#tlc x female reader

[thelaughtercafe]

Abandoned

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Struggling with eating in an anorexic manner as well as intentional sleep deprivation and self care in general.

Pairing: Daryl/F! Reader (Can be read platonic)

Length: 2.4k+

Summary: Daryl leaves, and by the time he comes home you've completely stopped taking care of yourself, much to his upset. He comforts and helps you get back on the right track.

A/N: Me? Writing more self-indulgent comfort about struggling with eating, sleep and self care? It’s more likely than you think! Also maybe I’ve binged nearly 3 whole seasons of The Walking Dead and fell in love with Daryl again. That probably didn’t help. This is just pure fluff and hurt/comfort!

When Rick and the others returned, your eyes scanned them all instinctively for injuries and when you didn’t see him, you swallowed hard.

“…Where is he?”

Your voice cracked as you looked to Carol and she gave you a watery smile of her own.

“He left. Found Merle and made his choice.”

Her voice was gentle and understanding but all you felt was abandoned and cold and angry. A rare emotion for you to feel at your family. When she went to move forward and put a hand on your shoulder you cringed and hugged yourself instead.

Your heart-broken gaze moved to Rick.

“No. You-you just let him leave?! How could you?”

“We didn’t have a choice. He was gonna bring Merle back-”

“So you just abandoned him?! Let him leave? After everything we’ve been through? Everything he’s done for us?!”

Tears streamed freely down both cheeks and you moved to storm out of the metal gates when Glenn stopped you with a hand on your upper arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You roughly pulled away and leveled a glare his way.

“Get off me! You all might be fine with abandoning him to die with his brother, just the two of them out there, but I’m not. I’d rather take my chances with someone I know will be loyal.”

You whirled to look at the whole group, angrily wiping away your tears.

“Y'know what? Merle was a dick. He was rude, and crass and didn’t care about anyone but his brother. He could be monstrous and I’m not negating that. But don’t forget that Daryl was different too in the beginning, before we gave him the chance to change. And even if Merle didn’t- even if he was still a jerk who put himself before others- I trust Daryl enough to adapt and be loyal to us both. To try and help his brother change. I thought you all would too.”

When you moved to the gate you frowned as Carol blocked the way glare weakening to upset.

“…Please, move Carol. I have to do this.”

“Do what? Get yourself killed? Starve to death as you search for them like needles in a haystack? I may have lost him but I am not losing you too. And he’d never want you to go out there and put yourself at risk. He’d never forgive any of us if we let you leave. Deep down, I think you know that.”

You stared one another down before giving a bitter, watery laugh.

“Guess we’ll never know what he would think now, would we? Whatever. I’ll be in my cell if anyone needs me.”

—–

The following days were beyond painful. You found yourself constantly looking for him on instinct, used to his grounding presence just a ways in front or back of you, the way he’d mumble quips under his breath that made you smile, blush or laugh. You missed your late night talks. Remember as you’d warmed up to him. Told him “Ohana means family. Family means no-one gets left behind.” You recalled the way he’d smirked a little and nudged you with a mumbled. “What are you, 5?” You’d gone on to defend Lilo and Stitch and nudged him back with a playful smile. It had been cold that night and he’d wrapped his arms around you, made you feel safe.

And now, you’d never felt more vulnerable and isolated. You understood what he felt like at the start. Everyone looked at you like you were a wild animal, something to be pitied that could lash out at any time.

Luckily Beth and Glenn had finally given up, but Carol was persistent. You walked around the prison on patrol, her right at your back.

“Please, eat something at least, if you won’t sleep. It’s been days. Daryl wouldn’t want you to-”

“Would you stop saying that? I already told you. I’ll eat and sleep when he’s back, not a second sooner.”

“You’re acting like a child!”

Your eyes flared as you turned to her, though your expression remained cool.

“Well maybe I finally got tired being the mature one all the time. I’m still doing my part, helping everyone else. Just stop caring. Clearly it’s easy enough for everyone else to.”

Aaron joined you both as you were turning to leave when suddenly gunfire rang out, making you drop and pull Carol down with you instinctively. Aaron fell suddenly and you gasped as you saw he’d been shot in the head. Carol’s face grew steely as she positioned the body in front of you both, holding you to her tightly. Thankfully your tiny frame was easily covered.

“You stay still and you don’t move alright?”

Carol’s voice was shaky as you heard shouts ring out all around you. Are you being attacked? You hated that even now you still shook from adrenaline and fear. You heard Maggie cry out as she provided cover fire.

“Carol, take her and go!!”

You both jumped up and rushed over to where you could see Beth and Carl, grabbing guns.

A car could be heard speeding and you took the time to catch your breath as you watched in anxious horror as walkers came out of the back, hordes of them. Your mind raced, trying to figure out where everyone else was. You could all be together and deal with the threat.

You did not want to lose anyone else.

In the distance you saw Glenn and Michonne helping what looked like Hershel thank God and when they pulled up you hugged them all, quickly thinking of who else was left. Rick. Where the Hell was Rick?

You asked Hershel as much and he reassured you.

“Calm down. I saw him, he’s gonna be alright.”

He looked towards the others.

“…He’s not alone. Daryl and his brother are back. Look.”

He raised his chin behind you and you sighed in immeasurable relief at the sight. Thank God. Your core family was still together.

You all gathered and some slept while others spoke quietly in the night. You couldn’t even look at Daryl. Not yet. You didn’t want to break; not when the situation was so precarious.

Once morning came discussions began in earnest on what to do. Some wanted to leave, others wanting to stay. Rick went to leave again and Hershel finally snapped, understandably so.

When Rick returned he began allocating and you sighed as Glenn spoke up, mind racing as you tried to think of the best course of action.

“There’s barely any food or ammo.”

Daryl mumbled back.

“Been there before. We’ll be alright.”

“That was when it was just us. Before there was a snake in the nest.”

You frowned.

“Man we gonna go through this again? Look, Merle’s staying here. He’s with us now. Get used to it. All y'all.”

He stormed off as Rick tried to stop him, heading to the second floor.

You watched the group debate.

You understood both perspectives, you really did. But with a final glance around at the others, you knew where you stood, deciding to voice it when Glenn asked a dangerous question.

“Deliver Merle to the governor. Bargaining chip. Give him his traitor, maybe declare a truce.”

You moved to glare up at him, knowing he was hurting and trying to temper your instinct; protectiveness and annoyance.

“No-one’s saying you have to like the guy or forgive him, Glenn. But think about Daryl. For once. He’s done so much for us without asking for anything in return. The least we can do is offer his family a place here.”

You scoffed as you moved to go to your cell.

“At the very least, he certainly deserves better than you talking about killing his brother in cold blood behind his back."

"Like he wouldn’t throw you to the Walkers to get away the first chance he got.”

You paused at Glenn’s hiss, before looking behind your shoulder at him, ignoring the dizziness that was making you lightheaded.

“You’re probably right. But I also know Daryl would put his life on the line to protect me from that same Walker. That’s the difference. I know why you feel the way you do, and I am truly sorry for what you and Maggie both went through. But Daryl? He’s worth more to me than revenge you think will make you feel better. And deep down I think you feel that way too.”

You walked away before he could say anything more and headed up to see Daryl. You were safe for now, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

He was waiting on his bed, fiddling with his arrows. You took a shaky breath to try and steel yourself but when you opened your mouth his eyes abruptly cut to you.

“When was the last time you ate or slept?”

You winced and looked away, mouth closing as you’d gone quiet. You swallowed nervously.

“…haven’t since you left.”

“‘Scuse me?!”

You looked back at him when his voice rose and saw the anger in his eyes.

“The Hell you mean you ain’t ate or slept since I left? It’s been 4 days now.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll do it now okay so just-”

You turned to leave, cheeks burning in humiliation at your secret being out but looked back as rough calloused fingers curled around your arm.

“Like Hell it don’t matter! Look at me!”

You met his eyes and your tears finally fell as you did so. The aggressive tone was a bit triggering, but you and him both knew you wouldn’t have broken down like you needed to otherwise.

“I’m sorry okay!? I didn’t want you to know, I thought-I just…”

You used your free hand to cover your mouth as you sobbed.

“I didn’t want to live in a world you weren’t here with me! They wouldn’t let me go find you so I just- I just shut down. It was good anyway, Carl’s a growing kid and I’d rather my portion be used to help the others than go to waste. It was a good thing!”

Your voice cracked and you looked away to try and gather yourself when Daryl gently guided your face back to look him in the eye.

“You sacrificin’ yourself while spiraling ain't a good thing. I promise I won’t leave like that again. An’ if I ever did, I’d come back for ya. But that means ya gotta take care of yourself. Not worry the others. Beth told me, soon as I got in. Told me you was bein’ a damn fool and to get some sustenance and sleep in ya.”

You gave a watery laugh at that and moved to hug him, hiding your face in his neck and taking comfort in the warmth and solidness of him.

“Should’ve known she’d tell you. Between her and Carol it was getting pretty difficult. Pretty sure Carol was just gonna start force-feeding me soon.”

His husky chuckle made you melt further into him but he sighed and pulled back, raising his chin toward the 1rst floor.

“She must’ve got her stubborn streak from watchin’ you. Now, get some food first before you doze off, you can eat it here with me and then you’re going the Hell to bed. Y'know I’ll wake you soon as anything happens.”

You blushed at the embarrassing question you wanted to ask but he beat you to it, fingers running through your hair in the familiar way he did when you’d have a nightmare or insomnia before he left.

“Obviously I’ll be right by your side. You ain’t the only one who was strugglin’. Kept looking over my shoulder to make sure you were alright. I want you in my sight. 'Specially knowing what stupid shit you’ll do if separated from me again.”

You smiled at the fondness in his tone and pulled away to go get food. The dizziness was getting worse so you grabbed an apple and called it good as you trucked up the stairs again to his room.

He frowned a bit at the small portion but sighed in defeat after a moment from where he was back on the bottom bunk.

“Apple for now is fine, it’s probably best you get your stomach used to food again anyhow.”

You forced the apple down despite your lack of hunger since Daryl was back. That was what you’d promised Carol. You didn’t want anyone to worry about you anymore. You’d been selfish enough. Clearly you weren’t as slick as you thought if both Beth and Carol had caught on.

When you finished it down to the core he moved over to make a small space for you to cuddle into, eyes still locked on his arrow. You couldn’t stifle your smile and moved to make yourself comfortable. Wall at your back and Daryl at your right it felt like you could breathe again and you couldn’t help your yawn at the familiar position.

“Here. I doubt you’ll need if since you’re so tired but it never hurts.”

His voice was gruff but you saw the intimacy of the action as he tossed his familiar leather jacket over you, knowing you slept infinitely better with a blanket.

“You can use me as a pillow too, if ya need. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You relaxed completely and let yourself feel safe and contented as you snuggled into his shoulder and neck. The warmth emanating from him was already making you drift off and the dizziness was fading.

“Thanks for not leaving me. Sorry for being stupid and selfish and… like a child.”

He chuckled at that and moved one of his arms to circle you and pull you closer, ruffling your hair before continuing to play with it.

“S'fine. Everyone’s warranted a temper tantrum now and then. Just don’ make a habit of it or I’ll have to smack ya upside the head good.”

“Yeah, right. A big…softie like you?”

You stifled another yawn.

“Doubt it.”

He smiled and you blissfully passed into unconsciousness. He looked up as Carol leaned against the doorway, a wry smile on her face.

“Haven’t had a chance to say. I’m glad you came back.”

He scoffed a little.

“To what? All this?”

Carol came to sit down, voice quiet but clear.

“This is our home.”

He met her eyes meaningfully.

“This is a tomb.”

“That’s what T-Dog called it. Thought he was right…till you found me.”

Her voice was somber but gentle.

“He’s your brother, but he’s not good for you. Don’t let him bring you down. After all, look how far you’ve come.”

Her eyes moved to you sleeping soundly against him in meaning and he looked away a moment before looking back as they shared a chuckle.

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[ageingfangirl2]

Welcome Home! Shanks (OPLA)

You only see Shanks once a year, and when you do you like to take care of him. Shanks x Female Reader fluff :) You wanted more Shanks so here he is!

SHANKS

'Captain we're here!' Yasopp calls out, knocking on my quarter's door.

After spending a year at sea it was always nice to come back to Prisluake, a small island we'd discovered by chance. It became known as The Lake of the Princesses because the town revolved around a lake and there were lots of attractive women which being a pirate crew meant some good times.

Everyone on the island was friendly, there were places to restock the ship and plenty of good food and drink. But there was one extraordinary person I insisted on coming back to see even if I had to use the guise of restocking the ship as an excuse.

y/n owned a small place just off the docks that had some of the best fish dishes I and my crew had ever tasted, but it wasn't just the food that drew me in three years ago. y/n had a twinkle in their eye that lit up when I told them stories, a warm smile that put everyone at ease and a friendly demeanour that made you want to be around them.

I let out a yawn, we'd had some rough weather on the way here so sleep had become almost impossible, but that wouldn't stop me from reuniting with y/n. I pick up a wooden box containing a gift for y/n and head out of my quarters. Even though y/n had never left their island they were obsessed with maps and compasses, so I made sure to get them a new compass each time we came through.

I didn't need to tell the crew what to do, we were a well-oiled machine, so I left them to their own devices and headed off the ship. The first thing I noticed was the closed sign on y/n's place, then again it was still the morning and they didn't open until the afternoon so I'd find them at their house.

Before I can even knock on the front door it swings open revealing a very happy and beautiful y/n, 'I thought you were due yesterday, welcome back.'

Another yawn escapes my lips, 'rough seas. Were you worried about me?'

y/n blushes slightly and shakes their head, 'No...you can take care of yourself Shanks...come inside...'

I walk inside and place the wooden box down, only to have y/n throw themselves at me and kiss me on the lips. For a second tiredness leaves me and I fully embrace y/n, keeping my arm around their waist to secure them and kissing back with equal neediness.

y/n pulls back, 'How long are you here for?'

I rest my forehead against theirs, 'we don't have anywhere to be so short while, why?'

y/n smirks, 'Good, because if I'm being honest you look like hell in the nicest way possible, so all this can wait a day.'

Now those were not the words I expected to come out of y/n's lips but I can't help but throw my head back and laugh. y/n was warm and friendly, but had a sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to speak their mind which made being around them just that bit more exciting.

'Thanks. Then I'm going to bed, and you're coming with me.'

y/n shakes their head and pats my hair, 'No. You should have a bath first.'

This was a priceless interaction, and I can't help but continue laughing as I carry y/n towards their bathroom, 'okay, but if I pass out and drown, that's on you.'

y/n must have got word the ship was coming because the bath was already run. I place them down and they start undressing me, being gentle around my lost arm because I was still getting used to it even though the incident with Luffy was over a year ago. When I first came back to y/n they fawned over me and I'd be lying if I didn't like the attention, and knew they were special when they kissed the scarred stub and called me brave. After a couple of drinks, they called me stupid but went back to lavishing me with praise.

I slip into the warm water and y/n comes up behind me and kneels down, 'you treat me well y/n,' I say, in more of a whisper, letting the water soothe my aching muscles.

y/n hums, 'Everyone needs a little TLC Shanks.'

I close my eyes as they start to wash my hair, and let out a sigh of contentment when y/n massages my scalp. After they are done I open my eyes and turn my head to meet their eyes, 'you really are special to me y/n.'

y/n's smile reaches their eyes, and despite my dripping wet hair, I bring up my hand to cup their chin and kiss them tenderly on the lips. y/n's cheeks were a bright shade of red as I moved my thumb over their cheek in a caress, 'God you've got me hooked captain.'

After some more soft kisses, y/n washed my whole body, and if I wasn't in awe and tired I might just have pulled y/n into the tub with me to feel more of their touch on my body. But they said earlier we had time to do that, but right now I was at ease being taken care of.

y/n helps me out of the tub, but before they can get a towel on me I scoop them up in arms and march out of the bathroom with a squirming and giggling y/n in my arms, '...stop Shanks...' y/n slaps my bare chest.'

We enter the bedroom and I put y/n down on the end of the bed, their now damp clothes clinging to them, 'see I stopped.'

y/n rolls their eyes and gets off the bed, 'You're one a kind Shanks. Now get yourself in bed,' they demand but sound playful.

y/n pulls the sheets back and I put my hand on my chest, 'how am I meant to sleep with you talking dirty?' I joke.

I climb into the bed and am surprised when y/n joins me, pulling the sheet over the two of us, 'I'll stay until you're asleep. Then when you wake up I'll cook you a nice meal and you can do whatever you want to me. Deal?'

I pull y/n against my chest and smirk, 'You drive a hard bargain but you have a deal.'

It wasn't until I shut my eyes and felt y/n tracing lines across my chest that the full weight of tiredness took over. I guess I could sleep for a couple of hours.

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[nahoney22]

Hello darling!

I’d love if you wrote a NSFW fic with Tech or Wrecker.

Maybe you’d be coming home from a bad day at work and a bad fight with your parents and he comforts you and makes you forget your troubles with some soft sex. Lots of praise and pleasure. Maybe some overstimulation??

Only if you have the time of course!! If you’ve already written something like this, I’ll scour the master list

Many thanks lovely!!

Gentleness***

Wrecker X F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

After visiting your parents, you brain is fried with their words and demands of wanting you to have a different path in life. So when you return to your boyfriend, Wrecker, you crave some much needed TLC.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Soft smut, cunnilingis, praises, overstimulation, established relationship, aftercare and female reader. A little bit angsty, mentions of arguing with parents.

authors note: I chose to do Wrecker because I’ve not wrote for him in a hot minute and I feel like this is Wrecker coded. Sorry for the wait @originalcollectionartistry ✨🤍

With a raspy throat and misty eyes, you approach the Marauder following what was meant to be a pleasant reunion with your parents, only to unravel into a heated debate about your life choices. Are you old enough? Mature enough? In their eyes, the exhilaration of navigating the galaxy with a band of rogue Clones was an unacceptable life for their daughter. They envisioned a different path—one confined to a desolate planet, toiling behind a counter in a dreary little shop.

You yearned for their support, but some convictions remain unaltered. It had been this way for many years and each time you see them, you think they would change their minds.

Outside the Marauder, you collect yourself, wiping away tears and clearing your throat before boarding.

However, the usual clamor had subsided this evening, leaving you in solitude momentarily. Yet, a yearning for your boyfriend lingers.

Thinking you've found respite, you settle into the cockpit, allowing tears to cascade. With your head in your hands and fingers entwined in your hair in frustration, your sobs echo in the silence. Unbeknownst to you, the familiar and resounding footsteps approach, shattering the quiet.

"I thought I heard ya—hey, what's wrong, babe?" Wrecker swiftly joins you, crouching beside you and tenderly placing a hand on your thigh.

Peering at him through your hands, you manage a smile amid the tears and emit a soft sniffle. "I'm fine, just parents."

A frown creases Wrecker's brow. "I thought you were looking forward to seeing them?" he asks.

"Yeah, until they started bombarding me about what they think I should be doing with my life," you groan, swiping away your tears once more and straightening up. "Just annoyed."

Wrecker offers a sympathetic smile, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Did they, um, mention anythin’ about me?" His hand grazes the back of your neck, prompting a playful eye-roll from you.

Fortunately, your parents did inquire about Wrecker. Your relationship with him wasn't exactly a secret after their initial meeting, which left a favorable impression. That much you were thankful for.

"They just asked about how you were and all," you mention, crossing your arms and leaning back against the chair's headrest. "But... they still disapprove of me traveling with you all. They want me to stay home and work for them."

Wrecker tilts his head, his brow knitting together. "Is that what ya want?"

"Absolutely not, Wreck," you declare. "I just wish they could understand that this is the path I've chosen."

Wrecker stands tall and concerned above you. “Well I’m glad you're still here,” he says, a gentle smile tugging at your lips in response. Yet, he's not entirely convinced. “Is there anything I can do?”

Initially stumped, you gaze up at him, taking in his towering presence, his striking features, and suddenly, a longing for something, anything, wells up within you. "Honestly?"

"Yeah, anything!" His smile widens, noticing a glimmer of light returning to your eyes.

As you stand before Wrecker, your voice carries a hint of vulnerability. "I want you to love me."

Confusion knits Wrecker's brow. "But you know I already do? Don't you?"

You let out a soft, tender laugh at his innocent bewilderment. Your hands trail up his sturdy arms, tracing the contours of his broad chest before delicately cradling his cheeks. Your fingertips brush over the rough, scarred tissue, as you gaze deeply into his eyes. "Yes, but I want you to love me," you express, your voice filled with longing and an unspoken yearning for more.

He’s silent now, but he understands what you mean as his eyes spark with interest.

With such a gentleness, he took your hands away from his face, starting to trail soft kisses up your arms until he seals his lips over yours, drawing you in.

You let him take the lead, keening into his touch as his hands begin to pull the clothes away from your body, his large hands gently kneading at your soft, nude flesh as his tongue dances with yours.

It’s not long until he has you wrapped around his waist, carrying you through the ship until he lays you down on his bunk, warm breath waltzing against your skin.

Soft moans begin to part your lips as Wrecker kneels at the foot of the bunk, your legs spread and balancing over his shoulders as he slips a finger between your folds. Your increasing arousal helps Wrecker to move his digit up and down before he gathers your slick on his fingers, using it as lubricant to rub at your swelling clit.

You choke on a groan, knees subconsciously closing around his head but Wrecker doesn’t mind, infact, it spurs him on as you start to gently roll your hips to his touch. He encourages you, keeping a steady pace as he places kisses to the inside of your thighs as he works at your clit with intent, yet gentle.

Your legs start to tremble, chewing on your lower lip as Wrecker lets out a satisfied growl of pleasure as you grind down on his hand, slipping a finger inside you and curling it as he gently thrusts. “That’s it pretty girl, take what ya need.”

“S-So good Wrecker… you’re so good to me.” You whine, toes curling as he maintains a steady momentum.

“Of course I am, I always will be,” he rasps, eyes fixated on your glistening pussy, “let it go, cum for me. I’ve got ya.”

Your eyes are seeing stars, stars more beautiful than those through space as your body becomes rigid and your breathing becomes heavy. Then, you cry out his name, your orgasm shooting through you as you ride out the pleasure against his hand. “That’s it, you did so well.” He cooes. “That was a lot.”

A happy sigh parts your lips but Wrecker didn’t stop there. “Do you think you can cum again sweetie? I think you can.” He cooed as he placed soft kisses to your thighs before his warm breath fans over your tingling pussy.

Naturally your hips bucked as his tongue glides over your folds, licking up the residue of before and melts as he whines softly at the taste of you. You squirm, getting a bit too overstimulated but a part of you wanted more, you wanted to fight against it and let Wrecker continue to have a taste of you.

“Don’t worry,” he purrs, sensing the struggle between wanting another orgasm and for him to stop teasing at your pulsating cunt, “I will take extra good care of you if you are a good girl and cum on my tongue.”

Your blood runs hot, his praises alone almost making you hit your high. Softly, you hold onto the back of his head, grinding your hips on his tongue as he delves his tongue against your stimulated clit, the burn now desirable.

His large arms wrap under your thighs, bringing you even closer to his face than before, chuckling into your pussy as you let out a wanton cry of pleasure. Your hands move to the sheets on the bunk, gripping as if for dear life as he laps eagerly at you, sucking and flicking his tongue expertly against your sweet sex. “Oh f-fuck! Wreck..!”

“Say my name again sweetie, let me know how much I’m pleasing ya.”

You were blessed to be laying down because if you were standing there was no way you would’ve been able to hold yourself up. “Wrecker, you’re so good at this.”

Again, he chuckles, sending vibrations through you that have your toes curling as your cunt becomes numb. As your moans become louder, you knew you were close again. Wrecker groans as he slips his tongue into your pussy, feeling you clench around his tongue that has you soaring into the galaxy.

“Your moans are so perfect, baby. You’ve done so, so good for me.” He pulls away, catching his breath and you almost sob at the sight of your juices around his grinning mouth before he moves his hand back to your core and lets his fingers strum rapidly against your clit.

It’s too much and somewhat not enough either. His name runs past your lips like a mantra all the while he ushers words of praise. “That’s it, good girl. Cum again.”

One part of your brain makes you squirm away from his touch, finding it unbearable but the other half craves for the intensity of another orgasm. “It’s too sensitive Wrecker,” you moan, knuckles turning white as you grip onto the sheets.

“I know baby but I know you can do it. Let it go, you’ll feel so much better.” For someone so loud his words were so quiet and soft yet laced with pure filth. You’re hot, the stimulation relentless and it’s not until his mouth is back on your clit when your climax finally hits.

“O-o-oh stars!” you whimper as your orgasm rakes through you and onto his mouth and chin, your whole body tingling now. He continues to lick your pussy, collecting every ounce of your high before he stands, wipes his mouth and chin and pulls you into his arms as he sits on the edge of the bunk with you.

“That’s how it’s done, sweetie. Well done.” He cooed, stroking a hand through your sweat covered hair, “was that enough?”

You give him a dazed, dopey grin and nod. “It was perfect.” You sigh happily, resting your forehead into his chest as he cradles your nude body. “Thank you for this.”

“Like I said, I’d do anything.”

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JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Had this idea for a while and I would kill for some Josh TLC rn so this is what you get! It’s mostly fluff, but there's a bit of smut at the end:) This is also HEAVILY unedited. I love you, thank you!

Word Count: 3.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap please) praise kink, oral sex (f rec), p in v, language, fingering, some dom sub if you squint, some body insecurities, SO MUCH FLUFF, really just passionate lovemaking.

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After a long day of sitting in your cubicle for nearly nine hours, your body aches. As soon as you walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you fight the urge to collapse on the doormat. The only thing keeping you from doing so is the faint sound of Josh mingling in the kitchen. As you remove your shoes and hang your coat up, he appears around the corner.

“Hey, love. I figured that was you,” he says softly, padding his way over to you. He pauses just inches from you, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong, mama?” He sets his hands on your shoulders.

Feeling his soft skin, hearing the tenderness of his voice, has your eyes beginning to water. Immediately, his expressions shift. It goes from concern to a high level of worry. He straightens his back, eyes racing across your face.

“Oh, honey,” he coos, pulling you into an embrace. One of his arms drapes over your shoulder, the other wrapping around your waist. 

Involuntary tears stream down your face as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You melt into his arms, a sob escaping as you do so. The hand placed on your neck repositions itself onto the back of your head, cradling you against him. His fingers gently work into your scalp, massaging and tugging in all the right areas. The hand on your waist presses gently into you, his thumb moving across your shirt. You sniffle and pull your head off of his shirt, afraid to get him wet from your tears.

“No, it’s okay. Let it all out,” he insists, encouraging your face back into its original place.

You relax your shoulders. You’ve never felt as safe and understood with anyone the way you do with Josh. He’s always the person to notice when something’s up, giving you a gentle glare until you break down and tell him. He always wraps you in tight, warm hugs, your bodies pressed together while your breathing levels. He’s your home, your safe space, your person. 

After a few minutes, the tears stop. You take a deep breath and pull yourself off his chest. You grimace at the patch of black mascara you’ve left along with tear stains. You wipe away at it, feeling guilty for getting so emotional when nothing in particular happened. Josh grabs your hand and guides it down to his waist. Planting it there, he brings his hands to your cheek. Cupping them, his fingers glide over your tear-stained cheeks.

“What happened?” he says once you’ve gathered yourself.

You purse your lips together. “Nothing, I don’t know. It was a hard day and coming home to you just made me emotional,”

“That’s okay, it happens.”

“I swear I was fine until I got home,” you say, your eyes burning with more tears. “God, I’m so sorry. This is probably the last thing you wanted.”

“Don’t be silly, you know there’s nothing in the world I love more than holding you. I’m more at peace in your arms,” he says softly, causing hot tears to escape your eyes once more.

How did you get so lucky?

“Now,” he begins, moving his lips across your face. He places wet kisses on your tears. “Ice cream? A movie? Cuddles? What do you want, love? Name anything and I’ll make it happen.” His words soothe you between every kiss left on your skin.

“Maybe a bath? If we don’t have anything that’s fine–”

“A bath it is. I made cookies. Grab a few and sit down. I’ll get everything ready, mama.” he directs, letting you go.

He gives you a smile as he turns and walks down the hall. Without him in your bubble you feel like breaking down again. Instead, you shuffle into the kitchen. Two pans of chocolate chip cookies lay on the counter, fresh out of the oven. He must have done this on purpose, knowing you love nothing more than a warm cookie. Besides him, of course.

You sit on a stool and scarf down three cookies. Emotional eating? Perhaps, but you don’t mind. Neither does Josh. As he wanders back into the kitchen, he smiles as he notices your further relaxed state.

“It’s all ready,” he tells you, grabbing the tips of your fingers.

He stands a few feet away from you, your hands connected and dangling in the air. You swallow the last of your third cookie and push yourself off the chair and onto your feet. Slowly, he leads you down the hallway and into the bathroom, your fingers intertwined. The bath water is still running, the noise greeting you as you step inside the room. Josh maneuvers behind you so he’s able to shut the door behind you. Then, he spins you around so you're facing him.

“Can I?” he asks, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

You nod and he slips the fabric over your head, exposing your bra and stomach. His hands run along the smooth of your back before settling on your bra straps. His fingers work to undo it, but after a bit of struggle, you help him undo the clasps. Carefully, he pulls the material off your shoulders and down your arms before sliding it off your wrists.

You have absolutely no reason to feel insecure as Josh has always made it his primary goal to make sure you’re well aware of his love for your body, but you feel awfully vulnerable right now. You feel the heat in your cheeks rise as he discards your bra. Without another thought, you cover yourself. Josh pauses, his eyes meeting yours. He tilts his head, his eyebrows raising. When you don’t make an effort to remove your arms, he cups your cheek.

“It’s just me,” he tells you. Biting your lip, you remove your arms, thankful Josh didn’t force you. He takes a step back, admiring your breasts and shoulders. “There’s my girl,”

Without another word, his fingers find the zipper to your skirt. He pulls on the tassel, the zipping noise sparking goosebumps across your skin. You let out a long exhale as Josh’s hands brush across the small of your back. 

“May I?” he double checks before falling to his knees.

One thing you love about Josh is how absolutely infatuated with you he is. Not once has he ever shied away from his feelings towards you. He loves showing you just how much he admires you, whether that being through forehead kisses and hugs from behind or little notes scattered around the house. He enjoys laying in bed an hour longer, holding you close to his body, soft kisses pressed into the skin of your neck.

Kneeling in front of you, he pulls the fabric past your thighs. He’s humming a soft tune as you step out of the material, a hand placed on his shoulder to keep you steady. He slides the skirt to the side before removing both of your socks. Perched on his back two feet now, he stares up at you, eyes glistening and filled with love. He brushes his fingertips along the outside of your thighs until they meet your underwear. Rising to his knees once again, he kisses your navel. His wet lips trace across the skin until you shudder. 

“Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy,” he sings softly against your skin. He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties, eyes staring into you. When you nod, he begins to pull them down. “If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in the mind of me,” he sings.

It’s at that moment it finally registers to me what he’s singing. Unknown by Hozier. You’d recently become obsessed with that song after hearing it at a small cafe one morning. You brought it home with you, singing it around the house whenever you cooked or cleaned. You never told Josh to listen to songs as he was pretty particular with what he enjoyed. You knew he’d love it because of how much you loved it, but you didn’t want to force him into anything. He must have overheard you and done some research. Your heart warms at the gesture, making you teary eyed again.

“Where a blinding light shone on you every night and either side of my sleep,” He continues as you step out of your underwear. Tossing them to the side, he plants his hands on your calves, eyes glowing as he stares at you. Moving his head closer to you, he scatters you with kisses across your thighs. “Where you were held frozen like an angel to me,”

“Josh,” you sigh. “Baby, did you learn that for me?” You ask, guiding him back up to his feet.

He shrugs. “You’ve been singing it for a week straight, you really think I wouldn’t?”

You laugh and pull him into a kiss. His lips are soft and warm as you meet them. Softly, he kisses you back. Losing yourself in the way he feels pressed against you and his tongue tracing your lip, you moan into him. You feel his lips turn into a smile before pulling away. He steps away from you, eyes scanning over your naked body.

He bites his bottom lip as his eyes wander. The way he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world makes your heart beat quicker. Blush spreads across your face, your cheeks bright red as his eyes feed off of you. They flick to your eyes and the corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk when he notices your embarrassed face. He says nothing of it and takes your hand.

As he shuts the water off, you notice he used your special aromatic flowers and oils. He returns to you, guiding you towards the edge of the tub. He helps you into the water, gripping your hand firmly so he can grab you if you slip. He drops it as you sink into the water.

“Oh, god. It’s the perfect temperature,” you sigh.

“Thank goodness, I thought it would be too hot,” he says cautiously.

As he turns and heads for the door, your heart jumps. “Wait. You’re not joining me, darling?”

He pauses. “Is that what you want?” You nod in reply. “As you wish.” You can’t help but giggle as he quotes your favorite movie, The Princess Bride. “Would you like a show?”

“I’d love one,” you lean over the rim, hands tucked under your chin. 

His eyes hold yours as he removes his shirt. The light deliciously shines across his skin, igniting an orange glow all over him. He glows like the sun either way, but a little extra at this moment. He takes his shirt and holds it with his pointer finger above his head. With a wide-grin, he spins in a circle, a belly laugh leaving his mouth as he finishes. You clap your hands and encourage him to continue. He undoes his belt, slipping it off his waist and dropping it to the floor. You watch his fingers unbutton his jeans, the muscles working under his skin. He slides them down and off his ankles. As he stands there in just his boxers, you run your fingers through your hair impatiently.

“Enough of the show,” you say.

“You don’t like it?” he fakes being offended.

“I love it. You’re beautiful, Josh. But I want you in here now.”

His breathing hitches at the compliment but he quickly obliges and removes his boxers. You marvel at him, every inch of his body being perfectly sculpted. You run your tongue over your lips, coating them with saliva as he slides himself in front of you.

“Oh, this is nice.” he says, splashing water with his hands. 

You agree and grab white suds that rest on top of the water. Josh does the same, playing with the soap in his hands. You scoot closer to him, your arms holding the suds in front of your face. With a smirk, you blow the suds into the air. They fly into Josh’s face and he quickly swats at them. Dramatically, he glares at you; a simple warning. Ignoring it, you do it again just to annoy him. He shoves his fist into the water, splashing soap and oils into your face.

“Careful! You’re gonna get soap in my eyes!” you whine, wiping your palms across your face.

“Oh quit being so dramatic,” he huffs, grabbing your wrist and spinning you so your back is facing him.

Wrapping his arms around your stomach, he pulls you closer to him. Your body is pressed against his, the only thing separating you being the water particles. He’s warm and soft as you lean back. Wordlessly, he delicately rubs your muscles. You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling and rest your head on his shoulder.

“What did you do all day?” he asks, lips pressed on your shoulder.

“Oh, you know. Same old same old,”

“What did you have for lunch?”

Your eyes flutter shut as his hands work across your body. “A sandwich my coworker got me,”

“Was it good?”

“So good,” you breathe.

“I never realized you had a mole here,” he observes, eyes locked in on your shoulder.

“Well, I reckon there’s better things to look at other than my shoulder,”

“I disagree. It’s very beautiful.” he plants kisses up your neck, making you moan in return. You feel him smirk against you, teeth nipping at your exposed skin. You tilt your head, granting him access. He licks and sucks at the skin, each time causing a whine to drift into the air. His hands move down your torso until they’re resting on your thighs. “Josh…”

“What, my love?” he whispers into your head.

His fingers squeeze at the skin of your legs, making them involuntarily open. Josh chuckles, the vibrations causing you to move with him. His hands trace up the inside of your legs, discreetly making their way up to your heat.

“Can you?” 

“Can I what? Use your words,” he taunts you. When you don’t answer after a few seconds he tries again, “You know I won’t deny you anything, mama. I just wanna hear your words.”

“Will you make me cum?”

Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, his finger drags through your slit. “As you wish. Let’s get out of here first, mk?”

He stands up first before bending down to grab your under arms. After helping you up carefully, he steps out of the tub. His hands on your arms steady you as you too try and get out. Without notice, Josh wraps his arms around your bare body and lifts you up. You squeal and giggle at him as you leave the bathroom.

Carrying you to your shared bedroom, he gently lays you down. Lying on your back in the open now, the cool air coats your body, making you shiver. Josh stands above you, his eyes admiring your body.

“I love it when you’re like this,” he states, bending down to kiss your belly button. “All sprawled out and wet,” his lips glide over your body. “Where do you want me?”

You squirm when he removes his lips. “I want your fingers,”

“As you wish,” he smirks, holding your gaze as a finger runs through your folds.

You screw your eyes shut, letting out a soft moan as he glides through your slick. You can feel his eyes watching your every move, igniting fire inside of you. His finger swipes over your clit and your body shudders. He does it again, eventually rubbing circles into your clit.

“Fuck…” you cry, biting on your lip.

“You like that pretty girl?” He asks, his breath on your chest now.

His tongue darts out of his mouth, tracing your hardened nipple. You squirm from under him as he takes the peak into his mouth. Swirling and sucking on it, he works fast circles into your clit. He moves to your other breast, kneading it with his hands before pulling it into his mouth. He removes himself with a pop, paying attention to his digit that works inside of you. You gasp as he adds his ring finger, fucking into your wet pussy. Because your eyes are shut, you don’t notice he’s moved positions until his lips kiss your clit.

“Oh my god!” You shout, gripping his hair.

He drags his tongue through your slit as his fingers work into you. You sit up on your elbow as your fingers grip his locks.

“Fuck, Josh. Just like that, pretty boy,”

He moans at your praise, the vibrations connecting to your clit. He laps at you, eager to map you finish. His tongue skillfully moves across your body, repeating motions that only he knows send you over the edge. He swallows you whole like you’re water and he’s a dehydrated man, bucking his hips into the mattress.

“Josh,” you quiver.

“Let go baby, come on. Feed me. I want it all,” he removes his mouth to speak.

Dipping his head back in, he thrusts into the sheets. You’re reminded of how painfully hard it must be for him. You imagine his cock, thick, warm, with arousal leaking from the tip. With his head buried between your thighs, you imagine it stuffed inside of you as he cries above you. You open your eyes to see his staring back at you. You begin to crumble, squeezing yourself around him as his eyes bleed into yours.

You’re a shaking mess below him, your hips thrusting into his face. Josh doesn’t mind as he likes when you’re controlling in bed. It doesn’t happen very often, but he enjoys it when it does.

With one particular curl of his fingers and a flick of his tongue across your clit, you spill over. The orgasm is warm as it floods your body, your back arching as you coat his face.

Josh is usually more dominant at in bed, making your orgasms fiery as it rips through you. But when he’s as loving as he is right now, the feeling is warm like summer. Handled with so much care, love, and passion makes it feel like drinking ice cold water after a long day outside; needed, appreciated, and heavenly.

You ride his face as his fingers continue to pump into you. As you come out of it, his motions stop until you’re panting. You remove your hand from his sandy-colored curls and allow him to remove himself. He abandons your cunt, his lips red and plump. His mustache and chin are coated with your release and he drags his tongue across the entirety of it.

Grabbing the back of his neck, you pull him on top of you. Your lips meet, butterflies in your stomach. Swirling your tongue inside of his mouth, you taste your cum and his saliva. You rock your hips into his crotch, feeling him twitch against your thigh and he whimpers into your mouth. You swallow the sounds, begging for a tape recording of it so you could listen to it forever.

“Josh…” you cry.

“What, my love?”

You bite your lips, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Will you make love to me?”

He smirks. “Does my pretty girl want my cock?”

“So bad,” you nod, pressing into his length again.

“As you wish. I’m gonna give it to you nice and gentle though, okay?”

“Yes, please.” You say as he slides the tip of himself through your soaked core.

He holds your gaze as he slips the tip in, easing you onto him. He stretches you so deliciously, your mouth falling open. He moans and shakes as he watches you. Reaching the hilt you cry his name softly. His thumb rubs your cheek as his eyes close tightly.

“You’re so warm and tight. Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last,”

“I don’t care, Josh. I just need you to move.”

He pulls back and pushes himself in, his head hidden in the crook of your neck. You hold his head with one hand as the other grabs onto his back. You claw at him as he snaps in and out of you slowly, grazing your g spot each time.

“You take me so well. Fucking made for my cock,” he cries into your skin, bucking against you.

“Harder,”

“Yeah? Thought you wanted it soft today?”

“Fuck, I can’t! You feel so good please just fuck me.”

He groans as he repositions himself. Working harder and faster now, he thrusts into you. Your hand tugs at his hair as the other creates red scratches across his back. You’re both moaning, absorbing each other’s sounds.

“I’m close,” he warns, twitching inside of you.

“Cum for me, pretty boy. Cum in me. Fill me up so good,” you beg.

“You sound so pretty with my cock inside of you. Gonna cum for you. Gonna fill you up so fucking good—oh god,”

He spills into you, coating your walls with his cum. He chants your name like some religious prayer, begging for release. He whimpers into you, snapping in and out of you until his legs start to shake.

He pulls out of you like a man on a mission and falls back between your legs. Immediately, his arm snakes over your thigh, dragging you into him. His fingers connect with your clit and work vigorously. You gasp as he fucks you with his tongue.

“Fuck, Josh. So good for me,” you say.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, angel? Right on my tongue baby,”

You feel it approaching, a knot in your stomach. He laps at your clit, dragging it into his mouth and kneading it with his lips. Tears stream down your cheeks as you fight from under him. His hands hold you down firmly so you’re unable to move as you cum.

It rips through your body, unlike the last one. You feel it in your toes and all the way up in your head. He continues his motions, not stopping until you let go of his head. You shiver as your legs shake, back arched.

He detaches himself from you and licks around your thighs, cleaning up the mess. You watch him with a smirk as he sucks on your flesh.

“Want a taste?”

You nod and he towers over you. Your lips meet and you lavish in the taste.

“We taste so good, baby.” You moan.

“I think so too. You’re such a good girl for me,” he kisses your forehead with a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Josh. Thank you,”

He holds you in his arms for a moment, kissing across your shoulder and jaw. Your eyes flutter shut as he leaves love bites all over you. Pulling your hair away from your eyes, you stare at him. Oh my is he beautiful. His cheeks are red from the post-orgasm haze, his lips plump. You watch his deep brown eyes stare back at you. Your heart explodes just seeing him.

“Can we take a nap?” You ask, threading your fingers through his curls once more.

“As you wish,”

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luvr boy.

INCLUDES ! izuku midoriya x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! general relationship headcanons with izuku !

WARNINGS ! cursing, fem!black! reader, we still in high school y’all, a little uraraka slander (read to understand), edited

WORD COUNT ! 1.6k

A/N ! another repost, i had to break it up bc it was a lot of text - izuku motherfucking midoriya. the blasian himself. isaiah niggadoriya. him with a black female? him with a melanated goddess? i think it god’s greatest gift to give izuku ‘deku’ midoriya a beautiful, melanated, healing black woman and for me to write about it.❤️🥰 also, i hate the way uraraka is written and i will not hold back

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pretty boy- the prettiest 

alright!! let’s start with wash day!!

…nigga did not know shit-

 poor baby grew up with inko, bless her straight headed soul, so he had no clue how to probably take care of his hair

all he had was h e a t  d a m a g e

“zuku, how do you do your hair?” “huh?” “like what do you do?” “uh well, nothing really, i just wash it, that’s it.” “…” “what? why are you making that face- IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY HAIR?!?”

everything…everything is wrong…

aight sis, grab yo detangler, rat-tail comb, hard brush, sulfate-free shampoo, co-wash, conditioner, deep conditioner, protein treatment, all your oils, patience, and strength

and for the love of everything that is great- throw away his 3-in-1 before he give me a fucking heart attack

chile- you couldn’t even see his fucking scalp. his hair was so matted and curled up tightly together that it hurt to look at it 

don’t let him go out this house like this no mo, hear me?

but it’s nothing you can’t fix, give the lil boy head some TLC and watch them curls pop!

first wrap that towel around his shoulders, put a pillow on the floor and sit him down in between ya legs and start the marathon of old all might and black people movies you gon’ be there for a while

lil boy would not sit still and he was tender-headed pick a struggle; at this point it was either get popped by you or suffer the pain from his scalp…he chose the latter

mans almost fell asleep while you was shampooing his hair and when you put the hot oil treatment on his scalp- slumber  

after everything, you twisted his hair and gave him a bonnet

“uhm...why are you giving me a hat?” you almost slapped the taste outta his damn mouth

after explaining, he put it on; little did he know it was an expect copy to yours, just a different size

“baby, we’re matching!” ”yes, izu, we are. do you wanna take pictures?” you have just made his night. 

the pictures were posted all over insta and has them pinned on his account you betta bet mina was all in the damn comment section ; later, he would print them out and put them on his desk so he can look at when he sat down or went to bed

when you took his hair down the next day, he went to the mirror and baby had stars in his eyes

“it looks so cool!” “i’m glad you like it, izu”

he talks about you to all might all the fucking time to the point they both know you better than ya damn self

which is really annoying because all might be wanting them "one on one" talks and it will irk you to talk to him because everything will be "but young midoriya said..."

to be honest, he went to all might for love advice....don’t ever let him do that again. mans was using the most corniest lines but since it was izuku, he got away with- tell me you not cheesing thinking about him saying the "roses are red, violets are blue line" with the cutest blush...im waiting

golden hour, his favorite time of the day

this man will drop everything just to see you at golden hour like when the sun is just starting to set, he will rush into ya dorm room just to watch you

it's like therapy for him to see you relaxing under the setting sun and see your brown skin shining, i just feel like this time would be the time he reminds himself that he is incredibly lucky to have you and will literally do anything to keep you relaxed like this

"zuku babes, what are you looking at?" "nothing~" "whew boy you are so far gone" "hm?" "oh! uh...love you !" "hm, love you too~"

side note: ...if you hear a camera click, don't be surprised

izuku loves affection, giving and receiving

his giving love languages is acts of service and a lil bit of quality time; his receiving love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

so it’s important that you meet in the middle and give him praise, shit works like a charm

go up to him, pat and rub his curls and tell him that he did a good job and one of two things will happen

one: he'll tear up a lot and ask if you're sure or two: he'll blush really fucking hard

as for his giving love, he'll just kinda follow you now until he is told to leave. don’t do that. just don’t.

let him leave on his own, you'll make him feel like he's bothering you otherwise 

ask him for cuddles, he’ll drop almost anything he is doing to do so

even if you just drop hints about it, he’ll just smile and just take you somewhere quiet before sitting down or laying down to take a nap with you (nap dates with zuku !)

i think my heart just busted outta my chest i love him so fucking much

if you wanna match his acts of service, when he’s sick or just really busy at hero work studies, take notes for him in class. he will love you forever i promise. 

and best believe, that he wants your attention on him at all times

remember them head pats? let’s say you give them to todoroki or tsu for doing some reason

poor thing is definitely sitting in a corner somewhere sulking

he doesn’t want to get upset because that’s his friends and he's glad that you are getting along but he would be lying if he didn't feel a little salty about it

later on, he will ask for some and if you refuse for any reason, he’ll look at you like you just tore out his heart…cause ya did

and GOD FORBID if you give more attention to bakugo instead of him…it is now in God’s hands

he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from bakugo, not before throwing him a glare which later on ensues another fight between them

he only did it because he doesn’t like you getting too close to bakugo, no matter how much he cares about him being his childhood friend

i would like to think there's always that underlying fact that yes, you can handle yourself, but he also knows just how capable bakugou is and lowkey does not want to risk it

please remind him that you do love him and that he is a good boyfriend with all the hugs, cuddles, and all that other good shit

he loves to write about you in his notes, he has AT LEAST 4 notebooks about everything about you as well as somethings he wish to say to you and a little souvenirs from moments between you two that he found special

he has a special item from the time he figured out that he loved you and wrote down in detail what happened and how he felt about it 

when you find these notebooks, do not, i repeat, DO NOT tell him that you found. just take the damn notebook while you can and run

give it back and you'll never see it again.

but most definitely tell him about all the things you read and watch him turn bright red

“so, you did get jealous when I gave Sero that hug the other day?” “HUH?!?!? H- H- HOW DID YOU FIND OUT!!?” “*holds up notebook marked ‘Y/n L/n’* Maybe because wrote about it…in detail” *cue the screams of embarrassment and horror*

nah but the amount of times the boy has gone off on a tangent about the little things he loves about you in there will get you flustered-

for drama sake, let’s talk about uraraka

short story: you almost knocked that bitch teeth in

long story: yes, deku used to like her and yes, she almost got him but that did not work out and guess who got him first ! tbh, you started out good friends with uraraka apart from the dekusquad but she never told you about her lil crush until it was too damn late !  

and little miss thing was not happy about it; “after all this time…he gets with her!!”

i think you noticed at first her lil sly ass actions and remarks but don’t give in, let her make a fool of herself and watch her run around in circles

be calm and stay two steps ahead, it will work out in your favor ! and it did !

the next person that noticed was tsu, however, she was on your side about this because she hates petty shit and people so what uraraka was doing was not to her liking at all ! 

the other two, iida and shoto, caught on to it (iida wanting uraraka to at least remain civil and shoto just watching from afar) but deku remained oblivious for a while

he just wanted to be friends with everyone so he kinda just...didn't notice or thought she was mad about something else

i feel like uraraka would get beside herself and start saying reckless ass shit to express her frustration but it would only end up with her getting her ass beat and shunned from the group until she got her act together

you can guess what she said but all imma say is….she really lost her god damn mind and paid the price

what's worse is she really did try to make it seem like you stole from her...but dum dum was the one who didn't speak up? until the very last minute? which...sounds like a personal problem? sssoooooo, stay mad?

everyone in class did figure it out and it was just lowkey sad to see her get so messy but in the end !

izuku loves you very much and would do anything for you 

you are his happiness and he’s thinking about spending forever with you

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Quiet Time (Nameless Ghouls)

Summary: Concerts are fun. But they can be mentally as well as physically draining; especially for the ghouls. After one particular concert, Y/n finds herself needing a little TLC but she wasn't alone and she finds a new connection with her ghoul pack.

Pairing: Mainly Rain x Mountain x Ghoul!Reader with a sprinkle of Swiss, Dew, and Phantom at the end.

Triggers: Fluff

Prompt: A request by anon! I hope you see this and enjoy it! <3 Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long to write out!

Follow My Workshop!

The door to the tour bus clicked closed behind her; drowning out the sounds of loud voices beyond and she sagged in relief against it. The last concert of their tour was epic; as it normally was. The rush of being on stage in front of thousands of people and doing what you love never got old. It was always so much fun for her especially when she got to watch the fanatical antics of the front ghouls like Dew, Rain, and Phantom.

While Y/n was a Multi-ghoul like Swiss and didn't often go to the front of the stage she still enjoyed herself on her little stage while playing little games with the cheeky Swiss. But it was draining. Oh, so very draining in the end after the adrenaline rush wore off.

Unlike most of her ghoul packmates, Y/n enjoyed the more quiet side of things. After the guests had left and the stage taken down, packed up, and free time on their hands; she was always the first to go straight back to the tour bus for some peace.

It wasn't that Y/n was anti-social. That was absolutely impossible to be in her line of work. But concert after concert really did a number on her mind as much as it did physically and unlike Swiss, Dew, and Phantom who were out having fun and partying at a local club or whatever with the Ghoulettes, the female Multi-ghoul found her time better spent recuperating on the bus.

The soft click of her mask hit the countertop as she placed it down with a tired sigh and shook out her hair - allowing it to be all crazy-like in her face. But the sigh of relief she let out was more of letting her ears, tail, and horns breath than anything else now that she was in the comfort and privacy of the tour bus. It was silent besides the soft thrum of the air conditioning onboard so she shucked off her suspenders, her boots, and her shirt - leaving her in the semi-comfort of her tight pants and tanktop she wore beneath as she flopped herself back first onto the sofa and threw her arm over her eyes.

But her peace was soon coming to a close when she heard the door to the bus open. She lifted her arm slightly to peer over to see the towering figure of Mountain coming down the isle towards her trailed behind by Rain. Her lips quirked slightly as she rested her arm over her eyes again.

"I thought you guys would have tagged along with the others." she mumbled; not looking up as her legs were lifted up off the couch only to be replaced on someone's lap.

"They're too loud. I don't have the energy to match them." Rain grumbled slumping back against the couch as he idly rubbed her calves.

Y/n snorted and dropped her arm to look at him with a slight smile. "Oh trust me, I get it." she replied.

"We aren't disturbing you are we, blossom?" Mountain as her as he took of his helmet and boots to dump on the floor by the couch.

"Of course not." she shook her head. "I know you guys aren't exactly social when it comes to the end of tour." she replied while giving a single shoulder shrug.

"Hmm." the gentle giant headed for the kitchenette and began rummaging through the cubbards. "Tea?"

"Oh my god that'd sound great!"

"So does a shower." Rain grumbled to himself as he chucked his helmet and glamor.

But instead of going to shower he tipped sideways to lay across Y/n's side while hugging her legs in his position. The ghoulette purred and sank her fingers into his thick dark hair; scratching gently at his scalp eliciting a purr in return from the Water ghoul as his tail curled around hers.

When the tea was finally done Mountain walked over to set the cups down before slipping beneath the female so that she rested halfway into his lap. The mug was warm on her palms as she wrapped her hands around the offered cup and she sighed contently.

See this was more of the life; the downtime to just be present and enjoy a warm cup of tea in the quiet time. It wasn't as if she wouldn't get the time when back at the Abbey but it just hit a little different being able to do this after a long tour.

"I swear if Dewdrop or Swiss comes back on this bus with a girl I'm sleeping on the top of the bus tonight. I will not be kept awake all night listening to them fuck." Rain commented breaking the silence and his cheek vibrated with laughter as it left Y/n

"I second that motion. Hell, we might as well get our camp ready because when does Dew ever not come back with some ass?" she added taking a sip of her tea.

"Sometimes I wonder if he and Swiss have a bet going on to see who could bring in the most girls." Mountain added as he idly rested his cheek against Y/n head.

Finally, Rain moved from the pile and stretched as he sat up. "I don't know about you but I'm grabbing a shower before Phantom steals it and hogs it for an hour!" he said as he finished off his mug of tea.

"Shit, you're right. Damn, only if the shower here was bigger for more than one person." Y/n grumbled adjusting herself against Mountain as Rain stood up.

The water ghoul smiled slightly and bopped her on the nose. "I promise you can shower with me anytime when we get back home."

"Of course! You have the biggest shower in the whole Abbey." Y/n snickered and ducked her head against Mountain's shoulder when the Water ghoul swiped at her playfully before going down the bus towards the bunks to grab a change of clothes.

"I can't wait to get home. I miss my garden." Mountain mumbled closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the back.

"Aw, well I'm sure Sister Maddie is taking good care of it for you in your absence." Y/n gave his waist a squeeze before narrowing her eyes playfully at him. "Speaking of. What's going on with you and Sister Maddie?" her brows jumped on her forehead playfully.

"Nothing is going on." Mountain's cheeks flushed a bit even when he defiantly stared down at her.

"He's going to ask her out when we get back!" Rain called with a grin before he disappeared into the shower; narrowly missing the flying boot Mountain chucked at him.

"Aw, well that's sweet!" Y/n grinned turning her attention to the Earth ghoul.

"Whatever." he muttered with a huff and turned his head away.

The gentle banter came to a screeching halt when the doors to the tour bus banged open and the loudness of voices echoed into the interior as 3 rather loud and probably drunk ghouls came stumbling in bickering with each other.

Y/n and Mountain shared an exasperated look between each other before a weight dropped ontop of the girl getting the air knocked out of her.

"Y/n!!!! Tell Dew to stop being such a dick!" Phantom whined as he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her stomach.

She sagged with a groan and shot her gaze across the room at Swiss and Dew. "What the hell did you guys do?"

"Hey! Don't take sides before you hear the story!" Swiss held his hands up in defense.

"I'm not. You know what? I don't give a fuck. You disturbed our peace." she stuck her nose in the air with a sniff.

"Aw, you telling us you don't want us around no more?" Dew cocked his head and leaned against the countertop before suddenly launching himself across the room and jumping ontop of Phantom who screeched like bloody murder and began struggling indigently with Dewdrop.

"Oi!" Y/n wiggled her way from beneath the wrestling males and stood up with a huff.

"God you guys are impossible sometimes." she crossed her arms before looking over towards Swiss. "Ya'll want some tea?"

"Fuck no! I don't know how you drink that shit." Dew stopped attacking Phantom long enough to bark at her.

"I was thinking something stronger like...whiskey?" Swiss looked hopeful and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Hot cocoa it is then. Go sit down you annoying idiots and stop using Mountain as a wrestling mat." she pointed a finger at them all and then headed for the kitchen.

Mountain noped out of there real quick as he stood from the couch and began grabbing the empty mugs he, Y/n, and Rain had been using earlier to wash them out while Y/n made the other three some cocoa.

While the other three were preoccupied Mountain reached into the cupboard above Y/n head and pulled out a little glass bottle with some kind of green powder in it and gave her a wink. She eyed it a moment before snickering under her breath.

Once the hot cocoa was done she gave a small scoop of the powder into each cup and stirred. It was a herb Mountain had dried and ground into a powder that would aid in calming them down. Not so much as a sleep aid but it worked wonders when they got so excited; certainly helped calm them down a bit.

With Mountain's help, she handed out the mugs, making sure the goofballs wouldn't spill it before taking her seat in between Phantom and Dew on the couch while Mountain took sit spot on the opposite couch. Rain came out to join them once he was done with the shower and paused in the doorway with a smirk on his face as he noticed Phantom snoozing on Y/n's shoulder, Dew full out draped across her lap like a cat with an empty mug hanging from his fingertips nearly touching the floor, and a Swiss who was barely managing to keep his eyes open but his head was bobbing as he fought off sleep.

The water ghoul gave Mountain a thumbs up before plopping himself down beside the large ghoul to curl up against his side while he scrolled through his phone. A little while later the door opened again and Copia came stumbling in looking haggard; pausing on the threshold to stare at the pile of ghouls on the couches and smiling slightly at the sight.

Y/n who was half asleep herself peeked an eye open and returned his smile with a sleepy one of her own. Shrugging the singer shucked off his shoes and his sparkly jacket before dumping his ass onto the couch with Mountain and Rain; eliciting a purr from the sleepy Rain as he readjusted himself to cuddle against Copia.

Y/n looked around at the piles of bodies and smiled to herself as she rested her cheek on top of Phantom's head and nuzzled into his hair a bit as she sighed. Content to let the silence of the room and the warmth of the bodies around her lull her into a comfortable sleep; this was what she looked forward to most on tour - the quiet time after a long tour to just bask in the presence of her favorite people.

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[local-flower-girl]

Hey there! Thank you for making an exception for my request, your writing really is amazing and I can't wait to see what you come up with! Also there is no need to apologise, tumblr can be a bit iffy with stuff and you would have had no idea!

My request was for a Rufus x Female!reader in a sort of angst/hurt&comfort scenario - if you're ok with writing that! I had seen a thread about his upbringing and how his father had been... far from great and very neglectful. I'll leave it up for you to direct the events as i always love the stuff you come up with, but anything to do with Rufus finally getting some tlc and comfort? (perhaps for some prompts: a bad dream or at a younger age (19?) he just ran away and turned up on the doorstep? Again, completely up to you what direction you choose to go!)

Thank you again for letting me send my request in, I hope your having a nice day/evening :)💚

In His Father’s Shadow

The soft caress of satin bedsheets hugged warmly at your skin. Shifting your body weight onto your side, your eyes fluttered open. It took you a moment to adjust and rouse yourself from your disturbed slumber. You extended your arm to the opposite side of the bed only to be met with emptiness. A slight warmth lingered upon the disheveled bedsheets; the heavy imprint of a body no longer beside you was all that remained. For the past few nights you had noticed Rufus’ absence. His inability to sleep seemed to be far more complex than just mere insomnia alone, or at least that is what you had noticed. Instinctively you knew… something was bothering him.

You lifted yourself up, perching upon the edge of the mattress. You glanced at the digital clock upon your bedside table. 3:00 am. There was a still, hollowed silence that annexed the room. A plain expanse of darkness that felt unsettlingly subdued. The only source of illumination was the intermittent flurry of car lights sweeping past the window. The bedroom door creaked, capturing your attention, and through the crack a pale light emerged. From the adjoining room you overheard movement and the clatter of glass, followed by a swift sliding of the apartment’s balcony door.

Rising to your feet, you unhooked a robe from your nightstand, shrouding the silky material around your shoulders. The uneven floorboards creaked as you steadily made your way towards the door. As you entered the open plan space of the apartment, Dark Star lay upon his back shifting intermittently within his sleep. Sprawled out across his dog bed, his large paws twitched as a continuation of deep growling snores left his snout. You tiptoed carefully around as not to wake him. Upon the marbled counter of the bar was a discernible half empty decanter of Whiskey, alongside a packet of menthol cigarettes and an engraved lighter. Something felt wrong. Rufus’ infrequent habit of smoking was usually a telltale sign of stress. In truth he despised the smell of smoke, since it reminded him of his father and the stifling reek of cigars.

You peered round the corner of the balcony door and found Rufus leaning upon the brick balustrade. He stood wearing the bare minimum of a thin white shirt and boxers; the loose, transparent fabric of his open shirt swishing gently in the breeze. He appeared oblivious to the cold as he stared out at the cityscape before him, lost in deep thought, and seemingly unaware to your presence. His hand firmly clenched at a squared glass of whiskey, the ice rattling as he raised it towards his lips. Within his opposite hand he held a cigarette. You watched as the continuous vertical streams of grey smoke dissipated into the air.

“Bad dream?” You asked gently, hugging at the frame of the open door.

He anchored his gaze upon the view in front of him, all the while his vacant demeanour remained.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He replied bluntly; a disgruntled pinch of his features as he raised the cigarette to his lips. His lungs reluctantly opened up, inhaling the toxic vapour. He held his breath briefly before releasing the thick, curdled plumes with a sense of relief.

You approached him, pulling your robe tighter around your waist as the cool outside air prickled at your exposed skin. Noticing your discomfort out of his peripheral vision, Rufus spoke up. “You should go back to bed — wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”

“I could say the same thing to you.” You retorted.

You went back indoors, picking up a blanket from a nearby couch. You carried it outside wrapping it around Rufus’ shoulders. He remained rigid, flicking the ash of his cigarette into the dark abyss below. You stood beside him, looking out into the distance. You gazed out at the dispersion of green smog upon the city skyline; tiny puffs of pollution rising steadily from rooftop chimneys, accumulating into the dense miasma. The glow of a nearby reactor lit up the streets in a green glittered, mako infused haze. Those small traces of visual beauty entangled amongst manmade destruction.

“What’s wrong Rufus?” You paused waiting for an answer. “You know you can talk to me…”

You watched as a shabby looking cat, balanced precariously upon the rusted metal supports of the building’s fire escape. Rufus remained silent, periodically sipping at his Whiskey.

“Is it about your father?” You asked innocently.

With that he turned to look at you, confirming your suspicions. Just a few days earlier Tseng, the leader of the Turks had made an unexpected house-call to the apartment. Whenever a retainer from Shinra would visit, Rufus would hide you away, not wanting you caught up in bureaucratic nonsense. At first you had thought him to be overprotective, coddling you like a child. However, over time you had realised, even witnessed the cold-hearted truth for anyone involved with Shinra. Governmental knowledge was dangerous and knowing too much was a surefire way of getting abducted, or worse, killed. Rufus wanted you to have nothing to do with that part of his life. That being the main reason you were both hiding out in a quaint little apartment nestled in sector eight.

“That does not concern you.” He answered abruptly, turning away.

His stern words pierced you deeply, like a blade to the chest. The deep furrow of his brow and the subtle tremble upon his hands was a clear sign of his inner turmoil. Even for someone as self assured as Rufus, it was only natural for a build up of troubles to coagulate into stress and uncertainty. It saddened you to think that he had been dealing with these problems alone.

“Yes it does!” You cried. “I can see you’re hurting Rufus… please don’t shut me out. I want to help!”

He frowned, placing his glass down upon the balustrade. Using his free hand he slicked back the loose, unruly strands of hair from off his face.

“He’s dead.” He spat, without an ounce of remorse or a slither of emotion. His paled complexion and stone cold glare hollowed his handsome features. “Bastard got what he deserved.”

You were unsure as how to respond in that moment, knowing his rocky past and the type of relationship he had with his father.

“I’m sorry…”

He scoffed, almost laughing to himself. “Don’t be!—” He lifted his drink once more, consuming the entirety of the amber liquid before bitterly slamming the glass back down. “—He was never a father to me… he never saw me as a son, just his coached successor!”

“I’m guessing that’s the reason why Tseng came to see you the other day?”

“He handed me his last will and testament… in the result of his death everything was to be handed down to me —” He stared down at the darkness below the balcony, contemplation weighing heavily upon his face. “— The company, every liability and mistake he ever made.” He shook his head in anger. “Old man must be laughing to himself.”

“You don’t have to deal with this alone. Let me…”

“I don’t want you involved!” He interrupted. “This is my burden to bear.” The red flicker of embers scattered as he stubbed the remains of his cigarette butt upon the brickwork.

You grasped at his hand, gently brushing your thumb over the length of his fingers. “Share that burden with me.”

His features laced with conflict and turmoil, softened ever so slightly as he turned to face you. He grabbed at the edges of the blanket, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and pulling you into his warm, cloaked embrace. It was rare for Rufus to express warmth and affection, but within that moment he wanted only you to see his vulnerability. You rested your head against the firmness of his chest. The heavy thuds of his heartbeat quickening against your cheek.

“I can’t ask that of you.” His voice was firm yet you detected a slight waver to his composure.

“We both knew this day would come eventually. We couldn’t keep hiding forever… but this is your chance to change the Shinra name. Right all the wrongs and leave some good behind in this rotten world!”

“Redemption.” He murmured, closing his eyes in thought.

His grasp around you tightened for a moment longer before he released you. As you stepped back he placed his hands upon either side of your face. With his nimble fingers he tucked the stray wisps of your hair behind your ear before leaning down to capture your lips. The sweet notes of whiskey infused with bitter menthol lingering upon his breath.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, gazing back at you.

“Please, you don’t have to apologise. You’ve had a lot to think about.”

“It’s predominately the thought of something happening to you…” He admitted wholeheartedly.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured, stroking your fingers through the short length of his blonde locks.

“I promise to protect you, no matter what the cost!”

That ambitious spark of confidence had returned as a positive glint reflected within his eyes. In the past, his stubbornness and pride would never have allowed him to admit weakness or defeat. Since knowing you he had mellowed considerably. Whereby he was once harsh and driven by ambition, over time you had shown him the error of his ways. Even though you loved him for who he was, he was slowly but surely becoming a better man, no longer living within his father’s hulking shadow.

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[irrelevantwriter]

Comfort Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), mutual masturbation

Word Count: 3056

Summary: Part One. You have a bad day and Eddie is there to make you feel better.

A/N: Just a little soft Eddie taking care of his girl because we all need a little TLC, right? Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

Disclaimer: Characters are of age in my fics.

Check out part two here

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*Masterlist in bio.

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Your shoulders sagged as you finally made it to your apartment door, the tension in your body slowly seeping away. A scent you recognized all too well hit your nostrils as you walked through the entryway.

Just beyond the living room was the kitchen, and sitting at the small table you’d thrifted was your husband, writing furiously against a yellow legal pad. His unruly hair created a chestnut curtain around him, save for his left side which was pushed behind his ear. A joint sat perched between his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration while his acoustic guitar sat perched in his lap.

A weak smile came to your lips, your sour mood momentarily lightened by the visual. He looked beautiful sitting there, mind elsewhere as he worked. That childlike quality you loved so much about him was present as his eyes lit up with excitement, his fingers strumming a melody of notes you’d not heard before.

The sound of your husband’s playing made your eyes well up with tears.

Today had been a day from hell.

You’d spilled your coffee, forgotten your breakfast at home, and gotten a speeding ticket. Once you’d gotten to work, it’d been chaotic and you soon became nauseatingly hungry, putting you in a state of perpetual irritation and annoyance. After all that, you’d stopped at the drugstore for a little pick me up, only to find that your favorite lipstick had been discontinued.

The day had dragged on, taking you with it. You’d been looking forward to coming home and relaxing, but all of that simmering frustration was now boiling over, causing you to hiccup with unshed tears.

The noise finally pulled Eddie’s eyes from his paper, his lips breaking into a grin at your presence.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, the joint he’d been smoking now secured between two calloused fingers.

His voice made your spine untwist and your stomach settle. He soothed you, just like you knew he would.

Instead of verbally answering him, you hung your purse on the hook near the door and kicked off your shoes. You made your way towards him, seeing his eyes shift from excitement to concern at your silence.

“Baby? What is it?”

You felt your bottom lip tremble and you sniffled, finally letting Eddie see the exhaustion in your eyes.

“Bad day,” you replied simply, almost whispering.

Eddie immediately placed the joint in the ashtray on the table and reached for your hand, pulling you closer. “Shit, are you okay? Did something happen?”

The concern in his voice was real and raw, and it made you feel worse.

You shook your head.

“Talk to me, baby,” he pleaded gently, doe eyes searching your face for an answer.

“Can you-,” you started, biting your lip when your voice began to shake. “Can you just hold me?”

You could see the surprise in his face, but he covered it quickly, placing his guitar aside. He made like he was going to stand, but you stopped him and straddled his lap, burying your face into his hair. Your arms encircled his neck as you pressed yourself into his warmth.

You were needy and feeling exposed. It was a rare occurrence, but your husband was an expert at handling you. He knew what to do before you did.

“Is this okay?” you asked from the crook of his neck, inhaling. Weed, faded Old Spice, and something purely Eddie. It was your favorite scent.

“More than okay, sweetheart.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, meeting at your lower back. His large hands were still decorated with his many rings and you could feel them against your skin as he began to rub delicate circles. Your eyes fluttered closed.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. Just feeling shitty,” you replied, lips ghosting over his throat as you spoke.

His hands dipped under the hem of your shirt, letting his skin dance over yours. Shivers ran up your spine, your arms tightening around him.

“Hmm,” he hummed, the sound reverberating in your ear. “We can’t have that.”

A beat of comfortable silence passed.

“What can I do?”

“You’re doing it,” you assured him, burrowing further into his sturdy body.

He continued to hold you, hands following invisible designs as they skirted over every inch of you he could reach. From your hair to your hips, over your backside and thighs, before returning to your back.

“You know what Wayne used to do for me when I had a bad day?” His voice was soft and gentle, coaxing your body to melt into his.

“What?”

“He’d make me my favorite meal. Hotdogs with mac n cheese.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, could tell he was reliving a good memory as he held you.

“We didn’t have a lot of money. And I only liked the name brand mac n cheese. So it was a special occasion when we had it in the house. But Wayne,” Eddie sighed, his voice full of emotion. Love. “Wayne always made do. He knew how hard school was for me. With the other kids. And he did his damndest to make sure I knew I was special.”

“With hotdogs and mac n cheese,” you piped up from his chest, your own fingers dancing along the design of his faded band tee.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” His lips ghosted across your forehead in a whisper of a kiss, making you smile.

“So what about you? Hm? What’ll make you feel better?”

You sat quietly for a long moment, feeling content to sit in his arms, but you knew he wanted an answer. Eddie was a doer. And he thrived on doing things that made you smile. Or laugh. And god you loved him for it.

“S’mores,” you mumbled into his neck, feeling bashful at the childish request.

“S’mores, huh?” He chuckled as he rubbed your thighs through your jeans.

“I didn’t get to have them a lot as a kid,” you explained, feeling your eyelids droop.

“Well, what my girl wants, she gets.” He adjusted you against his lap, forcing you to meet his eyes as he cradled your cheek. “How about this…you go soak in the bathtub. I’ll order the greasiest Chinese food and I’ll make my baby some s’mores.”

“I don’t think we have the stuff for s’mores.”

“Then I’ll make do,” he said with a smirk and wink, making your stomach flutter.

******

You were right.

You didn’t have stuff for s’mores. At least not everything. But just like Eddie had promised, he’d made do with what you did have.

You’d soaked in the bath for well over an hour, hearing Eddie move about the apartment as he paid for the Chinese food delivery and attempted to give you what you’d requested.

You’d been married three years. Married young and quickly. Too quickly for most. But logic didn’t matter to either of you. Eddie had never been one for doing what others wanted anyway. And you…well you were just a madly in love kid. Still were. Despite the hardships.

He was your home. Wherever he was, you were there too. And vice versa. And so far, you’d proven the majority of Hawkins wrong by continuing to be in matrimonial bliss as Mrs. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.

When you’d finally soaked yourself to death, you’d changed into an old shirt of Eddie’s and a pair of plaid pajama pants. You felt better already, but the sight that greeted you when you’d entered the kitchen sealed the deal.

The food had been unpacked and plated. He’d taken careful consideration to order your favorites. And beside the heaps of greasy noodles and rice were your requested comfort food.

You giggled at his attempt to fashion a s’more out of graham crackers, marshmallow puff instead of actual marshmallows, and Hershey kisses left over from Valentine’s Day. They were lopsided and messy and so adorably Eddie that you began to tear up again.

“Good?”

There was hesitation in his voice. Uncertainty about if he’d upset you or made you the happiest woman on earth.

It was the latter. It always was.

“Perfect.”

******

An hour later and after an ungodly consumption of egg rolls, you were laid out on the couch, Eddie at your feet as he rubbed absentmindedly at your calves. His touch made you sink further into the cushions, the movie playing on TV long forgotten.

“Eddie,” you began, garnering his attention. He’d showered and changed himself, now sporting a more worn band tee than the one he’d been wearing earlier. Gray sweats that’d been run through the wash one too many times adorned his bottom half. His hands were naked, rings in their rightful place on his nightstand in a hideous ceramic bowl you’d bought him as a joke. He’d loved it.

His gaze met yours, ready to walk to the ends of the earth if you asked him.

“Play me something.” You nodded your head towards the guitar sitting near his feet.

He smiled shyly. He fronted a band. He was no stranger to playing in front of people, but he always seemed to get a little nervous when playing just for you. He’d told you once it was because your opinion mattered most to him. He wanted you to like everything he did. You didn’t. You loved everything he did.

You shifted your legs to curl beside him so that he could prop the instrument in his lap. You angeled your head under your fists, looking down the couch at him as he randomly strummed at the strings.

He cleared his throat and met your eyes, the notes of the song he’d been playing earlier beginning to fill the space.

“I’ve been working on this one. It’s new. No real lyrics yet, but I think I got the melody down.” His voice was low as he spoke over his own rhythmic strumming.

You warmed from the inside, enamored with witnessing Eddie in his element. Music was his element. Sure, he worked at the garage. He loved cars. He loved fixing things. He loved Dungeons and Dragons. And he loved being Dungeon Master. But nothing compared to seeing him with a guitar in his hand, on stage or not.

He owned it.

He owned you.

The tune he played was beautiful. Softer than their normal stuff, but just as impactful. The feelings and events of the day withered away as he played for you, occasionally humming along, as if testing the lyrics he’d yet to write.

The music did exactly what you’d wanted it to. It made you forget.

He played a little longer, humoring you, and then placed the guitar back on its stand next to the couch. His hands reached for you, wrapping your ankle in his grip. His thumb soothed over your flesh, making you jolt at the ticklish sensation it brought with it.

“That was beautiful, baby,” you cooed, sitting up. You pouted your lips, asking him to meet you halfway. And he did.

The kiss was gentle at first. You’d only meant to thank him, but soon the feeling of being reacquainted with him so intimately won out. And you both got lost in the other.

Your tongue begged for entrance first. But his was the first to slip into your mouth. His hands slipped under your shirt and up your back. Yours pulled at his own shirt, silently asking for him to remove it.

“You sure?” he asked, breathless with kiss swollen lips. “It’s okay if you aren’t feeling up to it.”

You nodded your head and dove forward, letting your lips taste the flesh of his neck. He shuddered in response.

“Need you, Eddie,” you pleaded, pushing your chest into his.

“Bedroom.”

He led you both to your shared bedroom, lips barely separating. Once you both crossed the threshold, clothes were discarded. He laid you back on the bed, intent clear in his eyes. You wouldn’t be doing any work tonight. Eddie was going to take care of you.

“Love you. So much,” he slurred against your naked breasts. He licked and sucked, sending your fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands.

You whimpered, mind hazy as he pushed you further into pleasure’s arms, back arching when he glided his fingers over your folds. He grunted at the feel of you. Slick. Wanting.

He teased your clit and you angeled your hips in response, encouraging him to give you what you so desperately needed.

“Patience, baby.” His mouth was by your ear now, his finger slipping torturously slow beyond your entrance. “Wanna taste you. Can I?”

He never needed to ask. But you answered anyway.

“Yes,” you moaned, trying and failing to keep hold of him as he moved down your body, lips leaving a trail in their wake.

He was tender in his exploration of you. As if he hadn’t done this very act a thousand times over. He toggled between careful precision and wild abandon. He kept you on the edge. He was an expert at that. Never letting you drift too far before he anchored you back to him again.

You threw your head back when he sucked hungrily at your clit, his tongue buried somewhere deep within you. His rough hands skated up your abdomen and over your breasts, teasing your nipples.

“Fuck, baby…I’m gonna cum,” you confessed, pelvis tilting closer to his mouth the more aggressive he became.

“I got you, sweetheart.”

Your thighs trapped his head, tensing when he added his fingers, curling them expertly against that spot. The sounds coming from your bodies were obscene. A testament to just how devoted you were to each other.

When that familiar tingle started to spread, you reached for the hand still massaging your breast. He instinctively tangled his fingers with yours, squeezing in reassurance.

You met his gaze, seeing home, hearing him say I got you.

You came.

Your orgasm was powerful. The kind that made your limbs twist and your spine bend in an unnatural fashion. No sound came from your lips at first. And then a chant of Eddie Eddie Eddie broke through, moans interspersed between.

You felt everything. From the tips of your toes, to the top of your head. He was everywhere all at once. Making lights dance behind your eyelids and the breath catch in your throat. A mind-numbing tingle swept over you, making your come down that much more intense.

“Jesus,” you gasped, loosening the hold you had on him.

Eddie kitten-licked your flesh, prompting you to shiver with aftershocks. His hands whispered over you, bringing you back down to earth.

“Good?” The question was said with more smugness this time around, his chin displaying the evidence of just how good you were doing.

“Perfect.”

You heard him chuckle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he shifted onto his knees above you. His stomach rippled with the movement, the subtle muscle beneath pale skin and tattoos making you widen your legs.

“Come here,” you beckoned, noticing he was still very hard, flushed pink and shiny at the tip.

Eddie shook his head, denying you. “You’re about to pass out, baby. You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Want you,” you protested, hearing the fatigue in your voice. You didn’t care. You wanted, no, needed Eddie to cum.

“I’m taking care of you,” he insisted, ignoring the way you arched your hips towards him.

You pouted, hands massaging your own breasts. Your movements were lazy. Lethargic. Your eyes were hooded. Swirling up at him with desire that still lingered. Enticing him to trust you. That part of him taking care of you, was to see him taking care of himself. It’s what made you whole.

“Please, Eddie…”

His hand wrapped around himself and pumped, his other gripping at your thigh. You noticed the slick coated on his fingers, realizing he was using your arousal to chase his own.

He hissed when you began to touch yourself. You moaned lowly, your body still so sensitive from his ravaging.

“Just let me watch you, baby.” He spit onto his length, making the slip and slide of his hand all the more vulgar.

You nodded and writhed beneath him, feeling that fire within you begin to smolder again. He looked so good kneeling over you. Skin sprinkled with sweat while sinewy muscles pushed and pulled against you. Tattoos littered his skin, some of them looking as if they were coming to life while he worked himself over.

He was beautiful. And all yours.

“M’close,” he grunted.

You touched yourself purposefully, knowing what would get him to that place. Your body was too tired to seek out more, despite the persistent longing that never quite settled when it came to your husband.

He’d done his job. He’d taken care of you.

“Fuck, fuck…”

Eddie threw his head back at the same time warm ropes of himself splashed onto your skin. The veins in his neck and arms pulsed as he thrust against his hand, occasionally bumping into you from between your thighs. His eyes were screwed shut, teeth gritted together in what looked like pain, but you knew better.

Seeing him finish made you feel warm and fuzzy. The kind of satiation that made you feel like you were floating. The kind you’d been seeking since you’d walked in the door that day.

You watched his entire body go slack, his chest heaving as he smiled tiredly down at you, brown eyes pulling you in like a strong embrace.

“Good?” You joked, eyebrow arching up at him.

“Fucking amazing,” he panted, pushing errant strands of hair off this face as he reached for his discarded shirt. He cleaned you off, ensuring you didn’t have to move a muscle.

When he was done, he collapsed heavily next to you, instinctively pulling you into his side. You curled around him like a vine, eyes falling shut at the sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

“Better, baby?”

You nodded, your mind already dimming as you slipped into unconsciousness. Eddie’s hands played with your hair, his lips ghosting over your head.

“Thank you,” you murmured sleepily, feeling him pull the blanket over your still nude body.

“I always take care of my girl.”

His breathing lulled you to sleep. And even in your dreams, Eddie was there.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things

[wardenparker]

Close Encounters of the Toothy Kind

Max Phillips x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst​

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9.2k Warnings: *Reader has a nickname right up front.* Evan being his whiny self. Alcohol consumption but no one’s judgement is impaired. Light power dynamics, biting (blood is drawn), oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, monster fucking, rough sex, vampire kink/fetish. Summary: The company Halloween party is way more fun than you ever expected - even if your coworker and roommate Evan doesn’t think so. Notes: Happy Spooktober everyone! This little fangbang has been brewing in our minds for months now and it turned out even better than I ever dreamed! Smothered in pop culture references and plenty of cheeky fun. 🎃🧡🧛‍♀️ 

Ever since Max Phillips was in high school, he knew how to throw a party. It helped get him laid both there and later on in college. Even throughout getting his MBA and graduating, his attention to detail for having a good time led to some of the most memorable parties on campus. It was something he considered a little extra that he had to offer a company beyond the normal impressive résumé. Because in order to throw a great party, you had to know what people wanted. You had to read their wants through the small conversations and the body language of the person.

It was also useful in closing deals and impressing clients. Which was why he had pulled out all the stops tonight in the annual Halloween party. It wasn't just a sad, alcohol-free punch and those horrid cookies that Zarabeth makes. This is impressive. The smoke machines and black lights contrasted the disco balls that twirl overhead giving the event a truly spooky vibe.

"You'll see, Cat." Evan looks around nervously, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin under your elbow as he propels the two of you forward into the "East Ballroom" swallowing as he takes in the decorations. "I'm not crazy. Max is a vampire."

“Ev, it’s okay to just not like the guy.” Evan is an okay roommate. He really is. He’s clean and doesn’t cook horrible food, and he’s even handy with a toolkit when things need a little TLC. But this crusade he’s been on against your boss is just insane. Pulling at your tight Camp Crystal Lake t-shirt and smoothing your short shorts, you’ll be the first to admit that you took the easy way out with your costume this year, but Friday the 13th camp counselor was just too good to pass up. The Halloween store in town even had knee socks with Jason’s hockey mask on them to go with your Keds sneakers. “Let’s just have a couple of drinks and hang out. Maybe not get weird over your obsessive hatred of our boss?”

"I'm telling you he's a vampire!" Evan hisses, the cords in his neck bulging and he doesn't understand why you don't believe him. He looks around and groans, rolling his eyes and pointing. "He's even mocking it. Look at him." Max smirks as he watches you and Evan at the entrance of the ball room. Evan looked panicked and pale. He wonders if the poor schmuck is still trying to convince everyone that he's a vampire. It is so much fun to watch him freak out like the obsessive little turd that he is and push everyone away with his theories. Amanda had finally dumped him for good and started dating Andrew, which was a much better prospect for her in Max's opinion. He takes his eye off you and checks the buffet table again. The caterer that he had chosen had promised him that the canapés would all be haunted and ghoulish and so far they hadn't disappointed.

“Oh hell yeah, Lost Boys!” You grin, seeing the costume that Max has expertly pieced together. Max Phillips might be a frat boy and occasional asshat, but he has an attention for detail that has to be admired. And frankly? He’s ridiculously hot. A fact only enhanced by leather and eyeliner, in your opinion. Sure he’s a little obnoxious, so you just keep the fact that you have a little – okay, big – thing for him on the quiet side. Especially since your roommate despises him. “Evan,” you look at your roommate now, decked out in his Van Helsing costume like he’s in some kind of righteous crusade. “I am begging you to just let tonight be about fun and not this hyper focus.”

Evan rolls his eyes and gives you a disappointed look. "You're going to believe me." He promises you. "By the end of tonight, you will know the truth - Max Phillips is a vampire."

"I sure am." Max agrees easily, appearing at your side and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "David from Lost Boys." He clarifies. "Glad you can make it Camp Crystal Lake Counselor." He doesn't waste the opportunity to look at your legs, you've got them on display after all and you aren't on company property.

"Max." Evan greets him through clenched teeth, furious that he's touching you.

“Evan made me a name tag,” you tell Max with a grin, pointing to the sticky Hi! My Name Is badge on your shirt that features your office nickname - Cat - and a little cartoon drawing of black cat beside it. “Nice party, Max.” You may keep your attraction under wraps, but that doesn’t mean you can’t just be a generally nice person.

“Thanks Kitty Cat.” Max sends you a small wink and looks around. “We’ve got a couple of our clients and potential clients here so I could get away with splurging. Plus, I love Halloween.” He smirks over at Evan. “All the things that go bump in the night come out.”

“Does that mean there’s good booze?” You ask, one eyebrow ticking up at Max curiously. Splurging on clients might mean there’s actually something tasty. “I heard a rumor about sangria or punch or something, but that might have been Elaine’s wishful thinking.”

“Ohhhh the Bloody Sangria is my own recipe.” He tells you with a grin. “There’s also Witches Brew, Poisoned Apples and Demon Juice.” He points to the bar where premixed cocktails are being poured up into glasses where the base is a skeleton’s hand.

“Sangria for sure.” That stupid exaggerated grin on Max’s face shouldn’t be charming, but he’s got vampire fang caps on his teeth and alright, maybe you had a little thing for Kiefer Sutherland as a teenager that the Lost Boys costume is playing into. To Evan you throw a pout, silently asking him to play nice before heading to the bar with Max.

“Make sure you get some appetizers too.” Max hums knowingly. “Those drinks sneak up on you and we don’t want you buzzed too quickly.” He catches the eye of a prospective client and pats your shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you later, enjoy yourself Kitty Cat.”

“Come on, Ev.” You reach for his hand but resist when he tries tangling your fingers together, tired of repeating that you are not interested in him romantically. He’s a good roommate and a decent friend, but as a boyfriend? Not your type at all. “Drink with me, eat with me. It’ll be fun.”

“I’m not touching anything Max could have corrupted.” Evan huffs, annoyed that you are so flirty with him. You need to just trust him.

“He’s not going to poison our clients.” Rolling your eyes at him is still playful, because you’ve definitely always thought of Evan as more of a brother than anything else, and you nod toward the bar. “I bet they have beer in bottles that Max can’t have tainted with his spooky vampire vibes.”

Evan blows out a sigh and dutifully follows you like a lost puppy, wondering how he can possibly convince you about Max. “Hey man.” Tim smirks and lifts the glass of alcohol up. “You came.”

“I had to drag him out of the apartment,” you tease, giving Tim a hug before slipping past him to the bar for a glass of sangria.

“Would you like an extra shot of Vampire’s blood in your sangria?” The bartender asks with a smile. “It’s a floater of blackberry moonshine.”

“Why the hell not. Go big or go home, right?” You laugh, cringing at the cliched phrase before you shrug your shoulders. “And a Bud Light.” The least you can do is grab Evan’s first beer for him, since you did drag him out tonight. Being convinced that some socialization that didn’t happen under neon lights with phone headsets attached to your heads would be good for him might not have been correct.

Evan looks around the room in jealousy, begrudgingly impressed with the party. Hating how this man took his job and was actually doing a bang-up job. He takes the beer from you and eyes it for a moment before he hears Max’s laugh across the room. “Fuck it.” He groans and puts the bottle to his lips.

“Atta boy,” Tim laughs before strolling away when he spies someone he wants to say hi to across the large room.

“Eat, drink, and be merry,” you agree with a grin. You just want tonight to be fun. Maybe get Evan talking to the new girl from Legal that he said was cute a couple of days ago. Anything to get his mind away from the vampire thing.

Max keeps an eye on you as he makes his way around the room. Partly because it drives Evan insane. He might have made a couple of veiled threats to change you next. But mostly it was because he was very intrigued by the way your tits look up under that t-shirt. He had plenty of fantasies about his counselors when he was younger and his grandma made him go to the sleep away vacation Bible camps in the summer.

******

The deejay they hired for tonight is doing an excellent job of keeping the energy up, and you walk past the table just in time to hear Deliah from HR begging him to play Thriller again, making you laugh as you hit the bar. This sangria is addictive and you lean back against the sturdy wood to look around the room while the bartender pours you glass number three. Evan has finally started talking to the girl from Legal and from where you are it looks like she might even be interested in him so you send up a little positive energy in his direction and sigh. Maybe now you can actually relax and find someone to dance with - a thought which feels slightly bitchy considering you know Evan would dance with you if you asked. But you’d like to dance with someone you’re attracted to, which seriously narrows the field around here.

Max chuckles to himself when he sees you going back for another drink. He slides up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to murmur in your ear. “Enjoying yourself, Kitty Cat?”

“Max!” You didn’t see him approach and definitely would have done a spit take if you had had a sip of drink in your mouth when he spoke. “Uh— yeah, actually. Your sangria’s really good.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” He purrs with a delighted smile. “I like the body of it.” He waggles his brows. “And the way that it sneaks up on you.”

“The body of the bloody sangria?” It’s dumb, and you probably wouldn’t laugh at it if you weren’t two drinks in and finding the 80s vamp look on him a little extra hot. “Har har.”

Max winks at you. “Planning on being the first victim of the night?” He asks, leaning in. “Or are you going to be the counselor that survives?”

“Oh, come on.” Leaning back against the bar, you toss him the same smirk you would give anybody in this situation. “Nobody wants to die first. I’m totally Final Girl material. Nancy Thompson, Laurie Strode, and me.”

“You sure?” He leans in and flicks your name badge. “Kitty Cat survives?” He hums, smirking at you.

“For sure.” The authoritative nod you give him when the bartender sets your drink down beside your elbow comes with a grin. “I’m not afraid of some big bad monster.”

“Really?” He flashes his fangs at you playfully. Everyone thinks they are fake but why would he do fake fangs when he has the real thing. “Not even a skipping beat of your heart?”

“Not even.” It’s a dirty lie because you’re a damn scaredy cat, but at the same time you do love the adrenaline rush of a scary movie. The fake fangs are more of a turn on than anything else, which is probably the real reason your blood is currently pumping.

“I think you’re lying.” He coos, leaning in closer and brushing his nose against your pulse. The smell of your blood is intoxicating, and he groans quietly.

“Rude.” You laugh, picking up your drink and nudging him with your elbow. Maybe it’s a little more flirtatious than you would ever be regularly, but this is outside of work hours, outside of the office, and it’s a party.

“Just honest, Kitty cat.” He chuckles, watching you take another sip of your drink.

“I don’t know why I let you call me that.” Yes you do. You absolutely know why. It’s because he’s hot as fuck. It had taken almost a year to accept being called Cat at work and then Max just rolled in and added kitty to it and you just let it slide. “Maybe I instinctively knew you’d have a killer sangria recipe that I’d want to steal.”

“Better than what I was going to call you when I first met you.” He confides with a cocky grin.

“Oh god.” You choke on a laugh before taking a sip of your drink. “Do I want to know?”

He snickers to himself and shuffles closer. Leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Pussy…Cat.” He purrs, making sure to emphasize the first word.

That…is not what you expected, and you definitely feel a very visceral reaction to Max’s breath on your neck. You can practically feel your panties drench at the implication that he might be interested in you, too. But that’s…that’s a stretch, right? It has to be. Max flirts with all the women in the office.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” He hums, wondering if he’s misread the subtle signals you’ve sent him.

“A little.” You have to admit that, as silly as it makes you feel when you tilt your head to look at him. “Surprised, I guess?”

“Why would you be surprised?” He lifts his brows, shocked that you didn’t know that you are a gorgeous woman. “Every man in this room would take you home if they could.”

“Maybe.” Shrugging, you take another sip of your drink before turning to face him fully. Whether it’s the booze or the atmosphere or the light-switch flick of a mood change, you’re feeling bold. “But I’m not interested in them.”

“And who are you interested in?” He asks, intrigued by who would be your taste. Surely not Evan, he’s heard him moan about you turning him down to Tim too often in the break room.

“Seriously?” It’s probably a good thing that he has to ask, it means you haven’t been too obvious at work. Although you kind of thought you were being pretty obvious right now. “I mean, don’t fire me over it, but…you…”

“Hmmmmm.” Max flashes you a wicked, fanged-filled grin. “That’s not something I would ever fire you over Pussy Cat.”

“That nickname is gonna stick now, isn’t it?” You can feel the heat in your cheeks, nerves and embarrassment rising right along with arousal. He’s looking at you half like you’re a fucking meal and half like something else that you can’t quite pinpoint but you’re fairly certain you’re going to enjoy.

“Yes it is.” He chuckles again. “But only when we’re alone.”

“We’re never alone.” More than anything it’s just pointing out a fact. Aside from the rare occasion that he has called you into his office, The two of you have never actually been alone. Maybe once you were the only two people in the break room at the same time, but that was in passing and the door was open. It wasn’t exactly private.

“Then maybe we should be alone.” Max offers with a smirk. He can smell your interest, but he wants this to be completely your choice.

“Seriously?” You ask again, still a little incredulous that he could be interested. “I mean…I didn’t think…” But he’s looking at you like that and you swallow the lump in your throat so hard that it bottoms out all the way down in your pussy. “I mean, yeah. That sounds like fun.”

“Yeah?” He bites his lip with his fangs exposed. “You want to be alone?” He waits for you to nod and he smirks. “How about now?”

“Eager.” But it makes you flush with your own fervent desire, wondering if he means just finding a dark corner of the party, leaving together, or if his mind has jumped straight to hooking up. It occurs to you, as you smirk and pick up your drink to down it quickly (no sense in wasting, obviously) that you don’t care. “Fuck it. Yeah. What do you have in mind?” Evan is going to be so fucking pissed but you just can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

He chuckles, surprised that you’ve said yes, but also very happy that you have. “I think the innocent camp counselor should go into the bathroom to be ravished by the dangerous vampire.” He hums as he lifts a brow.

Straight to hooking up, you acknowledge with a smirk. It doesn’t really surprise you. Max isn’t exactly known as a relationship guy around the office. Either way, you don’t mind making him a notch on your proverbial bedpost tonight. “You go for the innocent thing, huh?” It makes your smirk deepen just that much more. “Noted,” you murmur in his ear before taking the strut all the way out of your step and hightailing it out of the hotel ballroom toward the unisex bathroom down the hall.

Max watches you walk away for a long moment, admiring the view. “Turned you down, huh?” Evan’s pithy little comment makes his smirk reappear as he turns towards the other man.

“Guess so.” He chirps, unwilling to let Evan cause a scene and prevent his little rendezvous with you. Some sacrifices must be made and right now, wiping the smug, satisfied look off Evan’s face is on the chopping block.

“She’ll never date you. Or fuck you.” He tells Max, his eyes darting around but the little fucker is brave around a crowd in the ballroom - confident Max won’t cause a scene. “So you should just leave her alone.”

“Same could be said for you, slugger.” Max pops back with a wink. “After all, if I lived in the same apartment with that little Kitty Cat, I’m sure I would have wooed her by now.” He chuckles and gives Evan a sympathetic look. “Guess you just aren’t what she’s looking for…” Max lets Evan stew for a moment and right when the other man opens his mouth, he interrupts him. “Whelp! I better go take a piss, all the Bloody cocktails have gotten to me.” He smirks. “Try the special sangria I have behind the bar.” He confides. “They have it just for me, but tell them Max said it was okay.” He turns around and whistles as he walks towards the bathrooms, knowing Evan is fuming.

It takes just long enough before you hear footsteps outside the bathroom door for you to start doubting yourself. Wondering if you just made a completely dumbass mistake that’s going to make life hell at work from now on, or if Max really did use the specific word ravishing or a million other little paranoid concerns. You’re in the process of telling yourself to get a goddamn grip when the bathroom door clicks open.

Max raises a brow at you, seeing the doubt and second guessing on your face. “Change your mind, Pussy Cat?” He asks as he steps inside and closes the door. If you don’t want to do this, it wouldn’t be nice to have the rumor mill spin if someone looked in and saw the two of you. “I got caught up by Evan trying to warn me away from you.”

“Thought you might have changed yours,” you admit, but the news that it was Evan who caused the delay makes you relax again instantly. “Ev’s just…protective.”

He snorts and sends you a knowing look. “Evan wants to be in your bed.” He counters. “He’s like the annoying little puppy that chews on your shoelaces and tries - and fails - to hump your leg.”

“To be fair, he’s never actually tried to hump my leg.” The comparison makes you laugh though, and you shake your head. “He knows I’m not interested in him.”

“He knows…but he doesn’t know.” Max smirks as he flips the lock and takes a step towards you. “He might get the hint tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” It’s not like you had been planning on broadcasting this little interlude around the office, so the idea of news of it getting back to Evan hadn’t even been on your mind.

“Only if you wanted.” He chuckles, reaching out and stroking your arm, his eyes on yours. “He’ll know when you scream my name.”

The corners of your lips tick up in a smirk as you step into him, feeling your heart speed up and your pussy clench at that kind of promise. “I guess you better make sure I scream loud enough, then.”

Max’s eyes flash and his smirk grows wider. “Only thing I like more than making a sale is a challenge, Pussy Cat.” He growls, stalking towards you like a predator cornering his prey.

It would probably come across as way too dramatic if you weren’t honestly so goddamn turned on, but as it is? You’re in exactly the right frame of mind to find that broad frame and cocky ass smirk enticing as hell. “Then what are you waiting for?”

“Permission.” Quicker than he probably should have, but not enough to be too obvious, Max pins you against the row of industrial yet aesthetically pleasing sinks and hand soap units. Your back is to the mirror, and he leers with his nose pressed right against yours.

Your sharp gasp and wide eyes definitely lend themselves toward that whole innocent thing he supposedly likes, and the way he has your back bowed so that your tits are pushed against his chest is only adding to the heaving effect. "Max..."

"Yessssss, Pussy Cat?" He doesn't kiss you, not yet. He likes the teasing and the way that your breath catches in your throat. It makes the veins flood with blood and it smells so sweet as your body heats up even more than normal.

"Shit..." The realization makes you roll your eyes even as you're nearly panting in anticipation. "Of course you're a tease."

He tsks in disappointment at your seemingly bemoaning of his traits. "You don't think it enhances...." his 'fake' fangs graze your throat slowly before he retracts them and places the most delicate kiss on your galloping pulse, "anticipation?"

The way you almost whimper is a complete giveaway that it definitely is an enhancement, and you shiver a little. Being caged between his arms against the counter makes you feel caught in a delicious sort of way. "M-maybe."

"Hmmmmm." Max is already hard, pressing against your hip through your camp counselor shorts and one hand moves from the cold counter to grab your side. "Don't worry, Pussy Cat." He follows up the small kiss with a slow drag of his tongue up the line of your neck. "I won't bite hard...unless you want me to."

Evan’s ridiculous vampire claim rings in your ears again, completely unwanted, and you smirk as you tip your head to one side to give him all the access to your neck as he could possibly want. “It’s been a while since I’ve been properly manhandled,” you murmur, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth as his head hangs right beside yours. “Sounds like fun.”

Max hisses, cock jumping when your teeth nip his skin. "Fuck." He huffs, trying to decide if he wants a quickie, or if he just wants to destroy you. Your giggle makes up his mind for him, pulling away and dropping down to his knees to unbutton those ridiculously tiny shorts you are wearing. The prospect of devouring your cunt while you have knee highs and sneakers on is appealing.

"Shit." Max Phillips on his knees is not a sight you ever thought you'd see - both because you didn't ever think you'd actually be in this position with him and a little bit because you thought he might be one of those guys who was prissy about the smell or taste of pussy as an excuse to never give oral - but it's fucking glorious. It takes all of thirty seconds for your cutoffs to be tossed across the damn room, and Max's eyes are eye level with the soaked through crotch of your white cotton panties.

"Virginal." He hums, smirking up at you before he reaches out and rubs the damp fabric. "Even though I know you aren't, it makes you look even more like a teenage counselor that might survive the night."

Looking down at him with the most innocent expression you can muster, you can see just how wide his pupils have grown since getting the first bit of your clothing off. "Of course I'm innocent. I don't know why you would possibly think otherwise." You intone, wondering if he's into roleplay enough to want the whole act.

He chuckles, hooking a finger in the band of your panties so he can start dragging them down. "Because good virginal girls don’t let sinful vampires eat their pussy in the bathroom." He teases, leaning in and blowing on your heated pussy lips and giving you a fang-filled smile.

This time your whimper is accompanied by the eager way you open up for him, totally willing to spread your legs for him before he's even kissed you. It's not like you're expecting a lasting and deep connection out of fucking your boss in the bathroom at the company party. You're horny, not delusional.

Your ass is perched against the counter so Max wastes no time in shoving his shoulders under your legs, bringing your thighs to his shoulders and he winks at you, right before his mouth envelopes your cunt in a large bite, his fangs retracting again so he doesn't puncture your lips.

They definitely heard you moaning in the hallway, but you couldn't care less as you brace yourself with one hand on the counter and sink the fingers of your other hand into his thick, artfully messy hair. The heat of his mouth and determination of his tongue as he licks a long, flat stripe up the length of your sex is enough to have you tossing your head back and shutting your eyes in pleasure. Or it would be, if you didn't want to watch his every movement so desperately.

There is an art to pussy eating. He had tried to tell Evan that when the prick was in college with him, but he had been too busy thinking Max was an asshole. It might have been one of the reasons his roommate's girlfriend had jumped into his bed when Evan was away for a long weekend. She had obviously listened to the tips he had tried to impart. Enough to be curious, at least. His tongue twists around your clit and he flicks it playfully before his tongue slides down again, curious to taste you right from the honeyed little well between your thighs. Your fingers curl tightly, nails digging into his scalp instinctively before soothing the bite away. Apparently you never noticed Max having an overly long tongue, but he is curled into the absolute depths of you in a way that has you rolling your hips forward and pushing down as if he isn't already completely buried in your cunt.

Max groans into your folds, loving how you don't mind being a little more forceful. His cock twitches and he holds your legs wide so he can curl his tongue deeper, licking into you with fevered eagerness. He knows what the fuck he's doing, you'll give him that. Any idea that you had about him being selfish in bed is being completely washed away by the deep growling sounds floating up to you from his throat and the way those vibrations roll through your body to have you whining and writhing and almost ready to burst in no time.

His eyes fixate on you. Responding to the micro expressions as he works your cunt with his tongue. If you’re going to fuck him; you’re damn well going to have nothing but good things to say about him. His fingers dig into the tender flesh of your thighs and he huffs, not needing to breathe, but you would expect him to make some noise.

“Holy shit, Max—” Every time you get a gulp of air he pushes it out again, cutting off your moan of his name and twisting it into a harsh gasp with a dexterous flick of his tongue that swirls around your clit like a lollipop. “S—so— good! Fuck.”

He chuckles into you, waiting until you look down at him again before he sends you a small wink and sucks your clit into his mouth, ripping your orgasm out of you.

You’ve never outright just screamed while cumming before, but this one comes tearing out of you like an igniting fire that leaves you shaking and cursing and grasping at any bit of him you can get your hands on so that you don’t just collapse backward into one of the sinks behind you. “Oh my fucking god, Max.” You’re practically dizzy from the force of it, which just makes you giggle in filthy glee when you can breathe again.

He is smug as he kisses your clit one last time before he leans back and looks up at you. “Did I pass muster, counselor?” He teases.

“With the first test.” You nod eagerly, getting air back in your lungs as you reach to drag him up for a kiss. You haven’t gotten to yet and now that he’s had his mouth on you, you’re dying to indulge.

Max goes willingly, fusing his mouth to yours and sliding his hands up under your shirt. Wanting to get his hands on your tits for a long time, he moans as he cups them over your bra and slides his tongue into your mouth at the same time.

Moaning into the kiss is a natural instinct. His large hands envelope your overheated skin easily, somehow easing the heat of arousal at the same time he intensifies it. It’s you who tears your shirt away, ready to just throw every stitch aside and thoroughly fucking enjoy yourself.

He pulls away from you to admire the view as he unhooks your bra and tosses it away. "Fucking in your shoes, I'm digging it." He teases, pinching your nipples and ducking down to pull one into his mouth.

“Feels—” His talented mouth cuts you off and you almost squeal, letting it dissolve into a sinful moan. “Dirtier.” You finish your thought with one hand cradling his head to your tits encouragingly and the other fisting his shirt blindly to follow the trail of his torso down to the pronounced bulge in his pants.

"You are dirty." He groans, pulling off your tit with a pop and then biting it playfully before he nips the other. "Gonna fuck you like the dirty fucking girl you are right here."

“It’s a good thing you got my pussy nice and wet, then.” With one hand wrapped around the thick length protruding from his pants, your other starts working open his belt. “It’ll be nice and easy to slide that big cock in right away.”

He smirks and stands straight while you pull open his pants and groans when his cock is your hot hands. "Fuck." He hisses, twitching when your thumb presses against the tip. "I'm gonna be balls deep and die happy." He jokes.

"You mean you're not a real undead bad boy?" Putting on a pout of faux disappointment keeps you from laughing, knowing that he knows all about Evan's Max is a vampire crusade. The very last thing you're about to do when you have his thick length throbbing in your hand is laugh. "Darn."

He doesn't even answer you, just thrusts into your grip. "Line me up, Pussy Cat." He hums. "I'm gonna make you cum like this then I'm going to turn you over so I can watch your ass bounce."

"Promises, promises," you tease, not that you have any doubt he can do it. He's not even out of breath while you're a panting and whimpering mess. You don't hesitate to do as he tells you, though, leaning back a little to let your legs fall open wide so that you can position the blunt head of his cock at the entrance of your dripping pussy.

"Fuck, look at that pretty little pussy cat." He smirks and watches you while he breeches your entrance and starts filling you steadily, inch by inch.

He feels thicker splitting you open than he did in your hand, and your head drops back when you let out a deep groan of pleasure. Max doesn’t stop until he’s fully bottomed out inside you and you don’t want him to - making lascivious noises of approval with every inch until his hips are flush against yours and then you’re diving back in for more kisses. Wrapping your arms around his neck keeps him close but you grind your hips down against his and whimper happily. “Fuck me, baby. Come on. Need you.”

Max snarls slightly, his grip turning bruising for a split second before he relaxes and grins at you. "I can do that, sweetheart." He growls. "Guaranteed." Pulling his hips back, he snaps them forward harshly.

“Yes!” The force of the thrust pushes you back on the counter and you keep your arms around Max, sinking your teeth playfully into his neck for a moment because he seemed to have liked you using your teeth earlier. “Just like that.”

"Fuck." His dick twitches deep inside you and his own fangs spring out of his gums. He doesn't bite you though. Not wanting to change you right now, so he just keeps his head over your shoulder so you don't see his slightly feral expression. His hips rock faster after you bite him, ready to give you what you want.

It’s fierce and needy after that. Rough in all the right ways, like you hadn’t been the only one secretly pining in the office ever since Max joined the company earlier in the year. Or, if not pining, you definitely weren’t the only one with filthy thoughts about the other. Every once in a while his grip tightens to near bruising and you moan every time, loving the harshness of a little pain with your pleasure. You’ve always been that way and know for a fact that Evan is gentler than a basket of fluffy kittens, which is one of the reasons you just never had any interest in your roommate. But this? This is your kind of fucking - dirty and delicious.

Groans pour out of his mouth, not because he's winded or anything human, but because you are fucking perfect. Taking his pace, his eagerness and wanting more. He can feel the way that you get even wetter when he forgets not to crush you for a second. Loses control slightly. It's intoxicating and your blood – fuck, it's like ambrosia right under the skin.

There’s no chance that people haven’t figured out what’s going on in here - from the locked door to your combined sounds to the harsh slap of skin on damp skin. Max’s cock is battering your pussy in the very best way and you hope like hell that you’ll be as sore as you think you will tomorrow. The idea of carrying that with you for a few days sounds perfect, especially if this is only going to be a one-time thing. Just a perfect little capsule of a memory of that one time you got railed in a hotel bathroom. Even that thought makes you gasp out in pleasure, legs tightening around his waist as you can feel the familiar twist of orgasm in your belly building up again.

“You gonna cum?” Max asks, smirking at you as he keeps drilling into you over and over again. He knows you are close, that fluttering little pussy of yours is about to explode and soak him. “Yeah, you are.” He huffs smugly. “Do it, Pussy Cat.”

You barely have it in you to be sassy in the moment, just rambling whatever pops into your head, and your fingers are digging into his leather covered shoulders with a tight pressure that doesn’t seem to phase him in the least. You turn your head to drag your teeth along the juncture of his long neck to egg him on. “So good,” you whine breathlessly, sucking hot marks into his skin with enthusiasm. “So fucking good, Max — fuck I’m gonna cum so hard.”

Max feels his face start to change, growling harshly and planting his face in your neck while he ramps up his pace to just beyond what is humanly possible. Wanting to feel it and hear you scream. “Do it.”

It takes mere seconds more, and you’re clinging to him when you feel the rush of overheated blood become an equally overheated flood from your cunt that drenches his cock with an unbelievable amount of cum. It’s so intense that your whole body locks up, turning your scream of his name into a strangled wail as you fall apart.

Hissing, Max doesn’t fuck you through it, instead he’s pulling out of you and manhandling you like a rag doll. Flipping you over and letting you fall forward while he pulls your cheeks apart and sinks back into your cunt with a victorious hum when your walls are still pulsing.

“Goddamn—fuuuck Max!” The strangled sob is punctuated by his name when he spears his cock back into you completely, burying his length to the hilt and extending the end of your orgasm so that your body shakes again in ecstasy as you try to grasp at anything on the counter so you don’t end up face down in a sink. You had no idea he was this strong - making you feel like a rag doll in his arm as he finds his rhythm again.

Now he’s grinning, watching his cock spear into you and make your ass bounce. His hands grip your hips as he rails into you. “Do it again.” He growls, wanting to feel you cum again. It’s a point of pride and he’s loving how you take it.

You’re about to gasp out a joke about how you’re gonna need a little more time before you can cum again when you lift your head to find his eyes in the mirror — and can’t find his face at all. The reflection of his clothing is clear as day: duster and shirt and torn open pants Moving behind you in rhythm with the merciless way he’s fucking you and fingerless gloves gripping tight to your hips as you find your own reflection unblemished in the large bathroom mirror. But Max? Max is as transparent as a summer breeze, only affecting the things he touches as you see his grip tighten on your flesh by the way the indents there deepen. You can feel it, and you can see the result, but you can’t see him.

“Holy shit…” With your eyes blown wide and the vision of your number one top fantasy right in front of you, another orgasm tears through you almost instantly. That years old pornographic dream of getting fucked by a vampire after getting through watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer is now so real that it’s turning your blood into wildfire and you can’t believe the way you moan as you shake and drench his cock all over again.

It’s your reaction that makes him slip up, the instant orgasm when you realize you don’t see his reflection. His fangs were grazing over your throat and when you clench down around him, he cuts you. Groaning when the coppery tang of your blood hits his tongue. Making him growl and start sucking sloppily while he fucks into you like the supernatural monster that he is.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” At this point you feel like your body might just tense up and be in a constant state of cumming for the rest of the time he’s fucking you. The sight of the light trickle of blood welling up on your neck only to be licked away by an invisible tongue seconds later makes you gasp and keen, and the instant realization that your vampire fantasy is now a vampire fetish just makes the whole thing better. For now the only downside is that he’s fucking you so hard that you can’t catch your breath to babble at him about how amazing it feels.

There’s a beauty to not being seen, not having his reflection in the mirror. You can’t see that his face has completely morphed. Turned into the more gruesome visage of his being. Brow heavy and eyes yellow tinged with red, Max snarls when he feels his body lock up, driving impossibly deep into your hot cunt and making a nearly demonic noise as he fills you with ropes of his impotent seed.

“Max!” Only his name falls from your tongue as he buries himself as deeply as possible in your body and follows you down the rabbit hole of pleasure. You feel boneless and wrecked and absolutely ecstatic in ways you can’t quite describe as you pant for air, crushed underneath his weight on the cold marble countertop.

He doesn’t need to recover or catch his breath. He could pull out of you right now and be perfectly fine, save for his face still being a twisted visage of the image he normally presented. Still he leans over you, savoring the feeling of your cunt fluttering and your thighs shaking. “Pussy Cat has a secret.” He teases playfully, his tongue lapping up one last drop of your blood before he bites his lip and lets a drop of his blood heal your wound as if it never happened.

“A fucking convenient one.” Still mostly breathless, you twist under him to be able to see his face. The ridges and bumps of his transformation draw your eyes across them as you take it all in, fascinated rather than terrified with his cock still buried inside you. Your eyelids flutter a little, that flash of pure attraction undeniable in your veins. The same ones he just drank from. “You’re actually a vampire?”

“Shocker.” Max makes his face smooth back out, his now brown eyes wide and his lips twisted into a grin. “Evan is actually right about something.” He chuckles and opens his mouth so his fangs descend again to show you.

“Fuck.” It’s all excitement and wonderment on your part and you can’t deny it at all. “That’s…so fucking sexy,” you admit with a self-conscious giggle.

“Knew I liked you.” He teases, slapping your ass playfully as he leans back to let you straighten up. “Least you don’t have to worry about an accident with me.”

“Thank god.” When you stand up again it’s like a miniature flood from your pussy and you laugh again. “Because you cum like a fucking Super Soaker.” It’s nothing a couple of paper towels can’t clean up, but it’s fun to tease.

“Is there any other way?” Max asks as he uses another sink to clean up and hands you the shorts you had worn. Your panties slide into his pocket with a mischievous wink to you.

“Pathetic dribbles, usually.” You’ve never been dishonest with yourself about why you’re single, knowing that you like a rougher and more physically demanding sex life and that balancing that with a man who isn’t also an absolute jackass or abusive in some way isn’t easy. It’s why you embraced the ‘Cat’ jokes. Better a cat lady than miserable or bored, at least in your book. “Don’t worry,” you murmur, offering him a smile as you slip on your shorts. “I won’t tell.”

It’s surprisingly nice to hear you say that. No fear or worry in your voice, just confidence that he can trust you to keep a secret. The only other people in the office who knew are the ones he’s already changed. And Evan’s stupid ass, but no one believes him. “Let me feed you more than lame ass Halloween cocktails and canapés tomorrow.” He says suddenly. “Before I fuck you to death again.”

“I—what?” Having reached down to pick your t-shirt and bra up off the floor, you straighten up and look at him quizzically. Not because you’re not interested, obviously, but just because you’re surprised. “Are you asking me out?”

“I mean— I guess—uh, yeah.” He frowns slightly as if he’s just worked out that is what he’s actually doing. “Unless you have a strict ‘fuck but not date your boss’ policy?” He jokes, trying to cover up the slight nervous fear that you might turn him down. That you just wanted a quick bang in the bathroom.

“Not at all.” It’s almost a pity to get dressed, but he’s already cleaned up and tucked himself away, so you clip your bra on again easily. “Actually I’ve never fucked or dated my boss before at all, so this is new territory for me.” You pull your t-shirt over your head and adjust, smoothing out the wrinkles. “Seven o’clock tomorrow? You know where I live.”

“Yeah.” Max nods, checking his clothes in the mirror and then looking back at you. “Got some blood on your shirt, Pussy Cat.”

“Call it a souvenir.” A memento, you think with a grin. Throwing him a wink, you lean in to kiss him one more time before moving back toward the door. “See you out there?” It’s an effort to not come across as clingy, that you are so overly nonchalant. Because in reality you want to prance out there on his arm and proudly dare anyone to give you shit about disappearing to fuck.

Evan pounces on you as soon as you appear out of the hallway leading to the bathrooms. “Tell me you didn’t.” He practically hisses.

“Didn’t what?” You ask, feigning innocence. Of course he was going to get nasty about this. It’s not like it’s a secret that he hates Max.

“Come on, we need to go.” Evan is nearly panicking, seeing the spot of blood on your shirt. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh my god you’re so overprotective.” Overprotective and with an annoyingly tight grip as he steers you toward the other end of the ballroom with determination. You barely have a chance to glance back, catching a glimpse of Max right before even drags you out the door. You might have even liked the little bit of manhandling if you hadn’t just been fucked within an inch of your life by a vampire.

Max chuckles to himself as he sees you pull a harsh frown at your roommate. Tomorrow is going to be fun. He hopes like hell you don’t tell Evan about your date.

******

You oversleep like hell the next day, worn out but feeling energized all the same. The ache in your thighs is so gorgeously satisfying and you sit in the living room in your pjs with a book until it’s time to shower and get ready for your date. Evan has been out doing god knows what all day with Tim so you haven’t had to avoid more arguing like the night before. It got bad enough that you have nearly threatened to move out if he tried to keep telling you what to do. By the time Evan comes home, you’re showered and dressed and finishing your makeup, just watching the clock tick down in anticipation.

“Where are you going?” The mournful eyes he gives you can’t hide being bitterly upset. He doesn’t know why you don’t believe him. He’s only got your best interests at heart, maybe a little selfish on his part, but that was to be expected.

“Out.” This time you don’t mean to be evasive, you just really don’t know where Max is taking you. “Dinner, I think. Did you have a good day?” Despite being pissed at him for presuming to tell you how to live your life, he’s still your friend.

“No.” Evan shakes his head. “I don’t want you to be mad at me, but Max is dangerous.” He stresses, imploring you to understand.

“Ev, I really don’t want to fight with you, but you need to drop it.” Pinching your eyes shut doesn’t banish the tinge of a headache that you can feel forming from the topic, and you turn to check your reflection in the mirror one more time - eventually biting back a grin when you remember looking up to see no reflection at all behind you last night. “I know you don’t like him,” you tell Evan. “But you are also very biased against him by your own admission.”

He sighs sulkily. “Want me to go with you?” He offers, wanting to find out where you are going. You’re mad at him and it’s not something he likes, but he hates you being so blasé about Max. “Maybe we could go to that bar around the corner.”

The lobby buzzer sounds from the wall panel in your kitchen at the same moment you turn and frown at your roommate. “Do I want you to come on my date with me? Come on, Evan. No. That’s both weird and honestly a little rude. Especially when I haven’t even told you who it’s with.” He’ll find out in a second, but you go over and hit the buzzer to let him into the lobby so he can come upstairs. Evan’s going to have to get over it eventually.

“You’re going on a date?” If possible, he looks even more remorseful, but he shakes his head. “I didn’t— it’s not Max, is it?”

“What if it was?” You pick up your jacket from the hook by the door and double check your pockets for your wallet, phone, and keys. “I couldn’t tell you, could I?” It just makes you shake your head, honestly a little heart sore over the whole thing. “I can’t be excited that the guy I’ve liked for ages finally asked me out because my roommate is on a righteous crusade against him.”

“It’s not a crusade!” Evan insists, reaching out for your hand. “I d-don’t want to see anything happen to you.” He doesn’t want you dating anyone but he really doesn’t want you dating Max. The idea that you have a crush on him hurts, considering you know what he did to him.

“Ev…” You sigh, turning to face him even as you hear footsteps approaching your door. “I swear, if he hurts me or doesn’t treat me right, or does anything that I don’t like, I will dump his ass faster than lightning.” Even so, the rhythmic knock on the door makes you grin, eager to see Max again after just a day.

It’s important that you qualify that you don’t like talking about Max hurting you or being disrespectful, because there are definitely kinds of ‘hurt’ that you enjoy more than most. “And I’m not asking you to suddenly be best friends with him or even spend time around him outside of work. I’m just…I really like him. And I want to see where this goes.”

Was what happened between them in college shitty? Of course. But that lies as much on Evan’s shitty girlfriend’s shoulders as anyone else in your opinion, and you squeeze his hand before going to open the door for Max.

“Hey Pussy Cat!” Max grins, wearing jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket. He peels off his sunglasses as he looks you up and down with a very pleased expression and then offers the flowers he had brought. Flowers for dates were a must. Especially after the way he fucked you. “You look good enough to eat!”

“Don’t be mean,” you chide him, knowing his hearing is good enough that he definitely just heard you defend him to Evan. The flowers he has brought are stunning - deep reds and purples dotted with blues. “Do you want to come in while I put these in water? They’re beautiful.”

“Are you inviting me in?” He waggles his brows playfully and Evan nearly turns purple.

“SEE? He has to be invited in! Only vampires do that!” Evan’s voice nearly reaches the soprano range, it’s gone up so many octaves.

Max chuckles and steps into the entryway of your apartment. “Actually pal…that’s the same for demons, goblins and warlocks. Witches get a free pass for some reason.”

“Witches are still human.” Is the explanation you offer, figuring that playing along with the game is the way to be the least conspicuous. “Do you two need to be separated while I put these in my room or can you be in the same room without killing each other?” It’s kind of an honest question, all things considered, but you raise an eyebrow at Max asking him to behave as you grab your vase from the kitchen counter.

“I’m always a team player.” Max reminds you innocently, even fluttering his lashes at you. He’s not physically hurt Evan since punching him in the nose after he had been a little shit and lied to get him expelled and academically shunned from every fucking college but the one where he was turned into a vampire. “Ev and I will be fine, won’t we?” He throws his arm around Evan’s shoulder and squeezes him close as he grins at him, enjoying the other man’s discomfort.

“Be nice, please.” Is your one request, made to both of them, before you disappear to deposit the beautiful buds in the vase that will sit on your bedside table.

“Get off of me.” Evan hisses, shrugging out from Max’s arm and turning on him. “If you hurt her…” He trails off to seem more threatening and Max shoots him a grin.

“Buddy… pal…” He coos. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fine. Just…” He winks at Evan. “Make sure you have some good headphones tonight.”

You can hear them as you disappear down the hall and allow yourself to grin, shaking your head at the way Max doesn’t even pretend to assure Evan you won’t get hurt. Because there is no way your friend could wrap his head around the fact that having Max’s fangs cut into your skin was half of what made you cum so hard last night. Pain and pleasure mixed – and the promise of more – make you shiver with anticipation as you quickly drop the vase of flowers beside your bed.

Maybe you’ll ask Max to go back to his place, though, just so you don’t rub it in. Because you are definitely going to make some noise tonight. Your throbbing pussy insists on it.

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Shelter From The Storm

Part 2

Pairing: Will Johnson x female reader

Words: 4,146

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Cleaning and dressing wounds. Oral sex (M and F receiving).

Summary: You help Will tend to his wounds, leading to a very welcomed appreciation of your gesture, but when the storm interrupts you and you still can’t manage to fall asleep, you pick up where you left off.

A/N: Here’s part two!! I apologize for ending part 1 in a bit of a cliffhanger, but I think I’ve made up for it here 😉 This is for anyone who could use a little comfort and TLC, but especially @blairsanne and @i-did-not-mean-to 💗

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Both of you laid there for a moment, motionless aside from when Will moved his left arm up to rest above his head, and you did your best not to grin like a lunatic. This whole scenario was astonishing to you, like it was something straight out of a movie, an adult one at that, and somehow the possibilities made you feel more alive than you had in years.

Will sat up, bringing you out of your thoughts, a disgruntled sigh huffing out through his nose.

"I forgot to change my bandages," he explained, providing the answer to the question he assumed you were about to ask.

He scooted to the foot of the bed, the act looking slightly uncomfortable, and gripped at the back of his t-shirt to pull it over his head. His hair became ruffled, yet he didn't bother to fix it, the dark blond waves fluffed up and sticking out.

His shoulders slumped forward a bit, and it made you wonder just how much pain he was in. The muscles in his back flexed as he began to unravel the bandage that wrapped around his torso, the clip that secured it held between his lips as he worked. Once freed from his confines, Will stood and walked the few steps over to the kitchen table, retrieving ointment out of a canister that sat in the center. You felt lost in him; admiring his form that was strong and somewhat stocky, the way his chest hair blanketed everywhere from just below the column of his neck all the way down to where his pants covered his lower half, and his focused expression as he tried to twist enough to reach his healing wounds.

Before realizing what you were doing, you found yourself out of bed, coming around to stand in front of him. Will gazed at you with surprise, the creases in his forehead showing as he peered at you, his hand frozen on his waist.

"Let me help you."

Your direction was gentle, but gave no room for arguments, and Will seemed okay with it, lifting his right arm as far as he could to give you access to the area.

"Where do you keep cloths and bowls?" you asked, doing a brief scan of the kitchen.

Will nodded in the direction of the cupboard above the counter, grabbing the clasp out of his teeth with his left hand. "Over there."

You filled a bowl with warm water, as hot as was manageable in the cold weather, and soaked a clean cloth before ringing it out.

Will smiled at you almost shyly as you slowly cleaned the area of stale cream and dried blood. Needing a better angle, you kneeled before him, swallowing and refocusing your attention on your task after seeing the look he gave you. The cloth felt rough in your hands, making you even more careful as you wiped, not wanting to inflict any pain on him. When finished, you blew on the area, your pursed lips trying not to pull into a smile when you saw his skin erupt in goosebumps, a small groan of pleasure resounding from deep within him.

Counting each mark that had torn him open as you went, your fingertips applied the ointment with expertise, moving gingerly but unafraid, your heart aching at knowing he went through such a terrifying event. One, two, three, four…each of the ten mapping together to create a flaw in his flesh, although you didn’t think so. Despite these marks being a permanent reminder of such a vulnerability, his skin looked tough, durable and resistant, and a warmth emitted from him that had you imagining it flush against yours on a cold night like this. Had you ever laid eyes on anyone so perfect, you wondered, your fingers ghosting down his ribs, looking up at him innocently only to catch him staring down at you, watching your every move.

Standing, you placed the cloth in the bowl and sat it on the table, and you felt the tension between you fill the room, his eyes not neglecting in following you.

Still without saying a word, he handed you a fresh roll of white gauze, holding the end of it in place against his ribs as you wrapped it around him, exchanging it between your hands behind his back each time it went around. The closeness of your face to his body had your pulse hammering, and you did everything you could to keep your breathing steady.

"There," you said in a hushed voice after securing the clasp, your hands feeling odd now that they were idle and had no reason to be on his body anymore.

You started back toward the bed, but was stopped by Will's hands gripping yours, spinning you back to him. Something in his eyes made your heart flip and your stomach explode with butterflies, and he wet his lips with his tongue before speaking in a raspy tone.

"Thank you."

You couldn't even say 'you're welcome', the words dying in your throat without a chance to be heard, but you knew that words weren't the way either one of you were wanting to express your gratitude toward each other. Will crashed against you, his mouth quickly slotting with yours, and you moaned when your lips parted to allow him to drive his tongue inside. His hand cradled your cheek, and just when you started to settle into the sensation of your tongue rolling with his, he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he studied you.

Silence continued to be your main communication, searching each other's eyes for a look of consent, you confirming your want for him by kissing him again, only more intensely than before. Your hands flew up to rake through his hair, eliciting a groan from him that vibrated through you, the sudden need to feel and taste every part of him overwhelming.

The heat from the fire and the cold gusting in through the nearby window confused your senses, adding to the frenzy you felt inside, your body craving different forms of relief all at once. You leaned into him, your hands sliding down to cup his face, his beard as perfectly scratchy yet soft on your palms. He deepened the kiss, stepping into you, forcing you to step back toward the bed one foot at a time, each movement matched with another kiss. Blindly, you sat down on the bed, Will following suit, crawling above you until you laid beneath him. A new groan sounded from him, this time one of pain, and you rushed to break away from him only to see a wince on his face.

"I'm fine," he lied, trying to pull a smile out despite his discomfort.

"No you're not! Here, come lay with me," you suggested, shifting over until he finally laid down too. Knowing he was unable to lay on his right side, you pressed your hand against his chest, keeping him in place as you swung your leg over to straddle him, watching as he settled with an appreciative, happy smile, looking at you like you were the very reason the sun rose each day.

You were careful to place your knees on either side of his waist, gripping more with your lower legs, the denim of his jeans rough on your bare calves. Leaning forward, you hovered over him until your lips brushed against his, the stubble that surrounded his lips tickling yours.

"Is this okay?"

"Mhm, yeah," he chuckled, and your smile spread out to mimic his as you met in a kiss again.

It didn't take long for you to take notice of the hard bulge rising up to press on your core through his jeans, the friction making your mouth water and you grind yourself against him until the slick that coated the inside of your panties spread along to lubricate you completely. A dizziness consumed you, your mind drunk in a lust-induced haze, and although you were keen to proceed to the next natural step in this progression of pleasure, you were more than happy to indulge in this.

His beard was no doubt rubbing your chin raw, and the two of you groped and pawed at each other like teenagers left alone for the first time, but you didn't care. Everything about this felt so right, and how better to pass the time than exploring each other bit by bit, kissing upon each newly revealed bit of skin?

Will's hands traveled up your hips to your ribs, his flannel shirt dragging up along with them, until finally he slid his hand between the lacey material of your bra and your breast.

He sat up, his actions catching you off guard in thinking he couldn't or rather shouldn't be making such movements, and he lifted and sat his ass back to rest against the wall that met the head of the bed, easily taking you with him on his lap.

Refusing to make note of the small wave of pain that stung his side, Will unfastened the top buttons of his shirt that looked far better on you than it ever could on him, needing to get a taste of more of your skin. You moaned loudly, arching into him, your hands clawing into his hair to tug on it, the sounds he pulled from you already making his cock throb and leak.

Your head lulled to the side, feeling weak as he focused his talented mouth and tongue on the skin of your chest. It was difficult to recall a time anything had felt this good, and it made your deprived body and mind even more desperate for what Will had to offer you. You ground against the hardness in his pants with increased fervor, the action making your panties shift slightly to the side, your wet and aching sex exposed to rub on his concealed cock. A jolt of pleasure made its way through you, and you were grounded only by Will’s hands gripping your back tightly and his mouth slowly crawling up your neck, sucking and biting until he met your lips again.

Time seemed to stand still while you kissed, nothing else holding significance other than your lips on his; how you already loved to feel the curve of his linked with yours, the slightly chapped skin on his bottom lip, the heat and smoothness of his tongue as it tangled with yours. He absorbed every bit of attention you had left, drawing you in to be so engrossed that kissing him consumed every cell in your body.

A strong gust of wind whipped against the cabin, the force from it unforgiving to the make-shift covering over one of the broken windows. The plastic sheet tore from the sill, rousing both of you from your ignorance, the storm you'd forgotten about making its presence known and reminding you the reason you landed here in the first place.

Will growled out of frustration, looking at you with a look of disappointment and annoyance at being disrupted, and you climbed off of him to allow him to tend to it.

Freezing rain already soaked part of the floor even in such a short time, wetting him too as he made quick work to re-cover and seal the window again.

It must have been a while that you had been oblivious to anything other than each other because when you looked around the cabin, the glow from the fire had severely died down and the temperature had fallen away with it.

Will slicked his hair back and rubbed a hand over his face, composing himself before going to stoke the fire and add new logs to it. He blew on the coals, making you jealous of the attention his lips were giving the fire now they were absent from your body.

Cold replaced the heat you’d felt only moments ago, and you wrapped your arms around yourself and sunk back into the warm spot in the bedding Will had occupied and heated with his body.

Once the fire was roaring again, he turned to you, flashing a boyish grin as he probed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a silent way of confirming with you that the moment was lost.

Hours had likely dragged by with you laying awake, trying your best not to stir despite feeling so itchy to have a part of your body contact Will’s again. It wasn’t difficult to determine if he was awake too, hearing the occasional heavy breath that hinted at sexual frustration expel from his lungs.

Rolling onto your side, you took to observing the cabin further, seeing all of the items that made up this man’s life scattered about in ways that had to make do with how limited space was. A pile of his shirts lay stacked on a chair beside the bed; an array of well-worn plaid flannel, chambray, and a thicker wool jumper were all folded haphazardly in an uneasy tower that constructed his wardrobe. Even the shirt you wore held evidence of being a favourite for a long time; the material soft and pilled, the colour faded from many washes.

What a contrast he was to your ex who had his clothes dry cleaned and wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the same shirt two days in a row, let alone anything that didn’t have a designer label. This rugged, relaxed and simpler man was a breath of fresh air; one who you felt already could help you spread your wings to fly freely rather than bind and suffocate you as you had for too many years.

Frost clung to the glass panes of the window beside the bed that hadn’t been damaged, and soon the sound of the wind whistling and blowing in bursts against the walls along with the soft snores now seeping from Will took you to sleep.

Much to your shock and dismay, you woke up sometime in the earliest hours of morning, this night proving to be one of the longest you’d ever experienced, your body set on making you follow through on earlier promises from leaving it needy and unsatisfied. The cabin was still shrouded in darkness, and you guessed it had to be around three or four in the morning, the only light coming from the fire in the middle of the room.

“You’re awake too?” Will’s gruff voice cut through the sound of the rain beside you, and you rolled over to face him.

“Hmm, yeah. What’s keeping you up?” you asked, hoping for an answer similar to the reason behind your lack of sleep.

His head tipped to the side, peering at you as he laid on his back, his chest rising and falling with a deep breath as he debated telling you the truth or not.

His face was serious but tinged with a darkness that made your arousal increase tenfold, his voice raspy with lust rather than sleep. “Do you really want to know?”

Giving a simple nod, your heart leapt into your throat when Will took your hand and placed it onto his revived erection trapped in his pants, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

You swallowed, and finding your bravery that was left behind earlier, you pushed yourself up on your elbow, leaning into him.

“Maybe I can do something about that.”

His smile was the last thing you saw before you kissed him, slowly tangling your tongue with his as your fingers worked at unfastening his jeans. You moved to kneel and dragged them down his legs, appreciating the darker blond hairs that decorated his skin just the same as it did his arms, though less curly than that on his broad chest. Your heart thrummed in your ears, excitement overcoming you to see what lay hidden beneath his boxers; undressing him better than unwrapping any gift.

His large cock sprung out when you tugged them down, the scent of him washing over you like a drug, and your thighs squeezed together in hopes of knowing what he would feel like pressed between them. A drop of precum oozed out of the tip and without hesitation you licked it clean with your tongue. Blood rushed to your ears and core from hearing him moan already, and the taste of his salty spend left you ravenous. You pressed your lips against his smooth head, feeling him twitch against your hold at the base of his shaft, and slowly you opened your mouth and sank down his length. Curses mixed with his chuckle to fill the room, his praise of your skill already encouraging you to give him your best. You started slowly, swirling your tongue from tip to base and up again, taking him all the way into your throat before retreating and flicking the opening at the tip with teasing licks. He was big, your nipples hard and eyes watery from each time his size engaged your gag reflex, testing to see how far you could take him. You massaged his balls with your other hand, gently squeezing and pulling slightly at his sack, your knuckles kneading at the space behind them with a pressure that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head and fingers tangling in your hair. You felt like you could carry on forever, enjoying how good you made him feel, your own arousal soaking your panties once more in a slick mess, but you knew he was quickly coming undone. Spit drooled out of your lips and down your chin, coating his shaft as you pumped in a quicker rhythm, your mouth working his head expertly as you sucked your cheeks hollow to finish him off. He bucked his hips into you, his pleasure outshining the bit of pain that lingered in his side as he moved, and he swore loudly, his hot, thick cum filling your mouth in spurts. Graciously, you swallowed all he gave, using your tongue to lick what spilled out of your lips off of his veiny cock, smiling at him as he recovered.

“I think you should sleep okay now,” you grinned, massaging his vast thighs, admiring the way he looked in this blissed-out state that had him completely relaxed.

He laughed, rubbing his hands over his eyes. “No, somehow I don’t think so.”

“Was it not—“ you panicked, worried you hadn’t been satisfactory.

“No,” he sat up, climbing out of bed. “It’s just your turn now.”

Surprise and excitement tore through you, watching his perfectly naked form move to kneel beside the bed, his head motioning for you to come to the edge.

You did as you were told, holding your breath as his large hands smoothed up your legs.

“Stand up,” he requested, looking up at you with his bright blue eyes that glowed in the firelight.

Again, you obliged, your hands finding purchase in his wavy hair as he peppered kisses on your thigh just below the hem of his shirt. “You look too tempting wearing only my shirt, looking so good sucking my dick,” he explained between his worship of you. His fingers hooked in your panties, not in the waist but between your legs, feeling how wet you were. “Now take those fucking things off.”

His tone was more demanding, sending a shiver down your spine, and you happily slipped them down and stepped out of them, Will assisting by tossing them far out of the way.

“You smell perfect,” he said quietly, his face in the crease of your leg, and you were so worked up even you could smell the scent of your arousal. Your hands trembled in his hair, watching as he didn’t yet put you out of your misery, his work-worn hands unbuttoning your shirt from the bottom up until it hung open.

“Sit, beautiful.”

You did, your legs happy to no longer need to support you from how they shook, and you saw stars when he followed up with, “Good girl.”

He spread you open wide, watching you with a searing gaze as you waited for him to finally touch you, but he continued to draw it out.

“Will…” you pleaded, trying to get him to realize how much you needed this.

“Be patient,” he smirked, his attention once more going to kissing your legs.

“It’s just…” you began, suddenly feeling shy.

He gave you a concerned look, wanting you to continue, his eyebrows pressed together to bring out all the lines on his forehead.

“It’s just been so long,” you got out, barely audible in your shame.

“You mean…” he started, trying to figure out your admission. “Did that prick never eat you out?” His brows now flew high on his face, disbelief laced with anger filling his voice, and you covered your eyes with your hands. “Unfuckingbelievable,” he huffed under his breath.

“Hey,” he said, pulling you hands away to see you. “I’m going to make you forget your own name, nevermind his.”

Not giving you any time to overthink or protest or barely react, Will snaked his arms under your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the mattress and against his face. His tongue met your dripping slit and licked through it in a broad stroke, moaning into you as he tasted your flavour. A loud cry left you, gasping for breath as he provided you with a pleasure so good you’d forgotten it existed, your fingers clawing into the bedding on either side of you to keep you steady.

Already, Will couldn’t get enough of you, his tongue moving to lick every bit of you that was coated in your sweet slick, taking turns swiping between your folds and circling and sucking your clit. He pushed himself harder into you, his hands gripping your legs to move them up onto his shoulders to get even more access to you, the new angle causing your mewling to escalate in frequency and volume. He was determined to make you scream, to make you feel better than you ever had in your life, and nothing was going to stop him, not even if he needed air. His name toppled from your gorgeous lips like a song, egging him on and reviving his cock in record time, the compatibility between you making him look forward to what else was to come. He could feel you relax now, one of your hands carding through his hair or falling to rake the skin on his shoulder, your hips rolling against his face as you finally gave into what you had been denied before.

Will knew he would crave you when you were gone, but he couldn’t think of that now. Listening to your sloppy words of ecstasy, he worked harder, moving his face in time to the tempo of your hips, his beard adding to the sensation that was pulling you under to a point of no return. Two of his fingers snuck between you and the bed, and he pushed them into your tight walls and hooked them to the perfect position as if he already knew exactly where you needed them, stroking your g-spot until you fell apart around him. Much to his approval, you screamed his name, the sharp cry echoing off the tin walls and roof, overcoming the sound of the storm. You contracted around his fingers so tightly he knew you had reached your peak, but he refrained from letting off, continuing to coax your orgasm out, his tongue sucking and flicking your clit until he felt you soak his face.

The sweat that had accumulated on his forehead swiped across your inner thigh as he rested against it, and all that could be heard now was your combined panting and the tapping of hard rain hitting above you, the thud of your feet hitting the floorboards soft compared to it. Speechless, you couldn’t help but giggle as you wiped his beard, Will licking his lips and joining in with his own chuckle as he looked at you warmly.

“So… do you think we’ll sleep now?” he asked through a lopsided grin, his dimple deepening more on his left side.

You gripped his cheeks and leaned down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his reddened lips.

“I reckon, but if not, I can think of a few other ideas.”

“I’m never going to sleep again as long as you’re here,” Will laughed, his chest rumbling under your palms as you pet through his curls, and he kissed you ardently again.

Eventually, both of you succumbed to sleep, Will snuggled up behind you to lay on his good side, kept warm from the heat produced by both of your bodies and the fire despite him being naked, you comfortably wrapped up in his arms in only his shirt and your bra.

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[thelaughtercafe]

Makoto, Byakuya, Nagito, Hajime and Fuyuhiko figuring out you're ticklish

Tea Type: Rose Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Makoto/F! Reader, Byakuya/F! Reader, Nagito/F! Reader, Hajime/F! Reader

Length: 1.1k+

Summary: N/A

Makoto Naegi:

Save this pure boy. 

He just wanted a cuddle dammit-

He didn’t expect you to lurch halfway across the room when he squeezed around your middle. 

Becomes pouty and timidly asks if he did something wrong. 

You can’t say no to his puppy dog eyes and shyly explain that you’re just ticklish. 

Immediately cheers up. 

“Aw that’s all it was? You had me worried!” 

Wiggles his fingers playfully at you and his grin is a little too mischievous for your liking.

“Maybe we can figure out where else you’re ticklish…we gotta be thorough after all.”

Don’t forget the fact that Makoto is a big brother. They’re always master lers in my head. And mean. 

Don’t provoke the hope boi. 

Byakuya Togami:

He knew before you even told him honestly.

Caught your flinch when Hina hugged you from behind and didn’t think much of it until you were already dating. 

You were ranting about something and he’d been half listening, half reading his book and stroking your hair absentmindedly when you squealed as his fingertips gently brushed across your neck.

Gave a small hum as he saw how red you became, causing him to roll his eyes. 

“No need to be embarrassed, dummy. It’s perfectly natural to be ticklish. It’s a tactic from evolution that we got over time. Probably from when we were still cave people and afraid of poisonous bugs. Now though it’s more a way to either facilitate mating or bonding in general due to the release of endorphins.”

From then on incorporates tickling more in an attempt to get you used to it.

And maybe to initiate that bonding too.

Nagito Komaeda:

Thinks he’s not worthy of touching you so makes an active effort to not touch others.

Which leads to touch starvation.

Ironically, despite that sweet facade- gets jealous easily. 

He is…nearly possessive, despite keeping a distance 

So when he spots Hajime making you laugh and his keen eyes also pick up the way you arch into his touch-

He’s ashamed to say he wants to do that too. 

But not just to anyone. 

To you. 

Tries to fight it for a while before he can no longer bear keeping his distance, or you burst into tears after a particularly cruel comment he’s made. 

He can’t do this anymore. He just can’t. Luck cycle be damned. If he has to keep you attached to him at all times to make sure whatever happens to you happens to him too? 

So be it. 

Even after everything is out in the open and you trust him and encourage him constantly he still is a little apprehensive with touching and just holds your hand. 

Whether or not you’re dealing with touch starvation yourself you may if you start dating Nagito at first. 

But that all changes when he sees Fuyuhiko find out.

You’d always been unafraid of the Yakuza heir so there was a kind of rivalry filled friendship there. It was playful, and when Fuyuhiko’s face lights up with a smirk and Nagito sees the embarrassed blush on your cheeks and the way you’re getting shy, turning to mush-

Oh. 

He’s already hovering over Fuyuhiko and smiling a little too wildly as he mentions Peko being flirted with by Teruteru.

You had your suspicions but when he turned and you saw the intensity swirling in his eyes…

“Did…Are you jealous, Nagito?”

Your breath catches as he backs you up against the wall Fuyuhiko had been leaning on moments before, making your face heat. 

This was a different side to him.

You still couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact though.

“I know someone as awful as me shouldn’t have the right to touch you but I-”

Annnnnd he was back to his old self.

Fed up with his self-deprecation and also getting a little desperate you roughly grabbed his hands and tugged them toward your sides with pleading eyes.

A small smirk tugged at his lips at the action and he lightly fluttered his fingers underneath your shirt, making you instinctively squeak at the coldness of his fingers as well as the tickling before you tried to squirm in his grip. And then he teased.

“Hm? What’s wrong baby? I thought you were all desperate for me to tickle you…why are you struggling?”

It wasn’t much…but it was a start. 

Hajime Hinata:

Observant boi!! 

Calls it out the second it happens with too much nonchalance. 

“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to tickle you; I just needed to grab my drink.”

When you tease him for his love of orange juice he smirks a little and 

 sets his drink down with purpose before approaching and scribbling your sides. 

“If you wanted me to continue, you could’ve just asked nicely you know. Now I have to punish you~”

Does this adorable evil laugh before continuing to play around with you until you’re a panting mess.

Leaves you on the floor as he nonchalantly sips at his juice and pretends he doesn’t notice the cherry red blush on your face. 

Absolutely files the information away for later. 

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

Baby gangsta is not the type to initiate physical contact, even once you’ve started dating.

At least not in public. 

He’s the Ultimate Yakuza after all; like Hell is he risking your life just to show PDA. 

If shown with affection he tends to curse and go red, especially in public. Even little things like holding his hand or sneaking a peck on the cheek. 

In private it’s a little better he typically will just grumble but begrudgingly return it in his own way. 

He starts gradually letting you when surrounded by your close friends which is what leads to him finding out.

Another big brother, but with a very different dynamic than Makoto with Komaru. 

Fuyuhiko actually ends up getting tickled first, by his sister, and you find yourself face to face with a seemingly enraged yakuza heir when you let a giggle slip. 

Big mistake. 

“You think that’s funny do you?”

His sneer turns to a familiar smirk and your heart skips a beat as he easily overpowers you, raising your arms with one hand before he claws your tummy and his sister joins in as she gets your underarms. 

You don’t stand a chance. 

Have fun dying. 

Uses it to make you smile and/or fuck with you from then on. 

As a treat after a hard day. 

Or to remind himself you’re alive and with him and he’s got you when the nightmares make him awake with a scream instinctively muffled by his hand. 

And if you notice the tear streaks when you awake with a scream of laughter you certainly don’t say anything. 

Besides, you’ll have matching ones by the time he’s done with you.

He’s lucky you love him so much. 

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[lokisasgardianvampirequeen]

To Those Who Time Forgot

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Female Reader, Sam Wilson

Words: 1525

Warning(s): Violence, Swearing, Minor Drug Use (Weed)

A/N: All characters are property of Marvel I'm just borrowing them. Please do not use or repost my work elsewhere. Much love and I hope you enjoy!!!! Reblogs are immensely appreciated ❤️

Chapter Two

As suddenly as the command left your mouth you were gone from the warehouse, computer and documents in tow. You noticed a motorcycle parked in one of shipping containers with the door partially opened and decided to chance it. Hot wiring the console the bike roared to life and you sped off. I can't believe someone would leave a bike as beautiful as this in such a seedy place, you thought. Their loss is my gain I guess.

You arrived back at your loft in record time. Almost lovingly you brought your new bike inside, making sure to chain the fence outside back up. It was somewhat ironic. The building front the front looked reminiscent of the warehouse you earlier found yourself in. You had however strategically picked this location though. It was central enough to all the bullshit being caused by the rogue Flag Smashers but somewhat within their own territory that they would never think to look for you there if push came to shove. You gave the bike a once over carefully inspecting it. From your toolbox you grabbed a rag and gave the bike a wipe down before putting a cover over it. You made your way up the winding sets of stairs (using holographic tech that made them look decrepit and falling apart from below). You decided to decrypt the computer first, setting it up on a small desk in the corner. Determined for a little break and TLC you had a quick shower and put on some comfy lounge clothes.

You set up all your weapons on the coffee table and the stolen documents from earlier. You grabbed a bottle of wine and took a couple of blood bags from the warmer and made your way to the couch. You put on a show as background noise beginning to thumb through the files in front of you while sipping on your dinner. Most of the information was non-descript. The only thing that caught your eye was the photo of one of the men from earlier "James Buchanan Barnes, Winter Soldier Project, DEFECTED" you whispered to yourself. That definitely explained the familiarity you felt when you first set eyes upon him. Another life Hydra managed to fuck up and tear down, you thought sullenly. A small bit of empathy and understanding rising up in your chest towards him. As quickly as it came on you put it back under lock and key. Emotions served you no purpose, especially when it came to carrying out your vendetta. You trained your eyes back to the TV eventually falling asleep.

Defeated and dejected after a few more attempts at leaving the warehouse, Sam and Bucky finally got outside. True to your words they were able to leave after 20 minutes. Sam elected to fly back and Bucky made his way to where he parked his bike. It was gone! How was it gone?! Metal met metal in obscene fury as Bucky repeatedly punched the wall of the shipping container. What a perfect end to an already shitty mission, he thought.

The walk back did nothing to quell Bucky's curiousity nor sate his anger at Sam and Torres. For every question he thought he may know the answer to in regards to you, another three popped up to replace it. The most pressing issue he decided, what is she? Never in 107 years had he ever encountered another being without a heartbeat, without anything that distinguished sounds of life.

Furthermore he began to question his own abilities. Were his senses failing him, did he just miss the telltale signs of being animate,  too caught up in the rush of the fight. Although it had never failed him before and he was certain it hadn't this time, he was still dubious.

Bucky trudged through the doors of the compound, arriving not too long after Sam. Torres was tucked away at his desk in hopes of hiding away from the further ire of his counterparts. The men approached Torres, Bucky grabbing the last his expensive whisky before taking a seat. Before Bucky could further express his discontent Sam spoke. "So Torres. WHAT and I mean this with as much respect as possible, THE. FUCK???". Torres fidgeted with his hands before taking a deep breath, listening to the plates of Bucky's arm shift in the background as the scarier of his two friends clenched and unclenched his fist.

Finally Torres managed to speak. "The tip I received originally came from the DOJ, as most of ours usually do. It wasn't until midway through the mission that I realized it was a plant. I don't know if their intentions was to distract or to bring attention to what was left of that faction. I still don't. Whoever did this was good, better then good. I have never seen work of this quality since Tony Stark." Both Sam and Bucky stared at each other. Sam wide eyed and Bucky with an pique of interest.

"So what your saying is that even with skills of your caliber, you, YOU the best hacker and most technologically inclined person we know, have no clue how this happened?"

"I have been looking into it since before you guys returned. I have all my best people on it assisting. We will stop at nothing until I have answers."

"Well" Sam stated earning a huff of indignation from Bucky, "since you have a team on it we have a more important assignment for you at the moment."

Torres looked at Sam and then to Bucky nodding. At little less perturbed Bucky broke his silence. "There was a girl....woman, at the warehouse today. We need you to analyze the footage from Red Wing and find out anything and everything you can about her." "Is there anything I should about her that would help?" he replied.

Bucky pursed his lips in thought. "Terminator said this woman was something else. Dead apparently but very much alive" Sam all but shouted at Torres. "Dead?!?" Torres questioned perplexed. If his eyebrows could have become one with his hairline they would be. He almost laughed loudly, the only thing stopping him was still hearing the shifting of Bucky's vibranium arm, something the man never did unless he was extremely vexed. "Yeah, that was my reaction too. 107 years old and he has no explanation man" Sam deadpanned. Bucky stood up at this suddenly caused his chair crash backwards to the floor.

"And like I fucking already told you Sam, I am not the world's fucking authority on all things fucked up! Torres if you must know she was very much like me in terms of strength and force, minus a beating heart and can wield some form of mind control." Bucky turned abruptly taking his whiskey and heading to his room. Sam attempted to stop him and placate him with an apology. Sam realized he went too far. If there was one thing not to do it was make inferences about Bucky's time under Hydra's control and the amount of life they had stolen away from him. Sam knew how to push his friends buttons and well too. But Bucky had enough of people for one day, especially Sam and his merciless teasing. Sam and Torres voices fizzing out to hushed background noise as the two bickered on how to best track down the mystery woman. The last words Bucky heard were "Hydra experiment."

When he arrived at his room he rid himself of his tact gear in exchange for a pair of loose basketball shorts. Finishing off the last of his whiskey he made his way to the gym. If it was one thing that wasn't going to happen anytime soon it was be the reprieve of sleep. He worked the punching meticulously. Muscles moving and shifting in perfect tandem with every blow. Deftness and precision as he landed every punch and kick. By the end the only signs of exertion in display were the splits of his now bloody knuckles.

Sighing, Bucky headed back to his room. Under the spray of the hot shower,  questions and doubts continued to assault his precarious mind until the water ran cold with use. Pulling on a towel he made his way back into the bedroom. When he started therapy with Dr. Raynor he was given a prescription for medical marijuana after Banner had concluded that despite his unique genes, it would help to relax him. Reluctant he filled it in hopes to have any modicum of relief from the PTSD and nightmares that often consumed him. Ofcourse he had to smoke more than the average person but nothing was perfect.

Bucky went out onto the patio attached to his room. As a last ditch ever to calm down he laid in the grass and sparked up. He just watched the stars and tried to allow the stillness wash over him instead of letting it consume him. More relaxed than earlier Bucky made his way to bed. Discarding the towel he flopped down onto the mattress on his back. Quickly, for the first time in a long time, he fell asleep.

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Major Master List

Dividers used: Link / Link / Link / Link

Thomas Shelby

Masterlist - Link

Ada Shelby

Masterlist - Link

John Shelby

Younger Shelby and John Shelby Headcanons - Link

Dreamin of Our Mother - John Shelby and Older Sister Shelby - Link

Alfie Solomons

When they are unwell - Headcanons - Alfie Solomons x Female Reader - Link

Lazy Sunday - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter One - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter Two - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter Three - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter Four - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter Five - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter Six - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter Seven - Link

Four Horsemen: Chapter Eight - Coming Soon

Four Horsemen: Chapter Nine - Coming Soon

Four Horsemen: Chapter Ten - Coming Soon

Four Horsemen: Chapter Eleven - Coming Soon

Four Horsemen: Chapter Twelve - Coming Soon

Cosmic - Volume 1

Master List - Contains Chapter One to Nine - Link

Cosmic Volume 2

Cosmic Embrace- Chapter One - Link

Cosmic Embrace - Chapter Two - Link

Memento Mori - Chapter One - Link

Memento Mori - Chapter Two - Link

Memento Mori - Chapter Three - Link

Marianna - Songs she would listen to - Link

Stranger Things Themed Playlist - Marianna's Theme Playlist - Link

Stranger Things Headcanons

Part One - Link

Part Two - Link

Part Three - Link

Part Four - Link

Part Five - Link

Part Six - Link

Steve Harrington x Female Reader Headcanons 01 - Link

Apathy - Billy Hargrove x Female Reader - Link

I'm Not Sure How Late, But I'll Be There - Billy Hargrove x Female Reader - Link

Waiting - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Ghosts of the Past - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Haunted - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Ding, Dong the Wicked Bitch is Dead - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

The Price of Living Forever - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Dance with the Devil - Eddie Munson X Female Reader - Link

TLC - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Gamble Everything for Love - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

I'll Keep You Safe - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Memento Vivere - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Wasting Time - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

One of Our Better Angels - Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader) - Link

Leave a Mark - Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader) - Link

Jaded and Dreaming of the Void - Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader) - Link

Accepting My Fate - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Moved by Love and Glory - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Life is Endless - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

The Moon, The Stars & Tiny Caravans - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Used to the Darkness (Part 1) - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Used to the Darkness (Part 2) - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Burning Pile - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Snapshot - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Disassembled Creatures - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Sleep Specialist's Results (Part One) - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Sleep Specialist's Results (Part Two) - Eddie Munson x Female Reader - Link

Devil's Paradise - Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington - Link

Speaking in Unison - Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington - Link

Little Known Memories - Marianna's Backstory - Link

Young Marianna's Bedroom - Marianna's Backstory - Link

The Invitation - Link

Autumn’s Farewell, Winter’s Arrival - Link

Marianna's Estate Description:

Part one - link

Part Two - Link

Prompt List

Part One - Link

Prompt List - Part Two - Link

Prompt List - Part Three - Link

Prompt List - Part Four - Link

Incorrect Quotes -

Part one

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

House Of Dragons

The Aftermath of War, The Battlefield of the Mind - Link

The Last Dragonborn - Link

Death's A Coward's Escape - Link

Skyrim/ House of the Dragon Crossover - Link

Incorrect quotes:

Part one - Link

Prompts:

Part one - Link

Arranged Marriage - Daemon Targaryen x [Female Reader/ oc]:

Chapter one: The First Meeting - Link

Chapter two: The Overdue Return of the Wandering Dragon - Link

American Horror Story

American Horror Story

Part One - Link

Masterlist Continues in this Link here . As I want to be able to put more options into this without cluttering up this one too much.

#Peaky Blinders modern au #peaky blinders au #peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #peaky fucking blinders #Peaky Blinders Masterlist #Peaky Blinders Modern Masterlist #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Stranger Things Fanfic #Stranger Things Imagines #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #House of the Dragon #hotd #HOTD Fanfic #hotd fanfic #HOTD Fanfiction #hotd fanfiction #Stranger Things Drabble #Stranger Things Imagine #Stranger Things Headcanons #Marianna Sokolova (Female Reader) #Marianna (Female Reader) #Red (Female Reader) #American Horror Story #AHS #ahs #American Horror Story Season 9

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May I request a Cleo de Nile x female!Reader romantic headcanons?? I need more fanfic w the monster high ghouls Ty sm!!

As the daughter of a pharaoh, Cleo loved being spoiled by you. It doesn't matter what your love languages are, she just wants to know that you love and treasure her

She can feel insecure at times due to her father pressuring her to be the best and being shadowed by Nefera and her achievements, so please show her some TLC!! Tell her how much you care for her and what an amazing ghoul she is. She's more than her family name and you can see how much she's accomplished despite their insistence for perfection. She has people who love her and who will always have her back with you first inline

Cleo's love languages are gifts and physical touch. The first seems kind of obvious because her family has money and she's not ashamed to use it to spoil you. Saw something you liked when you guys went to the mall, considered it yours! Cleo sees something that she thinks you would like, she already has it bagged up and ready to give it to you the next time she sees you. But she loves physical touch because it's an intimacy she craves. These physical signs of affection let her feel your warmth and comfort which she greatly appreciated and needs

Becoming popular adjacent due to your relationship with Cleo. There's no way that dating the most popular ghoul in school wouldn't put a spotlight on you

But this doesn't mean that this light is all positive. There's no way that Toralei wouldn't use your relationship to try and get under Cleo's skin. Either by insulting you or playing a prank on you but Cleo will get her back from doing anything to you. Giving you her earings to hold, she wastes no time getting in a catfight with the werecat to defend your honor

She loves bragging about you and your achievements. Even if someone already knows about it and congratulated you on it, she recounts the story as if this is new information. Of course, she needs to hype you up

You will have to be patient with her and have some thick skin because despite being in a relationship with her, she will still be a bit arrogant, sassy, and stubborn with you. Not as much as with others but that's still a core part of her. If she ever takes it too far and you need space, it's kind of a toss-up to see who makes the first move. Sometimes it can be Cleo. After venting with Ghoulia and having the zombie talk to sense to her, she will seek you out. It's kind of hard for her to apologize cause I'm pretty sure her dad was probably one of those 'saying sorry is a sign of weakness' type of people, but she will try! She doesn't want to lose you just cause her ego got the better of her. But probably many a lot of times it will be you. After getting your emotions in check, you go to her and explain calmly how what she said hurt you. She will listen and take that into account and try to change. But it won't be a fast process but those baby steps mean a lot.

Would try to convince you to join the fear squad so that you two could spend more time together. The sport takes up a lot of Cleo's time since she's the captain so your joining would mean that you get to hang out more but she totally understands if you don't. It's a demanding sport after all

But if you can't join then please come to her competitions/the school's games. Her seeing you in the stands cheering her on means the whole world to you.

Hissette loves you. Whenever you hang out at the De Nile place, the snake love slithering up your arm and hanging around your neck. She sees how happy you make Cleo which makes you a good person in her eyes plus the gifts you sometimes bring her aren't too bad either

#Cleo de Nile x reader #Cleo de Nile imagine #Cleo de Nile imagines #monster high x reader #monster high imagine #monster high imagines #yoshino writes headcanons #I haven't started my rewatch yet #so I apologize is she's ooc #I did look at the wiki #as I was writing it #so I don’t think it’s completely out there #but who knows lol #got a bit carried away #So I think it's longer than my other headcanons #but I got inspired so I was able to write this quickly

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"Touch and Taste." |Aone x Reader x Kanji|

- Aone x Reader x Kanji -

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[ Aged-up characters! +18! Time-skip Aone and Kanji! ]

Warnings: First time! reader, soft! Aone, soft/slight perv! Kanji, two cocks, double stuffing, double penetration, sub reader, masturbation (male), oral (male and fem), clit sucking, slight teasing, lots of praise, nicknames (bunny, darling, love), nipple play, slight overstimming, edging, threesome, fem! reader, first time! themes, poly relationship, loving kisses, TLC <3

Reader: Female Reader

Plot: Reader is inexperienced, and wants her lover's to show her how to make them feel good; smut to fluffy aftercare 🥰

Words: 4.118k

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!

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Kanji and Aone felt like the comfort of home, which they were. Living with them had always made you feel safe and loved. Those broad shoulders and firm arms holding you close and keeping you warm.

They knew how to make you feel okay to be yourself.

So, even though you knew you could trust them and they'd love you regardless, you felt nervous telling them you were a virgin. The anxious knot boiled in your tummy all throughout the day. Distracting you from work at the boba shop, and studying afterwards with your boyfriends.

"What's wrong, babe?" Kanji asked suddenly, making you jump when his large hand grasped your small one. "You don't look happy."

Aone hummed, sharing the saddened expression with his lover. You nodded quickly and waved a hand in your face.

"I'm fine, Kanji! I swear, don't worry you two."

They didn't believe you. Of course they didn't. The constant looks of worry that formed on your face gave away something was wrong. Aone and Kanji didn't like seeing you unhappy, a bad feeling forming in their guts whenever that sour expression reared its head.

So, once you all were home and had dinner, Aone and Kanji asked you to your shared room to talk.

Are they mad? Do they feel unloved? Oh no, if that's it we need an immediate cuddle session with ice cream, blankets, and stuffed animals!!

Thoughts raced through your mind as you walked up that flight of stairs and down the hallway. Opening the door to see both of them sitting comfortably on the king sized comforter, sharing a calm but worried look.

"What's wrong? Are you guys not feeling loved properly?" You asked, not even giving them a second to open their mouths.

"I'll bust out the extra blankets and get a movie running so fast if that's the case!"

"N-No, love. It's not that!" Kanji giggled, blushing a little and your antics. "We've just been wondering why you looked down today."

"Even during our date you looked sad." Aone interjected, pressing his legs together.

Glancing at each of them, you felt your tummy tighten at the feelings of guilt you carried. You've been worried about confessing your virginity and this is what you cause? Oh god, you felt like an ass for worrying about something so small and trifle.

"Oh, you're still on that..?" You looked at the ground, feeling the bundle of anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes. We're worried we might've done something wrong." Kanji responded, standing and walking over tentatively wrapping his arms around you.

"It's not you, I promise."

"Then what's wrong? Is it exams next month?" Aone asked, scooting to the side and patting the empty spot next to him.

You smiled softly and sat next to his large figure, feeling a large dip in the mattress as Kanji followed suit. They're eyes trained on your face and lips, waiting for your answer.

"Honestly, it's nothing really important at this point. I know that now." You mumbled, blushing as the rough hand of Aone came up to grasp yours.

"If it makes you worry this much, it's something we need to know, love." He said, calmly but with a little push, circling his thumb around on your hand.

Oh my God, you both are too sweet to me- You thought to yourself, looking between them and feeling your eyes burn.

"It's about, uhm.... intimate things.." You blushed, staring straight down at your thighs and feeling them clench together.

A small silence that soon filled the room once you muttered out those words, feeling a heat rise in your tummy, waiting for their next move.

"'Intimate things?' So, sex?" Kanji said, rather bluntly, making your heart flip.

Aone hummed with a nod, looking back down at your pouting figure as you stared at Kanji in embarrassment.

"Y-Yes, but, don't go saying it like that! It's embarrassing!!"

They shared a laugh, hearts melting over your cutely embarrassed figure. Soon, you crawled away from them as they continued laughing, stuffing your face into Kanji's large pillow and trying to calm your heated face.

"Stop laughing!!" Your muffled voice called out from the cushion.

"Okay okay, Kanji stop it." Aone muttered softly, controlling his laughter as his boyfriend continued his.

"I-I'm sorry, it's so cute~!" He cried out, laying on the soft bed.

You stayed in the pillow even after your face stopped it's frustrated blushing and the echoes of giggles stopped from at the end of the bed. Ignoring the shifting movements until there was obviously an extra weight above you pressing into the mat.

Slowly, you lifted your head and looked upwards, coming into contact with a pair of dark brown orbs looking down at you. Your face heated up once again, seeing the serious look on Kanji's face made your tummy do flips.

"What about sex do you feel anxious about?" He asked, resting back onto his knees, Aone leaning onto his elbow.

They looking like some damn snacks- Fuck, stay focused! You scowled, shaking your head before taking a breath and looking back up at him.

Your cheeks still a flushed pink color as you answered. "I'm worried about whether I'll be good when it happens."

"What do you mean, Y/n?" Kanji smiled, coaxing more information out of you against your will with those pretty ass eyes of his.

"I don't know if I'll do a good job since I'm a virgin." You finally answered, whining and lifting the discarded pillow to your face.

"You're a virgin?" Kanji mumbled, surprised.

He nodded, taking in the information and scooting closer, pulling you to his chest and rubbing your back. Soft kisses peppering your temple as Aone's own strong arms wrapped around you both. The warmth shared between their bodies made your own swell up with love.

"It's okay that you're inexperienced, Y/n." Kanji mumbled, continuing the peppering of kisses as he spoke.

"Nothing's wrong with that." Aone's soft voice chimed in, butterflies flying in your stomach.

Their warmth.. it's so nice.. You hummed, letting your cheek press against Kanji's firm chest.

Love and warmth enveloping your quaking heart and body. After a few moments, Kanji let go and lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. The warmth from earlier made it's way down to your tummy, and into your core. His deep eyes make your cheeks heat up when he smiles down at your shivering figure.

"Would you mind Aone and I teaching you?" He asked, pressing his thumb pad against your lower lip and dragging his own between his teeth.

"T-Teach me what?" You asked, cringing at the stutter leaving you.

"How to have sex, make love, whichever you want to call it." Aone blushed at Kanji's blunt words.

His own chest filling with embarrassment and a hot knot forming in his throat at the mentioning of having sex. The thought of being your first, teaching you things, made his adrenaline pump through his veins.

"Oh! Uh.." Your face heated up, tearing your gaze away from the duo and to your clenched thighs.

"If you don't want to, that's fine." Aone muttered out, scooting up behind you and rubbing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

"We can wait til you're more comfortable with it."

A small pause lingered in the air, making the lump in your throat harder to swallow when you muttered out your next words. Not knowing that your body was going to feel things you've never felt before.

"F-Fine. Teach me, please?"

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'Warm' wasn't exactly how hot the air felt. Steamy? Nah, this felt more intense.

Oh, wait. Scalding. Yeah, that's the word.

"You're comfortable, right?" Aone asked, pressing your back into his firm chest. "It is about you, remember?"

"Y-Yes, Aone. I know.." You trailed off, eyes locked onto the wandering hands heading towards Kanji's lower half.

His hands clasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his torso, exposing the already hot skin underneath. Tossing it to the side before he took a breath and leaned forward, smirking as he did so.

"Gettin' so red over a little skin?" Kanji teased, chuckling when you whimpered. "You're such a cutie, Y/n."

You felt Aone's fingers working under the hem of your shirt, tickling your sides and hips as they found a small spot to comfortably sit and wait for further instruction at your waist.

"Lift your chin, that's it." Kanji smiled, lifting your chin up and pressing his warm lips against yours.

Lips working wonders and molding with yours so perfectly, it made your legs weak and breath shake. When your mind focused on the kisses Kanji gave you, your voice hitched when Aone's own attached themselves to the crook of your shoulder. Their warmth adds to Kanji's and makes your heart flutter.

"That's it, relax." Kanji mumbled between breaths, barely opening his eyes as he pressed deeper into your lips.

Swiping his tongue over your lower lip and slipping into the gap they made. The slick muscle swirled in your mouth, feeling out the grooves and crevices as the heat between your thighs grew. Aone's suckling of hickeys adding to the mounting pleasure you were feeling.

"So warm.." Aone muttered, letting his fingers lift up towards your still covered breasts an inch.

This felt so much more intense than the normal grinding against their crotches and touching through clothes. And with the feelings in your chest, you're surprised that you waited so long to tell them. All the worrying that you did was a waste of time. The soft skin of their fingers and palms calmed you, made you feel safe and less anxious.

Working miracles on my anxiety..

"May I take this off?" Aone asked, tugging lightly at your shirt.

Giving him a quick nod, you pressed against Kanji's shoulders and took a moment to admire his strong form. His slightly tanned skin made your body squirm as he undressed your top half. Kanji's eyes wandered and locked onto your cute pink bra.

"Aw, that looks like one of my favorites, baby."

Aone rolled his eyes, undoing the clasp on the back and letting the straps fall down your shoulders. Licking his lips, Kanji helped you get the bra off and let your garments join his shirt on the floor. His dark orbs fogging at the sight of your hard nipples, his lower lip being pulled between his teeth in a hard bite.

"Fuck. Excuse my language, bunny. But, I didn't expect your tits to look so... filling." He mumbled, lowered his head and let his lips latch onto your fight nipple and suck gently.

"I'll work on this one then." Aone smiles, cupping the underside of your left breast and molding it in his large hand.

"So soft.."

Shutting your eyes didn't stop the soft mewls from leaving your throat. Kanji's tongue makes your head spin as it spun around your areola, licking the soft flesh before nibbling it and sucking harshly. A soft moan was caught by Aone as he twisted your face to look up at him and kiss you. His rough lips contrast Kanji's in the best way possible with being tender and gentle.

He always took extra care of you in anything, worrying if he'd hurt you because of his large size. Even when you had told him you could take the big hugs and rough kissing, Aone still made sure that he was softer than a cloud's fluff. It always warms your heart, but sometimes it was fun to coax at the oblivious creature he was hiding from you sometimes.

"God, your tits taste amazing, darling." Kanji spoke up, muffled by the large lump of your nipple in his mouth.

Aone's eyes trained on your clenching thighs, watching them press against each other at the teasing of Kanji. With a few flicks of his wrist, Aone slithered his large hand under your skirt and palmed at your heated sex.

Feeling out the moist spot at your shivering cunt and pressing down before moving north and circling your clit over your panties.

"A-Aone-! Wait! Mmm~" You teared up, looking down at the large hand between your thighs.

The intensity that was gathering in the cloudy air around you only got worse when your eyes glazed over and watched Kanji lower his shorts and let them fall onto the floor. Looking past the bed's side, you noticed Aone's navy T-shirt and grey sweats underneath Kanji's shorts.

"Let's take these off~" Kanji mumbled, removing Aone's hand from your panties and pulling them off.

Your skirt and undies fell to the floor, exposing your drooling clit and clenching cunt. The sight made both the mens' cocks twitch in their boxers. Being the first to see your pretty pussy made their hearts flutter and feel special; and the growing need to make you feel that emotion too only made their adrenaline pump faster.

"C'mere." Aone lifted you up, placing you down onto his lap and groaning quietly when he felt your slick press against his bulge.

Kanji watched in ecstasy as Aone gripped your hips and pressed you against his erection, the sight alone making his dick pulse. Wishing he could be both you and Aone made him shiver, the thought washing over him while he observed the gentle grinding of nethers and swallowing the lump forming in his throat.

"A-Aone- oh, please~" Not knowing what you were begging for, your fingers found the nape of Aone's hair and gently tugged at them.

A low grumble and a sharp snap of Aone's hips were the only response you got. Feeling the tip pressing against your soft lower lips even though your clothes made you mewl, your cheeks heating up when you looked down and saw Kanji inching his way over to your grinding bodies.

"You look so ready, doll." Kanji mewled, a slight edge in his voice as if he was holding back.

"But I know better than to rush a good thing. We'll make sure you're fully prepared before we decide to stuff you full."

An embarrassed flush covered your face and neck, closing your eyes moments later and pressing your cheek into Aone's chest.

Stopping his movements though, Aone let out an agitated breath and spread both his and your thighs for Kanji to make his way forward. His face heated up when his lips connected with your cunt.

"Mmm~" He moaned out, convinced he's never tasted something quite this sweet in his lifetime.

Kanji let his instincts take over and worked his tongue around your clit and teasing your quivering hole. Aone's fingers find your inner thighs and tickle the soft skin before coming together to join Kanji's tongue and lips.

Mewling out pleas for more and soft moaning of how good you felt, Aone and Kanji had never felt more proud of you. Seeing you slowly loosen up and let the pleasure overwhelm you was a sight they knew they'd love to see again and again.

Working their fingers around your aching cunt, you writhed in their arms as you felt that odd knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

"K-Kanji~ Aone~ 'm g-gonna-'' You were cut off by Aone's lips once again.

His quiet groans filling your mouth and going down your throat as yours did the same. Aone's tongue prodded at yours, whimpering into your wet cavern and making your heart skip beats.

It's too much! All of it, it's too much! I'm gonna cum soon, shit-!!

"Aah~" Kanji groaned, licking up your spilling juices into his mouth. "You taste so good when you're a cumming mess, bunny."

"A-Aaah~ Kanji~"

Aone tensed up, seeing the glint in his lover's eye as you came undone; Kanji's sight slowly making it's way over to Aone's and locking on him.

A small smirk grazed the setter's lips and it flustered Aone.

"C'mon, up you go." Kanji chirped, lifting your body up and into his lap.

Aone took the opportunity to slip off his boxers, tossing them to the side and letting them join the pile below. When he lifted his gaze back over to you and Kanji, he felt his cheeks warm up when he saw the bulge pressing up between your thighs. Flustered and embarrassed, Aone turned his attention to the nightstand. Reaching inside the drawer to find two condoms for both him and his boyfriend.

"Got 'em, 'Nobu?"

Aone nodded, raising the two packages and placing them onto the mattress next to him. Kanji smiled, turning his attention back to the soft skin of your neck, peppering a handful of kisses before flipping you around to face him.

Using his shoulders as leverage, you squeaked. "Kanji?"

"Sorry, love, but I don't think I can wait anymore." With a soft kiss to the lips, Kanji's fingers wrapped around your wrist.

"Do you mind prepping me and Aone up real quick?"

That's when you finally looked down, seeing the large member pressing against your lower tummy and thighs. A hushed whimper escaped as you gazed down at the twitching length.

Geez, didn't think she'd look so adorable.. Kanji's mind wandered to your pink cheeks. The pretty shade fitting you perfectly and making him giggle, drawing your attention away from his erection and to his eyes.

"Here." Kanji guided your hand lower to grip his base, immediately eliciting a response from you as your fingers struggled to wrap around him.

"Th-There."

"I can barely get my hand around it-" You shivered, trying your hardest to not choke on a moan.

"Yeah, I noticed." Kanji smirked, continuing to guide your soft hand up and down his shaft. "Now, move your hand like this.."

After a few moments, you got the hang of helping Kanji get hard. Fisting the semi-soft length in your hand was getting you all kinds of embarrassed. His soft groans made your face flush more than once as your heart rate quickened only added onto it.

Soon, Kanji was bucking his hips up into your palm, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back as he desperately tried to gain more friction.

You found the sight of Kanji getting a little needy was a nice one, admiring it as you continued. Aone soon helped himself and started to pump his cock into his hand, biting his lip to stop the moans from escaping.

"I think that's enough, love." Aone chuckled, pulling your hand away.

Kanji mewled in response, wiping away the tears that had managed to leave a stripe down his cheeks. Aone smiled a little, stopping himself from fisting any further and letting go of his length.

"What's next?" You questioned, looking from one partner to the other.

"C-Condom, please?" Kanji sputtered out, blushing when Aone handed up one.

"The next part is getting inside of you, bunny." Aone answered, ripping his own package open and slipping the messy thing on.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watched as the condoms slipped onto their trembling cocks. The heat rising in your core didn't help the warmth in your cunt, feeling you clench on nothing when Aone brought you back into his lap.

"Ok, ready?" Kanji asked, pressing his hands into your thighs and peppering kissing on your collarbone and jaw.

"M-Mhm." You nodded, feeling your lower half tense up the moment his tip brushed against your clit.

A small cry left you begging to be stuffed full, the want to do just that egged on both males. The need to breed you and make your theirs was overpowering, but that had to be done another time, when you were more comfortable with sex.

But the fire burning in their hearts told them to comfort you; to take the utmost care of you at this time, which you greatly appreciated.

Their soft words of praise comforted your shaky heart as they began pushing their tips into your small hole.

"God, you're so tight, bunny- fuck-!" Kanji cursed, letting his forehead press against your shoulder.

"M-Mmph-" Aone choked, his grip on your waist seeming to strengthen as he pushed his head inside.

Your fluttering pussy lips slicked up their heads as they pushed past that little barrier inside. Knowing that they were both massive in size was surprising you when it didn't even hurt. A small ache was most of the pain you felt, maybe a light sting in your abdomen, but that was the most of it.

"Sh-Shit." Your muffled tears streaked down your cheeks. "Kanji- 'Nobu- Y-You're too b-big, aaah~"

"Does it hurt?" Aone asked, kissing your temple. "Want us to stop?"

Slowing their movements, Aone rubbing circles on your sweaty skin as you took in short breaths.

They're both so goddamn big! The stretch is starting to affect my breathing and my sight- God, it's so blurry-!!

"Baby, you ok?" Kanji brought you back from your cloudy thoughts, kissing your soft lips and groaning quietly.

You nodded, letting your hands take hold of Kanji's shoulders and take some weight off of Aone's chest. After a few seconds more, Kanji and Aone started to make themselves at home on your insides.

Their heads tapping against your sensitive cervix before dozens of kisses were butterflied all over your forehead and moist cheeks.

"Comfortable, baby?" Aone asked, his steamy breath fanning your ear and making you squirm again.

Giving a quick nod, both the males began to slowly grind more and more into you. Retreating their hips back until they could completely pull to the tip before sheathing back into your warm mound.

"..m-more, please?" You whimpered, sighing at the full feel and wanting more.

Kanji and Aone took some time to get used to the stretch and their cocks before they were able to fulfill your wishes. Easing you into a quick pace was easy, letting your pretty lips form the perfect O shape as moans and gasps left your lungs.

"You like it? Feeling good?"

You could only nod in response, letting your head fall on Aone's shoulder and arching your back against him. Kanji angled himself to where he could brush his pelvis against your clit moments after Aone grinded his balls against you. Not ever leaving you empty as one pummeled into your soft walls one after the other.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fu-uck~!" You cried, tensing up as you felt a familiar knot in your tummy.

"C-C'mon, hold it. Don't cum just yet, baby, please?" Kanji asked, slowing and grinding into your hole with Aone's cock brushing against his.

The feeling of being inside of you with Kanji was soon getting to be too much for Aone; the slickness of your lower lips and Kanji's cock stroking his underside made his head spin. He could feel his own load coming soon, which he found a little surprising since he could normally last a lot longer.

Kanji wasn't in the best shape either. The tightness of your hole and the thickness of Aone's cock being fucked against his got him so close. He had to edge himself, make it last. Make it last, Kanji.

Continuing their previous movements, Aone started creating dark purple hickeys that covered most of your neck. Lapping his tongue over the finished markings, Kanji soon picked up speed with Aone.

Chasing their highs made you cum, head reeling from the unbelievably mind blowing orgasm that ripped through your core and gut.

"A-Aaah~!" You cried, eyes rolling and drool pooling from the corner of your lips.

"A-Almost there, Y/n. Almost-"

Aone was first to erupt, Kanji soon followed afterwards and cumming their brains out. The extra cum oozed from the condoms and onto the bed between your hot bodies. The large damp spot only growing underneath you as Kanji pulled from your cunt and tied off his condom.

"H-Hehehe...~" You giggled, laying next to Aone and closing your eyes.

The shifting weight on the bed let you know Kanji and Aone were getting into their cuddle spaces. Pulling blankets to cover you and them, Aone sighed and pulled you to his chest. Kissing a line up your neck and finding comfort in your hair, nuzzling into you as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

"You did good, baby." Kanji whispered as to not wake up Aone, curling up into your backside.

"Th-Thank you for taking care of me." You mumbled, the heaviness in your eyelids begging for sleep.

Kanji gave a few more kisses to your cheek and neck before he too nuzzled up to your small frame and fell asleep. The steamy air surrounding you and your boyfriends made your sleep that much more peaceful.

The stress of the day long gone, and your comfort at it's peak in Aone and Kanji's arms.

//~~//~~//

(This, by far, was the longest one yet!!)

I've had this in my drafts for a while, but I honestly had fun writing it! I've never really written for characters like Aone or Kanji so this kind of opened up things to me I might need working on! <3

Sorry it's been a minute since I've last posted! Personal problems like anxiety and the lack of creativity was taking it's toll on me, but I'm fine now!!

Can't wait to see you next post!!

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[natashacoco]

Biggest Fan

Camboy! Florian "Big Nasty" Munteanu x Subscriber! Black Reader

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: mentions of sex, sex work(ers), mentions of oral sex (m/f receiving and giving), fingering (f receiving, m giving) mentions of female penetration, PIV sex, mentions of masturbation (m/f), mention and use of sex toys, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of alcohol consumption, exibishist sex

Summary: You’re away at a mandatory business meeting in Munich when you happen to run into your favorite cam star, Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu. What happens when he decides to give you a personal taste of what you’ve only seen online?

Song Inspo: Red Light Special-TLC

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day you Lil’ Nasties!

The sleek and modern look of the Roomers hotel in Munich took your breath away the moment the cab dropped you off at the hotel. The black exterior was a contrast to the Bavarian architecture of the outlying buildings.

The trip from your home to the hotel had been long and the only thing you wanted to do was to check in, take a nice long, relaxing bubble bath and glass of wine before succumbing to your jet lag that’s been nagging at you since you left the airport.

Upon entering the hotel, you’re greeted by one of the staff members who checks you in. They inform you of the perks of the hotel, a gym, spa, pool, cinema, restaurant, bar, as well as other amenities available to you throughout your stay at Roomers. Handing you a pair of your room key, you’re directed to the set of elevators that will take you to your hotel suite.

Inside the elevator, you check the updated itinerary for your first day of your conference. Ever since your highly anticipated promotion, you knew that traveling both internationally and domestically would be needed. You were up to the challenge, you’d prepped and prepared for your presentation that would hopefully lead to a large merger for your company, as well as lead to a rather nice size bonus to top that off.

Exiting off the elevator, you finally find your room and are pleasantly surprised by the inside, dark brown wood and gold accent interiors lie within your Deluxe Suite. Setting your purse and luggage off to the side, you immediately wander through your room to check it out, very pleased with what you see, especially by the large bathtub inside. You immediately set about getting a hot bath going, getting the temperature just right before adding some of the fancy smelling soaps into the water.

As the tub fills, you decide to order up a nice bottle of wine and various snacks from room service after finding a nice selection from the menu provided. Soon enough a staff member is rolling in with your order. After a generous tip, you gather everything and head to the bath.

Lowering yourself in, you hiss in pleasure as the hot water engulfs you, leaning back to enjoy this stolen moment of pleasure before the hectic days ahead of you. You’re not sure how long you stay in the tub, it’s not until the water has lost most of its heat, your skin smooth and the bottle is nearly gone before you decide to get out. You find the hotel robe and wrap it around yourself, gathering your shea butter lotion, you rub it into your skin. The bath had done wonders for you, but after such a long day you realized that there was only one thing that could potentially help you fall asleep.

You pulled out your computer and set it on the bed, propping up some pillows at the head of the bed to get you comfortable. Once you’re satisfied with the arrangement, you settle in. You pull up your favorite porn site when you realize there’s a new notification from one of your favorite performers, Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu.

You’d found him on OnlyFans a while back, the name "Big Nasty" catching your eye for obvious reasons. Over the years he'd shown why he'd earned the nickname. He had shared pics and videos of himself and you’d been interested and after a while he had made the decision to transition to doing cam shows and you’d followed him over to this new venture. You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t seen most of his videos more than once, videos of him masturbating, the use of toys, cockrings, switching between his native Romanian, German or adopted English. You’d even sent a tip his way once or twice during one of his live shows, a wink sent your way and a thank you.

You click the link for the new notification and are brought to Big Nasty in a room unlike the other ones from his previous videos. He appears to be in a room, perhaps even a hotel room, standing in front of a closed window, a pair of dark pants around his waist and nothing else on. He slowly makes his way to the camera, picking up an object off camera before he brings it into view, a clear fleshlight. He backs and easily slips off his pants, noting the lack of underwear.

He takes his cock in one hand and strokes himself, widening his stance until he starts to get hard. He runs his other hand over his abdomen muscles before moving down to cup his balls and lets out a deep groan. When he’s hard enough, he moves to the bed and pulls out a bottle of lube before popping the cap and squirting some on his cock and the toy. He brings the fleshlight to his tip and slowly begins to push inside. He pulls it off of him and then back on, sliding in a little more. He continues to do it until he’s fully sheathed within the toy, by this time your inner thighs are completely soaked from the sight before you. You take one hand and begin to rub your clit, moaning in pleasure from how much you’ve been turned on.

The noises that rise from your computer don’t help either, pings going off as comments flood in. Florian’s deep voice fills the air as he switches languages with every plunge of the toy, all too soon you’ve begun to use one finger then another as you begin to fuck yourself all while still rubbing your clit. He braces his feet on the bed and thrusts his hips up, his face and body aglow with a sheen of sweat. He suddenly flips over onto his knees, his hips pistoning as he races towards his climax. The tip of his cock is pink as it pokes through the toy over and over, one hand clawing at the sheets again until Florian finally cries out, a burst of semen flooding the cylinder. He rocks the fleshlight off his cock and gets off the bed walking towards the camera. He brings the toy into the direct view of the camera, using one finger to poke inside. A second later the camera is jolsted as it’s picked up and brought down to his cock, still twitching slightly from his orgasm and then brings it back up to sign off with his usual salut before the video fades to black.

You plunge your fingers in and out of yourself at a fast rate, the lull of an orgasm just within your reach. Suddenly you cry out, panting heavily as the long awaited climax finally washes over you in a euphoric state. Carefully pulling out one finger at a time, your sex clenching at the loss of fingers. You take a few more minutes before the ringing in your ears subsides and your heart rate comes down. Getting up you head to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up quickly and then putting on your pajamas. You make sure your alarm is set for the morning and then settle in for the night, ready for the days ahead.

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The next day started off with an ice breaker meeting, getting to know your German counterparts in your company's sister location. The day continued on with meeting after meeting, brainstorming meetings to help further the company and its goal to expand to other countries. Going over the numbers for the quarterly budget almost had you falling asleep, but the most anticipated being the info-sharing meeting that would help you to finalize your own presentation in the following days.

You decided to stop at the bar for a drink after the first day, snagging a spot at the bar rail. You glance over the menu before deciding on one of their specialty drinks. You glance around the bar, observing all the people in the moment. You settled on the large form of a casually well dressed man off to the side of the bar, speaking with some of the staff members from the hotel. He’s wearing a black shirt or sweater along with black pants, his Rolex watch bringing the entire ensemble all together.

Your gazing is interrupted when one of your colleagues, Diana, sits down next to you. The two of you catch up. One of the booths nearby opens up and the two of you decide to move. As you take a sip of your drink, the large man you noticed earlier gets up and you all but spit out your drink when you notice that it’s Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu himself in the flesh.

Your heart starts to thump in your chest so loud you think that everybody will be able to hear it, your face begins to feel really warm and the air seems to have been sucked out of the room. You vaguely hear your name being called somewhere, but you can’t think or concentrate as your eyes follow Florian throughout the bar until he disappears somewhere off in the distance.

“You ok Y/N?” Diana asks again, her voice finally reaching through to you.

“Y-y-yeah, I’m f-fine” you stutter, “drink just went down the wrong way.” You fan your face, hoping to calm your nerves. You excuse yourself and find the bathroom. Once inside, you grab a handful of paper towels and blot at your face. You take a few minutes before you’re calm enough to go back outside.

You settle back into your seat before Diana looks up and you follow your gaze, only to be met with Florian himself.

"Mind if I join you ladies?" Florian asks, you and Diana give one another a look and motion for him to take a seat. He settled on the seat beside you, his arm draped behind you, his fingertips brushing casually down your arm. The two of you introduce yourselves to him and strike up a lighthearted conversation, Florian’s attention never seeming to wane from you.

"Oh, there’s Luc from Marketing. I’ve been meaning to speak to him since I arrived" Diana stood with a determined look on her face. "Be back in a bit."

Ignoring your pleading glance, Diana walked over to a tall, well dressed man before engaging in conversation. After another minute, ignoring Florian became ridiculous, as well as impossible.

Your gaze slid over him and you took in his clothes, the overall effect being one of careless sophistication. You loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though all you could imagine were the images of last night's video going through your mind.

You took a deep breath, feeling like you needed to make an effort to socialize with him.

"You look..." you paused. Fantastic. Wonderful. Amazing. So damn sexy...In the end, you went with the lame, "I like your outfit."

His brow arched. "Ah, something you like about me. From the way you’ve practically ignored me I thought it might have been something I did to offend you.” The edge to his tone rubbed you the wrong way.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just been a very long day at work” you lied.

He stared at you a minute, and then nodded. "If I had to guess, you recognized me from one of my videos, and you obviously seem to like what you saw, maybe even got yourself off to one or two of them" he added, taking a casual sip from his drink.

Oh hell. You looked away, brushing your thighs together to help with the growing ache. Masturbating in the privacy of your own room was one thing, but talking about it while squirming under that piercing hazel stare was mortifying. "I don't kiss and tell."

He brushed the backs of his fingers over your cheek and murmured, "I’m sure I could give you a taste of what you’ve only seen online. "

You heard the determination in his voice and swiftly changed topics.

"Do you come here often?" you asked, mentally kicking yourself for asking such a cliche question.

His hand dropped to your lap and caught one of your, his fingers curling into your palm. "When necessary."

Florian's mouth curved into a genuine smile that hit you hard. "When promotional decisions need to be made. I’m here to do promo for my channel, as well as get the name of the hotel out there."

Of course he would.

A pretty waitress set two iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. "Here you go, Mr. Munteanu. Two drinks on the house. Can I get you anything else?"

"That'll be all for now. Thanks."

You were distracted by what you'd been served. It was your beverage of choice and what you'd been drinking all night. Your nerves tingle. You watched him take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of his throat made you hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to you.

"Not bad," he murmured. "Tell me if we made it right."

He kissed you. He moved in fast, but you saw it coming and didn't turn away. His mouth was cold and flavored with alcohol. Delicious. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside you abruptly became too much to contain. You gripped the back of his neck and clenched it tight, holding him still as you sucked on his tongue. His groan was the most erotic sound you'd ever heard, making the flesh between your legs tighten viciously.

Shocked by the fury of your reaction, you wrenched away, gasping.

Florian followed, nuzzling the side of your face, his lips brushing over your ear. He was breathing hard, too, and the sound of the ice in his tumbler clinking against the glass skittered across your inflamed senses.

"I need to be inside you, Y/N," he whispered roughly. "I'm aching for you."

Your gaze fell to your drink on the table, your thoughts swirling around in your head, a clusterfuck of impressions and recollections and confusion. "How did you know?"

His tongue traced the shell of your ear and you shivered. It felt like every cell in your body was straining toward him. Resisting him took an impossible amount of energy, draining you and making you feel tired.

"Know what?" he asked.

"What I like to drink?”

He inhaled deeply, and then pulled away. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between you so that he faced you directly. His arm once again draped over the sofa back, his fingertips drawing circles on the curve of your shoulder.

“I noticed you the moment that you walked into the bar, it was only a matter of asking the bartender what you were drinking. When I walked past you earlier, I could tell by your reaction that you knew exactly who I was.” He nipped your fingers with his teeth, making you yelp and yank your hand away.

"Hey. What was that for?"

He lifted your abused hand to his mouth and kissed the hurt, his tongue darting out to soothe. And incite.

In self-defense, you tugged your hand back to your lap. “How do you know that I just didn’t think you were a very handsome guy?”

“The way you’ve become flustered so easily, the way you’ve been rubbing your thighs together since you’ve come out of the bathroom.”His hands slid down to cup the backs of your thighs. Squeezing gently, he tugged you just a little bit closer. The hem of your work skirt slipped almost indecently high and his gaze was riveted to the flesh he'd exposed. His tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive you could almost feel the caress on your skin.

Y'd already had enough, but you heard yourself saying, "I need another drink."

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You’re not exactly sure if you told him yes or if something must have shown in your body language, but the next moment Florian is telling a passing waitress to put your drinks on his tab and he led you from the bar. You caught Diana’s attention, letting her know that you were leaving as you grabbed your belongings. The two of you made it to the elevators and Florian hit the floor to his room, the floor number lit up and the lift climbed as you ascended. He backed you up against the wall, his large body emitting so much power.

He used one hand to tap the inside of your thighs and you responded by opening them up for him, bringing up your skirt to allow him better access. He runs his hands up until he reaches the apex, a masculine grunt of approval at finding you so wet. You gasp as he uses one finger to slowly finger you and you hold onto his shoulders to help balance you. Shameless, your body writhed as you rode his plunging finger. He added another and you dug in your heels, arching up to meet his thrusts. “Please.”

He nibbled your jaw, then moved to your chest, nuzzling the valley of your breasts as he inhaled your scent. He claimed one nipple in a gentle bite through his shirt, his mouth surrounding the tender peak and sucking softly. The ache he created was needle-sharp, your hunger spurred by the sense that he would soon know your body well enough. You didn’t care that the hotel security could see your little tryst, or that any other hotel patron could potentially be waiting to get on at any moment, you knew that you needed him to make you cum.

“More,” You gasped.

“I knew I’d love the way you begged me for it,” he murmured, his mouth curving in a wicked smile against your skin.

You groaned in frustration. “I want your cock inside me.”

“As you should.” His tongue curled around your other nipple, flickering teasingly over it until it ached for suction.

He was wounding your body higher and higher, the rush of an orgasm just seconds away. You looked at the wall of numbers, noticing that you were almost to his floor. Florian takes his thumb and starts to rub circles on your clit and soon enough your knees feel like they’re going to buckle under you as you ride out your orgam. He carefully withdraws his fingers from you and brings them to his lips, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

The ding of the elevator alerts you to the arrival of his floor and he helps you to rearrange your skirt and steady your wobbly legs. He takes your hand in his and leads you out of the elevator and down a hallway before stopping before a door. He takes out a hotel room key and then opens the door, letting you go ahead.

Florian’s room is a gorgeous suite, as he leads you further inside he gives you a small tour of The Prestige Suit. He takes you to the bar and offers you another drink, but you decline, your head is already swimming from the post orgasm high he gave you in the lift. You notice that the room is different from the one he was in from his latest video, but little hints from the decor show that he had made the video in the Roomer Hotel.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, noticing how you’re taking everything in.

“Just that this room is different from the one from last nights…activities” you answer.

He chuckles low in his throat at the way you mention what he did last night in his video. “I’m curious, what did you think of last night's…activities, as you put it?” He asked, mirroring the same phrase you had used.

You’re shocked that he would ask you that outright, the sounds and images seem to fill the empty space of the room. “I-I enjoyed it, like I usually do with your videos. You always seem to find a new way to engage your audience when you perform. You’ve come a long way since your OnlyFans days.”

His eyebrows shoot up in shock, clearly surprising him that you have been a fan of his from his early days on the site. Taking his drink in hand, he leads you to the bedroom and you sit down, acutely aware that he doesn’t join you.

“And how did you touch yourself Y/N, did you pack a toy in with all those prim and proper skirts and dresses you brought with you? Or maybe something else? Did you hump one of those fancy pillows from your bed, hmm? Or did you use your fingers?” Your face must have given you away as he called you out on the last one, your sex clenching.

“What did you want to do during the entire time you watched the video?” he asked, staring down at you.

“To suck you off, to have you say my name as I take you in my mouth and make you cum on my tongue.” you whisper on an exaggerated breath, your chest rising and falling at the neediness it poured from you.

“Suck me off now,” he whispered. “Make me come for you.”

You slid from the bed in a breathless rush, your hands reaching eagerly for his fly. He was hard and thick, his erection straining. He helped to lift his shirt and pushed down his boxer briefs, you freed him. He fell heavily into your hands, the thick length already glistening at the tip. You licked the evidence of his excitement away, loving his control, the way he reigned in his own hunger.

Your eyes were on him as your open mouth slid over the plush head. You watched his lips part on a sharply inhale breath and his eyelids grow heavy, as if the pleasure were intoxicating.

“Y/N.” His hooded gaze was hot on your face. “Ah … Yes. Like that. Christ, I love your mouth.”

His praise spurred you on. You took him as deep as you could. You found that you loved doing this to him, loved the uniquely masculine taste and smell of him. You ran your lips down the length of him, suckling gently. Worshipful.

“You love this,” he said gruffly, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.

“More. I want to do this for hours. Make you come over and over again.”

A growl rumbled in his chest. “I would. I can’t get enough.”

The tip of your tongue traced a pulsing vein up to the head, and then you took him in your mouth again, your neck arching back as you lowered to sit on your heels, your hands on your knees, offering yourself to him.

Florian looked down with eyes that glittered with lust and tenderness.

“Don’t stop.” He widened his stance. He slid his cock to the back of your throat, then pulled back out, coating your tongue with a trail of creamy pre-ejaculate. You swallowed, savoring the rich flavor of him.

He groaned, bringing his other hand to hold your face, his thumbs lazily tracing your cheeks. “Don’t stop, fatita. Suck me dry.” Your cheeks hollowed as you found a rhythm that had his knees practically buckling.

“So fucking good.” His teeth ground audibly. “Ah, God, you’re making me come.”

His cock swelled in your mouth. One hand left your cheek to help brace himself against the window, his body shuddering as he came hard.

Florian cursed as you swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, flooding your mouth. By the time he finished, you were gasping and trembling.

He pulled you to your feet and stumbled to the bed, settling heavily with you tucked into his side. His lungs labored, his hands rough as he pulled you closer.

Lifting, you hovered above him. “Let me.”

“Yes.” His fingers left your cleft, and a heartbeat later his cock was filling you, the flared crown stretching sensitive tissues.

“Slow,” he ordered softly, his gaze hooded as he licked his fingers with long, sensuous laps of his tongue. He looked so wicked, so shamelessly decadent.

“Help me.” You found it was difficult for you to take him this way, using only gravity and the weight of your body. As desperate as he’d made you, he was a tight fit with how big he is.

He caught your hips, sliding you up and down leisurely, working you onto his thick erection. “Feel every inch, fatita,” he crooned. “Feel how hard you make me.”

Your thighs trembled as he rubbed over a tender spot inside you. You gripped his wrists, your sex rippling.

“Don’t come,” he warned, with that authoritative bite that practically ensured you would. “Not until you’ve taken all of me.”

“Florian.” The slow, steady friction of his careful penetration was driving you insane.

“Think of how good it’ll feel when I’m in you, fatita. When your greedy little cunt has something to tighten down on when you’re coming.”

You tightened down on him then, seduced by the coaxing rasp in his voice. “Hurry.”

“You’re the one who has to let me in.” His eyes gleamed with humor. He urged you to lean back, changing the angle of your descent.

You slid onto him, taking him to the root in one smooth, slick glide. “Oh!”

“Fuck.” His head fell back, his breathing quick and rough. “You feel amazing. You’re squeezing me like a fist.”

“Fuck.” you couldn’t hide the strangled pleasure in your voice. He was so hard and thick inside you, so deep you could barely catch your breath …

He shot you a look that scorched.

“Don’t move,” he said hoarsely, restraining you with his grip at your nape. “I want to come just feeling you around me.”

“Please,” you breathed. “Come in me. Let me feel you.”

“Y/N. God.” He shuddered, coming. He groaned into your mouth, his hands flexing against your scalp, his breath gusting hard across your lips.

You felt him spurting inside you, filling you, and you trembled with another orgasm, the pleasure pulsing gently through you.

Florian’s control seemed absolute, his seduction wickedly precise, but he was trembling harder than you were and his chest was heaving more forcefully. Carefully, he pulled out of you and left, shortly returning with a warm washcloth to clean between your thighs. He laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. He smelled like sex and sweat, a delicious combination that made your head swim.

The pull of sleep was nagging at you, but you knew that you needed to leave soon, that tomorrow would be a new day and that meant another rigorous day of meetings and networking that needed to be done.

“How long are you going to be in Munich?” Florian asked, running one of his hands up and down your spine.

“A few more days, thankfully it’s not one of those conferences that requires me to be gone for two weeks this time around.”

“I’d like to see you again before you leave, if that’s okay? I don’t just want this to be a one time thing.”

“I have to get up early for my first meeting” you protest, “I’d hate to feel like I’m invading your space.”

“You’re not, you can sleep here, I promise to make sure you get to your meeting on time. I’ll even throw in some room service for breakfast too” he adds.

“Oh well, if you’re including breakfast how am I to say no?” you laugh. You make sure the alarm on your phone is set and then the two of you settle in for the night.

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True to his word, Florian made sure that you were up in time for your work meeting. Shortly before leaving, the both of you made sure to make plans for the next day. Meeting after meeting after meeting made the entire time feel like it was never ending. The hours seemed to drag on until somehow the time had come and you were all dismissed for the evening with a quick reminder of the next day's schedule.

You met up at the rendezvous spot outside one of the red mirrored rooms of the hotel that Florian had done promo for a few days prior. He was busy on his phone as he waited for you, scrolling through it as you walked towards him, his eyes raked over you from head to toe. The sexual energy radiating off the both of you evident to anybody passing by.

He casually asked about your day, your mind long since drained from your job. He’d done more promo for the hotel, you ended up liking some of the images on his Instagram as the notifications had popped up on your phone.

You decided to head back to his room again. On the way to the room, it was hard to keep your hands off one another, your hands touching one another in some way. His resolve seemed to snap and he pulled you off to the side in a hidden corner, mirrors lining the walls. He pushed you until your back was against a handrail, pushing his erection into you as you moaned, his mouth taking yours in a searing kiss. You held your breath, squirming against that plush pressure. You’ve wanted him all day, craving the feel of his big cock inside you, needing him to make you come.

He rocked his body into yours, bringing his hands to cup your face. Something inside of you needed him to fill you, not caring that anybody could catch you. You fumbled around with his pants, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside his pants, stroking him from root to tip.

The unspoken need was met when he turned you around, pulling at the skirt you were wearing until it was bunched at your waist and pulled your panties to the side. He pulled his pants down enough for his cock to be freed. He aligned himself and then pushed into you, the stretching relief as he filled you. You moaned and tried to hold on to the handrail; your body rocked as he began to fuck. The sensation was devastating, being filled so completely, then emptied abruptly. Your knees gave out, your core spasming in delight as he reamed you hard and thoroughly. The sexual prowless inside him was hammered into you, the relentless drives of his cock massaging every sensitive nerve.

You were coming before you knew the orgasm was on you, gasping his name as pleasure racked your body in violent trembles.

Your head dropped between your arms, your muscles weak and useless. Florian held you up with his hands, with his erection. Using your body. Taking it. Grunting primitively every time he hit the end of you.

“So deep,” he growled. “So good.”

In the periphery, you caught movement, your dazed eyes focusing on your reflection. With a low, pained cry you started coming again, if you’d ever stopped. Florian was the most searingly erotic thing you’d ever seen—his biceps thick and hard as he supported your weight, his thighs straining with exertion, his ass flexing as he pistoned, his body rippling with power as he rolled his hips with every stroke.

He’d been built to fuck, but he had mastered the skill, using every inch of his amazing body to enslave a woman to pleasure. It was innate to him, instinctive. Even tipsy and near feral with anguish, his rhythm was tight and precise, his focus absolute.

Every thrust took him deep inside you, hitting the sweetest spots again and again, driving the ecstasy into you until you couldn’t resist the onslaught. Another climax churned through you like a tidal wave.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Milk my dick, fatita. God . . . You’re making me come.”

You felt his cock thickening, lengthening. Tingles raced across your skin; your lungs heaved for air.

Florian threw back his head and roared like an animal, spurting hotly. You were sure that security would be coming at any moment. Gripping your hips, he pumped you onto his ejaculating cock, coming hard and forever, filling you until semen slicked your sex and inner thighs.

He slowed the thrust of his hips, gasping, bending over to press his cheek to your shoulder.

You started sinking to your knees. “Florian . . .”

He pulled you up. “I’m nowhere nearly done with you just yet,” he said roughly, still thick and stiff inside you.

He pulled out and readjusted himself, pulling your panties back into place before helping you to pull your skirt down, grabbing one hand and leading you back to his hotel room. Soon enough the both of you made it to his hotel room, hands still on one another feverishly. Once through the door, clothes came off in a hurry, the two of you not wasting anytime.

You eventually make it to his bedroom, Florian with his back to the headboard. Pulling back, you reached for his cock with both hands, gripping him firmly. From your knowledge of his videos, you knew his body well, knew what he needed and desired. You pumped him from root to tip, drawing a thick bead of pre-ejaculate to the wide crest. He pushed back against the headboard with a groan, his finger going to your cunt, curving inside you. You watched, riveted, as the thick drop rolled to one side of his glans, then slid down the length of him to pool at the top of your fist.

“Don’t,” he panted. “Too close.”

You stroked him again, your mouth watering as a gush of precum streamed out of him. You were wildly aroused by his pleasure and the knowledge that you had such a profound effect on such a blatantly sexual creature.

Fisting his cock, you pumped him, lapping up the surges of precum that spilled from him.

His cock swelled even further, turning red, the thick veins standing out along its length, pre-ejaculate spurting onto his lower belly. He was hard as stone, curving up to a point just past his navel. You’d never seen him so aroused, even while watching his videos countless times, and it made you so hot.

As he cursed, his fingers left you. He grabbed your hips, dislodging your grip on him. He yanked you forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, his raging cock driving into you.

You cried out and gripped his shoulders, your sex clenching against the thick penetration.

“Y/N.” His jaw and neck taut with strain, he started coming, spurting hot and hard inside you.

The gush of lubrication opened you, your sex sliding down his pulsing erection until he filled you too full. Your nails dug into his unyielding muscles, your mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air.

“Take it,” he bit out, angling your descent to gain that last little part of you that let him sink to the root. “Take me.”

You moaned, welcoming the unfamiliar soreness of having him so deep. The orgasm took you by surprise, your back bowing as the heated pleasure tore through you.

Instinct took over, your hips moving of their own volition, your thighs clenching and releasing as you focused only on the moment, the need to cum, to take him so deep within you that nothing existed but you two.

You cried out suddenly as he flipped the two of you over, his sweat dripped onto your chest, his hips tireless as he stroked his magnificent penis into you over and over, rolling and thrusting, shallow then deep.

“That’s it,” he praised hoarsely, “squeeze my dick just like that. You feel so good, fatita. You’re going to make me come again.”

You panted for breath, boneless and tired from his unrelenting demands. He took you with skilled precision, imprinting onto your brain and body that you currently belonged to him.

You awoke sometime later, you guessed you’d napped about twenty minutes, maybe even less than that. You were pretty sure he’d been at you for close to two hours. You could still feel the echo of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stroking and rubbing all of your sensitive spots.

Shifting carefully, you propped your head on your hand and studied the decadent man who graced the bed. His arms were wrapped around his pillow, showing off chiseled biceps and a muscular back adorned with scratches and crescent marks from your nails. You’d gripped his ass, too, insanely turned on by the feel of it clenching and releasing as he fucked you tirelessly, stroking his long, thick cock deep inside you.

Again and again …

Your legs shifted restlessly, your body stirring with renewed hunger. For all his polished urbanity, Florian was an untamed animal behind closed doors. You had no defenses against him when he was touching you, helpless to resist the drugging pleasure of spreading your thighs for such a virile, passionate male—

You noticed a nice looking camera off to the side of the bed that you hadn’t taken note of before. You got out of the bed, careful not to wake him and reached for the camera. After examining it for a few moments a thought came to your mind. You returned to the bed with the camera in hand and shook Florian carefully so as not to startle him.

“A man needs his sleep fatita, especially if I need to keep that cunt satisfied” he grunted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the gruffness of his voice making your sex clench.

“She’s not complaining, but I actually have an idea, if you’re open to it” you suggest, shaking the camera with one hand. “You always do your videos solo, how about we give your subscribers and fans something to really enjoy?” The smile Florian gave you knew that he wasn’t opposed to the idea either, the twitch of his cock under the sheets didn’t escape your notice as he pulled them aside.

He got out of the bed, taking the camera. He had it so that he was the primary focal point in his hand and after a few moments of setting up the camera and lights, he looked over to you to make sure that you were ready. You nodded for him to continue, and the red light on the camera started to blink alerting that the recording had begun.

Florian started off the video with his usual greeting, his voice seeming to become deeper and huskier as he told the camera that tonight would be different than his previous videos, that tonight, he had a surprise, you. He turned the camera in your direction before he turned it back on himself.

Heading back towards bed, he grabs your ankles with one of his large hands and drags you towards the foot of the bed. He cups one cheek in the hand he isn’t using to record with before exploring your body, the camera following his hand. He crawls onto the bed, showing your pussy to the world, his seed and your slick intermixed together. He turns the camera on himself, using it to show off his cock starting to harden.

You raise yourself up from the bed and wrap your bee stung lips around the plush head of his cock. He hisses when you suck on it, drawing him further into your throat until your nose is at the base and you feel tears start to prickle at your eyes.

“Fatitâ, if I’d have known you’d look this pretty crying with my dick in your mouth, I would have done it sooner” he says, the camera focused on you sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. All too soon he pulls you off him with a pop. You fall onto your back where Florian uses his hand to slide his dick up and down your slit.

“Umm …” He purred, sliding his cock deep. “You’re so creamy with my cum. I love the way you feel when I’ve been at you all night. You make me feel like I never want to stop.”

You bring his thumb to your lips and suck on it, using your tongue to trace the lines, you hum in satisfaction as you taste his sweat. Giving him a little bite, a reminder of what he did to you only yesterday. Florian curses and thrusts, one hard stroke that shoved him deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone before. You cried out in pleasured pain, arching away from the rigid fullness, feeling the burn of stretching inner muscles and tender tissues.

“Yes,” he hissed, yanking you back into him until the lips of your sex hugged the thick root of his penis. His hips circled, his balls lying heavily against your engorged clitoris. “Fucking tight . . .”

Your nails clawed at the comforter, trying to find purchase as Florian pounded his cock into you, lost in a hot furious rut. The slickness of his semen from your earlier bought wet the lips of your sex, then rolled down your legs. He groaned and thrust deep, rolling his hips, screwing into you. Your head thrashed from side to side, unable to control the amount of pleasure that coursed through you.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and picked you up carefully, still inside you as he brought the both of you to the window. He set you down and and carefully withdrew from you, whining at the loss of contact he pecked your lips before turning you around. He smacked your ass playfully before he took you from behind, his hips pistoning with abandon.

“Look at those perfect tits bounce,” Florian growled into your neck, watching your breasts sway with every thrust in the reflection on the glass. “I wonder if everyone below can see how much you love having me inside you?”

“Flo,” you gasped, your eyes pinching closed.

Your body was a glow in the glass. The rising sun setting over the Munich city a backdrop to him coiling his body around yours.

He bit your neck and started fucking you harder. Your whimpers turned to moans and your fingers tried to dig into the glass. Leaning back, he gripped your hips and watched himself slip in and out of your tight, wet heat.

“Yes. Yes,” you cried.

“Do you want them to watch you? Does that turn you on to have them see how much Big Nasty gives you your pleasure?”

“Yes,” you said again, the afterthought of the camera on you somewhat in the back of your mind.

He leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back. Slipping one hand around the front, he moved your fingers between your legs to finger your clit. Rubbing harder, he sucked on your earlobe before pulling back with a nip at the tender skin.

“Me too,” he breathed into your ear, detonating your orgasm.

He kept up his ruthless pace, focusing on your reflection, on the way your pussy squeezed him tight like a vice, on your moans.

And then he came.

His eyes slammed shut as the muscles in his body contracted in pleasure, his hips pressed tight to your ass as he held himself as deep inside you as he could, feeling every last pulse and contraction on his cock.

He pressed one last kiss to the damp skin of your back as the ringing finally subsided in his ears.

He pulled out of you and the both of you groaned. You feel his cum start to leak out of you, Florian scoops up the mixture of his cum and your slick, bringing his hand into the light, in full display of the camera.

“You don’t think the other hotel guests can really see inside here, do you?” You asked between your heavy breathing.

Laughing, he turns to you, “Probably not. But it’s fun to imagine they can. You seem to come harder then. But we have plenty of battery life for the camera to know just how well you scream ‘Big Nasty’ to know for sure.”

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