#I think this is because I slept on my stomach (which I never do) and my muscles rebelled

[jjsfavgirl]

NSFW alphabet • j.maybank

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Warnings: p in v sex , oral m and f receiving , shower sex , dirty talk , fingering , aftercare , corruption kink , sex toys , dom! JJ , sub! JJ , dom! Reader , Sub! Reader , eating cum , oral fixation, size kink , smoking weed , mentions of UTI , male masturbation , talk of erections? , teasing , quickies.

18+

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A- after care | JJ is BIG on taking care of you after you have sex, because of how rough he is afterwards he’s a big softie. Lets you wear his shirts, even sits with you in the bathroom checking on your while u pee as to avoid a UTI, he’ll then carry you back to bed place a kiss on your forehead then cuddle you till you both fall asleep.

B- body part | as much as he loves your personality my man is an ass man at heart, always squeezing your ass while you’re bouncing up and down on his cock, giving it it firm slap whenever you are just existing in your house. He always gives you his smaller boxers just so he can see your plump bum cheeks sneak through the bottom.

C- cum | my man cums HARD. Especially if he doesn’t masturbate for a while his white liquid comes out in strings after strings. He makes many jokes about being a proclaimed “artist” after he’s covered 90% of your body in his seed. Your face, your tits, your stomach,your ass, your thighs.

D- dick | JJ is fucking hung, he always thought he was average due to all the porn he’s watched. But when you first fooled around at the château, you were on your knees in front off JJ as he was man spread on John B’s couch when he quickly fumbled to open his belt and slide down his long cargo shorts which caused his large hard length to spring out of his boxers. He loves the thought of his big dick pressing against all the walls in your cervix , doing the stomach trick just to see him tip above your belly button.

E- experience | he had slept with quite a few girls before he met you, but once he did he stopped fooling around with girls out of respect in case you one day felt the same. He has experience on the sex side of things but he lacked the emotional connection with most his previous partners so when he met you he almost cried the first time you had sex. ( my poor touch starved baby ).

F- favourite position | he doesn’t understand all the really intricate positions he just thinks fucking is fucking and you don’t need to be mid twister match in order to have an orgasm. His favourite position is simple, you laying in his bed, his hands beside your head as he plowed into you from above, looking down at your orgasm face in awe.

G- goofy | his highness depends on how silly he is during sex. If he’s high he’ll be laughing and smiling the whole way through, it’s ten times worse if you’re both high, it’s just a laughing mess. But both fully sober and not in an intoxicated state he’s more serious.

H- hair | he has never once dared to try shave down there. Out of fear he might slice off his dick and also how much you begged him not to whenever he randomly brought up the subject of even trimming his pubes.

I- intimacy | the way he shows his intimacy during the act is with his words. He’s very vocal during sex. Doing so well for me baby , you can take it I know you can , c’mon princess cum for me , you’re so beautiful , m’fuck love this pussy.

J- Jack off | he is just as feral with masturbating as he is with sex, he’s cut down on his masturbation since you started dating ( always being able to have you get rid of his erections ). However, before you were dating my man would have to run back into the château bathroom after a day of watching you play volleyball with the other pogues in your tight pink bikini as your tits bounced around and almost slipped out every time you ran over to JJ in order to high five him.

K- kink | he isn’t the most kinky person ever, but he loves the thought of completely ruining you (corruption kink I think this is ) . If you’re a good girl kook he’ll love plowing into you and reminding you what your family would think about their A+ perfect daughter getting fucked rough by a dirty pogue.

L- location | he is a mostly bed sex guy. He doesn’t want to get caught or let anyone else see you in the orgasmic state that’s only for his bright blue eyes to see.But he loves surprising you by jumping into the shower with you, lathering your tits up with soap as he blows his load into your from behind.

M- motivation | he’s mostly turned on by just you in general. Your whole being makes him hard. But his main thing is kind of weird. It’s you being nice. If you smile brightly at him my man is bricked up immediately, or if your having a conversation with the bar tender as they’re making yours and his drinks he’ll watch your face intently as you smiled and laughed with the girl across from you ( if it’s a man it’s a different story ).

O- oral | as much as he loves getting his dick sucked, his favourite thing ever is pleasing his girl. He’s always eating you out, every spare second he has his tongue is exploring your folds as his finger enters your dripping hole. His tongue will flick and suck your clit as his fingers will brush against your gooey g-spot. ( he will also know that you have a massive oral fixation and will always bight his biceps whenever he’s wearing a short sleeved shirt or no shirt at all.)

P- pace | usually his pace varies during sex depending on the type of sex , sometimes he’ll be rough and fast and quickly overstimulate you enjoying watching you squirm but the other time he’ll be slow, allowing you to fully adjust to his size and stretching your walls, he will talk you through it and place kisses all over your face every time he lent down to your face.

Q- quickie | no matter how rough and fast he is, JJ isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, of course he will fuck your quickly in your pink bikini before going on a boat trip with the pogues but he prefers sex sensual and slow.

R- can’t think of one :( the prompt I’m using says risk for R but I can’t think of any I’m sorry guys :)

S- stamina | my man is fucking energetic , never once stopping to take a break during sex or take a breath while eating your pussy. But the second you both pull back, chests heaving up and down and heavy breaths filling the room he’s out like a light, falling asleep immediately or being stuck in a fucked haze.

T- toys | JJ doesn’t own any toys for himself but enjoys using your own toys on you. He’s not into the whole BDSM thing but he’s willing to use your vibrator and dildos on you so he can watch you in overstimulated pleasure.

U- unfair | JJ fucking Maybank is the biggest tease known to man. He will tease you from the second you get on the HMS Pogue. Hand on your thigh which inches closer to the hem of your bikini, pulling you into his lap and gripping your bare hips with his ringed fingers and lightly rubbing you against his hard erection.

V- volume | he’ll always try and match your volume, if your quiet, he’s gunna be quiet. But, he will always be talking you through it . M’Doing so good f’me baby , taking me so well , this pussy was made for me.

W- wild card | a random head cannon: he always tells John B and Pope that he’s the dominant one always. Which is pro dominantly true. Sometimes . Sometimes he’ll crumble under your touch as you’re overstimulating the poor boy by grinding forwards and backwards on his long length as it hits all the right places inside you, his hair was soaked in sweat at the tips as his ringed hands cling tightly to your bare hips, moving you in all the place he wanted causing his head to tilt back in pure ecstasy.

X- X-ray | under his clothes (we’ve all seen in obx cmon my mansey is fine) he has very tough muscular arms, his abs are formed into a perfect six pack which makes you drool every time he’s on top of you thrusting into you while you whine and beg for more.

Y- yearning | luckily for JJ he was blessed with a girlfriend with just the same sex drive as him. Let me just say for the first month of your relationship all you and JJ wanted was to be with each other inside all day, every day. Let’s just say you still go at it like rabbits and nothing has changed.

Z- zzzz | after sex, JJ’s eyes will to shut but he knows that he has to take care of his princess first, cleaning up his left overs from between her thighs, placing a soothing kiss on her still sweaty forehead before carrying her to the toilet for her after-sex-piss before carrying her back to bed and tossing one of his weed smelling shirts over her head with a smile.

Enjoy!!!

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[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all, weird question time again! I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this one, but asking anyway: If you are having severe muscle cramps/knots/tension all over your body and go to a doctor/urgent care/hospital for them, assuming the doctor believes it's something that needs treatment, the only things they can give you are anti-inflammatories, pain relief, muscle relaxers, or like an IV to rehydrate you if it turns out to be caused by dehydration, right? I know those are three very broad categories of treatment, I'm not asking for specifics within those categories, just if there are options outside of them (I am allergic to NSAIDs, already on corticosteroids for unrelated reasons, probably shouldn't have muscle relaxers or stronger pain meds for "my blood pressure looks for any excuse to crash" reasons, and am staying on top of hydration and electrolytes, but this round of muscle cramps is bad, even for me)

#the person behind the yarn #injury mention #sort of???? it could just be that I Electrolyte Very Wrong #I think this is because I slept on my stomach (which I never do) and my muscles rebelled #and my body Does Not Handle That Well #but it could be because I stopped taking B12 a few days ago #but my B12 levels are very high! I shouldn't be getting muscle issues from stopping taking it #because I have enough B12! #I really want to be massaging the muscles #but I have learned from the last time this happened #and I can't massage my neck anymore because I am approaching the point where it's been overmassaged #to the point where touching the muscle makes it spasm badly #so. avoiding that this time #but you know that feeling in your face when you clench your jaw really hard and your muscles are very tense because of it? #like actively clenching your jaw muscle feeling #the left side of my face feels like that when I am not doing anything right now #unpleasant! to be avoided! #not even to speak of the smooth muscle cramps! avoid those too if you can

[flseur]

꒰ 𐙚 started it — suguru geto ꒱

⟡ synopsis : when you can't seem to fall asleep, it's a good thing that your boyfriend suguru can distract you!

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, kind of brat!reader and brat tamer!geto, fluff to smut, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, praising, edging, blowjob, deepthroating, overstimulation, standing missionary, standing doggy

౨ৎ note : i was going to write more to be honest but i also didn't want it to be too long because it's 2.2k words, so if anyone wants a part two let me know! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

when it rains, it pours. and nights like these, with the down pouring rain accompanied by thunder and lightning, you’ve always had a hard time trying to fall asleep.

maybe it’s your nerves, or maybe it’s just the sound of the hard droplets of water hitting the windows of your bedroom.

either way, you can’t sleep.

which is quite the opposite of your boyfriend right now.

you can make out the outline of suguru’s sleeping form in the dark, as well as hear his light snores. he had always slept better with sound, and this storm is allowing him to catch up on the rest he oh so deserved.

you sigh, sitting up from your bed and bringing up a hand to rub your eyes. at least one of you was able to sleep. 

quietly moving your comforter, you slip out of bed and try to leave the bedroom as quietly as possible then make your way into the kitchen.

while starting the kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, hoping it will help with your restlessness.

at first the only thing you were able to hear was the whistling of the tea kettle and the pitter-pattering of rain, then you heard the sound of heavy footsteps and you whip your head around to see the cause of the sound. 

“suguru? what are you doing out of bed?” you ask, thinking that you were quieter when leaving the bedroom.

“couldn’t sleep…” he yawns sleepily, walking closer to you. “heard you get out of bed.”

“oh, i’m sorry.” you rush out, turning back to pour the hot water into your tea cup. “i thought i was being quiet. you can go back to bed without me, i can’t fall asleep right now.”

not hearing a response from your boyfriend, you go to turn around to look at him. instead, you feel his arms wrapping around your waist, and his head resting on your shoulder.

“suguru? are you okay?” you ask, feeling his hair tickle your neck.

“come back to bed with me.” he mumbles against the bare skin of your shoulder, where his shirt that you were wearing sagged. his lithe fingers playing with the bottom hem of it.

you let out a light laugh at your boyfriend’s behaviour. “i’ll come to bed in a bit, okay?”

“why not now?” he pouts. 

“‘cause i can’t sleep, suguru.” you tell him. “i might work on one of my papers or something.”

“i’ll stay up with you.” he says, flipping you around. the small of your back now pressed against the granite of the countertop with his arms caging you in. 

“are you sure? you don’t have to.”

“i want to. i’ll keep you company.” he tells you.

“okay…” you respond, not entirely believing your boyfriend due to the fatigue that shows in his brown eyes.

suguru gives you a quick peck on your lips, “i promise, i’ll stay awake.”

“i believe you.” you giggle.

“no you don’t.” he kisses your temple, then the corner of your mouth, then on your neck before resting his head on your shoulder again. “you think i’m going to fall asleep.” 

“if you do fall asleep i don’t mind, honestly.” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“but i’m not going to.” suguru noses against your skin, intaking the scent of your shampoo and conditioner from the shower with him the night before.

“promise?” you ask.

“i promise.” he tells you. “i’d never leave you alone.”

“good.” you kiss his lips.

“go sit at the table,” he says. “‘m gonna make you a snack.”

“‘kay.” you reply, pouring your cup of tea before making your way over to a chair. “are you making yourself some too?”

“of course i am. woke up without my beautiful girlfriend beside me and an empty stomach.” he jokes.

“ha ha.” you reply sarcastically. “what’re you making?”

“apples.”

“apples?”

“yeah, having some sort of fruit always helps with studying,” he replies. “my mom used to do this for me in highschool.”

“that’s sweet of her to do.” 

“yeah, i appreciated it a lot back then.” he tilts his head back and looks at you. 

“thank you.” you smile at him. “i really appreciate it.”

“‘course,” he smiles back. suguru grabs the plate of sliced apples and places it down on the table in front of you. “here, make sure to eat them all. you need to energize your brain.”

you pat the chair beside you, “come and sit with me. i want you to have some too.”

suguru lets out a light chuckle before sitting down in the chair, “i don’t want to distract you…”

“it’s okay, i like being near you. besides, weren’t you hungry too?”

“okay, if you insist.” he jokes before popping one of the apple slices in his mouth. he then leans over and then pecks the side of your mouth.

suguru grabs the edge of your chair, and the wooden legs scrape against the floor as he pulls you closer to him.

“why’d you do that?” you laugh.

“just wanted to be closer to you” he replies coyly, leaning in and pressing another kiss to your lips. the act is sweet but his intentions were anything but. his soft lips press into you more, making your head spin.

just as you were about to pull away, his large hands come up to the side of your head, deepening the kiss.

suguru bites at your bottom lip before running his tongue over the stinging flesh, asking for entrance into your mouth but you pull away quickly, hoping to catch your breath.

“sugu,” you sigh his name, your forehead resting on his. “i need to work on my paper…”

and though you protest, you don’t fully mean your words because when you catch his eyes zeroing in on your lips, you find yourself leaning in for more.

suguru pulls you out of your chair by your waist, making you sit on his lap. you can feel his growing erection in his grey joggers through your sleep shorts. the harder he kisses you, his hands pressing you impossibly closer into him, the more you squirm in his lap.

suguru groans against you then pulls back, smiling slightly seeing how you chase his lips.

“shit,” he gasps, looking down at where you continue to grind against him. your flimsy cotton shorts doing nothing to hide the arousal pooling at your core. “y’can’t keep doing this to me baby, you’re driving me crazy.”

“you started this…” you reply, continuing your ministrations.

“don’t be a fucking tease.” he chokes out. “i’ll make sure nothing else comes out of that bratty mouth of yours.”

“then do it.”

and before you can get another word out, suguru has manhandled you into bending over onto the dining table and removing your sleep shorts, internally groaning about your lack of panties.

god, you looked so fucking good like this. bottom half of your body bare, your ass on display and your arousal was dripping down your inner thighs.

“stop staring and do somethin– oh…” you start then being cut off by a moan, feeling suguru’s large hands grab at your ass and his tongue slither its way to your pussy.

his wet muscle runs between your folds, circling your clit before his lips wrap around it and he begins to suck it into his mouth.

you let out a desperate moan, pushing your hips back further into his face. you didn’t want to beg for more, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s making you feel so good.

so when you feel one of his hands leave your ass and his lithe fingers dance up your inner thighs, you bite back a small smile.

“fuck! oh m’god!” you sob as you feel him push one of his digits into your sopping cunt.

suguru smirked against your pussy, feeling your walls twitch as he pistons his fingers deeper into you. he angled his fingers to hit your g-spot, making sure to hit it with every thrust.

he could tell you were going to cum soon, your moans were becoming more high pitched and airy while your body writhed above him.

“i-i’m gonna cum… fuck! suguru–!” you cry out, ready to tip over that peak until the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you was ripped away. “what? why?”

you whip your head around, glancing over your shoulder to see the shit-eating smirk suguru was wearing on his face. “ah… i guess you really wanted to cum right?” he teases, one of his hands rubbing soft circles on the globe of your ass.

“no shit, suguru.” you groan, rolling your eyes until you feel him pull you up and turning you to face him.

“aw… m’sorry baby,” he coos at you, his hands coming up to rest on your jaw. “but brats don’t get what they want, now do they?” he says, the grip on your face tightening.

“suck my cock.” he tells you, hands moving to your shoulders to gently push you to your knees.

and you oblige, sinking to your knees and your fingers dance at the waistband of his grey joggers before rubbing him through the material.

“don’t tease.” he groans, throwing his hand back.

you begrudgingly pulls down his pants and boxers at the same time. suguru’s cock sprung out and hit below his belly button, it was flushed pink and had precum oozing from the tip.

you kitten lick the head, feeling it twitch against your tongue and tasting the saltiness.

“baby…” he moans, his breath hitching when he finally feels you wrap your pretty lips around it.

you take him as far as you can before wrapping one hand around the rest and squeezing lightly, while the other one massages his balls.

“fuuuck, so good for me…”

suguru’s hands frame the side of your head, using them to guide your spit-covered lips up and down his cock. he fucking loved it when you gave him head. always taking him as deep as you could, sputtering around his cock and swallowing every drop of cum down your throat.

and as much as suguru would like to cum down your throat right now, he’s already decided to save that for when he’s fucking the bratiness out of you.

“‘kay… baby, shit, i’m gonna cum… you gotta stop.” he warns you, but you continue on and quicken your ministrations. you take him as deep as you can, gagging around his dick and you feel it twitch in your mouth.

you knew he was going to be annoyed with you, but you continue to take him further until you finally feel the stutter of his hips, his melodic moans, and his cum down your throat.

“f-fuck! y/n!” suguru groans, his chest heaving until he pulls you off him. “you’re going to regret that.”

though the look on your face held little to no remorse. you grinned up at him, licking your lips then leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to the sensitive head of his cock.

“y’sure? i doubt that i am.” you taunt him.

next thing you knew, suguru is pistoning his thick cock into you unforgivingly, your arousal coating his length. he had you pushed up against the wall in the dining room, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly. 

you looked so beautiful. tits bouncing, tears lining the waterline of your pretty eyes and your skin was hot to the touch. his hands grabbed at the plush skin of your hips, grinding you down further on his cock and you sob at the feeling.

your nails scratched at the skin of his broad shoulders before you wrap your arms around his neck. your breasts pressed against his chest and his breath hitches as he feels your nipples brush against him.

“you about to cum, princess?” he coos at you, leaning forward to press open mouth kisses to your neck. “do it… cum on my cock, i want to feel you…”

he could feel your pussy clench around him tightly. he was hitting all of the right places in you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you swore you seen stars.

“su-suguru! oh my fucking god! m’cumming!” as you cum, your pussy squeezed his cock impossibly tighter and your vision blurs from the intensity. 

suguru rarely gave you enough time to recover before he sets your feet to the ground and you nearly feel your legs give out. his hands grab at your hips once again, manhandling you into turning around to face the wall.

as you feel his cock sink into you, you moan out once more and you ball your fists against the wall.

“feeling alright?” he whispers in your ear, wanting to make sure you were okay before starting again.

you nod your head, mumbling a quick ‘mhm’ then try to fuck your hips back onto him.

“words, baby.” he tuts.

“yes…now move.” you say, still being able to give him attitude while being fucked out.

“still being bratty, huh?” he scoffs, thrusting up into your cunt abruptly, making you cry out. “the only thing that's going to come out of your mouth is going to be those pretty, little moans, alright?”

“yes, suguru...”

"that's my girl."

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[angelsrcute]

7 WEEKS AND 3 DAYS. 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Scaramouche + Sub!FReader ➜ cws: angsty, toxic relationship, asshole scara, abuse, one sided love(?), kitchen sex, getting ghosted, unprotected sex, raw sex, manipulation, reader gets pregnant. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭‎ — I do not condone these actions irl, this mostly shows how the reader is in a toxic relationship but can't get out of it. Also this is my first time done this type of a lyric fanfic!!

Scaramouche, who wouldn't know him? He was a popular guy. Though he wasn't a nice guy, a delinquent. Had the worst friend group, and slept around a lot. Any girl would die to have a night with him. So what happens when he starts hanging around you? You brushed it off thinking he just wanted to have a good fuck with you. All your friends had warned you about him, how bad he was. You mostly ignored him. Detentions and parent calls, very normal for him, not like his parents cared. Doing drugs, partying, and bullying sometimes.

All my friends say "fuck you".

But could you ignore his sweet words? holding your hand as you two watched the stars. How could you ignore his promises as he kisses the back of your hand, you of course fell in love with him. Hands on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was passionate, not like some low effort kiss. Oh, how much you loved this man. That night you confessed to him, his face brightening up as he landed more kisses to your face. Laughing in his arms till your stomach hurt.

But I can't help but love you.

You let him into your house, even gave him a spare key. Went on dates, you forgot what everyone said about him. This is true love, he was nothing like the rumours. Daily texts and phone calls, missing each other even though you two meet daily. He even opened up to you, about his family. But once you both slept together, things started to change. You felt like he was spending less time with you. You thought it was because of how busy he was, you'd always stay awake at night, waiting for him to come back. You were so worried. He'd see your texts very late, whenever you asked to go out with him, he'd always make an excuse.

And even though you ran me out dry.

When he'd come home drunk, he'd sometimes hurt you, calling you a possessive bitch for questioning him so much. But would still apologise to you with tears in his eyes, promising he wouldn't do it again, cradling you like some child who's scared. You'd forgive him at the end, maybe he just had a bad day or was in a bad mood, it's alright, everyone has those types of days. It'd still happen, everytime. He got jealous very easily too, and wouldn't let you talk to other guys. Maybe now you're seeing his true colours, but he cherishes you so much, right?

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I swear this won't happen again, don't be scared okay? please."

I still think you're a decent guy, Why?

Hands wrapping around your waist as he leaves trails of kisses on your skin. Bending you over the kitchen counter, “Forget the food, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.” His cock thrusting into your cunt, it hurt, but you stayed quiet. He was never gentle with you, always leaving bruises. He shoots his load in your cunt, making you all warm and dumb.

On the rare days that he visited you, it would always lead to sex. You wonder if he sees you as nothing but an object. Silly thoughts, he's just showing you his love.

I should've caught him by his last name

You were pregnant, what a happy news. Maybe this will fix your relationship? You hoped so, desperately wanted him to look at you with the same eyes he once used to. Scaramouche never replied to you nor picked up your calls. Had he ghosted you? no this wasn't supposed to happen, he's just busy, right?

Tears fell from your eyes as you waited for your husband to come back, which he never did. Ah, what a dumb fucker you are, of course this was all a game. He didn't want to love a single person, he just wanted to have relief. What a shame your kid would never be able to see his father. Would he look just like scaramouche? You dreaded the thought.

You still believed that scaramouche loved you, at least you did, every moment.

It's been seven weeks and three days.

#dom character #sub reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #dom scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scara smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scara x y/n #scara x reader #scara x you #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 :: 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (ᵔ◡ᵔ) #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #scara angst #scaramouche angst

[flkwh0re]

emo!subby!Wanda being completely innocent and not understanding things and emo!fem!reader slowly corrupting her and introducing her slowly to degrading and dumbing Wanda down when they fuck to the point that reader barely has to do anything and Wanda is completely soaked and ready for reader constantly.

Dark Twisted Fantasy

Relatively dark content, read at your own risk!

Warnings: Corruption kink, dumbing down, manipulation, reader is a perv, mentions of past non-con touching, reader is mean to wanda a little bit, Dacryphilia, added some soft aftercare too.

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: Hope this fulfills your request! It was better but I accidentally clicked notification and it didn’t save so i started stressing out.. anyway hope you enjoy!!

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Night after night for the past month you had been sneaking into Wanda's room as she slept. Softly groping at her body until she woke up, and once she did you'd whisper the dirties words to her.

They made her mind race at night, during training, often distracting her through the day while trying to do something important. You flooded the poor woman's mind and she had no clue why she always felt so funny when thinking about you.

She had tried to watch porn, trying to figure out how the women in the videos got release. Wanda had never been sexually actively till you, she was just never familiar with the acts.

“Hey Wands.” You quipped happily, but there were so man evil intentions laced in your words. “Hi.” She murmured shyly.

You plopped down onto your stomach on her bed, looking up at her while your arm propped up your head. “Wanna do something? Watch a movie maybe?” She hesitated for a second, then nodded her head.

You grabbed her hand and took her to your room. The simple act of your hand in hers lit her core up. She was so nervous and excited to hang out with you one on one, little did she know your intentions.

You had picked out a rather provocative movie, one of which was about two women “Here Wands.” You said as you lifted the blanket, inviting her to cuddle up with you.

The movie was a slow burn, but once it got to the spicy bits, the sure as hell were spicy. You watched out of the corner of your eye, Wanda’s body tense at certain moments. The screen displayed a woman, her hands running along her body as she moaned the name of another woman.

“You ever done anything like that?” You whispered, your hot breath teasing at her ears. Her head shook, “N-no.” She knew she did, but how could she admit that to you? Especially when you were the reason.

“You mean to tell me, you’ve never touched yourself? You’ve never came?” The deep seductive words left your lips, her cheeks turning red. The lights in the room being dim would saved her, if it weren’t for the heat rising off her body.

Her thighs rub together as she tries to gain some sort of friction. She felt so embarrassed, here she was an absolute mess in your arms while watching some silly movie you chose.

“Need my help, hm?” You implored, as you watched her. Her head eagerly nodding, begging for your help. You coaxed her onto your lap, hands grasping at the soft swell of her ass. Your lips placing soft kisses along her jawline.

Your hands tugged off her shirt, one adored with the print of her favorite band. She begged you to go with her because she only felt safe with you.

That night you had realized just how much you had her wrapped around your fingers. She clung to you, everywhere you were she was.

After that night you had slowly manipulated her into thinking she needed you, up until this moment you had taken it slow with her. You knew she was a shy woman, but something in your demeanor changed. You had to into her head.

You palmed the soft flesh of her breast, tongue slipping over her perky pink nipples.The feeling was almost too much for her, it amazed you just how sensitive she really was.

You flipped her onto her back, your pelvis aligned with her core. You ground into her as you placed bruising kisses on her lips.

You tugged her shorts off, admiring the black panties she wore. You pressed your fingers against the wet material, her body twitching at the pressure on her clit.

“So wet.” You rasped, making her shudder. “I’m all you need isn’t that right baby?” She nodded. “Good girl, you’re mine. All mine, no one else can get rid of your icky feeling. Only me, isn’t that right?” She nodded once more.

You smiled at her and slipped her panties off, your tongue poked past your lips as you gave kitten licks to her clit. You plunged your fingers into her aching cunt, making her cry out.

You lips wrapped around her clit, sucking harshly at the nub while your fingers moved in and out of her at a brutal pace. It was all too much for the girl.

“Pl-please stop, s’too much.” She begged, and you quickly rose to your feet. Your hand gripped her jaw, squeezing it tightly. “You don’t get to make the calls, I do. You got that slut?” Your harsh words hammered her ears, causing hot tears to slip down her cheeks.

You almost pitied her, but you knew deep down this is exactly what she fantasized about you. Her dark twisted fantasy.

Your lips reattached to her clit, sucking once more. Fingers snapping into her weeping cunt, her taste was better than how you pictured.

You had spent your nights thinking about her in ways that would make the devil shudder. You had watched her through the cameras you had placed around, watching her try to make herself cum. Her name would always get past her lips, with no shame though.

You watched her in the showers, while she’d brush her teeth. You’d watch her as she’d sit at her desk listening to music, drawing something in her journal.

You had seen the journal left out on her desk one evening, and out of curiosity you took it. You found a lot about her, and the things she wanted with you.

That’s what started it all, the cameras, stealing her underwear and bras, and when you’d sneak into her room at night. You’d grope every inch of her flesh, but being so gentle she’d never know.

You’d repeat the video of you touching her body, over and over. You yearned for when you finally had her under your control, fully relying on you for her needs.

“I- I think I’m gonna c-“ She whined out, you cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. “Hush, just let go for me. Cum for me.”

You quickened your pace, your fingers slammed into her. Her cried of pleasure gracing your ears like a sweet melody. The sight of her dark eyeshadow running down her cheeks blessed your eyes.

She finally had come around to her orgasm, bliss filled her body. Her legs convulsed under you as you pumped your fingers through her orgasm.

Wanda shouted your name, and you swore it was the best sound you had ever lived to hear.

“Fuck Wanda, that was good wasn’t it?” She dumbly nodded her head, too fucked out to give you a solid verbal response. You smiled at her pitiful state, cooing her into relaxation.

Once she had calmed down, you lapped her remaining juices up. Moaning at her taste.

“Let me get you a hot bath going, okay?” She tried to answer, but couldn’t quite do it. You knew you’d never get tired of her in this state.

You carried her weak body to the tub, dipping her into the warm soapy water. You cleaned up her body, and washed her hair. Massaging at her tender flesh, trying to relieve her pain.

Once you finished helping her, you dressed her in your warmest clothes. Admiring the way she looked in one of your hoodies, it almost made you have her right there again.

You knew you had to control yourself, you didn’t want to scare her away.

Masterlist

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[artandshid]

*found this in my drafts and i was prob heartbroken when I read this lmaooo*

Eddie Munson didn’t do girlfriends, he didn’t do love outside of the platonic kind for that matter. Eddie loved girls, he loved sex, but the romantic bullshit just wasn’t for him. He didn’t have the money to pay for expensive dates, he didn’t have the maturity for a real relationship, and he didn’t even have anyone to bring a significant other home to. He had no family, I mean sure he had Uncle Wayne and Wayne was a great guy. But Wayne worked a lot and he was often grumpy when he came back from work, not the friendliest guy to meet. As a matter of fact, the only person in Eddie’s life who met Wayne was Y/n.

Y/n was someone very dear to Eddie. Y/n was Eddie’s fuck buddy, the girl that maybe he loved a little more than platonically, but most of all, Y/n was Eddie’s best friend.

The whole fuck buddy thing started after a horrible hookup on her end, and Eddie was certain that he could be better than whatever scumbag she went out with that night, and he was. He would never admit how proud he was of that, though.

Eddie is slightly aware of his feelings for his best friend, he’d never tell her, but he would be lying if he said her presence doesn’t make him feel better. That the sight of her doesn’t just have him turned on, but brings him a sense of inner peace. He knows what these feelings are, but he also knows that they’re wrong. People like Eddie don’t deserve to feel those feelings, especially towards someone as great as Y/n. So he’s just letting them be for now, because he knows that she’ll find better eventually and he’s going to be okay with that, because having her as his best friend is good enough.

“Oh fuck Eddie.” Y/n moans from underneath him, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Eddie rocks above her, panting and moaning the entire time. “Fuck babe I’m close, so fucking close. Oh shit, here I come babe.” He says as his eyes squeeze shut and he fucks his orgasm into her, her climax quickly approaching.

He pulls out and rolls next to her, both of them panting. They make eye contact and smile, both of their stomachs doing flips, neither one knowing about the other.

“We did good, huh?” Eddie says jokingly and pulls a cigarette out, offering her one, which she happily takes.

Y/n laughs out loud and lightly hits his chest, “Shut up.”

“No I’m serious, that was one of our best rounds yet.”

She laughs again, but slowly goes into a trance.

Eddie lightly shakes her shoulder, “What’s wrong y/n/n?”

You look him in the eyes and Eddie gulps, “Eds, I think I’m in love with you.”

Eddie freezes, even though he’s in love with you, he also knows that your feelings aren’t real. Maybe you guys have slept with each other too many times that you’re just getting confused. But you can’t love him and you can’t be in love with him. You’re far too good for him.

“Eddie please say something. Please tell me you feel the same way.”She now has tears in her eyes knowing that she’s going to lose him.

“Y/n, baby, you know I can’t. I’m sorry, but you’ve known me for how long, I’m not a relationship guy.” He says and he shrugs you off.

You look at him incredulously. To not reciprocate feelings is one thing, but to completely blow you off by saying ‘i’m not a relationship” guy after all of your history together, is what makes you mad. And the tone he said it in, too, like an arrogant prick.

“So that’s that? You can’t say anything else.” She says with tears now streaming down her face.

Eddie is feeling a lot of things right now and that’s never good. When he feels too much he gets overwhelmed and deals with it by being angry. He’s never been angry at her before, though, but seeing her cry, mixed with her “confession” and he’s still dealing with his feelings for her, Eddie is feeling more than overwhelmed.

“What else do you want me to fucking say? You’ve known me for how many fucking years? Never once have I done relationships, and you’re no fucking different. What did you think just because we have a bit of history it would make any difference.” He yells at her, taking another puff of his cigarette trying to calm his nerves.

“‘A bit of history’ is that what your chalking up our years of friendship to now? You never act like this with me, and I try to be honest with you and you just lash out on me? I’m your best friend, not some asshole at school, try treating me with a little respect.” She says, finally putting her clothes back on while he stay naked under the covers. Even with the clothes covering her, she’s never felt more exposed in her life.

“Respect?!” Eddie laughs out loud. “I just had you a moaning mess underneath me and you’re demanding respect?” He instantly regrets saying this at the pain on her face, but again, he won’t let her see that.

“You are such a selfish dick, I’m leaving.” She says and starts walking out with tears and mascara streaking her face.

“I may be selfish, but at least I didn’t sleep with my best friend and catch feelings, ruining years of friendship!” He yelled back even though she’s already almost out the front door. Now he’s not only selfish, but a selfish liar.

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[ratcash-wasgud]

Beach episode with loser!Mizu,,,, she's lurking under the shade while everyone else is out in the water having fun like the- well loser she is

i love beach episodes!!! wahhh!!!! (i know basically nothing about beach culture btw)

i think this will be the last loser!mizu for a while guys (a couple days, until i realize i can't write anythinng else, and crawl back to my pookie). I have so many unfinished drafts ugghh.

mdni :p

+audios !! okay enjoy.

You and Mizu have gone to a couple of "dates", which all were just hanging out at or around the aquarium. Oh, and you once came to watch one of her games, but that's it. It's a very confusing relationship in Mizu's eyes.

For a while she already thought you two were dating, but Akemi quickly educated her on the wonderful world of talking stages. That day, Mizu decided that talking stages were her worst enemies. How are you not her girlfriend yet? It's not fair.

Akemi and Taigen only seen you once, and they were both intoxicated, and Ringo hasn't even met you, only in passing, so it's obvious they'd want to meet the person their grumpy friend is spending most of her time with. So Akemi arranges a beach hangout, and starts bugging Mizu about bringing you along, with "Come onnn, don't you wanna see her in a bikini?" typa comments.

Mizu, even though the last time you hung out with Akemi and Taigen it turned out very much embarassing to her, gives in after a while.

After a brief text exchange which Mizu floods with horrible memes, just to ease her own anxiety, you say yes, and now here we are.

Mizu is setting up her little fortress of peace in the sand, which is a big, soft blanket with a parasol guarding her from the sun. Her usual shades sit on her nosebridge. Her choice of swimwear is made of a pair of dark blue swimming trunks with rubber ducks all over it, and a bikini top that looked eerily like her usual sports bra. You on the other hand were...running late.

Ringo sat down next to her and offered her a muffin from the big bag he packed full of food, while Akemi and Taigen started to splash eachother in the water.

"You're more quiet than usual." Ringo comments with a slight smile, munching on a muffin himself. Mizu sighs and takes a bite of hers.

"It's stressful." She says with a shrug. "We're close, very close...but somehow not close enough. Like...how do you ask someone to be your girlfriend?" Mizu says to her bestfriend, looking up at the big guy from under her shades.

Ringo purses his lips as she stares ahead, thinking about it. "Say..."Will you be my girlfriend?" I think that would work." Mizu facepalms.

"Well, yeah, obviously, dumbass." She says, throwing her head back with a groan. "But the other stuff. Like...atmospehere, timing, mood...and how do I know she likes me enough to make that step?" She rambles. "It's obvious I like her, I told her I loved her once! What if she thinks I'm desperate? I mean, yeah I am...but I don't want her to know."

Ringo looks back at her, like she just confused his little brain even more, which she did. "Then wait for her to ask?" He suggest, and before Mizu could answer and tell him that it would be a terrible idea, because what if you never ask, you arrive, almost on cue.

You are...indeed wearing a bikini. And Jesus Christ, Mizu's breathing almost stops alltogether. Yeah, she slept with you once, and saw more intimate parts of your body than your belly button and cleavage, but this is different. You have your heart shaped sunglasses covering your eyes. She remembers those glasses, and she can feel her stomach twist in a not-so-bad way. She gives you sublte little wave as you approach, but before you could get to her, Ringo raids you.

"Woah, hey! I'm Ringo! You must've heard a lot about me from Mizu, since I'm her number one friend! I'm sure we'll get along great!" He chirps excitedly. Mizu needs to hold back the urge to burry herself in the sand and never come out. But to her surprise, you just laugh.

"How charming! Hey to you too, Ringo." You shake his nub. Mizu noticed that you find a lot of things cute and charming that Mizu would find cringe or lame. Maybe because you're more easy going. You walked to Mizu's little fortress, and offered her a smile. "And hey to you, hermit." You chuckled, kneeling on her blanket. Miz could feel her heartbeat fasten, having you so close. She should've gotten used to it by now, but she was convinced she never will.

"Hey." She said with a small, almost unnoticalbe smile. "You look...good." She complimented you, her gaze falling to your breasts for half a second, but her shades were keeping her safe.

"Thanks. Got this one just a week ago." You say, slightly pulling at you bikini top's strap. "You don't look halfbad yourself." You say playfully, then grab a beachball from the mountain of bags placed next to the blanket. "You know how to play?" You look at Ringo, then back at her. Ringo nods enthuistacally, and Mizu shrugs. Of course she knows how to play. She is in the school's basketball team, she is very good at ball games, but she needs to stay humble. That's hot, right?

"We need one more player though to make it even." You say, and just like that, as if smelling a challenge, Taigen appears.

"Well, lucky for you," He starts, putting his fist on his chest. "The champion has arrived." Mizu rolls her eyes, and you just gasp dramatically. Akemi sits down on the blanket. "You go ahead, I'll be the judge I guess."

And with that, the match if the decade started. You were on a team with Taigen, and Mizu teamed up with Ringo. She wanted to be on the same team as you, but Taigen snatched you up first. That bastard.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're pretty." Mizu says, warming up her shoulders on the other side of the web.

"Complimenting me won't save your ass." You tease back with a wink.

"Wait, no, that's not what-" Mizu suddenly realized the meaning of her words, but before she could try and ramble herself out of it, the game started with Taigen serving. It went all well, since Mizu could block all of Taigen's hits, but when you were the one sending the ball her way? The woman froze.

Everyime you jumped up to hit the ball, your whole body bounced, especially that part that she couldn't take her eyes off of. The little victory punch you gave to the air after you scored, the way your hair stuck to your forehead because you started sweating, and the way you threw yourself at the ground to catch the ball last minute, making your soft body squish against the sand...it mesmerized Mizu.

It was obvious you took the game seriously, but sadly not as seriously as Taigen, who basically started beating his chest like a gorilla when he scored. The strategy was simple: Ringo would take your hits, and Mizu would block and eliminate Taigen's. It all went jolly for a good while of the game, until your bikini top slipped, revealing your underboob. You though nobody noticed, so you quickly pulled it back into place, But someone did notice. And that someone couldn't focus on anything else during the rest of the game.

The results came out with you and Taigen on top, but only by two points. It was infuriating as hell to watch Taigen give you a double high five, but you looked happy, and that made Mizu content. She was watching the scene, until Ringo nudged her.

"Now. Mood, and uh...vibe! All good. Do it now." He tried to whisper, but he was really excited. It took Mizu a moment to realize what he was talking about, and when she did, she gave him a determined nod. She marched to you, her cheeks burning, and a frown on her face that could be described as angry, but it was just a sign of her taking this seriously.

"You did good." She says, lifting her shades off her face, putting them up into her hair.

"Thanks. You two weren't bad either. You just decided to play against champions." You shrug playfully.

"So uh...I saw an ice cream booth over there. I could buy you one as a winning prize, or something." She offers, shoving one of her hands into the pocket of her swimming trunks. Her voice came out breathy, on one part from just finishing the game, and on the other...well...

"Free ice cream? Hell yeah!" You say enthusiastically, and get going. Mizu just follows you. Taigen stays there, looking confused for a second.

You stand there, staring at the different flavours of ice cream. "Mmm...I think I'll go with mint chocolate chip." You say, tilting your head, still considering it. "Or bubblegum!"

"You could get both." Mizu shrugs. You're very particular about your icecream, it seems. It's good to know. If she manages to score another date with you, she'll bring you to a pastry shop instead of an aquarium.

"Really? Awsome!" You celebrate to yourself. "What are you getting?" You ask, leaning closer to her. Mizu gulps.

"I'll just...have vanilla." She says, doing her damn best not to look at your lips that are so close. She whishes she could be on that level with you where casual kisses are a thing.

"Vanilla? Well that's a little...boring." You chuckle. "I think you'd like coconut." You say, pointing at the similar colored ice cream. The fact that you're comfortable enough to decide what could she like is so...so...

"Yeah, sure." Mizu shrugs again. She pays for the icecream, but doesn't start walking back to the others yet. "Here," She starts walking towards the part of the shore where big rocks could give some privacy. You follow her, kitty-licking your ice cream. That movement reminds her---fuck. Why is she acting like a hormone filled twelve year old?

As she stares at you while walking, you're staring at the water. She follows your gaze, and starts watching the water too. The waves and the foam splash against the sky, and the clouds hover above, now lightly pink and orange tinted from the sun almost setting.

Suddenly, you point at the sand: you spotted a jellyfish that got thrown out by the water. "Look!" You rush to it, and crouch down by it's side. "Do you think it's still alive. It's still wet."

"Yeah, like me when I'm near you." is what Mizu wants to say, but instead she just follows you. "I'dunno." You seem to worry about the jellyfish, which is...sweet. It's just a jellyfish to Mizu, but to you? It's already named Fred and has a twelve page backstory. Mizu, in an attemt to not let your mood get ruined, takes off her sunglasses, and places them on the jellyfish.

"Damn. I think he's still alive, he seems pretty fresh to me. Drippy, even." Mizu snorts, and you push her, making her land on her butt as you laugh with her.

"Oh my god...you're horrible." You say, your beautiful smile returning. Even if she landed on her ass, a win is a win. Mizu takes back her shades and throws the jellyfish back in the water.

Mizu then takes a deep breath. She looks at you, her blue eyes shining in the orange-ish light. She steps closer, and lightly takes your hand. She wants to make it seem like it's a casual thing, but her heart is drumming against her ribcage. She then pushes her already melting icecream close to your lips. "Wanna taste?" She ask.

You chuckle. She's adorable. You lean closer, and take a big lick off her treat. You notice that the white ice cream has already melted to her hand. You lightly take her wrist. "You're so messy." You say teasingly and start licking the ice cream off her fingers. Mizu's breath hitches as she watches your tongue work on her skin, licking her lips unconsciously.

"You're so fucking beautiful like that." She blurts out, her other hand coming up to gently cup your cheek.

You smile up at her, licking up the cone. That was the greenlight you needed. You move your head up, and push your lips against her. You taste like coconut, as she opens her lips, inviting in your tongue. Her hand lands on your hips, leading you more behind a bigger rock, away from the all the prying eyes. She lightly grips the soft tissue on your hips, her fingers cautiously wandering towards your ass as you devour her lips. She slowly pushes you against the rock. You already ate your ice cream, and her's is melted completely, it's soggy cone laying alone in the sand as her hands move up to cup your breasts.

"I wanted to do this ever since that stupid match..." She murmurs into the kiss, her finger's finding your nipples through your bikini top.

You grin against her lips, slowly exchanging positions until her back is against the rock. You run your finger's along her skin, feeling up the exposed muscles. Her abs basically guided your hand along to trace their shape, then guided your hand downwards. You undid her swimming trunks and got on your knees before her.

Mizu looks at you, almost hypnotized by how good you look on your knees. Before she could react, you pull her trunks down, and teasingly lick her folds. Mizu pushes her palm against her lips to silence the loud groan that wanted to escape her lips. You chuckled against her flesh, closing your eyes as you started to do your work. Mizu's long, slender finger's got lost in your hair, keeping your head in place as she chewed on the inside of her cheek to hold back her noise.

She mumbles you name over and over, her hips lightly bucking into your mouth. "F-Fuck...fuck, I love you..." She blurts out in a half moan, half whine. Is it the best time to say it? Not really. But is that stopping her? No. She is too filled with passion and her feelings are bubbling over the edge. "I have loved you...f-for so long...p-please..." She whines silently. "I...I-I want you t'be mine..so damn bad...oh God..."

You look up at her, her juices dripping down your chin. You then suddenly stick out your tongue, pushing it inside her walls. Mizu bites into her palm to keep quiet.

"You're so fucking cute..." You mumble into her, repeatedly pulling and pushing your tongue in and out. Your nose rubs against her clit, making it hard to keep standing.

"M'gonna cum...f-fuck, keep going..." Mizu groans, bucking her hips even more into your mouth.

You can feel her walls clench around your tongue as she reaches her climax, holding your mouth open so her juices basically slip down your throat withouth swallowing. After she comes down from her high, you pull away, wiping your lips with the back of her hand, pulling her swimming trunks back into place. You get up from your kneeling position and give her a sloppy kiss.

"D'ya mean it?" You murmur into the kiss, your arms wrapping around her neck.

Mizu's lost in the kiss. She doesn't even think about the fact that she should be freaking out right now. "Meant every fucking word...I want to be your girlfriend." She says, her hands hugging your waist.

And with that...Mizu returned home that day a taken woman. She listened to the playlists she made you (psst!), and somehow heard every song in a new light.

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[kennarose1108]

Rio x Reader (YOU SAVE HIS LIFE) Part 3

You woke up lying on your stomach and the blanket over your back, covering your naked body. You reached out to touch Rio but all you found was a cold and empty bed.

He had been gone for awhile.

You opened your eyes and shifted up in bed before letting out a yawn. You felt disappointed he wasn't in bed with you and most likely left the apartment but you shrugged off the feeling and started listing off the things you had to do today...

Take a shower, clean the house, go to the grocery store... Make a grocery list. It feels weird not working. Rio says you don't have to and being gone for over two months means you don't have a job anyway. One day, he gave you a card and told you to go nuts with it. Anything you wanted. But you mainly use it for necessities, you feel bad using it for anything else.

Just as you were going to get out of bed the door opened and Rio stepped inside. He smiled at you, "Hey mama." He says before walking over to you and kissing your head. "I have to go out today. I'm seeing my son." Rio says to you. You smile at him and nod... You completely forgot he had a son. Rio walks over to his side of the bed and grabs the airplane he had been working on for the last two months that was sitting on the nightstand.

"I won't be home until late." He says while shuffling through the drawer in the nightstand. "Why?" You ask while running your fingers through your messy hair. He didn't answer, which was odd. He always answered your question. You turned to look at him and saw him stuffing something into his pocket. You got a glance at it and you recognized it as the bullets you took out of him when he got shot by Beth... Beth...

"Are you seeing Beth?"

He didn't answer again, he just sighed deeply. "Rio-" "Does it matter?" You narrow your eyes. "Yeah... It matters." You say. He sighs again but decides to ignore you for now. He walks over to your side of the bed cups your face and kisses your lips slowly and sensually for a few seconds before he pulls back, "I'll see you later baby, okay?" He then moves away from the bed and heads towards the door. He opens it before freezing and looking at you, "Don't be upset. I'll make it up to you. Okay?" He says. You nodded and gave him a small smile before he left the room.

Your day went by smoothly... Other than the lingering thought of Beth in the back of your mind.

And he did in fact come home late. You didn't hear him come home until 3AM. You heard him rustle through the kitchen before making his way to the bedroom. You were pretending to be asleep and facing away from the door when he entered. You heard him shuffling around before he got into bed. But he did something that he never did... He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled your back against his chest. He buries his face into your shoulder and takes in your scent.

You were confused... Was something wrong?

"I know you're awake..." He mumbles into your neck.

You still don't say anything. You were just confused. He sighs deeply against you and holds you tighter. Yeah... There was something definitely wrong. "What's wrong?" You ask. No answer. After a few seconds, you decide to repeat yourself.

"Rio-" "Beth's pregnant."

Your heart stopped and your breath got caught in your throat. You knew they had slept together a few times as Beth told you when you were a part of her group. You knew she wasn't dead as he doesn't hurt children or pregnant women. You knew that. But... What now? Does this change anything? Is it Rio's or her husband's? Your mind was racing and your heart was pounding.

"If this is a deal breaker I-" "No." You don't even let him finish his sentence. It was insane to for him to even think that... Then it hit you. He was hugging you in bed because he felt like it was the last time he'd be able to hold you...

You shake your head before turning your head to the side to look at him. "Why would you even think that?" You ask. "Though it would be a dealbreaker..." He mumbles. "You think her being pregnant is a dealbreaker but not you killing her?" You say before letting out a chuckle. You turn your body around so you are facing him, "I'm assuming you're a possible father..." You ask. He nods slowly.

"But she's full of it." He says with contempt in his voice. "Once she gets an ultrasound I'll end it." He says. "You think she's lying?" "I know she is." He says. His thumb rubs circles into your hip giving you a fluttery feeling in your chest.

He moves the hand on your hip to brush the hair on your face behind your ear. "But... Let's ignore that now. I want to spend time with my girl." He says before pulling you into a tight embrace. You enjoy how he held you as he usually didn't in bed, it made you feel safe and comforted. Even after you had sex he didn't cuddle much. He let you rest your cheek on his chest and he had his arm loosely around you but that was it. He just wasn't a cuddly type of man.

But... Maybe this changed him because he...

Liked it.

He actually liked it. He even felt himself dozing off as he held you. He even felt comforted with you in his arms. You were changing him...

Maybe even for the better.

PART 4?

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[wandaslittlelove]

Destined Part 4

Warnings: Reader is pregnant, Start of Stockholm syndrome

The following days and week had almost been torture. It was like I could feel that I was pregnant (which she probably could) and ever since she had been even more possessive and obsessive. I was no longer allowed to go outside, or cook, or anything really. 

Anytime I would try to do anything even something as simple as going to the bathroom turned into her being right behind me. When she would leave to go to her castle she would magically lock all the doors and leave little lunch boxes with food for me saying that she would be home for dinner and to be careful and not to do much.

When I slept I could feel her light touch as she gently rubbed my stomach whispering small words such as “my boys” “I love you” and other things. 

As I got further into the pregnancy stages, the more excited she got. She started talking about taking family photos and how she can’t wait to raise her boys again. 

She explained to me that when she created them with vision they never actually had any of his “DNA” that when she created them she was thinking of me and that she could see some of my features in them. 

She told me about how we would be the perfect family and that she would take care of all of us. That she would give us whatever we need. And for some reason this made me feel comforted?

I don’t know what I feel anymore. Anytime I look at her I get butterflies in my stomach but also the sickening feeling because of what she has done. My mind constantly wanders to strange and America and if they're okay.

Wanda tells me that once I have the boys I can start going outside again and that when they're a little older and ready for school she's going to move us to a beautiful little town. She tells me that she’ll make sure the house is able to have a little flower garden for me and that it'll be close to Nat's grave so that we can show the boys their aunt. I can’t help but imagine all of this. The life I could have with her. With our boys.

God I need to leave this place or just go outside. Any longer with her and I might find myself falling in love again….

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[lustnhim]

დ︎ “can’t sleep?” — elvis x fem! reader დ︎

note: lisa-marie is aged up + divorced elvis / summary: you’re lisa-marie’s best friend and you come over for a sleepover- but you can’t help but notice her dad has taken a liking to you… / warnings: MDNI, legal age gap (19 - 37), no actual sex, fingering, elvis calls reader “lil girl”, lisa-marie in the other room, pretty much my first fic in over a year, prob typos.

You tossed and turned in the makeshift bed Lisa-Marie had made for you on her floor. Perhaps your inability to fall asleep was because of the nervousness that had lingered in your stomach since you arrived. This was your first sleepover, and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the fact you were 19 and had never slept over at someone's house before. Staring at the ceiling you contemplated what to do. Truth be told the floor was killing your back despite the mass amounts of covers and pillows Lisa-Marie had fixed up for you. Leaning up you looked around the dimly lit room at Lisa-Marie, who was sound asleep. Carefully you stood up, walking on your tippy toes to the door, careful not to wake her. Perhaps going downstairs and getting something to drink would ease your mind.

Carefully walking through Graceland to the kitchen, you flicked on one of the lights and opened the fridge, looking around for anything to drink. Beer, juice, water, milk- none of which you wanted. “Whatcha doin’ up so late?” You heard a voice say from behind you, causing you to jump and spin around. Quickly shutting the fridge door you gripped your chest. “Good god, Mr. Presley, you scared me to death.” You exclaimed, your breathing heavy and your voice shaking. Elvis laughed softly, his chest moving up and down a bit. His pajama top was unbuttoned slightly, his chest hair peeking out. You felt your cheeks flush, you were wearing a flimsy pink nightgown, he must think you look ridiculous.”I-I’m sorry Mr. Presley, I couldn't sleep and I came down here to get something to drink but-” You explained, but Elvis cut you off with a shush. “You ain’t gotta apologize…I couldn't sleep either..” He smiled at you, causing your worry to subside a bit. “Hows about we go upstairs?” Elvis suggested. You paused for a moment, a little bit confused. “Alright..Sure, just till’ I get sleepy.” You replied, looking up at Elvis, a smirk spreading across his face. He turned around and motioned you to follow him.Tip-toeing upstairs to Elvis’ room you were careful to watch Lisa-Marie’s door, although you weren't too sure why you were worried for her to wake up. Elvis was already in the room, sitting on the lavish bed. “Come take a seat lil’ girl…” he said, patting beside him. Nervously you sat down, your heart was pounding against your chest.

As you settled onto the plush bed, Elvis leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Dontchu just looks real purty in that nightgown..” He teased. Elvis wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, and you could feel the warmth of his body through his thin pajama top. "Ya know, I’ve been lookin’ at you since you came..” he confessed, stroking your hair gently. A shiver ran down your spine, both frightened and intrigued by his admission. "What do you mean?" you asked hesitantly, trying to maintain eye contact with his piercing blue eyes. Elvis chuckled, running his fingers down your cheek. "You know what I mean honey..” he murmured, his grip tightening ever so slightly. A wave of confusion washed over you, but you remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Elvis leaned in closer, his lips grazing your ear as he continued, “How about, we do something’ that’ll make you sleepy..” His hand slid down your side, grazing the hem of your nightgown, and you instinctively flinched. "Please…" you whispered, your voice barely audible. Elvis didn't bother listening to you. Instead, he pulled you tighter, whispering, "Darlin, I won't hurt you. Just relax." And with that, he began to massage your thigh, his calloused fingers causing a mix of discomfort and desire within you. As the minutes passed, Elvis's hands wandered further up your leg, his thumb brushing the edge of your panties. You tried to squirm away, but he held you firmly in place. "You ever been touched before?," he asked, his voice husky. Shaking your head no you heard a small chuckle escape him. Your breathing became heavier, and you closed your eyes, you felt like you were dreaming. Elvis's hands continued to explore,his fingers teasing the sensitive skin between your legs, his fingers rubbing circles around the edges of your underwear. Your eyes fluttered open, staring deep into his mesmerizing gaze. "You want me to touch ya..?" he asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face. You nodded, unable to form words, feeling the heat spread throughout your body. Elvis took advantage of your vulnerability, slowly sliding your panties to the side and revealing your wetness, running two fingers across your slit. He grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Elvis let out a satisfied hum, before quickly moving you over onto his lap facing him. Looking at you, his fingers teasing your entrance. You gasped, your breath hitching as his fingers pushed themselves in. You felt yourself squeeze around him, a strange feeling building in your tummy. You couldn't help but lay your head on his chest, hiding your face as his fingers moved in and out of you. Small whimpers escaped your mouth as he shushed you quietly. “Good lord, honey..you're squeezing my fingers.” Elvis said in your ear, causing goosebumps to cover your skin.

As he continued to thrust his fingers into you, you found yourself becoming overwhelmed, reaching up to grasp the fabric of his pajama top, tugging on it gently. "Do you like that, lil' girl?" he asked, his voice low. You nodded, unable to find the words to express the pleasure you felt. Elvis chuckled, his fingers speeding up as he watched you writhe beneath him. "Ya gonna cum for me lil’ girl?” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your neck. His tongue trailed down your throat, his lips soft and warm as he explored the sensitive skin there. You moaned softly, arching into him as his fingers slid deeper within you, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit. “M’ gonna..” You blabbered grabbing onto Elvis’ shoulders as you came on his fingers. Elvis pulled his digitsfrom your quivering core, a pleased smirk on his face. He kissed your forehead tenderly, wiping his fingers haphazardly on your nightgown. "There, there," he murmured, stroking your back. "That should help you fall asleep." Your body trembled in his arms, your heart racing wildly. You could hardly believe what had just happened. Yet, there was an undeniable warmth spreading through you - a mixture of shame and excitement. "Thank you, Mr. Presley," you managed to say, your voice shaking.

He simply smiled, "Just Elvis, sweetheart.”

part two <3

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[zepskies]

Hey loved your Sam having a crush on Dean's gf! I was wondering if I could request the flipped version where Dean has a crush on Sam's gf 😏😏

Oh my God, hun! 🫢

The way I didn't even contemplate this!! But it's so delicious...

(And thank you for reading that Dean imagine! It was angsty, but oh so fun. 😘)

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Word Count: 1,300

Imagine: Dean gives you an impossible choice.

Dean hates this. He hates it more than anything.

He hates the look of you, all soft curves and smiles that brighten your eyes. Your hair looks even softer.

(He wants to tangle his fingers in it, tight, until your voice echoes in his ear.)

He hates that you bake cookies on Saturdays. (He also hates that you're learning how to make pies, just because he mentioned off-handedly that you should try. If your snickerdoodles are this good, he can only imagine what you could do with some cherry filling.)

He hates that you greet him, every morning, without fail, with a hand on his shoulder and asking how he's slept. (Even better if you'd joined me, he thinks.)

And then his mind gets truly creative, imagining all the ways he could make you lose sleep. All the ways his hands and tongue could get creative, tracing the contours of your body.

He hates all of that too.

But what he hates most of all?

That you're Sammy's girl.

Sam's known you longer, since college. The two of you reconnected after the second apocalypse diverted. Or was it the third one? Dean's lost count at this point.

So you're smart. Sam studied Latin, but you studied Greek and Spanish, and even symbology. You consider yourself a linguist -- a fact that had Dean grinning from the moment he met you...

But as many times as he made you blush and smile with his charm and a well-placed joke, it was Sam who hooked you with one of his dimpled smiles and asking you for help on a case.

You'd agreed, for him. The two of you bonded over your nerddom, with heads bowed over ancient texts and shared personal history, and Dean tried not to feel like an outsider.

And yet, even when you fell for his brother. Even when you moved into the bunker, taking up his counter space with your ridiculous baking appliances. Even when you doted and touched and kissed and promised Sam more with your eyes, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that he'd missed his chance.

So Dean backed off. He made excuses not to be around you and Sam when it got too much for him. Had to ignore the way his stomach churned (and maybe his heart clenched too).

...Until his chance comes. He sees it.

He's also a bit drunk.

"Aw, Dean. You okay?" you ask, picking up a large, empty bottle of whiskey by his hand, which still holds a fifth of a glass.

"Oh, I'm good," he replies, raising his brows with a smile. "I'm real good."

You snort with a laugh. He smirks at the sound; he would never admit it, but a small part inside him always swells with warmth when he makes you laugh.

You bring him a glass of water with just a few cubes of ice. You know he doesn't like it packed to the top. "Drink this."

"What's the magic word?" Dean teases, even as you take the glass tumbler out of his hand.

You then sit next to him at the kitchen table and offer him a wry smile, resting your chin in your hand while your elbow rests on the table. "Please, will you hydrate yourself?"

"Already did," Dean remarks.

"Dean," you say, more seriously gesturing to the water. "Please."

He hesitates. But seeing your face, he finally rolls his eyes and dutifully sips at the tall glass of water.

You reach out for his shoulder. His inebriated gaze is drawn to your hand, the smooth skin of your arm, and back to your face that shows soft concern.

"You don't drink like this unless something's on your mind," you say.

Dean falters. When did you get to know him so well?

"What, a man can't drink alone anymore?" he says wryly.

"He can, but he's gonna have to spill his guts sooner or later," you smirk. Dean grimaces at the image. Suddenly the Jameson sloshing around in his gut doesn't feel all that nice. But the longer he looks at you, the worse he feels.

"Trust me, you don't wanna know," he says. He gestures, with the hand that holds his glass, up at his head. "'S not for newcomers."

"Yeah, but I'm not a newcomer, am I?" you quip.

Dean can't help it. He stares at your face. Your damn perfect face. Perfect for him.

His heart clenches with the pain of guilt. With thoughts he shouldn't have. How he'd rather slit his own wrists than hurt his little brother. Not like this, for fuck's sake.

But Dean's got a problem. It's eating him down to the bone.

He wants you. He really wants you. More than he's wanted anything in so long...

"You really wanna know?" Dean asks. His voice is both a rumble and a coarse whisper. His green-eyed gaze falls to your lips.

For your part, you suck in a subtle breath. Your eyes widen, and your body's frozen, suspended in time.

You stare back at Dean's handsome face, overgrown with stubble, like he’s forgotten to shave. And you finally know what he's been hiding for the past few months. Why he sometimes ducks out when it's supposed to be the three of you, hanging out, watching a movie, sharing a pizza, being friends and family all at once.

You sometimes thought Dean had something against you, no matter how many times Sam has said, "That's not it." With one of those pensive looks on his face.

Like he knows something you don't, and just doesn't want to speak it into existence.

But then, Sam would distract you with his hand stroking your cheek. A kiss to your lips, sweet, but with urgency. You like that about Sam. You even love that about him -- how he can be both kind and considerate, but passionate in his affections.

But now, you stare at the eldest Winchester's face. You don't even know what you're thinking.

Dean sees the blush staining your cheeks.

He leans in, slowly. He’s mere inches away from finding out how sweet you really are.

He hears your shallow breath. His eyes flick up to yours, briefly capturing you again. You smell whiskey on him, but it doesn't completely drown out his cologne. His Deanness.

You can feel your face heating up further, down to your neck. What the fuck is happening right now?

"Tell me no," Dean says. Tell me to stop, or I swear to God...

"Dean, what..." you whisper. But that's not a no.

Still, he can't. He just can't do it. Not to Sam.

Dean just reaches out with a hand to soothe a gentle thumb across your cheek. He realizes then that he loves you. He loves you enough to let you go, if he has to.

"It comes down to this," Dean says. His voice is deep, full of grit and desire. You can see it in his eyes. He sees the conflict in yours.

He swallows. His heart is pounding against his ribcage, but he uses every ounce of self-restraint he has left, forcing his hand to fall away from your cheek.

"You've got two choices, sweetheart," he says. And he pulls away, leaving you there at the table.

Dean doesn't know it, but your heart is about to burst just like his. What the hell! How could he do that? Why...

But you realize then, holding a hand to your wildly beating, guilt-ridden, confused heart.

You never told him no.

AN: I love Sam, don't get me wrong. But because I'm unequivocally a Dean girl, I had to leave it a bit ambiguous. 😏

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Here's the requested sequel to this, in which you have to make a choice (contains both Sam and Dean endings):

Imagine: Choosing him.

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[ssareids-coffee]

wet dreams

eddie x best friend!reader

sleeping next to each other was not unusual for y/n and Eddie, but what he didn’t expect was to wake up to her grinding on this thigh during a particularly good dream.

content: smut (18+) perv!eddie, dry humping, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (pls wrap it irl)

Eddie groaned in annoyance as you wiggled around next to him in what he assumed was a desperate attempt to get comfortable, waking him from a deep sleep. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for you both to squish yourself into his single bed after a night of smoking weed and watching shitty movies, but you were usually such a deep sleeper that he never had any problems sleeping next to his best friend. Slowly waking up, he opens his eyes ready to shove you and tell you to cut it out but he froze. There you were, laying on his bed in his shirt which had rode up round your stomach giving him the most sinful view of your thighs which were wrapped tightly around one of his legs. Eddie couldn’t deny that he had thought about you in ways he wasn’t meant to think of his best friend, fucking his hand while he imagined it was your lips wrapped around him on more than one occasion. Sometimes even having to excuse himself to the bathroom to relive himself while you were hanging out as you made him so hard without even trying. Before he could do anything you bucked your hips onto his thigh, pulling a breathy moan from your lips- a noise which went straight to his cock. He couldn’t tear his eyes as you continued to rock yourself against him, mumbling and moaning incoherently. He felt filthy watching you like this but he was so hard he was sure he was going to die and you just looked so perfect getting yourself off on his thigh.

“Eds” you mumbled breathlessly, still grinding against him as you slept “So good Eds, fuck, don’t stop” Eddie felt his cock twitch in his boxers, unable to hold back the groan that left his mouth when he realised that you weren’t just having a dirty dream but you were having one against him. The sudden noise pulled you from your slumber, opening your eyes to find Eddie staring at you- pupils blown, flushed cheeks and painfully hard. Looking down too see what you have your legs wrapped around was in fact him, you put the pieces together.

“Eds, fuck i’m so sorry i-“ you began, desperately trying to come up with some excuse for the fact that you had been riding his thigh while you slept and fuck did it feel good.

“No, don’t apologise- shit y/n i think i’m dreaming” he laughed breathlessly as you looked up at him curiously “Not only were you grinding on my thigh like that but fuck you moaned my name”

“I-I”

“Do you want this?” Eddie whispered, running his thumb over your parted lips slowly “Because we can just pretend this never happened, like it was some kind of weed induced episode but right now you have made me the hardest i have ever been in my life- shit”

“I want this, god Eds please kiss me” grabbing the side of his face, you quickly attached your lips to his. Kissing him was even better than you thought it would be, tangling one hand in his messy hair as the other started tracing his tattoo-littered chest. You heard Eddie groan under his breath, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him, causing you to grind further down on his thigh in the process. You moaned into his mouth, gently biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck, your gonna be the death of me angel, I can feel you soaking through my sweats onto my thigh” he laughed breathlessly “Tell me what you were dreaming of”

“I-Eds” you began, cheeks flushing at his demand.

“Don’t get shy on me now, you were riding my thigh and i wanna know what got you so hot and bothered”

“You, shit, i was dreaming about your fingers, with those rings just touching me” you whimpered as he licked a long stripe up your neck before gently nipping at it.

“Knew you were always too interested in my hands playing guitar, thought it was just wishful thinking” catching your lips in another kiss. Slipping your tongue into his mouth you deepened the kiss, placing both your hands on his chest and pushing him flat on his back so you were straddling him.

“Jesus christ” he groaned when you gently ground down on his cock. Pulling away, much to his dismay, you sat up and slowly pulled off your shirt leaving you in nothing but a pair of black panties. Eddies breath caught in his throat- he couldn’t fucking believe it. Reaching his hands slowly up your stomach to your tits before grabbing them forcefully.

“Been wanting to touch these since you came back from that holiday with them” he moaned, relishing in the way you pushed your chest into his hands when he flicked your nipples, practically begging him for more. He sits up, pressing your bare chest to his as he grabs the back of your head pulling you in for a kiss. Your both groaning breathlessly into each others mouths, making out with the passion of years of unresolved feelings and tension. You couldn’t help yourself, desperately grinding down on Eddies hard cock through his sweats as his hands found your ass and squeezed hard.

“Gotta touch you, wanted this for too long and shit, your gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep doing that”

“Maybe i wanna” you smirk into the kiss, grinding down on him a little harder. It was although this awakened something in Eddie, flipping you over so you were on your back with him propped up on his arms over you. He began kissing and biting down your neck, surely leaving marks but neither of you cared. Bucking your hips desperately into the air, searching for some kind of relief, you could feel him smirk as he continued his assault on your neck. Quickly he moved his mouth to your nipples, biting them between more gentle licks and pulling obscene noises from you.

“You. Sound. So. Perfect” he groaned between kisses on your chest. Slowly he traced his ring covered hand down your stomach and towards your aching pussy. You were thanking your lucky stars that he fell asleep too quickly to remove his jewellery as the way the cool metal felt on your body was so good.

“How attached are you to these panties” Eddie asked breathlessly.

“Not very, why- fuck!” as soon as your replied he tore your panties off your body, throwing them somewhere in his dark room. He was looking at your pussy like a man starved, transfixed with how you were glistening at him as though inviting him inside. Running his fingers down your soaking pussy Eddie thinks he must be in heaven, desperately trying to take in every last detail of this moment, of you. He gathers some of your wetness on his fingers before plunging two inside of you, making you cry out his name. Moving his fingers in and out of you quickly, curling his fingers up desperately trying to find your sensitive spot. Eddie knows he has found it when you start shaking, incoherent noises falling from your mouth with his name, he could not bring himself to stop even if he wanted too. The way his ring covered fingers looked inside you, the way you sounded, it was all too inviting. Slowly, he leant forward and attached his lips to your clit, sucking lightly. This was all it took to tip you over the edge, your walls fluttering around him as your thighs closed around his head. Your orgasm rippled through you, grinding on his face to ride it out as you cried out his name.

“Shit, you just squirted on my face” Eddie pants, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“I-I have never done that before. I didn’t think i could” you reply, voice still shaky from your orgasm. “Please can i touch you” reaching forward to touch him through his sweats.

“God as much as i want you too i just need to be inside you right now” taking off the remainder of his clothes he then crawled back onto the bed, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a box of condoms.

“Shit im out” he groaned, throwing the empty box on the floor.

“Don’t care just need you inside me Eds” bucking your hips up to meet him, your pussy grazing his cock.

“Fuck- are you asking me to fuck you raw?” you nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed before sliding into you in one quick motion making you both cry out. He couldn’t bare being gentle right now, all the years of pent up sexual tension and the nights he had imagined this had left him absolutely feral. Relentlessly pounding into you, he lent forward to capture your lips in a kiss- tongues fighting for dominance as you whimpered into his mouth. Desperate for more, you lifted one leg over his shoulder, the new angle causing you both to moan loudly.

“God, im so deep, shit, your so tight and warm” he growled “Never gotta fuck someone raw before and jesus christ am i glad it’s you”

“Eds! Shit! Right there!” using your other leg to pull him further inside you he continues fucking you as though his life depends on it and god did he think it did. It wasn’t long before you were close, he could feel your pussy squeezing his cock in the most sinful way and he was a gonner.

“Eds, fuck i’m cumming!” you screamed, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss as you rode out your high.

“Shit, so close, where do you want me to cum? Tits or tummy?” gripping onto your chest and squeezing your nipples.

“Inside”

“Oh fuck- inside?”

“Make me yours please” you pleaded, incoherent noises falling out your mouth along with his name. That was all it took, Eddie painting your walls with his cum. He pulled out of you, looking in awe at his cum dripping out your pussy before laying down next to you. Rolling over to face you he is met with your messy hair, rosy cheeks and a fucked out look on your face. He loved you, he always had and fuck was he worried that he had messed this up.

“God i’ve done this all the wrong way, i like you- no i love you and i wanted to do this properly and take you to dinner-“ you cut him off with a kiss, gently brushing his cheek.

“I love you, always have Eds”

“Be mine?” he asked, hand gently stroking your arm as he waited for a reply.

“I have always, always been yours” he pulls you in for another kiss, grabbing you by the hip to pull you closer.

“Stop im all sticky and sweaty” you laugh, playfully shoving him.

“Let’s go shower it off then”

“As if i could say no to more of that” stumbling out of bed and to his bathroom, neither of you felt quite as content before.

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[fr3sh-tragedies]

Good Luck Charm

[Arcane] Jinx x Female Reader

Summary: Jinx has been told she's a mistake and a...well, a jinx her whole life, which is why it's such a surprise when you tell her she's your good luck charm.

Word Count: 3.09k Content Warnings: A small breakdown Category: Angst + Heavy fluff || Oneshot

[A/N]: Not proofread. Just wanted a quick break in between characters again. I couldn't stop myself from writing for this dork, especially after seeing the teaser for season two.

Enjoy!

 “Alrighty, toots, I think I’m gonna head to bed. You wanna come with, or you gonna stay up a bit longer?” You turned your head over to glance at Jinx, watching as she repeatedly turned her chair partially back and forth with her eyes fixed on you. Smiling warmly, you shrugged. “Well, I’m not tired just yet, and I wanted to finish this book,” you started, watching from the corner of your eye as she seemed to slump down at your words already. “But I can just keep reading in bed.”

Jinx stood and let out a small cheer, trotting over to you and gently taking ahold of your wrist to tug you toward the bedroom you often crashed in. Ever since you had grown close to the “loose cannon” of the undercity, things in your life had rapidly changed. It started off simple – you would spend far more time hanging out with her than anyone else. Then, as things started to develop between the two of you, you began staying the night almost every night with Jinx cuddled up against you as you slept. Even when she couldn’t sleep, you could feel her arms wrapped around your shoulders while she traced random patterns against your skin.

When Jinx had told Silco of your relationship, you feared the worst, already preparing to write your will or find a way to escape his wrath. Surprisingly, though, he was rather accepting. When you asked Jinx about it in private, she told you she believed it was because he had seen how happy she had been ever since you showed up. A few days later, her theory was confirmed when Silco had called you into his office to set rules about dealing with Jinx and her issues with trust.

He warned you that Jinx could get extremely clingy and would get overprotective of you, which you had already noticed she had begun to do, so you simply nodded. He continued to speak of things such as her hallucinations and wish to keep her past a secret. You agreed to all of the terms he had set to be with his daughter, unaware of the figure stationed above you on her usual platform. Her eyes were trained solely on you, legs swinging back and forth as she let herself rest on her stomach. With her head cradled in her palms, a wide grin made its way to her lips as you calmly agreed to take care of her.

It seemed, however, that she had done the opposite, meaning she seemed to take care of you more than the other way around. More often than not, if you were outside of her hideout, it would come across more as possessive than anything. She’d blurt out insults and impulsively pick fights with people who threatened or flirted with you.

Once they realized who they were dealing with, they backed off instantly. The few poor souls who decided to test their luck suddenly went missing, as well as Jinx for a short time, and then were never seen or heard from again. You had learned to come to terms with her reckless and apathetic behavior towards outsiders rather quickly.

“Trinket? Hello? You in there, or… did ya leave this planet?” You blinked, glancing back over at the blue-haired girl as she waved her hand in your face.

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about what’s going on in my book. I’m near the end, so everything is getting chaotic.” She snickered and hooked her arm around your shoulders as she led you into the bedroom. “Ah, then you’ll have to let me borrow that book sometime. You know I love a bit of chaos. Or a lot of it.” You smiled at her and rolled your eyes, playfully bumping against her and earning another chuckle.

As she plopped down to sit in her spot on the bed, she watched you silently while you flipped your book back open and sat on the other side of the mattress. Once you had leaned back against the pillows, it didn’t take long before you felt a head land gently on your shoulder. A quick look down let you know Jinx had already bundled up under the covers and shuffled over to cuddle against you for the night. With weary eyes, she peered down at the pages of your book, briefly skimming over the short excerpt of the story she could see.

Soon after, she let out a yawn and tucked her head further against your neck. “G’night, sweets. Love you.” You beamed down at her and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head. “Love you too, hun. Sleep well.”

By the time you had finally woken back up the next day, Jinx had already been up for a few hours. She hadn’t left the bed, but she was tracing patterns and words into your arms and back. When you shifted and yawned, she smiled and perked up rather quickly, sitting up in her spot and peeking down at you. Once you had rolled over to look her in the eye, her grin only grew. “Mornin’, toots. Did you sleep well?” You nodded and sat up, yawning again.

“Yeah, what about you?” She shrugged and toyed with the hem of your sleeve. “Eh, I slept okay. I got kinda restless after a while and woke up, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

You nodded at her words. After a while of you trying to keep your eyes open, you felt Jinx lean against you and tug you close. “I don’t wanna leave to go work on those stupid experiments,” she confessed with a frown. “I just want to stay in here with you. I wish I could come down with you to your job instead.” With a small smirk, you raised a brow and glared over at her. “Oh? And why’s that?” She smirked back at you and slipped her hand down to lace your fingers with her own. “‘Cause I could keep you safe. I could beat up all the pervs that keep trying to get their nasty paws on you.”

A gentle chuckle escaped you as you pulled her further into your side. “Yeah, that’s what makes you my good luck charm. Nothing seems to go wrong for me when you’re near.” You had expected another teasing remark of some kind, though nothing came. Instead, you were greeted with silence. After a while of not receiving any kind of acknowledgment of what you had said, you looked down at Jinx. You blinked in surprise when you saw her gazing right back up at you, eyes filled with a concoction of emotions that couldn’t seem to even out.

Her brows furrowed together. One moment, she seemed confused, and the next, she seemed upset or in disbelief. Similarly to her eyes, her eyebrows couldn’t focus on which emotion to express.

“Uh, hun? You okay?”

“What’d you call me?”

“What?”

“What did you call me?”

You continued to stare at her, unsure of what you were supposed to say. “I called you ‘hun.’” She shook her head and lifted it from your shoulder to be eye level with you. “No, before that. What did you call me before that?” It took a moment for you to recall what you had said a mere moment ago. The confusion of the new situation had made it hard to wrack your memory. “‘My good luck charm?’”

She was silent for a few minutes, which felt like hours with how thick the tension had grown.

“You think I’m lucky? That I’m a lucky charm to you? Do you really think that?”

An uneasy smile and chuckle left your lips. “Well, yeah, of course I do. I mean, I always love being around you, and because of all you do for me, everything seems to go right when you’re around. You really are like a being of good luck to me.”

She seemed troubled at that, which certainly was not what you had expected. Tears welled up in her eyes and prompted them to grow glossy, though she fought them back. “But – no, I’m not lucky. I’m, I mean, my name is “Jinx” for goodness sake! I’m not good. I’m a horrible person. I mess everything up. How could you possibly believe that I’m a good luck charm? I don’t understand.” You felt your nerves spike, recognizing that she was at the beginning stages of another episode. “Woah, hey,” you whispered, placing a hand softly on her shoulder in an attempt to ground her back into reality before she could fly too far away from the present.

“No, I’m not lucky, I’m a Jinx. I’m the opposite of lucky – I’m unlucky. I didn’t – no, please, I’m not. No, shut up! She’s not trying to – stop it already!” Unintentionally, you leaned back, making sure to keep your hand in place. It seemed like Mylo had taken over again, throwing insult after insult at her and flooding her mind with false realities.

“Love, I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” She glared at you, eyes fixed on you in front of her, though she seemed to be staring so far away. Her eyes flickered as though she were reading some sort of script, incoherent mumbles rolling off her tongue. “No, you shouldn’t be… you didn’t – shut up! You shouldn’t be the one apologizing!”

You remained silent, waiting for the right time to chime in as Mylo continued to torment her. Although you had no idea what he was telling her, you could get a general idea based on the few words you could make out in her sputtering.

It took forever, but she ultimately calmed down, panting for breath and clutching handfuls of hair. When she came back to her senses, she found you holding both of her hands to prevent her from tearing her strands out again. Sometime in between her episode and her break into reality, she had begun copying your breathing the way you had helped her practice each time she had gone through it in the past. At length, she sighed and let her eyes bore down into her lap.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

Softly, you cupped her face in your hands and lifted her head up to look her in the eye. She shifted her focus away from you, unable to meet your gaze. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m not mad.” The feeling of the pads of your thumbs grazing across her cheeks to wipe her tears away brought her a feeling of relief. Her tense shoulders drooped down after she sighed once again.

Moments passed. She finally forced herself to meet your eye. “Did you really mean it?” She whispered with a broken tone. “That you think I’m lucky?” You nodded with a weak grin. Again, tears pricked her eyes, though she leaned forward and buried her face in your shoulder before they could fall. Her arms lifted from her sides, hands grasping at the back of your shirt as she sucked in multiple shaky breaths.

“I’ve always thought you were lucky.”

Weeks had passed since you had started referring to Jinx as your good luck charm, then it shifted into months, and your list of nicknames began to grow. It became a common occurrence for her to hear you call her “lucky charm,” “charmer,” or even “bluebird.” It seemed as though you were shifting to just focus on positive nicknames instead of entirely pinpointing each play on the words “good luck charm,” though she wasn’t complaining.

She certainly wasn’t used to all of the compliments and the nice names. After all, she had been referred to as a jinx, a screwup, and essentially a burden her entire life up until she met Silco. It would take a while for her to accept what you said as truth, but she had started to come around to the loving nicknames. After a while, she even began to look forward to what you would call her for the day. She had started rubbing off on you in terms of nicknames as well. “Trinket” and “sweets” began to creep into your vocabulary, and she adored the way it sounded rolling off your tongue when it was directed at her.

Soon enough, the positivity had worn down part of her insecurity, so long as she was around you. You made her feel safe and secure, which wasn’t something she was used to either. Often, she could be seen practically bouncing down the halls with a cheesy grin plastered on her face, even if she had just left Silco’s office. Silco and Sevika had definitely taken notice of her sudden shift, and although Sevika didn’t understand why she was so much livelier than normal, Silco found himself smiling more often at the sight of Jinx when she’d suddenly remember the nickname you had chosen for her for the day.

When she’d sit up top on her makeshift platform in Silco’s office, she had to be given reminders in between meetings to settle down. Her legs would swing over the edge and kick at the air rhythmically, and her hands would pat randomly at the wooden planks.

She loved the nicknames, to put it bluntly. She absolutely adored them. Since that night, not once had you referred to her as Jinx. Somehow, even though everyone else called her by her known name, the mere mention of what you were calling her for the day gave her a boost of confidence. Whenever a mission would go wrong, she’d come straight to you to talk about it, then listen with a soft smile as you told her repeatedly how things would be okay and how she’s still your lucky charm.

With how suddenly all the flurry of names were thrown at her, she struggled to pick a favorite. Even so, her energy and overall glee grew daily, even beginning to show in her work. Weapons were crafted more cautiously, produced quicker, and had more expressive markings made by her oil crayons. Sevika didn’t enjoy the increase in enthusiasm, Silco certainly appreciated everything.

He still didn’t fully trust you, though it was growing increasingly obvious to him that you weren’t a threat, and in his eyes, you were there for a reason. You made Jinx happy, and that was all he really wanted in the end. As far as he was concerned, you had his blessing. He knew things could change, but after seeing how you treated her during every emotion she expressed, he figured that was a slim possibility.

As he sat in his office one day, he sighed and ran a hand down his face. The door had closed only a moment ago, and still he could hear the tapping and swaying above him. Leaning back in his chair, he gazed up at Jinx sitting on her small platform, biting back a small smile when he saw her grinning gleefully. “Jinx,” he called out just loud enough for her to hear. She finally turned her attention to him curiously. “Hm?”

“You know you need to be quiet when I have people in here. It’s very distracting with you shuffling around up there.” Jinx chuckled nervously. “Sorry.” He finally allowed himself to smile, catching Sevika off guard from her spot on the sofa. “Why don’t you spend the rest of the day with [Y/N]? You’ve earned a break, both of you.”

Instantly, Jinx dropped from her spot above and landed on Silco’s desk. She crouched down and looked him in the eye. “Really? You’re okay with that?” He nodded. “So long as you two don’t cause any major problems,” he added. She beamed brightly at his words and her eyes lit up. “Thanks!” Within an instant, she turned on her heel and hopped off the desk, already out the door and skipping down the hall to find you.

Silco grinned softly with a small shake of his head. He leaned forward again and motioned for Sevika to shut the door as he picked up a few papers to straighten them.

When Sevika returned to her spot on the sofa, she huffed out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. She bit her tongue with what she wanted to say, but a look of warning from Silco made her waver. “What are you breathing so heavily for?” She waited, trying to rephrase her words before speaking them, but ultimately gave up.

“It’s nothing against either of you. I’ve just never seen her this energetic before, and I’ve seen her get energetic in the past.” To her relief, Silco hummed and smiled. “Yes, she’s certainly been in a better mood as of lately. It’s refreshing, in a way.”

Sevika waited momentarily, unsure of what to say. “You think that girl is the reason she’s been so cheery?” “I know she is. Her name is [Y/N]. She’s known Jinx for a couple of years now, and the two of them have grown quite close in such a short amount of time. I don’t entirely approve of that girl, but Jinx has taken a liking to her, and I’d be a fool to take that away from her.”

Even with her disliking of  the blue-haired girl, Sevika couldn’t help but grin at his words. “Yeah, it is nice to see she’s stable with someone. I was worried she’d drive someone away. [Y/N], was it? She’s patient, and that’s definitely good for someone like Jinx. To be honest, I’m glad they met.”

“Yes, I am as well. I suppose I should include a few of the names [Y/N] has been using to refer to Jinx as when speaking to her. It seems to put her in a better mood, as you’ve said, and I’ve noticed an improvement in her crafts and missions.” A chuckle slipped from Sevika before she could stop it. “Yeah, she hasn’t screwed up another task in a while.”

“Pardon?”

Sevika swallowed and cleared her throat. “Sorry, sir. It was nothing.”

All the while, as they chatted away about her improvement, Jinx trailed down the hallway and all the way to her hideout. When she saw you there, sitting comfortably by her desk in the extra chair she had pulled into the room to have you nearby while she worked, she couldn’t help the smile that stretched across her lips from ear to ear. As she grew closer, she wondered what you would refer to her as that day.

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[mvybanks]

THE DEAL — chapter five

a/n: back again! i hate myself for waiting so long to write this because it literally took me two days, i don’t know why i kept postponing it🧍🏼‍♀️ but now we’re back and i really hope that you guys like this (and that you’re still here lmao). let me know what you think! <3

warnings: heavy make out session, allusions to sex but nothing explicit!

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pairing: frat!rafe x innocent friend!reader

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One thing you weren’t expecting that morning was to wake up to an empty bed, although Rafe’s scent was still lingering in the air, along the memories of the previous night. You hadn’t slept so peacefully in a long time and all because he had lulled you into his arms and had made you feel safe.

Oh, so safe. That was how you always felt when you were with Rafe, and the more time passed, the more you got closer to the realization of your real feelings for him. However, you had to push them away for you knew that he wasn’t boyfriend material. He was a great friend, but you were sure that was all he was willing to be.

What you were unaware of was that it had been torture for Rafe to leave you that morning. Your half naked body was resting on his torso, lazily wrapped around him while your soft breaths were the only sounds that filled the room. He had stayed there, watching you sleep for a while and fantasizing about that becoming a new routine for him, and god, wouldn’t he had loved to get used to that. Unfortunately, he couldn’t, which was why he had to leave in a rush, grateful that you hadn’t woken up as he had left a soft kiss on your temple.

It was torture for him, knowing that you weren’t his and never would be was like a punch in the stomach, and it absolutely killed him. Oh, what he wouldn’t have done for you to leave that jerk and run into his arms, but yet again, was he really worthy of you, the greatest gift the universe had ever given to him?

Watching you step inside the Cocoa Corner was another kind of torment though. The big sweatshirt that seemed to swallow you whole along with that pair of jeans that hugged your thighs just right. It seemed as if you were attempting to rise a reaction out of him, which you so obviously did, but he realized that you weren’t doing absolutely anything except being your perfect self, and that was always going to be enough to short circuit his brain. His gaze never left your figure as you stepped behind the counter and sent him a weak smile, followed by a whispered ‘good morning’, before you began to get to work.

That was a big contrast with the way you had acted the previous night, and Rafe had wished his mind hadn’t gone there because he was sure he was about to get hard only from thinking about it. He cleared his throat, “Good morning.”

For the rest of the morning, you worked side by side, pretending like nothing had happened and that neither of you wished to be back in your bed, limbs intertwined and bodies pressed together — pretending that his eyes didn’t fall on the ring on your hand from time to time and that his pulse didn’t pick up when he realized that it was the one that he had handed to you.

As a dark blue replaced the sunny sky, you and Rafe were still cleaning the kitchen, and for the first time since you had met him, the silence between you didn’t feel comfortable, but it had never been so loud. How had it ended that way?

It seemed like the universe wanted you to talk because as you gave him your back, you heard the sound of sputtering coming from behind you and a string of curses coming from Rafe, which made you turn around with confusion written all over you, that slowly faded into shock and then a veil of amusement fell on your features.

“What the hell did you do?!” You all but yelled as you tried to help the dumbass next to you who was covered in, thankfully, lukewarm coffee that kept spraying from the machine and began to cover you as well.

“I was just trying to clean it! I didn’t do anything!”

Two pair of hands were stopping the coffee from spilling everywhere, your palms touching and your fingers brushing against each other. A warmth licked down your spine at the feeling of his touch and your eyes flickered to him for a second, only to find his gaze already on you, causing you to shudder before you reminded yourself about the task ahead of you.

“Pull the plug of the machine!” You instructed him and he immediately followed your orders.

Finally, coffee stopped leaking out and you put your hands down in relief. Lowering your head, you noticed the mess that you were covered in and then you decided to take a look at him as well, and you wanted to burst out laughing. His head was leaking coffee and it was hilarious, you could barely keep your laughter in as you bit down on your bottom lip, unsuccessfully stopping yourself from snickering at him.

He attempted to hide a smile, “What you laughing at?”

That was the tip of the iceberg and you were suddenly bent in two as you laughed loudly and freely, his chest exploding at the sight. He swore he had never heard a more beautiful sound in his whole life and if he could’ve replayed it in his head over and over again forever, he would’ve.

“I love the new look.” You tried to choke out.

“You done?” And he really wished you weren’t.

You picked up a clean towel from the drawer, took a step closer to him and began to dry his forehead with it, a faint chuckle still coming from your lips — the same ones his eyes were focusing on.

“Two years I’ve been working here and this never happened.”

“Can’t ever say life with me is boring, can you, doll?” He smirked.

You smiled up at him, easily causing his pulse to speed up and his palms to get clammy. He couldn’t help himself but admire you, adoration swimming in the blue orbits of his eyes as you tried to clean his damp skin, a task that became harder than it should’ve thanks to the way he was making you nervous just by looking at you.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “It sure isn’t.” Your hand fell on his chest, his heart beating like crazy beneath your palm, and you stopped your motions at the realization that he was fighting against himself just as much as you were.

“Fuck it.” He whispered before pressing his lips on yours, taking you by surprise, but you didn’t stop him.

How could you have stopped him? His hands held your body against his so close that one might’ve thought you were his lifeline, and perhaps you were. Your palms slowly run up his neck, then the back of his head, until your fingers were playing with the shorthair of his buzzcut, giving him the green light to thrust his tongue inside your mouth. He massaged your tongue as you moaned, and he had to stop himself from throwing you on the first surface he could’ve found and rip your clothes off.

Rafe knew that he was losing it, that his sanity was slipping from his fingers, but god, the taste of your goddamn cherry lips was more than enough for him to throw everything he believed in away and keep you close to him. He ached to have you and he didn’t want to share you with anyone else, that much he knew when he gave in to his desires and picked you up to place you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his midsection on their own and your fingers didn’t hesitate to close his shirt in a fist and pull him impossibly closer. The strong smell of coffee was engulfing the two of you and you were sure you were going to always think about this moment whenever you would’ve encountered that smell.

Whenever you thought about ending things, the guilt eating you alive, Rafe pulled you right back in and, like a moth to a flame, you let him every time. In that moment, he realized where your heart truly lied, and it wasn’t with Matt — it was with him, right then and since the moment his eyes had laid on you. He only wished for you to get to the same conclusion, but were you ever going to trust him with your heart? He didn’t want to ruin your happiness with Matthew, however, he knew that he didn’t feel the same way as he did, his chest didn’t ache for you the same way his did and he sure as hell couldn’t have loved you as much as Rafe did.

“Rafe,” you came back to your senses and pushed him away, “This is wrong. I shouldn’t —“

“How is this any different from what we’ve been doing?”

You shook your head, tears already welling up in your eyes, “I should go.” You quickly jumped off the counter you were sitting on and began to gather your things.

“Baby, wait —“

“Just —“ you interrupted him, ignoring the way your heart had skipped a beat at the new nickname, and took a deep breath before continuing, “Just pretend this never happened, okay?”

And it was as if you had just ripped his heart right out of his chest. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he watched you leave in a hurry. He felt petrified, he didn’t know what to do or how to react, and the feeling of your skin beneath his touch still fresh in his memory didn’t help him come back to reality.

—

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

That was what you kept telling yourself as you stood outside the Delta Mu house. The intimidating building wasn’t scary to you anymore, what was really terrifying and made your insides churn was what you were about to do. It was time and it was the right thing to do. Emma knew it way before and she had been correct, you just didn’t want her to be, but it was time that you faced the reality: you had to cut it out with Rafe.

You entered the building with a weight on your chest, insurmountable and incredibly heavy, and yet your brain kept screaming at you that you had to do it, however, your heart didn’t seem to be on the same page. What you felt for Rafe couldn’t be compared to anything you had ever felt with anyone else before in your life, including Matt, but your feelings weren’t reciprocated, you were convinced that he only wanted one thing from you and it wasn’t a relationship for sure. You had brainwashed yourself into thinking that he didn’t want you in any way except under his bedsheet, and that had been your biggest mistake.

Staring at the wooden door of his dorm room, you finally got the courage to knock on it, however, it opened on its own, not having realized that it hadn’t been locked.

“Rafe?” You questioned as you stepped inside only to find a blonde woman sitting on his bed. Your throat closed up and your eyes began to sting, but you attempted at maintaining that last bit of dignity that you still had. “Oh hi, I’m sorry, I didn’t know Rafe had…uhm, company.”

She grinned and cocked her head to the side as her eyes looked you up and down, and you felt small. You had been right; he was only player, that was what he— “You must be the girl.” She said, amused.

“Excuse me?”

She raised from the bed and approached you, her hand reached out to silently ask you to shake it. “I’m Sarah.” Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…why did that name sound so familiar? “I’m Rafe’s sister.” His sister. Of course. You finally decided to shake her hand and shyly showed her a smile. “And you’re the girl.”

You let out a faint chuckle, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m Y/n.”

“Oh, I know my brother, and I know that there’s only one girl right now that would come to his room.”

You could feel heat creeping up your cheeks. “It’s not what you think! I didn’t come here to—“

“I know. Which is why i said that you’re the girl, I mean the girl that he’s been head over heels for a while now. You must be a special one.”

“It’s not like that…”

“Oh, it is.” As she sweetly smiled at you, you could see the resemblance with her brother and it reminded you of the reason why you were there.

You cleared your throat, “Is he…here?”

“He’s in the shower, he’ll be out in a bit.”

“Okay, thanks. I can wait for him outside—“

“Nonsense! Are you kidding me? Someone finally turned Rafe into a sap and you think I’ll let you get off the hook so easily? I need to know what kind of sorcery you used.” She exclaimed as she grabbed your arm and pulled you further inside the room.

“Listen, that’s not what’s going on, maybe you have me confused with someone else?” Although the thought of another woman winning his heart made a dreadful feeling crawl up inside you.

“You work with him, don’t you?” Sarah asked and you only nodded at her question. “Yeah, it’s definitely you. No other person he would’ve rejected our dad’s money for. I told you, you’re a special one.”

Your eyes were about to pop out of your skull. “He what?”

“Hey Sarah, did you bring me—“ Rafe’s question got cut off by the sight of you talking to his younger sister. He was drying his hair with a towel, his torso naked while only a pair of sweatpants was hanging from his hips when his arm had been frozen in the air. “Y/n,” he breathed, “What are you doing here?” He took big steps to get closer to you, unsaid words that wanted to spill out almost threatening to come out right at that moment.

“Is that true? Did you reject your dad’s money?” You asked breathless as you tried to read his expression and ignored his question.

He looked at Sarah and then back at you before he gently grabbed your forearm and began to lead you outside, “Not here,” was all he said while you two walked down the hallway.

“I need to know, Rafe.”

He sighed, “Let it go, Y/n. It’s not important.”

You shrugged his hand off of you and turned around to face him. “But it is. Why are you still working? The deal was to help you out, too, but you don’t need that anymore.”

Shaking his head and scoffing at your words, he walked down the stairs to go into the common kitchen of the fraternity house, with you hot on his heels. “The deal, right…” He chuckled humorlessly, “You don’t know what I need. I said let it go.”

“For God’s sake, just tell me!” You frustratedly yelled, catching some people’s attention.

Rafe walked with you outside because he didn’t want any other unwanted listeners, only to realize that it was pouring down rain, therefore you stood in the porch as you calmed down from your previous outburst.

Unsuccessfully.

“That was dumb, Rafe! You could’ve gone back to your normal life.” ‘You could’ve avoided to make me fall in love with you’ was what you were really thinking, but was scared to say out loud. What good would’ve made?

“Who said that I wanted to go back?!” He was the one who sounded angry then, a million emotions swimming through the ocean of those eyes that you had desperately tried to forget about, but failed.

“Oh, c’mon!” You threw your hands in the air. “Even your friends can’t see you working there, hell, you know you don’t like working there, that’s not the life for you. You don’t want this job. You needed the money and—“

“It’s not about the job, Y/n! It was never about the goddamn job!” He interrupted you, yelling while he now found himself soaked from the rain after having taken a couple of steps to get some air.

You stared at him, and you were almost unsure to ask the next question. “Then why did you do all this? Why did you let me teach you about it? And why didn’t you break the deal sooner?”

“Because I fell in love with you!” He finally admitted, raising his voice once again as a single tear spilled out from his eye. He was surprised with his own statement and placed his hands on his face, running them down in exasperation before he whispered, “Shit.”

Your feet felt like they were glued to the ground, your hands were shaking and you didn’t know how you were still standing on your own two feet. “W-what?” Was all you mustered to get out.

He shook his head and took a step to walk on the porch and stand next to you once again as he began to say, “Y/n, listen—“ But you stopped him right in his tracks because you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, which was why you were also being soaked by the rain, but you didn’t care, not when your heart was pounding in your chest and salty tears were about to run down your cheeks.

“You don’t love me, Rafe. Don’t bullshit me.” You walked towards the gate of the house, ready to go home and avoid the conversation.

“What?!”

Turning back around to look at him, you gave him an answer, “When have you ever been in love? We’re not doing this, it’s crazy. Stop playing with me.”

He quickly ran to you and an indecipherable expression had casted upon him. “I’m not playing with you.” He rasped for he was now close enough for you to hear him without yelling over the storm.

“You love that I’m always at your beck and call, you don’t love me.” You admit the last words bitterly, avoiding his eyes.

“Oh but he does, right?” His words brought your gaze back on him, your eyebrows squeezing together, “You’ll always believe that he’s better than me.”

You shook your head, “That’s not what I said.”

Rafe swallowed and finally decided to speak his mind. His heart seemed to want to crawl out of his throat, it being completely on the line as he said, “Then you gotta choose, right here, right now. It’s either him or me.”

A million bricks fell on you; was he really doing what you thought he was? You felt trapped, confused and doomed all at once. “Rafe-“

“No!” He interrupted you, “I’m tired, Y/n. You can’t expect me to kiss you like that and then watch you leave with someone else. So make a choice.”

Tears threatened to spill out as you gazed into his eyes and you swore you could tell the desperation in them, but your head kept reminding you that he wasn’t a relationship guy and he wouldn’t have changed his mind for you. “I - I can’t do that, Rafe! It’s different. He’s my boyfriend and you’re - you’re my…friend.”

If you had twisted a knife in his chest, it would’ve hurt much less. “Right. Of course. What we do is something I always do with my friends, you know?”

“You’re being unfair.” You pointed a finger at him and poked his chest in an accusatory manner. “You knew what this was from the start.”

He walked even closer to you, bending his head and making you stare into his eyes. Your breaths were mixing and your fingers ached to touch him. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything for me. Tell me you feel nothing.” He whispered.

“Rafe…”

“Tell me that you’ve never felt anything for me.” You could feel his lips almost brushing yours, “Tell me you feel nothing right now.” He finally mumbled.

The rain had already soaked the both of you, your clothes were stuck to your skin and you could sense your feet getting ice cold from your shoes being drowned, and yet, what bothered you the most was that his mouth wasn’t on yours. Placing one hand on his chest, you gently, and reluctantly, pushed him away.

“I can’t.”

Putting some distance between you, he nodded his head in disappointment. “Let me know when you’ve made up your mind.” And with that, he was gone.

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SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY PART 2 (CODY RHODES WWE)

• Summary: You made many enemies throughout your career in World Wrestling Entertainment. Some of which you despise so much it makes you sick to your stomach. But the more you two hate each other, the more the sexual tension becomes too intense to ignore.

• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Fem Reader

Warning- Language, 18+ only (minors DNI), Dirty Talk, Smut, Fingering, (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

After a week since your last interaction with Cody, you stood before Damian as he looked at you with nothing but anger.

These last couple of weeks, you've been avoiding Cody. And you made it evident to him and yourself that you were avoiding him. It was awkward talking about that night, especially the fact you two couldn't resist for another round.

But you were also avoiding Damian. Only because every time you two were supposed to talk about what Cody said the night the two got into an argument, something came up, and he noticed that every time there was something, he would get frustrated every single time. But he dragged you into the Judgement Day's locker room, kicking everyone out as it was just you two.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Damian spoke as he crossed his arms and looked at you. You rolled your eyes as he said this. "I'm not ignoring you, Damian." You said. "But believe me, the fact that you and I are even having this conversation and that you are mad honestly makes me laugh." You said.

"Laugh, really?" Damian said. "To find out from someone I despise that he slept with someone that I really like honestly makes me sick!"

"Sick!?" you spoke. "Okay, you know he lied to you, right? He did it to get into your head and mind. You're not the only one who hates him."

Damian stayed quiet as he heard what you said. Apart from him, I knew you were right about Cody getting into his head. That's what Cody does, especially to you.

And he has been doing it lately, and you two haven't had a single conversation, or in other words, you two insulting each other, since that night with Damian. It's different.

Cody is one of the best wrestlers in WWE at the moment, whether people like to admit it or not. And as Mr. Money in the Bank, or what people like to call it, Senor. Money in the Bank, Damian saw Cody as a threat, and Cody saw Damian as someone in his way from finishing his story, or whatever this whole thing Cody got going on.

What Cody was good at was weakness. He knew how much Damian liked you, which is one of the reasons why he said what he said to him. You think, however, just by how he spoke to you that night, it was something more that.

Damian crossed his arms, hesitant, but asked you anyway. "So you and Cody didn't sleep with each other?" He asked. You look at him, quiet for a second, before responding with a lie.

"No,"

"I don't believe you," He spoke as he uncrossed his arms and walked over to you. You looked up at him and noticed the way he looked at you. Damian was a handsome guy, which is why you gave in the first place and gave him a chance after trying for the longest even to get your attention. That and you never really had a guy try this hard to even talk to you. I know how much high standards you have for men.

But you shrugged your shoulders, not trying to defend yourself. "Okay."

Damian sighed, placing his hand on his cheek. "I don't want to know if it is true. I like a lot Y/N," He said. "And I'm not going to let anyone, let alone Cody, get in my way of making you mine."

You didn't react to his words. How could you when Cody's words replayed inside your head right after he said that?

"Damian is too soft, too much of a good guy even though he plays this bad guy on camera."

Damian was too soft. If you were in Damian's shoes, you would end this, although not waste your time on someone who made you look like an idiot in front of everyone.

But after that conversation, you knew the two wouldn't work out. And as much as you hate to admit it, it was all Cody's fault.

You left Judgment Day's locker Room, heading back to the female locker room to get your bags. The show was officially over, which meant you were off for the next couple of days, and it was peace to you. You loved traveling, but you also loved to relax, which is why you were so excited to stay in at least one city for the next couple of days.

As you walked into the locker room, you noticed Becky, one of your few female friends, in the locker room. She looked up at you from zipping up her bags and smiled as you walked in. "Hey, Y/N, where have you been?" She asked as she stood up.

"Hey, Becks," You spoke as you headed towards your stuff. "I was with Damian."

Becky smiled, dropped, and rolled her eyes as you mentioned Damian.

Becky hated every single member of the Judgment Day. You and Becky's biggest problem. Rhea Ripley. Becky's problem was much bigger than yours since you were technically seeing her friend.

"I don't mean to Judge, but Damian, out of everyone. You're a gorgeous woman, Y/N; you could do better than that." She said.

You gave Becky a smirk. "Careful what you say, Becks; I may steal you from Rollins." You joked, earning a laugh from Becky.

"I'm serious, though," She said. "And I thought you two were over after what Cody told him."

"Ugh, you heard about that two!?" You sighed in disbelief.

"Oh honey," Becky said, shaking her head. "Everyone backstage knows. What I want to know is if it was true or not."

Usually, you can keep your secrets to yourself. Even your brother doesn't know the majority of your secrets. But Becky, she was like a sister to you, despite the fact her husband and your brother hated each other. She knew all your secrets, to the point where you should have killed her.

But you looked away from Beck as you zipped up your bags. "It wasn't true... at first." You said. Becky's eyes widened, not expecting that kind of answer. "Okay, once I found out what he said to Damian, I confronted him, and we ended up having sex."

However, the reaction afterward was the last thing you expected from Becky. She sighed in relief and held a smile on her face. "About fucking time!"

"What!?" You looked at her in disbelief.

"Y/N, I heard all the way from Alica Fox when she was still working here how much sexual tension you two had before he left, and when he came back, I understood why everyone was saying that," Becky said. "I'm surprised it took him one comment for you two let it out."

You shook your head, not wanting to think about what the hell Becky said. It reminded me of that night and how he spoke to you. "It doesn't matter. He and I are not happening again." You said.

Becky remained silent. But you can see the hint of an "I called Bullshit" expression lingering on her face. You rolled your eyes and ignored it as the two walked out of the locker room.

The two of you continued to chat, talking about today's show and the upcoming show, which was not till next week until going your separate ways. As you go to your rental car, opening the back trunk, your phone rings, and a random number appears on your screen.

You usually get random numbers occasionally, mainly spam callers, which you would always ignore. However, something in you knew that this phone call was different.

Hesitant momentarily, you answered the call and brought your phone to your ear. "Hello?"

You weren't sure if you were going insane, but you swore that the person on the other side of the call had smiled the minute you spoke, which immediately answered your question about who was calling you.

"Cody?"

"Brilliant of you princess, I'm impressed you knew it was me,"

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the typical pet name he always gives you. "How the hell did you get my number?" You asked with annoyance in your voice.

"I have my resources." He said. Only one person came to your mind as he said this.

Sami. And you prayed that you wouldn't run into him because you knew you were going to kill Sami when you saw him.

"Okay, well, I'm hanging up now, goodbye."

You didn't let Cody say another word as you hung up on him and began placing your bags into your car. You saw Cody calling you several times, as you chose to ignore him. He then texted you as he closed your back trunk, hopped into the driver's seat, and read his message.

"You can't avoid me forever, princess."

You did exactly what he said you couldn't do: ignore him. You toss your phone into the passenger seat as you drive straight to the hotel you are staying at.

Upon arrival, you went straight to the front desk to check in, giving the lady your name so you could get your key and enter your room.

However, the lady made a confused face, followed by a realization, leaving you confused yourself.

"Oh, your fiancé was just here not too long ago and checked you in?"

You thought you heard utterly wrong as you looked at the lady and spoke. "My what!?"

The lady was now confused, but by your reaction. "Yeah, your fiancé said you were running late and decided to check on you. I believe he said you would meet him in your room?" She said. "Should I call security? Have I made a mistake?" You Immediately shook your head.

"No, no, my apology; I forgot he told me that we are getting my key for me. I'll call him, thank you."

You didn't want any trouble happening as you walked off with your bags and called Cody's number. You can hear him laughing the minute he picks up.

"Yes Y/N?"

"Give me my damn key Cody!?" You said with irritation in your voice. You didn't have time to play this cat-and-mouse game with, but he was pushing your buttons. 

And Cody could hear it in your voice, which made him laugh even more. He doesn't do anything further as he gives you your room number.

After going up the elevator to your room, you bang loudly at your door, just like you did to Cody's the night in his room. He opened the door, and you looked at him with annoyance as he smirked and moved to the side, allowing you to walk inside.

"Can I have my key, please?" You asked, placing your bags down and phone on the nightstand next to your bed. You turned and looked at Cody as you noticed he was wearing a suit. He probably used his charm and smile to enter your room.

Cody walked up to you and handed you your keys. You try taking it away from him, but he quickly moves his hand back, looking down at you.

The two were close once again. He watches you as you look up at him after getting frustrated for not getting the key.

"You have been avoiding me, princess," Cody said.

You realize he was being serious. What kind of startles you? He was bringing that night up.

"What did you expect me to do, act like nothing happened?" You told him. "That night shouldn't have happened."

Cody just stood there, listening to what you had said before walking over to your nightstand on the opposite side and placing your key there. You still didn't understand why he was here, and some of you didn't want him here.

"I agree," Cody said. "That night shouldn't have happened." He said, then walked over to you. "But it happened."

You stepped back every time Cody stepped forward before your back hit the wall. You couldn't even look at him anymore; you were now scared of what could happen now that he's towered over you.

"And as much as you and I went too far last time, I meant everything I said that night." You tried not to react to what Cody said, but he brought his lips to your ears and spoke once again, earning a gasp from you.

"Just because I agree it shouldn't have happened doesn't mean I regret it."

You looked back at him as he moved around and looked back at you. An immediate response shocked in between your thighs at what he was saying. He barely said anything inappropriate, let alone anything, and you hate how he's making you feel.

You already were in some deep shit just from that night, and you couldn't but do what you were about to. It was all on you and can't be regretted.

Your hands up to his tie, and as you played with it a bit, Cody didn't stop you as you felt his go heavy. The two of you thought the sexual tension was forming once again, and if last time didn't change anything between you two,

It will now.

"We can't do this, Cody," You spoke, biting your lips. You can hear Cody Sigh as he looks down at your lips. It turned him on seeing you trying to resist yourself from him, especially when he hasn't touched you at all.

"I know." He said

You shook your head, suddenly loosening the tie off of Cody. "I can't stand you."

Cody doesn't stop you; instead, he helps by removing his jacket and then the tie.

"That makes two of us," Cody spoke.

You gasped when Cody grabbed you by your neck and attached his lips to yours. You never thought in your entire lifetime that you would be missing Cody's lips.

This was wrong. Being in bed with him last time was wrong, and being here now was wrong. And you knew by the next day, you would call yourself stupid for letting your impulsive actions get the best of you.

But right now, you don't care. You desperately needed Cody's touch.

Your hands went straight down his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his shirt, all while Cody pulled your hair back, kissing your neck.

"Fuck," You sighed at the feeling of his lips. You pulled your neck back, allowing Cody more access. You could tell he enjoyed kissing your skin by the reaction of him pulling you into him more than you were before.

With one swift movement, Cody moved you to the edge of the bed. His large hands were on the bare skin of your waist, causing you to shiver.

The two of you fought with each other. He pulls off your shirt and kisses part of your skin. Your neck, chest, collarbone. Your skin was incredibly soft, and his doing this made you feel on fire. You tugged and unbuttoned his shirt, getting impatient every time you felt another button after unbuttoning another. His shirt was fully tugged off, and you pulled him in, almost falling on the bug.

"Easy, princess," Cody smirked by your eagerness. "I'm going to take care of you,"

His voice, the way he spoke to you, touched you. It was all not helping you stop from being so eager and wanting more as you moaned his name, sucking the breath out of Cody as you could feel his member jump through his pants against your hips.

"Holy fuck!" Cody groans and pushes you on the bed. "So fucking beautiful and sexy."

Cody hovers over you as he attaches his lips against yours again. He lays you down fully before spreading your legs apart and unbuttoning your pants before gently teasing you by rubbing your underwear that covers your clit.

"I can feel how wet you are for me, baby; you're so delicate, so soft and pretty."

"Fuck you so sexy when you speak to me like that," you slipped out. You swear you thought you said that in your head, but by Cody's reaction, he heard you loud and clear, and that turned him on.

"Yeah? Do you like that? My voice turns you on?"

Your hips start to buckle as he pulls your panties to the side and inserts two fingers into you.

"Oh my god," you moaned, gripping the man's arm as you enjoyed the pleasure he gave. There was nothing this man could do wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing. A little too much, as he could already feel yourself finishing.

Cody's words slipped out of his mouth. "You're doing so well, baby," Causing you to move your hips against him. You felt like this was all a dream; however, the dream was momentarily over by the sound of a phone, causing you to whine as Cody stopped.

"Ignore it," You told him. However, once you saw the expression in Cody's voice, you looked over at the phone, realizing it was yours.

And it was Damian.

"Why is he calling you?" Cody asked, catching you off guard by his sudden hint of jealousy.

"I don't know; I'll worry about it later." You spoke. However, Cody moved his hand away from you as he backed up and looked down at you.

"No, answer it," Cody smirked. Your face made a confused expression.

"What!?"

"Answer it, and put it on speaker," Cody demands. "I promise I won't say a word," Although you knew this was a bad idea, you took your phone off the nightstand and answered, placing it on a speaker like Cody told you to do.

"Hello?" You spoke. Cody smirked when he heard Damian's voice through the line and began kissing your neck.

"Hey, can I stop by your room for a bit? I want to talk to you." He spoke.

Cody's hand eventually slides right back inside you, circling your wet clit, earning a gasp from you. However, you composed yourself.

"I-uh, now's is not a great time."

"Look at you, talking to another guy while a finger you, so fucking hot," Cody whispered in your ear, causing you to hold back a moan by biting your lip.

"Oh, well, I just have a lot on my mind right now that I wanted to let out my chest," Damian said. "I want to tell you, it is about us."

Cody slid two fingers into you, causing you to gasp again. This time, Damian heard it.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You can feel Cody smiling so hard at this. "Yeah, I'm fine, whatever it is, you can tell right now on the phone, I don't mind."

You had no clue what you were even saying to Damian as your hips thrust into Cody's fingers once again as he sped up. The two of you made eye contact as your lips parted at the organism forming.

"Okay, yeah," Damian said, nodding, although you couldn't see him. "Listen, I just wanted to apologize to you if I offended you in any way earlier. I believe you when you said that Cody lied and that you two didn't sleep with each other."

Damian words immediately made Cody stop as he glanced over at your phone. You weren't listening to what Damian was saying until what he had said came out of his mouth, and when you did, you were taken back.

"I like you, Y/N, and I don't want someone like Cody to ruin what we have so far. And you don't have to say anything right now. I know it's pretty late, so can we talk about this tomorrow morning, breakfast."

Cody's head shaking made you hesitate. He didn't want you to go. But you couldn't say no, especially after what he just told you. You ignore Cody's head, shaking as you speak. "Breakfast sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow."

Cody scoffed after you hung up and got off the bed. "You got to be kidding me, Y/N."

"Are you seriously mad at me?" You asked Cody as you noticed him fixing his clothes onto himself.

"Of course I'm mad," He said. "One you lied to him,"

"I didn't lie to him!" You defended yourself, getting off the bed as well. "And even if I did, why are you upset about it!? You and are not together?"

Cody turned to you. " I meant every single thing I said that night, Y/N." He said, "I meant that, and it's not something I will ignore. And I know that deep down, everything I said minutes before what happened got to you; otherwise, we wouldn't have had sex, and we wouldn't be here right now."

"Right now?" You raised your eyebrows. "May I remind you that you're the one who broke into my room!? You were the one who spread that stupid lie in the first place. I meant what I said that that night shouldn't have happened."

"So what? You're going to continue whatever you and Damian have going on. He's not someone you want, Y/N?" He asked.

"And you are?" You asked, crossing your arm. "Whatever is going on with Damian and me is none of your business. I mean, he's more than a man than you will ever be."

Cody smiled at your comment. Out of anger, however, he clenched his jaw. His eyes darken as he looks down at you. "Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too!" You yelled at him, "Get out of my room!"

"Gladly!" Cody yelled back and grabbed his jacket as he headed towards the door. He looks back at you before speaking one last time. "But when you realize the truth, and when you open your eyes, you're going to realize I'm right."

"I'd rather stay clueless and blind before ever saying you're right." You spoke. Cody shook his head before walking out the door and slamming it shut, leaving you alone as you sat down, trying to process what had happened.

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I’m finally home from a trip.. what if hear me out.. nsfw alphabet for my favorite bgs either Kid, Killer, or of course Barto

-Tulipp 🌷🌷🌷

(acc still doesn’t work)

I DID IT AND I STARTED IT BEFORE U EVEN ASKED BECAUSE YOU MADE ME THINK ABOUT KID AND KILLER RELIGIOUSLY

also evryone istg im alive ive just been violently sick WAAAAHHH

anw here you go braincell sharer Kid and Killer nsfw alphabet

@tulipp-again

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kid tries his damn hardest to at least clean you up but usually hes conked out within 3 minutes

Killer on the other hand is a trooper. He will run you a bath, get you water, a snack, anything you could ever think of he does. Hes so sweet about everything

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think we all agree that Kid is an ass man. he loves to grope it, bite it and smack it

Kid likes his arms and hands with how strong they arms. He loves how he can easily bend you over anything and fuck you from behind

Killer likes your collar bones with how easy he can bite them and leave a mark

On him Killer also likes his arms with how easy he can carry you around if needed

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Kid cums A LOT okay? its thick and fills you up so much. He loves to cum on your face the most

Killer’s is also thick but he doesnt shoot as much as Kid. He especially loves to cum all over your stomach

D: Dirty Secret

Kid really doesnt have any secrets, if he wants something hes going to announce it

Killer really wants you to top him. He sees how snappy and mean you get with Kid when you are bickering and he wants you to do that to him. he just doesnt know how to ask

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kid slept around a lot when he was younger while trying to deny he was gay for Killer but he eventually got over his ego and just went for it. When you joined the relationship you often called Kid a slut for being so skilled

Killer didn’t have any experience outside of you and Kid but he sure knows how to make you feel good

F: Favorite Position

ANYTHING WITH YOUR ASS POINTED TOWARDS KID! Kid really likes your ass and never hesitates to let you know how much he loves it

Killer loves to hold you close so he usually has you in his lap with your back against his chest

G: Goofy (Are they more serious at the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

They both agree that Sex is serious and shouldn’t be taken as a joke

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kid either doesnt know what grooming is or he really doesnt care. hes untrimmed and yes the carpet does indeed match the drapes

Killer really doesnt care either but he does trim a little bit. he will do more if you really want him to

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kid tries but just know degrading is his love language. He does kiss you a lot but its usually rough and sloppy

Killer is way more romantic than Kid in everyway. He constantly tells you how good youre doing and checking up on you. he whispers a lot of praise and ‘i love you’s at least 90% of the time

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Kid is a big man with a big sex drive. so much so he has to rub one out a lot if youre “to busy” or “not feeling it” (even though he has literally drug you away from your work several times before

Killer isnt much into having to Jack off unless hes really desperate but most of the time he just holds out

K: Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Kid loves spanking you. hes an ass man, you got a nice ass its just common sense according to him.

Killer loves hair pulling. Theres just something about the extra pain that is slowly soothed when you rub his scalp that just adds the cherry on top for him.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Kid will do it anywhere he doesnt care he doesnt have any shame but you do so you convince him to do it in at least a semi public location which isnt much better but youll take it.

Killer likes it anywhere in private since he is more of a private person himself

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Kid is turned on by literally anything you do. all that anger quickly gets turned to horny when you or Killer walk into the picture

Killer gets turned on most when you kiss his neck it ear

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

they both wouldnt do anything that would seriously hurt you other than that theyre pretty open to trying whatever

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kid Prefers to receive hes a little whore who only thinks abt himself

Killer doesnt mind giving or receiving as long as youre happy

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Kid is Fast and ROUGH and its not hard to believe at all

Killer also likes to be fast and rough but still takes it easy on you

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kid will take it if thats all he can get but prefers to take his time fucking you brain dead

Killer isnt fond of them but if you need it then he’ll do it for you

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kid is all about risks because he runs on that type of adrenaline

Killer also isnt too opposed but likes to play it safer

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kid can last up to 5 maximum before telling you to fuck off and then falling asleep

Killer can go as many as you want, he’ll stir up as much energy as needed to make you happy

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i wouldnt think so but if yall do have any toys its made from Kid himself

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Kid is a GOD at teasing, he loves to be in control and to tease you until are crying for him

Killer also loves to tease even more so than Kid, you would never expect

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kid is loud, he doesnt shut up, he groans and growls, mf laughs when he degrades you shut shut up man

Killer not loud he just lets out a few grunts and small moans

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Killer is the only one who has ever topped Kid

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Kid is rlly thick and girthy. like oh my god you gonna need a few minutes to stretch out around him

Killer isnt as thick but he is long omg

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kid is up ready to go at any given moment all that pent up anger gotta go somewhere

Killer isnt as hyper sexual as Kid but he still enjoys it at least 3-4 times a week

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately after for Kid, like bro will nut and then you hear his loud ass snoring

Killer doesnt fall asleep as fast as Kid mainly cause he needs to calm down first and catch his breath. he also loves to clean everyone up so yall not sleeping all dirty

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