#but just gonna end up here: soaking on their love in the moment of need
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shy girl (eddie munson x fem!reader)
summary: typically shy, you aren't good at telling eddie what you want. finally brave enough to ask, eddie happily rewards you
cw: 18+!, mature language, petnames, smut, pinv sex (unprotected), creampie, anal fingering, shy/nervous first time anal reader idk, lots of praising, porn with very little plot
an: wrote this a while ago and was suppose to be a 3 part butt stuff saga lol but i probably won't do the other 2 parts if im being honest. makes sense alone, theres just clearly a segue for the other parts at the end. kind of edited but not really.
wc: 3.6k+
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Your stomach clenches, whole body quivering with nerves.
“Y’okay?” he asks from behind you, finger just barely brushing over the focus of tonight.
“M’okay,” you answer tentatively.
“You don’t sound okay?”
“I want to do this,” you say with an exhale, forcing your muscles to relax. You drop the side of your head further into the plushness of the pillow, back arching deeper as you breathe away the low vibrations of your nervousness.
His hands rise up your lower back, palms flat to your skin. “You don’t have to.” He glides both thumbs up the sides of your spine before rounding them outwards, massaging an achy spot you didn’t know existed. You relax into it, taking another breath.
“I want to, Eddie. Wanna try it.”
His thumbs return to the base of your spine before gliding upwards, doing it all again. You could fall asleep if he kept doing this— but you don’t. You push yourself up, craning your neck to see him perched behind you on his knees. His eyes flicker up from the movements of his hands on your lower back to meet your gaze.
“Eddie, I’m serious. I want to try it,” you convince, eyeing him. His naked chest glistens in a faint sheen of sweat under the warm light of the bedroom, courtesy of the ample foreplay that brought you both here. His disheveled hair is further proof of how the night has gone. He raises his brows, showing off the sincerity in his widened eyes, hands paused on your skin.
“If it’s just for me, I’m fine with how we usually have sex— I love your pussy,” he smiles crookedly.
Worked up, bare, his cock already hard, and so close to your soaked entrance— it would be easy to give in and let him fuck you stupid, but you prepared for this, you thought endlessly about this, you want this.
“I’ve never done anal before though, wanna try it at least once.”
His hands resume their movements, this time gliding down and over the roundness of your ass. His thumb brushes over where you want him.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes, Eddie. Please.”
“It’s gonna take a while if you don’t want it to hurt. We coulda been warming you up if you told me earlier.”
Your back arches deeper as you deflate, pressing your face forward into the pillow. You knew Eddie had more experience than you, you knew he’s done this before with other people, but you didn’t know how to bring it up. It was only in the heat of the moment when you managed to let the words slip from the tip of your tongue despite planning to say them at the beginning of the evening. At least this time you got the message out, last time you got ready for this, you chickened out on telling him what you wanted and went without.
Eddie brushes his thumb over your hole again before traveling down to your cunt, dipping into your wetness. Shallowly, he circles his thumb in your entrance.
“Shoula told me earlier, pretty girl,” Eddie says and your stomach drops with disappointment. You know you should have, you told him too late and now you have to wait again.
His thumb pulls out from your cunt, trailing upwards.
“Shoulda told me earlier, cause now I’m all worked up and need you— but you’re shy, aren’t you?” His voice drops to a low rasp that makes your disappointment vanish, heated excitement taking its place. “My shy girl, too nervous to tell me she wants me to fuck her in the ass.”
The warmth of your slick on his thumb circles around your puckered hole lightly, teasingly.
“Are you my shy girl?” he asks.
You nod your head, the sound of ruffling cotton on your pillowcase acting as your response. You know Eddie doesn’t appreciate your lack of a real answer when his thumb stops it’s movement.
“Yes, I’m your shy girl,” you say quickly, wanting him to keep going.
“Good girl. My good, shy girl,” he hums. His thumb resumes circles before gliding right over your hole, adding increasing pressure that has your stomach squeezing. You hum happily, enjoying it so far but it doesn’t last for long when he removes both hands from you.
“Touch yourself, baby. Want to see your fingers in your pussy while I get your ass ready for my cock,” he says and your stomach flips.
“Touch myself?” you ask.
“Too shy to touch yourself f’me?” he asks, amusement laced in his voice. You hum, turning your head briefly into the pillow to hide, before taking a breath.
“No,” you reply, the bashfulness of your voice telling both of you otherwise. You bravely snake a hand under your body, holding your hand flat over your mound.
“That’s a good girl, let’s see you sink your little fingers into that pretty cunt.”
Hot and wet, your fingers glide in easily, an audible squelch of wetness sounding out that makes your skin heat from your neck all the way up to your cheeks. Eddie groans from behind you and it gives you the confidence to pull your fingers out, starting a slow pump.
“Thatta girl, keep doing that,” he praises and you hear the mattress shuffle behind you.
You turn your face to see Eddie but when you catch his gaze, he pointedly looks towards your cunt, reminding you with a raised brow to keep going. He shuffles off the bed, moving to the bedside table. Seconds later, with a clear bottle in hand, he crawls back into the bed, moving to sit behind you again.
With the pop of a lid opening, your fingers pause as your mind’s focus shifts to what Eddie’s doing.
“Keep going baby,” he's quick to prompt. “Just gonna warm up some of this lube in my hands and we’ll get you started, okay?”
“Okay,” you reply meekly, making slow wiggles of your fingers inside of yourself, movements far too shallow and tame to get yourself off.
“Gotta relax baby, focus on playing with yourself,” he guides as you hear the slickness of the lube being rubbed between his hands. He finally makes contact between your cheeks, rubbing the warmed up liquid over you.
You try to continue plunging your fingers in and out of yourself but your attention wanes as the pads of his fingers rub circles over your hole.
You resist the nervousness that threatens to creep in. It’s not that you don’t trust Eddie. You trust him more than yourself, it’s just new and you’re not sure what to make of it yet.
“Can you tell me what you’re doing?” you ask shyly.
A gentle palm meets your lower back again, warmth spreading over your skin as he rubs soothingly. An appreciated affection that calms your nervousness.
“’Course, baby,” he answers. “Just getting you ready and lubed up. The slicker you are, and the more relaxed you are, the easier it’ll be.”
You hum an agreement, trying your hardest to focus on fingering yourself. You start building a steady rhythm when Eddie’s hand pauses.
“Gonna start small, okay? Just gonna use my little finger at first— see how you like it.”
“Mhm, okay,” you agree. With his one hand still rubbing a soothing massage on your lower back, you feel the prod at your hole, slow and gentle.
“Just, relax,” he hums quietly, “mhm, just like that, baby.” His little finger pushes into the tightness, and your own fingers pause completely as you take a moment to decipher the feeling.
His hand slides from your lower back, down to rest on your hip. His finger pushes in the slightest bit further. When you feel the knuckle of his finger your whole body moves forward, away from the intrusion instinctively.
“Hurts?” he asks, letting you pull away, leaving just the tip of his finger inside you.
You shake your head. It’s not pain, it’s not something you’ve really felt before. “Just feels weird,” you answer, relaxing back towards him.
“Wanna stop?”
“No,” you reply with another shake of your head. “Keep going, please,” you say when he makes no further moves.
He pushes his little finger into you again, knuckle pushing past the band of tightness but this time you don’t pull away, you breath through the odd feeling.
“How’s that?” he asks, stilling his finger inside you.
“Feels… fine? Not bad, just… tight.”
“Yeah, s’really tight,” he breathes. You feel his finger wiggle the slightest bit and it makes your stomach clench from the strange sensation.
“Wanna play with your clit for me? It’ll make it feel better.”
“What are you gonna do now?” you ask, wanting him to talk you through it some more.
“Get you used to this, just go slow, in and out for now,”
Gliding your fingers out from your cunt, wetness gathered between your fingers, you move to make circles on your clit, letting out a breath at the distracting pleasure.
Eddie starts slow movements of his finger, pulling it out before pushing it back in. With your fingers working your clit and the added pressure, you hum a quiet moan.
“Feel good, baby? Like having my finger in your ass?”
“Like it, feels good so far,” you answer, picking up the speed on your clit.
You get so lost in the buzzing throughout your body that Eddie’s words go in one ear and out the other as he guides you through the next step. You almost don’t notice him switching from his little finger to his middle, only when he gets to the knuckle again do you notice the extra stretch. Surprised, despite him telling you what he was doing, a gasp pulls from your lungs and your circles on your clit stutter.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, just surprised me.”
“Tell me if it starts to hurt, okay?”
You agree and Eddie starts a slow thrust in and out. The feeling is… interesting. It’s like pressure and quite different from when he’s in your pussy.
When his knuckle slips in and out with ease, you feel yourself get excited.
“Ready for more,” you chirp quietly.
“Yeah? Ready for two of my fingers?”
“Mhm, ready for ‘em, Eddie.” Your belly pools with heat just at the idea of two of his fingers inside of you. Your pace on your clit picks up again, having slowed down so you didn’t cum just yet.
He does it methodically, pulling his finger out until just the very tip is left inside of you. Then he adds his second, pushing inside of you so slowly that you nearly feel like pushing back into him— until he gets to the hilt of his knuckles again.
Biting your lip, the stretch is close to being painful and you can’t help the way you tense. Eddie stills.
“My ambitious girl, thought she could take more already. S’hurting isn’t it?”
“No,” you lie unconvincingly.
“No?”
“Just feels like a stretch,” you say, voice coming out squeaky.
“Yeah? Wanna keep going?”
You pause before nodding your head. “Wanna keep going,” you answer, continuing slow circles on your clit.
His fingers prod deeper, knuckles stretching you out and adding pressure. When he finally has both fingers fully inside you, you let out a breath you had held in that clearly you nor Eddie realized you had held in.
“Baby, you gotta keep breathing. If it’s too much, tell me,” he admonishes gently, rubbing his opposite hand along your hip.
“It’s not too much… it’s just different. I want it so bad, Eddie.”
“I’m so fucking hard, you’re not making this easy for me,” he laughs softly.
“I do. I've been thinking about it for a long time. Really want it just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Sweet, shy girl, you can tell me anything. You know I’d never say no to you,” he says as he starts moving his fingers again. You make a conscious effort to breathe, taking deep inhales and extended exhales.
When he eventually gets you used to his two fingers, the way he twists his wrist with each plunge has you humming in the intimate pleasure. More than anything, the thrill of it all is what has you enjoying this the most. It feels good so far but you need more.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, pretty girl?”
“Can you…” you trail off, shyness creeping in.
“Can I?” he prompts, slowing his fingers.
“Can you… can you do that but…” you trail off again.
“Anything you want baby, just gotta ask,” he says softly, hand rubbing along your hip still, encouraging you to say what you want to say.
“I want you to do that and fuck me too,” you say in a quick breath.
“Yeah?”
“Please.”
Eddie laughs softly, his gentle massaging hand turns into a quick squeeze. “I can do that, want me to stuff both your hole, fill you right up?” he asks salaciously.
You pussy clenches at the thought and you need it more than anything.
“Please, Eddie.”
He sinks his fingers deep into your ass, making you moan, lighting every nerve up in your body. He shuffles behind you, free hand guiding your thighs wider to accommodate himself.
“Gonna make you feel so full, you want that don’t you? You been thinking about it?”
“Mmhmm,” you hum. “Been thinking about it for so long, Eddie.”
“Gotta tell me these things, baby. Want to know every dirty thought of yours,” he grumbles in a deep baritone. His fingers twist with the movements of his wrist and you feel the prod of his cock as he drags it through your folds, catching your clit before lining himself up.
“Please,” you whisper, pushing back into him. He lets out a low chuckle and he spares you your additional pleas that sit on your tongue as he pushes inside of you.
The stretch of the head of his cock makes you whine and with the addition of his fingers in your ass it’s a fuller pleasure, one that gets more intense as he pushes deeper inside of you.
“Eddie,” you whimper out, dropping your head to the pillow.
“I know baby, s’a lot isn’t it?”
“Feels good Eddie,” you whine, arching your back deeper.
“Yeah? You like being filled up?”
“Love it, Eddie.”
He draws his hips back and your stomach flips just at the thought of the pleasure to come. When he pushes back in, his fingers wiggle inside of you and your breath catches. He does it again and you swear your head goes fuzzy.
He starts slow, his hips thrusting slow and lazily, barely grazing the backs of your thighs with each stroke. His fingers are what makes your breath stutter. He twists them in and out with the swirl of his wrist, and each time he sinks his cock inside of you, it adds unique pressure that has you reeling. Most of all, you like that it’s him doing it— you feel a profound intimacy having him like this that makes your chest squeeze alongside the burn in your lungs from having every breath stolen.
“Want to add another finger,” he says and you let out a drawn out whimper. He coos, rubbing his free hand along the round expanse of your cheek and up to your waist. “I know you can take it, you’re doing so good f’me.”
“I can take it,” you nod into your pillow.
He pulls back from you, enough to have just the tip of his cock inside, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from pushing back into him. That feeling vanishes when you hear the click of the bottle lid.
“Just gonna add more lube, okay? Make sure you’re nice and slick for me,” he says in a soothing cadence.
“Thank you, Eddie,” you say. He huffs a quiet laugh and you hear the wet sound of the lube in his hand.
“Don’t gotta thank me, pretty girl. I’m having fun back here,” he chuckles and your heart skips a beat at the thought of him enjoying this. It’s a warm feeling— the shared pleasure, it’s hard to explain but just feels good being together like this.
Pulling his fingers almost all the way out, you feel his other fingers glide around your entrance. When he shifts, you take a deep breath.
“Good girl,” he praises.
His free hand finds your lower back again and the stretch of a third finger starts. It’s a lot this time. A lot more than all the other stretches.
“Just breathe, there you go. Doing so good,” he soothes in a low voice. Feeling a heightened sensitivity, you don’t miss the way his cock twitches and throbs inside of you. While the stretch tinges painful, you focus your attention towards that, feeling the way his excitement kicks up in his cock.
The stretch doesn’t give way to pleasure, but the pleasure comes from somewhere else. Somewhere deep inside where you feel connected to Eddie. You’re his like this, physically but emotionally as well. All his. It makes you throb, and you reach between your legs chasing that feeling.
“Fuck, there you go,” Eddie says, voice turning gravelly. His cock kicks up again and he lets himself push forward, sinking halfways inside of you.
His fingers, just barely past the knuckle, shift inside of your tight hole and it has you lighting up in a searing pleasure— pain speckled but so rewarding when Eddie lets out a deep grunted moan.
“Don’t think I’ll last, baby,” he says in a strangled breath.
“Just fuck me, please. Need it so bad Eddie. Need you.”
He huffs a deep exhale. His hand on your lower back pushes you down into a deep arch and you meld to the way he needs you. His fingers shift again and it’s like fire in your veins. You rub quick circles against your clit and with a deep breath that tickles across your spine as Eddie lets it out, he thrusts.
Guttural and from deep inside of you, you let out a pleasure ridden moaned cry.
He pulls back and rolls his hips to yours.
You’ve never felt so full in your life and you love it. It’s thrilling, it’s connecting, it’s masochistically beautiful, and it pools in your lower belly, making your stomach clench in rigid convulses.
“Fuck, feels so fucking good,” Eddie groans. His breath is heavy and only adds to your pleasure. “You like both your holes being filled don’t you, can feel you squeezing me so tight,” he says in a deep grunted babble.
Your moans surpass their usual shy quietness, and the way your pitch raises is barely within your control. If you didn’t feel so conscious-shatteringly good, you might be embarrassed about how your voice echos off the walls. Normally Eddie’s the vocal one, and even with his drawn out groans, grunts, moans, and dirty talk that choruses alongside your own, you’re undeniably loud and it has Eddie’s thrusts stuttering already.
He presses his fingers downwards inside of you and it’s like something shatters. You’re almost at your climax, but that small movement has his cock pressing perfectly against your g spot, and the stretch, the subtle pain, and the blatant pleasure of your fingers on your clit have your muscles seizing. He thrusts as deep as he can, moving quickly in and out to push you over the edge, and you erupt into shakes that tremor through your body.
Your legs threaten to give out and your head turns foggy with buzzing luxury. His thrusts continue and even with your eyes squeezing shut, your vision gets darker until you see the sparkle of your pleasure peaking through like stars.
Eddie spews moans and grunts after whimpers and curses, and pulling his fingers from your ass, he quickly grabs hold of your hips in a pinching grip. Staying planted in your cunt, he chases you downwards on the bed when your legs finally give out. He follows you, prolonging your high, and finding his own as he fucks you into the mattress.
“Fucking Christ— fuck, fuck,” he grunts, hips slapping heavily to your ass in quick thrusts. The bruising grip he has on you, and the urgency of his broken curses tell you he’s on the edge. He sinks his cock deeply inside of you, convulsing balls pressing against your cunt, and you feel the subtle warmth of his orgasm fill you up. Working himself through his high in shallow thrusts with stuttered grunts, the room is silent as you’re reduced to levelling breaths. You feel as light as air with the pleasure of electricity strumming through every inch of you.
He’s pressed to your back, both of you completely collapsed to the mattress but you need to feel more of him. You shift, reaching backwards, and like he reads your mind he’s already searching for you with an open hand.
He pulls out, rolling to the side and you follow, moving yourself to lay against his chest. His hand in yours, it’s sticky and wet and full of lube but you hold it tight, squeezing it within your own. He squeezes back.
You hum with more satisfaction and good feelings inside your chest than you can communicate. Eddie brings his other hand to your back, rubbing it up and down, replying with his own hum.
“That was really good,” you mumble, leaning your cheek to his sweat damp chest.
“So fucking good,” he nearly growls, the tone of his voice proving the assertion of his truth.
You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. His heart hammers below your ear and the rise and fall of his chest soothes you, relaxes you.
“My shy girl,” Eddie hums and from the lightness of his tone you know he’s smiling. Feeling brave from your post sex high, you smile to yourself.
“I can’t wait to feel your cock in my ass,” you say. Eddie lets out a deep laugh that vibrates in his chest.
“Not so shy now, huh?”
Cheeks burning with your smile, you shake your head.
“Want to do you too,” you say. You lose a bit of your nerve but the dramaticized gasp you get from Eddie, you know that he knows what you mean.
“You want to do me too?” he laughs.
“Mhm, want to fuck your ass,” you whisper, just barely mustering the courage to say it. You’re rewarded for saying it with smooth, soothing strokes up and down your back, and a chuckle from deep inside Eddie’s chest.
“Who woulda thought my shy girl’d be so dirty,” he says, pulling you even tighter to him, hugging you extra close.
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#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson smut#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson x fem!reader
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Idk if your requests are open, but I need a fic where the reader (who is very whiny) rides Jungkook's thigh 🤭 maybe hes mean to her. He spanks her and edges her, making her cry. Then he finally lets her c-m (sorry if this was too much)
#pairings: bf!jungkook X reader
#tags: pwp, tight riding, bimbofication, humiliation, overstimulation, pet name, evil jungkook.
#wc: 814
you and jungkook have been dating for like 5 months? and probably the thing that you most like to do is watching movies together, and is always like that, you are spooning, and his hands are in your tits. cute.
but the thing that you really like is how this always ends in good sex.
and in this exact moment, jungkook's hand is pinching your nipples.
you pretend to ignore that, but the truth is that your cunt is wet.
you are always wet for jungkook.
jungkook still pinching you, and you cross your legs.
“already? god, i haven't started yet!” he laughed, pinching you stronger.
“j-jungkook…”
“are you wet? really? you are so pathetic!”
“don’t say that!” you scolding him.
“why not? you like… my pretty dirty girlfriend loves being treated like a whore…”
he took his hand under your panties, brushing his middle finger on you, and you feel so embarrassed because you're so wet and he's doing nothing special.
“i'm gonna make you feel good, kitty, do you want this?” you mumble a 'yes', and at the same time jungkook pulls your shorts down. ''we gonna do a new thing, baby, take off all your clothes to me"
you obey, you always obey your boyfriend, you obey so fast that can be pathetic.
jungkook just takes the pants, leaving you confused when you see the black calvin klein.
when you finally look at his eyes, jungkook's like a new person, his eyes are dark, and you can see that his mind projects all kinds of dirty thoughts.
"sit here, only this one." he says with a slap in your thighs.
you are confused, what that fuck he wants? you even don't do anything, just keep looking at his thighs.
and it irritates him.
jungkook pulls your hair in a brutal way.
"are you dumb or something like that? just sit, put this whore cunt on my thigh NOW." and you obey, sitting on his lap feeling so embarrassed “oh, you’re not dumb, pretty! you’re just a bimbo, right?”
“i’m not a-”
"are you not? oh, really? look at how soaked you are, puppy, looks like a bitch in heat." he's still pulling your hair, but now, he's slapping your face too, spitting at the words in your face.
and you love that, you love when jungkook treats you like just a hole, the thing that you most wanna now are feels stuffed by his fat cock.
“ride!”
“what?”
jungkook doesn't answer you, he just grabs your hips, rubbing you with the greatest strength he can.
you scream with the choque, your already swollen clitoris being rubbed without any delicacy on your boyfriend's leg.
"you are leaky, my favorite object to be used, always so ready to me..."
“p-please fu-fuc-”
jungkook doesn't answer you, he just grab your hips, rubbing you with the greatest strength he can.
you scream with the choque, your already swollen clitoris being rubbed without any delicacy on your boyfriend's leg, you starts crying and drooling, and he laughs, keep going when you shaking on his thighs
“if you cum now, i just keep going, don't be useless, i want some diversion!”
“ple-ase, your co-c-”
“shut up, just open that whore mouth to moan!”
you feel so manhandled and so pathetic because you know that you're gonna cum, you want his cock so much, jungkook's fat cock cumming in your tiny pussy.
“p-plea-” tears ran down your face, and you knew your face was red.
he spits in your face, without stopping rubbing you.
“there's no point in crying, you gonna cum in my thigh, and when this happen, tears in yours eyes don't make me stop, puppy! so don’t cum yet!”
he releases one of his hands from your waist just to pinch your nipples, and you scream, cumming on his leg.
"t-too much..."
“what i’m said? i won’t stop, bitch!”
and he won't stop, torturing you with orgasms, the overstimulation.
making you try to get up from his thigh anyway, but jungkook is stronger, forcing you to keep rubbing there.
“please…. your c-cock!” you beg again, crying. “jungk- baby, plea-se, filled me!”
no matter how much you scream for more, your body was shaking and trying to get away from jungkook, and you were grateful that your boyfriend had strong hands and wouldn't let you leave his thigh.
you came again when jungkook spit in your face, calling you a dirty whore!
your body continues to tremble as jungkook laughs at your situation, your face red, tears mixed with spit, jungkook's thigh and part of the sofa completely wet, and yet you wanted more, you wanted to sink into jungkook's cock until your body blacked out.
"dirty slut, i know exactly what you are thinking"
he pinches your nipple again, then gives you a kiss…
“now you're gonna clean all the mess in my thigh, if you deserve, i will stretch your hole…”
#bts x reader#bts x you#bts smut#bts#bts x fem!reader#bts x y/n#jungkook x you#ao3#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#jungkook scenarios#jungkook#jungkook imagines#jk smut#jk x you#jk x reader
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angeleyes
summary: after seeing nancy get pulled into a trance, eddie gets worried the same might happen to you and makes you a tape with your favorite song on a loop, even though you're broken up
pairing: eddie munson x female!henderson!reader
cw: bit of angst but ends with fluff
recommended songs: 'disillusion' and 'angeleyes' by ABBA
word count: 3.3k
a/n: did i start crying while writing this? yes, yes i did. also NOT PROOFREAD! also feedback is always appreciated :)
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part two of this fic called ‘your song’ can be found here
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the two of you were together for almost a year. you were inseparable from the start but as months passed, you each kept getting busier and busier and whenever you were together, it would end in a giant screaming match with one of you crying while the other stormed off with no apologies in store till days later.
even though you knew the two of you were in a rough patch, you never expected the last fight to be your final one. you were at each others throats, a silly bicker turning into a full blown fight. you were both teary-eyed, throats sore from screaming and holding back tears, pacing all around the trailer. neither really knew what the fighting was about, but it didn't stop the screaming match that definitely caused the whole neighborhood to wake up from their peaceful slumbers
you still remember the exact moment you felt your world shatter. you stood in eddie's room, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you diverted your eyes from him to the floor, littered with his clothes and various items. you didn't want him to see you cry as hard as you were.
all you wanted was him to say anything like "i'm sorry" or "come here" and have him wrap you up in those strong arms of his, while he stroked your hair and told you he loved you and the two of you would be alright. but nothing of the sort came. the quietness deafening after the two of you stopped fighting.
"maybe we just aren't good for each other anymore," eddie muttered out, and you looked up at him with bloodshot eyes
"what? no! don't say that, please" you said, inching forward but he moved back to avoid your touch
"i think we should break up y/n" he said. it was like someone knocked all the oxygen out of your body as your heart started pounding
"eddie-" you tried but he shook his head, a couple of tears slipping down his cheeks
"y/n, please, just go" he said with anger hidden in his voice, facing away from you
"fine" you said, your blood boiling. you stormed out of his trailer and walked out into the cold evening air, using your walk home as a way to cool down and soon enough your anger turned into more sadness
once you arrived home, you couldn't help but let the tears flow freely, feeling as if your heart was broken into a million tiny little pieces
"shit are you okay?" dustin asked you as you crumpled onto the couch, not caring that you would most likely have to explain why you were crying.
"no" you muttered out, curling into a ball and putting a pillow over your face. he walked over to you, sitting on the coffee table across from you
"did you break up?" he asked and you nodded, turning your head to smush your face into the pillow, letting your tears soak into the fabric of the pillow
"shit shit you're gonna be okay i promise" dustin said with a panic
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eddie's trailer was in pure chaos as everyone ripped his room apart, looking for some tape that wasn't a heavy metal song to aid nancy in freeing herself from vecna's trance
"music! we need music!" robin screamed out as you watched as she flung a handful of cassettes onto eddies bed, Eddie swiftly picking one of the iron maiden tapes up and screamed at her "this is music!"
right as you grabbed another box of tapes you heard steve yell "guys!" and all of you ran to the small living room, littered with debris surrounding the mattress that served as your 'landing pad'
you looked up to see steve holding nancy on the floor and you immediately thought the worst, your heart pounding as it skipped a beat, not prepared to see the potentiality of your best friend dead in steves arms
"she's okay! we're going to come through!" steve's voice rang out, laced with urgency. everyone nodded as they cleared the area. you watched as the two of your friends individually climbed up the makeshift rope and fall through the gate onto eddie's mattress
you saw everyone, or at least assumed everyone, swarm nancy, asking question after question of "are you alright?" and "what happened"
nancy just stayed quiet, holding her arms to herself blinking away tears, and you broke away from the group to get her some water as she slowly sat down on the couch
you moved through the all too familiar kitchen of the munson trailer, wanting to reminisce about the memories you shared with eddie in this kitchen, but refusing to do so due to the fact you a) didn't want to waste time helping nancy and b) didn't want to relive the memories that would just break your heart even more
once you handed nancy the water, you let her be, not wanting to overwhelm her or pressure her into talking about what just happened. you went back into the kitchen, not wanting to be in any ones way, and stood there with your arms crossed
this time you allowed yourself to let those memories creep back in. the early mornings where you would make pancakes for you and eddie's breakfast, and what would be wayne's dinner when he came home before he would go to sleep. the times you would teach eddie how to cook when you felt like making dinner together. the late nights you spent listening to the radio and would dance under the refrigerator light. the times you two would spend after hours of endless sex where even when you tried to have a break from each other to get some water just to end up fucking on the kitchen floor.
hell, you even smiled to yourself about the time eddie accidentally bruised his knuckles after enthusiastically waving his hands around while in conversation and smacking them on the cabinet, and you of course had to kiss them better.
you heard some shuffling and mumbling behind you and turned to the hallway just to make eye contact with eddie as you watched him drag dustin down the hall and into his room
you heard the door close and some muffled voices, but you couldn't make out the conversation
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eddie shut the door and turned to dustin who stood there, confused as ever as to why he was being dragged down the hall
"what is y/n's favorite song?" he asked with urgency. dustin looked taken aback.
"excuse me?" dustin questioned, looking at eddie as if he had five heads
"your sister, y/n, what is her favorite song?" he repeated with a stern tone
"shouldn't you know?" dustin snapped with an annoyed look upon his face. even though eddie was one of his best friends and someone he looked up to, this breakup between his sister and him was so new and fresh, he didn't know how to act in this situation
"well it changes with her, like it changes all the time man... for a while it was killer queen by queen and then it changed to dreams by fleetwood mac then it changed to, i think, amoreena by elton john? ugh" he groaned
"eddie, why do you want to know? didn't you two break up like a couple of months ago?" dustin pointed out and eddie shook his head, rubbing his temple
"it was a little over a month ago but-" eddie started before dustin interrupted him
"and didn't you break up with her?" he questioned further, crossing his arms
"well technically but i-"
"'technically' my ass! you completely broke her heart and now you want to know her favorite song? why do you even care all of a sudden? you didn't seem to care when she would come home crying after seeing you at school all day. you didn't seem to care when she wanted to go to her favorite place in this goddamn town but didn’t cause she was scared she'd run into you there. you didn't seem to care when she spent all of her money to buy you those stupid concert tickets for your birthday..." dustin's voice trailed off from his originally loud tone
eddie looked down, a lump forming in his throat
"i didn't know any of that..." he admitted, moving his head up to look at dustin with glassy eyes
"what?" dustin said and eddie nodded, sniffling
"i didn't know she did any of that, especially those tickets" eddie said, his voice cracking which mirrored the cracks forming in his heart
eddie sat down on the bed putting his head in his hands, feeling completely and utterly stupid
"i am the biggest fucking idiot for breaking up with her. it was just the heat of the moment with that stupid fight- and i can't even remember what it was about! i was just tired of the fighting! and now it's been a month but i haven't even talked to her until all of this shit went down but god i love her so goddamn much and i will be damned if something happens to her- if nancy can get under his trance at random who knows if she's next" eddie ranted, standing up and putting both his hands on dustins shoulders
"please dustin, what is her favorite song?" he pleaded. dustin looked at him with sympathic eyes and sighed
"angeleyes" he muttered out and eddie stared at him with a confused look written across his face
"i think her favorite song right now is angeleyes by abba... i always hear her listening to it and singing it around the house..." dustin told him and eddie's eyes widened
he ran to the door to open it but as he did he it revealed you standing there, with your arm and fist up in a knocking position
"y/n" he breathed out and you looked into his eyes, the knots turning in your stomach reminding you of the heartbreak he succumbed you to and you blinked, looking past him at dustin standing there
"sorry, uh we're heading to max's next door, it's safer over there" you said bluntly before turning around and walking down the hallway, steve wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you headed toward the door
eddie watched you leave and made a b line into the cabinet that sat adjacent to their kitchen, opening the door and starting to rummage through the boxes
"what are you doing? didn't you hear y/n?" he heard dustin ask as he approached behind him
"i know for a fact that we have that abba song on an album somewhere" he rumaged some more before pulling out a handful of tapes by ABBA
"my mom loved them so we had a lot of their tapes," eddie explained, walking back to his room and grabbing a blank tape
he looked on the back of each tape till he saw the small words ‘angeleyes’ on the back of the voulez-vous album
he put both in his boombox, playing the song and pressing record so he was able to make a loop of the song
"eddie we need to regroup with everyone next door" dustin pleaded and eddie shook his head
"we can meet them after we get a good loop of at least 10 minutes" he said before turning back to his dresser
"we shouldn't risk being here longer than we already have, what if someone hears us or even sees us in here?" he pleaded again and eddie shook his head, being stubborn as a mule
"fine, we'll be all over there where its safe and you can be over here with the fear of being caught" dustin said with annoyance, starting to leave eddie's room when eddie walked over and stopped him
"just wait 5 more goddamn minutes" eddie told him with an angry tone
"jesus christ okay" dustin responded with his voice higher than normal
eddie heard the end of the song and quickly paused the two tapes, and rewinded before pressing the play and record buttons
he sat on his bed, listening to the song and the lyrics hit him like a train
'Sometimes when I'm lonely, I sit and think about him
And it hurts to remember all the good times
When I thought I could never live without him
And I wonder, does it have to be the same
Every time? When I see him, will it bring back all the pain?
How can I forget that name?'
shit he thought to himself, continuing to listen to the lyrics of the song
'Look into his angel eyes
One look and you're hypnotized
He took my heart and now I pay the price
Look into his angel eyes
You'll think you're in paradise
Then one day you'll find out he wears a disguise
Don't look too deep into those angel eyes'
once the song ended, he rewinded and played it again, internalizing each word he heard from the song
he came to his senses that both of you were hurting just as much when it came to this break up and he felt guilt and resentment gnawing away at him
how in the world could i ever get her back? he questioned himself, feeling as lost as ever
he heard the song again a couple more times as it was recorded onto the blank tape, feeling like a piece of his heart was shattering with each note
he finally felt satisfied with the loop he had made, and quickly ejected the tapes from where they sat and slipped it into his walk man and shoved it into dustins bag along with a pair of headphones, and they carefully walked out of eddie's trailer and to max's trailer next door
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you stood next to robin in the kitchen, the two of you hungrily snacking down a pb&j after finding your appetite now that you knew everyone was safe and was able to take a breather from the traumatizing experience you all shared
"here's one for you and nance" robin said, handing the plates to steve and he smiled before turning to nancy who was in the living room
"where's eddie and dustin?" max asked you, making a sandwich herself and you shrugged, gulping down some water
"i'm not sure, i mean i told them we were coming here and that was almost 20 minutes ago" you said, wiping your face
"should we go check to make sure they're still over there and not getting sucked back into the upside down?" robin asked and you nodded
"yeah i'll go, you two finish eating" you said, putting your plate in the sink and walking out to the front door but you noticed the two of them running across the street from eddie's trailer to max's and you switftly moved from the door as they jumped in
everyone stopped and stared at them since they were out of breath
"where were you guys?" lucas asked and dustin looked at eddie before looking at you and then back to lucas
"uh sorry we had to reattach the caution tape to the front door so it didn't look suspicious" dustin said, and everyone seemed to buy the lie, nodding to each other as everyone convened in the living room
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you sat in the stolen rv in the back, looking out the window at the birds playing in the trees. it was parked on the side of the store where there was room to fit it without taking up spaces in the main lot.
you heard dustin and lucas up front near the steering wheel in some conversation when you felt the seat dip next to you.
you turned your body to see eddie sitting there looking at you.
"hey" he said softly
"hi" you said back, turning to face back to the window
you hadn't really talked to him over the past few days, not knowing what to do or say since you hadn't spoken since your breakup
"y/n can i please talk to you?" he asked sweetly, and you looked at him again, seeing his eyes in a fixed stare
you just nodded, turning to face him completely
"the reason i was late coming from my trailer earlier wasn't because dustin was fixing the caution tape" eddie started, reaching for dustins bag which was by his feet. you blinked at him, muttering an "okay?" which came out with a more annoyed tone than you intended
he pulled out a walkman from the bag, and popped the tape out
"y/n... i don't know what the hell will happen next but i know for a fact if anything happened to you and we didn't have a way to save you i-" he said, wiping a few tears from his eyes
your brows furrowed as you looked at the tape and back at him, meeting each others gaze
"i made this, uh, it's like a 20 minute loop of angeleyes by abba... dustin said it was your favorite song... after seeing nancy be put in that trance just so vecna could talk to her really freaked me out, and i don't know if he'll somehow use you as a pawn in his game, so this is for you" eddie said, fiddling with the tape before replacing it back in the walkman and handing it to you
"oh eddie..." you said, rubbing your thumb over the piece of technology
eddie's heart fluttered as he heard you say his name
"listen, nothing will happen to me, i promise" you said, grabbing his hand in yours. the fact that he was in the shittiest situation to ever occur and he was still thinking about you just made your love for him grow strong, which in turn only fed into your heartbreak because he wasn't yours to love anymore, and he had made that very clear
"yeah but if anything does, i want to- no i need to tell you... i love you y/n henderson. you were the best thing to happen to me in this godforsaken town and the fact that i messed things up will be something i will always regret. i hate that i told you i wanted to break up. i didn't- i was just so sick and tired of always fighting. i've never had someone like you in my life and i thought you were going to break up with me so i went and pulled the trigger before you could. this past month has been pure agony for me, and dustin went and rubbed salt into the wound when he told me about those tickets you got for my birthday, and jesus- im just, im sorry and i love you" eddie told you, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of your hand
you cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him, craving his lips on yours. he kissed back before you pulled away to look at him
"eddie, i don't even know what to say" you muttered out and he shook his head
"you don't need to say anything, i just needed to tell you how i felt just incase" he said and you took in a deep breath
"i've hated you so much these past few weeks for what you did, but fucking hell i love you more than words can say eds. it was very stupid of you to assume i would break up with you just because we were going through a rough patch but, maybe when all of this is over and you learn not to be an idiot, maybe we could have a picnic by lovers lake, just me and you," you said softly, and eddie smiled
"yeah?" he asked, his eyes lighting up
"yeah, maybe i can even tell you about the concert tickets i spent all my money on... it was supposed to be a surprise but i guess dustin ruined that" you joked, and eddie chuckled
"oh honey you didn't have to spend all your money on me, especially not on tickets," eddie said, brushing his fingers through your hair to push it back on your shoulder
"but you deserve it, your birthday's coming up and ozzy osbourne was going on tour and i knew you wanted to see him" you shrugged with a small smile
he kissed you passionately, and you melted into his touch, feeling the warmth of his lips on yours and you didn't realize how badly you needed him till this very moment. it was soon interrupted however as the door to the RV swung open, and you pulled apart, watching everyone clamber in yelling that we needed to go
the engine of the RV roared to life as steve sped off the premises, leading you guys onto the next part of your adventure to killing vecna
fin.
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Love Across Dimensions spicy part 2
Miguel O'Hara x AFAB Reader s/o
Gif credits to @miguelo-hara
Part 1 , Long Distance NSFW blurb
Synopsis: You're from a different dimension than him. You didn't ask to fall in love with the protector of the multiverse, and it sure as hell isn't easy being in a long distance relationship with him. This whole thing is you two being needy ASF for each other. 😏🔥 Outline/headcanon ish format. Word count: 2.3k
TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT(PHONE SEX, MASTURBATING, CONSENSUAL VOYEURISM, FINGERING, P IN V, SPANKING, HICKEYS, DADDY KINK, USE OF SEX TOYS(VIBRATOR)LITTLE DEGRADATION,ORAL F RECEIVING, SLIGHT YANDERE IN ONE STATEMENT TOWARDS THE END, RELATIONSHIP DIFFICULTY.
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(red is you, black is him)
Are you finally gonna let me talk?
I don't know. Are you finally going to keep the promises you make to me?
Stop it. You know when I get an alert that means I need to go, babe. I didn't break it because I wanted to.
I'm just so sick of this, Miguel. You always feel like you have to save everything and everyone. You don't need to be the hero all the time. You have Jess, Peter, Ben..lots of people who are perfectly capable of handling things for you while you're gone.
I have a job to do, it's as simple as that.
And you also have someone right here who loves you and instead of us finally seeing each other after 3 months apart for my birthday, which, by the way was supposed to be an entire weekend but I compromised and canceled the Airbnb & settled for just seeing you for a couple hours and dinner at home and instead, I'm once again up all goddamn night waiting for you and worried about whether my boyfriend is going to actually be alive the next fucking day.
Let me make it up to you.
That's what you said last time.
I mean it this time.
Anyway it's 4 am and I need to be up in literally an hour. Goodnight.
Baby...wait.
*Click*
You hang up and throw your phone on the edge of your bed and sink back under the covers, shuddering as you let your tears of frustration soak your pillowcase.
You doze off for several moments and jolt awake when you hear that familiar zapping sound of an orange portal.
Miguel walks through, eyes a fiery Vermillion fuming under a furrowed brow. "Don't hang up on me again."
You're secretly floating on the inside but you sit up, crossing your arms, holding your ground. He's not going to get off so easily this time.
"What are you doing here?"
"Not happy to see me?" His brow raises.
"No." You scoff, but the corners of your mouth start to give you away.
"Don't be like that..." Miguel croons, honey lacing his tone. He knew he could crack you easier than a chestnut.
"I'm not in the..... mood." Your voice gets quiet at the last word and your chest heaves when his suit deactivates, leaving him bare in front of you.
"Don't look away from me." He says quietly, taking your face in his hands, slipping under the covers with you, gasping at the feeling of his warm thigh touching your hip.
"I have work this morning..." You start to protest.
"Mmm? Well you can't work a full shift on only an hour of sleep." Miguel says, peppering your cheeks with kisses.
His minty breath and slight musk coming off his skin is completely throwing you off guard.
"I...mph...I started my period, today, actually...." Your face relaxes and you finally let out a soft moan of surrender as Miguel reclines you back, focusing on the outline of his broad shoulders rippling as he lays himself carefully on top of you.
He pauses for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitches. "Do you have a clean towel?"
Needless to say, Miguel got his red wings that night.
- Sometimes he keeps a pair of your panties, putting it in his luggage before he leaves. He used to just rip them off you with his talons. But, one time after you two had sex, you used the bathroom and walked back in on him pressing the lace thong to his nose.
You smirked, "Why not just take it with you? And, you won't have to replace another pair."
He loved the idea and started doing it from then on. Saving his wallet and your sanity.
-The "I've missed you" sex is something else. When he can only visit for a few hours it's desperate, rough fucking. The kind of sex where as he's tearing your clothes off, he's telling you,
"Don't have very long baby, sorry if I'm a little rough....." He nips your bottom lip with his teeth tweaking the buds of your breasts in his fingers.
"¿Te parece bien?" (Is that okay with you?)
Fuck yes it is.
The kind where it feels like this fuck session is going to be his last, the way he's moaning, taking the Lord's name in vain over and over while simultaneously praising Him for the soft gift of your body underneath him.
The kind where you're bent over the arm of your couch, taking his cock all at once, over, and over, a battering ram against your cervix. Your eyes are watering, begging for a time out, so he'll pause and relieve your pussy from behind with his tongue, the globes of your ass nearly suffocating his face as he buries himself in between them, starting with your clit and pussy at the bottom then moving on up to eating your ass, slipping a finger into the tight ring of muscle making you groan.
Then, his pretty, glistening face will come back up, his chest pressing into your back with a hand around your throat for support, letting you have a taste of yourself off his lips. They're puffy, wet and sloppy as he glides his cock back into you, slipping into you much easier now.
"Got you nice and wet this time, hmm cariño?" he lays a sharp smack on your ass in praise, the smacking sounds of skin and your high pitched moans piercing the room once more.
- It's soft, sensual, passionate fucks when his visits are longer. The kind of sex with rounds. Start at 10 pm, end at 5 am kind. The, "let's see how many surfaces in this hotel room we can christen with me fucking you on top of it" kind.
The kind of sex that has you zoned out your entire college lecture because the flashbacks just pop up, making you clench your thighs. The kind where he's balls deep in your soaked pussy, and it's still not close enough. The kind where you two swear the sweat from your bodies is making you melt into the other's skin. The kind where he says "I love you" with every thrust of his cock.
When he's fucking you like this he's worshipping your body, particularly focusing on your breasts and tummy at first because when he reaches your pussy, he'll be there for hours. He starts by taking your tits and pushing them up gently, holding their weight, admiring how pretty they look in his hands.
Some time later he'll sit you up in Lotus. The angle his cock is going into you in this position is so good, you're sighing and fighting to keep your eyes open but he'll take your chin in his fingers, kiss you, and lean back a little, making sure you get a good view of his wet cock sliding in and out. Watching him fuck you is a requirement.
"No, baby, abre los ojos....recuerdas? (Open your eyes, you remember?)
You nod dumbly.
"Good fucking girl..." while he watches you with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
-But there's nothing like a good finger fuck from him.
"You're so beautiful..." he whispers while looking down at you, his pretty lips wrapping around your nipple again, his large pad of his tongue doing laps around your areola as he eases two fingers into your pussy with a tight squeeze. You arch your back and press the back of your head into your mattress, eyes shut tight. He begins to move his fingers in an agonizing rhythm while looking at you with his head cocked to the side.
"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispers.
"Nghhh....." you whine a little bit, struggling to adjust to the girth of his thick fingers.
Miguel eases his fingers a bit, curling them a little slower, pressing upwards softly, then brushing them gently down in a circular pattern against the walls of your pussy, coaxing the soul out of your body in a relaxed, steady pump.
"That better...?" He asks gently.
You nod. "Yes, baby...."
Then he hits the sweet spot.
"Oh.......baby.....right there..."
"Right here, sweetheart?"
Fuck, he hits it perfectly.
"Yes baby......oh baby, please, please don't stop..."
"Oh...." Miguel whispers, eyes melting as he keeps his fingers in your favorite spot.
"I won't..." he kissed your forehead.
"Am I making you feel good, sweet girl?"
"Yes, Daddy you are..."
"Fffuck...what was that, baby?" Miguel chuckles and smirks as he keeps finger fucking you.
"Yes, Daddy...." Your eyes roll back, and your breathing speeds up. He's fucking you too good at this point.
Miguel's cock is painfully hard now.
"Hmmm....one more time for me, mami."
"Yes, Daddy..."
Miguel bites his lip, leaning even closer to you, adding his thumb to your clit and swirling it, making you whine even more.
"Just for that, daddy's gonna make you cum."
-Hickeys only where he can see. You love looking at them when you're alone while he's gone.
"One more, baby, just one more...." He teases playfully, locking his lips around your sore ass cheek, several red purplish marks already left behind. You whine a little and bury your head in the pillow, trying to take your mind off the aching suction.
"Babyyyy...," you whine.
"Mmm, mmm, be patient, baby, almost done." He kneads the flesh of your ass with his hands.
"M' sore...." you exhale, but starting to enjoy the way he's massaging your ass.
He ignores you, focused on branding your ass with his spit.
"M'hungryyy...." you whine, adding a dash of sweetness that you know he always gives in to.
"I'll buy you lunch baby, just a few more minutes..." He mumbles, still occupied with your ass.
You pout but let him have his way this time.
-You two have a consensual agreement to voyeurism whenever you shower, or masturbate, he'll sometimes watch you via his surveillance screens at work. It's almost always a bad time for him though, being the workaholic he is. But once in a while he'll cave.
Miguel grumbles and activates his mask, loading the coordinates in his watch when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you undressing in your bathroom in the small, minimized window he keeps open for you in the bottom corner of the screen on his watch.
"Really, right now?" He whispers, exasperated.
But then the water turns on and he sees you move the detachable shower head up and down the front of your body, starting with the top of your lead, then watering your tits. The droplets kiss your body and soak it, leaving it shiny and wet. Miguel's getting hard now.
You place a hand on the steamy glass door and open your legs, letting the stream hit you in that spot you love so much.
5 minutes is all I need.
"Ben. Change of plans, need you on Earth-67. Goblin's at it again. I'll be right behind you."
"Wait, what..."
Miguel doesn't answer as he's already briskly walking away for a quiet place to enjoy the show.
-Phone sex always starts off a little awkward but it's always shamelessly filthy as you two lay in your separate locations, letting each other hear the other one fuck themselves. (red is you, black is him)
"How long have we been talking by now, anyway?"
"No clue."
.......
So, did I tell you Jazmin's engaged? I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid. I need to get my dress next month and I'm kind of nervous.
.......
Hello?
....
Baaabe?
Hm?
You distracted or what?
I am technically working, you know.
Hah. Of course you are.
I thought you were only calling me for one reason.
Which was?
Don't play dumb, cariño.
No, really, what?
Very funny.
What?
Just shut up and start moaning or something, idk.
Oh my God!
What, phone sex is too much for you now?
No, but now you just ruined the mood.
Not my problem.
That's too bad, I had a whole outfit planned and everything.
Care to share what this 'outfit' looks like?
No way. I'm still mad at you.
You're not mad when I'm eating you out like the last supper.
Stop!
C'mon now baby...
Uh uh.
*Exhales* Cariño...
Fuck. You...
Baby...
*Grumbles*
Mi amor, mi vida, mi alma....
*Speechless*
My goddess...
*Getting weak*
My sexy little wife...
*Deep breath*
Mrs. O'Hara...
*quietly* Mrs. O'Hara....
Mmmmmm...does that excite you, hermosa?
yes baby....what are you thinking about right now?
I'm stroking my cock, wishing I was fucking that pretty pussy....
Miguellll.....
Shhhhh...baby.....not so loud...
Baby pleaseee...
Keep making those sounds for me baby. Tell me that I'm all yours.
You're mine...
Keep going....
You're all mine baby. I don't want anyone else but you....
Ffuck, that's right baby. Are you touching yourself?
Yes baby, I am...
Good girl....God you're so fucking sexy.
Oh....
Do you have your vibrator on?
Yes baby I do...
Good...put it on that clit for me.
Oh....oh my fucking God....
Yeah....like the way I'm spoiling your pussy, hmm?
Yes Daddy, I love it..... I love it so much.....
Call me that again...
Daddy....
That's right baby...such a filthy girl.
Yeah....
So fuckin naughty..
Yes Daddy I am...
Fffuck.....you're all mine right baby?
Yes Daddy...
You belong to me?
Yes Daddy I'm all yours....
Fffuck that's right baby...you're all fucking mine. Gonna fucking kill anybody that takes you away from me..
I love you so fucking much....
I fucking love you baby...God you drive me so fuckin insane...
Miguel.....Baby, I wanna cum....
Cum for me princesa...wanna hear you whine while I make you cum all over my cock....
Oh God....
Tell me you're close baby?
I'm close, baby....
God I wanna fucking ruin you...
Ruin me baby...
I'm gonna fuckin ruin you....pound you....fuck you so fucking hard....
Mmmmm yeah?
Gonna fucking shove this cock down your pretty throat....let you swallow my cum...
Oh baby I want you so fucking bad...
How much baby?
So fucking much baby, you're all I think about...I cum just thinking about you....
Cum for me right now.
Ohhhhhhh....
*Panting*
Baby....
Was that good for you baby?
Yes baby....it was fucking amazing...
Good... because we're doing it again.
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♡ Content warning . 18+ mdni, nsfw under the cut, mentions of knife play, daddy kink, dark yandere themes ig?? be warned
Can’t stop thinking about Mark putting all his weight on top of you after a long day :( knowing that you’re so needy and desperate for him, and the instant that he walks through the door you’re already naked and on your knees waiting for him. Just an obedient, cockdrunk little slut the moment he gets his big cock inside of you, and you can’t do anything but take it.
“daddy’s here, baby, never gonna leave you alone this long again.”
“yeah? Is daddy pounding those princess parts good?”
“Oh, baby. Daddy’s got you, shh shhh…”
his tummy, soft and plush and oh so perfect, presses against yours as he pounds your guts. He really tries not to put all his weight on you, but he’s so tired and you’re making him feel so good like the perfect little girl you are and he can’t help it— he presses into you, rests his bulging arms on either side of your shoulders as he forces his hard cock past your teeny tiny walls. Your eyes rolling back, small whimpers leaving you as you call out, “daddy! Daddy!”
He can’t help but fuck you harder at that, and on your end it’s getting hard to breathe because he’s so much bigger than you and he’s so heavy— but it feels so good, your little swollen lips wrapped tightly around your daddy’s big cock, his deep voice growling in your ear about how much of a good little fucktoy you are. It’s not long before you’re squirting, soaking the sheets in your warm, wet arousal as he bullies his slick coated cock in and out of your pussy <3
But he doesn’t stop there, no. Daddy’s got a lot of stamina tonight, people at the office have been making him mad and asking questions about where you are and he needs to let it out somehow. So soon he’s got you on top of him, full Nelson style, pounding your guts. His muscle-y hands wrapped around your head, also holding your ankles over your ears. Pounding and pounding, abusing your raw fucked hole as he whispers out that nickname you love so much.
“Bunny… such a good little bunny.”
“Take that cock, you dumb bunny.”
His balls hitting your freshly spanked thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of the heavy sacks as you watch them slap against your creamy little pussy.
He cums inside you more than once, making sure to fill his baby up to his heart’s content. His cum, white and stringy, connecting to your used cunt and his fat cock as he moves in and out, in and out <3
He uses his favorite pocket knife to cut his initials into your lower back as he takes you for a third time, your ass in the air like a little whore waiting to be bred. He licks up your blood with his tongue, groaning at the taste and getting lost in his deranged thoughts. Tweaking your nipples, maybe even putting some clamps on them— it’s up to you! But either way, you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. You’ll stay here, getting filled and fucked and bred until Mark is satisfied, only being saved from those torturous jigsaw traps all those months ago to be his own personal fleshlight. It’s all you’re good for <3
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How you get the girl — Pablo Gavi
Pablo comes to your house in the middle of the storm to tell you he wants you back and he still loves you.
Word count — 1,8k
a/n: what can I say, taylor inspires me a lot. (ANGSTY but with a happy ending!)
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Ever since you and Pablo broke up six months ago, every time he told someone you weren’t together anymore, people asked him the same question. «Why did he let you go?» and the truth was that he couldn't understand how he had been stupid enough to let you go. You were the girl he had fallen in love with and yet, he had been stupid enough to lose you.
He thought a lot about you, every night he went to bed wanting to text you and every morning he woke up thinking it was a good option to call you. He had never done it before, Gavi had never dared to approach you, fearing that you wouldn't want him anymore.
"Pablo, what are you doing here? It’s raining. Are you insane?"
He shook his head, his eyes meeting yours. You were so pretty, you’ve always been pretty to his eyes.
"I needed to talk to you."
"Couldn’t you wait until the rain stopped? Oh, Pablo, you’re going to get sick. Come, come in."
Gavi needed to talk to you and he knew that outside, with the rain falling so hard, it was impossible. He preferred the privacy of your home so you both could have a real conversation. He was led by you to the living room and you picked up some towels.
"Strip. You’re gonna catch a cold."
"What?"
"I will bring you clothes. I still have some of your things in my room."
There were countless times your ex-boyfriend had been to your house. You remembered the nights you would just hug, talking about everything that was going through your heads. Gavi was a person who didn’t get along with the pressure people put on him, he didn’t react well when things went wrong on the pitch. He would get stressed and the pressure wouldn’t help. He just loved coming to your house and disconnecting from the real world, he loved to hear you talk because your voice calmed him like nothing else.
When you came back, Pablo was still standing there, all wet and with the towels in his hands. His body was shaking from the cold, even though the heat was on. You passed him the clothes you had on him, a pair of pants and a t-shirt. They both still smelled like him.
"Do you want me to start you a shower or a bath?"
"No, it’s fine. Really."
"Okay, then I’ll go make something hot to drink."
You went to the kitchen without waiting for his answer, simply wanting to leave there for a moment. You weren’t ready to see Pablo after months of missing him like never before. It was painful to have him so close and at the same time so far away. He had hurt you, grabbed your heart and broken it into thousands of pieces, he never dared to apologize. Gavi never called you, he never texted you. He had moved on with his life, while you kept the memories of the relationship.
What was he doing there? The question didn't leave you alone. Outside the weather was the worst, it rained like never before, it was actually a thunderstorm, but Gavi had appeared to knock on your door.
Taking a breath, you finished preparing the hot drink and went to the living room, where you met your ex-boyfriend. Pablo was now dressed in dry clothes, although his hair was still soaked.
"I made you a mug of tea."
"I still love you."
The statement took you by surprise. Your shaking hands left tea on the table, while you stood there. The brunette kept looking at you. He spoke again, just because he thought you didn't hear him.
"I still love you."
"Pablo, don’t do this to me."
"What? Tell you how I feel? I never stopped loving you at all."
You shook your head. You were shocked by what he was telling you, you couldn’t just accept it like everything was fine. It wasn't. He had broken your heart with his hands.
"Did you try to call me at all, Pablo?"
"I was never brave enough to do it.”
"You’re a coward, that’s what you are. You broke my heart and never dared to apologize, or at least say you screwed things up. You come six months later to tell me you still love me? Is everything a joke to you?"
Gavi was embarrassed, he knew it probably wasn’t the best choice of words, but he really wanted to let you know how he felt. After everything that happened in the past, he believed you still would listen to him.
“I know It’s been a long six months and I was afraid of telling what I want— I practically lost my mind since I lost you, all because I left you without giving you any explanation. I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have left the one girl I’ve loved and will love all my life. I just know that I’ve ever missed anyone or anything as much as I missed you. I didn’t know until now that missing someone like that was possible."
"Pablo, it’s too late now."
You were crying, tears poured down your eyes and all your emotions struggled to find a place in your chest. Loving a person and at the same time making such a difficult decision was cruel.
“It's okay, but I'm not okay with the fact I lost you because I was stupid enough to not fight for you. I will accept that you no longer love me and I have ruined everything. But I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to come here and tell you how I feel about you.”
You kept quiet for what seemed like an eternity, until you breathed and found his gaze once again.
"I still love you, Pablo. But you broke my heart and I can’t just— I can’t accept you breaking it again. I can’t tolerate someone who I love breaking my heart not just once, but twice."
"I will not. I will not break your heart again, I will pick up every piece I have broken."
You looked at him. He seemed honest.
"No, Pablo. I can’t do this anymore."
"I will wait as long as you need."
"For what? Do you think I’ll change my mind?"
Pablo didn’t answer, so you spoke again.
"I will bring you the things that belong to you. It’s over, for good."
You went to your room, where you still kept a box of all his belongings. Photos, his clothes and gifts that he had given you and certain things that you had borrowed, but had never given them back before. Having all those things in your room made you remember him and spending those months with his memory had been painful.
You came back with the box in your hands and leaned it on the table. Letting go of everything was a real goodbye, saying goodbye to the love you had for him. You didn’t really feel sure about anything you were doing, you still wanted him to fight. That he would tell you that he needed you, that he would fight to be by your side.
“Everything is here.”
"Okay, so I guess this is a goodbye."
Wasn’t he going to fight a little more?
Your ex-boyfriend got up from the couch and took the box, you walked him to the door quietly, but when he opened it, both saw that outside it rained torrentially. The weather had not improved and seemed to only get worse every minute. He stepped forward, until you stopped him, holding his arm.
"Pablo, don’t go."
He turned, his brown eyes holding your gaze. The same eyes that had looked at you at your best and worst moments. The ones that belonged to the person you loved the most.
"Wait until the rain stops."
"Okay."
You both returned to the living room, where you sat on the couch. Pablo left the box on the table and his hands approached the box to pull out a picture of you two. You saw him smile. It was a picture of when the team had won La Liga, Pablo was very happy that day. You had been there with his family to support him and when you saw your boyfriend, you couldn’t help running and hugging him. His family had captured the moment, where you were both on the floor, smiling like two idiots.
He spoke, "I miss this."
"Me too."
"Look at this." He smiled, pointed out another picture. It was a Polaroid.
You were both sitting on the couch, smiling for the camera. It seemed like forever ago, but it had only been a few months.
"Why did you never call? If you had called me..."
Your voice caught him by surprise, Gavi left the picture in the box. You could see that his hands were shaking a little and now it wasn’t because of the cold or the rain.
"Would you have listened to me? Would you have accepted that I loved you and ruined it because I didn’t know what I wanted?"
"Yes."
"Is it too late now? Is it too late to tell you that I love you and that I want you back?"
"It’s not too late, Pablo."
His eyes shone with longing and hope. It was the first time in that afternoon that you gave him signs of hope. That maybe, just maybe, you could give him a second chance.
You grabbed another one of the Polaroids and looked at it. Pablo and you were on the beach, the two of you smiling as you kissed each other. His hands held you by the waist, while you held him by the shoulders, giving him a hug.
You missed him, you loved him, and you needed to have him by your side. Being so close to him and remembering everything that had once been put things in perspective.
"Please let me love you right this time, let me love you as you deserve to be loved from the start."
"Won’t you break my heart?"
"I swear to you that I won't, I will love you this time. I will prove to you that it is worth giving me a second chance. I will not let you down."
You cried, Pablo was seconds away from doing it too. You approached him and allowed him to give you a hug and hold you in his arms. Both of you remained silent for a long time.
"I don’t deserve you, mi amor." he said.
"I am the only one who can decide if someone deserves me, and I can say that you are that someone who does."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Pablo."
Pablo would work hard every day to make things right and let you know how much he loved you.
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ok hear me out!!!!! pedro and y/n are super good friends (but they secretly love each other) and y/n has a cute 3 year old daughter that’s obsessed with pedro and for halloween she asks him to dress up as mando and she will be grogu and they act like father and daughter all the time and y/n almost burst seeing them looking so cute together and pedro never thought about having kids but he loves y/n daughter so much and is so over protective with both of them and idk pedro and y/n end up getting together and they are a beautiful family, i just love picturing dad!pedro wearing cute halloween costumes with his kids 😭 i love being delusional
pairing: Pedro pascal x reader
a/n: this is the cutest effing thing that anyone has ever thought of ohmygod
"Sure"
What? That was it? He didn't need any convincing?
"I-I'm sorry what?"
He smiled, watching your face frown in puzzlement
"Of course I'll dress up for Halloween if that'll make Maya happy"
"As the Mandalorian?" you asked, just to make sure he understood what he was agreeing to
"as the Mandalorian" he nodded
"And she'll dress as baby Yoda"
"Grogu,"
"What?"
"It's Grogu, not baby Yoda"
You didn't know if you wanted to roll your eyes or laugh.
"you're incredible you know that?" you chuckled, throwing your arms around his neck to hug him "She's gonna be so happy"
"Incredible, huh? I like the sound of that" he chuckled as he hugged you back
"shut up" you laughed, soaking in his scent and warmth for a moment "Thank you"
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Your feet were kind of hurting, and Maya had gathered enough candies to feed an army, but she was so happy and excited that you didn't have it in you to tell her it was time to go home.
The neighborhood was filled with kids dressed up as every type of monster laughing and running around, and Maya, Maya was over the moon.
She looked so incredibly cute in her costume, and the way she insisted on holding Pedro's hand every living moment just made it all the more heartwarming.
And Pedro... Pedro was more than happy to comply.
He'd been making her laugh and smile the whole night, going with it every time she wanted him to say his character's lines or reenact a scene in the middle of the road.
You had spent the whole night watching them, and with every gesture, your heart warmed and your eyes threatened to spill.
Now maybe you were being dramatic, but there just was something about the image that was making you feel all sorts of things, half of which you couldn't even name.
And you weren't the only one, because Pedro was having a realization of his own. He always knew he loved you and your daughter incredibly, but now... now a deeper feeling was igniting in his stomach, one that didn't want this night to end, that maybe, just maybe wanted this to be the rest of his life.
"Aren't you just the cutest little monster?" the old lady at the door cried as soon as Maya stepped closer.
"'m not a monster!" She protested, clearly not happy about it "I'm Grogu, and this is my dad, Mando" she explained, pointing at Pedro.
And he knew she just meant in the show, just like you did, but hearing that word come out of her mouth so easily made time stand still for a moment.
"Oh I'm sorry" the lady laughed sweetly "Here, let me apologize with some candy"
"yes please!" Maya smiled, forgetting all about the lady's mistake as her bucket filled once again
"thank you ma'am, have a good night," she recited as you'd taught her.
"have a good night sweetie" the lady smiled, watching her and Pedro walk away.
"I'm sorry about... that" an awkward chuckle left your lips "She just gets very defensive about her costume"
"Oh don't worry" The lady's eyes crinkled as she drew a reassuring smile "She's a nice kid" she said, finding your eyes after a moment of silence "You're a really beautiful family"
"oh-" you stopped, because as you were about to correct her, you realized... you didn't really want to,
"t-thank you" you nodded "Have a good night"
Your head was spinning, and your heart was racing and-
"Are you ok?" Pedro's hazel eyes looked concerned, and it took you a moment to understand he was talking to you.
"Y-yeah, it's nothing" you tried your best to smile
"Are you sure?" he asked "Maybe we should sit down a minute"
"I'm fine Pedro" you let out a breathy chuckle "I promise"
"I can hold your bag if you want" he offered, not ready to give up just yet.
"Pedro..." you only raised an eyebrow
"alright, fine" he held his hands up in surrender "I give up"
But before you had time to say anything else, Maya was already dragging him to another house.
It was only ten minutes later that he noticed something change in her, she wasn't talking as much, and her eyes were getting all droopy, and as a big yawn left her mouth, he smiled to himself.
She was finally tired.
"You sleepy sweetheart?" he asked, stopping to look down at her.
"a little" she murmured.
"oh baby" you pouted, "you wanna head back home?"
"mh-mh" she nodded
"c'mon let's go then" you gestured,
But for some reason, she stayed exactly where she was.
"you don't feel like walking anymore?" Pedro asked, to which Maya slowly shook her head.
"I can carry you if you want"
It was like a match had lighted inside her eyes from how much they sparked.
"if that's ok" he said, turning to you
"of course" you nodded, watching as your daughter wrapped her tiny body around Pedro's the moment he picked her up.
It was a ten-minute walk back to your house, and in those ten minutes, two things happened:
Maya fell asleep, softly snoring into Pedro's ear and making both of you laugh
Every doubt Pedro had in his mind, dissipated into thin air.
He wanted this.
He wanted you, he wanted to be there for Maya, he wanted to wake up in the morning and make both of you breakfast, he wanted to come home to a full house, and even if he'd never really thought about having children, now it seemed like the easiest decision ever.
He'd always loved you, and he'd always loved helping you out with Maya ever since she was born, but for some reason, maybe fear, maybe cowardice, he'd never told you, but now... now for some reason it felt like all the pieces of the puzzle were coming together, like he had finally gotten it, and as terrifying as it was, he needed to tell you.
Which is why, after you had put Maya to sleep and joined him on the couch, he said:
"I had a lot of fun tonight"
You laughed at that for some reason "You don't have to lie, Pedro, I know Maya can be a handful sometimes"
"No, No I'm serious" he insisted "I love spending time with her... and with you of course"
"oh" you breathed, surprised "Well I'm glad" you smiled "and for the record, I like spending time with you too, and so does Maya"
His lips twitched into a big smile then, as some of his anxiety melted away.
"So I- uhm" he cleared his throat, and you couldn't help but frown at his sudden change in demeanor.
Why did he look so... scared?
"I wanted to tell you something" he finally spoke
"you're scaring me Pedro" you attempted a half-laugh
"N-no it's nothing bad" he reassured you "or at least I hope"
"Ok..." your frown only deepened "What is it?"
You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed thickly.
"Well the thing is that..." he murmured, his trembling eyes looking into yours as he took the longest pause known to mankind "that I love you y/n"
there, it was out. No turning back now.
"I felt this way for a really long time," he said "Well since before Maya was born, but... you know, you were with-" he stopped himself, not able to say that piece of shit's name "and then when she was born your life was already hard and I didn't want to give you one more thing to think about, or maybe the truth is just that I was terrified of losing you" he laughed softly "and I still am, to be honest" he confessed "but I just wanted you to know now, because y/n I really do" he promised, gingerly taking your hand in his as your eyes watered "I love you, and I love Maya, and-and I- I understand that it's difficult and it's fine if you don't feel the same way... but I'd really love for us to be a family,"
It was your turn to speak, but it took you a while to remember how.
"I-" you sniffled as tears fell from your eyes "of course I love you too Pedro" A laugh bubbled inside your chest "B-but- Are you sure you want to do this?" you had to make sure "Taking care of Maya it's not always easy, or pleasant, and it's not a part-time thing, it's all day, every day" you spoke "So before you make any decisions I just think you should consider that"
He looked at you like you'd just explained to him the hardest physics theory to ever exist.
"Y/n" he couldn't help but smile "I know all that, and I know that I don't fully understand what it means yet, but I promise you that I'll do everything I can, that I'll try as hard as I can, that when I say I want this, I mean it"
A wide smile pulled at your lips as you leaned closer
"you sure?"
"one thousand percent" he promised "I love you y/n"
And that's all you needed before you finally let your lips meet with his, tasting all of him for the first time, and melting in his arms like ice on a summer day.
"I love you too Ped-"
But just as you were speaking, a softer, smaller voice caught your attention.
"Mommy?"
You let out a small chuckle before turning towards Maya, who was standing in the hallway to the living room in her pjs, hugging Berry, her teddy bear.
"what is it pumpkin?"
"I had a bad dream" she murmured, looking exhausted.
"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry" you cooed, "you want to come here on the couch with us for a little while?"
She complied immediately, stumbling towards you, until she was close enough for you to hoist her up and next to you.
"there" you murmured, as she settled right against your side "feel better?"
"mh-mh" she nodded, her eyes already closing
"it was just a dream baby, it's not real" you murmured, petting her hair as she clung to your arm "I'm here now"
And all Pedro could do, was watch mesmerized, as he dreamed of when he too, was gonna be able to do that.
"see" you whispered after Maya's soft snores started filling the room "This is what I was talking about. You still sure you want this?"
His lips pulled into a soft smile as he answered.
"Y/n" he murmured, "I think it's all I ever wanted"
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just saw an asks where you are talking about mean eddie mocking you and it did something to me lmao. could you elaborate on that with a little blurb. maybe ur riding eddie and it just feels so good that your legs give up on u and he is being mean and sarcastic about it till he takes the lead
author’s note: i couldn’t remember what i said about that so just enjoy really playful/mean eddie, this would’ve been longer but i’ve been struggling a bit lately, still i hope you enjoy!
cw: 18+ (minors dni) mean!eddie & mean!reader (but it’s all playful, slight dom!eddie (if you squint), protected sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare, if i missed anything lmk!
word count: 1.8k
Eddie was an antagonizer in its purest form, never malicious but always with an endgame in mind. It would start as subtle teasing, off-handed comments that would have you retorting back in such a manner that Eddie couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’d get you back for it later.
He’d crowd behind you at your locker, hand clasped over yours where it’s gripping the metal and whisper against your ear, “Keep wearing stuff like that and I’m not gonna be able to handle myself.”
You could wear anything and Eddie would have the same response, but that was beside the point. His free hand slips into the open hole of your ripped jeans against your upper thigh and squeezes, forcing a surprised laugh out of you, muffling it with your hand as you ducked your head into your locker, elbowing him gently with your other arm.
It was an everyday occurrence now and you’ve learned the only way to shut him up is to react, even if you’d regret it later.
“What? So you can fuck me in the bathroom again?” You tease lightly, “A whole three minutes? I know you can do better.”
Eddie shrugs, “Can you blame me?”
His attraction toward you was never-ending and intense, something you’ve never experienced before him. Eddie was the kind of suffocating love you always wanted, soaking up every moment of it.
“Part of me thinks you like the idea of getting caught,” You smirk half heartedly, “kinda fucked up if you ask me.”
“You’re one to talk.” Eddie replies, ignoring your obvious jab.
You laugh softly, leaning forward until your lips are barely touching, eyes glaring into Eddie’s, “Is that what you want?”
Eddie makes a small noise of confusion, still playing into your act.
“You wanna fuck me, right here?” Eddie wouldn’t dare, he’s not that asinine, but he enjoys the back and forth, the deep fire in your eyes as you speak to him. Your hand tugs at the hem of his shirt, hand resting just above the belt of his jeans, twisting the shirt in your hands slightly before pulling him toward you abruptly, pressing a bruising kiss against his lips.
“Too bad,” You answer for him, “I need to focus on this English test,” Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes—you were perfectly fine, up to aces with all of your work and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you wouldn’t pass, “and Principal Higgins is watching us—so you should probably get to class.”
Eddie chances a glance to his left, realizing just how right you were. He looks back quickly, familiar smirk on your face as you pull away, reaching behind you to close your locker.
“Stay out of trouble?” You ask, tone soft and warm toward him.
“No promises,” He replies wearily, scratching at the side of his jaw, mindful of the eyes still watching you both, “everyone’s out to get me, remember?”
“You’ll stay out of trouble,” You assure him again, eyeing him briefly, eyes dragging from head to toe, “right?”
And he can see it in the look you give him, the salacious grin on your face. There would be consequences—or metaphorical consequences, not that he didn’t have a way to counter them, but he nods.
“Mhmm,” He agrees, nodding slightly. “Promise.”
But, promises didn’t always hold up and we’re bound to break at some point.
And it’s no surprise when you find Eddie in after school detention with an even more shameful look on his face than earlier in the day, dragging his feet up to you in a leisurely manner as he wraps his arms over your shoulder, slung around you loosely.
“You never listen to me,” You complain with amusement, letting him press a light kiss into your hair, the smirk evident in his face even if you couldn’t see him. “Do you?”
Eddie thinks for a moment, briefly, “No.”
So, by later that night, it’s almost a constant back and forth, neither of you daring to break until Eddie gets his hands around your thighs, pulling you tight against him, burying himself even deeper.
“What was that?” He asks, a patronizing lilt in his voice, breath coming out in pants. “I didn’t hear you.”
“I can’t—“ You breath out, shoving his hands away weakly, “no more, Eddie, please.”
He’d already managed to make you come twice, quickly working his way into a third, his hips moving gingerly as he listened to you, though he was obviously enjoying your torture, his eyes lighting up at the feeling of your muscles twitching involuntarily under his touch, too weak to even raise yourself up onto your knees.
“Fuck—you really got a fuckin’ mouth on you when you like to think you’re in charge,” Eddie laughs slightly, “baby, that’s never the case.”
And even if that was true, you don’t really mind.
“Eddie,” You plead, hands shoved against his chest in an effort to push away slightly, “come on.”
“Do you really wanna stop?” Eddie teases, fingers slipping into the dip where your hips meet your pelvis and rocking your hips slowly, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure as your mouth drops open, a broken gasp leaving your lips.
Your eyes are barely open, riddled with exhaustion and hanging on by a thread.
“Didn’t think so.” He comments off handedly, “Look at me.”
You shake your head petulantly, lids falling shut as you breathe deeply, savoring the deep penetrating feeling of Eddie inside of you, hitting the spot that made your entire body ache, skin feeling white hot.
Eddie slaps your thigh lightly, a gentle warning.
“Hey,” Eddie chides, “you can handle it, right?”
It’s the same tone you used on him early, only countered toward you. He knew exactly how to get under your skin.
“Shut up.” You pout, blunt nails digging into his chest.
Eddie grunts softly, tutting his tongue against his teeth.
“S’not as sweet when you’re on the receiving end, is it?”
Eddie drives his point even further with a sharp thrust of his hips, hands squeezing impossibly tight against your skin.
Your mouth falls open further, which Eddie mimics in a way that drives you mad, face contorting into a mix of frustration and yearning, begging him to give it up—whatever act he was playing or devious plan he had in the back of his mind.
But, Eddie was stubborn.
“I know you wanna say it,” Eddie tells you, “Say it—say my name, sweetheart.”
You sigh heavily, head tipping back, “Fuck—Eddie,” Eddie makes a quiet noise of approval, “Eddie—“
“See how perfect you sound when all you can think about is me,” Eddie seethes, grunting as the rate of thrusts grew faster, forcing you to fall forward, hands digging into the soft fabric of the pillow, “so drunk on my dick you can’t think of anything else.”
“I’ve got plenty of thoughts in my head.” You retort.
Eddie huffs a laugh, daring you to challenge him.
His hands grip your own, clasped between his warm palms, his hips suddenly unmoving.
“Do it yourself then,” He instructs, “yeah?”
But, your body was entirely too weak, hips aching from the stretch and muscles screaming protest—you just wanted to rest, have Eddie wrap his body around you and lull you to sleep, but instead you were here, reaping the consequences of getting under Eddie’s skin all day.
Your movements are slow, without any real rhythm, just a desperate grind of your hips, seeking the friction.
And it’s frustrating, face again furrowing in annoyance as you rocked your hips jerkily, eventually giving up, slight frown on your face.
“Say you’re sorry,” Eddie says, “for teasing me, making fun of me—“
“God, you’re unbelievable—“
Eddie makes a pointed face, eyebrow quirking in amusement.
The smug bastard. He didn’t care for an apology, he just wanted the satisfaction of seeing your crumble under his will.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” You say in exasperation, “but Eddie, I can’t—I really can’t take anymore—“
Eddie nods, pulling you down toward his chest and flipping you in one slow, fluid motion, bodies never disconnecting.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” He smiles, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, hurried kiss, hips moving quickly against you, his fingers finding your clit almost instantly and it’s all too overwhelming, body pliant to his touch but aching for release, “you still with me?”
You nod slightly, forcing your head deeper against the pillow, eyes shut in exhaustion as Eddie pressed himself against you, mouthing at random parts of your skin, delicate touches to remind you he was still there, his hand still an igniting pressure against your cunt, fingers working quickly over your swollen clit.
“Hey, eyes,” He nudges softly, squeezing at your thigh, “look at me, babe.”
You peek at him slightly, laughing at his righteous grin.
“Just one more,” He promises, his early words seeping back into your thoughts, “that’s it.”
And when it hits you, you don’t even have the energy to make a sound, mouth falling open as you grip at Eddie’s shoulder, bound to leave bruises from the tightness of it. He makes sure to carry you through until it’s all over, snapping his hips a few more times until it’s over for himself, having held out for longer than he’s used to—it’s guttural, the groan that escapes him, hands fisting in to the pillow beside your head to avoid squeezing you too hard.
“So, about those three minutes—“ You start lightly, attempting to wean Eddie back into consciousness.
“Had to prove a point,” Eddie explains through staggered huffs, “how’d I do?”
“Do I really need to answer that?” You ask profoundly, hair matted to your face from the sweat, chests touching with every breath you took.
“Just checking,” He chuckles, pressing a messy, closed mouth kiss over the tip of your nose, “gotta piss me off more often, sweetheart—this is pretty fun.”
“Fuck you.” You reply playfully, kicking him off weakly until he’s falling to his back on the mattress, “I can’t even feel my legs.”
Eddie disposes of the condom discreetly while you slowly slip your underwear back on, crawling back up the bed lazilyy until he’s flat on his stomach, hands reaching for the tender flesh of your thigh.
“Let me take care of you then,” Eddie smiles slightly, those his words are laced with dangerous undertone—it’s all teasing, but it earns a familiar look of warning his way, “I meant like, a massage or something. You know, not everything I say is dirty minded—“
You offer a pointed glance his way, seeing right through his bullshit.
“Okay, most of it is—but come on, let me.”
You sigh quietly, nodding in response.
His touches are just as gentle, if not more.
It’s a reminder of how well Eddie balanced all of it, the hard intensity of his exterior alongside the delicate personality woven on the inside—it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced before, but it was everything you needed.
Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson headcanons#my writing#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x y/n
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Congrats again!!! You deserve all the love 🥰
📝You know I’m already gonna ask for a Drabble about my man Joel 😂 I am thinking in the middle of outbreak and they get a moment alone in an abandoned building and he has some fun with reader 😈 I want that filthy mouth of his 🤭
A Lesson in Listening
18+
Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: Joel stumbles into your hideout and proceeds to change your whole life during the outbreak.
“I told you to stay fucking behind me,” Joel growls, shoving you into an abandoned Target. You’d been camped out here for a few days, before Joel “sex on legs” Miller wandered in.
“Sorry. I was trying to help!” And you really were. Raiders are almost worst than infected, and you made a stupid move and almost got caught. But your intentions were to help.
“Need to teach ya to listen, darlin’,” he huffs, looking you over to make sure you aren’t hurt. His concerned slowly melts from his face, replaced with something wicked. Sinister. Eyes glazing as he looks down at you with deep black eyes. His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek as he steps back and crosses his strong arms across his broad chest.
“That what you need? A lesson in listenin’?” His voice is dark and husky, and you feel it in your clit as she vibrates for him. This man, this fucking man, and his almost unfair ability to turn you into a soaking hot mess with just a look.
You wet your lips, watching as his eyes dart to your mouth, and then to the column of your throat as you swallow the dry lump of desire that’s forming. “I promise I’ll listen from now on, Joel. I’m sorry.” It comes out weak and shaky.
“Prove it,” he challenges. “Get on your knees.”
You don’t hesitate. Dropping to the chipped and dirty linoleum floor. It’s cold through your jeans, and it hurts the large bruise that’s forming from the earlier attack. But you push through, Joel has intoxicated you in the last few days. Somehow winding himself so deep into the fabric of your being. Anything for him, you’ll follow him to the ends of the earth just to hear him say your name; never mind all the other dirty shit you have, and will continue to oblige too. Happily. Easily. Gladly.
“Take off your shirt and play with your tits,” he leans against an empty rack that at one point would have been filled with candles or seasonal displays.
As your shirt comes off, the cool air pebbles your nipples, but your hands, and the fire in his gaze, warms you as you knead your breasts.
“Pinch your nipples,” he barks. You rush again, rolling your hard little nipples between your thumb and forefingers. He shakes his head, chuckling throat his nose as you moan. “So you can listen?”
You pinch harder, gasping at the mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes, I’ll listen Joel.”
“Good,” he states as he removes his shirt. You feel the slick between your legs growing as you take in his sculpted body. His chest hair is somehow perfectly sculpted even though it’s the middle of the goddamn apocalypse. The happy trail of hair down the middle of his toned abs makes your mouth water. You know exactly what that trail leads to. His thick, ruthless cock.
“Crawl to me!” His deep command echos through the abandoned store. You waste no time, placing your hands on the floor and crawling over to him. He turns around and walks to the bed, sitting on the edge with his legs spread wide.
“That’s it. All the way to me.” He’s enjoy this way too much. When you reach him, you sit back on your heels and look up at him through your lashes.
“The bed was shakin last night. Wanna tell me what you were doin?”
Blush lights your cheeks and you look down at your hands. “Ummm…I-I was…”
Joel’s strong hand cups your chin gently and tilts your face up to meet his. “Come on. Be a good girl and tell me.”
“I was….touching.” You shouldn’t be embarrassed, you’re an adult woman, but something about admitting to Joel that you needed more last night feels wrong.
“Touching what?” He whispers, one eyebrow raising.
“Myself,” you say nervously.
“You mean you were touching MY pussy,” he says. It’s not a question, he told you last night that she belongs to him now.
“Y-yes. I just…I needed more.”
“I fucked ya stupid yesterday and that slutty little thing needed more?”
You nod sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.
“Show me,” he says darkly. The tone of voice causing goosebumps to raise along your exposed skin.
“W-what?”
He pats the bed, “take off your clothes, and show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”
He holds his hand out to you, as you slip your small hand into his large palm he helps you up and guides you to the bed. You lie down, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them and your panties off in one motion. Joel shuffles to sit on the foot on the bed, looking up at you.
“Don’t get shy on me. Show me how you did it last night.” His rough hands reach to push your legs apart, his pupils dilate when he sees your glistening pussy on display.
“What do you do to yourself, baby? Do you gather all that slick and slip your fingers in? Do you just rub your clit? Maybe you do both.” He’s practically salivating as he looks at you.
Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths. No one has ever watched you touch yourself before. You feel nervous as his honey flecked eyes burn into you.
“Show me!” He says loudly, voice echoing through the large, empty building.
You gasp in fear, hand shooting to your waiting pussy. You start by moving the building arousal from your hole up to your clit, light little strokes, spreading wetness. Once you’re wet enough, you let your eyes slip closed as you use the pad of your middle finger to slowly circle your clit.
“Fuck, darlin’. She’s so wet. Doin’ so good,” he adjust himself so one of your legs is draped across his lap, eyes wholly focused on your center.
Your lips part, a pleasurable sigh passing your lips as you apply more pressure. “Joel,” you moan.
He leans down, bringing his face close to your pussy. “Lookin’ good enough to eat. Add another finger, wanna see you come.”
His warm breath hits your pussy as he speaks, your hips bucking forward as the sensation. You follow Joel’s instructions, adding your pointer finger and swirling figure eights around your swollen bundle of nerves. “Fuuuuck…oh god….Joel, please.”
“Not yet, wanna see you bury those little fingers,” his lips graze your inner thigh, rough facial hair scraping your skin. “Show me.”
You prop yourself up on an elbow for a better reach, his free hand pushing your legs open more. “Start with one, slide it all the way in.”
Your middle finger prods at your tight hole. You whimper as you slide it in. “Is she sore?” Joel asks softly.
“Mm-hmm,” you nod, slipping your finger in and out as he watches.
“Add another finger, slowly. Once she’s open for me I’ll take over. Come on, darlin’.” He kisses along your creamy thighs as your tease yourself with the second finger, pushing them in slowly.
“Hnnnngh, Joel. I need you.” You say in a shaky whine. Your sore pussy stretching in a mix of pleasure and pain. His two fingers are about three of yours, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to take it.
“Doin’ so good. Look so beautiful like this, fuckin’ yourself like I ask. Such a good girl.” He brings his two fingers towards your lips. “Suck, get ‘em nice and wet.”
You lick your lips and then suck his fingers deep into your mouth, fighting against your gag reflex, your two fingers stilling inside of you. “Keep fucking yourself. Don’t stop, sweetheart.”
You moan around his fingers, bobbing your head up and down until your saliva is dripping off of them. “Lay back,” he says, pulling them from your mouth. Your fingers slide out from your pussy, slick coating them as you slide them up to your sensitive clit.
You fall back into the plush pillows, a luxury in this post apocalyptic world. Joel doesn’t take his time, sliding his thick fingers in, stretching into your wet heat. “Keep rubbin’ that little clit,” he whispers, before blowing cool air on your pussy and curling his fingers forward.
And that’s what does it. The pressure behind your clit breaks, waves of pleasure washing over you. You cry out, saying Joel’s name over and over again.
“That’s it. So fuckin good for me. Let go for me,” his lips kiss your thighs, the outer lips of your pussy, above your mound. He’s everywhere and somehow no where all at once, and you never want it to stop. “So beautiful. This pussy. Fuck baby.”
You finally start to come down, and he slips his fingers out, cleaning them off with his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. Your legs shake uncontrollably, his large hands coming to massage where they meet your pelvis.
“Good girl,” he says, placing a light kiss on your clit. “Such a good listener.”
#joel miller#joel miller tlou#pedro pascal#joel miller smut#joel the last of us#joel tlou#joel x reader#joel miller x reader#pedrohub#nikki answers
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dry hands | r.s.
pairing(s): robb stark x reader
warning(s): nothing really, a few mentions of old wounds/scarring, having dry skin to the point of pain/bleeding, not edited or proofread, this is definitely a little slice of life type drabble
word count: 859
masterlist
a/n: this is an over one year old request, my apologies. i’ve been finally feeling up to working through some of my old stuff, so i’m hopefully gonna put them out over the next little bit
robb stark + “why are your hands so dry?”
Winter had come swiftly.
Summer flurries had turned to inches deep snow that gathered on the hem of your skirts and soaked the bottom of your cloak. You’d taken to spending most of your time indoors, basking in the heat the springs beneath Winterfell offered. Robb, ever dutiful, had barely had the chance to even sleep beside you, too consumed by his ever pressing responsibilities as King in the North.
You sighed, setting down the cross stitching you’d been working on for what seemed like ages, and instead inspected your hands. The cold made them ache, but the constant back and forth between the wet outdoors and burning dry heat of the castle had caused the skin to redden and crack in a far more painful manner. They stung when exposed to moisture and every time you attempted to smooth creams over them, you’d end up wishing you hadn’t.
Not built for the North, you’d utter to whoever was closest to you.
Sansa had spent much of her time reminding you that no one was truly equipped for the winter. You pushed yourself up from your seat, stretching your tired limbs and making your way to your husband’s side of the chambers. He’d hardly slept these past few weeks. His space was a reflection of the fact. Papers scattered everywhere, quills broken on the floor.
As you entered his space, Robb glanced up from his desk. Dark circles had taken residence under his eyes, his beard longer than you’d ever seen it. You smiled softly and stopped only when you came to stand behind him.
“My love, you need to sleep.”
He sighed as you placed your hands on his shoulders, thumbs digging into the skin of his back. Fingers met resistance in the form of tense muscle. You shook your head and leaned forward, nuzzling your face into his neck. Soft words were muttered against his skin.
“You’re exhausted. Come, it’s hard to sleep without you by my side.”
He placed his quill down, half-heartedly ensuring that none of the ink spilled along the haphazard papers, and leaned into you. Weariness rolled off of him in waves, sinking into your bones like a sickness. One of his hands closed over yours, a warm weight over your freezing digits. He chuckled, motioning for you to let him stand up. Robb drew you to his side as he did. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he sighed into your hair, nearly limp.
“I don’t suppose I could give the crown to Bran, could I?” You giggled, pulling away just enough to slowly guide him to your shared bed. It was far easier to be King when all you had to worry about was fighting a war. The politics and peacemaking had deemed itself a much more difficult beast.
Readying yourselves for bed was a well rehearsed event, layers quickly shed and folded by your bedside, stored close by for when it came time to awake in the morning. You slipped into the bed in your underthings just moments after Robb, basking in the soft comfort they offered.
“You’re rather happy.” You glanced over at Robb’s face as he spoke. Truthfully, you’d been happier as of late. Your duties were going smoothly, and you seemed to fit right in with the Northern ladies.
“I’m happy you’re here with me.” The words didn’t warrant the quick look at Robb’s chest, but it happened nonetheless. Raised scars littered his chest and abdomen, just as they did your torso. He sighed, drawing you near. He took your right hand in his, bringing it to his lips.
Velvety skin met rough flesh and Robb paused. You said nothing as he inspected the back of your hand; his blue eyes narrowed in on the raw, dry patches far more painful looking than they actually were.
“Why are your hands so dry?”
His words shouldn’t have caused such laughter, but the incredulous look on his face was enough for you to break out in a fit of it. His brow furrowed and you shook your head. A simple explanation fell from your lips.
“I’m not used to the cold.” Robb frowned. Laughter still lined the planes of your face, amusement sparkling in your eyes as he ran a finger over the nearly cracked skin of your knuckles.
“Surely something exists to prevent this sort of harm.” You shrugged, drawing nearer to him and resting your head on his warm shoulder. There were certainly a plethora of creams and ointments one could use to soothe irritated skin, though you had a habit of forgetting to apply them. In the end it always hurt worse to use them.
Robb sighed, letting go of your hands in favor of wrapping his arms around you. Tension melted away as you drew meaningless circles into his skin, drifting off to sleep as the fire in the hearth died down.
“Remind me to have Jeyne bring you some cream tomorrow morning, will you?” You mumbled an agreement, patting his chest and drifting off. A noncommittal response. Affection bloomed in his eyes before he closed them, following you into the realm of sleep.
#game of thrones#game of thrones x reader#house of the dragon x reader#robb stark x reader#robb stark#house stark#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#king robb stark#king in the north#robb stark fluff
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can I get a smut about all 8 smiling critters watching male!reader playing a game and as he is playing the game they all then kiss him before they have sex and it ends with all of them saying that they all love him
“Game Night.”
Relationship(s): smiling critters x grizzly!male!reader 🔞
Warning(s): smut, drunk sex, mentions of drugs, alcohol, and smoking.
you had known the critters since you were made. you had also been the one to introduce them to alcohol, drugs, sex, and smoking. you guys had never had sex with eachother of course. you just showed them porn and maybe let them watch you jerk off.
one night, you overheard the crew whispering to one another in the ‘meeting room’ as they call it. you didn’t like being kept in the dark so you barged in and asked what they were talking about. Crafty was the first to respond “oh- ah! just a game night!” you tilted you head at her before you looked at the others. who had big nervous smiles on their faces. okay? that’s weird. “oh. uh, alright then, sorry for intruding then.” they nodded at you before Dogday yelled “Angel! we want you there, you know?”
you had looked back at him and nodded before walking out. your tail not succeeding in hiding your excitement as it wagged. the other critters just giggled as they watch you and your tail leave the room. you had went to your home and decided you needed a little bath if you were gonna be in a room full of heat. you had took off the fur you used to hide your ‘parts’ and walked to your bathroom. you turned the water on and picked up a random bottle of shampoo.
you got in the sizzling water and took a deep breath as you began to lather your fur, huffing abit. you blinked before you smelt yourself. this .. this wasn’t your scent! this was lavender! you quickly attempted to scrub the scent out your hair but it was no use. you only irritated your ‘skin’. you sighed as you continued to bathe. you decided you could waste a little time and soak yourself.. couldn’t you?
a few moments later, you heard your front door open. you thought it was just your helper, she’d probably help you bathe. someone had came inside the bathroom and sat next to the tub, but why did she sound so much heavier? you peeked your eyes open to see RED fur. you were about to scream when she kissed you. you couldn’t help but melt into it as her hand slipped into the water to your aching swollen cock. she gently squeezed as she moved her hand in a steady pace. you couldn’t help but groan in her mouth. before long, her hand was going at an inhumane pace and you had came inside the water, leaving the water a milky-watery color.
you had quickly got yourself ready after she left. you thought about the ordeal over and over in your head, you had came in Bobby’s hand for godsakes! you shook the thoughts out your head as you tried to cover the lavender scent abit more by spraying on your scent, maple.
you had finally made it to Hoppy’s home and everyone was already there. you apologized profusely for being late and you were forgiven. your eyes locked with Bobby’s and she just waved at you, innocently. acting like she didn’t just have you whimpering in her ear.
you guys had decided to play Truth Or Dare. How original. you guys had sat in a circle in the living room with a bottle and cup in the middle. Alcohol. ah, so a drunken game of Truth or Dare? that adds a little something.
“okay, okay! so, Bubba, Truth Or Dare?” He looked at her question before he murmured “Truth.” Hoppy yawned and rolled her eyes. “boooringg!” she said, as she brought her hand up to fake a pat of yawn towards her mouth [🥱]. “okay! if you could choose anyone in here to get high wirh, who would it be?” Piggy asked, curiously. Bubba placed a hand on his chin and thought it over. “most definitely Dogday, you guys would probably let me have too much and leave me somewhere.. atleast with Dogday, I know I’ll be safe.”
Picky , Hoppy , and Bobby faked like they were hurt by his words. which were followed with “woowww, that lets me know everything bubba.”, “you don’t think I’ll keep you safe? that’s crazy.”, and “I’d feed you and make sure you slept!” “Exacly.. that’s why it’s Dogday.” you chuckled as you watched them all interact.. it was nice to be involved with them. they were funny looking critters.
it was around 12 PM now and you guys were all drunk. Picky had went to get herself a quick snack and ended up, face planting on the counter, sleep. Crafty throwing up and passing out in Hoppys workout room. the only tipsy two of you all was Dogday and Catnap since they knew they’d most likely have to take everyone home and convince the higher ups everyone was ‘sick.’ you guys were switching between Truth Or Dare and Never Have I Ever.
“okkkayyy, kittyyy, never have you ever masterbated to someone in the this room?” You slurred, cluelessly. Catnap had took another shot before he crushed the cup and threw it towards the back of the couch. “Easy.” he said as his eyes stared straight at you. it honestly made you squirm with some type of .. heat?
Everything was a blur after that. you remembered bubba and Kickin passing out after awhile and Dogday taking them to the couch. next, you were on all fours on Hoppys bed. Catnap behind you, kissing down your back as he eased his cock inside. he pushed your head down into Hoppys cunt as he began to manhandle you, roughly.
you lapped up at Hoppys pretty cunnie as you slowly laid kisses on the bud. you looked up at her with your sweet lovesick eyes as the slick slapping sounds of your boy-pussy ringed in your ears. you thrusted your tongue in her tiny hole as her hands found your fur and pulled you closer. your tongue feeling so good in her fuck hole.
you weren’t paying much attention but before long, you felt Hoppy lay down and then a rose scent came closer. you lazily opened your eyes and seen Bobby sitting on Hoppys face inbetween her pussy. you moaned at the sight before you felt a harsh slap on your behind. you whimpered causing a tingly sensation through Hoppys cunt. boy, did that make her feel good. she came all over your mouth, embarrassingly. at that exact moment, Catnap slammed his hips against your round ass and came inside you with a hiss.
before long, you were spent and had crawled to whom you thought would be your savior. Dogday.
Dogday had gently coo’d you towards him. as soon as you cuddled into him. he gently rubbed through your fur, going lower and lower. before long, he had you spread and wide, your gaping hole clinging onto his digits as he fucked them in and out of you. you moaned and gripped the sheets, arching your back for him.
“I love you.”
they stared at eachother before they began to argue, leaving you without another orgasm.
well, atleast you were having fun at one point?..
A/N: hoped you liked this!
TAGS: @alyssalololol @2faced-fairy
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could i request gojo, dazai and levi with the prompt you get injured? congrats on 500 followers!! hardwork paid off ⁉️
tysm!! and this is probably one of my favorite tropes so uh..
YOU GET INJURED ft. dazai, gojo, levi
dazai, gojo, levi, x gn!reader, blood, vauge injury,
a/n ~ not sure how i feel about these...
words ~ 1.7k
☆500 EVENT☆
DAZAI
the problem with being the one who pulls the strings is you don’t get to play the game. while dazai is off planning god knows what, you end up getting injured when the enemy ambushes your small group. dazai doesn’t even find out you’re hurt until after yosano has treated you.
dazai rushes through the office towards the infirmary. he’s not running, he’s been told you’re stable and just need time to recover. he’s walking fast enough to get there and comfort you(him) but slow enough to compose himself.
when he sees you all bloodied and battered, he almost loses it. yosano reiterates to him that you’re stable and just need a few days to recover until you can go home, before leaving you two alone.
dazai nods to yosano as she closes the door, scared he’ll break down if he opens his mouth. once she leaves, it’s quiet with only light chatter from the office that can barely be heard over the light hum of the ac. dazai is sitting down next to you, refusing to make eye contact no matter how long you stare at him.
“it’s alright, dazai.” you say with a small, weak smile. dazai huffs out a breath and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. he’s scanning over your body, finding new bandages and bloody gauze every time he looks. “you are not all-right.” he exaggerates his words as he motions towards your figure, laying there, broken.
you take the opportunity to grab his right hand with yours. “i’m still here aren’t i?” you say, pleading with him to just look at you, to see you’re ok. “dazai.” you bring yourself to sit up, wincing through the pain. you reach up and turn his head towards you, but it’s still not enough. he watches your chest shakily rise and fall and the dried blood smudged on your neck, but never at you.
“i’m right here, love.” you run your thumb back and forth on his face, as he slowly closes his eyes. after a moment, a tear forms at this waterline and gently rolls down his cheek.
despite the immense aches, you readjust yourself again to face him. you don’t say anything as you bring his head to the crook of your neck. it doesn’t take long for his tears to soak through your shirt.
“i’m not gonna leave you here…” you mumble into his hair. he starts shaking as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. you stay there for awhile and let him be.
GOJO
“now, what do we have here?” gojo walks into shoko’s office, peeking through his blindfold to get a good look at you with his own eyes. as he makes his way over to you, you shoot a nasty look toward itadori, who takes it as his queue to leave.
about an hour ago, itadori spotted ijichi helping you out of a car. being the ever kind and caring boy he is, he told ijichi that he could help you to shoko’s office. what he didn’t mention was that he sent your fiancé a text vaguely explaining that you had been injured.
thankfully, your injury wasn’t that bad. it only took a bit of shoko’s reverse cursed technique and a few stitches for your leg to be significantly better. by the time gojo shows up, you were just resting before heading home for the day.
“hey! don’t be mean to him, he did the right thing.” gojo sits next to the bed you’re occupying, blindfold wrapped in his fingers as he examines your wound. you scoff as he plays out the exact reason you wanted to be the one to tell him. “so making you come over here and get all hyper over nothing was the right thing to do?”
he lets you take his blindfold from his hands and lay it on your opposite side, replacing it with your hand, now cradling his. his hand is stiff, tense, the poor thing. he’s the strongest man in the world, and yet he still can’t keep you from getting hurt. he thinks he should be upset, but honestly, he’s just glad you're ok now, all taken care of. his body doesn’t seem to get the memo.
“satoru? i’m fine now, there’s no point in getting upset.” he looks up at you, half-smiling with a hint of something mischievous. he pulls his hand away from yours as he stands. “don’t flatter yourself hun, just checking the damage.” gojo pats your thigh before reaching his hand out to help you stand up.
you should be offended that he says he’s “checking the damage” like someone backed into his car rather than his fiancé getting injured on a job. but you just smiled and took his hand, still tensed up. you don’t think he even realizes himself that he was worried, scared of how bad it could have been.
using gojo as a crutch was more of a burden than actual help, but you played along and kisses him on the cheek as a thank you once you reached your car, making him feel much better.
LEVI
levi paces back and forth in erwin’s office, his whole front side is damp with half-dried blood. his cravat is long gone, being the first to go when he started applying pressure to your wound.
hange had to convince levi to let the medical team take care of you, peeling him away from you. now, hange approaches him slowly, handing him a change of clothes. “no, they’ll be done any moment now.” he says, turning away from hange to face the window. “exactly!” they walk around to be in front of him, trying to give him the change of clothes again. “i don’t think they’d like to see you all covered in blood when they wake up.”
hange gives him a pleading look, knowing that he hates being this filthy. “go get cleaned up, i’ll let you know if anything changes.” levi succumbs to his inner clean freak with a huff as he takes the clothes and leaves, heading to his room.
he thought he would- should, rush through cleaning up, but he ended up taking his time. he’d probably come to terms with the fact that even when they’re done working on you, it will be a while before you wake up. how stupid could he be? you were nothing to him, just another captain who’s lasted longer than the rest. a person who just so happened to see right through him. someone who saw who he really was and stayed anyway. he would never consider you a friend. just someone he talked to more than anyone else.
he carefully took off his uniform, god forbid he gets blood everywhere. he took a long shower, being sure to get the dried blood out from under his fingernails. once he’s dressed and his hair is dried, he makes his way to the medical team, calmly asking for an update. they tell him he can see you, but you’d probably still be out for a while.
he only gives a nod as he walks past them, into your room to see you. he knows if he opened his mouth, he’d probably end up lashing out at them, and they didn’t deserve that. what will you think if the first person you see after waking up is levi? surely you’d find it odd that an acquaintance of yours, no matter how friendly, was there. he has no right to worry so much for you, but he does.
levi’s been waiting in your room for a few hours now, sitting in an armchair facing your bed as he looks out the window. as sunlight slowly drained from the night sky, more people would peek their heads in to see how you were doing. a few subordinates of yours, one of your commanding officers, and even some friends from other regiments. levi didn’t know a single one of them, not that he should, why would he care? why does he care? you’ve never mentioned having friends outside of the scouts, but why would you tell him that? why does it take you being gravely injured for him to think about this? levi ponders it all, glancing at you more frequently as the night goes on.
it’s just past eight when you start to stir. you groan as the pain in your abdomen starts to register. in a moment, levi stands up and bolts for the door, but not before you call out to him.
“w-wait, please” you croak out. levi stops in his tracks, contemplating what to do. he was hoping you wouldn’t see him, or just assume he was checking in on you. he looks over his shoulder at you, not daring to meet your half-lidded eyes. “i should let the doctor know you’re awake” he says in a low and quiet voice. you can tell he’s trying to convince himself.
“just-” you attempt to sit up, cursing from the pain and lying back down. “please don’t go yet, give me a minute.” all you can do is stare at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath. you can’t stop him from leaving, even if you were fine, you could never overpower him physically. and yet, somehow, in your weakened state, he finds himself unable to move. he’s so pathetic, levi thinks as he turns around and pulls up a chair to sit next to the bed.
“thanks for patching me up.” you manage to whisper out. you can’t even manage to keep your eyes open. the blanket they put over you shifted from your attempt to sit up. he can now see where they bandaged you up, some dried blood they missed, probably just in a hurry to stop the bleeding.
levi closes his eyes and puts a hand on your shoulder. you peek up at him, and he squeezes just slightly, seemingly grounding himself. was he that worried about you? suddenly, he stands up, moving the chair back to its spot. this time, you don’t seem to protest.
“they should be changing your bandages soon, i can see some blood coming through.” he says softly, letting out another sigh afterward. before he steps out the door you say, “come back afterwards ok?” it’s more of a demand than a question, and he knows that. “ok” he says, nodding at you before walking out, finally relieved.
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#dazai x reader#gojo x reader#levi x reader#osamu dazai x reader#satoru gojo x reader#levi ackerman x reader#bsd x reader#jjk x reader#aot x reader
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bts smut recs | needy!jungkook
there is something about when our lovely jeon jungkook is portrayed to be a hormone crazy, super needy, greedy, whiny character that is so fucking hot. tmw readers. i know you’ll love these. the hyper-horniness and blatant hunger for sex is so sexy. these are all jungkook x reader 18+ SMUT recs based on this theme. more to be added as i find them!!!
🔺 = yandere/taboo themes *ALL ARE SMUT
MILF (series) by @koosbabygrl | 🔺 ive read this so many times. like. SO MANY TIMES. this is PEAK needy!koo energy. its so fucking hot i cant even put it into words. theres this mommy kink moment and i CANT get over it holy shittttttttt. also the sequels are GREAT, in part 2 when he has her riding his cock while she does her makeup oh my fucking godDDDDDDD. amazing.
this specific needy!koo drabble by @voidswan | 🔺 i know its not a full fic but its literally so hot i cry. bunny!koo just wants to fuck so bad poor thing I DONT KNOW WHY IM JUST OBSESSED OK the stuttering gets me every fucking time. screams.
clean up by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | he’s drunk and he feels so guilty abt it but he cant help himself!! god its FEVERISHLY good. he’s all whiny and crying and he needs u so bad and the way its described is so fucking hot. the dirty talk is inSANE. dry humping. fuck. amazing amazing.
thunderstorms are scary by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | same couple, but this innocent needy kook is just scared and comes to sleep w noona and then ends up groping you and poor kookie just cat stop bc you feel so good. he ruts into ur ass and whines and ugh. brilliantttttt. honestly recommend this whole masterlist of step-bro fics from them its amazing. theres also a fun loss-of-innocent taehyung one :))))
training wheels by @fithehunnybee | theres a twinge of like sneaky manipulation in this one which i love. y/n kinda a bitch but she drives poor lil koo up the mf WALL. we have some cumming in pants action which i know you all LOVE hehehehe. also i love that it builds the tension so well with koo getting so desperate and y/n teasing..poor lil bunny
the dark prince (series) by @jkeuphoriadreamland | 🔺 LISTEN. first of all, read all their works bc, chefs kiss, but focusing on the needy koo in this, he DEVELOPS mmkay, he starts off all innocent but once he has a taste oh boy does he know what he wants (its you, btw *wink). poor boy cant see at first but he cant fucking help himself your touch drives him insane. how can you resist? the slow burn. the build up. the teasing. IMMACULATE.
thank you, baby (series) by @scribblemetae | 🔺 im gonna clickbait you ALL into reading this. its twisted in the best way. a few personal highlights for me are when y/n is wearing the VR goggles and jungkook is like yeah imma just slide my cock in real quick lmfaooo its really hot though. the sort of unraveling of the reader adds to the desperation and neediness of both of their sexual actions. its fanfuckingtastic. each part has a good dose of things we all crave: begging, whining goodness
born sinner (series) by @1kook | OUR GOOD LIL CATHOLIC BOY IS UP TO NO GOOD and its got so much of his POV and the GUILT is so well portrayed and makes the whole thing seem more taboo/intense and its just fantastic mmm.
forbidden by @googikoo | 🔺 again, i read this more times than i can admit. its not so much loss of innocence and more like straight up NEEDY but essentially sneaky devious lil koo is dating your daughter but, obvi, he wants you ;)
teeth by @sweetbunnykook | ITS LIGHT SMUT BUT ITS JUST REALLY HOT LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN IT JUST READ IT ITS HOT
and not to be entirely self-serving but in case you want more..i too have dabbled in this genre ;)
touch me wherever
tickle me there
touch yourself here
wanna touch you
soaked n’ slippery
ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE!! if you know of any other fics that fit this niche please feel free to lmk!! im always looking for new reads :) this one is for my TMW readers. i know what you like hehehehe ;)
#bts smut#bts smut recs#jungkook recs#needy!jungkook#jungkook fic recs#bangtangalicious recs#yandere bts recs#jungkook smut recs#bts smut rec#jungkook smut#bts jungkook#bts yandere#yandere jungkook#bts fics#jeon jungkook smut
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“Yeah so this tour was one of our longest but also most reWARding”
“Noah…you okay there?” The interviewer asked
“Y-yes just fine..just rolled over my foot with my chair” he chuckled clearly out of a breath
“Alright just making, so I got one more question to wrap things up here”
Little did they know that under that desk you were the cause of Noah’s struggle. You were both supposed to get some pent up energy out before the interview but you didn’t have enough time. So you may or may have not snuck into the room and under the desk. Flipped him out of his sweats and started at the end of the interview. Just a few pumps every now and then nothing Noah can’t handle. Then came your tongue. Your fucking tongue. Giving little licks to the tip, long licks up the bottom of the shaft sending shivers through his body. Using his tip like a lollipop, licking, sucking and popping it in and out of your mouth.
Of Al times. You decided to taking him in right at the last 2 questions. His breath was shaking, his eyes were distant, he was pissed off but he was also fucking horny. Feeling your mouth bobbing up and down his length. One of his hands was able and to get away and grab a hold of your hair and push you down on his dick fully causing a slight gag, leaving Noah satisfied but in the verge of just hanging up the call
“Yea She’s doing great” you hear him say
“Yea whenever we see you both together it’s great you look like you have a great dynamic”
“Yeah we rEAlly do. She support me..and helps me with whatever she can and visa versa. COULDNT ask for someone better” he meant every word he just hated that you were doing this while he spoke. He felt you hallow your cheeks to suck on him more harshly. You were enjoying every second of this. From the way he filled your mouth, to his taste to knowing how helpless he was in that moment from try to keep the interviewer from knowing what was happening.
You hear the call end and his chair rolls back enough to look at you.
“You little slut” He scowled making you look at him by pulling your hair back enough “you want to show me what a slut you are huh? Grind on my shoe while I face fuck you”
You couldn’t deny you had been throbbing the entire time you were getting him off. While one hand pumped him the other was playing with you clit just imagining what would come after. However this was the last thing you’d think of. He flexed his foot slightly upwards so you’re able to ride and grind on it. His large hand holding your head in place as he fucks your mouth
“Shit…fucking take it. Isnt this…what you wanted?” He asked looking down at you feeling your legs start to shake on either side of his leg. Tears ran down your face, you shook against his leg as you could feel an orgasm approaching so close to
“Fuck…shit I’m gonna cum!” He closes his eyes throwing his head back against his chair “fuck…Fuck!” His hips stutter against your mouth as he poured himself into your mouth and down your throat. He pants heavily as you pull him out of your mouth, out of breath and fucked out of your mind. His cum drips down from your mouth, your panties were soaked and you were pretty sure those white vans of his had a stain now.
His hand cups your jaw to look up at him
“Baby…I love how needy you can get, and it was pretty hot” he admired bringing your face closer to his “but don’t do that shit again, unless you wanna be fucked on camera next time” he kisses your forehead helping you up in to his lap from the floor
“How about a shower? I think we both need it” you offer
“Well you more than me” he smirked whipping the corner of your mouth.
#noah sebastian smut#noah sebastian#noah sebastian x reader#it happened again#bad omens fanfiction#bad omens#star’s blurbs✨
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'Mega, Please
I hope this is the extra scientific research you needed @kingfleury <3
I bring another Kinktober drabble for you wonderful people. A bit of a continuation of this drabble. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!
Pairing: alpha!Bucky x oemga!reader
Summary: Even after going at it all night, your alpha still isn't ready to let you go. Bucky gives you a soft, sweet, loving start to another lazy day together.
Warnings: A/B/O, alpha/omega, smut, touch of cock warming, Bucky mixing sweet talk and dirty talk, gentle possessiveness, just Bucky making love to you
Word Count: 616
A stirring behind you had you slowly pulling away from the sleep you'd been in. As you became aware of your surroundings, the biggest sense that registered was warmth. You were so warm, inside and out.
You were hesitant to get out of bed, but decided to start your day anyways. Just as you started to pull away, the strong arm around you pulled you back against the warm, hard body behind you.
"Don' go," he slurred, not fully awake. He curled his body tighter around you, causing his hips to flex and remind you of the night before.
He'd been truthful, keeping you on his knot and mindless with pleasure until the sun had started to make itself known and you'd both passed out waiting for his knot to deflate. Now, even though he wasn't locked onto you anymore, he was still there, deeply seated and half mast.
"Need to go," you replied. "Need to shower and get clean, finish some reports before work tomorrow." You really did want to stay, but you knew you had responsibilities to tend to.
That is, until Bucky uttered the two words that were just as much your weakness as his were.
"'Mega, please," he whined.
You sighed dramatically as a smile spread across your face. "Five more minutes then," you relented happily as you wiggled closer. You gasped softly at the feeling of Bucky slipping slightly out of you as you did, a feeling he quickly rectified as he gently slid fully inside you again.
Bucky hummed, "I could stay here forever inside you, so warm and perfect. Made just for me."
Your walls squeezed him, fully exciting him as you did. "Yes, 'Mega," he cooed as he wrapped one arm around you, holding you to him, as the other went down to gently stroke your bundle of nerves, "wrap those walls around me. Make that pretty pussy of mine hold me deep inside you. No where else I'd rather be than here in our nest, our bodies holding each other."
Your hips moved as you keened at the sweet, soft, gentle loving your alpha was giving you. He started to slowly thrust in and out of you, his hand moving up to play with your right nipple. He gently stroked and pulled on it before switching to your left one, giving them both attention as he continued to take his time working on your clit and make love to you.
"Alpha," you sighed, "feel so good."
"So perfect. This pussy is heaven on earth. Mine, this pussy is all mine. Gonna fill my perfect pussy with my knot." Bucky continued to speak dirty and sweet and possessive as he continued his ministrations, slowly, yet steadily, working your body until a tense warmth spread through your body, pushing you to the edge of bliss.
"Gonna stay right here inside you," he murmured as his thrusts grew shallow. You could feel his knot expanding inside you until there was no hope of separation. One more rub against your already sensitive clit had you gently falling into sweet oblivion.
"That's it, 'Mega," he whispered before his teeth grazed against your neck near where he'd already marked you. "Love watching you come for me, soaking me in your sweet slick." With his last word, you felt him tense behind you before he softly groaned, filling you as promised with his own orgasm.
You both panted as you continued to lay there, basking in the sweet, yet sexy, intimate moment you'd just had. Despite the plans you'd had to be productive, you ended up dozing back off to sleep to the soft coos of your Bucky telling you how he had no plans to let you go any time soon.
#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#bucky fic#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky x female reader#bucky smut#kinktober 2022#kinktober#alpha!bucky#alpha!bucky x omega!reader#alpha/omega#written for science#kili stories
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Choso has awoken something in me and I need to share my unhealthy lust for him with the world so here’s a smutty fanfic I wrote:
“God my cock feels so good inside your mouth baby” Choso moans as you thrust his throbbing cock deep inside your throat. You’re drooling, circling your tongue around his pink tip and enjoying every inch.
He’s leaning against the foot of the bed, but the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your warm throat is making him weak. He’s finding it more and more difficult to prop himself up with his left arm, while his right hand is busy holding your hair up, pulling it gently, yet firmly.
“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum” he growls.
Suddenly, you have an idea. An urge to dominate and tease him. You stop sucking, lightly kissing the tip.
“No, not yet, darling” you whisper, grinning mischievously.
You stand up and push him onto the bed, climbing on top of him, all while leaving a trail of kisses from his stomach to his mouth, your wet pussy yearning for his hard cock.
Is it really Choso that you’re teasing?
He’s grabbing your soft ass with one hand, and using the other to position his cock to go inside of your now aching wet hole.
You stop him, grab him by the wrist and pin it above his head. You know he’s stronger than you but right now he’s too mesmerized to overpower you.
“Do you want this pussy, baby?” You say sweetly, grinding your hips against only the length of his shaft.
“I fucking need it,” he whimpers, “I need to be inside you y/n.”
Hearing how desperate he is to feel your walls squeezing around his dick, you can’t help but want to prolong this moment. You lean down and kiss his cheek, letting your slit rest at his tip.
Then, moving your lips next to his ear, you utter two words: “Then beg.”
The “so close, yet so far” feeling of his cock pressed against your soaking wet flower is driving Choso up the wall. He knows he can easily overpower you and swallow you whole but he loves how demanding you’re being.
I’ll let her play for a bit longer. He thinks to himself, before pleading for entrance.
“Please baby I fucking need to feel you on the inside” he exclaims while you loosen your grip on the hand pinned above his head. He starts gyrating his hips, squirming in anticipation.
You want him just as bad but this is too fun for you. The power you have over him is intoxicating.
“I don’t believe youuu.” You sing sweetly.
You fully let go of his wrist and his hands start roaming your body, as if having minds of their own. Every part of him wants you. He sits up and starts sucking one of your nipples and playing with the other in his hand.
In between sucking and kissing your pretty tits, he pleads with you, “my love, my everything,” he guides your hand to his hard cock, “cant you feel how badly I want you? Look at what you do to me.”
He’s gazing into your eyes with a fiery mix of passion and desperation. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s making soft, whimpering moans under his breath.
You kiss his soft lips. You’re almost at your limit. At this point it feels almost as though you’re punishing yourself.
Just as you’re about to give in, in one swift movement he flips your positions, placing the pre-cum-dripping tip of his cock at your entrance.
“My turn,” he whispers in a deep, almost animalistic, tone.
He traces his tongue along your nipples and all the way down to your clit. He starts sucking at it, knowing who really has all the power here.
You love the feeling of his tongue swirling along your clit but you need him inside of you.
“Fuck me, baby” you mutter under heavy breaths, “fuck my pussy with your big cock”
He’s still having his fun though, you don’t get to call all the shots. He places two fingers inside you and starts pumping, still sucking and licking your clit, with his free hand stroking his thick boner.
Your moans fill the room. He’s losing control, he can’t go another minute without feeling your pussy wrapped around his dick. He stops eating you out and ends his performance by lightly kissing your clit. He looks up at you with endearing eyes, “you have such a pretty pussy baby,” he smiles.
He switches positions one more time, having you sit on his lap with your legs wrapped around him.
“Have you learned your lesson?” He coos, smiling sweetly as he positions his cock at your entrance once again.
You nod yes, as you go in for a kiss. While his cock enters you slowly, your tongue enters his mouth at the same pace. You start bouncing on his dick while he holds your waist tight.
Your tongues wrestle in each others mouths and you can feel the vibrations of his moans harmonize with yours. You’re grabbing the hair on the back of his head with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other.
This feels too good. You can’t think straight. You want all of him, you need him to breed you like the good little slut you are.
The more you grind, the better it feels for him, too. He’s losing control and needs to fill you up with his cum.
“Fuck baby you feel so good.” He moans.
“You make me feel so good.” You moan back.
You’re about to climax. He can tell by the volume of your moans getting louder and louder.
“Cum for me my little slut, cum on daddy’s cock” he demands.
And as you finally reach climax, his grip on you becomes tighter, pressing your torso’s together. He kisses you again passionately with his tongue circling yours, moaning into your mouth. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, letting you know he’s cumming along with you.
Your gaze meets his as you both finish, out of breath, but still hungry for more.
He smiles lazily and lays you down on your side as he holds you in his arms. He kisses your lips, your cheeks, your forehead and your eyelids. As if even 1000 kisses wouldn’t be enough.
#choso#jjk choso#choso x reader#choso y/n#choso smut#choso x you#choso x y/n#choso x female reader#jujutsu kaisen choso#jujutsu kaisen
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