#hiss hiss pissy baby

[ceratatata]

she is doneeeee--man i forgot how productive hyperfixations can be >:3

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb narinder #cult of the lamb fanart #narilamb #kind of? #hes threatening to murder lamby currently #but she dont care #she just wants to give him the flower crown! #hiss hiss pissy baby #skrivdraws

[atarathegreat]

No Nut November Tokyo Revengers

Ft: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Haruki Hayashida

Mikey is the only one that wins. It was stupid but you were having fun teasing Mikey. It was too easy when he refused to give in and just bury his cock as deep as he can. Walking around the house naked, showering with him, sleeping in nothing but your little underwear. Even if he was taking part in the silly little challenge (because he can't stand to let anyone beat him at anything, least of all Baji), you weren't. It was torturous to hear your sweet little sounds with his hand knuckle deep in your heat. His eyes were on the clock, his ears trained to hear only you. The absolute second that the clock hit 12:00am, he pulled his hand free and kissed your thigh. "Mikey!" You whined, having been so, so close to that edge you wanted. "It's December, babydoll." He crawled up, expertly slipping from his shorts and kicking them off the bed, "Tell me I can. Say it. Say the words." A little head nod and whine was the least he would accept, but he would accept it. In seconds Mikey was bottomed out, a whimper getting clipped as he bit his lips together. "Never again. I'm never going without this again." Mikey planted his hands on either side of your head, "Wrap around me, babydoll, I'm going as deep as your pretty pussy will let me."

He's failed. Day three and he knows he failed because Draken can't help but fill you with his seed. Fucking you with anything but his dick, for him, is an insult to you. But the second he's balls deep, he knows he won't be able to stop before he cums. Seeing you fucked out, dripping with the mess he can leave as deep as he wants, that was his reward for the fun. "Kenny! Kenny, your-" "Fuck it." Draken hissed as he dug his fingers into your hips, "Keep fuckin' bouncin', precious. Make a fuckin' mess."

Baji has to admit it to Mikey. He couldn't make it the whole month. Halfway through you were feeling empty, and Baji refused to budge. Until you got shirtless and sat in his lap with that sweet pout. "Don't do that, baby, you know I hate when you're upset." Baji mumbled, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "Then stop telling me no over some dumb game!" The sound of you whining at him was one he only liked when you were begging him to stop using you. "Don't whine." He pulled your hair back, nipping at your neck, "You know what it does." More whining, more pouting, more tantrums. Again and again and again. Until he was pressing more of those special little sounds out of your mouth as you tried to be quiet. "Oh, now we wanna hush?" Baji gripped your chin, "Let the upstairs neighbors hear ya', baby."

Unlike his friends, Mitsuya isn't too invested in the whole charade. If you two don't have sex, so be it. If you do, amazing. Either way, he'll be happy. But when you came into his home office and sat down angrily on the little couch, he couldn't help but inquire. "This whole stupid month and your stupid friends!" You huffed. Mitsuya can't help but laugh at the pissy way you spoke. You knew you could have him whenever you wanted, within reason, of course. "C'mere, darling." Mitsuya tucked the fabric on his table into the drawer, patting the desktop with a hefty hand, "Sit." He loves the way you do what he says so quickly. It takes one hand, one move, to pull his belt from its place around his waist, "Hands out, darling. Girls who throw fits don't get to touch."

Kazutora didn't even make it a few hours. The morning sun woke up and he couldn't ignore the pain in his groin. He rolled over and reached down to pull your waist closer to him and tuck your panties to the side. "Pretty girl, pretty girl." He groaned as he fit his cock between your legs and easily rocked into you, "Fuck yes, my pretty girl. Speak to me." He'd already failed, so why not spend the day with you in bed?

Haruki "There was a challenge?" Hayashida. He doesn't give a fuck. Doesn't even attempt to keep his cock in his pants. Caveman brain to the max, I'm talking: Food, water, fight, fuck. Nothing else. Pah has you on the couch, in the recliner, over the counter, anywhere that he can get you naked. The way you touch his scars as he fucks you through another orgasm, teary eyes and kisses as you hold him, "So handsome, Pah. So, so handsome." The way this man would kill for your compliments is FOUL. But he'll settle for bullying his cock deeper in your stomach.

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji #draken #draken x reader #keisuke baji #keisuke baji x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya takashi #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #haruki hayashida #pah chin #haruki hayashida x reader #pah chin x reader

[napakmahal]

Baby Fever

This may or may not be a call out towards myself cause I will swear up and down I don’t want kids then see a baby in public and be like “goo goo gaga”

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that working on slow days is beyond boring. What’s even worse is when the only people that come in on slow days are shitty customers.

“The manners of today’s working class have depleted in ways I cannot fathom!” Hiro came bursting into the back of the café restaurant with a look of disbelief on his face.

Without looking up from his phone, Tadashi answered “Wow those are some big words, little brother, I’m impressed.”

“Shut up!”

You laughed while sitting on the wooden countertop, arms hugging your boyfriend’s back. “What happened?”

Hiro plopped down on the stool in front of the sink and started to rant. “This woman comes in here and she bought a mocha latté and then complained about it being six dollars. Like I’m the one who makes the fricken prices! Surprise, surprise she didn’t have enough. So what did she do? SHE REACHED INTO THE TIP JAR AND GRABBED TWO DOLLARS! But then after I took her order and started making her drink, she followed me around the entire time watching me. She pointed at the simple syrup and was like ‘Can you add another pump?’ LIKE UNLESS YOU’RE GOING TO PAY THE EXTRA 25 CENTS NO I CANNOT! And when I finally gave it to her she said I took too long and that the place down the street makes them faster and they taste better. THEN GO THERE AND STOP WRINGING OUT MY PATIENCE!”

By the end of his story, you and Tadashi were losing your minds over how hard you were laughing. Granted, Hiro being upset wasn’t funny but his storytelling abilities were unmatched.

Customers could be very difficult and earlier that day someone had told Tadashi they wanted a manager because they were being pissy about not being able to get a refund on a drink they ordered and drank half of. If it were any other day, he would have just gone to get his Aunt. But Aunt Cass went out for a girl’s day with her friends since all of them happened to be in town and relatively free at the same time. As you get older, hanging out with friends is a privilege.

A couple of dings from the bell on the front counter rang signaling the arrival of a customer. Hiro’s fight of flight sense kicked in and he practically jumped off the floor.

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head. “I’m not taking them, my workday is over.”

“What?” Your boyfriend looked at his little brother. “It’s been two hours!”

“Yes Tadashi, it has been two hours!” He hissed. “Two hours of my life I will never get back. These people are insane!”

Hiro took off and locked himself in the walk-in pantry. He then proceeded to slam his face into an unopened bag of flour and scream his heart out.

“Oh my gosh, he’s so dramatic.” Tadashi stared at the door of the pantry, listening to his little brother’s muffled cries.

The bell was still ringing outside, the customer was still waiting. You laughed into Tadashi’s back, taking in his smell. Tadashi’s a clean person and not only that, his natural body smell is just pleasant. Just about everything you own smells like him, and you love it.

“Do you want me to get it?” You mumbled against his cardigan.

Your boyfriends turned around to look at you. “What? Why would you do that?”

“Just to help out.” You shrugged.

“Hun, you don’t work here. You really don’t have to.”

You scoffed, “You don’t work here either. Technically.”

“But I live here, so I kinda have to.”

“Tadashi, I practically live here.”

He laughed at that. It was pretty true. The only times you ever really went home were to get things you didn’t have, do your laundry, or if you felt like they were getting sick of you. Plus you never really feel like that anymore because the last time you said you feared Aunt Cass wanted you out of her house she almost started crying. She was afraid she’d done something to make you feel unwelcomed. Besides, you’re her girl in a house full of boys and their bots.

“Are you sure? I can get it, or force Hiro to do it.”

“No, it’s not a big deal.”

He leaned over and pecked you on the lips. “Okay, thank you hunny. I appreciate you so much.”

You walked outside the curtain only to be met with a young couple and their baby. He was holding onto her and trying to rip away a claw clip from her baby grip.

“Yeah, mommy’s clip is pretty.” He said in a small voice. “But we can’t eat it though.”

“What is she doing?” The mom asked looking back at her partner and their baby.

“Trying to eat your clip. I’m telling you she’s going to get sick, last night it was the pen then-”

“Hi there!” You walked towards them smiling. “So sorry about the wait.”

The mom shook her head. “No, it’s fine. We were trying to calm her down anyway.”

“What can I get you guys?”

They went on to order one green apple Italian soda with redbull, an iced hazelnut coffee, and a small warm almond milk with a cake pop. The entire time you were making their drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the babbling of their baby. She was adorable, dressed in a pink sundress and flower-shaped sunglasses. Everything from the sound of the blender to the noise the can of Red Bull made when popped open made her giggle.

During that entire time, you couldn’t help but wonder: What if Tadashi and you had a baby? What would you name them? If it was a boy, then you could name them after him or Hiro. Naomi was a beautiful name for a girl. You could buy them little themed onesies and decorate their rooms. They would say ‘dada’ before ‘mama’ because it’s beyond simple to connect with Tadashi. And they could go to school and crush their science department and say it’s because their dad is a genius.

By the time you snapped back into reality, you’d already made all their drinks and made sure to cool down the small milk for the baby. When you placed everything on the dropoff, the little girl reached her hand down from where she was being held and poked the back of your wrist with her tiny finger.

“Hello there!” You smiled at her. “Aren’t you adorable?”

Your face only made her start to giggle and placed her hand on her chin and flicked it outwards. Thank you in sign language. In return, you placed your hand flat on your chin and pulled it down towards your chest to say ‘You’re welcome’.

“She’s beautiful.” You spoke to her parents. “What’s her name?”

“This is Nyla,” Her mom smiled at her baby. “She just turned ten months, so we’re almost there.”

You gently clapped your hands together, “Oh that’s amazing. Congratulations.”

“What about you?” Nyla’s dad asked.

Her mom joined in on the questioning. “Any little ones?”

You almost choked on your own saliva at their question. I guess to them it didn’t seem too extreme. They barely looked three years older than you.

“No, I don’t. I haven’t been with my current boyfriend long enough for that. And I don’t even know if he wants any.”

Nyla’s mom gave you a sympathetic face. “Well, if you end up wanting any I hope the process is smooth.”

You thanked them and signed “bye” to Nyla. Despite them being gone, the baby fever they’d given you without trying lingered all the way into the night.

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While you were lying on your boyfriend’s bed scrolling on your phone through countless baby videos and falling down the rabbit hole of how skin-to-skin connection works and how to swaddle them correctly so they don’t scratch themselves when they sleep. As your back was turned you felt a dent in the bed as your boyfriend started kissing your back from your tailbone to your shoulder blades.

“What ya’ lookin’ at hun?” He plopped down next to you and started snaking his arms around your waist.

“Just scrolling,” You kept your answer vague out of fear of freaking him out. “Hey, did you know that if you rub a teething baby’s mouth with warm garlic it will make them feel better than cold cloths?”

Tadashi kissed the side of your jaw, the tingle of his minty toothpaste prickling your skin. “I did not, that’s pretty cool.”

“When you swaddle babies you’re supposed to get them little mittens because they have really sharp fingernails.” You added.

Tadashi’s face contorted with confusion. “Why all this baby talk? What are you watching?”

“Just a bunch of baby videos.”

“Why?”

You sighed and put the phone down to turn your body down and look him in the eyes. “Well, while I was helping those customers earlier. They had such a cute baby and we just talking about having kids and stuff and I think they gave me like- baby fever or something.”

To your surprise, he started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” You poked.

“I’m sorry,” He grabbed your wrists. “I didn’t mean to laugh, you just caught me off guard.”

Your heart flipped in your chest out of nervousness. Had you freaked him out? “Is that bad?”

“No, no it’s not.” He assured you. “So, you want a baby?”

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. “I mean, right now yeah but then I think about like the birth process and then I’m like ‘nuh unh.’”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you’d make a fantastic mom.” Tadashi smiled into your neck.

You leaned over and rammed your head into his stomach. “Can we have one?”

The feeling of Tadashi’s stomach fluctuating while he laughed pushed against your head. “Maybe later, hun.”

“So you do want kids?”

He grabbed you by the face and forced you to look back up at him. “Yeah, I’ve told you that before. I’ve said I want a daughter, and I want her to look like you, and I want to decorate her room and throw her birthdays, and go to all her school and sports events.”

“I want her to have your nose.” You admitted.

Tadashi started laughing and shaking his head. “No, no she will get bullied. Trust me I know.”

“No matter son or daughter, they should take Japanese lessons.” You added.

“Yeahhhh,” Tadashi breathed through his teeth. He knew enough Japanese to ask someone for very general directions. But the second a native speaker started talking a little too fast, all his comprehension skills started to deplete.

You could have kids in future years, when you had a shared place and both of you were done with school. Besides, it’s not like anything at all could break the two of you apart.

#baymax #big hero six #big hero 6 #tadashi hamada #hiro hamada #bh6 x reader #tadashi hamada x reader #hiro hamada x reader #disney #fanfic #napakmahal #baby fever

[2-dsimp]

hihiii! how would nokka react to their S/O calling them some cheesy name like a phrase like this: "hello my sweet shnookie pookie dokie bear hru?" and then cackles stupidly because I do that with my friends from reaction and it got my gears turning TY!!! ILYSM!!!

『Featuring your yandere husband cringing at you』

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Y/n: “Good morning my shnookie Pookie dokie bear! It’s time to rise and shine!”

You sing songed as you snatched to covers off of his slumbering form. Making him hiss from being exposed to the cold air since he can be sensitive to it especially in the early mornings.

Nokka: “Ugh It’s too damn early for me to deal with this shit, Wife”

Your husband, bemoaned at you being a pissy little baby due to you waking him up. According to his wishes since he had a streaming event planned. For his fellow gym enthusiastic followers who wanted a sneak peek at his weight training regiment.

Nokka briefly settled on snuggling into a stray body pillow. Before a heavy cringe settled upon on his face from registering your offending words. Squinting his eyes, he looked up at you in utter bafflement as if repulsed by the words you were previously spouting.

Nokka: “Did I fuck your brains out too hard last night? Cuz who is this shnookie Pookie dokie bear? I know, It sure as hell ain’t me. Since I only answer to ‘Husband’ “

#Nokka the husband #yandere male x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere husband #yanderecore #yandere content #male yandere #yandere concept #yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n #yandere character #yandere community

[satforsatoru]

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭

➪ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

no warnings

“You shouldn’t have gone on that mission by yourself.” 

The corner of your lip twitched, dangerously close to a frown. Satoru had been nagging you nonstop about the three-day mission you had just returned from, and your patience was getting thin. 

“I think I got that the first… I don’t know, three times you said that?” You snarked, still trying to focus on the book in your hands. 

You’d been looking forward to finishing it after your mission, but Satoru had barged into your apartment, pissy and demanding that you indulge his complaints. “You’re not getting it,” He hissed, approaching you from where he was pacing a hole in your living room carpet.

“I was available to go on that mission with you!” He insisted. That one phrase sent the rest of your patience up in flames and you slammed your book shut. 

“I am well aware since it was me who asked that you not go with me!” You hissed, unthinkingly. It took a long moment of silence from Satoru for you to realize exactly what you had just said.

“Wait, Satoru, I didn’t mean-”

“You asked for me not to come?” He repeated lowly. You blinked back at him, your mind running rampant with possible responses, but none of them could be forced from your lips. Truthfully, the idea of going on a mission with him terrified you. 

How could you compete, or even keep up, with him? Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what it mattered to be a sorcerer when Satoru existed. After all, what could you compare to the strongest there is? 

Someone so powerful that the very earth shook at the beginning of his existence. What did it matter if you exorcized curses or not? Try or give up? You would never amount to even half of what he was on his worst days.

You didn’t used to be so insecure, you were strong (or you used to think so) and took care of curses that others couldn’t. It wasn’t until that fateful day that Satoru confessed and promised to always be yours that you began to have doubts. 

Insecurity hovered closely behind you as he told you of his missions or how easily he’d taken care of curses that you couldn’t even begin to imagine facing off against. Worse yet were his promises to protect you, as if you were a helpless thing (but wouldn't you be, compared to the strongest?) that only he could save.

It was your painful, little secret, your feelings of incompetence. You knew it was foolish, that he would never hold the difference in power over you, but having to see it in person? You feared that it might be too much for you.

“Why?” He stressed, impatient with your tense silence. You just shook your head. “I handled it fine! I didn’t need you to babysit me,” You shot back, tired of the stinging in your chest. Your lover scoffed, as if unable to comprehend your words. 

“‘Babysit’? You were gone for three days! I could have helped and had you home in one! I just missed you!” He cried incredulously. The meaning of his words was lost on you the moment he mentioned just how much quicker he would’ve succeeded. 

“I don’t want to go on missions with you, Satoru,” you confessed, “I don’t think I can handle it.” The frustration seemed to melt from his features at your defeated tone. 

“Handle it? Baby, handle what?” He murmured, hands reaching to hold you. When you didn’t move away, one hand made its way behind your head, and the other landed on your back holding you to him. “What use do I have… when around the strongest? Nothing I do can really matter if you can do it twice as fast and so much better,” You whispered brokenly. 

“You don’t truly believe that, do you?” Satoru sighed, pulling away from you. The corner of his lips raised in a small smile and his thumbs gently brushed away your tears. 

“What does it matter to be the strongest if there’s no one else? Not even the ‘strongest’ can do everything by himself… I need you, and every other sorcerer who risks their life every day, so baby, don’t ever think that what you accomplish doesn’t matter.” 

His words were earnest, but your insecurities were strong. Even when you buried your face in Satoru’s chest, you couldn’t hide your feelings from him, six eyes or not. He knew you.

“Do stars lose their worth because they’re not as bright as the moon or the sun?” He murmured into your ear and you laughed around a sob. “When did you get so smart?” You sniffled. Satoru pressed a heavy kiss to your cheek and you could feel his grin.

“I know right? I saw it Pinterest!” He exclaimed, far too proud of himself. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, feeling a little better. 

“And here I thought you came up with that all on your own,” You snorted, hugging him tighter. “Let me come on a mission with you and I’ll impart all of my Pinterest knowledge onto you,” He promised, only half joking. 

You lifted your head to meet his gaze and his smirk softened into a fond smile. “Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing. I hate being away from you, so let me go with you, yeah?” 

The idea of it scared you still, but you had faced worse, and this time, the strongest was going to be beside you as you did so. 

requests are open and reblogs are appreciated!!

#💎diamond encrusted #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo angst #gojo fluff #gojo hurt/comfort

[bigfatbimbo]

this might be a little too soft for this blog, but I just love, love, LOVE subtle displays of power a dom might use in public that indicates who runs the show -- like ordering food for another person, picking clothes for them to wear, or opening the door for them when they're clearly capable of all these things. The thing is, I have no idea if Vox or Lucifer would be the types to GO for that sort of thing, really -- image and all -- but I feel like they'd just ADORE being taken care of on the inside even if they act all huffy on the outside.

Vox would hate it so much. Like, obviously he’s not opposed to you being dominant in the bedroom, he prefers it a lot of the time. But like… in public?

Even if it’s so innocent like ordering for him at a restaurant. He’d take it so seriously, in fact he’d probably interrupt you and change his order just to be a bitch.

He has an image to keep up. In private you can baby him all you want, he probably likes it. But he would get very pissy if you show how ‘in charge’ you are in public. What will the tabloids say?

Actually I think he would snap at you but like just to make a point. “Excuse me, who do you think you’re talking to?” he’d hiss.

OH and calling him an embarrassing nickname outside of the bedroom too, like princess, for example. He’s awkwardly laughing and playing it off to everyone around him like you’re such a jokester haha.

But maybe you make your actions more subtle after that. Still implying dominance, but in a much more toned down way. Like, as you said, opening doors and picking out outfits. Yes, then the warmth of feeling taken care of would finally triumph his pride.

Of course, he’d still act pissy and huffy about it.

Lucifer’s opinion on the matter is purely situational. If these displays are around sinners or lower classes, go for it.

He really doesn’t care what they think, anyways. He believes he’s inherently better than them, anyways.

In fact, he’s not really thinking about anyone else’s opinions when you did this, usually. He just likes feeling cared for. He craves your love and support so much, casually reminding him of your dominance would be appreciated.

He’d probably get very smiley about it, actually. In front of the right audience, that is.

See, imagine your around people who, obviously aren’t his squeals, but higher classes of hell. Maybe the seven deadly sins, or something.

Then no, it would not be interpreted well at all. Because he’s relatively close with some of the sins, so a few of them might poke fun at him. And then his reaction would be to cross his arms, huff and pout.

Anyways, sorry Lucifer’s is so short. Tryna get something out there before I go offline for like five hours.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #dom reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel vox #inbox open

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。LATE — ITOSHI SAE.

✩ — contents ⋮ 18+ content — minors do not interact, gn! reader, somnophilia, handjobs, sae having a nasty lil dream about you <3

✩ — note ⋮ i want to wake him up like this :(

sae never oversleeps—it shocks you, really. sometimes you question how that’s even possible, how he’s able to get up on the first ring of his alarm so effortlessly and not choose to doze off for a few more minutes instead.

you forget he’s only human, that even sae of all people can be susceptible to exhaustion, that even he has his moments where getting out of bed is just too difficult. you watch him for a moment, trace over his peaceful features as he sleeps through his alarm, brush a few loose pieces of hair from his face as he breathes softly. he doesn’t even stir—and you realize how tired he really must be.

but practice starts soon, and you know no matter how tired he is, he’d positively lose his mind if you let him oversleep.

“sae,” you say softly, shaking at his shoulder, making him grunt in his sleep, “wake up. c’mon, you’re gonna be late.”

he groans, crinkles his brows a bit in his slumber before his features relax again, still deep asleep and careless to the time he’s wasting in bed. you almost feel bad, almost want to just let him rest and have a day to himself like you know he deserves—but he’d never let himself do that, and you’d rather deal with a tired sae than a pissy one.

“sae, you gotta get up,” you shake him again, “seriously, you’re not gonna have time for breakfast at this rate,” you huff.

this time he groans again, but you pause when he mumbles your name at the end. and then he lets out another sound—a much softer, breathier, needier sound, one that makes your breath hitch and your eyes slowly trail south. you should be worrying about waking up your rather late boyfriend—but instead, you feel your core ache at the bulge in his boxers, the slight dark spot over his crotch where his hard-on leaks with precum onto the fabric.

“god, sae,” you hiss, “blow your load in your dreams some other time.”

almost like a response to your words, he lets out a whine this time, hips bucking fractionally as if he’s chasing the friction of your touch. you can practically see him twitch in his underwear, practically imagine the flushed red tip and the thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock.

“fuck,” he curses, still asleep, still blissfully unconscious to the world and unaware of the god damn time on the clock as it ticks. you should grab him by the shoulders and shake him, you should act like you never noticed the erotic nature of…whatever it is his dreams consist of—but then he whines your name again, and you can’t help but let out a shaky breath.

you almost feel bad—he’s been so, so busy lately, so many things pulling him every which way. he must be frustrated, must be stressed and so overworked, so filled with tension. and then you decide what kind of lover would you be if you don’t take care of your boyfriend during his clear time of need?

so you carefully cup him through the fabric, earning an instant grunt from him, his hips bucking into your touch and chasing the pressure of your hand.

“aw, baby,” you pout sympathetically, “must hurt, huh?”

he can’t hear you—he’s still snoring softly, but the breathy whine you earn tells you everything you need to know. so you slowly tug down the waistband of his boxers, tuck it under his heavy balls and let his cock free as he hisses slightly at the cool air. like you suspected, it’s painfully red at the tip, swollen and leaking with pre cum that you carefully gather with your thumb and smear along his length.

“f-fuck,” he gasps, and this time he stirs a bit, shifting in the sheets to chase your touch. you wrap your hand around his pulsing cock, making him moan lowly, brows furrowing as you slowly stroke along the length.

“sae,” you sing, “time to get up, you know.”

“sh-shit, ‘s gotten into you?” he mumbles as he finally wakes up, blearily opening his eyes and blinking up at you. “what time is it?”

“late,” you say simply, “might as well let me have my fun.”

and then you run your thumb along his slit, making him curse as he lets out a low groan. your fist tightens around his thick cock, stroking up and down as you drag along every vein on his sensitive length.

“jesus,” he hisses, “th-this early?”

“don’t look at me,” you snort, “it was your dream, not mine. at least you called my name—i’d kill you if you moaned someone else’s.”

“fuck,” he pants, cheeks stained with that soft blush that makes a dull ache form between your own legs at the sight. “faster,” he demands—like he’s not the one who didn’t just give you all this trouble to wake him, like you’re not the one who so graciously has his dick in your hands as you take care of him.

but sae’s had a rough week, you can see it in the tension between his brows as he furrows them, in the tightness of his jaw that he clenches, in the white knuckles of his hands as he fists the sheets.

“wanna tell me what you dreamt?” you tease, earning a scoff from him that ends in a grunt. “did i touch you just like this?”

“no, you actually went faster,” he shoots back, glaring at you through hazed eyes and sweat clung to his forehead. “if you’re not gonna do shit, then—oh, g-god,” he cuts himself off when your fist tightens its grip and strokes him fast, merciless—making his mouth part and his breath hitch. “f-feels good,” he pants, “‘m close.”

you can tell he is with the way he twitches in your hand, making you grin, “better make it quick,” you say, eyeing the time, “you’re gonna be extra late.”

“ngh—” he cums almost instantly, breath erratic as he pants your name softly through his high. he looks pretty, flushed face and parted lips, breathy moans blessing your ears as thick, hot ropes of cum paint your hand and his abs white. you milk him of every drop, squeezing around the fat tip of his cock with every upstroke of your fist.

“that’s it, baby,” you coo, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his jaw, “you look so pretty when you cum for me.”

he’s lax against the mattress once he’s rode out his orgasm, panting to catch his breath as he whimpers at the sensitivity when you stroke him a few more times before finally pulling away. it’s late—he’s late, but you think it’s not entirely a bad thing with how relaxed he now looks. the most relaxed he’s looked all week, you think proudly.

“how late am i?” he finally asks, cracking an eye open and staring up at you.

“just a bit,” you giggle, leaning down and pressing your lips to his. he kisses back, hums against your mouth before flipping you onto your back and twisting to hover over you.

“well, if i’m already late,” he says lowly, making you shiver as he nips at your jaw, “might as well make the most of it, huh?”

he has eaten me up whole send help

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[shoyoist]

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 — hanma shuji.

hanma doesn't know why he's so nervous about giving you chocolate on valentine's day. for fuck's sake.

he checks himself out for the seventh time in the reflection of the candy shop's display window, running a hand through the gelled locks of his dyed hair, fixing a strand that had fallen loose. chill the fuck out. he leans back against his motorcycle, hoping to god that he doesn't look awkward as he stands there, holding a heart-shaped box and a bouquet of flowers— starting to feel cold as the sun goes down in the distance, his leather jacket and skinny jeans doing little to protect him from the late winter chill. 

like, who cares if this is the first time he's spending a valentine's day with someone? he stares into the lidded, dusty gold eyes of his reflection. and who gives a shit that you're the first girlfriend he's ever had? the first person to ever sway his devil heart, to pull him down from the top of the world and dethrone him of the title of the lone reaper? … and who cares if he was over twenty whole fucking years old when you gave him the first kiss of his whole life? 

“shut up,” he'd hissed at hanemiya, who laughed at him while he was hunched over shelves of confectionery, unable to pick something for you. “shut the fuck up, b’fore i knock the teeth outta your fuckin' skull.”

“ooh, would ya really do that, now?” usually, anyone would cower and tremble in their pissy little shoes if the hanma shuji had threatened them like that. but hanemiya hadn't even flinched. 

“your little girlfriend might run from you, shuji honey,” kazutora had mocked, using the petname you always called him by. “can't risk that, man. not when she’s the first girl that's ever wanted your flat ass in your life.”

“can it, tora.” hanma had warned, voice low. “for a kid that sat in the class corner and got his shit beat in by every other kid in school, you sure have a sharp fuckin' tongue.”

“ouch.” hanemiya's wince was only fake. “hey, man. we're friends.”

to be fair, hanma had never thought much about love or first kisses or valentine's days, or even relationships in general. he was plenty amused and invested by kisaki's endeavours, sidelining his efforts to win over the woman of his dreams like it was a soap opera.

it was new, unwalked territory, and it made him nervous, made his heart flutter, goddamnit— to be in love with someone himself. and god he's fucking sweating despite the cold, as he stands there as patiently as he can and waits—

“shuji!” your voice calls him from behind, and he ignores the way his face and ears heat up as he turns around to find you. “shuji honey! i'm sorry i'm late!”

you wave at him as you rush over, your shoes clacking over the frosty sidewalk and your scarf fluttering in the breeze. the first thing hanma thinks is oh, fuck— because you're damn pretty, and also because your hands are full. of shopping bags that contain what he can only assume are valentine's day gifts for him.

suddenly, he feels embarrassed. the box of chocolates he spent so much time choosing for you, and the bouquet of roses (one of each colour to signify every kind and stage of love) feel suddenly empty. not good enough.

“hi baby,” he says, voice going rough as he softens it for you. leaning down so you don't have to get on your toes, he allows you to capture his lips in a kiss, parting his lips to give himself a sliver of your taste. “don't worry your pretty little head. i didn't wait long.”

“i went shopping.” you tell him, hanging some of your bags on the handlebar of his motorcycle, trifling through one of them for something. “shuji i knew you'd never dress correctly for the weather, so i made some last minute additions to my gift list and bought you these.”

you pull out a checkered scarf, very long in your hands — and you get on your toes anyway, slinging it around his neck and patting his chest before nodding in satisfaction and going back to the bag for something else. “that, and these gloves!”

you take out a pair of thick, black leather gloves and wait for hanma to finish wrapping his new scarf around his neck, before taking his large hands in yours and pulling the gloves on them for him. “aren't they nice?” you smile proudly, squeezing his gloved hands. “look at the silver buttons! you fasten them like this, and see! they're fitted perfectly.”

“i—” his voice cracks, and he blinks down at you in silence for a moment, feeling warm and fuzzy as you hold his hands in yours. “thank you, pretty doll. i love them.”

“and you better use them.” you huff. “i know you're freezing even now. it's a cold evening. you never learn, shuji.”

“i will, baby.” he has to grin at you then, because you're so fucking cute when you turn your nose up and frown at him, bossing him around like that. “promise.”

“kiss.” you pout, then, and his heart melts. he'd already put his flowers and chocolate down on the back of his motorcycle, so he wraps his hands and arms around your waist, pulling you in and enjoying the warmth you offer as he kisses you, his touch so gentle and tender even to himself. “love you, baby.” he says into your mouth, blushing again when he feels you hum happily against his lips. “i love you so much.”

when you pull away, your gaze wanders off to his motorcycle — and you look up at him, eyes somehow so adorable, sparkly and full of innocent joy. “are those for me?”

“who else would they be for?” hanma chuckles, snatching up the bouquet and chocolate, handing them to you. “happy valentine's day.” the words feel foreign, an inexperienced rasp to them as they leave his tongue.

he watches you hug the flowers to your chest, reading the label on the chocolate box, giggling as you notice your name carefully written in black marker on the pink ribbon tied around it. “it's not much,” he starts, but you don't let him continue. 

“i love them, shuji! these are my favourite kind of chocolate— and how did you know to pick these specific colours of roses, hm?” you raise an eyebrow, giggling even as you try to appear skeptical. “i bet kisaki taught you. you wouldn't know a thing about flower meanings.”

it's true — he didn't know. he'd asked kisaki for help himself. his little plant-loving genius of a friend had been delighted to oblige. “hey, don't be mean t’me now.”

“i love them, honey.” you smile, and hanma's heart flutters with the softness of your tone.

he knows you love him. you call him your honey, your sweetheart, your baby — as if he wasn't 6’4, tatted up and famous on the streets for being an on-and-off member of multiple gangs, a wild card and a lone reaper of souls that's never been defeated in a fight.

as if he wasn't quite terrible at giving you his love back. he stares again at his flowers and his measly box of chocolates, before glancing as discreetly as he could at all the bags you'd hung on his motorcycle's handlebar. “so, what's our plan?” he licks his lips. “we can go anywhere you want— name a place, i'll drive us there.”

“aren't you sweet,” you reach up to pinch his cheek. “hm, let's go to my favourite restaurant! you know the one. and after that we can drive around and head to the park you like. we can open the rest of your gifts there.”

fuck. “these all’re really for me?” he frowns at the bags — there are six of them, all tote bags in pretty pastel pinks and yellows.

“mhm.” you nod, utterly unaware of what you do to his heart. “i got you twenty presents!”

“the hell?” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the nape of his neck, puzzled. “why the fuck would ya do that, now?”

“buy you twenty presents?” you blink. “well, i was trying to get you something really meaningful, you know? something special. that's practical but also mmm, sexy — because that's the kind of thing you like.”

“and you had to buy twenty of these … practical and sexy presents.” hanma isn't convinced. 

you put the flowers and chocolate into one of the bags and climb onto the back of his motorcycle, rolling your eyes at him. “listen, shuji— i got a little carried away, alright? i'm nervous!”

nervous? you? he walks the few steps required to close the distance between you two once again. “hah?”

“mhm.” you grab at his stomach through his shirt and pinch, earning yourself from him a hiss of pain and a swat from his hand. “i'm nervous, because…” you smile, leaning in like you're telling him a secret. “i have to show you a good time—a little birdie told me this is your very first valentine's day date.”

hanma's embarrassment is evident as he tugs the scarf up his chin and turns his back to you, leaping onto the motorcycle and making it jolt, your panicked squeak and the way you grab at his jacket to steady yourself making him chuckle despite himself.

“hey!” you slap his shoulder, and he ignores you, twisting the keys into the ignition and revving his vehicle up instead. “shuji! you're mean.”

“‘m not.” he scoffs, backing up off the side of the rode and to the yellow line. “you're mean.”

he peeks at one of the mirrors and sees your pretty face twisted into a scowl, and his own face cracks into a smile. “you'd be a real sweetie if you told me the rest of the stuff you got f’me, though.”

“those are surprises.” your scowl lifts, as he pushes off the road with one foot and drives out into the street. you wrap your arms around his waist and press your body to his back, cheek against his shoulder as you let the wind into your hair and relax as he speeds up. “you can guess, though. so funny when you guess.”

“cause i never get anything fuckin' right?” he laughs, and then you laugh too, and hanma feels all warm and fuzzy again. god, he loves you. he loves you so much.

people would assume about a man like hanma, that he wouldn't settle for a first love. he would want experiences! he would want to taste love, passion, regret, heartbreak, unadulterated lust, the poisons and ambrosias of other people— but really, he thinks he can do just fine with just you.

he can do just fine with only your love, your presence, your warmth and your kisses from your lips his whole life. if he wants experiences, he'll have them with you.

“hey.” he says, half hoping his words get lost in the wind— but you hum in response anyway, so he continues. “i know i haven't even opened those presents yet, but thank you. alright? i really do appreciate it, baby.”

he laughs at the end, a little awkward, because fuck— he sounds so stupid when he tries to be serious and express something that isn't a joke.

then you kiss his shoulder, and he feels that warmth and fuzziness all over again. “of course. anything for you, shuji. i'll make sure you feel just how much i love you.”

and god, hanma just might fucking cry. his eyes sting, and he blinks the sensation away before it can build — but he still takes a little too long to reply, takes too long to swallow down the lump in his throat. “i love ya too.”

“shuji,” your voice is teasing, and he feels you tilt your face on his shoulder to look at him better. “you're tearing up, aren't you?”

“baby, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” he smiles anyway, because your laugh is beautiful, and when you push yourself up just a bit to place a quick kiss on his cheek, he turns his head just in time to make it a kiss on his lips. ”now stay put.”

note: inspired by an ask left to me by @vivianette. thank you for the idea, beloved<3 interactions, reblogs & feedback are much appreciated!

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[konigsblog]

mmf' , i just want eldritch/cthulh!könig to take care of me. headcannons for him because he rots my mine, day and night ... :(

cthulhu!könig who finds himself crawling towards you with his lengthy cock hanging heavy, smelling your period blood from a mile away. he eats fish and dead men, sunken boats that dare to cross his path, along with deceased sea animals. he can't help himself from wrapping his long, murky tentacles around your thighs, keeping your cunt against his mouth as he drags his tongue up and down between your wet, sloppy slit.

“please, sonne, just relax against me. taste so good, so good for me..”

cthulhu!könig and his jealousy issue. he can't stand seeing other sea gods flirt with you in an attempt to swoon over you. but god, he loves making you ride his tentacles after declining them, easing down onto his thick limp, suckers grazing against your gummy walls.

cthulhu!könig who orders you to chant his name while he fucks you. usually, his sex is slow and sensual, with one tentacle stuffed inside youe sweet, precious pussy and another silencing your whiney sounds. but, he adores your stuttered sounds as you chant his name like a prayer to an ancient god.

cthulhu!könig and his breeding kink. he's so fascinated with the idea of breeding you, to see you with a human/octopus hybrid, cradled in your arms. but, due to his issues with jealousy and your attention, he prefers it just being you two. though, he does mention getting you pregnant while you cockwarm a tentacle, his suckers leaking out their substances into your womb, making you sob out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“gott, ich möchte dich geschwollen mit meinen babys sehen, einen kleinen oktopus, der in diesem bauch wächst ... meine süße meerjungfrau, du bist so naiv, du weißt nicht, was du mit mir machst, keine ahnung, oder?”

cthulhu!könig being overprotective and possessive of you. you're his most prized possession, a mortal, a human soon to be turned to immortal once he impregnates you with his offspring. he hates whenever other sea gods have their eyes on you, glaring at the before snarling, brushing the wet hair stick to your forehead as he eases your head into the water, washing your hair.

cthulhu!könig who always buys you proper pearl necklaces, as well as other shells. the faint sounds of the ocean in the distance, the sun just rising above the horizon, breathless from könig's tentacles wrapped tightly and securely around your waist. he definitely scolds you whenever you complain, hissing at you and being strict, keeping you from ever leaving.

“don't, meine schatz ... still still, sonnenschein.”

he has a fear of someone taking you, so he usually stays with you. he'd kill for you, other sea gods, do anything to keep you from going back to society.

cthulhu!könig and how he coos at you for being so grumpy and pissy about being away from your friends and family. why do you need anyone else? let the 10ft muscular giant with a gut keep you safe!! your life isn't in jeopardy or danger, just spread your legs and let him treat you right.

⭒ if you want to correct any german, please do so! im not educated on the german language so i have to use a translator for it, but i don't mind constructive criticism to help with it :)

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[echoe-back-from-the-void]

SCREAM - 1996

Part two is in the works!!

Looking down at the offending bloodied blade I grinned sharply.

“Oh, if you wanted to kill me you shouldn’t have missed.” I turn my puppy dog eyes to the man in the ghost face. I grip the blade and pull it out with a soft whine. Lifting my shirt to see the entry wound, “next time don’t miss, baby boy.” I say teasingly, my words obviously have an effect as he stands still with heavy breathing. Clearly startled.

I reach across the counter nearest to me and grab a rag before packing the entry. The killer flinches back at how brutally I’m treating my own body.

“If you came here to kill me because I’m part of her friend group then you clearly have me mistaken.” I look up at him again. “I’m just a punching bag, mr killer.”

When he still gives no reaction I turn away from him and half limp to the living room where I try the phone. “Damn.” I Mutter when I hear the dead line. In response a blade is placed under my throat making me hiss. “Put that thing down I was just trying to order a damn pizza.” Then quieter I mumble, “I get munchies when I patch myself up. And if I don’t eat I’ll just pass out and bleed to death.”

With a sigh I let myself fall to the dusty couch and bend over the side to grab the ever present med kit that I had stashed there. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch or are you going to get me a warm bowl of water?” I order the male, I can tell he’s male from whatever deodorant he’s using. That and his shoes are too big to be female, same with his hands. He’s shocked enough to actually do as I said and returns with a bowl of water. I dip my finger in it and sigh at the warmth.

I shake my head, gotta stay awake. Reaching over I turn on the tv and switch it to the channel playing horror movies. The killer beside me instantly becomes entranced making me bark a laugh. “Horror fan too, my good sir?” I joke and he shakes his head yes. This whole time he hasn’t spoken and maybe it’s the adrenaline or the blood loss but I teasingly say, “cat got your tongue, baby boy?”

“No.” A distorted voice responds.

“Voice modulators in the suit, nice.” I say as I turn my attention back to the open med kit. I struggle to thread the needle but eventually get it. All while the ghost faced killer sits on an opposite arm chair with divided attention between the movie and me. By the credits I have stitched the wound closed. I’m wrapping it in gauze when he finally stands up.

He’s almost nervous like he doesn’t know what to do. He’s holding that bloody knife again and pointing at me. “Don’t tell anyone.”

I throw my head back in a laugh, “who would I tell, baby boy.” At this point I’ve called him that couple times and while most of the jocks at our school would feel threatened. This man seems to almost preen at the words like they’re a compliment.

It’s a week later and I’m visited again. I don’t ask how he got in I just lean against the wall with a soft smile. “Back again, Baby boy?” I realize my mistake when I see his gait. “Not baby boy. So there’s two of you, smart.” I say with a shrug turning to walk back into my living room.

I hear the floorboard behind me creak under pressure and I lean hard left barely avoiding a knife stab. I grab the males arm and lift it up while turning. Pulling his arm to his back and pushing him against the wall with force. I hiss at the pull in my abdomen and press him into the wall harder. “Don’t get pissy or your going to rip my stitches.”

I Take the blade out of his hand and while I’ve taken a visible weapon away I don’t doubt he has more hidden on his person. “I don’t trust you so I’m going to pat you down.” I move one hand around and over his shoulders and then down his back and around his waist. I find another knife and a concealed cellphone that I stuff back in his pocket. The hard part was checking his legs because I couldn’t reach down and still hold his arm up.

So I do something mildly stupid and let his arm go to crouch by his legs. I give another hiss at the stretch but check him thoroughly. When the pat down is done I use the wall to try and get back up but I feel something tear and curse under my breath.

When I’m standing again I let my head rest against the wall with a sigh as sweat is already coating my brow. The second killer had backed away to watch me. I put my hand on the wall and continue to limp my way to the living room. Halfway there I take my bloody shirt off and throw it in the opening of the laundry room.

Being shirtless exposes my thin but muscular frame covered in patchy white scars. I’m really thankful I was wearing my sports bra too or I’d be more concerned taking my shirt off around the serial killer. “Getting undressed for me already sweetheart.” He flirts through the Modulator.

“In your dreams, brat.” I lower myself into the couch with a Hmpf. I reach my hand underneath and blindly search for the medkit like last time. This time I’m thankful I also stashed a bottle of scotch. I take a Long sip of the amber liquor before I even bother to look at the damage.

Two stitches had ripped and began to needlessly bleed. The second ghost face killer comes closer to the couch with interest. Kneeling beside me his dips an ungloved hand in the blood puddling my chest and slips his fingers under his mask. A little bit of the blood catches on the white face and I can just barely make out his chin.

I roll my eyes at his behavior and grab the alcohol to pour over the wound. When the skin is well and numb I smile and take the broken stitches out before restitching them. When I’m done I let my head fall back into the cushions with a sigh.

“You didn’t go to the hospital?”

I quirk a lazy grin. “No, they wouldn’t have helped me anyway. Because I don’t have money to pay them.” I say the words slowly to make my point. “Can I please order a Pizza this time?” My response is silence that I then try to fill. “I already told your partner, I get the munchies when I’m hurt. If I don’t eat I will fall asleep.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” The man asks through distortion.

“My bloody valentine, next?”

“Why.”

“Um duh, because it was good. I liked the idea of people dying on Valentine’s Day it was a little ironic ya know with the whole death do us part vow.”

The ghost face killer gives a breathy chuckle and begins to run his fingers through my hair. It’s not that bad and I kinda sink into his hand. “Your really not scared, are you?”

“I’m really hungry if that helps?” I tease through a yawn.

Soon I’m falling asleep with a killer stroking my hair. I wake up ten or twenty minutes later to the smell of warm pizza and when I open my eyes there’s a pizza box on my living room table.

I slowly position myself to kneel next to the low table and I open the still warm box of pizza. Cheese pizza <3

Hungrily I dig in to fill my appetite and sway side to side happy.

“Look at that.” A Voice says to my left. I turn and see the same killer as before. His new defining marker being the tinge of red at the bottom of the mask from where he tasted my blood.

“Don’t tease me, brat, I was hungry, I haven’t eaten since…well shoot.” I blink rapidly at the realization. Was it really that long.

“Shoot, What?” Another modulated voice asks. I turn my head with a perky smile. “Baby boy!” Excitedly I wave him over. “Pizza!” I hold up a slice for him and I can tell he rolled his eyes at me. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” I snuff turning back to my pizza. The second man chuckles.

“She really isn’t scared at all?”

“What? Do you seriously want me whining and crying like some dumb girl in a horror movie?” I lift my lip in a snarl. “Hate when they do that, it does nothing for the movie.” I mumble around a mouthful of pizza.

A silent conversation goes on behind me and then both killers move to opposite ends of the couch and sit down putting their feet on the table in synch. “Cute.” I tease again. “You should really get a slice, boys, before I eat the whole damn thing.”

The one on the left moves to get a slice and I notice it’s the same one with red on the mask. That lets me assume the other is the first one I met.

I reach across the table and there are two electronics barely in arms length. The phone and the remote. I feel brave for some reason and pick up the phone, two bodies tensing behind me. Visibly, so both can see me, I take the batteries out. I then reach for the remote with a giggle. “You boys are way too tense, cops couldn’t catch ya even if I pointed you out, dumb hicks they are. And like hell I’d do that,” I lean back against the couch to see them both. “That lady you guys killed a couple years back had it coming, so did those kids.”

“And what did they deserve, sweetheart.” The one on my left that I had been calling brat said.

“Well you gutted them but I would’ve cut out their tongues and broke their fingers. Casey was a cheater, cheated on my tests and on her boyfriend. Dunno how he’s doing but she was sleeping with the dumb jock while datin Macher.” I dip my lips into a frown. “He didn’t deserve a bad girlfriend, I think he’s dating Tatum, I don’t like her either. She was involved in a hit and run that was never investigated. Suspicious!” I say the last part in a high pitched voice.

The one on the right speaks up this time. “What did miss Prescott deserve?”

My grin dips before realigning. “Bitch had more kids than she had marriages, I know that. But if that’s true then why does little ol Sydney have no siblings in the house.” I pause and the one on the left is the first to catch on.

“You don’t mean?”

“What—that she killed them? No, Miss Prescott had a set of twin girls. I’m Sydney Prescott’s twin, I don’t look it do I?” I reveal to them and both seem startled at the information. “I got put up for adoption and was adopted by my lovely parents.” I stretch the word lovely and rub a scar over my shoulder. They pick up on the message and leave it at that.

“Not that my twins a Saint either. She has a porn blog about herself. All that talk about virginity and not giving it up but she’s got a blog selling her body. Her boyfriend, Loomis, the shit I could tell you about him. Okay so like her mom, my mom. Totally slept with his dad and fucked up the entire marriage. I mean, what a Home-wrecker. If I were Loomis…”

A hand is placed under my chin and my head is turned toward a smiling face. Billy-fucking-Loomis. “You’d do what, Sweetheart?”

“Mother-fucker!” I curse sharply in shock. “No fucking way, I mean it only makes sense. She would’ve been your first kill, then…” I can’t stop the sharp open mouthed smile. “Sydney’s so fucked!” I give a disbelieving laugh. I turn to the other killer with a smile. “If he’s Billy,” I get up and put my knee on the couch to steady myself and take off the other killers mask. “Stu Macher, you son of a gun.” I put my hands on both sides of his face and give him a quick kiss. I turn to Loomis to do the same. Before pulling away I bite his lip drawing blood making him pull back with a hiss.

“What was that for sweetheart?” Billy asks.

“Payback, you had my blood,” I then lick his blood off my lip.

“No hard feelings about the stab?” Stu asks.

“None,” I turn to him with a teasing smile, “you were so cute when you were confused.” I let my eyes drift back to Billy. “He couldn’t kill me so you were sent to finish the job but I’m clearly not dead.” There’s a question somewhere in there and Billy nods running a finger through my hair.

“You’re interesting.”

A month passed and both boys had continued to visit, my stab wound was still aching and I couldn’t move much. I was really thankful I had graduated early because I could not imagine how I would’ve gotten around school with a stab wound. Billy or Stu would drop off after school to see me. Eventually becoming affectionate, I was a little confused at first and asked about their girlfriends. When I did, both boys looked at each other over my head before saying in synch that they dumped them.

I guessed as much when stu couldn’t keep his arms from around me during a scary movie marathon. Billy would give short kisses to my hair while keeping an arm over my shoulders. It was strange at first but I shrugged it off and soaked in the affection with a bleeding heart.

We have been dating for three months and It was hot. My ac had broke again, so I was lounging in my sports bra and free flowing pajama shorts. We were watching a horror movie, Stu had his face buried in my lap facing the movie while I leaned against Billy. Stu moved and rolled to face my stomach and began to bury his nose in my bandages with a sigh.

“Your blood smells so good.” He whined clenching my hips. He began to leave love bites and hickeys along the available skin.

Billy began to take control of my lips and make out. He pressed a hand lightly to my throat when he let up and he too began to mark me up.

I rolled my head back with a sigh, “couldn’t we have finished the movie first?”

“You already know how it ends,” Billy murmured against my skin. Stu chuckled as well, sending vibrations of his voice against my stomach.

“You both suck,” I whined after missing my favorite part.

“And bite,” Stu added with a sharp bite to the skin over my ribs. I held his hair tightly in my fist at the pain he caused. I could feel a drop of blood then running down my stomach which he hungrily licked up. Billy did the same with my collarbone and I hissed.

“Like vampires.” I said sarcastically.

Billy pulled away to smile, my blood staining his teeth. “We were watching Dracula.” He says smartly.

“Then allow me to return the favor?”

Stu nods quickly and sits up in front of me to expose his throat with excitement. I side eye Billy for reference and as much as I can tell, he didn’t hate the idea.

I start by leaving kisses up Stu’s neck until I find where I want to bite and I suck on the spot first giving it a purplish bruise. I lick the spot again and bite down, metallic liquid drips into my mouth. I leave his neck with a few soft kisses to the reddened area. When I pull away his eyes are misty and drunken.

I let my hands softly trace his face and speak softly. “Are you okay, Baby boy?”

“So good.” He whispered back. He leans forward and begins to make out with me, he holds a thumb over my throat and cuts off my air slightly to make me pant. To get back at him I let my cold hands explore under his jumper, nails scratching his skin as I hold his waist.

“Sharing is caring, sweetheart.” Billy says as he tries to get our attention.

“Never watched Care Bears.” Stu jokes under his breath and continues to kiss me. He straddles me and rolls his hips against me for friction. I let one of my hands move from his waist to grip his thigh making him groan through a hiss.

Billy decided to watch while he waits his turn as patiently as a psychotic boyfriend could. It was not very long. Not long at all. He shoves stu away and pushes me down to cover me with his body. “It’s my turn.” He says but both me and Stu can hear the whine he tried to hide.

I reach up to let my hand run though his hair before pulling his neck back. Leaning up I begin to mark his skin like I had done with Stu only more aggressively. Nipping at his Adam apple as I went. “Are you happy, brat?” I question against his throat and he puts pressure on my wound in response.

“Don’t Call me that.” He demands.

I bite again at his throat with an open mouth while one hand moves down from his hair to dig my nails sharply into his shoulder. “Don’t be a brat then.” I say back with a smirk.

“Guys!” Stu whines wanting our attention.

Billy sighs and gets off of me letting Stu again shower my face in kisses. His stubble makes me giggle “Your so pretty.” Stu says in amazement as he hears me.

“No, your pretty, baby boy.” I nip at his ear and his face gains a reddish drunken hue. A combination of the compliments, teasing and calling him Baby boy make him go misty eyed.

More months pass and the end of their school year is fast approaching. “We should finish what we started.” Billy says out of the blue over breakfast. After another bad beating from my parents, Billy and Stu helped move all my belongings to Billy’s cabin. From there we all kinda started living together.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I want to finish what I started. It’s not over yet.”

I hold my spoon pointing it at him, “let me guess, the principal, Tatum. Your not really gonna leave Sydney alive, are you?”

“We could frame her dad. Not that hard.” Stu adds.

“That would be a hit, local father now suspected for the murder of his wife four years prior and the killing of 5 teenagers and the Highschool principle. More tonight at 6.” I add sarcastically making us all share matching grins. With a nod we all disperse from the half eaten breakfast. “I’ll gather the dirt,” I say over my shoulder on the way to our room to change. Before I leave I kiss Stu’s shoulder in passing as he sharpens the blades. I also give a quick Kiss to Billy’s jaw as he holds my coat out to me, it’s actually his, but semantics.

“Be safe.” Stu yells.

“Come home before dark.” Billy adds.

I stand over the principle with a sneer. “Sick bastard, Little Kids, really?” I pull back my leg and kick his nose, hearing it snap brings but little satisfaction.

The boys take care of the body by literally hanging him up by the flag pole. School is canceled and we plot how to get Tatum away from Sidney.

While both boys had finally agreed that Sidney must die, they still wanted her to be the last possible victim.

Tatum is easily killed at a party and it is covered up by police to look like drugs. The reason it was so easy is because it was a ghost face party, literally everyone dressed in the dime store costumes to mock or commemorate the killer.

Slowly I had been releasing dirt on those that were killed, enough dirty secrets and bad decisions that people began to praise the killers.

“We’re like Batman!” Stu said throwing his fist into the air.

“That means your Robin,” Billy teases Stu with a light shove.

“What does that make bunny,” Stu says calling my nickname for me.

“Cat woman?” I ask aloud. Stu agrees and buried his head in my neck, shaking with excitement as he left pecks on my throat.

“Our girl is so smart, and pretty.” Stu gushes before chuckling. Sometimes he got into moods where he couldn’t sit still and would be twitchy when he did move. Usually it was from being over excited. I did like always and began to run my hands through his hair while humming soothingly. He sank into me while pushing me to lay down on the couch. Soon I was laid down with his head barely below where my bust ended while he tried to calm down. “You always treat me so well.” He said full of affection as he rubbed his face into my stomach.

“Where’s my kisses and cuddles?” Billy jokes with little heat to it. I lift my upper body as much as I can and he slides under me. My head resting on his thigh as he leaned against the arm rest. I teasingly bite his thigh through the jeans.

“Is my brat satisfied?” I say and he gives a groan.

“The buttons you push…” he exhales.

Soon it’s time for the final kill. Because I’m the smart one of the three of us; I decided that taunting her was not the best option. It would’ve only felt good for a moment and the more we taunt the more likely she could learn who was the killer. Bad idea.

So while Billy called her, Stu chased her through the house much like what was done with the other murders. But this time I was also there for backup in case my twin got too brave. I had already switched the bullets on the gun in the house so it would be useless. All the knives were thrown into the dryer where she couldn’t find them.

Unfortunately there was a complication as gale was also there at the time. I heard Gales scream and ran to the scene where she was. Quickly I dispatched her by stabbing her through the back of her neck.

Stu was wrestling Sydney on the ground and when he saw my display he gave an audible groan, “that was soo hot Bunny.” He said breathily.

“Focus!” I said back and Sydney looked between us back and forth with confusion.

“Right!” Stu said through the modulator and banged her head against the floor making her black out. Jumping into action we posed the bodies to make a more clear murder. I had stabbed gale a few more times before he fully passed to really sell it.

Sydney was posed in her room, scantily dressed and tied to the headboard with her blood on the walls spelling slut. Her computer was also pulled open to show off her porn site. “Like mother like daughter,” was written on a note I left behind.

The three of us planted the evidence and left before the cops ever arrived. And when they did they found Mr Prescott passed out drunk with a bottle of scotch close to him and covered in blood.

“Billy you should’ve seen it! She fucking stabbed that bitch like it was nothing! I almost came just from seeing it! So so hot!” Stu gushed as he held me in his lap. In between sentences he’d give me feverish kisses and touch me lovingly like something divine.

“Oh I saw, saw everything our sweetheart did. Damn hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Billy said tightening his grip on the steering wheel while speaking huskily. He leaned over to squeeze a hand on my thigh and stroke the inside of it.

“Cmon, it’s not over until it’s on the news. Don’t celebrate yet.” I admonish them both. Then taking the conversation a complete 180 I say, “So what college are we going to?”

A sequel following the Scooby doo movies here

#scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #billy x reader x stu #stab me #fluff

[suction-cup-fan-man]

Val and Vox Tickle Fight~

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Part 1 - Lee!Vox x Ler!Val

"Hey Val?" Vox walked over to Valentino, sitting down beside him

"What Vox?" Val hissed a little, upset

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Vox."

"Seriously? You could've come up with something better than 'nothing'." Vox sighed, looking up at his boyfriend. Vox wrapped his arm around Valentinos waist, pulling him in close.

"What'd you do?"

"I didn't do anything! It was that-- WHORE!!"

"Which one now?"

"That fucking Angel Dust!!"

"Did he quit?"

"Worse... he MOVED!!!" Val threw a glass at the window, shattering the glass. Vox just raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"You're pissy because Angel moved?"

"Yes>:("

"How bad can it be, Val?"

"IT'S AWFUL! HE MOVED TO THE OTHER PART OF TOWNNNNAA!!" Val whined, making Vox snicker.

"You're such a baby."

"...You take that back."

"Make me."

"Bet." Val smirked, and with all of his four arms/hands, tickled the living HELL out of his boyfriend. One hand squeezed his thigh, another scratched gently on his stomach, and the other two targeted Vox's underarms.

"PFFFT-- BWAHAHAHAHA!! V-VAHAHAHAHAL!! VAHAHAHAL NOHOHOHOHO!!"

"No? No what, Voxy?~" Teased Val, going a bit faster

"NOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHICKLES! AH-- GAHAHAHAHAD!! FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING NOHOHOHOHOHO!!" Vox covered his face with his hands, blushing furiously. He kicked his legs but made sure not to whack Val in the stomach

"Tickle Tickle Voxxxxx~ You brought this upon yourself~"

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP YOU PRIHIHIHICK!!"

"Now that wasn't very nice~" Val chuckled, now leaning in and giving Vox tickly kisses on his neck

"FUHUHUHUCK!! VAHAHAHAL PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Vox curled up a bit, making Val giggle.

"Do you take it back?~"

"YEHEHEHEHES!! YES, I TAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHAHAAAA-- NOHOHOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!" Val moved his lower two hands under Vox's Thighs and SQUEEEEEZED em.

"No? You don't take it back?~ Hmm~ What a shame~"

"NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!! I-- I CÆNȚ TĄƘƏ IHIHIHIHHIHIHIT!!" Once Vox started glitching, Val ceased his attack

"Oh, fine~" He chuckled and got off of Vox, now sitting beside him.

"Ehehehevil..." Voz giggled, making Valentino chuckle

"Yeah, yeah." Val smirked and put Val on his lap, now wanting cuddles.

"Ihihi'm sooooo getting you bahack-- hehe..."

Val ignored Vox. Vox curled into a ball, leaning into his boyfriends touch, slowly closing his eyes as Val did the same

!To Be... ~Continued~!

#lee!vox #Ler!Valentino #tickle #fanfic #tickle fic #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #vox x valentino #valentino x vox

[sanjisblackasswife]

GIRL IF YOU DONT WRITE A ZORO SMUT WITH THE READER RIDING THE SHIT OUTTA HIM-

the people need it…. it’s me, i’m people

A/N: HELP ME PLSSSS. Ok i gotchu.

Let’s Talk About: Riding Zoro (NSFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Pussy job, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, choking, hair pulling , overstimulation, name calling

“You—ah—bitch…” Zoro groaned gritting his teeth as each word was broken into syllables feeling you clamp down on him with each bounce.

-

Zoro HATED. Being under you.

Not because you were heavy (pls he believes the heavier the better)

Not because you didn’t know how to ride

But because you were too good to him.

The first time riding Zoro was a treat, but just like Juicy Fruit gum it didn’t last.

More like he didn’t last.

“S-slow down ‘m ganna!—FUCK—!”

Since that short time he haven’t let you ride him since but today you wanted to literally jump on his dick, but you knew you had to work for it SO—

You came up with a plan—-

Today he lost a bet that he could make you cum with his fingers and tongue in less than 45 seconds or else you have to get on top for 3 minutes and as CLOSE as he was to winning. He was the sore loser.

“Common Zo…” you purred pushing him on his back fiddling with his black pants. “I won fair and square…”

Zoro rolled his eyes, but his attitude didn’t fool you in the slightest seeing him side eye you with a blushed face. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead seeing his pants gone and your slutty little mouth kissing his clothed bulge.

“Just pull it out already.” He spat through his teeth watching you tease him. He knew once the 3 minutes were up he was going to absolutely ruin you.

And you were okay with that because that’s exactly what you wanted after this so win win.

“Let me enjoy this.” You pulled yourself up on him, hands over his wide chest and bent legs beside his waist. “Gatta prep you first.”

“Wha—AH SHIT—!” Zoro hissed throwing his head back feeling you lower your wet cunt against his soft shaft. You felt every bump and rig from the veins he had and started to grind up and down leaving him to bite back his lip. “Don’t—DONT do that Just fucking sit on it!”

“Don’t Tell me what to do.” You scoffed holding back your own moans. He snapped his eye back at you in irritation.

“Don’t get so fucking cocky.”

“Or what?” You tilted your head looking at him with such innocent eyes as of you wasn’t milking him without him even being inside you. “Don’t act all pissy I know you like this.”

“Y-you-ah!” You laid your body on top of his chest with his erect cock now resting in between your folds as you kissed him. Your fingers flew through his damp green hair from his sweat. He mumbled something of an insult in your mouth but you just used it as an opportunity to shove your tongue down his throat.

“Good boy…” you gripped his locks tightly earning a hiss through his nose while you licked his lips from the remaining spit lines in his mouth.

Zoro felt his cock twitch feeling your nails dig into his scalp and unfortunately it went unnoticed by you.

You sucked your bottom lip before squatting over his aching cock.

“Zo…Look at me Baby…Yeah..” The moment he looked at the sight on you guiding yourself on him he nearly came already. He felt so irritated with hisself not knowing why the fuck he gets so overwhelmed with you on top like this.

You both shared a moan feeling you adjust to his size. He fell on the head board with his hands gripping your thighs so tightly he’d probably break skin if his nails wasn’t so dull.

“Move.” He muttered looking away trying to focus on surviving these next 3 minutes but you wasn’t having none of that so you grab his chin and breath on his mouth.

“Use your words, Zoro….”

Zoro’s pupils went small, there’s no way that you could have this much boldness from being on top.

And more importantly there’s no way Zoro should be this turned on by it.

He was pretty much growling at this point to get you to move and in all honesty you both knew Zoro could easily Just thrust up into you, catch you off guard and pound you into the oblivion. But he is a man of his word and he knew you’d never forgive him if he did that. So he knew he had to painfully set his pride aside and let you have this moment.

“Tick tock, Zoro.” You pecked his nose and sat up to grind against him just enough to break another sweet moan out of him. “I can do this all night.”

“You only have three minutes.” Speaking through his teeth.

“Answer the got damn question.” You squeezed down on him making Zoro pull you closer.

“Move….please.” He huffed out his nose making the strands of your hair move. You smirk in satisfaction and readjust.

You started of slow, you needed to find the right pace. Zoro looked at your expressions grunting very low then back at how your pussy was sucking him in and out.

Eventually you picked up the pace and your bedroom was filled with the headboard banging on the wall of the Sunny, your pants, his groans, and wet skin slapping against each other.

“You—!”

“Feels so good I know, baby.” You let out an airy laugh. While bouncing you took his left hand to hold it and kissed the back of it with eye contact. Your body was hot and sweaty with some of your hair covering one eye, but Zoro thought you looked so sexy.

A bit too sexy after you started to suck on his fingers moaning looking up at the ceiling still bouncing on him.

“Y-Y/N Stop!” Zoro nearly whined but cleared his throat to redeem himself. “S-stop!”

You slowed down letting his hand drop out of your mouth. Your face was a bit disappointed considering you began to feel close to orgasm but maybe you went too far? You both never established a safe word so you didn’t want to take any chances NOT listening when he said stop.

You were wrong though. Zoro moved his body to lay flat on his back holding your waist with one hand so you don’t fall.

“I like this view better.” He chuckled biting his lower lip. He put his wet fingers to your clit just for a moment to rub small circles so you can grind yourself on him. “There you go…good girl.”

You moved your head back at him squinting your eyes. You couldn’t let him have control NOT went the 3 minutes were almost up. He put his fingers in his mouth to suck on and wink at you.

“Scared to move?”

Nope.

Now you Gatta humble him.

You huffed and turned yourself around with your ass facing him and you felt a hard slap on your wet cheek.

“Now this is a pretty view too.”

You held yourself up by your arms and moved up and down again clenching on him just to hear him a bit more.

“You sure…know how to…ah—ride a cock…little slut aren’t you?”

You’d be lying to say him calling your a slut didn’t make you mad and turned on so you sat up straight squatting with him still inside you and bounced. You felt almost every inch of him like this.

I guess those squats Zoro made you do finally paid off.

“F-Fuck I’m—!!”

“Cum with me, Zoro!”

He fought back so hard because he knew he would be losing the 3 minute mark but he didn’t care at this point, his face was red, he was sweating like crazy, he just needed to cum inside you.

“Y-yes!” You hummed loudly, you gave your knees a rest and bent over breathing harshly. Zoro’s head was buried in the pillow giving you shallow thrust to ride out the orgasm.

“Zoro…” you moaned in the sheets feeling his cock still slightly pumping into your sensitive walls. “Fuck me.”

“What?”

“I said…” you turned around and rested your head on his shoulder, you tried to stabilize your breathing but the feeling his cum deep out of you down your thighs to his abdomen felt too good so with a shaky voice you uttered, “Fuck me now…”

Zoro aired out a chuckle wiping the sweat off his face with his hand. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before whispering in a threatening tone,

“Lay on Your fucking back and spread those legs for me then.”

#one piece smut #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece #one piece x female reader #ronoroa zoro #zoro hcs #zoro headcanons #zoro smut #one piece zoro #zoro x y/n #op zoro #zoro x reader #zoro scenario #zoro imagine #TimikosZoro

[kyydreamies7]

Good Riddance, Feels

kyy note// decided to post this on here since i already got it on ao3!! hope ya like it

It had been a day. A bad day. And you came back home to your boyfriend, Seungcheol, in a pissy mood. Not like you could help it, right? You walked in and plopped down on your shared couch not saying ‘hi’ or even taking a glance at him.

“Baby?” You don’t respond. He gets up from his spot at the kitchen counter and walks over to your spot on the couch. “Oh, hey.” You say to him, giving him a slight glance and then going back to your phone. “Hey?” He says with a raised eyebrow glaring down at you. “Something happen?” He adds as he starts to sit down next to you.

“I’m fine, stop worrying, please.” You say getting more annoyed by the second, you taking his worrying as nagging. “Are you sure hun?” He asks one last time before walking off completely. “YES. I’m ok! I just said that. Do I need to tell you again?” You yelp out, annoyance filling your expression on your face. He stares at you with an unreadable look. “That’s enough.” You turn to look at him in confusion, your brows furrowed. In one swift movement, he’s picked you up and has you bent over his shoulder carrying you to your shared bedroom with him and throwing you down onto the bed. “You’ve been being extra pissy ever since you have gotten home. I’m can’t with it anymore,”

He says crawling on top of you and giving you a stern look. “Don’t let your fucking bad day at work ruin your day with me, ok?” He says expecting an answer from you. “Yes..” You say all flustered while looking up at him, him getting closer and closer to the point where his lips are only a few seconds away from yours. You start to lean up to kiss him and he backs away with a smirk, your lips pulling into a slight frown. “So desperate for a kiss, huh, love?” He says teasingly as he caresses your face slowly. “You want a kiss?” He asks with a grin. “Yes..” You return in a needy tone. “Beg for it since you’re so desperate for it.” He says in a sadistic tone. You look at him with a needy, impatient look. “Do I really have to?” He nods. “Please, can you kiss me, please, I want it so bad, I want you so bad..” Something looks like it clicks in him. “That’s my good girl.”

He says with a hard grin before he dives down to catch your lips in a desperate kiss. Your tongues fight back and forth, drool slipping past both of your lips. He starts trailing his hands up to the hem of your shirt dragging it up and disconnecting the kiss just to get it fully over your head before going back to kissing you aggressively. A soft moan slips out into the kiss from you, him smiling against your lips. “Were you that needy for me to kiss you?” He says pulling away from you. “Bet you’re practically fucking dripping for me, hm?” He says with a smirk. “Can I?” He says with a slight smirk and a look up at you, he starts to un-zip your black business skirt after your desperate nod, the skirt being way too short for his liking.

He grins up at you and then presses two fingers up to your underwear, the pads pressed up to your clothed entrance. You hiss out softly at the contact, you sending a pleading look to him. “What? I’m touching you now, aren’t I?” He says in a teasing tone. You grimace at him, him laughing at your annoyed look. “Smartass.” You say turning your face away from his and rolling your eyes. He takes his fingers away only to move your underwear to the side, slender fingers starting to rub away at your clit causing stimulation to start at once. “Fuck..! Oh, my fucking godd…cheolll” You moan out at the sudden stimulation. “It’s gonna be a real hard time for you if you keep talking back love.” He says bringing his face up to yours, using his other hand to make sure you’re facing him, him wanting you to keep his eyes on him. His eyes piercing deeply into yours. “Does it feel good, love?”

You nod frantically starting to grip at the sheets beneath you. He then crawls down between your thighs, letting them go on both sides of his head. He then dives down onto your folds, slowly slidng his wet muscle up and down between them. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your thighs starting to enclose around his head as his lapping at your cunt gets quicker and more intense, the immense feeling making the feeling of a rope starting to tighten in your lower stomach. You feel something protruding your entrance, your mind in and out of haze every few seconds. You roll your eyes back and let your head hit the back of the pillows, two of his fingers working you open, scissoring and curling up into you. “Please more..” You croak out behind all the haze, you feeling your orgasm getting closer than ever. “Such a good girl, huh?” He says still fingering you, adding one more finger, the fingering getting a bit more faster than before. He leans up and wraps his hand around your throat and starts squeezing it hard, just not hard enough to hurt you, just to the right amount you can handle.

“My good fucking slut, hm?” He says with a hard grin looking down at your fucked out look. You let out a choked-out ‘yes’ while you try to nod as best as you can with your throat captivated by your hand. He removes his hand going back down to your needy cunt that he was fingering. “Fuck, you’re so wet, love.” He says groaning out. He attaches his mouth back to your clit, sucking and nibbling on the hood of your clit, your folds, anywhere his mouth can reach on your pussy. You grip at his hair absent-mindedly holding and pushing his face into your pussy, you feeling your climax creeping up. He laps faster wanting for you to let go, you bucking up into his face with tight thighs around his head. His fingers are rushing in and out of your entrance while his licking and sucking, you finally cumming on his face with shaky thighs and a loud moan.

You take a minute to calm down from the intense climax, him already standing up from your pussy, wiping his mouth off with his arm then taking off the rest of his clothes and yours as well. He gets to his last article of clothes, throwing it to the floor, and looking down at you, coming up to you. He leans down and kisses you, his lip working mercilessly against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him into you. He pulls away from you panting slightly before bringing his hand up to your mouth. “Spit.” You gather the saliva in your mouth and quickly spit into his hand, him smirking down at you. “What an obedient slut.” He says to you playfully with a grin before bringing the hand to his cock, wrapping the hand with spit around it and stroking it up and down his length slowly, his head being thrown back from the friction. He then lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against your entrance, you both hissing back a moan. “I can tell you’re still gonna be tight, fuck..” He pushes his tip in quite easily due to your wetness, groaning out a curse. He pushes in all the way, letting out a slutty ass moan whilst bottoming out in you.

“Fuck, Please move..” You let out desperately, him starting to move off of his own instincts. He starts at a steady pace, holding onto your waist while pullign in and pulling out of your tight entrance growling out your name slightly. He starts going faster, his hands gripping onto your sides, the sound of skin slapping starting to echo throughout the bedroom. “Please faster, go faster, please cheolie..” You whine out gripping at the sheets under you, starting to feel warmness in your stomach to form. “You feel so fucking good, love..” He says thrusting in and out of you, head thrown back with moans and groans slipping out of his mouth. “Shit,” He mumbles something before giving you your next command. “Hands and knees now babe.” He grits out, you quickly moving to your next position feeling his hands groping your ass cheeks. He slips back inside of you, thrusting hard in and out of you. “I’m going to spank you, and I want you to count every single one, Understand me?” He looks at you with a hard look. You nod softly. “Use your words, love.” He says pulling your hair back to make you look at him. “Yes..” He smirks at you lovingly. He lets go of your hair and then, lays one smack on your ass, not being too hard at first. “One..” You hiss out. He delivers the next two together while slowly starting to move inside of you. “Two..Three..!” You cry out this time, some tears starting to leak from your eyes. “Take it like the good girl you are, love. I know you can do it.” He says, rubbing where he left the last 3 lashes.

“Two more, babe. Count ‘em.” He says with a smirk. He then hits those last two on your ass cheeks specifically harder than the others. You groaning out loudly, your words stuttering out of your mouth. “F..Four, Five!..” He smiles and rubs your cheeks slowly, soothing the pain there before going even faster inside of you with a grin. “That wasn’t so hard was it, love?” He says with a smirk you nodding hesitantly. You grip at the sheets harder feeling a knot start to coil in your stomach, him moaning loudly from his climax easing close as well. “Fuck..I’m gonna come...Please let me come…” You whine out. He groans out another curse. “Go ahead, come on my cock, pretty girl..” He moans out. With that command you grip at your own hair, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to come undone, you moaning out his name with empty pleas, your volume increasing as you finish off on his cock. He groans out as you come, your pussy tightening around him making him come inside of you with a low groan. “Love, fuck!..” He groans out still moving throughout his high, leaning down and turning your head to his making you kiss him.

He pulls away after a few seconds, pulling out of you slowly then, coming down next to you, bringing you into his arms, both of you panting in unison. “You were so good for me, babe..” He says kissing your sweaty forehead with a smile, you look up at him with a tired smirk. You laugh softly stopping abruptly due to your stomach growling a bit. He looks at you with a perplexed look. “Did you eat at work?” You shake your head ‘no’ with a smile. He opens his mouth, gasping dramatically. He gets up lying you down on the pillow underneath you then dashes out of the room and comes back in with your favorite snack and comes in under the covers with you snuggling up to you, you doing the same.

He picks up the remote on the stand next to the bed and turns on your favorite show, letting it play as you snack and snuggle up to him with a smile. Your bad day far out of your mind, and all good thoughts swarmed in your mind as your naked bodies snuggle up together happily. Good riddance, feels.

#svt x reader #seventeen #scoups #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #idol x reader #scoups smut #svt smut

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

What Does It Mean?

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes! by @1ntr0v3rt3dsna1l

> content/warnings: nothing, this is just the start so it's probs boring 🤷🏻‍♀️ anw,

> a/n: i'll write more dw, i just need my badly needed vacation lol, i'll probably turn this into a mini series anw

request prompt: Y/N is an Ever (and, of course, a reader) from the modern world (where we live, baby!). Y/N had already read the books of School for Good and Evil and is well aware of everything about it in general. Lady Lesso slowly harbored a crush on Y/N, and despite being opposites, they became close friends. Lady Lesso found out that Y/N is her soulmate, but Lesso keeps denying it. Y/N knew Lady Lesso so well, so she wasn't shocked or surprised (because, after all, the books). Then, Y/N eventually gave up on trying to bridge their relationship... And left after the Rafal thing?

“Will you ever stop reading these nonsense books?”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed and slammed the book you were reading down your lap. “They are not nonsense.”

You gave your sister a glare and picked up the book you were reading. “And please, do not touch those if you do not want to read them. Go and do anything else. Maybe dance to those Tik Tak things whatever the hell those are.”

Setting the book, School for Good and Evil, back with a thump, your sister sneered at you and left without another word.

“How can such a pretty face be a menace to my peace?" you muttered as you continued reading.

-

“Good morning, Evers! Do have a pleasant day today!”

Groaning and stretching, you opened your eyes and observed your surroundings. After a minute of listening to the birds, you let your eyes widen and let out a scream.

"Oh, shut it, Reader!”

“It's too early for this, Y/N.”

Closing your mouth, you gazed at the owners of the voices that told you to shut up. Glaring at them, you huffed and went to the washroom.

“Why do I always have pissy princesses as dorm mates? Ugh.” You splashed your face with cold water and scrubbed it hard. Glancing at your un-reddened face, you groaned and huffed.

“Why is everything so perfect in these stories?!”

Deciding to let it be, you stripped down and started washing yourself. You didn't even hear your ‘roommates’ tell you that they were off to the hall to get breakfast. For half an hour, you hummed and washed yourself peacefully, without anyone bothering you about towels and tampons.

As you finished your wash, you saw a fairy waiting outside the door for you. It started to whine and pull you by the strands of your hair to get ready. “Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts!”

Swatting the fairy away from you, you rolled your eyes and picked a gown that matched your interest. Because who would even want to wear a gown that doesn't compliment their own style, right?

“Do you do this with every teacher here?” You asked the fairy that kept on pulling you towards the hall. You knew it didn't do anything, yet you felt conscious enough to say it out loud. You knew how hard these fairies worked all day. After all, you've read this book a thousand times.

-

“Lesso! Are you even listening?” Dovey gave her counterpart a glare.

Siding with her friend, Anemone egged on the argument. “Of course she's not. Look at her. She's been caressing her scalp for the last ten minutes.”

Lesso caressed her scalp one more time before hissing at Anemone. “Excuse me for feeling my soulmate's pain.”

With that word, Anemone and Dovey forgot the topic they were going to bother Lesso about. "Oh, really? It means they must have come!”

Frowning, Lesso raised an eyebrow at Dovey. “What did you say?”

Widening her eyes, Dovey glanced at Anemone and let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, haha! It's nothing, right, Emma?”

Anemone finished her meal and, after feigning ignorance, glanced at Dovey and Lesso. “Oh! Yes, yes. It's nothing, Lady Lesso.” Dovey huffed and kicked Emma’s shin before continuing her own meal.

That was close.

Oh, please, do you honestly think that Lesso would see through my lie?

Dovey and Emma started having their own conversation in their minds to try and prevent Lesso from hearing what they had planned.

Actually, I did catch on to your lie, Emma. I just didn’t want to hear your voice anymore.

Choking on their teas, Emma and Dovey glanced at each other before giving Lesso a horrified look. She can hear us?! They asked each other telepathically.

I thought we had already established this. Yes, I can both hear you.

And while Emma and Dovey had to endure the embarrassment that came with Lesso hearing their conversation, you had your own problem with the numerous fairies ‘prepping’ your hair outside the dining hall.

“Please, it already appears to be fine.” You laughed angrily, trying not to knock any of the fairies away from you. "Just stop."

Irritated, the fairies stopped smothering you and flew away. “Finally!” You let out a huff and grabbed your gown before opening the hall door.

And as usual, your late venture towards the dining hall caught the attention of, if not all, of the people already there. Feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, you cleared your throat before striding down the path towards the teachers’ table. Given that you had already read the books, you knew who Professor Dovey was and what would catch her attention. Pink. So you opted to wear a pale pink dress to ‘get on’ the dean's good side.

“Professor Dovey.” The blonde woman stood up and gave you a grin that could match a child’s smile when they see sweets.

“Oh, Y/N, you are here! Thank you for adhering to my request.” Dovey took your hands in hers and gave it a loving squeeze.

Letting out a chuckle, you glanced around and said, “It was hardly a request, Professor. My mentor didn’t even let me see your letter before firing me from my job.”

Your statement garnered you two audiences, Emma and Lesso. Emma shook her head at the situation you were put through because of her friend’s plan. Lesso, on the other hand, let out a hum before smirking in your direction.

“Not even here for an hour, and you already have yourself an Ever dressed in sheep’s clothing, Clarissa.” Lesso stood up and stole your hands from Clarissa’s before giving it a kiss. “Welcome to the School for Good and Evil, Y/N.”

Watching her counterpart leave without saying a word to her, Clarissa rolled her eyes and turned to you. “Don’t pay attention to her words, dear. I’m sure you're as pure as you seem to be.”

She pulled you to sit on the chair that Lesso had occupied moments before and snapped her fingers to get rid of the dirty dish. “Do help yourself, Y/N. You need it.”

You didn’t know what those words were meant for. Were they to reassure you or to threaten you with what you had agreed to do?

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Fifteen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: You hate Eddie Munson with a passion.

Warnings: Smut, cheating, enemies to lovers, semi-public sex.

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

You sat with your knees up on the couch, one arm lazily wrapped around them while the other cradled a beer. There was a party going on around you. Sort of. It was the normal group, and not a whole lot of people, but if you were honest you would rather be curled up at home, reading a book. Parties weren't much your speed, not since high school, and you had to get up early to work tomorrow. 

But, you wanted to satisfy him. Your boyfriend. You always wanted to satisfy him. So you bit the bullet and drank your beer while he fucked around with his friends, the radio playing loudly in the background. 

You tilted your head back to look up at the ceiling before standing up. 

"Going out for a cigarette." You told your boyfriend, Patrick, and slipped out the front door. You sat down on the steps leading up to the house and pulled your pack out, knocking it against the palm of your hand a few times and then plucking one out with your fingers. 

You lit it up and took a drag, letting the smoke flow from between your lips as you let the cool night air calm the redness in your cheeks. You closed your eyes, relaxing for a moment. You really just wanted to go home. You were tired, a little cranky, and so ready to be snuggled in your sheets. 

The sound of a car pulling up broke you from your comfortable thoughts and you looked up, taking another drag off of your cigarette before groaning. 

He was here. Of course he fucking was. Patrick had been talking about wanting weed all night. Of course he would call his hook-up. You wondered, for a moment, if you could escape before he saw you because you really didn't want to deal with him tonight on top of everything else.

But, he was already hopping out of his van, Reebok's crunching the gravel beneath them. He had that stupid black lunchbox he kept his stash in and a dumb grin on his face. 

You refrained from groaning and instead chose to look up at the stars and ignore him. You hoped he wouldn't run his stupid mouth at you. 

But, of course, you couldn't get what you wanted. You never did, did you?

"Heya, sweetheart." He greeted, perching one foot on the step next to you. 

You rolled your eyes and continued to ignore him. He loves pushing your buttons. You wouldn't let him tonight. 

"What? Cat got your tongue already? Poor baby." He cooed, and reached up to brush some of your hair back. 

You grabbed his wrist before he could get too close and shot him the death glare. He laughed in response and tugged his arm from your grasp. 

"C'mon, princess. I'm just sayin' hi."

"Fuck off, Munson." You snapped at him. "I'm not in the mood."

"Ah, but you never are, are you darling? You're always pissy with me. Starting to think you hate me or something." He chuckled. He took your cigarette from between your fingers and took a drag off of it. 

You snatched it back, burning your fingers on the ashes as it crumpled under your force. 

You hissed softly at the burn and dropped it quickly, cradling your hand against your chest. 

"Ah, shit. I didn't mean-"

"Just fuck off, Munson." You spat at him. Your fingers burned softly in your grasp.

He seemed to get the message then and finished up the steps, pausing at the door for a moment as if considering saying something, before he shook his head and stepped inside. 

You finally pulled your hand back to look at it. The burns weren't bad, just a soft tinge of red on the middle of your middle and ring fingers. You'd be fine. 

But your blood boiled from the inside. God you hated him and his stupid sense of humor and his pet names and his face and his hair and his tattoos and his dumb, huge eyes. 

Whatever. You'd get over it. And he'd be gone soon, anyways.

You sighed and got up, heading back inside. 

"-and I've got this new party drug. It's called ecstasy, starting to make it's way around clubs and shit. It makes you feel real good, man. Your body gets all tingly and shit." 

"Yeah, I think we'll just stick with weed tonight. But thanks, Munson." Patrick said, handing over a few twenties as Eddie packed his things back up. 

"Nah, thank you guys for paying my bills." He shook the twenties before shoving them in his wallet. 

God his stupid hands. His stupid rings. 

You heaved a heavy sigh and found your place back on the couch, picking your beer up again to take a long drink of it. 

"Well, shit. You're already here, do you wanna stick around and hang out?"

God, no. Please, no. Please go home. 

"No thanks. I have some other runs to make tonight, but maybe next time." Eddie waved him off and picked up his lunchbox. "See you guys next time."

There was a chorus of goodbyes as he left, and you released a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. 

You'd hated Eddie Munson since the 4th grade. It was a petty reason, at first, but since then you'd grown to hate his personality. His dumb, smug personality. 

He'd pushed you off the swing set, and never apologized for it. You had skinned knees and palms for a week - and at the time, that was the worst pain you'd ever experienced. 

Now, though, you hated him for much more adult reasons. He knew it. That's why he pushed your buttons so much. He knew exactly how to do it, too. It drove you crazy. 

"Babe, this shits really good! Come take a hit." 

Reluctantly, though, you had to admit he sold stellar fucking weed. 

Patrick fucked you lazily that night. Normally, he was a generous lover - but not the best one you'd ever had. You didn't mind, though. He was a good boyfriend. For the most part. Most of the time. 

When you woke up the next morning you thankfully didn't have a hangover as you got ready for work. You were hoping for a calm and quiet day, honestly. Nothing crazy. Just a relaxing day at work - and then you could go home and read a book and take a bath. Maybe drink some wine? Yeah, that sounded good.

Obviously, though, the world had other plans for you. 

The bell above the door jingled as you were restocking the shelves with new books. Your associate was on break, so you were alone in the store for now. It was a fairly slow day so far, and you turned to great the customer with a wide smile. 

"Welcome in! Is there any-" But you stopped short, seeing who it was. Your smile fell. 

Eddie. Freaking. Munson. 

"What do you want, Munson?" You asked, climbing down from your ladder so you didn't fall when you got too angry. 

"Can we talk?" He asked, looking a little sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

Your fingers burned in memory of last night. 

"We are talking." You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn't even know how he'd found you. 

He shook his head, "No, like in private? Alone?"

You rolled your eyes and looked towards the back room. "Look, I don't really want to talk to you. Plus my associate is on break. I can't just walk off."

"I can wait. Please?" He looked at you with those dumb brown doe eyes.

Something inside you cracked. 

"Fine." You sighed, and went back to stocking books. He browsed while you both waited for your associate to come back from break. 

What could he want? Why now? Why today? Why not last night when you had been alone? 

You didn't care. You just wanted to get it over with. 

"I'm taking my break." You told your associate, before heading to the back with Eddie. 

"Fifteen minutes, Munson." You told him. 

You leaned back against the wall as he paced back and forth in front of you, not saying anything. 

"Tick, tock." You reminded. 

"Fuck, I'm trying, it's not that easy." He huffed. 

"Just spit it out already." You dropped your hands against your sides. 

"Why do you hate me?"

Huh?

"What?" You asked, as if needing him to repeat the question. 

"Why do you hate me?" He did. Just for you. 

"I…I don't…" you didn't think you'd ever be confronted with this. You didn't think this would ever be a conversation. 

"Look, I just need to know, okay? And then I'll leave you alone. I promise." He bit his cheek. 

You stood silently for a moment, mulling over his words before sighing and rubbing your face. 

"Do you remember fourth grade?" You asked him, a little timidly. 

"Briefly." He nodded. 

"You pushed me off of the swing set. And never apologized." It sounded so fucking stupid now that it has verbally come out of your mouth. 

"Seriously?" He laughed, "Well, if that's all it is- I'm sorry. I don't even remember that." 

You swallowed. 

"I just…really grew to hate you. And the way you can get under my skin. I guess … I don't like that you can see through me." You'd never even admitted that to yourself before. 

But, you did. You threw up a wall to everyone around you and didn't let anyone past it. And somehow, Eddie fucking Munson, could see right through it. 

"Look, I never meant to…get under your skin. You just…you make me nervous." He told you. 

You snorted. "Me? Make you nervous? Why?"

He licked his lips. "You're like… incredibly sexy. All the fucking time. And I can't ever get you out of my head. It's like you're… a song that's on repeat, constantly. Everytime I see you, I just… my brain turns into mush and goes on auto pilot. Okay? I don't mean to piss you off or get under your skin, I… I've been into you since sophomore year of high school. That day you came in with that little white dress on? And you had on red lipstick. Fuck, it was just so.." he stopped himself, and swallowed. 

Wow. 

The last thing you were expecting was this. Ever. Especially today. 

Against your will, your heart fluttered lightly and your cheeks flushed. You ran your fingers through your hair a few times before clearing your throat. 

"I don't know what to say…" you told him honestly. 

But, hey. At least you weren't pissed at him. 

"Say you'll let me take you out?" 

"I have a boyfriend, Eddie." That was…the first time you'd ever said his actual name. 

"Right, Patrick." He looked down at his feet. 

You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Because you were crossing the floor to him, then, and you gently took his chin in hand so he'd look at you. 

Looking into his brown eyes, you realized that your hate all these years had been you trying to push down the fact that you liked him, too. You liked that someone saw through you. You liked that he knew how to tease you. 

You licked your lips, and kissed him. 

Shocked, he didn't kiss back at first. But soon he relaxed into the kiss and backed you up against the wall. 

You sighed, happily, into the kiss and wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him closer.  His hands rested on your hips, squeezing softly. You could feel his rings lightly digging into your sides and you moaned softly against his lips. 

He pulled from the kiss and looked down at you, amused. 

You felt heat pool between your thighs at that look. 

"How long do we have?" He asked, his voice a little breathless. 

You looked around him at the clock. "Ten minutes. But I can be a little late. I'm the manager, after all." 

He squeezed your sides with a grin and dipped down to kiss you again. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip and you responded, parting your lips for him to let him in. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and mint. Like he'd been expecting this outcome. The thought made you giggle softly and he pulled back to look at you. 

"What?" He asked with a grin as his hand slid slowly between your legs. 

"Nothing. Just kiss me, idiot."

He obliged, sliding his tongue back into your mouth as yours rubbed and brushed against his in a new dance you found together. 

His hand pressed up against your core through your jeans, rubbing softly. You moaned into his mouth, your hips moving against him. 

His fingers plucked your jeans open and pulled the zipper down, and his hand slipped into your panties to toy with your clit. You slipped a hand down from his neck to rub his cock slowly through his jeans. 

Your moans mixed softly in the quiet of the back room. You hoped nobody would be able to hear you outside. 

After a while of teasing each other, you pulled from the kiss. 

"Fuck, I want you." You gasped to him, your legs shaking slightly. 

"Turn 'round." He told you. 

You did, and he dragged your jeans and panties down to your knees. You heard his belt buckle behind you and his jeans were soon down as well. You heard the ever present sound of a condom wrapper crinkling.

You turned your head to look at him, watch him roll on a condom. 

"You really were prepared." You teased him, placing your hands on the wall before bending slightly in front of him. 

"Yeah," he laughed, grabbing his cock in one hand. His other hand covered yours on the wall, lacing your fingers together as he rubbed the top of his legnth against your sopping wet cunt. 

Slowly, he pushed in. You tensed up slightly at the intrusion. Well…he was definitely bigger than Patrick. 

You swallowed down a moan and let your head drop as he squeezed your hand. His other one grabbed your hip and his thumb rubbed against your skin softly. 

"You good?" He asked.

"Yeah," You gasped out softly and started rocking back on him. 

He chuckled lowly before pulling back and thrusting back in deeply. 

You placed a hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to escape. God you felt so full with him inside of you. So stretched. 

He found a quick pace inside of you, wanting to get it over with fast so you could get back to work. His hands were squeezing you where they lay and you had to press your forehead agaisnt the wall. 

"Fuck… you're so tight." He groaned. 

You moaned behind your hand. 

"Let me help you with that." He grinned, his hand on yours moving to your mouth. He slid two fingers past your lips and you moaned around them, your tongue sliding over them as you sucked. This was fucking hot. 

His hips worked faster inside of your pussy and you moaned louder as you felt your orgasm building up. 

"You gotta cum, baby… been thinking about this for years and it's fucking…better than I imagined.." he whispered hotly into your ear. 

You moaned around his fingers in response. 

"C'mon, baby. Cum for me. Cum on my hard cock." 

You tightened around him as he pressed into your sweet spot and cried out, high pitched, as you finally came. Your pussy throbbed and clenched around him as he continued pounding into you until his hips stuttered to a stop as he emptied himself into the rubber.

Your legs felt like jelly. 

Slowly, he pulled out of you and slid his fingers from your mouth. 

You turned around to look at him, leaning against the wall, panting. 

"So?" He asked. 

"So?" You laughed softly, breathless. 

"How about that date?" 

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can i have a gaz x medic!m reader plz(⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

where as gaz keeps moving and not staying still and being all pissy and reader is just over with his shit and kisses him to shut him up and make him stay still .. :3

(this ask is so cringe but please considee(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) )

I love this 😍! This is male reader. It's fluff! Fem alined may interact but don't fetishize my writing! Mentions of: Blood, being shot, needles/stitches.

"We need a medic stat! Gaz has been shot!" Price radios.

"On it Captain, be there shortly!" You radio back. You start to run to the coordinates you've been given. You carefully enter the building. You jog down the hall as quietly as possible to make sure you don't alert any hostiles. You look down the hall to see a room, Price peeking out. He waves you down, quickly racing to him.

"Will you be fine M/N? I need to get back out there." Price asks. You give him a nod. He pats your shoulder and leaves. You turn to see Gaz on the floor leaning against a knocked over file cabinet. You approach him, kneeling in front of him.

"Gaz." This causes Gaz to look up at you. He seems tired and sick looking.

"Good to see you're still awake. Tell me where you've been hurt." You grab your first aid kit and start taking the necessary items out.

"I was shot in my side." Gaz murmurs moving his hand to show where he was hit. It's bloody and it seems the bullet is still in his body. You lift his shirt and start poking around to get a better idea of the wound. Gaz squirms, refusing to sit still.

"Stop moving Gaz. I need to get a good look at this wound." Your tone is stern. You take the areas around the hole and stretch it, trying to see if you can make out the bullet.

"Could ya be gentle? That hurts a lot yknow." Gaz complains. You sigh and grab an alcohol wipe and some tweezers.

"Oh be quiet, I'm being very gentle. You make it difficult with your squirming and complaints. Now stay still." You grab a syringe of pain meds. I stab it into his thigh. Gaz let's out a hiss of pain shooting a glare at you, which you ignore.

"This is gonna sting." You put the alcohol wipe to his wound, Gaz immediately grabs your hand to stop you, letting out a small hiss of pain when you accidentally jab him with your finger.

"Gaz! Could you stop being a baby? I'm trying to help you. My patience is wearing very thin." You move his hand away and start to clean his wound. Gaz squirms as you wipe the wound. He's making this much harder than it needs to be.

"That hurts!" Gaz whines, you roll your eyes and grab your tweezers. You turn on your light that's on your helmet and move closer to the area he got shot. You try to see where the bullet is so you can take it out. You gently poke around to see if you can feel it. This makes Gaz let out moans of pain, and complaints. He's really wearing your patience down.

"You're being to rough, do you always work like this-" You catch him off guard by grabbing his face and placing a deep kiss on his lips. Your chests pressed against each other's. Gaz is now leaning back against the file cabinet. After a few moments you pull away.

"Now hush and let me work. If I hear another complaint from you I'll knock you out." Gaz is in shock, he can only nod in response. You lean down and start to try to remove the bullet. He groans and shifts a bit, but no more complaints. You manage to remove the bullet so you proceed to the next step which is stitching him up. You prepare the thread and needle and start stitching. Gaz let's out a hiss of pain when you start but once youre half way he seems to have gotten used to the feeling.

You finish up stitching the wound. You grab a bandage and patch him up. You clean up quickly and radio in to Price saying that Gaz is good to go.

"Good, I'll be there shortly so we can head to the safe house. I'll help you get Gaz there. Be there soon." Price responds after a moment. You place a kiss on Gaz's cheek as a reward and smile.

"Good job at staying still. Hope youre like that next time I have to patch you up." You smile and pat Gaz's shoulder. Gaz nods in shock once more from your kiss. His face is a shade of pink. Maybe he'll have to visit you more at the med bay on base to see if he can get more rewards for his cooperation.

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