#i was thrown into it like a ball in the basket

[chaldeanu]

innocence lost ノ sunday

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 0.8k ノ gn reader — reader works for the family and is cleaning his office when he comes to you with a pierced wing . i like to think he did it himself ノ blood descriptions . treating injury ノ hurt and gentle comfort if you squint ノ reader is intimidated by his presence but willing to help anyway ノ not romantic . not in any relationship — i just wanted an excuse to write about sunday’s pierced wing :3

he comes to you on wobbly legs, trying his best to appear dignified when there’s blood trickling down his neck and dripping slowly on his shoulder — stains on his boyish innocence splattered with crimson, along with the prim suit now only fitting to be thrown into the laundry basket. the pierced wing behind his ear shudders, flopping down unlike the other, healthy one. he must’ve torn its sensitive nerves, the golden spikes constantly violating the delicate structure of the feathers.

sitting in tense silence in the middle of his office, you’re incapable of forming any questions to throw at him, too flabbergasted at the sight, because what will the family think of his sudden rebellious outburst? but then again, how else could he have proven himself? he wanted to stand up against the other leaders, and so he did, so they stopped considering him a baby, a little finch, still unable to live on his own away from the nest.

it was not your place to judge, though, not as a mere servant working for them. instead, you settle him down and turn on the light, washcloth at hand, and warm water ready in minutes.

treating the messy wound proceeds slowly; he winces under your touch, but his face remains expressionless with cold eyes fixated on an unreachable spot in space. dab after dab, the cotton ball cleans the shattered fluff, but the soft sensation feels like stabs against the pulsing area next to his earrings. you keep your fingers as slow and gentle as possible, holding his chin up so he can take a deep breath and finally look at you. you cannot meet his gaze, focused on caring for him, but you feel his golden irises on your heated cheeks.

“mister, d-does it still hurt?” you ask after some time, words slipping off your lips without thinking. you blurt it out involuntarily, trying to dissolve the unbearable tension between you two; it was a silly question, as if that wasn’t clear enough already.

sunday holds back a weak smile and tries to move his wing.

he flinches in pain and shoots his arm down.

“it does, unfortunately.”

you finish dabbing the last remains of blood off his neck, the tip of your tongue sticks out in concentration as you pull the cotton away. now that the wound is clean and no longer bleeding, it isn’t nearly as alarming as before. rather than frightening, it only serves to be fascinating for you. as cruel as it sounds, even if an angel-like halovian will always have moments of clumsiness, it doesn’t happen often to see him struggling. it makes it all the more precious in its rarity.

yet despite his strength and elegance, the sight of him looking like a hurt baby bird tugs on your heartstrings, perhaps because he’s cute or because there are butterflies in your stomach just by having his presence here alone in this room. sunday usually has little care for those working under the family, let alone to stay long enough to witness their existence; when he does, it is usually through passing glances during business meetings, never catching eyes with one another. and now that he came to you willingly and spoke your name as though he were truly interested, you felt blessed beyond measure.

trying to stop the fire from returning to your cheeks, you sigh, standing up with a bowl in hand. he stays quiet and unmoving, save for a twitch of the eye or an awkward scratch to his neck. the atmosphere feels uncomfortable, at least to you, but it must be even worse for him, the shame finally catching up to him.

“don’t tell anyone about this. i will… deal with the consequences on my own. later…” he trails off, breaking the silence at last. “this will surely bring some drama to my next meeting. but i do not wish for you to get involved by an accident.”

his voice becomes bitter, almost whining; the sound muffled as he presses his chin down into his collarbone. as though the pierced wing is heavy like stone on his shoulders, a burden too hard to lift right away. sunday speaks as if the entire weight is on him alone, the pressure piling up without end. you doubt if someone can really help him, much less a servant.

the thought saddens you.

“it will be alright.” you bite your lip and take the bowl and bloody cotton balls away without another word. unsure of what to say next, slightly embarrassed about getting so friendly with the young leader, it’s best to leave. he didn’t come to you for empty platitudes, anyway; he would have called a professional, someone with experience.

perhaps he trusted you not to say a word, to keep it between you two, forever sealed.

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . author’s note ノ if anyone’s curious, i couldn’t come up with any title, so i used a phrase from “gods & monsters” by lana del rey. also, i wanted to make it more… symbolic, but turned out casual just to include a story from the past. i really like to think that, aside from hidden references, him piercing his wing was a rebellious act when he started to get lost in all the scheming etc. etc.

#writing ノ #honkai star rail x reader #star rail x reader #sunday x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x you #star rail x you #sunday x you #hsr x you

[getouuu]

Realizing jjk fandom has been the least traumatic for me I mean aside from seeing megumi and his dad ya know kinda fanart (most times I thought it was their mom I’m going to to rip myself opeeen oh my goddd) or somehow some ppl made stsg weird like bad weird which turned me off from them for a bit. Overall it’s been fun seeing ppl getting mad at bait tweets or ppl making the funniest tweets on why they hate a jjk character so much

#that person was like y’all still on junpei?? he in hell being thrown around like a basket ball #like the tears and gasps I let out that day.. #2020 jjk Twitter was so fun

[anothermansjeans]

you know how to ball, i know aristotle

s.r x f!reader

summary: spencer's love feels so high school

warnings: none!

wc: 689 (she's short!)

a/n: inspired by so high school!! i have 50 different fics planned after listening to ttpd.......be prepared

It felt childish in a way. The way Spencer feels his cheeks flush and a chill run down his body whenever she’s near him. The constant butterflies. The shyness he feels when she's around. The high he gets from being near her. It feels like he’s a teenager in love.

Right now, the feeling remains as he watches Y/N and the rest of the team that fills the bullpen play a makeshift game of basketball with a trash bin and crumpled up paper. Whenever she makes a basket, she snaps her head over to him to see if he was looking– of course he was– and his chest fills with pride. Once her turn was over though, his head went right back down to his current read, something about Greek philosophers.

“Pretty Boy!”

His head immediately went back up at the sound of Morgan calling out to him. “Hmm?”

“We need reinforcements. Your girl is kicking our asses over here.”

A red wave flooded his neck, making its way up to his face, and he moved his chair back the tiniest bit, giving a small nod as he tried to hide his shy smile. He felt the way one would if they were asked to play kiss, marry, kill with their crush’s name thrown in there. Honestly, he’d be content if she did all three to him.

From there on, the game went terribly. While Y/N was making shot after shot, Emily was barely making it around the rim, Derek made it every other time, and Spencer was so far off it was pointless in asking him to join (but he knew the ball wasn't weighted properly, and he’d die on that hill). It didn't take long for those who were losing to become uninterested in the game, so everything eventually went back to business.

That was until Spencer felt a pair of hands gently knead into his shoulders.

Normally, he would tense up immediately. He wouldn't want to be touched– he’d be questioning why someone was touching him. But he knew it was Y/N. He’s become accustomed to her delicate touch; the smell of her lotion; the light reflecting off of the promise ring he bought her for their last anniversary. She would massage his shoulders until he was completely relaxed against her, allowing her to lean forward more and wrap her arms around his neck, placing her chin on his shoulder.

“I had a lot of fun earlier. You did well.”

He let out a giddy laugh as he craned his neck in order to look at her. The same giddy feeling a teenager gets when playing spin the bottle and truth or dare spread through his body whenever he’s this close to her, it truly never fails.

“I’m glad. I absolutely embarrassed myself with my lack of skill, but I’m glad at least someone enjoyed it.”

“Hey,” she shifted slightly so that she was directly looking at him all while keeping her chin perched on him. “You didn't embarrass yourself. We all have things we’re good at. Like, look at this.” She lazily gestured to the books scattered across his desk, “I couldn't even begin to describe what you're reading. You’re brilliant, Spence.”

“It’s called The Philosophy of Aristotle. It’s a selection of Aristotle’s works and–” he stopped himself, watching the way Y/N was completely mesmerized by what he had to say.

“Keep going. I've done my reports and I’m sure you've finished yours. We have plenty of time.” She kissed his cheek as a way to get him to start speaking again, and he felt on top of the world.

It was childish, really. The constant buzz he felt when speaking to her. The crinkles he can feel by his eyes from smiling so hard. The childlike wonder at how someone could be so perfect for him. No one’s ever had him like her. He felt as though this is what he would've felt if he had a normal childhood, one where he had a high school sweetheart. And despite it feeling so high school, he loves it. He loves her.

#idk how i feel about this but i tried!! #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction

[star-girl69]

Let The Light In

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: sick clarisse is a heartless monster

this ask

a/n: i do like fluff too! i promise!

Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey

side note: i liked this song before you tik tok bitches liked this song. first day the album came out i said “oh so let the light in is literally my song” y’all can back off mkay…..

warnings: MOTHER Y/N FR!!!!!!!!, ares kids are big babies, don’t tell anyone they’ll kill you, no plot, clarisse is sick and needy and cuddly and basically a baby, bitch gets austin mcbroom post-catherine sick it’s embarrassing, i still love her, tell me if i missed anything!!

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As soon as you walk into the Ares cabin, you can smell it. It’s not like anyone’s thrown up- you hope, at least- but the entire Ares cabin reeks of snot and wet coughs. You didn’t even know that had a distinct smell. The entire cabin just reeks of a bad, bad, summer cold.

It started off slow. And to their credit, the Ares kids did stay strong for a while. While the rest of the camp was falling into a apocalyptic-esque nightmare, no one in the cabin got sick. Until someone must have.

You remember snorting when Clarisse announced to all of her siblings that whoever got sick would be sleeping outside.

Obviously, that person tried to hide it, and the entire Ares cabin woke up sniffling yesterday. Clarisse vowed to find the rat, but her and the rest of the cabin ended up going to bed early after being asleep on their feet all day.

As the head counselor’s girlfriend, you felt a motherly responsibility to take care of the dying soldiers.

Which is what they were acting like.

“Good morning,” you say softly, quickly shutting the door. The cabin is a mess, even after one night. There’s tissues on the floor, blankets strewn about, everyone’s moaning and groaning. The curtains are all drawn firmly shut, so it’s seems more like 10pm when it’s actually only 10am.

All of the siblings have gathered on the first floor, sometimes two to a bed, couches filled up with sleeping kids.

Everyone mumbles back very pointed “mornings” while you sigh and open up your bag filled with wash cloths.

“Okay,” you say. You already got the sickness a few days ago, and while you’re still sniffling, you’re much better. “I’m here to help!” you announce. Then, you frown. “Where’s Clarisse?”

Matty, on the floor, leaning against the couch, points to a blanketed figure in the corner.

“Asleep,” he yawns. “Which I’m about to be.”

You smile but ultimately walk past her, letting her have a few more moments of what seems to be a fitful sleep- she’s frowning in her sleep, which is absolutely adorable.

You head towards the bathroom, cringing at the overfilling basket of tissues, before you set out your bag on the closed toilet and take out a few wash cloths. You wet them with cold water and hang them over your arms, walking around and putting one on each person’s warm head.

A few actually compare you to a goddess in that moment, and you just hide your giggles and say you’re welcome.

When you finally reach Danny, curled up in a ball on the end of the couch, he looks up at you with big puppy dog eyes.

You’ve quickly realized that all of the Ares kids turn into literal toddlers when they’re sick. But Danny, actually only eleven, seems like a literal baby in this moment. He’s a skinny kid, so when you pick him up he feels like nothing.

“I miss my mom,” he groans into your neck.

“I know,” you say, patting his back.

You complete your rounds of washcloths against hot heads, finally turning around with Danny in your arms. You go back into the bathroom and focus on him for a second, the youngest member of the cabin, touching his forehead.

“You’re not too hot,” you say, encouragingly. You run the tap, wetting the plain white cloth. “But we’ll stick this on anyways.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he says, head back in your neck. “You’re the best,” he yawns.

When you turn around, Clarisse is crossing her arms in the doorway.

She’s trying her best to look angry, but she’s just pouting.

“Hi, baby,” you smile.

She glares at Danny’s back before reaching forward to grab him from your arms.

“She’s my girlfriend, you little snake,” she huffs, clawing at him.

“Hey!” you shout, pulling back as Danny desperately wraps his legs around your waist, gripping onto your neck for dear life. “He’s eleven, Clarisse.”

“And?” she scoffs. “I’m really sick, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, wetting another washcloth.

“Here you go, you big baby,” you slap it over her forehead and she pouts again, raising her hand to hold it there. “Puppy dog,” you giggle, urging her back to the couch.

“I am not a puppy dog. I’m a pitbull, if anything.”

She sits back in her corner, pushing the blanket aside and opening her arms wide.

“C’mere,” she says, eyes closed, expectant look on her face. “Ditch the snake.”

“Nope,” you smile, flopping down onto the couch, making Danny laugh at the way the two of you bounce.

Danny and Clarisse both settle into your sides, glaring at each other. Danny’s head pressed against your chest, Clarisse’s in her neck. She wraps her arm around your waist and he wraps his around your stomach.

“Gods, Ares kids are so possessive,” you mutter.

“Exactly,” Clarisse replies. She tries to push him away. “Scram,” she says, but it ends in a yawn.

“If Y/N tells me to go then I will,” Danny replies. “I’m only eleven, Clarisse. I need a mom when I’m sick.”

You watch him try to look serious, but he eventually breaks out into a smile.

“Snake,” Clarisse whispers. “Gonna kill you when we’re not sick.”

“No you’re not,” you say, leaning your head against hers. “I’ll walk out right now and take Danny with me.”

She holds you tighter.

“You can’t abandon me in my time of need,” she huffs, and you resist the urge to laugh at the genuine fear in her voice. “I just need you really bad, I was thinking about you all night, angel.”

“Then be on your best behavior,” you smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” she mutters, burrowing her face into your neck. She tugs you closer to her. “You’re so soft. I love you.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you smile, kissing her head.

She shakes her head and pouts. “No.”

“Puppy dog,” you say again, but she chooses to ignore you, placated by the feeling of your lips quickly pressing against hers.

“Pretty girlfriend,” she mumbles, eyes falling shut. “Pretty, pretty, really soft girlfriend.”

Matty scoots over to put his head in your lap.

Now permanently caged in, you give up any hopes of escaping when they all fell back asleep, resigning yourself to a day of boredom, being used as a literal pillow for the sick “toddlers” of the Ares cabin.

“Thanks for bringing the light in, Y/N,” Matty mumbles against the top of your thigh. “You, I mean. You’re the light. Was that clear?”

“Matty, go to sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbles.

“But thank you,” you smile.

You look around the dark, dreary, dirty room.

“Big babies,” you mumble to yourself.

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shoutout to danny from music to watch girls too making a second appearance ily

matty is prob my fav original side character for the ares cabin i love him sm so shoutout to him too!!!

and ofc shoutout to clarisse “she’s my girlfriend” la rue

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

[satorisoup]

haiiiiii, could I request atsumu teaching his s/o how to play volleyball

#ATSUMU TEACHING HIS GF VOLLEYBALL

#A/N : ughhhh i love atsumu bro. this is so cute ARGHRGRG. ts is short im sorry.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (babe).

atsumu thinks he just won the lottery. a pretty, lovely girlfriend who he loves so dearly, AND who’s interested in having him teach her volleyball? yeah, he won.

here you both stand in inarizaki’s volleyball gym, a volleyball basket to your side and one in atsumu’s hand.

“okay babe, watch. put yer hands like this.”

he gestures his arms close to his chest, with his palms opened.

“like this?”

“like that. okay now im gonna serve the ball to ya. just catch it in your hands, and pump your arms out. easy peasy.”

he throws the ball to you, and you try doing exactly what he says. but, they say “practice makes perfect”for a reason.

the ball was practically thrown across the gym, ricocheting off the wall and back to the floor.

“tsumu… i don’t think your definition of ‘easy peasy’ is accurate…”

“well… ls’try again, yeah?”

and you did.

again.

and again.

and again.

until finally, you did it. not perfect, obviously, but definitely better.

“see! god, i knew you could do it. a hot girlfriend who plays volleyball with me, i js’know ‘samu’s jealous.”

you stride over to atsumu to lay a kiss on his cheek, quietly laughing.

“oh ‘tsumu, ever the romantic.”

#anime #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #satorisoup #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #msby atsumu #atsumu fic #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #hq atsumu #miya atsumu #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu miya atsumu

[beachbxtchforev]

I’m Wearing UNC Blue for Him

after you support Rafe at his big game, he shows his appreciation for you on the way home.

pairing: basketballplayer!Rafe x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: 18+, fingering, slow burn, some curse words, use of “baby”

1:37 left on the clock. the Heels lead the Huskies 78-72. Connecticut possession.

this was one of Rafe’s biggest games of the season. going against last year’s NCAA conference champs, UNC needs to pull off this win to secure a top bracket position. the roar of Chapel Hill was mind numbing, your ears were ringing from the chanting that surrounded you. today, you opted to sit with the Cameron’s instead of cheering from the student section because they often secured seats closer to the court. you wanted to be able to see Rafe up close, maybe even give him a glimpse of you showing your support for extra motivation.

the ball is thrown in from the sideline, making its way up the court towards UConn’s basket. their player goes for a layup and makes it. 78-74. 1:24. Kelce checks the ball to Rafe, with the two of them making their way back towards their hoop. UConn’s impressive defense forces the ball to be passed until Rafe can make his way into the paint. he once again gets the ball and is quickly fouled. just as you expected. you hate when the game is close in the end with both teams doing whatever it takes to prevent points.

you stand for Rafe’s free-throws, thumb nail up to your mouth out of habit, feeling the stress of 20,000 fans watching his every move. he bounces the ball, shoots, and sinks it. thank god, now just do it again. and he does. 80-74. 1:10.

the minute left of game play really takes ten, anxiety seeping into your every move. Rafe has the ball with four seconds left, taking a shot from the 3 point line. its in! the Heels win!

you fly out of your seat, hands reaching the air, quickly turning to Sarah at your side to embrace out of relief. Ward high fives you as Rose’s smile beams.

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Rafe always takes a while to join the group after a game, especially one as big as tonight’s. when he comes out of the locker room you are so excited to see him that you run to jump into his arms. “you did it baby! im so proud of you,” you exclaim as you wrap your legs around his torso. he chuckles at your enthusiasm, pecking the side of your head.

once he lets you go, he shares moments with each of his family members and you walk hand in hand out of the facility.

a winning game day is always your favorite because it ensures a good mood from your boyfriend for the rest of the night.

“I can’t believe that last shot you made, you just had to rub the win in their face babe?” you jokingly question as he opens the passenger door to his truck for you.

“what can I say, im tryin to make some noise in prep for the tourney, baby. plus I really want to start getting NBA scouts’ attention.”

you watch as he rounds the front of the truck to get in.“well you got my attention, that’s for sure.” you smile at him, leaning over the center console to give him a peck on the mouth.

putting the car in drive, you guys head back towards his apartment. Drake plays through his speakers as you look out the window at your beautiful campus lit up by the moon. you’re pulled out of your trance by Rafe’s hand reaching out for your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. just like you predicted, he’s in a good mood from his win, so you might as well let him bask in it.

you’re wearing just a UNC vintage pullover that you stole from Rafe and some jean shorts, which you feel his hand working towards. biting your lip and sneaking a glance at him, you decide to unbutton the denim and slide it down your legs, revealing your lacey thong to the darkness of the truck. Rafe’s hand moves higher, grazing over the fabric of your shorts to meet the now bare skin of your hip, while his left hand controls the wheel. you let out a gasp when his fingers dip into the top of your panties, grazing your slit.

his actions are followed by a whimper from your mouth, already feeling yourself getting soaked. however, you have been turned on since you saw him in his Heel blue jersey on the court. his fingers apply pressure, finding your clit and moving in circles. your legs spread, giving him better access as he multitasks his way into giving you and orgasm. what can’t this man do?

“Rafey, inside me. please” you beg, wanting to feel his fingers.

“ya baby? want to get fucked by my fingers? huh?” he teases as he continues to maneuver the truck through the emptying streets.

“y-yes! yes, pl-“ your words are cut off my your own moan as Rafe’s middle and ring finger thrust into your entrance. he too groans at the feeling of your gummy walls around his fingers, blood rushing to his cock.

his fingers move in and out, working you open. he adjusts his hand so the heel of his palm can apply pressure to your clit while his fingers work your hole, warmth invading them. he adds a curling motion to his thrusts, finding the spot that almost always has you cumming.

“shit y/n. squeezing my fingers baby? you gonna cum?”

“please Rafe! im so close,” you moan out. band in your stomach ready to snap.

as soon as he turns the truck into the parking garage, fingers moving rapidly, you release, wetness coating his hand, your heavy breaths filling the cab. after a couple more pumps, he removes his fingers from you and slides them between his lips, collecting your juices. you turn your head to face him, hair slightly disheveled and sticking to your forehead.

“you taste so good baby,” he says, as he takes his fingers out of his mouth and tucks a misplaced piece of hair behind your ear.

leaning over to give you a needy kiss, he grasps your wrist, pulling your hand to feel his hardened cock.

“now how about we go upstairs and you give me a three celebratory rounds for that 3 pointer that impressed you so much?

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let me know what you think ✨

#drew starkey #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe obx #rafe outerbanks #rafe smut #outer banks #rafe cameron edits #rafe fanfiction #rafe fic #basketball #drew starkey smut

[carolmunson]

okay, since some of you asked for it:

unpopular opinion but i don’t actually think eddie was a nice soft boy at all. dustin and mike are literally afraid to ask him to move hellfire. ‘he’s always revved up,’ implying that he’s always like this, always a little close to snapping. he’s not nice to them when he asks them to find a replacement. he also guilt trips them about 'taking them in like lost sheep' and shoves them off to find a replacement instead of keeping lucas included. which is why i don't understand the 'fierce protector of his friends' take because he's so quick to drop lucas just because he's 'moved to the dark side.' aka, throwing balls into laundry baskets.

which leads me to when he gets up on the table, people are not trying to fuck around with him. this is a common occurance, people are not surprised to see him up there and yelling. they aren't surprised that he's making a spectacle of himself. if eddie was soft and sweet, he would’ve gotten beat up. if eddie was soft and gentle, he'd probably be scared of jason. guys like jason in the 80s loved being macho and punching out losers — eddie just gave him the devil horns and called it a day. eddie’s absolutely gotten in fist fights before and won (his dad is a literal criminal!) otherwise someone would've thrown something or told him to shut the fuck up. people are scared of him, even his own friends! there’s more reasons than just playing DND and metal that make town certain that he’s a cult leader. you don't just assume someone is a murderer if they haven't shown any interest in violence before, especially considering his dad was likely a shitty dude. he even bullies erica when she first shows up to hellfire and only respects her when she bullies him back and bests him. he is someone you have to EARN respect from. he will never respect anyone outright or be understanding outright. he doesn't fully respect dustin or mike to start either, he views them as underlings.

even chrissy assumes he's going to be mean and scary, there's gotta be reason behind that. he's not nice or kind in school, which is likely a defense mechanism. he’s sweet with chrissy because he likes her, he has a crush on her. it’s very clear that he has since he was a kid, otherwise why would he bring up them hanging out in middle school? why would he even remember that if he hasn’t been pining for her this whole time? he admits too, albiet flirtily, that he thought SHE'D be mean and scary too, because he doesn't like people 'like that', people he assumes are 'on the dark side'. i’m sure he hoped they’d kiss a little when she went to his trailer. he's even a little sarcastic when she's there, again, defensive. 'the maid took the week off'. but ultimately, he's nice to her because he wants to kiss her and has a crush on her. i don't think it's because he's fully 'showing her who he really is'.

also he's a literal drug dealer????? like?????

he only becomes more gentle and open with dustin and co. when he gets pulled into the upside down/vecna stuff because he needs support. they grow a bond over shared trauma. and i do believe eddie had a big brother type relationship with dustin, but just like steve he loves him begrudgingly 'i love you, you little shit bag' kind of shit. i do believe he liked and cared for his friends but i also think he always had a big layer of mean kid armor on because he had a hard life growing up. how i percieved the character is 'mean bully whose secretly nice but is mean and boisterous and loud as a cover' trope. when he explains that his father taught him to hotwire, he seems bitter about it. of course he is, all the other kids were learning to play ball. but he obviously still retains this information and a whole bunch of other crime tricks from his dad. he's BEEN partaking in this shit. he KNOWS he's a shitty guy. you don't just get taught how to hotwire once and then suddenly know how to do it years later. he's done it before! multiple times! he has practice! he likely knows about warzone cause his daddy absoLUTELY had a gun or two. his dad probably took him there once. he was pulled left and right into bad shit growing up and that will HARDEN YOU. wayne says that murder 'ain't in his nature' and i'm sure it's not. i'm sure he's different with wayne, but idk, to me, it doesn't erase the fact that outwardly, i don't think eddie was nearly as sweet and gentle as people think he is canonically. i think he's a very hardened and tortured person and that even becomes clear with his reaction to chrissy's death and how he goes about things going forward. he was a weird kid with weird interests in a cookie cutter conservative town, had a criminal father, and an unconventional family situation in the 70s and 80s, that shit'll fuck you up and over -- look at boomers y'all! they are emotionally stunted! but, i could go on forever with this character analysis. so i'll stop here. but -- in the words of the real housewives reunion meme: that's MY OPINION!

[octuscle]

I’d like to know if you could help me! I want to be a professional open bodybuilder (just like Nick Walker, Derek Lunsford), but, at the same rate my muscles grow, so do my male musk (specifically sweat musk from my armpits and cock) - no shower, deodorant or anything else will clean/cover my strong smell - until the point people around me get dizzy with my musk, start to complain and ask me to leave the places. With more muscles and less body fat, more sweating and musk until it reaches a strong level that people start to avoid me from fear of my muscles and my intense gym musk! Could you help me with that? Thanks a lot!

It's always the same people who are unhappy. You're rich, you've inherited, you don't have to work. You look dazzling, you know the right people, you're always invited to the best parties. And you don't feel like it anymore? You want to change that? Do I have a free hand? Then I'll get started!

You're sitting with a few friends in your favorite bar and tell them about your plan. More out of politeness than anything else, everyone says it sounds very exciting. You loosen your tie knot and undo the top button of your shirt. Phew, that's how you get your breath back. But you still need some fresh air, it's too crowded and stuffy in here. And somehow you don't feel like going back to the sissies. You feel more like going home, maybe doing a few more press-ups and then going to bed. After a few steps, you take a deep breath. And the top button of your shirt is blown off your chest like a projectile. The seams of your suit trousers are dangerously taut.

In the stairwell of the magnificent old building next to the city park where you live, the first seams crack. Thank God you don't meet anyone. By the time you get back to your apartment, your slim-fit tailored suit is in tatters. Somehow you're not even surprised. You tear off what's left of your clothes and stuff everything into the garbage can. Even your underpants no longer fit properly and are thrown away. You go naked to your dressing room and do a few push-ups, then squats, then a round of sit-ups until you're drenched in sweat. You stand in front of the mirror. Yes, you've gone through a growth spurt. And you stink. Sweat and musk. Delicious. But you still take a shower. The towel smells awful after drying off. And you don't feel a bit cleaner.

When you wake up the next morning, your cleaning lady has opened all the windows and is airing out the apartment. When she hears your footsteps on the way to the bathroom, she comes around the corner and is about to ask you where this unpleasant smell is coming from. You almost collide. You are still naked, scratching your hairy balls while still half asleep. Your cleaning lady turns bright red with fright. Then she holds her nose. You smell your armpit and say with a grin, "Excuse me, Maria, I'd better go and have a shower". In the bathroom, the laundry basket smells like a football team's changing room. You jump in the shower, but it doesn't seem to do any good this morning either. Damn, you might as well go to your workout. At least everyone there smells of sweat.

Damn, that was a really good workout. You pose in front of the mirror. Your sweaty tank top on the floor. During the workout you were incredibly focused on the weights, only now do you realize how disgusted the other customers are looking at you

You check your reflection again. Holy shit, you look really good, what's wrong with them all? Probably just jealous. You pick up your tank top from the floor. Somehow it smells a bit. You hold it up to your nose. Yes, it's sweat and musk. Maybe a little intense. You love it. The smell makes your cock hard. The sweat stains on your sweatpants are joined by precum stains. You need to take a shower now. And wank.

When you check out, the receptionist looks at you in disgust. He puts some ointment under his nose and puts on a face mask. He informs you that the studio requires a minimum level of personal hygiene from its customers. Several customers have already complained. He asks you to come showered and with fresh clothes next time.

Yes, you smell bad despite the shower. You walk back home because you don't feel like complaining again on the subway. Normally a pleasant walk. But for one thing, your legs are really exhausted from training. On the other hand, you feel that you easily weigh 20 pounds more than you did yesterday. You look in the mirror of a shop window as you pass by. Fuck, yeah! You see the reflection of a serious amateur bodybuilder.

You're too exhausted to climb the stairs to your apartment. You get into the elevator. Mrs. Spencer from the floor below you shouts for you to hold the elevator and barely slips through the closing door with her daughter. She holds her nose in disgust. And her daughter, perhaps four years old, asks why the big man smells so bad. Phew, the elevator isn't big anyway. Today it feels even narrower.

That was all a few weeks ago now. You left your impressive apartment because the stuffy neighbors were getting on your nerves. The nagging was unbearable. You thought that the cheap apartment building where you were staying temporarily was really just a temporary solution. But there are a lot of guys living here who are like you: fuck the opinions of others, the main thing is that you grow up. Really big! When you walk through the front door, you take a deep breath. It must have smelled something like this in a Neanderthal cave.

Since you've been banned from your hairdresser, you cut your hair yourself. You like it, it looks even more brutal and masculine. Even in your hardcore gym, your stench stands out. But here the other musclemen envy you for it. Hehehe, and there's always someone who will even pay money to press his face into your armpit or suck your cheesy cock. Your life is great!

Pics found @antoinepaul and @maxx-magnum

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #body odor #musk

[tossawary]

Ended up thinking about "Dragon Age" again, specifically mostly DA2 and time travel fics. I think Hawke is the second-easiest DA protagonist for an author to throw backwards in time or into another dimension (the first is the Inquisitor, whose game has canonical time travel), because Hawke potentially getting abandoned in the Fade in DAI is an excuse for anything to happen.

More importantly, I think Hawke is the FUNNIEST protagonist to throw back in time for a redo, because they're not put in charge of Solving The Apocalypse for the majority of their game. The Warden and the Inquisitor are dealing with kingdoms, with the Blight and the Breach, whereas Hawke is "just" dealing with a city state and spends most of their initial time there fucking around trying to support their family. But WHAT a city. Hawke would have to go back and deal with fucking Kirkwall again in all its early, awful glory, a real powder keg waiting to blow.

The amount of time spent in Kirkwall and its incredibly violent game missions isolated to this one location across nearly a decade gives it so much character that, to me, it's perhaps the most entertaining DA location to explore as a place where ordinary people actually live (though, admittedly, many places in Thedas are fucking terrible), and Hawke's tragic relationship with that place as its hero is fascinating to think about. Hawke would have a lot to feel sad about, coming back to this strange place, with both good things and bad things undone, but I find it amusing to imagine that Hawke also actually missed this terrible place and its peculiar version of normal.

Here's a 400 word ficlet of how I imagine Hawke's reunion with Kirkwall going. I don't intend to write a full fic, it's just a scene that came to me with surprising clarity while out on a walk, despite how long it's been since I played a DA game.

KIRKWALL (AGAIN)

Garrett looked over the dark streets of Kirkwall and had to wipe a tear away from his eye. "This place is a shit hole," he said, in the same tone of awe others used for incomparable beauty. 

In front of them, a drunken sailor holding a bottle of whiskey and singing a terrible rendition of the already terrible song "What Do You Do With A Tranquil Blood Mage?" wobbled into a vegetable cart. This caused several turnips to bounce across the cobblestones. The cursing grocer picked one of them up, yelled, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE WALKING, YOU DOG-FUCKING BLIGHTER," and threw it at the drunken sailor, whose head was saved by the fact that he lurched over to throw up in an alleyway, and the vegetable smashed into the side of a house instead. 

Inside the house, there was a crash, and then the shutters of an upper window flew open, revealing a naked man holding a crossbow. He yelled, "I'LL HAVE YOUR BALLS FOR A NECKLACE, YOU POINTY-EARED COCKSUCKERS," despite the fact that no one nearby was an elf, and then fired at the street below him. His crossbow bolt lodged into a wooden message board, which was mostly covered in old, vandalized paper posters for the Blooming Rose and other like-minded establishments, and the quivering "crossbow bolt" was revealed to be a rusty fork tied to a butter knife with strong, covered in sparkly white and blue powder that glowed slightly. It matched the other mismatched cutlery already embedded in the wood there. 

The naked man with the crossbow slammed his shutters closed again. The people on the streets had ducked or raised a shield, but now easily went back to their business, apparently unsurprised and unworried. An old woman crouched down to the ground and stuffed the thrown turnip into the basket over her arm, then hastily walked away with her free loot. 

"I missed this city so much," Garrett said, and even he was a little horrified that he meant it so sincerely. There was no need for Carver to look at him like that. 

#tossawary dragon age #fic ideas #hawke #spoilers #hawke time travel au

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 17 (Threesome)

Kink: Threesome

Pairing: Incubus x Male!Reader x Succubus

Other Kinks: Praise Kink, Deepthroating, Cum Swallowing, Ass Eating

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1087 words

Kinktober Masterlist

Living with your partners came with many pros. Amaris was a spectacular good cook, and loved to make big meals for everyone to share. Martiz was very tidy, if a little overbearing about chores, but always keeps the apartment near spotless. Even if the bed could feel a little cramped with all 3 of you in it, it also meant you could snuggle in close, sleeping like kittens in a basket. All in all, getting this apartment together felt like a dream come true.

Especially right now.

“You look so cute right now.” Amaris purrs, thumb pressing down on your outstretched tongue. Even with your vision blurry, her playful smirk is clear as day. There's a brief flash of her camera as she coos some more. “This is definitely going in my favorites.”

“S-send it to me.” Martiz pants from the back, hands locked on your hips as he slowly stretches open your asshole. “I wanna see what he looks like.”

“I’ll put it in the shared album.” Amaris taps a couple times, then turns the phone around to show you. “Aren’t you adorable, babe?” She brushes her thumb across your bottom lip. You nod, choking out another moan as Martiz focuses on your prostate, balls slapping against your skin with each thrust.

Amaris smirks wide, sitting up and playing with the hem of her black panties. “How about we put that mouth to use, huh?” Amaris lays hackles, legs thrown up as she shuffles down her underwear. Martiz coos from behind.

“Yeah, eat that pussy, slut.” Martiz gives you a hard spank, no doubt leaving a palm shaped bruise on your ass.

You nod eagerly, Amaris shuffling forward to line her pussy lips with your mouth. Her calves get thrown over your shoulders and you quickly bury your face in her cunt. Thighs clenching around your ears, Amaris moans, languid and high-pitched.

“Tug on his hair, he likes that.” Martiz stutters, circling his hips so his cockhead plays with your prostate. Amaris quickly cards her fingers along your scalp, yanking you impossibly closer to her sex. With your tongue licking around her entrance, you move up to begin sucking in her clit, hands already clenched around the sheets below.

“Hmmm, good boy.” Amaris purrs, her slick juices running down your jaw. “Always know how to-” Amaris mews as you finally shove your tongue inside her hole, “-m-make me feel good.”

Your groans vibrate her pussy, making Amaris toss her head back. Precum drips down from your unattended cock, burning with a desire to be touched. Your sex demon partners must be influencing you, because even with a cock blowing your back out and tongue deep in pussy, you still need more.

“Gimme a kiss, babe.” Martiz pants, cock throbbing inside you. “Kiss me while I come in our boyfriend.”

Amaris just nods, keeping her thighs clenched around your head as she sits upward. The tight grip on your scalp keeps you in place at her sex, her breasts pressing against your forehead when she leans upward. Martiz chest presses against your back and you hear the sound of their sloppy kisses. Your two lovers pants above you, Amaris’ pussy walls gripping your tongue as Martiz hips stutter.

Their moans are suppressed by their kiss as they both cum, slick and semen exploding inside you and around your mouth as they both ride out the rest of their highs, canting their lower halves into you.

There's two pops as both of them detach, strings of cum connecting you from both ends. Amaris whispers sweet nothings in your ear as she sits back on her haunches, Martiz kissing a line down your spine. A manicured hand tilts your jaw upwards, looking at Amaris glowing eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby, we didn’t forget about you.”

Martiz makes their intentions clear first, circling his tongue around your stretched out ass, palming at your cheeks. You whimper in Amaris' grip, making her smile. She slides down to her stomach, then flips on her back and taps on your chest, indicating you to sit up on your elbows. As you do she shuffles underneath head first, eyeing your weeping cock.

Amaris wastes no time, deep throating your cock just as Martiz begins tongue fucking your hole. Your whole body shakes, lips bleeding as you bite into them. Amaris chuckles around your cock, tongue lathering the shaft as she sucks you down to your base. Knowing about her lack of a gag reflex, you begin humping down and into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat easily.

Martiz keeps a firm grip on your hips, but lets you throw them with your thrusts, just nuzzling his face deeper so he can play with your prostate.

The pleasure from all sides is the perfect kind of overwhelming, that tempting orgasm coming to a peak rather quickly. Precum gushes down your cock and paints the back of Amaris throat, which she gobbles up with fervor. It doesn’t help that the heady smell of her pussy, still sticky with her cum and your saliva, lies tantalizingly below your face. Normally this would be the perfect time to bury yourself in it again, but your mind feels so stretched you're not sure you could muster the technique.

Instead you bury your face into the fat of Amaris thigh, her soft skin perfect against yours, the taste of sweat easily on your tongue.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Both of your partners just nod, continuing their ministrations, pushing you to the edge. The knot pulls tighter and tighter, your whole lower half feeling numb, when Martiz begins fondling your balls.

It’s the straw that breaks the camel's back, orgasming exploding across your abdomen, cum filling Amaris throat. She keeps her lips wrapped tight around you as it does, not willing to waste a drop.

Both of your partners finally pull out after you're fully spent, cum promptly swallowed and your body falling into a pile on the bed.

You damn them for their unfair stamina, completely undone by one orgasm while they seem as composed as ever. They circle your body, Martiz at the front and Amaris at the back, rubbing massages into your sore muscles. Amaris kisses the back of your neck and Martiz kisses your forehead.

“You did amazing love.”

“You always do, dearest.” Amaris kisses your shoulder. “It’s like you were made for us.”

“T-thanks.” You’re able to muster a single word, sleep tempting you with every breath. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, dear.”

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #male reader insert #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #succubi #incubus

[lunamochii]

Neteyam x Omatikaya!fem reader

🎐synopsis; You were out by the river catching some fish to be cook later at night together with your cousin. When it was time to go back, due to how big the basket where the fish were put, you slip causing you to fall down, scraping your knee and your palm getting a deep cut. Neteyam heard about it and immediately went to you, worried.

🎐content; fluff, neteyam laughing at you

🎐author’s note; today, at the age of 22, I fell down on my knees💀Please, I was with my cousin and mfer had the audacity to laugh before helping me. I just had to write to comfort my self💀 enjoy!

“It’s getting dark sister! Let’s go back!”

Your cousin said and you look up to see that it’s about to get dark, you were too engrossed on fishing that you didn’t notice the time. You signaled her to wait as you gather your stuff when done you crouch down a little bit and carried the basket.

“With this much it looks like someone will be celebrating their birthday” you uttered while inspecting the basket, your cousin agreed and the both of you keeps on telling jokes while on your way home

“And then the fish they caught slip away and since they were leaning down, it’s fin slap them on their face! Isn’t it funny?!”

“Really?! I should have seen— fuck!”

You exclaimed as you slip and the basket you’re carrying were thrown at the air as you fell on your knees and since you used your hands to support yourself, you ended up getting cuts

“Sister! Pfft— a-are you okay? Hahahaha!”

You glared at your cousin as you immediately got up and tried to get the dirt off of you but you ended up letting out a groan when you felt the sting on your hand

“Argh!”

You huff and grab the basket not caring to the other fish that fell off, your cousin keeps up with you but the moment you got back, you quickly wash your knees and your hands. Ignoring your parents as you went to your own hut and curled up

Aleckx, your cousin, told your parents on what happened. They immediately went to you but you ended up telling them that you will patch yourself up

“I got this, that girl is too embarrassed to move”

Aleckx excused her self and went to find your not-so-official mate yet, Neteyam, she spotted the Sully siblings along with your potential mate. She jog towards them and when they saw her they immediately greeted her

“Neteyam! Can you go and patch Y/N? She—“

Not even letting her finish her sentence, Neteyam immediately ran to where you are. Aleckx then proceed to tell what happened, well that’s what cousins do, make fun of each other. Atleast for you and Aleckx.

“ma Y/N! Are you okay?”

Your tail immediately sway as you slightly turn and saw Neteyam standing at the entrance of your hut, you felt your tears building up and shook your head

Neteyam walk inside and sat down beside you, as he lightly tap your arm wanting you to face him. You used your other hand as it was not badly injured to get up, you sat up facing Neteyam

“Y/N?”

You didn’t say anything and just showed your palm and both of your knees. Neteyam gasp seeing your wounds, he immediately grab the things he will be needing to patch you up

You watch him as he carefully clean your wound, time to time you let out a hiss or groan from the pain

“What the hell happened?”

“We were just walking when I suddenly trip and fell and instead of helping me Aleckx have the nerve to laugh?! I will beat her ass I swear!”

You finally burst out and Neteyam lowered his head hoping that you won’t notice his lips curving into a smile

“For fucks sake! Is she even my cousin?! We grew up together and— wait… are you laughing?”

You grab his chin and lift his face up and saw him holding a smile, you let out a gasp and cross your arms and look away

“You’re both the same! Why don’t you two holed up into a ball and roll away?!”

“Oh my love, you’re so cute”

Neteyam leans in and kiss your cheeks before snatching your right hand, where the cut is and poured the ointment making you shriek

“Neteyam!”

“Shhh… so loud”

You were about to scream at him when his lips crash into yours shutting you up, you manage to pull away but he grab you by the neck and pulled you more towards him, when he let go you were already a mess. You glared at him and he just laugh at your reaction

“Now if you will hold still, I still have to treat my tsahik”

You rolled your eyes and watch him treat your wounds

“You’re not even the olo’eyktan yet”

Neteyam just hum and when his done, he pulled you down so you can lay your head on his arm. While his other arm is wrap around your waist. He inhaled your scent before deciding he will sleep with you today

“Let’s go to sleep and hope that your wound won’t sting when we wake up”

#atwow angst #atwow fluff #atwow imagines #atwow fandom #atwow neteyam #atwow x you #neteyam #jake sully #neytiri #lo’ak #neteyam x you #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully

[starsandhughes]

Will you please do something with Girl Dad!Matty T coming home from a roadie to both of you being sick?

(No pressure ofc but since your in a Matty T mood I thought I might ask?)

this is an old request that i finally got motivation to do! i named their daughter braelyn like i did in my dad!matthew insta au! *might* do a whole au of this but idk how many people would actually want that. lmk!

———

Matthew was so excited to see his girls after a five game roadie. The facetimes weren't enough and he dreadfully missed you two.

It wasn't late, but it was passed Braelyn's 8pm bedtime, so he carefully opened the front door. You were curled up into a ball on the couch next to a trashcan. He pouted as he leaned his hand over the back of the couch and placed a light hand on your forehead. He frowned when he felt how hot you were. Definitely a high fever.

He walked around the couch and crouched down in front of you. He slowly rubbed your back to wake you up.

“Hi, my love,” Matthew whispered when you slowly opened your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Nauseous,” you mumbled, closing your eyes again.

Matthew pouted and slowly kissed your forehead, “When was the last time you took your temperature?”

“I was at 100.1 before I laid down,” you replied.

“Is Bumble Bee sick?” your husband asked, using your daughter’s nickname.

“Bumble Bee was at 99.7 when she was put to bed at 8. I gave her some medicine from the doctor.”

“What do you have?”

“I have the flu, she just has a rough cold as of now. We didn’t go to the doctor until 4,” you explained. “She’s got a nasty cough and stuffy nose, but I’ve thrown up twice.”

Matthew got up and told you that he was going to check on Braelyn. He placed his hands in between the bars of the outside of her bed and softly smiled at her sleeping form. She was tightly hugging her build-a-bear that wore a panther’s jersey that had Matthew’s voice in it when she pressed the paw. He could tell that she was shivering, so he got another blanket from her basket in the corner of her room and draped it across her.

Matthew’s glancing was cut off by your shuffling footsteps. He looked over at you, wrapped up in the blanket creating a hood over your head, and lifted his arm for you to nestle up against his side.

“How’s she doing?” you asked, whispering.

“She was cold, so I gave her another blanket,” he whispered back. “You’re shivering, too, love. Why don’t you go lay down and I’ll bring up some tea?”

You nodded and slowly made your way to your bedroom. You climbed under the covers and leaned back on some pillows against the headboard. You smiled lightly when Matthew came back in with tea for the both of you.

“Want to watch a movie until you fall asleep?” he asked.

“That sounds nice,” you smiled at him. He leaned down to give a kiss. “Matty! No, you’ll get sick!”

Matthew’s face slipped into a wide grin and kissed you anyway, “Worth it.”

#matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk blurb #matthew tkachuk imagine #matty t league #dad!matthew tkachuk

[kimmberleeex]

Burnin’ Jealousy

NSFW 18+, TW: Smutty, strong language, usage of Daddy, some spanking, etc…

There was a big end of spring break party being thrown at Benny’s old place and everyone was going to be there. It was supposed to be a huge blowout, and even Eddie “the freak” Munson was going, mainly because you were dragging him to it. The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, you were ex-cheerleader turned freak, but the jocks still tried to chase after you. You always chalked it up to being a jealous thing because you never would bother with them, even at the height of your popularity.

While getting ready for the party and meticulously planning out your outfit, you couldn’t help but to wonder how Eddie would react. This outfit choice was to get a rise out of him, make him go wild for you. At least that was the plan, so when you walked out of your room and Eddie saw you coming down the stairs in fishnet stockings, heels, the shortest leather skirt he ever saw, accompanied by a studded belt you stole from him and the smallest white tank…you thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his head. You couldn’t hide the grin on your face even if you tried.

You watched as he composed his face, putting his ring clad hands together as he looked you up and down. “Absolutely not.” There was a hint of a smile, but his voice is so serious and dripping with dominance.

Feeling defiant, you cross your arms over your chest and lean against the bannister of the stairs. “And why the hell not? Don’t you like it?” Sticking out your bottom lip in a pout to really seal the deal.

Eddie sighed, feeling slightly annoyed, before he stood up and crossed the living room to you. “Of course I like it, in fact, I fucking love it. But if you wear that to the party tonight, I’ll be too busy fighting off moronic mouthbreathers to keep their filthy paws off of you, sweetheart.” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before his finger dragged down your cheek and finding place at your chin as he gripped it softly with his index finger and thumb. “But damn, if you don’t look sexy. Which, before you even think of saying anything, you always do. Was this all for little ol’ me?” That crooked grin pulls at the corners of his mouth, his chocolate brown eyes twinkling as he drank you in.

Not being able to help the smile as you looked up at him. “Baby, of course this is for you. I wanted to surprise you, look good for you. It’ll be okay, I’ll fight off the mouthbreathers with you. I’ll stay glued to your side all night. Promise.”

Eddie pressed his soft lips to your forehead, sighing against your skin. “You always look good for me, sweet girl. But I swear, if I regret letting you wear this…you’re in for one hell of a spanking.” Unable to suppress the giggle that escaped your lips, Eddie grinned down at you. He knew that you secretly hoped for that outcome.

Groaning softly, he put his leather jacket around your shoulders. It was his way of trying to cover you up, which you both knew wouldn’t last long. “We best be going, the people are expecting their fallen angel to be there.” His arm wrapping around the small of your back as he lead you out to his beat up old van.

Once at the party, it was like everyone turned to stare as you two entered the place. Eddie groaned internally as he watched people turn and whisper to each other. And it didn’t take long for the balls with laundry basket goons to flock to you. Eddie allowed them to speak to you briefly, but before long he was pulling you away to go grab a beer together. It was so easy for him to get jealous, and you loved it. Giggling as you sipped your cheap beer out of the red plastic cup, you looked at Eddie over the lip of it. It was like he was on high alert and just constantly scanning the crowd for potential threats.

“Hey, your hot girlfriend is right in front of you.” You teased him as you tugged on his shirt, demanding his attention. “If I’m to stay glued to your side all night, the least you could do is pay attention to me.” Smiling sweetly at him as you leaned against the kitchen counter. There were a few people in the room, but they were all too drunk to be paying attention.

Eddie took another chug of his beer before setting his cup on the counter behind you. There was a smug grin on his face as he placed both hands on either side of you, his body leaning into you as he got closer. “Mm, my bad, m’lady. Was simply keeping watch to make sure I didn’t have to fight anyone off of you. I will do better my love.” At this point, Eddie had already downed a couple of beers from the keg in the kitchen. Clearly, he was on edge and uncomfortable and was trying to calm himself. “Might be a little tipsy.” He giggled before leaning down to kiss you. His hands resting on your hips as his pushed into you, his tongue was slipping into your mouth and exploring every inch.

The way he was kissing you, you almost worried he was going to try and take you right there but he had at least the sense not to. He pulled away, both of you a little breathless. “Mmf, you’re so hot.” He groaned softly as he reluctantly pulled away, you watched as he had to adjust himself to be more comfortable and not as obvious. You giggled to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand.

“I have to take a piss, please don’t move sweet girl. I won’t be gone long.” Eddie placed a soft kiss to your temple and then hurried away, cursing under his breath about how the beer was going right through him. You walked over to the keg to refill your cup and go back to your post at the kitchen counter when Jason and his buddies slowly swarmed you.

“There she is! Y/N, are you ready to dump that freak yet and come back to normal society?” Jason goaded, bumping his elbow into his buddy Trevor who stepped up to you. You groaned internally, wishing Eddie would hurry up.

“Yeah, and give a real man a chance?” He put his arm on top of the refrigerator and leaned in close to you. The smell of beer and cheap whiskey on his breath, you leaned away from him, chuckling uncomfortably. “You do look sexy as hell tonight, I must say.”

“I’m good, Trevor. Eddie is more than enough of a real man for me.” Rolling your eyes and taking another sip of beer. Suddenly, Eddie steps in between the two of you, a little out of breath. Clearly he was in a hurry to get back to you, for this is what he feared would happen if he left you unattended. Eddie leaned his hand against the counter once more, completely closing Trevor off from you.

“Sorry, toots. I know you missed me. I tried to hurry, some idiot that can’t handle their alcohol was taking forever.” Eddie said it smugly, completely ignoring the crowd of jocks.

This angered Trevor as he poked Eddie hard in the shoulder. “Hey man, I was having a conversation with her.”

Eddie silently mouthed the words “I told you this was going to happen” before he turned his head to look over his shoulder and coldly responded. “I don’t care, my girlfriend is busy.”

He turned back his attention to you, shaking his head with a grin. Stifling a giggle as Trevor doubled down, grabbing Eddie’s shoulder roughly to turn him around. “I said I was talking to her, freak. Maybe you should leave her to a real man.”

Eddie clenched his jaw, shortly contemplating how he was going to react. But with the alcohol inhibiting his decision making skills, he shoved Trevor back, which caused his buddies to grab him and pull him away from you. Quickly you go to stand in front of him, putting your foot down. “Hey now, you guys need to leave us alone. Trevor I don’t want your small dick anyway. Trust me, buddy. The girls talk in the bathroom, they were never impressed.”

Grabbing Eddie’s arm, you dragged him out of there as the jocks began making fun of their buddy. Eddie was cackling drunkenly, and when the two of you got outside, the cool spring air smacked him in the face. “You know what, I forgot to punch him.” He turns on the heels of his feet and tries to re-enter the party.

Grabbing his elbow, you turn him back around. “Easy there, killer. As much as I would love to watch you clobber him, you’re outnumbered.” Eddie scoffs and waves you away.

“I could take ‘em. They all think they can have you? Pfft. I need to show ‘em who you belong to.” His rage was still boiling inside, it was evident. “I told you I was gonna have to fight ‘em off.”

He pulls you into him, his hands sliding down your sides and over the curves of your ass, gripping each cheek tightly. Groaning in sexual frustration against the column of your throat at the feeling of how plump your ass was. “Fuck, Y/N. It can’t wait.”

Eddie easily throws you over his shoulder, his hand making sure to cover your ass from showing off any goods that might be peeking out to anyone who may be watching. Precarioulsy, he threw open the back doors to his van before carefully setting you on the makeshift bed he has back there for instances such as this.

You absolutely loved when Eddie would get so jealous. You purposely dressed ways that was both hot for him, and for other guys so that they would hit on you. Not because you wanted their attention, but because you craved how wild he would be with you just to prove a point.

Eddie closed the doors to his van, the only light leaking in was from the moonlight shining through the front windows. You watched as Eddie quickly undoes his handcuff belt, pulling his already hard dick out, groaning in relief from springing out of his tight jeans. You could see his massive length barely in the dim light, it made your mouth water.

“Daddy told you what was going to happen, perhaps I should teach you a lesson, babydoll. Hm?” He stroked his long member for a moment before flipping you onto your hands and knees. He hiked your short skirt up to your hips, his hands roamed over your ass and he was pleasantly surprised to find you weren’t wearing panties. “Mmf, what a naughty little princess. That better have been for me.” His hand landed a hard blow against the plump skin, eliciting a moan from you. The sting from his rings radiating to your core, causing your arousal to begin dribbling out of your already slickened folds. Eddie’s other hand roughly slid up and down them with his calloused finger through the mesh tights. Another groan, he loved how you responded to him. It pleased him to know just how much you wanted him.

Another hard smack against your tender cheek, causing you to grip the blanket he had on the van floor and trying to stifle your moan. “Don’t ignore your Daddy when he speaks to you.”

Whimpering softly, you muster out a response. “Y-yes, Daddy. All for you..”

Without warning, Eddie quickly rips a hole in your fishnet stockings to give him access to you. A pair of them never lasted long around him. You can feel his hard tip, already leaking pre-cum, rub against your slick folds. Another hard smack to your rear, it felt like fire was dancing along your skin. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you, show everyone here who you belong to. Make sure you make those pretty noises loud enough for them to hear. Let ‘em know who your Daddy is. Okay, princess?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.” And just as the ending of the last word leaves your lips, he’s sliding his length all the way into you. The two of you moaning as his hips begin to slap against your ass as his rhythm picks up speed. His fingerprints were etching into your hips as his grip was so tight to leverage himself. Over and over, he slammed into you. Pummeling his hard cock against that spongy spot, you were feeling light headed, your brain fogged in pleasure. Your knuckles were turning white at the grip you had on the blanket on the floor. The only thing that could be heard was both of your loud moans, the wet squelching from your arousal, your skin slapping together, and the creaking of the old metal as the van rocked from Eddie’s pace.

“Who’s your Daddy, princess? Hmm? Mmf, who does this pussy belong to?” Another hard smack to your ass when you don’t respond fast enough.

The delicious pain mixing with pleasure, causes you to cry out in response. You could feel the metaphorical cord in your core tightening, threatening to snap any moment. “Y-you are, Eddie. Mmf, yes Daddy! It’s your pussy, fuck!” Eddie thrusted his hips faster, rotating slightly to hit a little deeper, your make up is running down your face. Tears stinging your eyes from how intense the pleasure was that you were feeling.

“Y-You want my cum, princess? Want me to fill you up? SAY IT.” His voice boomed, his thrusts were frenzied. Your cord was beginning to snap, you cried out in pleasure.

“Y-YES, DADDY! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Your body tenses up and shudders as you come undone, soaking Eddie and the blanket below you. Eddie groans loudly as you clench him tightly, you feel him pulse inside of you as he fills you to the brim with his seed. His thrusts slow to a stop, he leans forward, pulling you upwards by your throat so he can kiss you. His cock is still throbbing while connected to you, the both of you are so out of breath.

“That’s right, princess. Such a good girl for me. And only me, right?” He slowly pulled out of you, his dick growing soft as he stuffed it back into his jeans.

You sit up on your knees and turn to him, a sex dazed grin on your face. “Only for you, Eddie. Only for you.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #fanfiction #fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson pov #pov #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4

[riotkayla]

Finding the Truth: part three

Synopsis: You and Eddie finally talk about stuff while enjoying fries, Eddie trying to prove he’s a changed man. 

TW/Warnings: none, just fluff and domestic shit 

Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are welcome! Please do not copy my work for your own or I will hunt you down :)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

did i edit this? absolutely not! 

tagging: @luceneraium @xxhospital-for-soulsxx @marvelforlife2008 @ali-r3n @shenevertricks1831 

“Hey,” Eddie slid into the last booth in the corner of Benny’s Burger, sunglasses pushing back the face-framing curls as he shoved them onto his crown. “Thanks for meeting.” 

“S’no problem,” you forced a small smile. After dinner last night you were a ball of anxiety. You curled up on the couch, thoughts going to what you would say the next day while Eddie and Willow played. They sat on the floor for a while until eventually, the toddler had fallen asleep in his lap. He helped tote her to the car, buckling her in and placing a small kiss on her cheek. You could tell that Will already had him wrapped around her pinky finger.

The last time you were this close to Eddie alone, there had been a lot of yelling. The ring dangling from his necklace had been thrown rather harshly at his head. Now you could blame all the rage on the unknown pregnancy hormones but deep down it was more than just first-trimester issues.

“So,” Eddie pulled you from your thoughts. “Tell me about everything. I mean, Henderson told me some stuff but tell me everything I missed.”

“Well,” you decided to not meet his gaze and fixed your eyes on the water glass in front of you. “I knew I was pregnant after I came back from Chicago.” It felt weird admitting it. Knowing and never telling.

“I took like a billion at-home tests and then mom dragged me to the doctor and I was like 9 weeks along. I was in shock for a while. Didn’t really tell anyone until I started showing.” Your hands went to play with the straw, you needed something to do or else you might start crying. “I thought about calling you every day but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I left...” it came out just above a whisper. “You were about to be on top of the world and I knew as soon as I called it would all be over. You would have left the band and come back to live a life you didn’t want.” 

A baby couldn’t fix the issues. You knew that Eddie would have resented you for getting pregnant right before a huge world tour and the release of their third album. You thought that having him back in Hawkins would just end as before, yelling and you walking out again. He needed to live a life away from this town and you so he could grow. 

“We could’ve figured it out,” Eddie’s voice was soft. Had this conversation occurred three years ago his tone would have been different, harsher. Before he could say anything else a boy came over to take orders. Eddie claimed he wasn’t hungry but ordered a basket of fries for the two of you to snack on. You didn’t order anything, very aware of the sick feeling in your stomach. You waited until he left before you spoke again. 

“She came out with a head full of curls and at first her eyes were this dark blue but by the time she was three months they were your dark brown,” You were a little jealous of how much of Eddie came out of your little girl. You had hoped that when her eyes began to darken they would turn into your mom’s hazel hues, flecked with green and blue. Instead, you found yourself staring into his eyes every day. Somedays it would break your heart. Other times it would just remind you how much you loved him even if you weren’t together. 

A basket of fries was placed between the two of you, Eddie grabbing a fry and nibbling on the end. “She’s just like you. Wayne started calling her Munson Menace because of her tantrums,” 

“Munson Menace?” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m assuming she has your last name, yeah?” 

You popped a fry in your mouth, not sure how to approach the question. Finally, after a few seconds, you broke. “It’s hyphenated, mine and yours.”

“You gave her my name?” The fry he was holding fell out of his grasp, hitting the sticky table. 

“Yeah, I knew it would mean something to you and Wayne. I mean, it was almost my name at one point.” You shrugged, eyes looking at the emerald stone glinting in the harsh light of the diner. It was mocking you. 

“It could still be your name if you want,” He was looking at you, brown eyes gazing longingly. “I came back here to see you, I was gonna grovel and beg, and finding out we have a kid is just a bonus.” 

“Ed,” you felt your heart swell and you pushed back the lump growing in your throat. “We’ve been apart almost four years. We have no idea who we are anymore.”

“I know who we are,” he was reaching for your long fingers curling around the back of your hand. “Bug I’ve done a lot of thinking over the past two years-”

“Eddie stop,” you pull your hand away from him breaking the moment. “That’s not how this work-”

“Tell me what to do,” he shifted in his seat, a hand grabbing the ring hanging from his neck. “Baby I have spent the past three years tryin’ to figure out how t’get you back. I wrote a whole album for you-”

“Yeah lyin’ bitch is a great love song, Eddie.”

“That’s not- Jesus H. Christ, can you not? I was upset when I wrote that. I thought you told the whole town I cheated on you,” you watched him take a deep breath trying to calm down. “I have spent every day for the past two years on tour missing you, I used to dedicate every show to you. I went to therapy to work my shit out, to be better for you.  I’m better than when you left.” 

He was pleading, leaning against the table hands finding their way back to yours. His thumb brushed over the empty ring finger and you squeezed your eyes shut. “C’mon baby, please. lemme be the man you need.” He squeezed your hand, trying to coax your eyes back open to meet his gaze. You knew that one look would have you melting into his touch. Slowly, you met his eyes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“We can’t just pick up where we left off,” you looked down at the locked hands. “We’re different now. We have a kid, she has a routine and I have worked so hard to get her to where she’s at. 

“You can start by coming over when I get off work and spend time with us and usually Wayne will take her out on Saturdays to go run errands with him so we can spend more time getting to know each other without Willow,” you were rambling at this point. It seemed easier to get everything out on the line before it was too late. “ and whenever you go on tour again we can talk about us meeting you in cities close by or I can take time off work and go with you-”

“Babe you gotta slow down and breath between sentences,” Eddie squeezed your hand again. “I’m not going anywhere for a while. I wanna be here for both of you. I will do anything if it means I can be a part of this family.” 

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Eddie had been true to his word, he was sticking around for a very long. The moving truck showed up in Hawkins the Monday after and dropped off his boxes at the trailer, where he unpacked while waiting on you to get home. He had managed to unbox everything and settled back into his old life all before five o’clock. When you pulled up to your house with a whiny toddler Eddie was on the front porch blowing smoke rings into the air lazily. 

He met you at the car, opening the backseat with a smile. “Hey princess, have a good day?” Willow let out a squeal seeing her dad, throwing her arms up as he unbuckled her from the car seat. She latched on to him, grabbing onto the Metallica shirt to steady herself. “Hi, Bug.” 

“Hi Eds,” you shut the car door behind you, twirling the keychain around your finger as the three of you walked up the path to your house. It was small, but enough for you and Willow. Eddie had stopped momentarily to get a good look at the place. It was white with blue shutters, and you had painted the door a nice shade of yellow. You unlocked the door, turning to wave him in. 

He stumbled across the threshold dramatically. “Oh no Will, the gravity is too strong. I’m gonna fall,” he fell into the couch, pulling the toddler onto his chest. Long fingers began poking at her sides making laughter fall from her little lips. You padded down the hallways toward the kitchen to prepare dinner. Willow had specifically asked for chicken nuggets on the way home. 

You had just finished sticking the baking tray into the oven when two small hands wrapped around your leg. “Mama,” Will whispered. “awe we havin’ chicken nuggets?” 

“Yes baby,” you brushed back some of her curls, smiling. 

“Is daddy eatin’ with us?” Daddy. Your heart skipped a beat at that phrase. You had told her the day before that she could call Eddie whatever she wanted, he didn’t have to be called dad if it didn’t feel right. Willow took to it so easily so though. 

“Yes baby,” you answered again. Eddie’s curls peaked around the door frame, cheeks turning red at the sound of his new name. You smiled at him before pushing Willow towards him. “Go play while mama finishes dinner okay?” 

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After dinner you found yourself on the couch, back pressed against Eddie’s chest while the local news station played on the TV. Willow was on the floor, tongue sticking out as she colored in her Princess and Dragon coloring book. Both of you were focused on the scribbles she was making, not paying attention to the news anchor on the screen. 

“Does this count as a date?” Eddie mumbles against your ear. You could feel the smile on his lips. 

“Maybe,” you turn to him, your own smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I mean we had dinner and now a show.” Eddie hummed, happy with your answer, and placed a quick kiss on your forehead. It was normal, casual, yet the thumping in your chest said otherwise. You turned back to Willow and watched her scribble some more. “Hey kiddo, I think it’s time for a bath.” 

“Nooooo,” Willow whined, wiggling her little body away from your reach. Eddie moved off the couch and scooped up the little one in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder while she squealed. You stood up, face to face with her. “Do I gotta?” 

“Yes, you gotta,” she poked her nose with your pointer finger. “If you do good I’ll let daddy read you a bedtime story.”  

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“What’s that?” Willow reached up a small finger looping around the gold band situated on Eddie’s chain. He paused from reading his story and looked down at her. 

“It’s mommy’s ring,” he grabbed the guitar pick next to it, bumping her hand slightly.

“Why does you have it?” 

“I’m keeping her close to my heart,” Willow frowned at his answer. “I wear it so she’s always with me when I’m on the road.”

She liked that answer better, settling against his chest again. “I want a wing.”

“I’ll get ya one pretty girl, but let’s finish this story first.”

#eddie munson ff #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x female reader #dad!eddie #dad! eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie my love

[animusicnerd]

Hello, there! For the spring writing event, I would like Heliotrope, Red Tulips, & Edelweiss with Leona Kingscholar x fem! reader, please. Thank you!

Spring Feeling Event

✿ Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader

✿ Flower: ➺ hellotrope - eternal love, devotion ➺ red tulips - declaration of love ➺ edelweiss - courage, devotion

✿ Notes: With this, all the requests for the event are done! Sorry that this took so long but I hope you enjoy!

“I can’t do it!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you walked in circles, white lab coat flowing behind you while Ace knelt in front of a bed of herbs, collecting them and throwing it into a basket you held. “How the hell do I tell him? Do you think Leona even knows I exist?”

“Keep still,” Ace grumbled as he glared at you. You stopped in your tracks giving him a brief apology before sheepishly holding out the basket. He dumped the leaves inside, turning back to the herb garden. “You girls worry way too much about this, just tell him. The worst he can do is reject you.”

You rolled your eyes whacking his head. The redhead flinched, scowling at you. “Oi! What the hell was that for!?”

“Ace, rejection is the worst possible thing, and I want to avoid that!” You sighed, kneeling down besides him picking at the bushes. 

One of the last things you expected that would happen during your time at NRC was having a crush. You were focused on going home more than anything, and your search would probably be going a little faster if Crowley would actually help. Then, schoolwork somehow piled up and the overblots that kept happening weren’t helping either. The last thing you needed was figuring out how to start a relationship that would inevitably end. 

Seeing your dejected nature, Ace groaned in annoyance before turning to face you. “Okay, look, you really are overthinking it.”

You looked towards him frowning. “Am I? I don’t even know how he feels about— Hey!” You winced when Ace flicked your forehead, rubbing the sore spot in an attempt to soothe the pain. 

Ace snickered, obviously proud of himself for payback before speaking, “You are. All you need to do is walk up to him and say you like him. Does he seem like he cares for all the mushy plans you told me about?”

From a moonlit confession to anonymous love letters, Ace heard it at all and your face heated up at the mention of all your cheesy ideas.

“He’s a prince! Excuse me for trying to think of ways to impress him!” Your frustration grew with every word, a constant stream of all your fears and anxieties flowing out as you continued to talk. “The most interesting thing about me is that I’m from another world but why would Leona take a chance with someone like me? I have no magic, I have no money, I barely have a home while he’s a prince who can have almost everything he wants. And the thing is, I want to go home. I can’t just get into a relationship with him and then leave when—if—I ever go back.” You sighed, curling up into a ball on the ground, the basket of herbs forgotten as your voice broke. 

“I can’t do that to him. I love him too much to do that…”

“Prefect…” A comforting hand was placed on your head, an awkward attempt at comfort. You heard another sigh before your head was gently pushed to rest against Ace’s shoulder. You stayed curled up but felt grateful for the little comfort he was trying to give. 

Then, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

“Am I interrupting something?”

The two of you froze and turned around to see Leona looking down at the two of you. Hand placed on his hip, a blank look on his face as his eyes glanced between the two of you.

Ace’s reply was quick, if not slightly clipped. “Nothing!”

He grunted, shooting Ace one last look before turning towards you. “Come with me.”

You froze, unconsciously grabbing Ace’s hand as you looked towards him, slightly panicked. But being the great friend he is, you were quickly thrown out the window. “Sure! I’ll bring this back to class, don’t take too long. Bye!”

With that, and basket in hand, Ace was off and you were left staring at a smirking Leona.

…Shit…

✿ Spring Feelings Event Prompts ✿

#❀ spring feelings event ❀ #twisted wonderland #twst #savanaclaw #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #savanaclaw x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader

[jenoslutie]

teddy bear love | lee jeno

synopsis: leaving your boyfriend home alone and you come back to a pleasant surprise

pairing: jeno x fem reader

genre: smut

warnings: kinda sub!jeno, kinda dom!reader, stuffie humping, mentions of degradation, pantie sniffing, i cant rlly think of anything else..?

word count: 559

a/n: this was based off a conversation with @hall0ween-twn @thetypingpup and @ncteez AND the fact i was sad last night and just resorted to pillow humper!jeno as therapy

Taking Jeno to a fair and buying him a giant stuffed animal as an innocent gift which he grows to adore. He loves how it smelt like you, your scent filling his senses every time he holds it close to him like he would do to you.

You were out running errands, and Jeno knew you wouldn't be back for a while. He decided to stay back because he was feeling too lazy to tag along. Shuffling around on your shared bed, Jeno was bored out of his mind. Nothing on his phone entertained him while you were away until his eyes fell onto his favourite stuffed animal, the giant light blue bear that sat at the foot of his bed. He eyed it for a while, thoughts running through his head.

Would he get in trouble for this? Maybe

Will it feel good? Absolutely

Letting the little devil on his shoulder get the best of him, he snooped around the house, looking for the laundry basket he had seen you take out in the morning. He found it, quite obviously, in the laundry room with a perfect pair of black lace panties that belonged to you sitting right at the top of the pile. Putting them there wholly oblivious to what your lovely boyfriend would be doing while you were absent. He then returned to the bed, lifting the pair of black panties to his nose, breathing in your scent and audibly groaning.

That's until you walk in on him, no clothes in sight. Humping his favourite stuffed bear. His hips jerked erratically, grinding the base of his cock and his balls on the blue bear that laid beneath him. Trying to savour the feeling for as long as he could with his eyes closed and head was thrown back.

What he didn't expect was for you to walk in and absolutely humiliate him for being so needy and using a stuffed animal to get off when he could've waited for you instead. But your humiliation doesn't phase him. It just makes him hump the toy faster and groan louder while chasing his release and basking in the degrading words that spill out of your mouth as you tease his tip with your index finger, lightly swirling your finger over his tip as his body shuddered, spilling out more curses. His chest and forehead glistening in sweat, an incredibly sexy sight that you can look at for hours on end.

His mouth falls open but no sound comes out, letting you know he's on the brink of an orgasm. Thats when a loud chant of your name leaves his lips as he finally hits his high. Body jerking and eyes rolling back as he painted the bed and your hand in white. Mumbling all sorts of nonsense like 'so good baby' countless whimpers of 'please please please' as he rode out his high. Deciding he looks too pretty while hes in his post-orgasm glory, you wrap your lips around his pretty tip and help him clean up his mess until he yelps loudly, sensitive cock twitching in your mouth before he pushes you off.

"no more please" He whined "too sensitive"

You chuckled, caressing his sweaty face, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Why don't you be a good whore and get me off, hm?"

#nct smut #jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct dream #lee jeno smut