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angelltheninth · 9 months

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How would the TWST dorm leaders react to their girlfriend wearing a piece of clothing that turns them on? And what would it be?

The last part of this ask got me real stumped cause honestly? I have no idea what's sexy so I'm winging it.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, lingerie, grinding, desk sex, keeping clothes as a souvenir, teasing, making out, getting pinned, rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, marking, creampie

A/N: I wrote this and I still have no idea what counts as sexy clothing. I guess ties and suits for me idk.

RIDDLE + STRAPLESS BRA

He only sees it when you're behind closed doors of course but he knows you're wearing it under your uniform all day. It's so damn easy for him to push it down when you're alone and have free access to your breasts, pushing his head against them, his breath tickling your nipples as he pushes his cock in and out of you.

LEONA + MINI-SKIRT

It means that all he has to do is hike the skirt up and move your panties to the side to fuck you. One less article of clothing in his way, not to mention everyone can see the marks on your thighs left by him, how you're claimed by him in multiple places. He can also take off your panties completely, use them to clean you up and pocket them, telling you to come an collect them in his bedroom after class.

AZUL + STOCKINS

There are so many things he can do. Snap the elastic band against your skin, tear them off, push his fingers underneath the smooth material to hold your legs apart. He wasn't expecting you to wear them today, it's a nice but distracting surprise that he will be sure to take full advantage of and revel in as his cock splits your cunt open on his desk.

KALIM + OPEN SHIRT

No way are you wearing that out in the open. Although he's not usually the possessive or jealous type he won't have his girlfriends tits gawked at. He originally only planned to button you up bit it quickly turned to him pushing his leg between your thighs, his tongue silencing your gasps as his hands pinched and rolled your nipples before soothing them with kisses.

VIL + HEELS

Since he wears them too he knows just how well heels can highlight ones features. Yours are practically on full display, he likes that in private but can't take when others approach you in hopes of flirting. He pushes you into the first empty classroom there is and bends you over the desk. His pace is uncharacteristically rough but with your heels he can easily put you at the right angle for maximum pleasure.

IDIA + THIGTS

Being someone who wears mainly baggy clothes anything that's a contrast would draw his eyes. It frustrates him that it takes him a while to strip you out of them, especially when he's so fucking horny but it makes it all the more rewarding when he pushes them down your thighs along with your panties and begins to thrust into you, letting all that frustration out.

MALLEUS + FORMAL DRESS

Just a dress, just a dance, that's all it was supposed to be. Not when he sees you, how sexy you look, how many eyes you attract. Eyes that aren't his. He doesn't have the restraint to wait until you're at the dorms, he pins you in the empty hallway and leaves scratches across your bare back and cum trailing down your legs from how full your cunt is when he's done with you.

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l1tw1ck · 7 months

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Neighbors

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!male reader

🕷️Word Count: 2,321🕷️

[Part Two] | AFAB Language Used

Alternate Universe: Miguel has a daughter

im very not normal about this man

CW: Drunk Sex, Size Kink, Dom/Sub, Oral, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Daddy Kink, Bathroom Sex, Squirting, Creampie

The neighbors invited you over for a housewarming party and you decided to go. They offered free wine and an assortment of baked goods and other foods, of course you went. What you weren't expecting, was to see your crush and neighbor, Miguel. You’ve known him for a pretty long time and you assumed he wouldn't be here. You wonder what, or who, convinced him.

“Hey, Miguel. I'm surprised to see you here.” You walk over to him.

“Oh, I wasn't going to come but..” He laughs. “Gabi told me she wants me to meet someone new and give her a little sibling. She's so adamant on it but she doesn't even know how it works. The first time she asked, she didn't mention a partner but I told her I don't want any more kids if I don't have one. One little rascal is enough.” He shakes his head. “Now she's obsessed with finding me a husband.”

“What does Gabriella think of me?” You ask.

Miguel’s thankful you can't tell he’s blushing. “Well, she's really fond of you…She said she'd like the two of us to…to be together.”

“Yeah? That's good. It's nice that the daughter of the father I'm pursuing is rooting for me.”

He feels his heart beating faster. “The father you're…pursuing?”

“You heard me.”

“You- you don't have to. Pursue me. I…” He looks down at his feet then back at you. “I already want you.”

“If that's the case, why don't we go to my place and make baby number two?” You chuckle.

“Take me on a date first, player.” He laughs.

“I’d love to. Are you free tomorrow night? What do you think about going out drinking? There's a nice bar around here that serves food.”

“Well, luckily for you, Gabi’s having a sleepover tomorrow. Why don't you pick me up at 8?”

“Sure thing. Wear something sexy.”

Miguel smirks. “Only if you wear a suit.”

“Deal.”

“Gabi, you're gonna be late!” Miguel stands in her doorway, hands on his hips while he watches her frantically pack her bag. She knows her friend won't mind if she comes later than expected but Miguel’s nagging is making her feel like she's gonna get crucified for being late.

“Calm down, papá!” She zips up her backpack and slips it on her shoulders.

“Come on, mija! Let’s go!” He hurries downstairs, Gabriella following closely behind.

“Why are you in such a rush?”

“I- Because your friend will be upset!” He puts on a pair of shoes that are easy to take off.

Gabriella stops and crosses her arms. “Liar.”

Miguel sighs. “I’m…I’m going on a date tonight.”

Her eyes widen. “Really?! With who?”

“...[Name].”

“Finally! I’ve been trying to get you two together for ages!”

Miguel laughs. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, I need time to get ready.”

Gabi makes a face that resembles a certain fictional yellow sponge’s face. She looks very excited and veryy interested to find out all the details of your date. She’ll have to pester him about it tomorrow morning. Miguel will have to come up with a kid friendly retelling.

Miguel comes back home two hours before 8. The drive was only 30 minutes but he wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to get ready. He hasn't gone on a date in years, he’s so anxious.

He digs deep into his closet, pulling out a satin red dress he bought impulsively last year. He had nowhere to wear it but his friend convinced him to try it on and he loved the way he looked in it. He had to buy it, along with a matching pair of heels, just in case he got the opportunity to wear it. He internally thanks himself and his friend for their past decision as he slips it on. He admires himself in the mirror. You’re gonna love this. He searches for his unused pair of heels and puts them on. He struggles a little to walk but he’ll get used to it.

He walks over to his dresser and opens up a drawer, pulling out a makeup bag. He doesn't wear makeup much, he usually just covers up his eyebags, but he wants to look good for you today so he’ll try using the thankfully not expired makeup he has. He hopes you like it.

You wait outside Miguel’s door with a bouquet of red roses. Ah, first date jitters. You haven't felt like this in a while. Miguel opens the door. Fuck. He looks gorgeous.

“You look amazing, Miguel..” You look at him in awe.

“Thank you..” He smiles. “You clean up nice.”

“Why thank you.” You smile back and hand him the roses.

“These are beautiful.” He takes in the floral scent. “Let me put them in water.” He hurries inside and finds an empty vase. You wait patiently for him until he comes back.

“Your carriage awaits, my prince.” You wink, reaching your hand out. Miguel takes your hand and follows you to the car. “I figured getting a driver would be better, since we’ll both be drinking.” You open the car door. Miguel gets in and then you get in after him.

“I really feel like royalty now.” Miguel laughs.

“You should, because you are. Whenever I’m with you, I want you to feel like a prince. You deserve to be treated like royalty.”

Miguel looks at you, lovestruck.

“It might be too early to say this but…I love you, Miguel, and I’m always going to make sure you know that.”

“I love you too.” He’s smiling so much it hurts.

After about an hour and a half of drinking, the both of you are veryy drunk.

“Did you bring condoms?” Miguel asks, interrupting a previously wholesome conversation.

“...I didn't think you wanted to have sex already.”

He frowns. “Go buy some.”

“I- I can't.” You look at him sheepishly. “I actually tried to buy some at the stores near here and uh…they don't have my size.”

Miguel stares at you. You can almost see a loading symbol over his head. “You’re too small?”

“Oh, no, I’m too big.” You shake your head. “I’m not huge so I expected them to have my size in stock but I guess not. I had to order some online.”

He bites his lip. “Let me see.”

You smirk. “Are you just gonna look or do you want to give it a thorough examination?”

“I'm gonna suck your cock.” He says plainly and somehow also seductively.

“I’ll call an uber.”

Miguel pushes you against your front door and immediately starts kissing you. He was too impatient to wait any longer. He reaches for your crotch and starts groping you.

He pulls away from the kiss, a bit of his lipstick transferred to your lips. “I don't want you to treat me like a prince in bed. I want you to have control over me.”

“So you want to submit to me?”

He nods.

“Get on your knees.” You say as you unbuckle your belt and unzip your slacks. He immediately falls to his knees. You pull your boxers down, revealing your hard cock.

Miguel stares in awe. He opens up his mouth and tries to take all of you in his mouth.

“You’re so greedy, Miguel.” You chuckle, gripping his hair and pulling him away. He whines in dismay. “You want to suck my cock? Beg for it.”

“Ple- please! Please let me suck your cock, sir!”

“Good boy.” You let go of his hair. Miguel quickly swallows your length again, eagerly deep throating your fat cock and covering it in red lipstick stains. He definitely looks like he's enjoying himself, so much so that his underwear must be soaked in his slick. “I know you want to touch yourself, go ahead.”

Miguel quickly brings his hand underneath his dress and rubs his aching bottom growth through the lace fabric of his panties, moaning along your shaft.

“You look so beautiful like this.”

He whimpers. He loves to be praised. He looks into your eyes before speeding up, sucking you off even faster than before. He closes his eyes, getting into it. The feeling of your hot, thick shaft filling up his throat makes him so aroused. He could probably come just from sucking you off.

“Such a good slut for me…you really love my cock, don't you?”

If Miguel could purr, he would. You wrap your fingers in his hair and gently pull him away. He almost lets out a whine. “Can I fuck your face?”

“Oh God, please.” He nods.

You pull him forward, filling his mouth up with your cock, and start fucking his throat. He rolls his eyes back, lazily rutting his dick against his own hand. His eyes start to well up with tears of pleasure. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel, doing so well.” You lick your lips. Miguel moans, tears rolling down his cheeks. They mix with his eyeliner, causing black streaks to stain his face. He has no idea how sexy he looks right now.

“‘M gonna come–” You groan. “And you're gonna swallow it all, aren't you, baby?”

Miguel would nod if he could.

“Good.” You bring him all the way to the base of your cock and pump his mouth full of your load. He’s quick to swallow, happy to consume it all. You pull away and admire his wrecked face. “You’re so pretty..” You sigh lovingly. “Do you want to stay over?” You ask, pulling up your pants.

“Yeah…Just have to wake up early to pick up Gabi at 8.”

“No problem. You want a ride?” You ask. He nods softly. You help him onto his feet and take him to your bathroom.

“Let’s get cleaned up, hm?” You hold onto the straps of his dress, waiting for his permission to strip him.

“You’re not gonna fuck me?” He asks, frowning.

You chuckle at his drunken self. “Remember what I said? I'm sorry, baby, we can't.”

He pouts. “You said you wanted to give me a baby didn't you? Just breed me, already..”

“Oh sweetheart…” You take a piece of paper and get it wet then wipe off his makeup. “Let’s get married first, okay?”

He growls. He looks adorable. You pick him up and sit him down on the sink. You push his dress up. His lingerie is soaked. “At the very least, I’ll make you come, baby.” You pull his panties off.

“Nn- no…” He pulls on your tie. “Fuck me. And then- and then we'll elope-”

You laugh. “Didn't you say that I’m the one who's in charge? You're not being a very good boy..” You tsk.

“Please, Daddy.”

You sigh, swayed by his cuteness. “You win.” You slip two fingers inside him one by one. “You didn't make it a fair fight.” You slowly fuck him with your digits.

“Mm..” He bites his lip, enjoying the way your thick fingers feel inside of him. But he’d enjoy your cock way more. “Put it in, please~”

“Say it properly.”

“Please put your cock inside my pussy, Daddy.” He smiles cutely.

“Good boy.” You pull your fingers out and free your already hard cock. You slowly ease your length inside him, eyes trained on his face as you stretch out his cunt.

Miguel hisses in pain. You're big and it doesn't help that he hasn't had sex in over a decade. “Don't stop-” He moans. “‘S good- good pain-”

You lean into his neck and press soft kisses against it. You have to mentally restrain yourself from biting and marking him. “You’re doing good, baby, taking me so well.” You pull down the strap of his dress, freeing his breast and allowing you to grope it. He whimpers, rolling his head back as you reach deep inside of him. His eyes widen, a gasp leaving his lips as your cock brushes against his g-spot and sends a wave of pleasure up his body. He bites his lip as your cock moves in further and continues pleasing that area. “I’m all the way in, honey.” You go in to kiss him. He wraps his arms around your neck and joins in your passion, tongue dancing with yours.

He pulls away and looks at you with half lidded seductive eyes. “Fuck me.” He pauses. “Please.” He remembers his manners.

“That’s right, baby. You ask, not demand.” You smirk. You hold his waist and fuck him at a gentle pace. “God, you feel so good, baby…Fuck..”

For the first time tonight, despite the fact that it should've occurred earlier, Miguel feels embarrassed. But in a good way. He loves how pleased you look with his pussy.

“Does it hurt?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “‘S good, so good, Daddy.” He moans. You're so big that even with the slow pace you're fucking him at it feels amazing.

“Can I go faster?”

“Yes- please~”

You pick up the pace. “You’re gorgeous, Miguel.” You kiss his cheek. “So fucking gorgeous.”

He moans even louder. “Thank you- thank you, Daddy-” He gasps. “Gonna- gonna come– can I come?”

You groan in pleasure. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel, of course you can.” You stroke his t-dick, instantly dragging out his orgasm. He squirts on your cock, shaking heavily. You slow down before stopping. You’d definitely come if you kept going. Miguel moves his hips and before you can process what he's doing, you come. “Miguel..” You look at him.

He turns away from you. “‘M sorry..”

“We’re both drunk so I’ll forgive you just this once. Plus I’m more worried about you…I should buy you the morning after pill.” You pull out and pause, enamored by the way his pulsing cunt looks with your cum dripping out of it. You help him off the sink and onto his feet.

“Alright, let's clean up, hm?”

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Just the Two of Us

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "I love your writing! I was hoping I could request a NSFW female reader x Ominis and them having their first time together in the Undercroft? They weren't planning on it but it happens and Ominis is very nervous and shy. 🥺"

Word Count - 1,636

Warnings - 18 + smut, characters aged up, soft Ominis

A/N - I feel like this didn't come out so well, as someone who's not new to sex anymore I have such a hard time writing clumsy virgin sex, but let me know what you think!

You felt like you couldn't shut the door behind you fast enough as you padded across the stone floor to find Ominis, waiting for you in the Undercroft.

A lot of things had happened down here, a lot of unpleasant and life-changing conversations. Lately, you and Ominis has been trying to at least make some new positive ones to imprint over the old.

Ominis' face lit up the moment he heard your footsteps, he looked up from the table he was cleaning off and you threw yourself into his arms.

You nearly knocked him over, but he caught you and held you steady, holding you still to meet you with a kiss.

"Someone's excited to see me."

"Of course," you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, "I'm excited for the break we have. Everyone is nearly gone home and you and I are here with all the time and space in the world."

He loved to hear you happy. And he did love that he would have so much free time to devote to you. He was free from worrying about Sebastian and just how hard he had made things.

"I am too, although that does mean we don't have to be down here in this dungeon," he laughed and gestured around.

"Well, I happen to like this place, it's private and just for us." You held his face in your hands softly rubbing at his cheeks before kissing him deeply.

He sighed against your mouth and ran his tongue along your bottom lip to taste you. You felt your body heat up at the contact, reaching behind his head to pull him closer.

Ominis loved the feeling of your hands through his hair, he wanted to know if you would pull harder were he between your thighs instead. At the same time he felt nervous at you seeing him disheveled, it's one of the reasons he had avoided going much further with you. It's not like he could tell how he looked so it made him twice as self-conscious to be so unware.

When he pulled away you pretended to pout, lightly shoving him. "Ominis, you can't leave a girl hanging like that. I can tell you're enjoying it too." Your voice was soft as you pressed yourself against him, feeling the early stages of his erection.

He stepped back from you and gestured from his rumpled up cloak to his hair all askew, "Don't I look silly to you? I just. I feel I can't look good enough for you for anything like this." He swallowed hard, eyes darting around in embarrassment.

If only he could see the lust in your eyes and the way your lips parted for him. Seeing him flustered was really better than any perfectly polished version of him any day in your opinion.

"Ominis you're so sexy when you're just, just being you. Every imperfection makes you so much more desirable to me."

You walked back up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I'll never make you do anything you don't want. So if you still want to go slow and wait on this kind of thing, we can."

You were both flustered. Flushed cheeks and hot bodies collided as he kissed you with more passion this time, taking you off guard. It between kisses he muttered, "I want to try, just take it easy on me?"

You grinned against his mouth at his statement, pushing his robes from his shoulders, "We're both going to be bad at this Ominis, it's okay."

You slipped your hands down his shoulders and held his hands within your own as you deepened the kiss. He traced feather light caresses over your fingers and up your arms to discard your robe as well. He felt emboldened enough to the press his palm up beneath your sweater, feeling your warm skin as he crept up to your chest.

You muttered his name softly, encouraging him to explore further. You leaned into his touch as he dipped below your chemise, massaging one breast and then the other. He felt your nipples stiffen under his touch, encouraging him to roll them between his fingers.

You broke free from the your kiss to lift your sweater above your head, you pulled the chemise at the same time leaving your top half completely exposed. Ominis couldn't see, but he felt the fresh air in the way that goosebumps formed on your skin beneath him.

Ominis felt the tips of his ears get hot and he whispered to you how beautiful you were. You grabbed his free hand and placed both of them on your breasts as you ground yourself against his front. You saw the rise and fall in his chest pick up and his eyes widened as a reflex.

You guided his hands down lower and he hooked his thumbs into both of your bottoms, sliding to the floor with them. He looked up at you with his face you leaning against your smooth calf.

"You smell delicious," he commented as he placed kisses on your knees, working his way up. You couldn't take your eyes off of him as he braced a hand on your thigh, standing back up and sliding his hand to cup your wet pussy as he did so.

"Y-You're turn," you stuttered out, placing your hands at the hem of his shirt, stripping him of it quickly. He was pale and lean, but somewhere in the last few years he had filled out more, you loved feeling up his broad expanse of skin.

You held onto him for balance as he attempted to get his pants off, but he stumbled back into the wall. He looked at you like he was caught in a spotlight and you couldn't hold in the small bit of laughter.

"It's okay," you said as you walked up to him, spinning him so that you were the one against the wall, "It looks like I might have caught you with your pants down." He kissed you once more to save himself from his own embarrassment. You couldn't complain when you felt his cock up against your stomach.

"Ominis," you muttered, "can you, do you think you could lift me and I could..." you let your words trail off for him to insinuate what you were getting at.

He used firm hands to grip onto the sensitive curve where your thighs meet your back side and you used the wall as a brace a he lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him.

The both of you groaned at all of the sudden sensations. He could feel your heat and slick with his throbbing hard-on. He discovered how nice it was digging into the plump flesh of your ass while he held onto you and kneaded it.

You thrusted your hips against his helplessly while he decided to lick and suck on your neck. You felt limp in his arms, like you would do anything he asked if the sensations were going to be this good.

"I want to, to be inside," he said sheepishly, "do you think you're ready?" Luckily for you he felt your head nod because you were too busy for words.

He moved an arm to wrap around your waist while he used his other hand to guide the weeping head of his cock to your entrance. He got a devilish smirk on his face as he rubbed his pre-cum across your tight hole.

You moaned his name and bucked your hips so that the tip would start to slide in, both of you having a sharp intake of breath as it do so.

"F-fuck, Y/N," he took his time trying to fill you up comfortably, "I don't - ah - I don't know if it'll fit."

You grimaced from the new sensation of being stretched out, but spoke to him softly and reassured him that it was normal for the first time.

"Just, just push yourself inside, Ominis," he found himself unable to hold back as he harshly pressed his hips in to meet yours. You pulled him tight and flush to your body as you cried out.

"More, I want more, fuck me, Ominis." He didn't need to be told twice as he was feeling the most sensory overload he'd ever experienced. He nearly panicked as he wasn't sure how he was supposed to keep it together long enough to please you.

He stuttered out your name, "I don't know how long I can last," he huffed, his cheeks bright red and his groans getting louder by the second.

You reached down between your legs and he quickly noticed your fingers, understanding what you wanted. He dragged the wetness from your thighs over to your clit with his index finger, alternating pressure to find the sensation you liked the best.

He couldn't contain himself when you made so many whines and scratched at his back with your nails. He didn't pause in his attack on your most sensitive part as he thrusted hard and fast, shooting all of his load up inside of you.

Your name mixed with apologies tumbled off of his lips while he continued to move his hips at a much slower pace, you could feel your heat building in your stomach and you pressed your hand over his to add more pressure.

You could see stars as you came around him, reveling in the new feeling of being so full when you came. You sat still, clinging to each other while you fought to catch your breath.

"'m sorry it was so soon, I - I - I thought -," you shushed his apologies assuring him they weren't needed.

You pulled his face to yours, pressing your nose to his, "It just means we need more practice right?"

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corruptedcaps · 3 months

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Fake Week

“What kind of sicko are you Kane? I will not wear this… this butt plug. Its bad enough I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for a month so you’ll stop bullying Kevin but I’m not going indulge you in this sick game and wear some lewd sex toy of yours. I don’t care if this is what all your exes did! You’ll knock it down to just a week if I do? Alright fine but I’m cleaning it first. Maybe cleaning it more than once.”

“Are you happy now Kane? No you don’t get to check it! No wonder you’re single, you’re such a creep! Oh sure you wanted to see it was fitting fine and not hurting me? Yeah right how stupid do you think I am? And besides it fits perfectly, like really perfect actually. I uh got to go.”

“Yeah so what if I’m putting on makeup? I figured if I’m going to sell being your girlfriend I should probably start looking like those vapid bitches you are used to dating. Plus this is so easy, don’t know why I didn’t try it before. It’s just an act, you’re still a creep and once today is done I’ll be one day closer to not having to pretend to be your girlfriend!”

“It’s called yoga Kane. All you exes are flexible, athletic bitches so I thought I might as well act like I care about this stuff. I have to say though I’ve seen such a crazy improvement in just a few hours. It’s like magic! I can stretch and twist like never before and I’ve seen improvements in other areas too. Areas I see you’re checking out you cheeky bastard. I guess it is a pretty amazing ass now so I’ll allow it but don’t get any ideas, I’m just your fake girlfriend for 5 more days.”

“I never noticed how long my hair had gotten lately, it was getting in my face all the time during yoga so I decided to put it into a high ponytail, you know like one of your exes, and it’s so freeing. I used to think it was so bitchy looking but now honestly I think it’s sexy like this don’t you think? Of course you agree, I can see that bulge in your pants ‘babe’. Hmmm it’s kind of hawt seeing someone other that Kevin be turned on by me. Even with him it’s so few and far between lately. Maybe in four days when I’m back to being his girlfriend he’ll like this new hairstyle.”

“Ugh why are my so called friends so annoying today? They were complaining that I was saying mean things about Margo. All I said was if she wanted to ever get a guy she should maybe lay off the ice cream once and awhile. It’s not my fault the fatty started to cry. She should thank me for being honest with her. I should be more honest with the lot of them and kick them to the curb but they’re the only friends I’ve got. You’ve heard Amber and Mercedes want to be friends with me? The two biggest bully’s in school, but they are pretty cool and fashionable unlike these other dweebs. Maybe I’ll give them a text, thanks for the encouragement…. babe.”

“You were right about Amber and Mercedes. We texted all day yesterday and met up at the mall and went shopping. They convinced me to throw out all my lame clothes and buy a totally new look. It’s mostly pink and tight and sexy as hell. They also convinced me about something else. About you. I’ve been such a brat to you these past few days and you’ve been nothing but a gentleman to me. It’s time you got some sort of reward for your troubles. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t going to be a reward for me too. Just stand there looking handsome as hell and I’ll do the rest.”

“Hey baby, last night was mmmm really hawt but don’t tell anyone ok? I don’t want Kevin to know that I cheated on him last night… or this morning… or in your car later today. I can’t help it if you can’t keep your hands off me. I mean who can blame you? Plus you are MY boyfriend for two more days. Of course I told Amber and Mercedes though, they’re my besties, I had to tell them. Plus they were so impressed by what a bitchy thing my cheating was that they made me their new leader. Wasn’t your ex their old leader? Well I’m going to being even badder and bitchier than she was. Mmm that’s making me so horny. Fuck it let’s go to your car now.”

“Last day of our ‘relationship’. It’s only right that we get all the fucking in that we can. Glad to see your stamina is up to the task. Kevin wouldn’t last a fraction that you are capable of. What a fucking loser, can’t believe I have to go back to him tomorrow. Why am I doing this again? To stop you bullying him? He deserves to be bullied and you’re soooo hawt doing it. I never admitted since putting in the butt plug I’ve been touching myself at night thinking about you wailing on him. You’re so much more of a man than he ever will be. You know what? Fuck him. I deserve a strong, mean, and hot as hell boyfriend and you deserve a bitchy queen bee of a girlfriend. Kevin deserves to be the victim. Forgot our deal, I’m yours for good now and Kevin is all yours.”

“Oh the jacket? It belongs to my boyfriend, Kane. You know, your bully? Me date you? As if loser, I’ve always been Kane’s girl and always will. It’s like I was made for him. You’re just some simping creep who’s wanted in my panties for years. Everyone knows it, because my beta besties Amber and Mercedes are telling them right now. Those two can spread news like wildfires. You’ll be a pariah by the end of the day. Kane will be cheered on for bullying you. Mmmm speaking of which here he comes. Don’t forget to cry, it makes me so wet when you do.”

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #corrupted item #corrupted pov

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proxima-writes · 8 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

PAIRING: Ex-Boyfriend!Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

RATING: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY:

Your ex-boyfriend, Dieter Bravo, is in town and sends you a text. Meeting up with an ex, especially one you’re still in love with, is a bad idea, right? Based on the song “bad idea, right?” by Olivia Rodrigo

DEAR READER:

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CONTENT WARNINGS:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, no referenced age difference, dubcon - alcohol consumption prior to sexual activity, domme/sub dynamics, sub!dieter, teasing, masturbation (f), oral (f receiving), praise, pet names, begging, unprotected p in v, love confessions, dieter being bad with feelings and words. please let me know if any are missing!

Dieter sits on the couch in the penthouse hotel room he's currently renting in New York, phone in one hand and a fresh Salty Dog in the other. The TV flickers with a porn he rented after not finding anything worth watching on the limited number of free channels and to be honest, he likes the background noise of moans and skin slapping against skin to fill the silent void.

He scrolls through Twitter as he sips his drink. There's one tweet that catches his eye, a familiar name in the hashtag that gives him pause. A glutton for punishment, he clicks the hashtag, his screen flooded with cell phone quality pictures of you, enjoying a night out.

In New York.

It's a blurry photo of you on a rooftop in a sexy outfit that looks like it was made just for you, a shimmery black fabric hugging all your curves just right. You're surrounded by people he doesn't recognize and your head is thrown back in an easy laugh.

Dieter frowns. He used to make you laugh like that.

Dieter scrolls some more, a glutton for punishment, and comes across another picture, a different angle, but this time there's a man leaning into your space, mouth close to your ear and an arm settled at the base of your spine. He takes a hearty sip of his drink, wincing at the bitter taste as he sets the glass on the coffee table.

He closes Twitter and opens his messages, scrolling until he finds your name.

wyd?

Your phone buzzes in your hand and the name that flashes across the screen has your breath catching.

Dieter: wyd?

You roll your eyes at the message. Of course.

You set your phone down on the table and look up, catching the judgmental stare of your best friend, Melanie.

"What?" You ask. She raises her eyebrows at you.

"That was very much the Dieter Bravo eye roll," she says, tone accusatory. "Did he just text you?"

"No."

Your phone buzzes a second time and her eyes drop to the screen, her hand reaching across the table to snatch it before you even have time to blink.

"'I'm in New York'?" She reads. "Oh my god, he did not send you a 'wyd' text!"

You're in a nice restaurant with a six month long waitlist for a reservation so you're desperately trying to keep yourself from launching across the table at her to get your phone back but the urge is certainly strong. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you hold your hand out to her. "Give me my phone."

"Are you going to text him back?"

"No." Yes.

The look she gives you momentarily leaves you wondering if she can actually read minds. You straighten yourself in your seat, tilting your chin defiantly as you say, "I am a grown adult who can make her own decisions."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you always make good ones," Melanie replies, handing you your phone.

"It's a bad idea, right?" You ask. "Like...an extremely bad one?"

"Catastrophic even," she agrees. “He’s your ex for a reason!”

“Okay, but can’t two people reconnect? Isn’t the goal to be like…friends or something?”

You stare at each other for a moment. Her smile falters. "Oh my god, you're going to answer."

"I'm going to answer." Your fingers fly across the screen and hit send before you allow your logic to return.

Address?

The car you ordered pulls up to a boutique hotel, the kind that has a symbol for its sign instead of a name, and the driver comes around the front of the car and opens the door for you, holding a hand out to help you from your seat. You thank him and take a deep breath before entering the glittering lobby.

There's a separate elevator for the penthouse suite and the attendant on duty asks for your name, checking an iPad in his hands before pressing the button with a gloved fingertip. Once the car arrives and the shiny golden doors silently slide open, you step inside.

You stare at your reflection in the doors as the elevator rises, wondering why you're doing this. Your relationship with the actor lasted about eight months - long enough for you to fall in love and long enough for him to decide he was bored of you. After citing scheduling issues as his reason for breaking things off, you went back to hearing about him rather than from him and trying to fix the cracks in your life that he had left behind.

When the elevator stops and the doors slide open, Dieter is standing there with his familiar messy brown curls in disarray, a hotel robe open over his chest and tied loosely around his waist. He opens his arms wide as he grins.

"Hey, baby. Miss me?" He asks. You roll your eyes.

"Like a cavity, Bravo,” you reply, but your feet still guide you forward and you let yourself get enveloped in his embrace, the familiar smell of faded cologne and weed invading your senses. “Why did you text me?”

“Why did you come?” He asks.

“I asked you first.” You pull away, stepping around him and entering the living room of the large suite.

“You want a drink? I got you that wine you like,” Dieter says, pulling a bottle from an ice bucket set on a room service cart. He holds a glass up and you nod, watching as he fights with the corkscrew.

He finally gets the bottle popped, pouring each glass to the brim and stepping carefully across the room with one in each hand, settling beside you on the couch. He passes one to you and you take a quick sip to prevent disaster. Dieter opts to chug half of his serving in one go.

“So,” he says, drawing the word out, “You wanna have sex with me?”

You drain the rest of your glass, leaning forward to set it on the coffee table beside his. You kick your heels off, shifting in your seat until you’ve got your knees beneath you, pressed into the cushion. Planting a hand on his shoulder for stability, you swing one leg over him and settle on his lap.

“This is a bad idea, right?” You ask, face close enough to his that your lips nearly touch when you speak. His hands slide up your thighs.

“Probably,” he agrees, brown eyes half lidded as he stares at you.

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you decide, pressing your lips to his. Your mouths move together hungrily, six months apart fueling a fire that’s ready to burn you alive.

“Fucking hell,” Dieter groans, hips bucking up and dragging his hardening cock against your center. “Want you so goddamn bad.”

“How bad?” You ask, already breathless as he trails his lips down your neck, his beard scratching the thin skin over your rapid pulse.

“Thought of you every time I fucked my hand.” A bite to your throat has you hissing from the combination of pleasure and pain. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back in retaliation. “Even bought one of those pocket pussy things. Didn’t even come close.”

That gives you pause. With six months gone between the breakup and now, you would have thought he’d been drowning in women and men clamoring at the chance to fuck him.

You kiss him again, your tongues sliding together in a messy, dirty dance you’ve missed more than you care to voice. Your hips move over his while his hands explore every exposed inch of you they can find.

“Take your clothes off,” he demands when his lips break from yours.

“Ask nicely,” you chastise. His brown eyes go wide, a pathetic puppy dog glimmer in them.

“Please,” he begs. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top?”

You stand, laughter spilling from your lips as you reach for zipper at your back, tugging it down slowly while he watches. He licks his lips like he’s being presented a six course meal and his hands curl into the material of the robe that’s fallen open, giving you an unobstructed view of a broad chest and soft tummy. You turn your back to him, easing the sleeves of the dress off your shoulders slowly.

“Come on, baby,” Dieter whines. “Quit teasing.”

“Good things come to boys who wait,” you tell him, shimmying the fabric over your hips, bending at the waist to ease the dress over the curve of your ass and down to the floor. This leaves you in only a thong, the red straps of it a gorgeous contrast to your skin that you know he’ll go crazy for.

“Fuck. Me.”

You turn back around to face him, the man’s eyes dropping immediately to your breasts. He raises his arms, making grabby hand motions toward your chest that have you giggling.

“What if,” you tap your finger to your chin in thought, “I just wanted you to watch me?”

Dieter pouts. “I could be a lot more help with my cock,” he argues.

“Hmm.” You take a seat on one of the cushy arm chairs in the sitting area, spreading your legs wide. “I’ve been doing just fine these last six months without it,” you tell him, sliding a hand beneath the elastic of your panties.

“This is fucking cruel and unusual punishment,” Dieter says. “A violation of the Geneva Convention.”

“Always so dramatic,” you reply as you circle your clit with your fingertips. He leans forward on the couch, hands gripping the cushion tightly as he watches. “You want a closer look, baby?”

He nods his head rapidly and you lift your hips to shove your panties down your legs, gathering them in your hand and tossing them at his face. The wad of fabric drops to his lap and he balls it up in his fist and brings it to his nose.

“Pervert,” you say affectionately. You hook your leg over the arm of the chair, spreading yourself wide for his gaze. You tease your clit with two fingers, trailing them lower to your entrance and dipping one inside, your head dropping back against the chair with your moan.

The sound of skin sliding over skin reaches your ears and when you look up, you find that Dieter has shoved his boxers down to where they now sit looked around his ankles, his thick cock caught in the tight grip of his fist. You lift your hand away, closing your legs and leaning forward with your eyes narrowed.

“Now, Dieter, I don’t remember saying you could touch yourself,” you say.

“Can’t touch you, can’t touch myself,” he whines, releasing his cock and gripping the couch cushion. “C’mon, baby. Please? I’ve missed yo—“

“Cut!” You yell. Dieter’s mouth snaps shut in surprise. “That wasn’t a very Oscar worthy performance, Di. I think you can do better than that.”

His blank stare morphs into heated understanding and you watch as he slowly slides from the couch and lands on his knees. He slips the robe from his shoulders, leaving him gloriously naked. You take a moment to appreciate the muscles of his chest and arms, his softer belly dusted with hair that draws your eye to his flushed cock and his strong thighs.

Then he starts to crawl.

Those big brown eyes of his look up at you with so much desperation and, dare you say it, adoration that your heart skips a beat as he moves closer. When he reaches your feet, he sits back on his heels and settles his hands on his thighs.

“Please, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me touch you. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you. You know me, my tongue is much better at giving you an orgasm than it is with words.”

“Fine,” you say, tone implying he’s inconveniencing you with his desire. He grins, his hands immediately grabbing at your thighs and tugging your ass to the edge of the seat. He positions your legs over each arm of the chair before diving in with his talented tongue, licking through your slick folds with practiced finesse.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, sucking your clit between his lips. “Your pussy is even better than that six course meal we had at that pretentious restaurant in Paris.”

“L’Arpege?” You gasp, fingers tangling in his hair. “You never told me you didn’t like it. I only picked it because of your two month experiment with veganism!”

“Wasn’t there for the fucking food,” he says. Two fingers press to your soaked entrance, sliding into your tight heat with little resistance.

Your head is spinning, stars bursting in your vision as his thick digits curl against your G-spot. His other hand presses on the top of your pelvis and the look in his eyes tells you exactly what his goal is.

“Dieter,” you say, his name a warning as you squirm beneath him. He grins up at you from between your legs.

“How’s my performance now?” He asks. “Oscar worthy yet?”

“Nominated at best,” you bite back through gritted teeth despite the pressure building in your core. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard, tongue flicking rapidly against the bundle of nerves until that pressure bursts as you cry out, “Oh, fuck!”

The orgasm he pulls from you is overwhelming and leaves you gasping, vision blurry as you look down at Dieter’s smug expression and dripping chin. He runs a hand over his chin, collecting your release on his palm and using it to ease the friction of his hand as it pumps his cock roughly.

“‘Nominated at best’,” he says, voice pitched higher to mimic yours. “Please, that was the performance of a lifetime.”

“Don’t get cocky, Di,” you mumble, planting a foot on his chest and pushing him back. He topples over, landing on his back with an oof.

You drop from the chair and crawl over his body, making sure to drag your soaked pussy across his cock. Your hands are planted on the floor on either side of his head and you stare down at his blissed out face as you rock over him.

Dieter’s hands grip your hips tightly. “Don’t good performances get awarded?” He asks, voice tight.

You reach down between your bodies to hold his cock steady, allowing you to sink down slowly, his thick length damn near splitting you open. You’ve missed this, the way he fills every inch of your hungry cunt, the way he looks at you like you’re the best damn thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Which is saying something because the man knows art and is constantly surrounded by beautiful people but you’ve only seen this look when you’re alone with him, at the end of a long day on set or when you finally stumbled home together from a night out. It’s the way his eyes go soft and his touch grows reverent, fingertips gliding over whatever skin he can reach with a featherlight touch, and the combination wipes the dust off memories with him you’d been trying to forget and move on from.

“Dieter,” you say, voice shaky. You rock your hips, lifting slightly to your knees and relishing the drag of his cock inside of you before you slam your hips back down. “God, fuck, feel so good.”

“Your pussy was made for my fucking cock,” he says through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips tightly and encouraging each rock of your body. “Missed this, missed you, fuck. Love you so much.”

You stop abruptly, the man beneath you whining. You grip him by the chin as you ask, “You what?”

“I…uh…shit,” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Oh.” You let go of his face, sitting up straight. “I see.”

“No, no,” he rushes to say. “That’s not what I meant.”

It occurs to you that you’re still impaled on his cock and this doesn’t exactly feel like a conversation to be had in that position. You make a move to get up but strong hands hold you steady in his lap.

“I just meant,” he say, fingers flexing nervously against your thighs. “I didn’t mean to say it right now. Like…I wanted you to maybe not hate me for a bit before I professed my love or whatever.”

“I don’t get it,” you admit. “I thought you just texted me to hookup because you were in town.”

“I’m in town for you.”

“For me?”

Dieter nods. “I’m not good with words that aren’t written for me. Too much going on up here,” he says, tapping his forehead. “But I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we broke it off and I feel like that’s a cosmic sign that we’re meant to be or whatever.”

“Oh my god, you really are bad with words,” you say with a laugh. “Meant to be, huh?”

“Or whatever,” he finishes. “Marriage is a scam.”

“Right, right,” you murmur, rocking your hips the slightest bit. “Total scam.”

“It’s just a way for the governme—oh, fuck,” he says, words trailing off into a moan as you pick up your pace again, your hands on his chest to steady yourself. “Just like that, baby.”

“You’re lucky I missed you, too,” you tell him, gasping when his hips flex to meet yours. Your communication with each other devolves into moans and the movement of your bodies until the desperation you feel for one another reaches its peak.

Dieter wraps both arms around your lower back as you cum, holding you to him as your cunt squeezes around his cock. It’s only a moment before you feel him pulsing, warmth pooling inside of you as your orgasm starts to fade. You collapse against his chest, breathing heavily and listening to the rapid beat of his heart beneath your ear.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as you both catch your breath, sweat cooling between you in the chill of the hotel room.

“You wanna order pizza?” He asks. You turn your face into his chest, muffling your laughter into his skin.

“Absolutely.”

#dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo the bubble #the bubble fanfiction

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pastelspoon31 · 4 months

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Chapter 2: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader)

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), no sexy time in this one- just König being a creep :(

A/N: I love adding backstories for creepy König behaviour hehehe :3

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The first time König saw you was much earlier. In fact, it was the first day you moved in that he spotted you. You were noticably much younger than him, and you carried a heavy cardboard box, a box you kept fidgeting with and adjusting, which kept you from seeing him.

"Billy! Quit playing with your phone and help me open the door- ah!" Your then boyfriend, Billy, had walked into you, as he was distracted by whatever he was doing on his phone, and he didn't seem to be sorry either. The box you'd been holding dropped, and the contents, including a few small glass items, fell onto the floor.

"Geez, babe! You really shouldn't be blocking the way like that!" He'd said, and you had apologized profusely. You began to pick up your things, but Billy had stepped on your hand, and he'd laughed as you'd yelped. "Oh shit, sorry babe." He would apologise but didn't help you clean up. You picked up the things you'd dropped and ran inside, embarrassed.

So you were 'one of those' young girls who were so desperate for love that they'd date a douchebag like that.

He'd been disgusted at the time, but the more he saw Billy treat you the way he did, and the more you tolerated his bullshit behavior- the less he cared about that.

Maybe it's good for you to learn the hard way, it'll be a good lesson for you.

...Or so König thought.

König received a small bag of cookies, hanging on his doorknob the next day. A small card illustrating a cute bunny holding a heart, was taped to the bag.

'Sorry for the noises yesterday :( I'm your newly moved in neighbour from unit 309! Please take these as an apology and a welcome gift <3 Sincerely, (Y/N)'

He took the gift and the card, and placed it inside his drawer.

It's a waste to throw out such a thoughtful gift, after all...

———

The secret photographs started not long after.

After retiring from his position in KorTac, König was left with a huge pension and plenty of free time. He didn't know what to do with himself most of the time.

His younger self had always wanted to indulge in his artistic side, and had taken an interest in photography.

Naturally, he bought a huge DSLR camera, and began to use it often, and not long after, he began to take photos of his new neighbour.

It wasn't his main intention at first, he was NOT a pervert!

But one day, as he was taking pictures of the birds flying in the orange sky from the balcony, he couldn't help but catch the sight of you in your private area from the corner of his eye.

The conjoined nature of your balcony and the lack of wall to divide the space between yours and his balcony made it almost too easy for him to admire you in your lack of clothing as you walked around in your tight little tanktop and panties.

He could easily step over the rail that was lower than his waist dividing your balcony space and his.

König spent a good half and hour watching you, and taking photos, and it didn't even occur to him that this was, in fact, creepy.

When you went back inside, and König was left to stare at the sliding door that was closed, his mind became clear again, and he felt guilt.

But not guilty enough to break into your house and take more pictures of you while you slept, of course.

Besides, it's not like he's touching you or anything~

#konig #könig cod #konig x reader #konig mw2 #könig mw2 #call of duty #könig smut #neighbour könig

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Contrary to popular belief Eddie was no blushing virgin. Sure, the whole metal head mixed with nerd thing wasn't a cheerleader's cup of tea, but there was a certain type of Hawkins girl who dug the whole bad boy aesthetic, and even a few boys. He'd managed to get into the pants of more than one closeted jock over the years to know his way around the block, for men and women alike.

So no, Eddie was no stranger to relationships, he had his fair share of partners over the years, and had even managed to be an alright boyfriend to a few of them. But even with all that, he had still been woefully unprepared for dating Steve Harrington.

Maybe it was because he got to bear witness to him being a sexy badass who bit the head off of demons, or maybe it was because Steve turned out to be the sweetest guy on the face of the earth and saved him from literal hell, or maybe Eddie had just never expected to even get this far, but whatever the reason Eddie was obsessed with the guy, in a way he just wasn’t used to. He had been since Steve kissed him for the first time, or if he was being honest with himself, since he had that bottle to his throat.

Besides the shallow fact that Eddie had never been this attracted to another person before, Steve was just so...fun. And he made such an effort to get to know all of Eddie’s nerd shit. Even if he was a snarky bitch more than half the time in their DnD sessions, Eddie didn’t miss how much he was paying attention to the plot, even if it was just to make fun of the kids' bad party decisions from the sidelines. And that wasn’t even mentioning how much he tolerated his music. Despite the fact that Eddie had fallen in love with a pop princess, Steve still let him blare his metal tapes in his car, and when he got Eddie Metillica tickets for his birthday, Eddie had nearly passed out. Steve just made him feel so…free. Free to be himself, in any way he wanted, with no worries that he would ever be too much for him.

He liked to think that Steve felt the same way around him. The guy had Eddie doing shit he never would have even considered before he met. If Steve wanted to go on a hike, then Eddie was more than willing to risk experiencing the horrible, great outdoors, especially since Steve always gave him a piggyback ride at the last leg of the journey. If Steve wanted to be at one of Lucas’ games, then suddenly postponing Hellfire was no longer a big issue. If Steve was having the kind of bad day that only corny ABBA songs could fix, then Eddie would happily blare Dancing Queen in the van, his image be damned.

It’s not like he had had low expectations in terms of dating Steve, he just…hadn’t expected to be so whipped so soon. He had known he was Steve's first boyfriend (and planned on being the last, if he had anything to say about it) so he kinda figured he would have had the edge here. But no, of course, Steve had him wrapped around his finger by the end of the first week and there was really nowhere else Eddie would rather be.

But as wonderful as all of that was, loving Steve so fully led to some unexpected consequences. Like the fact that Eddie had become a possessive freak overnight. He was jealous, plain and simple, and it was constant. He was jealous of every girl that made star eyes at his Steve at the checkout counter of Family Video, he was jealous of the way every Hawkins housewife shamelessly flirted with him at any of the kid's events, christ, he was even jealous of how easy Robin had it when it came to being affectionate with him in public.

Kissing his cheek, holding his hand, their weird platonic soulmate relationship didn’t bother him, but he wanted to be able to do all of that too. If he could just start making out with Steve everytime someone even looked at him the wrong way, he wouldn’t have a problem, but their options were so limited in shitty Hawkins. Everything had to wait until they were alone and behind closed doors and Eddie hated it. He was lucky when they managed to even link pinkies in public, when in reality all he wanted to do was stamp a giant Property of Eddie Munson across Steve’s forehead.

He was lucky that Steve hadn’t caught on yet, just how much Eddie wanted him all to himself. And Eddie wanted to keep it that way. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to think he didn’t trust him, not with how hard the guy worked to be sure Eddie was fully aware he was loved.

It wasn’t an issue of What if Steve finds someone better than me and leaves? But more of, If that bitch doesn’t stop touching my future husband I’m going to flip a table. But Eddie wasn’t going to risk even the chance of hurting Steve’s feelings over something so dumb.

Somehow Eddie Munson, the exonerated, drug dealer who lived in a trailer park, managed to bag the best man in the state of Indiana, and he was not going to ruin that over some stupid jealousy. Even if all he wanted to do right now was beat the shit out of the jackass who wouldnt stop trying to dance with his boyfriend.

They were on an overnight trip to Indianapolis for Robin’s birthday, which of course meant they had to go to a gay bar at her insistenace, “This could be my only chance to kiss a girl before college, we have to do it!”

And from the looks of Robin making out with random girl #2 at a booth, at least they accomplished that mission, but that didn’t stop the fact that Eddie was about five seconds away from being a wanted killer all over again. Steve, his perfect, lovely Steve was too captivating for his own good because no one would stop hitting on him in this place. They saw one look at his pastel sweater and soft hair and swarmed and Eddie felt like he’d been beating them away with a stick ever since.

Though Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of chasing them away, because at least here, he could be all over his boyfriend, in anyway he wanted. And he didn’t hesitate to use it. Someone tries to chat Steve up at the bar? Eddie’s there with a hand around his waist and his lips on his temple. Someone tries to slip him their number at their booth? Eddie's in his lap and tosses it away. Someone's asking Steve dance? Eddie will pull him onto the floor before the words are even out of their mouth. And sure, maybe he’s going a little overboard, but Steve was tipsy enough to let it all slide, or if anything encourage it.

It worked well enough to keep them all away, all but one. Eddie wasn’t sure what the dude’s problem was, but he had had his eyes on Steve the second they walked in the place. Very fratboy-esque, and not the type Eddie expected to see here, more like someone he’d expect to see on the cover of Erica’s teen magazines.

The type that obviously wasn’t used to the word no.

Eddie had been in the bathroom for less than five minutes, but that had been plenty enough time for that asshole to crowd Steve on the dancefloor. He watched as Steve pushed him away again. Robin was with him now at least, drunk and pissy enough to stick her tongue out at the guy as she draped herself over Steve’s shoulders.

It was enough to make him retreat back to the bar, alone. Eddie followed, taking a seat next to him at the counter. The guy barely glanced at him, eyes still fixed on Steve.

“Got your eye on someone?” Eddie asked, casual as he ordered a beer. He reconginzed the song playing, and knew that the crescendo was deafening enough to be of use.

He nodded in Steve’s direction, “You could say that.”

He wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie, not even as he snaked his hand closer to his, already getting the perfect angle, “Pretty sure that one’s taken.”

The guy scoffed, “A few more drinks in him and he won’t be able to tell the difference. That’s all I need.”

Eddie’s eye twitched, all of his rationality flying out the window. The music was finally swelling, perfect timing for Eddie to do what he came for. He jerked the guy’s little finger back, the loud snap and surprised cry completely covered by the music.

Eddie leaned in, hissing in his ear, “Y’know, you should really learn to watch your mouth in front of strangers.”

He let his finger go, taking a sip of his beer as the guy sputtered at him, “Are you crazy?!”

“Yep,” Eddie shrugged, “And if you touch him again and I’ll break your fucking hand.” Honestly, if he so much as looked at Steve again he was going to smash his teeth in, the fucking creep. Eddie wasn’t sure what his face looked like with when he let that threat out, but it was enough to make the guy turn tale, speed-walking for the front door.

Eddie turned around, fully intent on joining Steve back on the dancefloor, when he was met face to face with the man himself. Steve stared at him mouth slack, probably because Eddie just went full psycho on a stranger.

Eddie froze, mind racing as he tried to think of what to say here, but Steve was already grabbing his hand and dragging Eddie out through the back door. He stopped when they were outside, crowding Eddie against the wall.

Eddie swallowed, trying to say something, “Stevie-”

Eddie barely got a word out before Steve was kissing him, pressing him against the wall with a moan. Eddie’s brain short-circuited for half a second before he was pulling Steve closer. So not mad then.

“God, that was hot,” Steve panted against his lips, “Love it when you get all jealous.”

Eddie pulled away to blink at him, not quite sure if he heard that right, “You do?”

Steve nodded, moving to start kissing at Eddie’s neck, “Mmhm, even at home, when you get all touchy and pissy over girls. You’re too fucking cute man, it kills me.”

Eddie grinned, heart full as Steve attacked his neck. All that worrying, for absolutely nothing. Because of course Steve just got it, “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine baby.”

Steve giggled against his throat,“Good, because there’s nothing I love more than being yours.”

Eddie groaned, chasing back after Steve’s mouth.

Maybe jealousy wasn’t such a bad thing afterall.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #I know jealous beating people up aint it but this aint reality so we good #I've tried to post this twice before and it broke the whole ass app for me idk how technology works #last time I'm trying!#the chad eddie being destoryed by boy virgin steve #that sounded funnier in my head #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands

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plutosunshine · 2 years

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How can you attract attention?

I am back! Finally hehe~

Our 10th house is all about how others see us. Also, the planets in the 10th house and MC can tell us how we can attract everybody’s attention.

MC in Aries/Mars in the 10th house

You attract attention by being determined, straightforward, honest, and funny. People like your passion. They see you as a sexy and alluring person. You attract attention the most when you do some activities, for example, sports. People adore seeing you on the go. Others love how you achieve goals and how you make it with passion and confidence.

MC in Taurus/Venus in the 10th house

You attract others’ attention through your voice, fashion, and how grounded you are. People love seeing you showing your artistic and creative side. Others see you as an attractive and alluring person. You attract attention when you show to others your solid values and self-esteem.

MC in Gemini/Mercury in the 10th house

Of course, you attract attention with your words and brain! People love when you have something to say. They love how smart, funny, talkative, and creative you are! You charm everyone by being friendly, open-minded, and free. Your words hypnotize people.

MC in Cancer/Moon in the 10th house

You attract attention with your calm and welcoming aura. Others adore your caring, nurturing, and even motherly qualities. Regardless of your gender, you exude feminine energy that charms everyone. You magnetically attract attention, people even can’t explain how. Just magic.

MC in Leo/Sun in the 10th house

Everyone wants to be like you. You attract attention by being the most noticeable person in the room. Others love how warm, funny, beautiful, and creative you are. You attract attention the most when you take the leading role. It is your natural quality so others are amazed by that.

MC in Virgo/Mercury in the 10th house.

Of course, your intelligence. Similar to Gemini MC, people notice you because of your intelligence. The only difference is that Virgo MC attracts attention by being practical, healing, responsible, and dependable. People may see how you came from nothing to everything and that is what attracts them.

MC in Libra/Venus in the 10th house

You attract attention through your aesthetics. You are just naturally lovable. You have good taste, a sense of fashion, and great creative ideas. Your charming, graceful, and peaceful personality charms people. They adore how balanced, beautiful, and harmonious you are.

MC in Scorpio/Pluto in the 10th house

You attract attention with your passionate and intense personality. People see how you can do everything you have in mind. You are hot and even dangerous and that is what intrigues others. Also, you attract attention through your intuition. People just don’t understand how you can feel so much and how you can be so insightful. Also, people are amazed by your constant transformations.

MC in Sagittarius/Jupiter in the 10th house

You attract attention with your free spirit. People just don’t understand how you can be so careless, free, and independent. They do want to be you. You attract attention by your natural quality of teaching and advising. Others find your advice useful and wise. You have your own system of values and you spread it everywhere. You are confident and honest and that charms everyone.

MC in Capricorn/Saturn in the 10th house

Ambitions. You attract others’ attention through your ambitions and plans for the future. People can’t understand how you can have so many plans for yourself. However, when you reach all the goals and get respect in your field, people can’t help but adore you for that.

MC in Aquarius/Uranus in the 10th house

You attract attention with your uniqueness and unpredictability. You are funny, friendly, creative, and easy-going. People are amazed by your natural quality to participate in organizations or charity matters. You stand up for your freedom and independence. You attract attention by just being yourself.

MC in Pisces/Neptune in the 10th house

You attract attention with your considerate and kind soul. You can sacrifice a lot for your loved ones and that is what charms everyone. You attract attention with your mysterious, intuitive, and dreamy nature. You have a lot of dreams and your imagination is what amazes others. Also, people are attracted to you because of your spiritual side.

#astrology #astro #astro observations #natal chart #birth chart #mc #10th house #midheaven #zodiac #planets in the 10th house

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eunivrse · 2 years

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and i shouldn’t cry, but i love it… [eren jaeger]

content warning: kitchen sex, soft dom (?) eren, creampie, mentions of having kids

word count: 930+

note: i have another kitchen sex drabble but it’s with armin, link can be accessed here. and yes i edited this but there still might be mistakes, so feel free to reach out if there are, k enjoy

“eren- calm down,” you giggle, his hands slipping under your shorts and massaging the pudge of your ass. you knew well how long his day was, 12 lengthy hours of work as a surgical intern under his dad’s hospital doesn’t sound like the most amusing thing ever. eren coming home to you clad with your tight tank and skimpy little shorts after the hell that he just went through only replaced his fatigue with lust.

he hisses against the back of your ear, his crotch now pressed up on your ass, “did you just come home from the gym, babe?” your fingers are now curled on the edge of the kitchen counter, you were originally taking out the groceries to organize them until eren came in and trapped you within his grasp.

you turn your head to the side to respond, “yes, but can we continue this later? let’s make dinner first.” as contrast to your awkward grin, eren��s smirk only hinted at his loss for self control. his fingers gripped and shed you off your shorts along with your panties, the air from the centralized air conditioning hitting your bare skin.

“please babygirl? ‘need my dick inside you so bad, ‘been thinking about it all day.” eren can get so vulgar and you act so resistant to it everytime, but the way you’re grinding against him says enough about how you really feel.

you snort, “what, did something in the hospital turn you on?”

“not really, but i saw a woman giving birth with her husband next to her and made me imagine how nice it’d be for us to have that in the future.” he sighs then chuckles.

“uh- too soon!” you laugh at eren’s absurd comment, though it felt nice knowing that he sees a future with you instead of just using you as a way to relieve his stress.

“i know, so for now i wanna be able to fuck you without having to worry about kids. you’re on birth control, yes?” his striking, yet sexy tone always end up getting him what he desires.

this time is no different.

a trail of slick followed your inner thigh as you whimper, “mhm, do me raw eren.”

eren was quick to slip his cock out his scrubs, the garment of his boxers and trousers sliding down to his ankles as he angles his tip in between your thighs. he pushes your back down into an arch while he slapped his cock against your glistened inner groin twice to get it wet before piercing your hole.

god, you could never get used to his size. it’s too fucking fat and it always has a burning feeling in your stomach. it’s not a complaint by all means, but nonetheless your eyes bubbled up with tears and you started sobbing, one cheek on the counter, making a puddle on the marble tops.

eren noticed and asked, “baby, does it hurt? i’m sorry, please tell me if it’s too much.” you didn’t mind though, the pain will quickly turn into you seeing stars.

you weakly shook your head and blubbered, “it’s ok, ‘ren. just slow down.”

“of course, whatever you want. just take it easy.” it’s quite ironic for him to say that when he has your nails literally scratching on the counter as two of his fingers from his free hand pressed and circled on your clit to ease the sting while he fills you up with his cock.

he paused when his pelvis bumped against the hilt of your ass, but his fingers never slacked with stimulating you. “you asked earlier why i’ve thought about being inside you all day. i don’t have a specific reason, i was just bored during work and daydreamed about this exact moment… then i come home to you wearing your sexy little gym shorts and couldn’t hold it anymore.” the combination of his nasty words against your ear and your clit being flicked was already pushing you to the brink of orgasm.

your jaw was slacked open, mind too fogged to respond with the image of your arms now being locked around eren’s own before he pounded in a consistent rhythm, splitting you in half as he pulled your arms until your back was against his chest, your head falling behind on his shoulders.

“l-love it s’much, eren. ‘love it just like that, hah-“ your throat became dry and hoarse as his cock worked its way to your sweet spot. your plumped walls were tight around eren’s cock, inciting heavy grunts and melodic moans from his lips. he reached for the bottom hem of your tank top and yanked it up to stuff it in your mouth, your tits jiggling out.

eren dug his teeth on your shoulder, his fingers pinching on your perky nipples. drops of sweat from his forehead dripped down your collarbones when he nearly screamed, “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum soon, fuck—“ eren’s hips staggered and his breath hitched, almost choking on his own saliva.

you, on the other hand came almost immediately after his last words, your arousal morphing around his cock as it trickled down his balls and onto the kitchen tiles. eren’s tip fucked against your g-spot once more before coating the walls of your cunt pearl, a web of it connecting the slit of his tip to your folds as he pulled out.

your chest rose and fell as you placed your forearms on the counter when eren let you go to recollect what the fuck just happened and why the hell it felt like a fever dream. he braced himself around you in a tight hug, resting his head on top of yours. “feeling okay?”

“yeah, i just- god it felt too-“

“good? hell yeah it did. thank you for making my day better, love.” eren kissed your head before letting you loose.

you turned around and faced him, both your hands holding grasp of his. you say with a warm smile, “well, i don’t think i can cook now.”

he grins, “don’t worry, let’s get you in a nice bath first then i’ll order dinner, okay?”

you nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “love you, ‘ren.”

“i love you more.”

#eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jaeger fanfiction #eren fanfiction #eren yeager smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader smut

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arvensimp · 1 year

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Why do I see Arven as being a vocal lover? 😍 He has the most beautiful moans, deep and sexy, but getting a needy, high-pitched whine from him is also something to die for. If that man ever tried to keep quiet because he thought the sounds he made were embarrassing? Oh my God, I would not be responsible for the crimes I'd go and commit. But once he realises that you like love hearing the all the sinful noises you're drawing from him, he wouldn't hold himself back anymore.

It's always been a weird thing for me that pokemon games don't have voice acting because on one end I think they'd benefit from it, but on the other, we get to imagine what we'd like these characters to sound like for ourselves. I've been having a long, hard think about our guy here for a while and what sort of voice he has. I hope you like this?

Vocal Lover

Nsfw, Arven x reader

No gendered pronouns used. Oral (male receiving) and penetrative sex (reader receiving)

Even after all these years, Arven still speaks like someone who spent the vast majority his childhood quietly. Who did he have to talk to but his dog?

Sure, once he enrolled in the academy he had classes, classmates, and teachers, so he was forced to make further use of it, but... It's fairly easy to coast by in classes without talking much.

As a result, Arven speaks with a near constant bit of huskiness in his voice, almost as if he wants to speak in a more hushed tone, or as if it isn't quite used to being used.

He doesn't often raise his voice unless he's particularly worked up about something.

This same demeanor follows him into the bedroom with you. Truth be told, it's a little frustrating not to have that auditory feedback from him.

The first few times you blow him, you only manage to pull a few whimpers from him, which is, of course, very hot, but you know you can do better.

The next time you go down on him, as you sit between his knees, looking up at him through your lashes, his hard cock in your fist, you tell him. "I want you to talk me through this, this time, okay?"

Arven nods, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in pleasurable anticipation as you drag your hand up and down his length.

"Nuh-uh... I want you to tell me. Use your words, baby."

"O-oh....Ok-kay..." He nods again.

"Good boy," You reply before taking his tip into your mouth.

Arven gasps and bites his lip to muffle a soft groan, and you release him.

"Don't bite back your sounds. Let me hear them. Can you do that? Use your words."

Arven groans at the loss of your warm, wet mouth. "Y-yeah. I'll try."

This time when you take his tip into your mouth, you drag him in just a bit deeper, pressing your tongue along the underseam of his cock. You feel the muscles in Arven's abdomen twitch as he groans, throaty and low.

"O-oh God... That's good..."

You hum around him, pleased. As you slowly start to take him deeper into your mouth as best you can, his hand finds its way to the top of your head, fingers threading into your hair but not applying any pressure.

"That f-eels r-really nice..." He moans this time, drawing out the vowel of the last word with a husky grovel. The pitch of it quivers a bit in time with spasms that you feel in his cock and inner thighs. You take one hand and rub soothing circles along the muscles there.

You bob your head a few times along what you can easily reach of his cock, trying to lube it up as best you can with saliva for the time being, so your other hand is free to stroke the remainder of it from the base. When you pop your mouth off of him, Arven gasps, pitchy and whiny.

"Ready for a ride?"

"Y-yes please..."

Without leaving his side, you grab a proper lubricant from the bedside drawer and be sure to get him properly coated in it before sliding up to hover above him. You'd already well prepped yourself for this next bit.

"Tell me what you want."

Arven looks down, blushing. "I...I-I..."

You gently take hold of his cheeks and chin in one of your hands and tilt his face to you. He's such a delicious red, you want to eat him up.

"Your words?"

"Ride me, please?" He asks softly. Beneath you, his hips grind against nothing, futilely trying to bump against yours.

"Good boy." You reply, leaning in to press a kiss just below his jaw. At the same time you use your other hand to position yourself to sink down fully on him in one slow, smooth motion.

Arven chokes on air, his sounds only coming halfway before getting trapped in his throat. Only when you're fully seated around him does he drop his head into your shoulder and murmur a reverent "Tight...S-s-so good..."

You slowly drag your hips forward, drawing out another breathy moan from him. This one starts low in his belly but as you reach the apex of the motion and snap back, he cuts off in a delighted whimper.

"Want me to fuck you like this?"

"M-mhmmmm!" He nods against your shoulder, and you stop moving entirely.

"I'm sorry, but that wasn't a word. Care to try again?"

Arven gives a frustrated cry beneath you. "Y-yes! Please!" He draws it out with a moan. "Please ride me, I need it, please!"

"That's what I wanna hear," You reply, resuming the motions at a bit of a harsher pace.

Arven's head lolls back, and he gives an unabashed open mouthed moan of delight. It's breathy and husky and needy and wonderful. You can feel yourself tighten around him at the sound of it, then you feel his reaction to that as his cock twitches within you.

"C-close...."

"Yeah? Wanna cum for me?"

"Y-yeah..." And he sounds so adorably needy and enamoured and fuck drunk.

"Just tell me what you need. 'Kay?"

"C-can...can..." He whines, "Can I cum inside?"

"You can cum wherever you like, my love." You reply with another kiss to his jaw.

Arven then grabs your hips as you continue fucking him and steadies himself a bit, applying just a bit of pressure as he stills beneath you with a wanton moan. You continue rolling your hips just slightly against him through his orgasm and its aftershocks, enjoying his quivering as you purposefully squeeze around his softening cock before you pull him out of you.

You sigh as you roll over onto your back to lay next to him.

"Haaa.... Okay... Now that I've heard you make those noises... I'm gonna need way more..."

Arven hides his blush behind a pillow.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 6 months

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Happy Spooky Season!

You’ve been dating this guy, Jake, for a couple of weeks now. The two of you have probably been on five or six actual dates, but you’re talking and texting nonstop. All of your dates have been fairly late at night, only because Jake works so late, that’s the only time he has free. By your third dinner date, you and Jake decided to switch it up, especially after Jake had some odd allergic reaction to the bread at this Italian place you guys were trying out. So, you stick to going to the movies or just late night strolls through the park. Which you don’t mind at all, being with someone as sweet and attractive as Jake is really all you need.

Tonight is the first time Jake will being coming over to your apartment. Jake had suggested it; a little bit of wine and blues while you cook together. How could you say no? Your doorbell rings and there is Jake holding the most beautiful bouquet of dark red roses. You gush, placing a soft peck to his lips before turning around to head back inside. When you notice you’ve been talking to yourself for a few seconds you look back over at the wide open door to see Jake still standing beyond its threshold. He stands there with a soft smile, and his hands behind his back. “I didn’t know if you wanted me to come in or not.” What an odd thing to assume. Of course he can come in! Once you invite him in with a slight giggle, you’re both sipping on wine as Jake starts prepping dinner.

With your bellies full of delicious food and sweet wine swirling around in your heads, you and Jake find purchase on your velvety soft couch, chatting away. It’s very easy to talk to Jake, telling him secrets that you could’ve sworn you’d take to the grave. You don’t know how the conversation got there, but somehow you end up admitting to Jake that despite being in your mid to late twenties, you’re still a virgin. What was that? You could’ve sworn you saw a flash of red in his irises, gone with a quick blink of his eyes. Maybe you drank one too many glasses. Jake waves off your confession and tells you that you have nothing to worry about with him. He’s a gentleman after all.

The night ends with Jake placing a chaste kiss to your lips right before you send him on his way. Later that night, you find yourself tossing and turning in bed. You can’t sleep as images of Jake plague your mind. And it’s not the usual sexy and lewd ones that get you all hot and bothered. It’s Jake covered in blood, ripping at your flesh with his fanged teeth. You jolt awake in a cold sweat panting heavily as you scan your bedroom. The shadowy figure in the corner startles you as you rush to switch on your bedside lamp. It’s nothing. You start to calm down a bit, telling yourself that it was just a nightmare. As you turn the lights off and lay back down, your body freezes when you feel the bed dip behind you. Sharp claws drag lazily up your thigh and porcelain fangs nibble lightly along your neck. A familiar musky cologne immediately fills your senses as the chuckle that used to make your heart soar, fills your veins with ice cold fear.

“What’s the matter, baby? Is there a monster in your bed?”

This... is one of the most amazing things anyone has ever submitted to me for Wild Wednesday. You have fuckin nailed this. I was kicking my feet in excitement the entire time. Obviously I adore Vamp!Jake but omg this was delicious.

#wild wednesday #gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf

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thebunnednun · 3 months

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 2

Clown fuckers of the world unite!

Part 1

Chapter 2 my loves! I forgot to mention this in my last post but please comment your thoughts! I want to see what you all found humorous and what you’d like to see more of. If there are any tags I missed feel free to comment on them! :3 <3 Btw, the reader almost kisses the clown. ON WITH THE SHOW!

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“I can’t fucking believe you convinced us to do this.”

Zoro was being a drama mama in the corner of the massive tent you built. Who knew that a 120-berry tent would come in handy? After a little bit of sweet talking you managed to convince some of the entertainers to sell you a tent the Russian circus could be proud of.

Everyone was able to fit inside and even used the piles of salvageable goods for makeshift walls. Zoro had gotten ready in a black fitted vest and some casual grey slacks. You were applying some smoky black eyeliner and purple eye shadow with a light hand. “Sanji finally got Usopp to stop crying. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to be here right now. I mean he finally put down that piece of wood.” This ship was more than a vessel, it was your home. Where Sanji cooked meals, and everyone took their place beside each other.

“Yeah, well, it would boost morale. Let’s try to put on a brave face for the others tonight." Your offer of reason just made him sigh, "Fine. But then back to reality." You roll your eyes and shoot him a smile. You knew Zoro was just being a butthead. Exiting your “room” together allowed you to bump into Robin and Chopper. “Looking cuter than usual, papa.” Chopper basked in the compliments and gave you a twirl. He found a big red bowtie and some matching blue shorts.

Robin was wearing a royal blue jacket that resembled a ringmaster's coat. She offered a warm but tired smile. “Where’s Usopp?” “Right here my sweets!~” Sanji emerged with a red-eyed Pinocchio. Sanji was dressed in simple black and blue attire while Usopp managed to find something of a forest green. You yourself decided on a vampy look. A black dress with red mesh for sleeves and a pair of deep red chunky heels. Who gives a shit about practically when you look sexy?

Luffy emerged scratching his rear with Nami swatting his hand away. He was in his usual chances but was convinced to put on a normal T-shirt with a star design. Nami looked like a magician's assistant with a similar smoky black vest and plum skirt combo that complimented her figure nicely. Brooks looked as though he was auditioning for the part of a lion with how voluminous his fro was looking.

You nodded at each other and he spoke, “I’d say we clean up rather nicely for having just been shipwrecked.” It was good to see him returning to his elegant self. “Of course, we can’t just parade around as is. So.. I brought masks!” You gleamed while holding up a shopping bag. A mix of groans and snickering.

Everyone took a mask that hid their face completely or partly. To be fair, it would be easy to spot the Straw Hat crew even without the literal skeleton following around. Seeing the sun begin to dip you all decided to get going before night. On the way everyone soon fell into pleasant conversation while following you and Zoro.

“Okay, first we eat! Then, we can play games.” Luffy cheered while running to the outdoor food court. Zoro (finally smiling) rolled his eyes and chuckled,” I’ll go with him and make sure he doesn’t eat the stall itself.” Robin took Chopper to the bounce house while Sanji’s interest was captured by a woman in a red leotard. Usopp was looking around some of the merchant stalls and you were happy to trail behind Brooks as he began to try his bones at ring toss.

The night was a serene affair with warm, salty air, and a gentle breeze that stirred the surrounding foliage. Sitting on a bench overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment. As you looked around, you noticed that the darkness of the area was a bit creepy, but the beauty of the surroundings made up for it. Your friends had survived a shipwreck and were now enjoying the town's festival, but you had no idea what it was about.

Looking over the crowd, you saw many people, including children, wearing masks of all shapes and sizes. As the newest member of the group, you didn't even have a wanted poster yet. Since you always hid your face, there was no point in wearing a mask, right?

Just as you were about to remove your sweaty mask, you heard deep chuckling, sounds of thunder, and children screaming. The mixture of sounds was strange and unnerving, and you felt a sense of curiosity rising within you. Turning away from the ocean, you followed the sounds and found yourself making your way towards the fun house.

Children began to pour through the back doors of the fun house as you did your best not to bump into anyone. Coincidentally, Brooks and Usopp had the same idea. “AHH Y/N DON’T DO THAT!” Usopp shrieked, jumping into Brooks' bony arms and immediately falling. The surrounding children found this amusing. “It’s not MY fault if you’re so jumpy.” You dusted off your heels and looked around. Things seem to be calmer now but something about the house seemed…. Off.

Brooks seemed to sense your discomfort. “Maybe the lady would prefer if we left this area? We could still catch up to the captain and grab some tea before the show.” You shook your head, ”Nah, I’ll be okay. Let’s go in together though. There’s something strange about this house.”

Taking one last look at the outside the three of you stumble into the “fun” house. ‘Fun house my ass,’ you thought while trying to regain your footing. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you realized it was indeed an old house. However, it was decorated more to the liking of some 1860s vampires. There was the faint smell of mothballs.

“This looks more like a horror house,” Usopp quipped and began touching the walls. Brooks was silent looking at a skeletal dummy in the corner. You placed a hand on his scapula,” Yeah buddy, try not to think about it too much.” Slowly you all made your way into a corridor that split into different hallways. “Do we split or stay together?” You wondered out loud.

“Ya don’t get a choice, sweetheart.” A gruff voice answered.

Suddenly the floor gave out from under your doormat, “Y/N!!” the unusual duo screamed with hands outstretched. You slide under the floor, barely missing their fingertips. A metal slide was delivering you somewhere but there could only be a basement under the house, right? Seeing a neon light at the end of the circular tunnel you stopped yourself before falling out completely. You placed a hand out to feel some surface before slipping and dropping onto a concrete floor.

“Fuck,” this was harder than the sandy landing you were blessed with earlier. After regaining your breathing and sitting up your eye finally adjusted and noticed that the neon light was actually multiple lights. Surrounding you was a maze of silly mirrors that distorted your image completely. “No wonder those kids got out. But NOOO I just had to bring Scooby and the gang in here!” You rubbed your sore ass before dusting off. Thankfully, your heels weren’t broken and you didn’t feel any bumps on your head.

But, getting outta this one was going to take some skill. You notice that the wood surface you felt was another trapdoor that spits you out. However, it was already closed, and no telling when it would open again. Your only option would be to try the maze and do your best. Sighing you pulled out a little tube of red lipstick from your cleavage. Better to Hansel and Gretel your way out than be lost the whole night. That was if you made it out at all. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. The staff has to do a sweep and my friends wouldn’t leave without me anyway.’

The thoughts you offered yourself held comfort. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel scared. Particularly, it felt as if someone was watching you. Looking around the room and doing a little head shake you strolled up to one of the mirrors and fixed yourself before uncapping the deep red lipstick and touching up your lips.

However, your gaze wandered and you could see something watching you from behind another mirror. “Ah!” you turned around suddenly with your back against the cold glass. Nothing, of course, was there. Simply a figure of your imagination.

But, you knew something was there. And you began to mark each mirror with an angry red slash. Looking over your shoulder gave you little security.

Wait….

Great, now you were hearing things. Because you could’ve sworn you heard a faint,” Yo ho,” and the sound of men's boots following you. “I need to get the fuck outta here.” Step, step, step, step, silence. What was the voice you heard before you fell? It was too deep to be Usopp but also not mature enough to be Brooks. Maybe someone over a monitor was watching you guys? Finally, with mercy, you reached a door that led to a staircase. Taking small quiet steps you held your breath and felt relief when you heard no sounds behind you.

Just as you were about to reach the door it was flung open and strong cold hands grabbed you. “Y/N!!!” You felt a familiar long nose and afro in your face crushing you into a tight hug. Your sweet goofballs have found you! Returning the hug with much vigor you breathed a sigh of relief. “Now don’t you ever disappear through the floor again!” Brooks scolded, waving his arms widely. You let out a soft giggle and he couldn’t help but let the anger melt away. “I can’t promise anything. But what happened to you guys?” Usopp began to spin a wild tale about fighting off monsters and being the one to locate you. “There is Pinocchio ass goes again,” mumbled Brooks rolling his sockets. You could see why those kids were scared. But something deep down inside told you that it wasn’t because of the mirrors. “Let’s get outta here already. I’m sure the others are looking for us.”

The trio made their way to the food court where Luffy was arguing the advertised size of a Jumbo Philly cheesesteak hotdog with an embarrassed Nami and Zoro patting his stomach. Robin was enjoying some warm tea in a travel mug and Chopper had gotten you a big soft pretzel. “Nice job papas,” you mused and rubbed his head affectionately. Sanji strolled up (having just been banned from the kissing booth) and handed Nami a cake plushie. “Something sweet for someone sweet~” She rolled her eyes but accepted the plush peace offering. You tried to shake off the past events but could see Brooks whispering to Luffy and Zoro.

They looked at each other and continued to talk in hushed whispers.

Looking around you realized the booths seemed to be… Deserted. There was no life in them anymore. “I think it’s time for the show. Let’s get going.” Zoro took the lead and everyone gathered their goods. He bumped his hip with yours slightly and you looked up from your pretzel. The green bean haired male raised a single eyebrow at you and you shrugged looking ahead. It’s not like you actually got trapped down there. It was just.. nothing. “It was nothing,” your explanation is accepted, for now, as the Green giant hummed in response. You decided to hang back a little and joined hands with Robin and Nami. Chopper got to ride on Usopp's shoulders for the sake of time.

Arriving at the big top you all paid 4 bounty a ticket. It was a little dark when you first stepped in. Looking around you decided to take hold of Zoro's arm for a little help walking. Luffy whipped out a wad of cotton candy and you traded half your pretzel for it. A hum of excited children and families surrounded you all as everyone took their seats in the middle of the stands.

Suddenly, the spotlight came on and a huge puff of smoke developed inside the ring. Whipping your eyes, you found yourself staring at all the performers. You even saw the lion from earlier! Searching for the man that gave you the flier your eyes tried capturing everyone from the sea of entertainers. Acrobats, jugglers, contortionists, and… a single clown?

His eyes were closed but he stood in the center of all the chaos. Around you, children and parents lost their minds cheering, clapping, and waving to all the performers.

Finally, the clown opened his eyes. He wore a ringmaster's coat, nothing like Robins, and sported a blood-orange pirate hat. Two blue ‘ribbons’ (you guessed) hung from either side of his hat. The boots he wore didn’t look like performance shoes either. And the makeup he wore didn’t look like a typical clown. He had painted his mouth into a permanent blood-red smile. And then you noticed his nose. It looked as though he tapped a rather large orange to his face.

Wait. Did you just see the nostrils twitch as he breathed?

“Huh, that’s pretty strange-” “BINKY?!” Luffy shouted prompting Nami to immediately slap her hand over his loud mouth. “SHHHH!” she hissed into his ear. But she herself looked slightly worried.

The clown man immediately seemed to shift his focus on the group ahead of him. Zoro was now sitting tensely and at attention. “Psst, whose Binky?” you whispered. “Tell you later. Right now, we all need to leave this circus.” Your brow furrowed. Leave? Over a pirate clown?

“There’s no way we could get up without him seeing us,” said Usopp, putting a hand on your shoulder. You could tell his energy was off. “I knew I remembered that voice from somewhere.” Luffy’s smile deepened into a frown. Everyone was acting so fucking weird. You were about to voice your concerns when a familiar voice cut you off-

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, children of all ages, thank you, truly. It will be my personal pleasure to entertain you all this evening.~”

The clown had now stepped closer to your group. Zoro tugged your sleave but you couldn't help take your eyes off the flashy clown before you.

“Oh…”

You caught yourself about to speak but quickly bit your lips together. Not to be dramatic, but his eyes were a really fucking pretty shade of green. The blue tones around his eyes complimented them so well. You didn’t hear much of what he said, only noticing when he waved his hands at the other performers who either disappeared or got into place.

Zoro couldn’t help but spare you a glance. “Y/n, are you seriously checking out the clown?!” He grunted through closed teeth. Quickly, you shook your head no and looked around that stadium. Luffy was still frowning. Nami was holding onto his arm and you could see Robin pull Chopper into her lap with Sanji putting a protective face on. “Damn, clown,” was all you heard from the seats next to you.

Placing your hand over Usopps, you try to offer him some comfort by running your thumb over his hand. The first act was a simple trapeze act with the performers mixing it up at the end by juggling and riding a unicycle out. Then there was the lion and sheep man but the routine wasn’t comedic. However, you couldn’t stop sweeping over the crowd looking for that green-eyed clown.

And from the looks of things he had no problem finding you.

“Mmm,” you let go of your ruby lips to see him transfixed on your face, head tilted. Almost like he was studying you. You quickly looked away from the act and touched your cheek. Wait, Fuck. You must have dropped your mask in the funhouse when you fell. Looking out the corner of your side, you could still see him staring at you curiously. You decided to close your eyes and try to land back on earth.

‘Everything is going to be okay. I’m safe right here and Zoro will tell me what happened when we get back to the ship.’ The reasoning was stopped when you heard loud screams.

“OH MY GOD!”

A mother (presumably) had cried out along with many other children.

Opening your eyes, you saw the clown's body standing perfectly still as the lion’s face made a puffy expression.

“HE ATE HIS HEAD! HE ATE HIS HEAD!”

Regrettably, you couldn’t stop the, “Oh Shit!” that came out of your mouth causing you to gain a few harsh glares from the parents around. Unconsciously rising to your feet, you leaned in closer to see the damage done. “Where’s his blood?” A few children began to cry a disembodied voice could be heard from the lion.

The sheepman ran over, opened the lion's jaws, and the clown's body walked over and plopped his head back on like nothing happened. The stands fell silent once more before more cheering and screams EXPLODED from the people around you.

“Y/n sit down.”

Oops, forgot you were still standing.

The clown seemed to be drinking in all the attention and flashed an admittedly sexy smile. He raised his arms over his head and a hush fell over the people. “Thank you all for your attention. Now for this next act, I need a volunteer please.” If you weren’t interested before you sure were now, even if you didn’t raise your hand. Zoro, clearly annoyed began to tug at your hand, “Y/n sit-”

“Would the young lady with the cherry red lips please step forward?”

You were blinded once more by the other spotlight as you held your hands up to protect your vision. The light dimmed a bit and you could see everyone, staring at you expectantly, excluding your crew mates.

They were busy staring at the clown in front of you with an outstretched hand. Taking his cue, he shot you a wink and urged you forward. If only your feet would cooperate.

“Don’t be shy now. I don’t bite~” he teased while flashing his teeth. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t do something for you. Not to mention there was this little heartbeat down there that started-

“Aww, maybe she’s shy. Everyone! Let’s give this young lady a round of applause!”

He raised his arms once again and began to clap along with everyone. A single gloved hand shot out towards you urging you to take its hold. Softly pressing your smaller hand into it you were then gently tugged forward towards the ring.

However, you couldn’t feel your legs and as you stepped forward your heels betrayed you again, leading you to tumble down the stands into the arms of the clown before you with your lips-”

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Yandere Pirate England/ British Empire England with a cute little captive nsfw. (I don't know why, but I imagine his little captive is a nation like him)

That is definitely a fun idea, I'll try to stay clear of the politics involved with him capturing a country and just focus on the sexy time stuff, with a little introduction to it because the devil is in the details

1p England/Arthur Kirkland

So I personally think England is at his most yandereish self as an empire, because he wants to own his beloved, he sees them as his belonging

He's technically an empire and a pirate at the same time, because no one can do shit about it and he wants to have fun

Anyways if you manage to capture his attention you're basically fucked because he has so much international control

If you're one of his colonies you don't really have much choice but we're going with you being a none controlled country

(I'll make up a country for use at some point, that will be personified by what you guys want)

You'll be brought onto his pirate ship, and chained to his massive bed, and left there to stew for a while, because he's a sadist and a power hungry asshole, he wants to show you he's in control

England does think he's entitled to you, which makes it very hard to reason with him. Because why should he let his treasure go?

If you resist too much the first time you're going to be chained to the bed with iron chains, because resistance is useless. If you accept it he will use silk to tie you up, because he wants to show you how well you're treated when you submit

There will be a lot of teasing, if he can he wants to make you cry from sexual frustration

You being small and cute only makes you a bigger target because it makes him feel powerful and taller

He'll find your most sensitive spots and stroke them painfully slowly.

He'll circle his fingers in light brushes around your most private areas, never touching completely, but just enough to make arousal shoot through your body like fireworks

His possessive bites will make your stomach curl into a ball and when the sweet relief of your stomach no longer doing acrobatics comes, he will find yet another soft spot to bite

He will drag out the teasing for as long as it takes to make you beg for him and cry in frustration

And when you finally beg he won't even give you what you want, no he wants more, he wants you to swear your mind, body and soul to him, he'll offer to ease the frustration if you swear yourself to him

When you've done that only then will he take you, and he will make sure it's the best fuck you've ever had, or at least he likes to think that

You're going to be treated kind of like a consort/concubine, when you start behaving, which is good but he also expects you to do whatever he asks of you, regardless of what it is.

If you are a good little treasure he might actually stick to just fucking you,

You will get more power the closer you get to him, so pleasing him in the bed is the best way to actually gain influence

Beware tho that you will not be able to leave him for many centuries, because he stays in power for so fucking long, so just acting like you're his perfect little plaything will ensure your survival and good treatment from him

But if you do leave him at his weakest he will be super fucking mad and it will change him for the worse, because he might have tricked himself into thinking you like him. Which of course is a delusion, but shit is going to hit the fan, he will do anything he can to hurt those closest to you or anything that matters to you. He'll be so filled with wrath that he will do anything to make you feel what he feels, which also involves going back to his habit of sleeping around a lot

You will never be truly free, he will torment you forever until you give up or die, either way your most peaceful option is to accept your fate, if you stay with him and act like a submissive and sweet wife, then you will have an easy life, he's very rarely prone to violence towards a significant other and with time he calms down a little and becomes less sadistic, ish.

If things go well he might actually want to marry you and treat you almost like an equal, letting you make decisions that affect you both, etc

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Anyway this got longer than expected with a lot of politics and not as much nsfw stuff I'd planned but hope you like it regardless!

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #lemon #aph hetalia #1p England #aph england #arthur kirkland #Hetalia lemon #hetalia smut #pirate england #hetalia england

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Construction Corner (Joel Miller AU) Episode 5: The Peña Family

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: Filming out of town has Joel thinking about the past and the future

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Joel’s POV, Alternate Universe, cameos galore, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction, allusions to sexy times, dry humping (?)

A/N: This episode took so much longer to finish than I had hoped. Thank you for hanging in there with me while life got busy and then threw me a curveball. We only have the Epilogue left after this! Huge thank you to @wheresarizona for the beta and for letting her Learning to Live Javier and Cielito come play in Construction Corner!

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Want to get dinner?

Joel presses send and sets his phone down on the nightstand. He has to admit, texting does have its uses. He’s getting faster at it too, which definitely helps. He continues putting his clothes for the week into the hotel drawers while he awaits your reply.

Filming weeks spent in hotels were not his favorite, but this project had captured his imagination, and he was eager to get started. He enjoyed all types of projects – the ones when he was teaching a useful skill, like fixing plumbing, and the kinds that allowed him to design something interesting.

This one had to be his favorite, though. He spent hours drafting plans, taking into account the homeowner’s ideas but also adding some of his own. Just thinking about it gave him a bounce in his step as he organized his jeans and t-shirts in the drawer.

Of course, being in a hotel also had advantages as far as you were concerned.

He had kept you in his home and in his bed for as long as he possibly could over the weekend, reluctantly letting you leave yesterday afternoon so you could pack for the week. In fairness, you seemed reluctant to go.

It just all felt so good. Eating breakfast with you at the kitchen table. Watching a movie, snuggled under a blanket on the couch. The quiet domesticity of the weekend just felt… right.

Then there was the sex – nothing quiet or domestic about that. Joel adjusts his jeans as memories of the noises you made – how you called his name and begged for more – wash over him, causing his cock to swell against his zipper.

You were so enthusiastic and free. In those moments with you, looking deep into your eyes while he buried himself in your warm heat… he could see the future.

His phone chimes on the nightstand, pulling him from his reverie.

Sure. Maybe breakfast too ;-) Lobby in 5?

He snorts out a laugh but then stares down at his phone screen, puzzled. He replies in the affirmative and scratches at his scruff absentmindedly as he stuffs his wallet in his jeans pocket and switches off the lights.

You are already in the lobby when the elevator doors open, sitting in an armchair and flipping through a Laredo travel guide. Warmth rushes over his body at just the sight of you. Your easy smile when you spot him is like a warm hug. He can’t help the dopey grin that spreads across his face.

“Ready to go? I heard of a good place downtown. We can take my car,” you say, gathering your belongings.

“Sounds good, sunshine, but first… what does this mean?” he holds up his phone, pointing to the collection of symbols you had texted him.

“It’s called an emoji, Joel. It’s a winking face, see?” you turn his phone sideways and wink at him. “Sarah hasn’t taught you those yet?”

He squints and looks at it again. Just when he thought he was getting it… He shakes his head and follows you out the door with a chuckle.

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It happens sometimes that a homeowner is reluctant to accept help on their project. Usually, their spouse had been the one to apply to the show. The ones who were actively hostile to the idea were quickly weeded out, while some who just needed some convincing made it through.

Today is one that needs some convincing.

Joel had been looking forward to this project since he saw the initial photos. Now, standing in the Peña’s backyard, looking up at their massive oak tree, he can barely contain his excitement.

The homeowner next to him, Javier, is another story.

“I really do know how to do this. I built the whole sunroom by myself,” Javier grumbles next to him. His wife ducks under his arm to wrap her arms around his waist.

Joel had met a lot of couples over the course of filming this show, but these two are special. The way they look at each other… it’s like the other hung the moon. He glances up and spots you across the lawn. Might you look at him like that someday? Could he be so lucky?

“I know you do, but it has been a year, Javi. The children are getting restless,” Cielito teases her husband gently. Javier’s face softens at the mention of his children, and he looks up at the unfinished treehouse—a generous description for the collection of boards nailed to the tree—and sighs.

“Look,” Joel turns towards the couple, “I’m just here to help. I can tell you know your stuff. Big projects – heck, even small ones – are difficult when you have little ones runnin’ around.”

“That’s the truth,” Javier chuckles, dragging a hand down his face and smoothing his mustache. The three Peña children had been packed off with their grandfather that morning for the duration of the project but would be back for the reveal in a few days.

“Let’s build a treehouse that will be the envy of the neighborhood this week so you can focus on spendin’ time with your kids and each other. Deal?” he extends his hand toward Javier.

Javier grabs his hand for a firm handshake, “Deal.”

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Joel could watch you all day – he kind of has. It’s a good thing Javier Peña is so handy. The project may have suffered otherwise.

The two of you barely made it through the hotel room door before he pulled you on top of him, fully clothed, on the bed – like a couple of teenagers. You’re an angel above him – breathless and moaning. You feel so good against him. Your softness against his hardness. His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to continue rocking against his cock.

It started as making out, you teasing him by grinding into him while he hiked your skirt up your legs, but he watched as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, and your eyes went hazy. Your teasing became focused as you chased your pleasure on his clothed cock.

He’s just along for the show now, and that is just fine. Your whimpers as you angle your hips just right and speed up your rocking are driving him wild. If he was younger, he’d probably have come in his pants by now. Points to middle-age.

“Does that feel good, sunshine,” he rasps as he digs his fingers into your hips, and you moan in response. His cock jumps, and a satisfied little smile flits across your face. You know what you do to him.

Your brow furrows in concentration, a little line forming on your forehead, so you must be getting close. He loves that he has started to notice these little signs. He’s not an expert on your body yet, but he wants to be.

Your breath catches as your legs clamp around his hips, and you shudder through your orgasm. He strokes down your back as you relax onto his chest, then slide off to snuggle into his side.

Right or wrong, Joel had neglected his personal life while Sarah grew up. He went on a date here or there or met someone in a bar, but he hadn’t even been interested in anything serious. Lately, though, with Sarah thriving off at college, he’s been thinking more about himself.

And he’s been thinking about you.

Beautiful, smart, kind, capable, remarkable you.

It has only been a few weeks since he found out you were single, and the world tilted on its axis. It feels like so much longer, though, with all that has happened between you.

“Do you think anyone has noticed that I haven’t been sleeping in my room?” you muse lazily, dragging your fingers down his chest.

“I have a feelin’ they have. I’ve been gettin’ some looks.”

“Does it bother you? The crew knowing?”

“Not one fuckin’ bit, sunshine. You?” he shifts on his side so he can see your reaction more clearly.

You shake your head and kiss him gently. Your soft lips molding perfectly with his own. You snuggle into his side, letting out a satisfied, sleepy sigh. “I love you, Joel.”

Your eyes pop open, and you clasp a hand over your mouth. His heartbeat pounds in his ears.

You look at him, panicked, “I didn’t mean t-to say that – it’s too soon… you’re freaked out. I mean—I mean it, I just…”

“Calm down, sunshine,” he pulls your frantically fluttering hand into his own and presses it to his chest over the rapid thumping of his heart. He gazes deep into your eyes until you are fully focused on him and have started breathing again. “I love you, too.”

“You do?” you exhale in relief.

“Absolutely.” He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into your knuckles. “I’m kinda glad you said it first, though. Lord knows I was gonna say it soon,” he chuckles. “In the back of my mind, I worry that I’m rushin’ you – goin’ too fast – because I just know. Now I know you know too.”

“I do know,” you whisper, tears sparkling in the corners of your eyes, and his heart feels too big in his chest. How did he get so lucky?

He bends down to capture your mouth with his own, imbuing the kiss with all the feelings he can’t put into words. You meet him eagerly. A little later, when that line forms on your forehead again, he kisses it gently as you both tip over the edge together.

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“Ok, kids, your dad worked really hard this week. Are you ready to see what he built for you?” The three Peña children stand lined up in the backyard, dutifully covering their eyes. Joel crouches beside them.

“Yes!” they scream in unison. Javier and Cielito stand on either side of them, beaming.

“Then… open your eyes!”

Three sets of brown eyes are uncovered, followed by three little voices squealing with excitement.

He has to admit, it turned out well. He wanted to build a place that could grow with the Peña children, from being the crow’s nest of a pirate ship, to the top of a castle tower, to a hangout to read in.

He had the same philosophy when he built Sarah’s playhouse. She taught her stuffed animals the alphabet there, served him soft drinks through a drive-up window, and even cashed checks with Monopoly money.

Javier clears his throat, interrupting Joel’s trip down memory lane. “Thanks, Joel. I don’t know how much longer it would have taken me to do this on my own.”

“It’s been my pleasure helpin’ you out. I hope y’all enjoy it together. They grow up so fast,” Joel’s voice catches in his throat as he watches the kids scramble up the ladder and pop their heads out the windows, waving to their parents below.

For just a moment, it’s Sarah’s curly head popping out of the window.

Her playhouse stayed in the backyard long after she was done playing with it, but he couldn’t bear to tear it down. It made him sad – the idea of her growing up – but as he watched her come into her own as a bright, considerate young adult, he realized he was missing out on the present by holding on so tightly to the past.

Sarah has so many wonderful adventures in front of her, and Joel can’t wait to see what she does with her life. He still looks at the photo albums of her as a little kid, but not with sadness that those days are gone, but with gladness for the times they spent together.

Joel clears his throat and turns to Javier, “Get up there and make some memories.” Javier nods and follows his kids up the ladder.

Joel looks across the yard to where you’ve been watching and catches your eye. Sarah isn’t the only one with adventures ahead of her. There’s so much time ahead for him too. Time for making more memories with her and time for new memories with you. He can’t wait.

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A/N: This episode’s cameo comes from Narcos via Learning to Live by @wheresarizona

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Base Yandere Jack Frost Headcanons (+ Scenario) Jack Frost Nipping At Your Nose (Rise Of The Guardians) (ROTG)

#JackFrost #Yandere #YandereJackFrost #YandereROTG YandereRiseOfTheGuardians #YandereScenarios #YandereHeadcanons #Headcanons #Scenarios #ROTG #RiseOfTheGuardians #JackFrostROTG #JackFrostxReader #Reader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins and welcome to one of FIVE Christmas yanderes I am doing this years. First Up is Jack Frost, so please do Enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Jack Frost IS Over 100 years AT LEAST and is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine just make sure you are not being gross or illegal about it. Also that you separate fiction from reality. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life.)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Jack Frost From the Rise of The Guardians-

.Jack Frost is a free spirit and loves to just have fun and make joy for people.

.Though he does not like that no one knows who he is.

.When more and more kids know who he is the more he is seen and he loves it.

.Though there is someone who is no longer a child who belives in him.

.Grown up and still believing in Jack he does not know how to talk to you.

.Kids were easy enough they loved snow days.

.Also he feels something he has never felt before.

.He would first try and follow you without you seeing him.

.The more he would watch you the more he would fall for you.

.It becomes darker and dark each time he is away from you.

.He goes to the north and he is concerned that you an adult could still see not just Jack but all of them.

.You still have hope and wonder about the world.

.Jack is always the type of guy to make you laugh and smile.

.When you are grumpy he will get you in a snowball fight to let loose and have fun.

.Though if someone threw a snowball at you too hard he would not be happy with that at all.

.He would be the type of yandere that is a bit of a stalker but in a more casual way.

.He just so happens to be outside your work.

.To be escorting you from home to the store and so on.

.Also since no one else can see him he uses that to his advantage where you would not be able to tell him to go away if he was annoying you.

.He also uses not being seen to his advantage when you go on a date with rivals.

.They will slip on ice a lot or get snow blasted at them so much they get sick and they cannot even go on the date in the first place.

.Or freeze the car battery and so on.

.That is right Jack is a bit of a jerk and petty type of yandere when it comes to rivals.

.He confesses to you while ice skating with you.

.Being sweet and kind that you most likely would not be able to say no.

.Though if you do he is shocked he thought everything was going so well.

.He will become unstable and maybe a snowstorm will engulf your town as he tries to calm down.

.This cannot be you could have not said no.

.Though you are most likely going to say yes to him and kiss him. Not caring that it looks like to any adult watching that you are kissing the air.

.He would lift you up and fly with you.

.He would also make it so that the moon would make you into a spirit like him. That way he will never ever lose you.

-THOSE ARE HIS TRAITS NOW ONTO A SCENARIO-

(No One's POV)

Jack Frost started to make it snow in your hometown. You did not care for the snow but you also did not hate it. You much more liked it when you were a kid and could play in it. But now shoveling it was a pain. Jack Frost was having his usual fun when a snowball hits the back of your head. The kids scatter and Jack Frost winced. Thinking you could not see him. You turn around and look to see who did it. Your eyes land on Jack and they widen. He was Jack Frost you remember him from when you were just a child.

"Jack!" You call making him freeze and stare. "Jack Frost!"

He knew you now did mean him and he is frozen as you throw your shovel down and run across the street to meet him.

"You can see me?" He asks shocked not knowing what else to say.

"Of course, I can!" You laugh. "Wow, you really have not changed a bit, not even your clothes."

He was confused. How did one of the many hundreds of kids he met, is able to see him as an adult? Also looking at you, your cheeks darken a bit with the blood rushing to them from the cold.

It made his stomach do flip-flops. "I got to go!" He says and zooms off.

He had talked to the north who said he knew. You were one of the very few if only now, adults that kept their childhood wonder and hope. A very, very rare thing indeed. Jack asked if he would be able to spend time with you. North told him yes, though he could not neglect his duties, the children came first.

He agreed and went out to do some of his duties before he went to see you again.

Once he got back to you he sees you talking to some man holding hands with him. Jack felt a knot in his stomach and he quickly made the ice appear under the man who slipped and almost took you with him.

He did not know what this was but he DID NOT like sharing you with anyone. You Are HIS!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all of my muffins!]

#yandere #yandere jack frost #yandere rotg #yandere rise of the guardians #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #scenarios #headcanons #rise of the guardians #rotg #rotg jack frost #jack frost x reader

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