#Please for the love of god help I’m slowly losing hope of being able to transion

[transaviator]

I once again scream tj the voice for help!

As my blog name states, I am a trans Aviator, and as such it’s very fucking hard to find resources for me.

lgbtqia+ pilots are already a minority, much less trans pilots, I’m just looking for peeps in Aerospace prosfessions rhat I could ask a lot of questions too, if you’re queer even better.

I know this is unusually professional and I’m not about that. So other trans pilots HmU 💜

#aviation #pilot #transgirl #transgender #aerospace industry #professional help #Professional pilots #Trans Pilots #Transgender Pilots #Please for the love of god help I’m slowly losing hope of being able to transion

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Alone || Simon “Ghost” Riley ||

A/n: Takes place during the mission Alone, though Ghost took a bullet for you, so you decide to patch him up where both of your feelings slip out.

Prompts Used:

“come on… wake up. please… please wake up”

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand?”

“i’ll get blood on your shirt…”

[ BANDAGE ]:the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

" don't you touch her”

" i love you. i... i know this isn't the best time or place but... i do. i love you. "

It had all happened so fast, the gun in your face was something you weren’t expecting from someone who you were working with, someone you tursted.

“Step forward Y/n.”

You tried not to flinch from Graves voice though you were suddenly pulled back, Ghost broad back blocking your view. "don't you touch her” the man snarled.

“You do not want to do this, hand the medic over Ghost.”

Then the situation got worse, Alejandro got captured. You were pushed to the ground as Ghost started to take men out then the next thing you knew you were being carried off.

You were panting from how fast you ran though it finally dawned on you that Ghost was the one by your side. Panicking you watched as the man start to slump forward, you did your best to steady him against the wall of one of the buildings. “Shit! Ghost.” Seeing his eyes closed you started to rationalize what to do. Hand shaking, you slowly reached up pulling his mask off. You did your best to fight the warmth creeping up your face not expecting the man to be so handsome.

“Don’t think about that! He needs you.” Placing your fingers against his neck you felt relief flood through you feeling a pulse. “Thank god.”

Standing up, you glanced around spotting a Military van a few feet away. Once you were sure no one was near by you slowly crept towards the van. Luck being on your side when you found a medic bag. Taking a breath to calm yourself you snatched the bag rushing off to the unconscious man. Kneeling down in front of him, you started to slowly peel off the vest he wore. Blinking back the tears you started to patch the bullet wound, the bullet he took for you. Sniffling you wiped his blood off of your hands. “come on… wake up. please… please wake up”

Hearing a groan, you sat up wanting to hug the man but refrained from doing so. “Ghost?”

“Shit…Y/n.You’re alive? Where the hell.” Placing his hands on his cheek he was surprised not to feel his mask.

“I’m sorry, I had to take it off. I had to make sure you were alive.”

Simon tensed, part of him wanted to yell at you, scream at you asking why you would do such a thing. But then he remembered Graves pointing a gun at you, that he wanted you for something. He hated that feeling, that gut wrenching feeling about the thought of losing you. How could he blame you when you save his life. “It’s fine Y/n. You don’t have to cry on me. Not when you did what you had to do.”

Watching him, you frowned seeing how he was struggling to stand. “hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand?” The cars were everywhere meaning they were looking for you, for Ghost, for Soap. God you hoped he made it out alive.

Snorting, Simon grabbed an adrenaline shot. Stabbing it in his chest, he shivered quickly standing up. “i’ll get blood on your shirt…”

“I’m more worried about you dying than the blood on my shirt. Now let’s get going alright.”

“Ya! Ya, we gotta head to the church.” Ghost did his best not to slur though it was becoming a problem.

•+•

It felt like hours getting to the church but you were happy knowing that Soap was alive and Ghost seemed to be doing better which helped your anxiety. Nibbling your lip you stepped closer to the man, his eyes were trained on the window for any signs of Soap.

“I….I never thanked you. For saving me Simon…Ghost.” You quickly corrected yourself though you were surprised to hear the man chuckle.

“You do not need to thank me Y/n. I had my reasons, I wasn’t about it let that bastard get his hands on someone I.” Stopping himself, he could feel your gaze on his back.

“Someone you what?”

Sighing, Simon grabbed his mask then lifted it off his face. If he was going to confess his feelings to you he at least wanted to look you in the eyes and do it, to not be Ghost for once. “Y/n.” Working his jaw he did his best to get the words out, he never experienced anything like this so he was unsure on how to act. "I love you. i... i know this isn't the best time or place but... i do. i love you.”

Blinking, you wanted to make sure that you heard him right. You thought you were hearing things, you thought they this had to be a dream. Simon Riley…Ghost. One of the best agents must admitted that he loved you.

“You…love me?”

“Yes! I rather not repeat myself and I -.” Though he was quickly cut off from your lips pressing against his own.

Breaking the kiss, you grabbed his hand still careful, not wanting to hurt him. “I love you to Simon.”

Sighing, a small smile formed on his face as he pressed his head against your own. “Stay close to my side. Ya….I don’t want to lose ya.”

Smiling, you opened your mouth to reply until you heard Soaps voice on the line. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. We need to play Graves a little visit.”

Letting out a playful growl, Simon pulled you in for another kiss then placed his mask back on his face. “I do love it when you get angry.”

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@redpool

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[beelsari]

OM! Brothers reacting to MC’s heat!

this is Beel’s version of this!!vv

Smut mdni

soft dom Beel x female anatomy reader

Let me know who you want want next!!

Beel

Your heat is going to be the death of Beel. He can smell your sweet sex and hormones all throughout the house, making his stomach constantly growl. He wants to devour you and you want nothing more. He’s been so desperate he stole a pair of your panties from the laundry and has been fucking his fist with them. He feels so disgusting but he can’t help it, you drive him crazy. You’re not doing much better either, constantly rutting against your pillows, crying for more. All you can think about is Beel’s huge body against yours, completely using you. You dream about his big hands running up and down your body, whimpering under his touch. Both you and Beel are about to break.

It’s late and you’re frustrated in your bed from no sexual release. You get up to get something to eat, trying desperately to take your mind off the burning sensation for pleasure in your core. As you get closer to the kitchen you hear low groans which makes you pause. You slowly creep up to the doorframe and peek in to see Beel leaning on the counter, sweaty and flushed, pleasuring himself. “Ah- MC please you smell so good- I need you” he moans quietly to himself. You immediately become flushed, knees weak and panting at the sight. Your heat creating an intense desire in your core, stronger than ever. Beel turns around quickly, face filled with embarrassment, worried that one of his brothers found him like this, all because of you. When he turns and sees you in your state he almost cums immediately. He rushes over to you, “MC! Are you okay?” He questions in a panic hoping you didn’t see him fucking his fist to you. Standing before you like this is torture for him, he wants to desperately to rip all your clothes off and bend you over the counter for his late night snack. He is suddenly surprised to you kissing him fervently, pulling him out of thought. He immediately wraps his huge hands over your waist and leans over you, kissing you impossibly deeper. You’re drunk off him, feeling fuzzy as he glides his hands all over you, completely swallowing you into him. He pulls away slowly leaving you mouth open panting and brain fuzzy. “MC…if you kiss me like that, I won’t be able to control myself.” He groans out just as flushed as you. “lose control for me please, I need you beel” as soon as you whine this out you’re immediately thrown over his shoulder, being carried back to your room. “God MC you’re gonna be the end of me” beel growls as he practically runs back to your room.

He opens the door and lays you on the bed. Beel is immediately on top of you kissing from your neck down to your stomach, giving you butterflies. As you look down you see a line of dark hickies starting from your neck all the way down your stomach. Beel loves kissing and licking all over you, his cock is straining so hard against his pants they could burst. His hard cock is the last thing on his mind, he can’t stop licking down your body, he needs to taste you now. He reaches your core and shred your panties off, completely destroying them. He looks at your pretty sex with hearts in his eyes “ ‘m so hungry sugar, gonna let me have a taste?” He groans out. He looks up at your pretty face to see you nodding and raising your hips to reach his face. With that he gives you a big smirk, “I’m awfully tired baby would you mind sitting on my face?” He moans while laying down and raising you up. He lifts you up right over his face while you squeak. “Sit down honey, relax I got you” he says as he pull your hips to rest on his face. He starts at a fast pace, lost in eating his meal. he’s groaning and whining into your core, bucking his hips in the air because of how turned on he is. He wants to please you so bad and loves doing it. you’re whining and moans urge him to keep going. Your head is fuzzy and your grinding your hips against beels face. he can feel you about to cum, he pulls you into his face more by your thighs as you shakes and cum all over his face. You look back at beel’s hard cock in his pants and see a huge wet spot from all his pre-cum. As you’re looking at his cock, you feel beel pick you up and stand up. you wrap your legs loosely around his waist as he holds you up with one hand and undoes his pants with the other. That’s when you feel his huge cock spring against your core. “You feel what you’ve done to me honey? Gonna bounce you on my cock all night my sweet sugar” he grunts into your ear. “Beel please I need it, help me please” you whine out. That’s when his feel his cock slowly enter you. He whines at how good you feel and you moan in his ear. You try moving but beel has you completely against his chest, his huge arms keeping you in place. “Don’t run sugar just take it all, can you do that my sweet girl?” He whimpers in your ear while filling you completely. You squeak out, completely brain dead on beels cock. He’s filling all your senses, getting you drunk on him and only him. he’s groaning while in pure heaven, he feels like an angel again. He needed this so bad he’s gonna take you all night, overstimulating you and himself but he can take it. You both cum so much , your heat was over the next day. After that Beel is always around or attached to you, he can’t get enough of his precious sugar.

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[phonydiaries]

Worse for The Wear, P X Reader

Disclaimer: I've barely progressed past the first miniboss in Lies of P and I don't want to spoil the story for myself so I'm going off of information pretty much exclusively based on gifsets and screenshots,,, so if some of this isn't lore-accurate pls forgive me! it's indulgent fluff. Also if you enjoy this short piece and want to read more from me please tell me! I'd love to interact with this fandom more. Thanks, hope you enjoy!

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As you kneel under the dank and decrepit streetlights, your knees are dirty, damp, and freezing cold against the pavement of Krat Station. Couldn’t this stranger have chosen a more convenient place to lose consciousness, you wonder. Perhaps he could’ve collapsed in a setting just slightly less dramatic than a torrential downpour? You’ll be sure to ask him as soon as he awakes. If he awakes. God, you hope he does. 

You came upon him by accident really. Weaving your way through alleyways, dimly lit and speckled with decaying automatons. Miraculously you were able to avoid being detected, though the boy now lying in front of you wasn’t so lucky. The sight of him made your heart sink; limbs strewn about on the ground, his face equally obscured by dark soaked locks over his eyes and the wet pavement pressed against his cheek. The poor thing’s once-white shirt was discolored to a near black, smeared with slick tarry oil. Against your better judgment, you stopped to make sure he was alright.

With one arm you reach around the man’s torso and ungracefully heave him into a face-up position. As gently as you can, you adjust so his head is allowed to rest in your lap. The stranger's face, like his clothes, is marred with automaton grease; streaked across the bridge of his nose, caught in his dark angular brows, blotting his delicate mouth. He looks elegant somehow, even in his current state. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes in, shallow. Breath! He is alive! Curious, you ever so slowly bring two fingers to the man’s mouth and carefully wipe away a smear of oil. As you go to inspect the material closer, something closes, steely and cold, around your wrist. Startled, you yelp and your eyes dart to whatever is now clutching your arm. A masterfully crafted hand of pure steel curls its fingers around your wrist. The metal chills you to the bone. Monetarily frozen, you catch a glimpse of brilliant blue glinting in the eyes of the stranger, like sunlight diffused through seaglass. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” You say, your voice a bit more shrill than you would like. The stranger's eyes narrow momentarily, but quickly soften. His energy is clearly limited, without much to be spent on anything other than remaining conscious. This is clearly evidenced by the immediate loosening of his grip as his head lolls back into your lap. 

“Oh…” You murmur, watching him with some concern. It’s difficult somehow to work up the courage to ask for more details on his injuries. You find yourself somewhat distracted by the beauty radiating from his waifish face. Your hand slides into place, cupping his pale cheek against your palm. His skin is soft, but cold. He can’t stay out in this storm much longer if he’s to have any chance at recovery. He seems to have momentarily slipped back into sleep, and so you take the opportunity to swipe away a lock of dark hair covering one eye.

“Sir,” you say softly “Can you stand? I’ll help you out of this rain if you’re able.” 

He stirs then. His lids flutter, heavy, as if each time he blinks it becomes harder to keep his eyes open. Your heart jumps a bit at the sight of it. 

“Please,” You trace the line of his sharp cheekbone “I’d be happy to get us both out of this mess.”

The stranger says nothing, but nods, and leans forward in an attempt at becoming upright once again. You preemptively hold your arms open, and he falls somewhat awkwardly into your chest. He’s heavier than you expected for someone with such a slight build! Although the mechanized arm probably accounts for most of it. With a bit of strain on your knees, you’re able to hoist him up into a standing -albeit hunched- position, his arm slung haphazardly around your shoulders. You swear a whimper escapes his lips as his chin dips into the nape of your neck. You try to focus on the task at hand, but have to admit to yourself that the feeling of his breath on your skin is electrifying. 

“Where -um- which way did you come from?” 

The stranger lifts his head just barely and looks around, obviously dazed. His gaze settles ahead and he raises his mechanical arm in a weak gesture towards a structure in the distance. You recognize it as Hotel Krat, a place you know of, but have never actually been. 

“There?” You ask, and the weary boy nods. In preparation for the journey ahead, you adjust your stance slightly. “Onwards and upwards then…” You mutter; and the two of you stumble forward stepping on each other's toes occasionally. Slowly but surely, you head towards shelter. 

The interior of the hotel is lit warmly, inviting and decorated beautifully. Under better circumstances you would’ve taken ample time to admire the whole place, but as soon as you step through the doors your companion collapses against the wall. He sucks in a sharp breath of air at his shoulders collision with the wall. Quickly you come to his aid, holding him steady at the waist and offering up your shoulder once again for him to lean on. Through a thick curtain of thoroughly drenched dark hair he looks at you, appreciative. 

“Thank you.” 

And the words are so soft, so melodic, you have to wonder if you only imagined it. Stunned, you respond simply,

“You’re welcome.”

You feel those striking blue eyes dance across your face, making it wildly difficult to think straight, much less speak. A sudden realization comes upon you; that in this moment you want nothing more in the world than to stay here, even freezing cold and soaked to the bone, taking in the sight of this man. 

You notice just above his brow there’s still remnants of that black liquid. Absent-mindedly, you move your hand from your companion’s waist to wipe it away, leaning in ever so slightly to get a closer look. The boy catches your hand halfway. At first you think he’s swatting it away, but instead he stares at it with undivided attention, as if it were some rare treasure. Silently he intertwines his fingers with yours. For a moment, you’re frozen again, a jolt of blue lightning shooting up your spine at the quiet intimacy of the gesture. The mysterious boy inches closer, his nose grazing yours as he places a tender, appreciative kiss on your lips. You feel your face flush and reflexively tighten your grip on his hand. This seems to startle him and he stumbles out of the kiss. Your hand, however, is still holding tight to his, and so the two of you take a short sweet tumble onto the glossy floor. 

Quickly you attempt to readjust, but you’ve landed conveniently head first against the boy's chest, so close you can hear a mechanical whirring beneath his skin. Your companion lifts your face with his human hand and inspects it carefully for injury. He squints, but seems satisfied that the only thing bruised by the fall is your ego. Carefully, the boy stands, pulling you up with him. His mouth curls into a kind smile, which becomes a melodic laugh gracefully escaping his lips. 

We’re even now, you think to yourself.

 Now we’ve both helped each other up. 

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#hurt/comfort #p x reader #pinocchio x reader #lies of p #GN reader

[uollop]

Okay so that Eriks fic of the reader’s daughter clutching onto him wailing and crying and the reader not recognizing him has my heart is pieces. I’m here to humbly get on my knees and beg for a continuation of some kind. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

(SPOILERS) Where?

Content: SPOILERS for Trigun 98 & Stampede, Fem! Reader, angst with a good ending

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: Ask and you shall recieve! I had two anons ask for a happy ending so I will oblige! Hope you enjoy!

Previous Part

Eriks wasn't stupid by any means. When he saw that little girl running towards him on that day in the market, he knew who she was immediately. He could never forget that child's smile, and it helped that she happened to be holding a toy that he had bought for her a long time ago.

When she latched onto his leg, crying, calling him "daddy", he felt guilt settle in the pit of his stomach. He had never wanted to leave her behind. To leave you behind. When he realized what he had done to Knives, though, he was terrified that something similar would happen to you and Iris. So he left, making sure his coat was in a place where you could find it. He knew it wasn't a proper goodbye, but he figured that it was better than nothing.

As Iris cried and held onto his leg, he realized you weren't with her. He nervously began to attempt to gently pull his daughter off of him. He wasn't sure where you were, but he wasn't sure if he could keep his composure- or his secret identity- if he saw you.

"Iris!" He heard your voice in the distance. God, how he wanted to relish in the sound of your voice for a moment, but he knew how much you cared for this girl and, with how loud she was being as she called for him, he was certain you'd find your way to the two of them soon.

"Daddy!"

"Iris... Let go, please." He whispered as the child looked up at him and shook her head, hugging his leg tighter, "I found you! Mommy will be so happy-"

"Iris! Leave that poor man alone..!" There it is again, that voice of yours, but much closer this time. Eriks' breath hitches, his head immediately lowering so that he didn't have to look at you. He wasn't sure if he could handle seeing your face right now as tears already began to fill his eyes at the sound of his daughter's sobs.

He felt you pull Iris away. A lonely feeling washed over him as he felt his daughter's hands leave his leg. "Mommy, let me go!" The child screamed as you pulled her away. With every cry, he felt his guilt worsen. Maybe it had been the wrong idea to leave the two of you behind.

He was about to turn to leave, finding it would be a good idea to get out of here before he gave into her cries, when he hears footsteps coming towards him. Iris quickly clutched onto the front of his shirt and began to cry again, "I missed you! We both missed you! When are you coming home?"

Eriks could feel his heart shatter at her words. The urge to wrap his arms around her and hug her, tell her that he's sorry, tell her that he wanted to come home was so strong. He stares at the girl for a moment before he sees your hand begin to reach for her again.

"I'm sorry, sir... She lost her father. It's been-"

"It's okay," he cut you off quickly, slowly embracing Iris, "losing a loved one is... hard." Being able to hold his daughter was one of the things he had missed the most while he was off parading around with a new identity. Another thing he missed, though, was you. He slowly brought his eyes up to look into yours, his heart sinking a bit when he finally sees you.

You looked so tired. Dark bags had sunken into the area under your eyes, but he couldn't help but admire how you looked. He loved you so much, and looking at you right now made his repressed emotions sing with a need to comfort you.

When you look into his eyes, the face you make has him thinking for a moment that you saw through his new identity. That you knew it was him. A part of him desperately wished for you to call his real name, but you stayed silent.

"I'm sorry you lost your father," Eriks continues as he rubs his daughter's back, "I'm sure he... I'm sure he cared a lot about you," he looks back up at you again, trying to hide the strain in his voice "about both of you."

He heard a soft 'thank you' escape your lips as you reached forward, taking Iris by the hand and pulling her away again. Erik's guilt worsened as Iris began to scream and cry again. He quickly turned and began to walk away. He had to, before he did something stupid.

That night, he was restless. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind swirling with ideas of what to do. He had made up his mind about halfway through his walk to his current residence. He was going to come back home. He just had to figure out how to go about it. Should he do something grand or something subtle? Something lighthearted or something serious?

Would you be upset? You should be. He wouldn't blame you if you were. He reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out a necklace that sat around his neck, his wedding band resting on the string. It was one of the only mementos of his past that he allowed himself to keep.

As he stared at the ring, his desperation to see you grew. He was going to go to see you. Now. He had already told Lina and her grandmother before they went to bed that he was going to be leaving. The two of them had helped him freshen up. A quick shave and a haircut and he was already starting to look like his old self again. It felt weird seeing himself look like Vash again instead of Eriks.

He quickly gathered what little belongings he had and made his way out of the house. He knew the way to your home by heart. It was a small place that you two had built together. He knew exactly where it was.

It took about an hour for him to arrive. It was well into the night by now. Would you be asleep?

He stood in front of the door for a moment, contemplating whether or not this was a good idea. He glanced through the window, seeing that there were still two seats at the table. Now, though, instead of the highchair that he remembered, there was a third chair with a booster seat.

He had missed two years of his daughter growing up. He had missed her first steps. He had missed her second and third birthday. He looked through the window for a moment longer before the lights suddenly flickered on. He sees you shuffle into the kitchen, your form enveloped in something. Was that his coat? He watches as you glance at the table, before you move past it and grab a glass to fill with water. He watches you move quietly. He hadn't seen you in so long, anything that you could do right now he would still find beautiful.

You turn and walk towards the table, sitting down and placing the glass on the wood before hugging the jacket closer to yourself.

He couldn't wait anymore. Seeing you hug the jacket like that when he was right here made him even more desperate to embrace you. He moved back to the door, rapping his knuckles against the oak quickly. It takes a moment before the door opens, your tired form appearing in the frame as you rub your eyes.

"What the hell do you want-" You cut yourself off as you look into familiar eyes. You examined him for a moment before your brows furrow. "Ugh, I'm dreaming again," You groan as you attempt to close the door. Vash quickly grabs the door before you can shut it fully, pulling it open again as you blink in surprise, looking at him again. He didn't know what he should say, so he just gave you a soft smile. He hoped that was enough.

At the sight of his smile, your heart skips a beat. You let go of the door and reach up to cup his face, your hands resting on either one of his cheeks as you stare at him.

"Vash...?" You ask carefully. He nods his head slowly, moving his hand up to yours, rubbing his thumb against you knuckles. You blink again before tears start to well up in your eyes.

"Is... Is it really you? I'm not dreaming?" You asked as you pulled his face closer to you, fingers tracing the mole under his eye. He simply continues to look at you as his own eyes begin to wet. He nods his head again and you let out a mixture between a laugh and a sob.

"Say something, please! I need... I need you to tell me that this is real."

He looks at you for another beat before he leans into you hand on his cheek, "I'm here, my love. I'm home."

Another strangled laugh-sob leaves your mouth as you pull him into a tight hug. You buried your head into his shoulder as you cried, holding him as if you were worried he would leave again. You stayed like that for a while, holding him and sobbing as he stroked your hair and shushed you. You pulled away from the hug after you were sure that this was real and that he wasn't going anywhere. You cupped his face again, pulling him into a kiss full of two years of love that he had missed.

You two spent all night like that, kissing and hugging and crying. Two years without each other was far too long.

In the morning, you have Vash gently wake up Iris. When her eyes opened and she saw her father, she let out a squeal of delight, leaping out of her bed and wrapping her arms around him. Similarly to you, it seemed she couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry as tears flowed down her cheeks despite her giggling. Vash smiled as he was finally able to give his daughter a proper hug, holding her tightly against him as he started to tear up a bit.

It felt good to have a full family again.

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[inourtownofhawkins]

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

Summary: The aftermath of yours and Eddie's time in the Upside Down, and the few times you meet up afterwards.

Author’s note: This fic means the absolute world to me and I hope you guys love it as much as I do. Again, this has been adapted from an Edancy fic so those of you who have read that fic, please don't spoil things for others.

CW: 18+, swearing, smut, signs of PTSD.

Word count: 4.3k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

It was pandemonium at Hawkins Memorial Hospital, with every hall seemingly overflowing with patients, frantic staff, and inconsolable family members. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ask at the front desk where Eddie was, if he was even there, due to the large crowd of desperate people screaming over each other to talk to the clearly overwhelmed receptionist.

Gently pushing your way through the crowd, you raced towards the stairs and almost fell down them numerous times while hurling yourself up them. All you cared about was trying to find Eddie. You checked every room, every bed, but he was nowhere.

You even began to lose hope until you came into the final room, everyone else inside of it was asleep apart from the silhouette of someone sat up and staring out the window made your heart skip a beat. Nervously, you slowly walked towards the figure, pushing back the curtain that separated them, causing the figure to turn around.

“Eddie, you’re here,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. Before any tears could fall, you were gripped into his tight embrace, your face buried into his chest. You clung onto each other for a few minutes before eventually letting go, albeit reluctantly. “I thought you were gone.”

His chuckle made the warm glow in your stomach turn into an inferno, almost to the point where it might’ve exploded out of you. “Nah, sweetheart, you’re stuck with me, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

God, how you loved the sound of him laughing and seeing him smile.

You couldn’t help but blush as you smiled shyly, feeling like an awkward kid again. “I’m glad you’re okay, when are you gonna be sent home?”

Eddie looked at the various bandages and bruises he could see on his arms for a few moments before shrugging and looking back up to you. “Probably later today, I only got a few cuts and bruises. They just wanted to make sure nothing was infected.”

You nodded, another shy smile spreading across your lips. “Did you want me to stay with you?”

There was that damn smile again, the one you felt like he saved just for you. His eyes would shine like starlight, even in the darkest of moments. “Nah, that’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll come by as soon as I can, I promise.” He took your hands in his and pressed a kiss to the back of each one, causing another blush.

His lips felt like sunshine on the hottest summer day against your skin, making you feel warmer than you’d felt in days. While you knew you needed to go, your heart was begging you not to. The rest of the world felt so cold, but wherever Eddie was, there was always warmth.

You squeezed his hands tightly before letting go and leaving the room. There were so many things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them, the fear of rejection was too much.

Driving home, you knew you couldn’t exactly tell anyone you went to see Eddie; your mom would flip, and your dad would probably have some kind of brain aneurism. Nobody knew about your relationship, every time you wanted tell people, you could never find the right words.

You knew Eddie’s reputation and how harshly he was judged for every aspect of his life, and if people knew you were dating, you would be judged just as harshly or perhaps even more than he was. But maybe after everything that had happened, maybe people would be more forgiving.

Arriving home, you didn’t speak much at dinner until you asked to leave the table due to being tired, despite only eating less than half of your meal. While being tired wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t the whole truth of hardly eating and wanting to go to bed. Being riddled with anxiety over Eddie’s wellbeing was driving you insane; you knew he was fine, he was okay, but until you saw him again, you knew the anxiety would continue to eat at your insides.

Once in your room and safely behind a locked door, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to attempt to calm yourself. Not that doing that ever worked, but it was a start.

 Just as you were maybe on some verge of calm, the phone rang. Although it startled you, you eventually picked up the handset and held it to your ear for a few moments before speaking up. “Hello?”

“Sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice on the other side made your rapidly beating heart skip a beat before finally calming, the warm glow starting once more.

“Hi Eddie. Are you out of the hospital yet?”

“Yeah, they let me go a couple hours ago. The trailer’s completely gone so I’m at the school with Wayne right now.”

You nodded, a small smile ghosting across your lips. “How’s that going?”

Eddie sighed and eventually turned it into a groan. “It sucks, the food isn’t that great, and I have to sneak around just to get some peace and quiet. I’ve mostly just been hiding in the drama room.”

You couldn’t help but smile more as you imagined Eddie camping out in his beloved drama room with his D&D set up still there just to get away from everyone.

Out of the months you knew Eddie, you’d only ever been in there once when a session had happened. You’d gotten fed up with waiting for Mike and his friends to come out of the session and had stormed in and demanding they get their asses into the car before you dragged them out. Funnily enough, that was how you met Eddie and the sparks instantly began flying.

“You need me to come and rescue you?” You joked, twirling your fingers around the twisted wire on the phone, once again feeling like the teenager you used to be before everything had happened.

Eddie chuckled, readjusting the phone in his hand. “Of course, princess. Your helpless prince is dying for your return.”

A dark blush came across your cheeks, you’d always secretly loved when Eddie would talk like that to you, even when you’d tell him he was an idiot and to stop, the blushing and your nervous but adorable laugh would tell a very different story – one Eddie knew all too well.

“You think you can wait until tomorrow morning?” You asked, almost shyly.

There was a pause before Eddie spoke up again. “I’ll wait forever for a moment with you. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Then the line went dead as he hung up, with you putting the phone down soon after. Eddie was safe and fine, that was for certain. But there was still a nagging idea in your head that there was something he wasn’t entirely telling you, the only real issue there was you weren’t quite sure how to ask him about it without sounding like an asshole.

That would be tomorrow’s problem, you mused.

In the morning, you woke up bright and early to eat breakfast and head out to the school before anyone would really notice or question where you were going, not that you really had anything to hide. If anyone asked, you were just volunteering, that was… believable.

Arriving at the school, you sped through the halls to try to find Eddie as quickly as possible. It almost reminded you of the hospital but thankfully, there weren’t any crowds you had to push your way through this time. You peeked through the window at the gymnasium to see if Eddie was there, but to the surprise of almost nobody, he wasn’t there.

Although you knew Eddie wouldn’t be eating with everyone else, it was still worth a try. You gave a quick glance towards Wayne before moving on, just to check if he was okay, making a mental note to visit him when you came to properly volunteer the next day.

You took a deep breath as you stood outside the drama room, knowing Eddie would be in there. Well, you hoped he would be in there and waiting for you. You gave a loud round of knocks before opening the door and stepping inside. Sat on his throne, basked in the slightly orange and gold tinted light that shone like a halo around his head, was Eddie.

His face lit up when he saw you, that smile planted firmly on his lips. “My princess finally came to rescue her prince.”

You laughed loudly as you closed the door, walking over to stand beside his throne, instantly feeling the warmth from the stage lighting against your exposed skin. “I told you I’d come! I hope you haven’t been suffering too much without me.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, moving his hand down a little lower to playfully grab your ass before smacking it, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. “All the suffering was worth it now that you’re here, your majesty.”

You playfully hit his arm before playing with some of the fabric on his shirt. Sadly, he wasn’t wearing his Hellfire club shirt, but instead a plain black shirt that had been donated. As much as you wished he had the shirt on, you knew it would only remind both of you of the horrors you’d had to endure and how close you were to losing each other.

Due to your decision to keep the relationship a secret, both of you would always have only fleeting moments of being together before it would be interrupted by someone or something needing your attention. The most time you’d spent together publicly was in The Upside Down of all places, but even then you couldn’t show your true feelings towards each other, there wasn’t enough time to explain to Steve, Robin, or anyone else anything. Although after everything they’d all been through, maybe they would understand and not judge either of you.

No more words were exchanged before Eddie stood up, his hands moving to cup your face as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. The sweet and gentle kisses turned into a long and heavy make out session, Eddie bringing his hands back down your body to your ass to pick you up and effortlessly bring you onto the table, your legs almost automatically opening so he could stand in between them.

While your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging, and grabbing at it, Eddie began slowly pushing up your skirt until it was around your waist, causing both of you to pull away from the kiss to give each other a breathless smirk.

Eddie’s lips moved from your own lips and down to your neck, causing you to shiver a little. You wanted more, you wanted everything he could give you. You moved a little underneath him to try to get more friction between you both, Eddie smirking again against your skin as he began nibbling and biting at your neck, being sure to leave a mark.

You couldn’t help but let a loud moan escape your lips as both the sensation of his teeth on your skin and his fingers slipping into your panties was almost enough to make you cum right then and there, it had been so long since he’d been able to touch you like that – far too long.

You subconsciously bit down hard on your bottom lip, letting out a few quiet whimpers as Eddie began to rub your clit, already feeling as if you were going to burst. Eddie moved his lips back up to yours, both of your lips barely touching as he whispered to you. “God, I’ve missed seeing you like this.” You couldn’t even reply as your eyes rolled back, unable to hold back your release.

Your legs felt like jello as Eddie kept rubbing, causing you to whine a little before that whine turned into a giggle. Grabbing his wrist, you slid off the end of the table and pushed Eddie back into his throne, smirking. “You’ve had your fun; I think it’s my turn now.” You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans open, pulling them down with his boxers as you got down on your knees. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Eddie groaned as he gently pulled on your head to guide your mouth down to his already hard dick, with you ready to begin licking and sucking as soon as his dick entered your mouth. His moans filling the room as his fingers gripped your hair, bringing his dick further into your mouth and throat, causing you to gag a little on it. He let you gag for a few moments before releasing your hair, with you giving one last lick to his dick before standing up.

He smirked as he watched you, picking you up and easily placing you down on the table. Taking off his shirt, he kissed you. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Are you sure you want our first time to be here?” you whispered back, your eyes slowly opening to look up at his.

Eddie nodded slowly, kissing you again softly. “I’m sure, sweetheart. At least here, we won’t get interrupted.” Both of you laughed at that, knowing it was all too true. “Plus, this is where we first met, why wouldn’t I want it here?”

You took off your shirt and unhooked your bra, tossing them to the floor along with Eddie’s shirt before lying back on the table, the cold wood against your back causing goosebumps all over your skin. Kicking off your boots, you shimmied out of your skirt and panties until you were completely naked on the table in front of him, finding Eddie to be just as naked.

You’d been naked in front of each other before, but you’d never had sex – you’d tried, sure, but it was always interrupted, or you just never had enough time. While you didn’t have all the time in the world now, that moment would have to be enough.

Hesitantly, he grabbed a condom from his jean pocket and tore it open, causing you to raise an eyebrow as he rolled it on. “Were you planning this, Munson?”

He blushed darkly, shaking his head quickly. “Not at all, baby. I just happened to have one on hand.”

You smiled, kissing him softly. “I believe it, don’t you worry.”

Climbing onto the table, he positioned himself in between your legs, with you wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking a shaky breath, he slowly slid inside, both of you letting out loud moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and kissed him, not even caring how messy the kiss was.

During the kiss, Eddie slowly began to thrust, both of your moans seemingly getting louder with each one. Your nails dug into his back as you broke off the kiss to tilt your head back. “Fuuuuuck, it feels so good.”

Looking down at your position, he took the opportunity to kiss your neck and bite down, being sure to leave as many marks as possible; he always found it a turn on to see the love bites on your neck or thighs, knowing that he was the cause.

As he bit your neck, he felt your body jerking underneath him, knowing you’d cum soon. “Come on, baby, show me how much you’ve wanted this,” he whispered into your ear, causing you to whimper and moan as you came hard, your nails almost painfully digging into his back.

He thrust harder and faster, causing the table to shake and move slightly with each movement of his hips, but not that either of you even cared. Eddie was dying for his own release, but he wanted to at least try to impress you by lasting longer.

You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, moving his hair away from his neck to move your lips towards it and gently began biting, causing Eddie to moan your name loudly. You smirked against his skin, clearly finding a weak spot.

You kept on gently biting his neck until Eddie whined. “Baby, if you keep this up you’re gonna make me cum.”

Smirking again, you moved your lips to his ear. “Come for me, don’t hold back,” you nibbled at his ear a little before moving back to his neck to gently bite and suck on it, feeling Eddie’s thrusts getting sloppier as he struggled to hold back, he let out one last groan before finally relenting and cumming.

He kissed you softly, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “If I’d known sex was that good, I would’ve done it with you months ago.”

You laughed, holding him close. “You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

“And you’re irresistible.”

You cuddled each other in contempt silence for a few minutes, Eddie nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. If you’d been in an actual bed, both of you could’ve stayed there all day but after catching their breath, the table was starting to get uncomfortable, against everything inside of him, he pulled out from inside you. “I suppose I should let you go; I know everyone would be wondering where you’ve gone.”

You frowned as you got up, but ultimately nodding knowing that he was right. “Alright, fine. But I’m leaving my window open.”

Eddie gave an exaggerated gasp, faking horror. “My sweetheart is offering a man into her bedroom, what will her mother say?”

You shook your head, hitting his arm as you smirked. “Oh, shut up.” Grabbing your clothes from the floor, you began putting them back on, mentally cursing yourself for not having access to a mirror to check if you looked as dishevelled as you felt.

“Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head one last time, you opened the door and stood in the doorway. “I’ll see you later tonight, don’t be late.” You gave him a smile before leaving the room.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

Both of you felt almost daft; there was one thing you both knew they needed to say to each other but of course, both of you were worried the other didn’t feel the same, no matter how clear it was from the way you looked at each other, especially the way you both looked when the other wasn’t looking.

Eddie Munson was in love with you, just as much as you were in love with Eddie Munson. That was a fact, but you were both too scared to tell each other.

Later that night, you couldn’t keep your eyes off your slightly open bedroom window, nervous that Eddie wouldn’t actually come. But the familiar sound of someone climbing onto the garage roof put any nerves at bay, jumping out of bed to help Eddie inside your room as quietly as possible.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. I had to pretend to use the pay phone, so they’d let me out,” he ended the sentence with a quick kiss before slipping out of his jacket and sneakers. You raised an eyebrow as you glanced down to his jeans, with Eddie looking confused for a moment before taking them off.

“I’m not letting you in my bed with jeans on, shirt is fine, jeans are a no-no,” you gave him a sarcastically sweet smile before getting back into bed, pulling aside the covers to let him in. Eddie smiled as he shook his head, climbing into bed beside you before hiding under the covers, bringing you underneath with him.

Under your covers, both of you stared at each other, taking in every small piece of each other. Although it was too dark to really take in any of his features, you had already memorised every inch of Eddie like the back of your hand. “I wanna tell people about us,” you whispered, caressing Eddie’s cheek gently with your thumb.

Eddie looked at you confused for a moment, unsure of what to say. “Why?”

You sighed heavily, almost looking as if you were about to cry. “Because after everything we’ve gone through, I don’t want to keep you hidden. I want to scream it in everyone’s face that we’re together and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it.”

“Are you sure you want to?”

“Do you?”

“Of course, I do, I don’t want to keep sneaking around anymore, you’re not some dirty little secret. You’re my girl.”

You blushed darkly at his words, a ghost of a smile on your lips. It just felt so right to be his girl, no matter what other people’s prejudices would be.

“I love you,” he whispered, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“You love me?”

He repeated himself, using your full name with it too, just to prove his point.

“And how do you know my full name? You looked at my driver’s licence, didn’t you?”

Eddie grimaced before nodding slowly. “I looked at your driver’s licence.”

You shook your head, playfully hitting his arm. “You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

He took your face gently in his hands. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before kissing you softly.

Both of you soon fell asleep together, holding onto each other closely, almost protectively. But by the time you awoke in the morning, the bed beside you was empty and Eddie was gone.

Sighing heavily, you got out of bed and got dressed as quickly as possible to begin packing up your unwanted belongings to be donated to the school. You opened your closet doors and began going through each article of clothing and every box inside, slowly accumulating at least a box worth of things to go. Grabbing a cardboard box from the basement and assembling it, you returned to your room to begin putting the belongings into the box and closing the closet doors.

When you turned back towards your bed, you almost screamed as Eddie was sat upon it, appearing out of almost nowhere. “Jesus, you scared me!”

He chuckled as he looked at you, looking as if you’d seen a ghost. “I did knock!”

You couldn’t help but laugh too as you placed a hand on your still rapidly beating heart. “Right, of course, sorry. I was so massively distracted with sorting all this out, I didn’t hear you.”

He got off the bed to grab the box from you. “Let me help you with that stuff.”

Reluctantly, you let go of the box. “I’ll make up another box and start filling it up, you can just put it down somewhere so we can take them all downstairs together, there isn’t much left.” You sprinted back into the basement to grab a second box and set it up, returning to your room to hand the box to Eddie.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re being organized.” Eddie smiled as he watched you put things into the box.

You hit his arm, unable to contain your blush. “Oh, shut up!”

A knock on the door interrupted you two, with Steve being the one to knock before entering. “You got everything ready?”

You nodded, using some tape to close the box in Eddie’s arms before he gave a slight nod to Steve. “Yup, we managed to fill two boxes. The other is somewhere, not sure where Eddie put it.”

“I put it in front of your chest of draws, didn��t want you to trip over it.” Eddie answered, placing the second box down on top of the first.

“Eddie?” Steve asked, a completely puzzled look on his face as he looked between the two boxes on the floor and you.

You looked confused, too. “Yeah, Eddie’s been helping me. What’s up with that?”

Steve looked like he was about to say one thing but quickly stopped himself, deciding to say something else. “Does he look real to you?”

“Does who look real?”

“Eddie… does he look real?”

You frowned looking between Steve and Eddie stood behind you. “Of course, he looks real, he is real! He’s standing right here!”

Steve rested his hands on your arms, shaking you a little. “No, actually look at him. Properly look at him.”

The façade dropped at that moment, you slowly turning back to look at Eddie. He was wearing his Hellfire Club shirt and bandana, both were covered in blood and torn to pieces. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to tear your eyes away from him, looking back towards Steve.

“I am so sorry. It’s a dream, you dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible.”

A sob escaped your lips before you were able to stop it, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the floor. The horrible truth you’d so desperately denied over the past few days finally resurfaced; the image of seeing your Eddie lying dead outside his trailer, still wearing the handmade bracelet you gave him came flooding back.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your whole body was shaking as you screamed and sobbed, but you couldn’t hear anything. Your mind was still in that awful place, reliving it over and over and over again. Watching Eddie die in your arms, not knowing how you felt about him; you couldn’t bare it.

Now you had to face the truth.

Eddie had been dead the whole time you’d been back in Hawkins, all the time you’d spent together had just been lies, a delusion you’d made because you didn’t want to face the awful truth. But the worst part was knowing that Eddie had died without knowing you loved him, and that you wanted the world to know that you were together.

But now you’d never get the happy ending you both so desperately deserved.

#spilled ink #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader smut

[heaven4lostgirls]

Part two to your general kirigan x grisha!fem!reader please 🙏🏼

Act like you love me

General Kirigan x reader

a/n: hii!! This is a lot longer than I thought it would be however I’m not mad at it!! I hope you enjoy<3

General Kirigan needed to find a way to get you back, but having you understand his plan for power was near the bottom of his list as he needed to gain the trust of Alina Starkov and put his year long plan in motion. His anger was palpable as he saw you helping Alina’s tracker friend through the castle, he was jealous that even if you were just being polite that Mal was able to hear your voice whilst all you ever gave him was a firm nod.

As you passed by General Kirigan you nodded your head and watched as he clenched his jaw, some part of you felt some sick satisfaction that he hated seeing you with anyone else as much as you hated seeing him with Alina.

Talking to Mal didn’t pain you as much as you thought it would, you had both realised that you had both lived at the same orphanage that Alina and him came from only a few years older than him. You two spoke of Keramzin and how odd it was at the Little Palace since you both were never used to such royalty.

Kirigan watched as a smile spread across your face in the middle of an animated conversation with Mal as you both waited for Alina to finish changing in order for him to speak with her.

Jealousy flooded his body as he felt his eyes sharpen into a glare, almost as if you felt his stare you turned around to look at him in an almost doll like confused manner.

His eyebrows furrow as he glares at Mal and suddenly it clicks with you that he’s jealous of the tracker. You almost giggle at how comical that a thousand year old dark heretic is jealous over a mundane tracker.

You realize you could have fun with this and make your way to the ballroom where everyone is conversing and introduce Mal to the important people and make sure to mention that he is ‘important’, to you or to destroying the fold? you never explain and They don’t question you.

Kirigan is slowly losing his patience as he watches you parade Mal around as if you two are together, he resists the urge to have his shadows choke the living daylights out of Mal’s innocent expression.

You’re fighting to smirk everytime you see Kirgans shadows wrap around his clenched fists and Mal seems to notice somethings up before he has to leave to meet Alina, he glances between you and a currently glaring Kirigan and makes the cheeky move to kiss your cheek and scurry away as he watches Kirigan stomp over, abandoning his conversation with someone probably important.

“Y/N” his voice sounds as soft and gentle as the times he murmured it in your ear as he held you face.

“Kirigan” you nod at him before you make a move to walk away from him. His heart broke hearing his last name leave your mouth, it was always Aleksander with him, never Kirigan.

“Don’t- don’t do that y/n, call me Aleksander again, please. Let me be yours again please my love” his voice is calm and collected but only you could hear the underlying desperation under it.

“You chose Alina General, I cannot fault you for that but in doing so you have to know that I will never be second choice to-“

“Stop. You’re never second choose y/n, you are my first, last and everything inbetween. Alina is a means to and end please do not mistake our alliance for anything more than it is, an alliance”

You scoff as you hear the words leave his mouth.

“An alliance Kirigan? Is that what you told Zoya was happening when you would summon me to your chambers at all hours of the night, like a little lapdog waiting at your beck and call, is that what I am to you? An alliance?” You hiss at him, pure venom dripping off your tongue.

“Listen to me y/n, I will love heaven and earth for you, my heart beats for you. Don’t let this be the end of us, you know that I care for you y/n. God dammit I love you!” His voice raises the slightest bit in frustration and it’s enough to have a few guests turn around to see what’s happening but he waves them off with a cool smirk and nod before he turns his dark eyes back to you.

“Love? Kirigan I-“

“Tell me you don’t love me and I will leave you alone”

“I-“

“Tell me your heart does not beat for me as mine does for you, tell me you care not of whether I die trying to tear down the fold. Tell me now”

“I can’t” it’s whispered, soft spoken.

“I love you Aleksander” and suddenly you are being pulled by your arm to the map room where he places you on a table to press his lips to yours.

“You are the reason my blood continues to flow through my veins” he mutters as his forehead leans against yours.

#juliwrites #shadow and bone angst #ben barnes #general kirigan angst #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan #aleksander morozova #ben barnes angst #ben barnes x reader #aleksander x y/n #aleksander Kirigan x reader

[milawritesstuff]

hola, can you please do a blurb where the reader lied to Pedri about not being a virgin because she was insecure. Smut?

I love your fics they bring me joy thank u🫶

A/N: This one is cute but hot. Hope you guys like it.

Warnings: smut ⚠️

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You had been dating for a few months. The topic had came up but you weren’t sure what to tell him. He had girls throwing themselves at him, of course he was experienced. You weren’t and it scared you to admit it to him, scared to lose him.

-A few, not many.- You said when he asked how many you had been with. You had been able to avoid the subject at first, when you were just getting to know each other. But lately it had become more difficult. Every time you two were together the make out sessions became steamier. You were sure he would soon begin to wonder if something was going on because you had came up with a million and one excuses to not go all the way.

You had came over to his house after a game. As soon as you stepped into his house he took you into his arms and leaned in to kiss you. As his tongue parted your lips you felt his hands go down to your ass.

-Great game.- You managed to say in between kisses causing him to smile. He took your hand and guided you to the living room where the two of you sat on the couch.

-Are you hungry?- He asked a few minutes later. You shrugged your shoulders as you continued to watch the movie. His arm around you. -Are you?- You asked him.

He gave you a smug look and smiled. -You know what I want to eat?-

-What?- You asked innocently.

-You.-

You smiled shyly at him. Before you could say anything he had pulled you on top of him and your lips met. Your knees on either side of his body as your lips continued to dance with each other. You felt as his hands went down to your ass and he began to move you to a rythm. You felt him growing harder underneath you as you grew wetter.

Your hands went up to cup his face. His tongue doing whatever it desired inside of your mouth. His hands went up to the hem of your shirt and he slowly pulled it up eventually you pulling away from his mouth to help him take it off. You stared down at him. God he was beautiful. He smiled at you.

-Why are you looking at me like that?- he asked. You smiled. -Eres un guapo.- You said which caused him to giggle.

You leaned down and your lips met again. His hands traveled to your back where he unclasped your bra. You were letting yourself go in the heat of the moment. You knew you wanted this with him. He slowly took your bra off and stared at you as he left your bare chest in front of him. He looked up at you as he slowly lifted himself and took one of your nipples in his mouth. Silence overtook the room minus your moans. His eyes locked with yours as he continued to suck. You began to move over him trying to get any friction in between him and your middle.

You felt as he began to play with the buckle of your pants. That’s when reality set in for you. -Pedri.- You said. He responded with a low -what?- as he continued to move you over him. Your breathing became accelerated but you needed him to know the truth.

-Pedri.- You said now causing him to stop the kisses on your neck. Finally he let go of you and waited for you to say something. You bit your inner lip.

-I lied to you.-

His eyes widened. -About?- You could see his chest moving up and down rapidly. He wasn’t sure what you were going to say.

-I’m a virgin.-

As the words left your mouth you could see how part of his felt relieved while the other part of him was confused.

-But you said that …- You interrupted him.

-I didn’t want you to think I was some niñata without any experience. I’m sorry.-

He smiled at you. -You don’t have to apologize. I love you no matter what. I’m sorry if I pressured you.-

You smiled. This was the first time he said he loved you.

You grabbed his hand and took it in between yours. -No. Pedri trust me I want this with you. I was just scared.-

He looked at you, you felt as his eyes touched your soul. -Do you still want to?- He asked hopeful. You smiled and nodded.

He led you to his room where you laid on the bed. He began to kiss you and soon your tongues were dancing with each other. He slowly took off your pants and you helped him take his clothes off as well. He left kisses on your neck as he whispered -Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?-

He went in between your legs and you could feel like your heart was about to explode out of your body. You smiled as he spread small kisses on your thighs.

His fingers trailing over your folds. -Is this okay?- He asked. You nodded and your breathing grew heavier when he put one finger inside. A low moan escaped your mouth. -Move with me.- He asked as you began to roll your hips against his fingers.

You closed your eyes and let the feeling run through your body. He pulled his fingers out and took them to his mouth where he sucked off your juices.

You helped him take his underwear off and bit your lip as you saw him fully naked in front of you. He placed his hand around himself and began to pump it as he stared at you. He lined himself up with your entrance and looked at you one more time for consent.

-Do it.- You pled.

You closed your eyes as you felt Pedri enter you. A much different feeling from his fingers or yours inside. You felt as Pedri stretched you out and filled you up. A sharp pain through your body as he looked at you.

He didn’t move for a few seconds. -Is it okay if I move?- He asked, his breathing choppy. -Please move.- You responded.

He began to move in and out of you slowly. His lips traveling from your mouth to your neck. You felt as he placed one hand over your throat and the other one behind your ass pushing you against him.

Soon the pain washed away and you began to feel pleasure. An unexplainable feeling filled you up when you heard Pedri’s moans near your ear. You were doing that to him.

-You’re so tight.- He managed to say in between moans. As you grabbed onto his neck you felt pressure build up in your lower stomach. -Pedri. I’m going to come.-

You felt as he thrusted a few more times. -Do it, mami. Come for me.-

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[lonesome-witching]

Stop

Another anonymous prompt. This one has flayed Nancy in what is hopefully a good and unique way. Either way, I do like it so I hope you enjoy it too.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Everything was supposed to be okay. They had fought. They had won. That was supposed to be the end of it. For a while Nancy had hoped it was. She wasn’t foolish enough to truly believe it, but she hoped and when she got tired and was laying in the dark, she prayed. Not that it helped. Not that she really believed in a God anymore. Not one that could help her at least.

So, she wasn’t entirely surprised when everything fell apart again. It was bound to happen at some point. It always happened at some point.

She barely noticed it at first. It happened slowly. It started with her losing control for a few seconds. Robin had been over. She had sat down on the bed, with her long legs folded under her. And she had been rambling.

“There’s just more meaning to it, you know? Like it makes you think of things. It’s kind of like poetry. Not something I’m used to seeing at all. But it was magnificent. Next time you have to come with, Nance. You have to.”

“Won’t you ever shut up?” Nancy shouted. She hadn’t meant it. She hadn’t even thought it. She loved listening to Robin talk about anything. It was her favorite way to fill up the silences that made her think too much. She liked Robin’s voice and the fact she knew something about everything. “I didn’t mean that.”

“It’s alright. I know I talk too much. It’s a problem.” Robin looked away. Down at her hands as she pulled at a piece of loose skin.

“No, it’s not. It’s a blessing,” Nancy said. It felt like an admittance of guilt, telling her that. “I love how you talk. I don’t mind it at all. I don’t even know why I said that. Robin, please don’t stop talking.”

Robin hadn’t. But the next time she saw her, she had talked a mile a minute and Nancy had felt an unmeasurable relief.

But it hadn’t stopped there. Each time she lost control for longer. Each time it felt worse. She shouted at her brother, slapped El, insulted Max, broke Steve’s heart. She pushed everyone away until she couldn’t regain the control over herself anymore. She had been pushed to the back of her own head. Only able to look. Not able to intervene.

“Nancy, I know something is wrong. You just haven’t been acting like yourself anymore. I don’t know what caused it and neither does anyone else. But we want to help you. Will you let us help you?” Robin stood in Nancy’s doorway.

Yes, she wanted to say. Yes, please help me. Thank you for being here. Please don’t leave me. She didn’t say any of that. She couldn’t.

“How do you know what I usually act like? You barely know me.”

“Nance,” Robin pleaded.

“You’re presumptuous, you know? You keep trying and trying and trying. I don’t care about you, Robin. I’ve never cared about you. We’re not friends. You don’t know me. You have to leave me alone.”

“I won’t. I don’t care what you say. I know this isn’t you.”

Nancy got off the bed. At least her body did. She walked towards Robin. “You’re annoying. You’re incessant. You’re weird. You’re a freak.” Nancy`s hands grabbed at Robin’s throat. Squeezing.

“Nance,” Robin sounded like she couldn’t breathe. “You’re hurting me.”

Nancy’s hand was joined by her other. Squeezing tighter.

“Nance, I can’t breathe.”

She watched as fear filled Robin’s eyes. She could feel Robin’s hands pull at her own, Robin’s nails digging in her skin.

Stop, she yelled in her own head. She could hear it echo off her skull. Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP! She couldn’t hurt Robin. She wouldn’t hurt Robin. She had to stop. Whatever took control of her had to stop.

And then her hands let go. She took a step back. Robin’s hands stroked over the skin of her neck. Nancy vaguely registered the tears filling her eyes.

“Robin, I think you should leave,” she said, sounding small and tired. She felt it too.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ficlet

[sitych]

i have never seen anything for clove on here😭 so could i please request a clove x fem!reader :) #justiceforclove

Oh my god I am so so sorry this took me this long to get to. I was super busy with school and my job. This was a little rushed but here it is!!

Clove kentwell x fem Reader

Warnings: None

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As I watched the sword pierce the training dummy in front of me, I was met with a familiar voice. Well more of a yell.

“SHE TOOK MY KNIFE”

The previous confidence I had soon left and as I watched Clove lash out on some poor younger girl who had apparently taken her knife. For the last two weeks Cloves attitude has been off. She’s been distant and more angry than usual. Like a bomb waiting to explode.

We were a week a way from the hunger games. Knowing she was more than likely to volunteer I couldn’t let her go into the games like this.

“Clove, can you help me get a new dummy from the supplies closet please?” I called over in hopes to get her alone for a bit.

A grunt soon followed as I made my way over to the storage closet. I knew she wouldn’t be happy that I was taking time out of her training, so I decided to speak before she got the chance to yell at me.

“What is wrong with you? Why are you being like this?” I mumbled, in fear of what she would say next

“What’s wrong with me is that your taking time out of my training Y/N. The games are in less than a we-“

I cut her Off before she could even finish. “Is that what it is? The games? Clove you don’t have to volunteer.”

“I do. My parents are making me. I need all the practice I can get if I want to survive.” She grumbled

I could tell the strong facade she was putting up was already failing her. The tears were beginning to well in her eyes and her fists were clenching like she was keeping herself from unraveling.

When I heard her sniffle I hugged her not saying a word.

“You don’t Have to.” I whispered quietly.

“If I don’t I’m going to let them all down. I was raised for this Y/N. This is what I’m supposed to do, but if I die out there and I lose you I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” She began to sob.

The last sentence made my heart jump. Lose me? Why would it matter if she lost me?

“What do you mean ‘lose me’ Clove?” I said pulling back from our embrace and looking her in the eyes

“I cant lose you. You mean too much to me, and I don’t want to die knowing I never got to..” she trailed off breaking eye contact

“Got to wha-“

In the blink of an eye her lips were on mine and her hands were in my hair. While I stood there shocked. Slowly, I began to melt into the kiss. Hands finding their home on her waist, and my lips fitting with hers perfectly.

As much as we both hated it, we had to part for air.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I died not knowing if you loved me too.” She whispered

Clove was never this vulnerable. She’s never been anything more than a hard headed angry girl. I was shocked. I’d never known she liked me. Let alone love me.

“How long?” Was all I could manage to get out

“Since our first year of training.”

I was speechless. My words were failing me completely.

So it happened again, my lips were on hers. But instead of me being the one caught off guard. It was her.

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Im so sorry it was so rushed. I completely forgot I even had tumblr. I’ll be doing my best to get the rest of my requests out.

I Love You all so much, thank you for being patient with me.

#clove kentwell #clove kentwell x Reader #the hunger games #fem reader #clove kentwell x fem reader

[taegularities]

! Brief trigger: this is not exactly a rant, it’s a story time but a very long one, pls bear with me 🥲 (also my first ask so there’s that)

Been following you for a while now Rid, I’ve mostly read your standalone fics like love me better, begin, silk & stones, stars behind waves & tale of broken hearts. I consider myself as the type who likes gut wrenching angst that ends in happy ending or at least a feeling of hope at the end. These ones like you had promised, were definitely angst heavy (esp the vmin fics). I prefer not to touch long series coz I fear I might lose interest midway thru & might end up thinking I wasted lots of time reading it since it often happens that authors end up adding bunch of filler scenes in between & im one who doesn’t like that.

So for the longest time I actually ignored cmi, until the amc thing came up & the some of the questions relating to the character arcs were def intriguing for me, & I thought ‘why not just give this one a go?’ The word count for cmi looked quite scary😶 so I took inspiration from seven & tried finishing from start till the recent update within seven days (…peak stupidity LoL) & GOD THE ANGST. I couldn’t help but take a blanket over my head to tear down through the rough patches that followed in midway through the fic…literally every scene was so detailed, it almost felt like I was looking at two people I closely knew & felt sorry for to suffer the miseries of being apart because of the conflicts they’d been facing.

Even if I actually succeeded in completing the 200k wc (the fastest & longest record for me) I was able to enjoy the fic. Maybe coz you actually understand the pacing of the slow burn and wrote their arcs so carefully which allowed the reader to slowly unveil their personalities, their flaws, their growth throughout the fic. I kinda skipped the drabbles in between (i did skim through but didn’t actually focus on them alot) coz the goal was to first read through the main storyline then take my time to unwind & re-read the drabbles after. Honestly this work might be my fav one from you, or any Jungkook fic I’ve read in the entirety of this website. Just wanted to say thanks for crafting such a wonderful piece of literature for us, im thrilled to read further what lays in store for jk & oc after they talked through their differences & patched up. And after reading so much pining that went behind in the past 9(?) parts, I’d actually love only fluff and warmth for this couple (me as angst enthusiast saying this✋🙂). And yes, I’m waiting for the cmi drabble (seven mv jk cross over with cmi jk is an unimaginable menace 🫠) and future parts to be posted sooner too! This couple has my heart💛

this was your first ask?! to lil ole me? 😭 omg hope you still see this one!! i wasn't around much when you sent it, then it got buried – but today i remembered it again and wanted to say hi 🥺

first of all, tysm for reading so many of my fics, and such long ones, too!! like, lmb is a huge ass piece, so im really happy you gave it a shot and enjoyed it, too 🥺 and like, same goes for cmi. it's also so lovely to know that people try out stuff on my page that they usually wouldn't – so it melts my heart that you gave cmi a chance and grew to love it as well!! angst, ikr? me too, i could live off of it :') LOL NOT THE SEVEN DAY CHALLENGE. that's actually so amusing and sweet 🤣 i know the word count is crazy and the chapters tend to get very long, but... i know i'm repeating myself, but i'm incredibly thankful that you tuned in. if you ever want, do read through the drabbles, too, since i think they give a deeper glimpse into the characters' flaws and personalities – no pressure tho!!

once again, thank you. it means the world to me to know you loved it so much. like, fav fic? please i'll sob :'') a lot of fluff incoming (but angst too, so fret not), and i truly hope you enjoy the rest as well. drop by anytime, seriously, i'd love to talk about cmi or anything with you whenever you like!! 🥺🤍

#whenever yall say you could actually picture the scene and feel it all and liked the pacing >>>>>> #once again.. so sorry for the late reply </3 #notes for rid 🌹 #gukievity #fic: colour me in

[drawingconclusions]

THE COVENANT SCHOOL TRAGEDY

I'm always at a loss for words in the midst of tragedies like these that struck the private Christian school in Nashville this past week. What's more, statistics tell us there have already been more than a hundred mass shootings in America in 2023. But the innocent loved ones you lost are more than just statistics, more than just a number. So much more. They are beloved sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, close friends and mentors. It's true, many of us lost friends and relatives during the pandemic, but it's always difficult to hear someone try to tell you they know exactly what you're going through, especially when you're grieving someone lost due to the senseless violence of a mass shooting.

So I'm not here to tell you today that I know exactly how you feel right now. It's nearly impossible for me to do that. It's difficult for you to see or think through your tears right now. And getting through the heartache of losing those dear to you will be a process. Don't try to do it alone. Find a trusted shoulder to cry on. Get help if you need it. And although all the hurt and pain is still so fresh in your heart and it may seem almost callous of me to say this, please make a conscious decision to eventually forgive. Don't let evil win by holding on to bitterness. Resentment will slowly drain your life, cloud your thinking, and gnarl you on the inside, keeping you from God's best for your life.

And as difficult as it may be to accept right now, God still does have a plan for your life. You may falsely accuse God of being responsible for letting your loved ones be taken from you, but He's still there waiting to embrace you, though you may push Him away. Jesus himself knew what it was like to lose a loved one at the hands of injustice. I've previously mentioned this passage before, but my focus is a bit different this time. In Matthew 14:1-14, we read how evil king Herod had John the Baptist (Jesus' relative) killed. Verse 13 says, "When Jesus heard what had happened, he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place." (NIV) It doesn't say what Jesus did as he grieved. I'm sure He prayed about all the hurt He was feeling. I'm sure He shed so many tears over the loss of his close relative. But due to the high demand on Jesus' time and person, within one verse, He had already returned to ministering to the masses that had fervently sought Him out: "…the crowds followed him on foot from the towns. When Jesus landed and saw the large crowds, he had compassion on them and healed their sick." (verse 13b-14, NIV) Obviously, I'm not suggesting that those who were bereft of their loved ones return to all their duties in such short amount of time. The grieving process may take weeks, months, or even years. Take all the necessary time you need and don't rush into things prematurely. But here's my point: Come back to reaching out to others, just as Jesus did. Americans are hurting so much, and they're in dire need of a loving, forgiving God and of true people of faith who will share Him. And that includes believers who have been deeply broken in the past, but have found healing enough to move forward & give back to others.

When the imprisoned and aging apostle Paul was nearing the end of his life, he wrote the following in II Timothy 4:6-7, "For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time has come for my departure. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." (NIV). Paul likened his life to a literal sacrificial offering being poured out on behalf of the countless people he ministered to in the service of God. He literally gave everything he had for the gospel, enduring imprisonments, stonings, numerous beatings & floggings, poverty, shipwrecks, and slander among other things. My hope and prayer is that when we all stand before God for our ultimate healing, you'll be able to say with confidence that, despite all that came your way, you have finished the race well and you have kept the faith without compromise.

[primofate]

Kinktober: Doing it raw for the first time [Modern AU] (Minors do not interact) Not SFW

Notes: And so it comes to this. I’m just jumping in >_> I don’t usually write smut but I guess I was in the mood?

Warning: gosh I don’t know where to start. no protection, rope play, breeding kink, overstim, size kink, praise kink, not proofread, giving head, established relationship. Pretty soft for Albedo and Diluc then it goes a bit hard for the others >_>

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader

Juicy stuff below the cut

Albedo

Albedo was not one to push you into doing things. Even when your bodies were pressed up against each other, the warm touch of his bare skin on yours almost sticky, yet intoxicatingly so.

“Bedo, please,” 

You whimper under him as he slaps his cock against your glistening folds. So pretty, he thought to himself. Even the subtle slap of his cock on your wetness was making him shiver. 

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him easily, his stature might seem small but his work with the fencing sword proved him to be strong and able. He leans in to whisper in your ear, his tip lining up to your opening. “Ready?” His husky breath tickles your ear, but before you could reply, you can feel him stretching you open. 

You close your eyes and throw your head back at how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every inch of him push through you and you hear him stifle a groan. “B-Bedo...!” you mewl his name, feeling him fully for the first time, as he does you. 

“Shhh...” He whispers out, trying to concentrate on the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. Trying to ground himself. Trying not to just plow you through your orgasm. He bottoms out, his whole length buried into your damp hole. He looks down to see how connected the two of you are, face flushed into one of bliss. “...Beautiful, Y/N,” 

Still, he’s calm. He’s calm as he takes his hand and starts rubbing on your sensitive nub. You jerk up and you clench around him, earning another groan. “T-Tight...” He pants, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting squeezed by you. 

And suddenly, both his hands are on your waist again, he pulls out nearly completely, leaving only the tip inside and you lift your head up giving him a questioning look, until he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in one swift motion. “A--aghh!” A strangled moan leaves your mouth as he ruts into you almost violently.

He can’t control himself. It’s different. His bare cock in you. “I-I can’t stop--” the bed creaks, his hold on your waist nearly bruising, pistoning himself. Grunting, groaning, hitting you in all the right spots as he hears you cry out “Mmggh! A-Albedo! There, right there!” 

It’s like fuel for him, chasing his own high and yours. The friction on his cock is unreal. The wetness. The vice-grip. His head is spinning and you watch as he throws his head back in a beautiful moan. “Y/N...!” You watch as his hips continue in a magical pace, your hands suddenly gripping the bedsheets as you arch your back, reaching your orgasm before him, “-t’so good, so good! Albedo I’m cumming!” he thrusts a few more times, you can’t even feel him stiffen, just coming down from your high. He quickly pulls out and fists his cock, spurts of white shooting out to your stomach, grunting “Wish I could cum in you...” 

He rarely says such things, but you grin when he does.

“How about for next time...?” you suggest.

Diluc

He’s a gentle lover...for the most part. But there are days where even he loses control as he stands above you, worshipping your body. How could he not? It was a divine gift from God. Every time the two of you tangled in the sheets, it was a little piece of heaven for him, just seeing you bare and open.

The moans that you give out are even more of a blessing. He loves to please you. Loves to hear his name in whimpers and in squeals. So, his first order of events is tasting you. Letting you cum on his face as much as he wanted, it wasn’t your choice. 

Now he towers over you, your face already flushed out from the two orgasms he has licked out of you. He smiles at the look on your face, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. He lays over you and starts peppering kisses up your jaw, stopping at your ear. “On your front, darling,” He helps you turn, your ass is now grinding against his hardness and he ruts into the smooth surface of your skin as he kisses your neck. He’s deliberately slow, but you’ve anticipated tonight for far too long. “Diluc, I want you...”

He chuckles behind you, but moves up, and prods your opening with his tip. “...You’re...extremely wet...” he whispers in awe. He could guess that you were a lot more excited today than usual. So was he, the tip of his cock seemed a lot more enflamed than usual. 

He pushes in, there’s some resistance but he manages to slide it halfway.

SLAP.

You yelp as you feel his hand smack your ass. “Y/N... God-- Sorry, I--” It was just too good. It was entirely different from usual. You can feel his hands grip on your ass, squeezing it as he finally rests fully inside you. You can’t see it, but he shivers. The way your walls are clamping down on him is sending him to a high.

Slowly, he pulls out halfway and thrusts in again. His pace is mellow, but you can feel every inch of him all the same. His perfect cock curves in the right places, hitting you just as you like it. “Love you, Y/N,” He has his eyes closed as he says this, reveling in the feeling of your warmth. “Love you so much,” and yet his hands are gripping your ass tighter, his pace is quickening. The control he once had is slipping fast and before long all you can hear is the loud slap slap slap of his skin hitting yours. 

The feeling is intense, your face smothered on the bed as he gradually drills into you. “Diluc! Diluc!” that’s the sound he loves. The sound of your fucked-out voice moaning his name. “Ohhh feels so good... your cock feels so good... Don’t stop!” you whimper as his hips thrust at the same time he pulls you down. 

He grits his teeth as he groans, “Cu-cumming!” every thrust he sends you feels like fireworks in your tummy. You stiffen up as the pleasure you feel peaks, you moan into the pillow as you orgasm, a little embarrassed at the feral sounds you were making. “Mine, all mine,” he grunts as he bottoms into you, cumming deep into your walls, and collapsing on top of you, his arms barely able to keep him propped up. He kisses your shoulder as he comes down from his high, still grunting and panting until he slips out of you, spent. 

“You’re a goddess, Y/N,” 

Kaeya

There’s a red blindfold round your head, and your wrists are tied up above it. Kaeya watches as you squirm a little. It’s his favourite type of play, for a special type of occasion. 

Your folds are already glistening for him, and although he didn’t tie your legs up he’s got them spread wide open with his strong hands. He’d been fingering you, getting you ready for his cock. “Please,” 

Of course, he doesn’t make it easy. “Please what, love?” a smirk on his face that you can’t see. “Want you in me...” you whimper out, lifting your hips up a little in hopes that you would find what you were looking for. His cock on your folds. “Whose cock do you want, Y/N?” he continues to tease you with his hands, his finger running a circle around your clit, completely avoiding it. “Yours Kaeya, just yours, please...”

He chuckles at this moment, “Good girl,” and you can feel him shifting his weight, can feel him pushing your knees up to your chest in the breeding position. Then, without any warning, he ruts into you all in one go. “Oh my God!” you keen at the painful and sudden stretch, but a few seconds later as his length pulses in you, fills you up in every corner, stars erupt in your eyes. “More, please, more!” 

You’re not quite sure how loud you’re being, but he’s in total bliss at the raw feeling. “Shit...That’s my girl,” he hammers into you relentlessly, almost painfully but the pain hurts so good. “This pussy’s officially mine,” he grunts as he fucks you out, the rough in and out earning stuttered moans from you. “You cumming, pretty?” his eyes trail down towards your pressed back head, open mouth wailing him praises. “Ohh yes, yes! S-So close!”

He crouches over you and presses your tied hands onto the bed, hips blindingly fast. “Mm, such a good pussy for me. Take it, take it all...” he starts to grunt more, head dipping lower into your neck as he feels the pleasure grip all around him. “Fuck,” he spits out as he stiffens, an animalistic growl escaping his lips just as you grip tighter around him and reach your own high. “Fuuuck, you’re so good, Y/N,” 

He slips out, handfuls of cum spilling out from your hole as he leans his body over yours.

Tartaglia

“Relax babe, you’re always so good at this,” He’s laid out on the bed, arms behind his head as he watches you grind your clothed pussy on his bare cock. Such a sight for sore eyes. Your lids are shut, cheeks are flushed and your mouth open in silent gasps. “You like that, huh?” His smirk is obvious, thoroughly entertained, as if watching a show that was made just for him. 

“Mmhmm...” You whimper, feeling your clit rub against his long, veiny cock. Your voice seems to spur something in him as he reaches out and pulls your panties aside. “Lift up,” he commands you and you follow, propping yourself up on your knees. “Go on now,” his shit-eating grin is almost teasing, but when you line yourself up on him, tip slipping past the tightness allowing you to fully sit on his raw cock for the first time, his grin disappears and is replaced with a strangled, guttural groan. “Oh shit,” his hands grab your hips and stills you, glues you to your sitting spot. 

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he closes his eyes and struggles. “Oh fuck it’s better than I thought,” he inches his hips up a little, provoking a moan from you. “I-I like this better too...” you murmur. You can feel every vein on him, every curve and thickness rubbing against your walls. Slowly he takes his hands away and places it on his side, rutting his hips up, making you bounce slightly and squeal, a signal for you to start.

You waste no time in bouncing up and down on him, hands on his chest, balancing yourself. The only sounds in the bedroom is the slap of skin on skin, your wanton moans and his animalistic growls. “Y/N, fuck,” one of his hands grips your thigh, he can feel his cock grow warmer, feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He’s nearing his orgasm and he can’t keep still anymore. 

He starts plowing up against you. Your bouncing is now fueled by his hips and not your own accord, you scream at how rough he’s going, how his dick kisses your cervix with every hard thrust up. “So deep! More, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” your words string together and are hardly coherent. He takes that as a sign to keep pulling your hips down just as he thrusts up, somehow, one of his hands manage to rub at your clit despite all the bouncing and you tighten up almost immediately.

“Childe!”

“SHIT!”

The two of you scream out at the same time, reaching orgasm mere seconds apart from each other. You collapse on him, and he wraps his arms around you. He takes a few seconds to recover before he flips you over onto the bed. “...You can’t expect me to just go one round... I’m addicted now...”

Xiao

“You want to do it...without this?”

He already has the condom in his hand, and you’re laid out on the bed prettily. “...I’ve been taking birth control instead,” those words has him on top of you in seconds. He’s kissing you fervently, the bulge in his boxers seem to keep growing. Xiao is well-endowed and you know it from the countless times you’ve taken him deep in your throat. 

“I love you, you know that? If you don’t want to it’s okay,”

“I want to,” the words between kisses are fast and heated. He wants to make sure you’re alright with it. He seems gentle now, but the truth is he’s insatiable in bed. He has a hunger for you that doesn’t end. As with any other session, he preps you for his cock with his fingers. One, two, up until the third one stretches you out so well and good that you start asking for more. You start asking for him. 

“Xiao...Want your cock..”

He takes his fingers away and rubs your wetness on him, hoping that the slight lubrication would make it easier for you today. But it’s never easy with him. Every time is like the first time, the painful stretch of his massive girth, the way you feel so full even when it’s just halfway in. 

“C’mere,” he pulls you easily towards the edge of the bed and instructs you to flip over, your ass is hanging on the edge and he thumbs in gently, positioning himself into your damp hole and slowly pushing in. “X-Xiao! S’too big... too much!”

Dear Gods the sensation is a hundred times more intense. He doesn’t even hear you talking about how big he is, he’s lost in the velvety folds of your cunt, in the way your walls stretch out to accommodate to him. He doesn’t answer you and he’s lost in the pleasure, pulling your hips back to make you stretch out all the way and take him all in. “XIAO!” 

You feel like cumming just from him being all the way inside and truthfully he feels the same. He’s afraid he might cum in just a few pumps, so he takes it slow, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, to ease up the stretch you feel. “A-Ah! No! Too much!” 

You start to squirm as his fingers find the sensitive nerves. This time, he hears you and replies. “Shhh... You’re doing well, Y/N,” his fingers rub faster circles on your clit and finally, he feels that he can move a little better now as you keen and rut your hips against his hand. “That’s it...” he whispers and starts at a demonic pace. He can’t help it, it’s too good. “I won’t last long, Y/N,” but you’re already at your orgasm, you’re already reaching your second, his fingers still relentlessly rubbing on you. “The best, it’s the best!” you moan and he watches as your ass bounces on his big cock. “Mmmrghhh... Fuck, so fucking tight,” 

His last few thrusts are brutal. Deep, strong and forceful, until he freezes and unloads inside you with a groan. 

Zhongli

You look at him as you finish up your blowjob. You see him looking down at you on your knees, obediently bobbing your head up and down. Today though, he doesn’t let himself finish in your mouth. He pulls your head back gently and looks you in the eyes. “...Y/N...Let me make you feel good,” 

He gathers you in his arms and places you on his office desk, the papers are strewn around on the floor already. He kisses you hungrily, hands roaming up and down before settling on rubbing you through your underwear. “Zhongli...” He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and this time he pushes your legs apart, his cock is right at your entrance, just waiting for his pushing motion. “Last chance to say no,” he mutters and you answer with a lewd “Fuck me raw,”

He pushes through the muscle of your opening, groaning as he does so. “Gods, Y/N, you’re tighter than usual,” he doesn’t hold back. He knows you can take it and fucks into you rough. He picks you up in his arms as he fucks you and your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He’s making you bounce on his cock at a vicious pace. He can hardly steal a glance at his cock as it disappears right back into your hole. “Zhongli, c-cum in me,” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, as if trapping him. Something snaps inside of him at your words and he maneuvers you onto his office chair and starts pistoning inside of you, his hands gripping the arms tightly. “O-Oh my God. Give it to me, pleasepleasepleaseplease,”

He’s never been this rough before, and you wonder if it’s because of what you said or the fact that he’s doing it raw. He isn’t a very vocal person but today he promises to give you his all. “This.is.all.yours.” he says in between hard thrusts. “Take it all, Y/N, take it--” he stops talking when his pleasure cuts him off, fireworks going off in his head and he shivers on top of you. He growls under his breath and suddenly slaps your cunt, right above the clit and your jerk up with a howl. “FUCK!” 

All of a sudden he’s starting again, he’s fucking into you hard even through your orgasm. “Oh shit! Li! fill me up!” You’re shuddering under him, body out of control at the sheer amount of pleasure he’s giving you, his fingers continue to rub and tap on your clit. “C-Cumming! I’m cumming! OH ff-”

You feel him stop inside of you, and by his low groans you can tell that he’s released his thick strings of cum inside. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Yandere RE8: TRP Part 4

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"Uhh... hello?"

You looked at the woman standing in the stairs. She was wearing a dark veil that matched the rest of her outfit- oh shit, that's a funeral outfit.

I really did pick a bad time to come here, didn't I? She's in mourning, she sees an intruder, and her day went from bad to worst. Yep, she's gonna kill me.

You took one look at the woman and then at all the possible exits: the doors- no, they'd be too heavy to move and what if they're locked? The window- but I'd have to jump out and just because it looks cool in movies to jump through glass, doesn't mean it'll work, Y/n.

So, the only option was to eliminate the threat. Or maybe... defuse it.

"This is your doll, right?" You asked, pointing at the doll, judging by the lace designs on both of their dresses. The woman didn't reply. "It looks like its been... used a lot. To be honest, she's very different than most dolls I've seen, definitely a lot more spookier." You nervously giggled, hoping she didn't mind. "But... she looks like she's been loved. A lot. Despite being broken from a lot of places, someone still took their time to fix her." You smiled sadly, remembering your own doll that Mia had ripped. "Wish I had someone like that. To sew up the wounds and fix them."You mumbled, not really sure if you were talking about your doll or yourself.

"Your doll, she's- she's very pretty. My sister would've liked her." You began. "Which is why I'm here. My family, we were in an accident- I know it was wrong of me to come here without permission, but I need to find my sister, Rose and my father, Ethan." You took a step closer. "They both of have blonde hair. Rose, my sister, she's just 6 months old. She was dressed in a baby pink onesie, bundled up in a blanket. My father, Ethan, he's about this tall and has big blue eyes. I think he was wearing a jacket, with blue denim jeans. H-have you seen them?" You asked, eyes full of hope and voice laced with eagerness.

Please, please let her have seen them. God, please.

Unsurprisingly, the woman didn't reply, but she did turn her head towards the left window. You didn't know whether she was telling you to get out of her house or signalling that they are out there, but you knew you had to leave.

Nodding, you slowly walked towards the window, your heart beating faster as you prayed that this wasn't some sort of trap, hoping she wouldn't attack you from behind because that would be like... really shitty.

But you left the house unharmed, and without looking back at the window because you didn't want to jinx it, you walked towards the forrest once again, thankful that the sun had finally came out.

Where are you guys?

You had been walking for a couple of hours now, the sun had been a bit warmer today, which was good since you hated the snow that surrounded you now. You looked at the map, tracing the path to your new destination. The Salvatore reservoir. It seemed like it would take you a day's journey to get there, and you sure as hell weren't seeing any lake in sight.

God, when will this nightmare end?

You decided to sit on a stone and take some much needed rest. Your feet ached from all the walking, and your calves were cramping. You rolled your head, popping it from the side, before taking off the rifle that had been weighing down, stretching out your arms. Digging through the little back pack you bought from Duke, you pulled out a thermos of coffee and twinkie. You don't know how or where he got it, but Duke had filled your bag with a couple of snacks; saying its for his loyal customer.

So, here you sat, in the middle of the snowy woods, eating a twinkie and drinking a lukewarm coffee. Both didn't taste good, but they're gonna keep you alive so, no complaining.

After drinking the coffee, you rested your head against a tree, recalling last nights events as you waited for the caffeine to kick in.

You tried to make sense of what happened when you got... locked in the basement. You thought you had forgotten about her, Angel. Guess not.

Wait- didn't that lady lock me in the basement? Maybe, she didn't look very hostile, her creepy doll looked scarier than she did.

You laughed at the irony. You always made fun of the horror movies where the family would become so attached to the most horrifying doll, and you'd scream at their stupidity, And yet here you were, falling for the cliche as you found comfort in that creepy doll.

Man, I'm really losing it here.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to come up with the next plan. But the warm coffee had lulled you right to sleep, which was dangerous but you were too tired to care.

Just for a couple of minutes...

You woke up to the sound of growling and heavy steps. And as soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you had definitely slept for far longer than a few minutes. But that was not of concern at the moment. No, it was the source of the growling that had woken you up.

Just about 40 feet away from you were lycans. Plural. Not one, not two, but 5 lycans, and one of them was a really big one.

You held your breath as you watched them wander around; they hadn't spotted you yet, and if you stayed quiet, you hoped they would just go away.

Stilling yourself as much as you could, you watched them with wide eyes. One of them started to walk in your direction, it wasn't looking at you, which meant that it hadn't seen you, but he would if he kept on walking this way.

God, I know we haven't been on good terms, but like c'mon, you gotta give me a break. Please, I love you? Come on, you know this is not how I want to go.

You sent a silent prayer, and perhaps it worked, since the lycan suddenly turned the other way, joining its pack as they started walking deeper into the woods.

Slowly, you began to gather up your things, silently shoving them in your bag, one eye on the lycans and the other one making sure that you don't accidentally drop something that'd cause noise.

Fortunately, you didn't. You swung the bag over your shoulder, and took a step forward, careful not to step on any twigs.

Maybe God did love me. All that time in church-

THWACK!

You jumped back as a huge sheet of snow fell from the trees in front of you. You whipped your head towards the monsters and they all had stopped dead in their tracks. Slowly, one of them turned and if they hadn't heard the snow fall, they'd definitely heard the way your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Then, it growled.

Motherfucker.

You pulled out your gun just as the two of them began running your way. With a quick jump to the side, you dodged them and shot them two times each. Hearing your gun fire, the other two began running your way too, while the larger one stayed behind as it watched. This time, as you shot one of them, the other managed to kick you in the chest hard, throwing you against the rock. Luckily, you didn't hit your head, as you rolled and shot it dead.

Spitting out the blood, you looked back at the last lycan who had already started running your way. You began loading up your gun with trembling hands, but just as you aimed, the lycan took a giant leap and knocked the gun out of your hand.

Fuck.

The giant grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up high before throwing you across the ground. You wheezed, scrambling up to your feet as you began running away from it, its heavy steps following you. It roared angrily behind you, and that only made you ignore the burning pain in your chest as you ran faster.

But of course, God had decided to make you live a cliche horror movie, because you tripped over a fucking branch, making you fall on your stomach. You flipped over instantly, and saw your nightmare come true as the lycan jumped on you.

On pure reflex, you punched it square in the face, which you doubted hurt it more than it hurt you, if anything, the monster was momentarily perplexed, but that was enough for you to slip from under it.

But you were only able to take a few steps away when it suddenly grabbed you by your neck and lifted you up again, snarling as it began opening its mouth, revealing its razor-sharp teeth at you.

God, if you're hearing this, I'm converting to atheism because I did not need this today.

Looking at the horrifying lycan, you prayed one last time before you were eaten by it. Surprisingly, your life did not flash before your eyes, which you were kinda grateful for because you did not need to relive that before your death.

But that moment didn't came. No, what came were familiar moans of pain, and then the sound of a drill, followed by blood splattering on your face as the lycan was sliced vertically from the head to the toe by the aforementioned drill.

The lycan fell to the ground, revealing the pair of soldats that killed them and behind them a smirking Heisenberg, who rested against a tree, tipping his hat at you.

You were far too shocked to say anything, and after a few seconds, the man walked over to you, blocking the view of his monstrous creations just mutilating the lycans.

"So... that was a bit traumatising." He started, chuckling at your stunned face. "You okay, kid?"

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck-

"Yeah." You took his hand, and he helped you up. You groaned at the pain, touching the tender side around the chest where the lycan had hit you. Yeah, you probably broke a rib.

Heisenberg helped you sit down on a tree stump. "Hmm, that bastard kicked you hard didn't it." Wait- "But that was a phenomenal punch you threw at it. Nearly made me burst out laughing."

"You were watching? Why the fuck didn't you come in before!"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you could really handle yourself- which you were pretty good at, but then you lost your gun and it was kinda an unfair match from there on." He pulled out some pills from his coat. "i was just passing by when I saw those lycans moving away. Thats when I pushed the tree which made snow sheet fall and you know the rest from there on."

Your eyes went wide. "You did that on purpose? What the shit, Heisenberg-?! Fuck." You doubled over in pain, clutching your ribs, heaving.

"Shh, stay still, kid. Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." You eyed the bottle before popping two in your mouth. Hey, if he wanted me dead, he wouldn't have saved me from the lycan. "I just wanted to see if you were worth the trouble, and as it turns out, you are."

"You didn't have to almost kill me to see that. And now I've lost my gun. And I don't have any money to buy a new one. I doubt Duke gives freebies." You huffed out.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes. "God, you sure do whine a lot. Here-" He dropped a tiny pouch in your lap. "There's some coins in there. That should be enough to buy you a new gun. And for fucks sake, get a gun with more rounds! You don't have time to be loading a gun mid battle." He huffed. "So, where are you going now?"

You rolled your head from side to side. "Well, I went to the Beneviento house. Didn't find Ethan or Rose there. Now, I'm going to the lake."

"The lake? Huh, well if you survived Donna, then Moreau should be a piece of cake. You got the map? Let me show you the short cut, it's not far from here." You gave him the map and he showed you the directions.

"Where are you going then?"

"Mother Miranda called. Don't worry, I'll keep our meeting a secret." He then nodded at you. "Alright, I'm off now."

"Wait!" Your voice stopped him. "I don't know when I'll see Duke again. And I don't have gun, so what if another pack of lycans come?"

Heisenberg slumped his shoulders as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I gotta do everything by myself." He dog whistled and one of the soldats stopped maiming the lycan and ran to Heisenberg. "From now on, you're gonna listen to her."The soldat looked at you and nodded. "If she tells you to kill, you kill. If she tells you to die, you die. Follow her around and keep her safe." The soldat nodded. Then Heisenberg turned to you. "He's already dead, so don't worry about throwing him in danger. Oh and also, just take him into the sun every once in a while so that his engine can recharge. You'll know when he needs the sun."

You were baffled. "Wait, Heisenberg- how the- what the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Figure it out, kid. Think of him as a guard dog."

You looked at the soldat then at Heisenberg's retreating form, then back at the soldat.

"So..." The soldat stared at you. "You got a name?"

"Handsome." You nodded to yourself as you trudged, using the soldat's arm to support yourself. "That's what I'm gonna call you. Handsome. What do you think?"

The soldat was wearing a metal contraption over its eyes, so you couldn't really tell what it was feeling.

"Well, you don't seem to have any complaints, so from now on, you'll respond to the name "Handsome". Do you understand?"

The soldat nodded.

You laughed. God, the pain meds were either making me stupid or everything else funnier.

You looked at the map again. Just a couple of more minutes and then a right turn. And then you should see the lake- god, this map was confusing as hell.

"So..." you wondered what you should ask the cyborg. Oh right. "You seen Ethan? Blonde man, crazy big eyes. Or a baby, Rose?" The man shook his head no.

Sigh. What else could I ask him? What about how did he die? No, what if that's triggering? I can't handle a Terminator right now. And I don't think I should ask him about his past or anything that'll cause him to have a existential crisis. Ah! I've got it!

"Hey, how do you see?"

The soldat looks down at you for a few seconds then points at his metal contraption.

Wait- is that sarcasm?

You scoff. "Of course, you see with your eyes! I meant, with the whole metal thingy covering them, how do you- oh, there's this vision specs in them."

You smiled. "Hey, you're kinda like Cyclops, yknow-" you were cut off as Handsome suddenly pushed you to the ground, turning on his drill.

"Wait, shit- you don't have to be Cyclops! We can talk this out-" but Handsome was focusing on something else, and that's when you saw it. Two lycans.

Handsome ran and easily maimed them to pieces, I mean, you had to look away from the horrific scene midway.

The soldat returned five minutes later, covered in blood. He extended his hand and you reluctantly took it, letting him support you as you began walking again, your heart still beating like crazy.

But you calmed down when you finally reached the lake, the setting sun gave serene feel to the entire reservoir. You inhaled deeply before looking at Handsome. "Lets go down there." You pointed at the lake.

You were both sitting at the wooden broadwalk, your legs hanging off the ledge. You looked at the water, it wasn't crystal clear, but you could see some fishes swimming around, so at least it wasn't dangerous to life. You looked at Handsome, then at his drill and you realised he was still covered in blood. "Lets get you cleaned up, hm?" You said, pulling out a rag from your bag and dipping it in the cold water below. You began with cleaning up his drill, then dipping the rag back in cold water and cleaning his chest and his other arm.

"Good job back there, Handsome."You smiled as Handsome nodded. "Heisenberg was right, you are kinda like a dog. Hmm, I wonder if..." You tested your theory as you petted him on the head. "Good job, Handsome!" But the soldat only tilted its head in confusion.

"Hmm, perhaps not." You cupped the cold water in your hands and washed your own face, You looked at your reflection in the water. "You wanna go for a swim? I don't mind." Handsome shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of swimming either."

Handsome stared at you. You scoffed. "Oh so you pretend you don't understand what I say, but you want to hear the story? Fine, but I'm only telling you because it might be important later."

You both stared at the water as you began your story. "Well, when I was 15, I had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was at this rich girl's house and I knew she didn't like me, but I was surprised when she had invited me to her place. Yes, a red flag I should've seen from miles ago, but I was young and dumb and desperate to climb the highschool social hierarchy." You chuckled. "Anyways, long story short, one of the guys there pushed me into the pool because I don't know if they thought it was funny to see me drown? By some luck, I managed to grab onto the pool ledge and pull myself up. I immediately left the party, embarrassed and cold and on the verge of breaking down. Then on the way back home, there was this car following me and then some weirdo catcalled me and tried to get me in his car. Now, scared for my life because I watched a lot of Criminal Minds, I ran all the way home, praying that he leaves me alone. I think he stopped when he saw a Range Rover following him, but I don't know. I just rushed back home." You sighed. "You know what happened next? I bursted through the front door, slamming it shut and I turn around to see my dad in the living room, looking surprised to see me. He stood up and looked me up and down and then said, "Y/n? You're drenched completely. And you're messing up the floor. You know what? Mia's in the bathroom right now, why don't you go upstairs and I'll clean up here. You know how she gets when there's water on the wood." And I was just so shocked, that I didn't say anything and went back upstairs. Once I was in the shower, that's when I broke down crying. I almost drowned, almost got kidnapped and my father was worried about me messing up the wooden floor? Hell, he didn't even ask me why I was coming home at midnight." Your tears fell into the lake, making small ripples. You chuckled, "God, I always wondered how tired he must've been from work that day to ignore all these visible signs of distress. I always hated his job, you know? They made him work way too much." You looked at Handsome who was looking at the lake. "Anywho, now you know I can't swim so, save me if I fall into this lake, okay?" He nodded.

You guys sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a question popped up in your mind. "Handsome?" He turned his head towards you, only to see a mischievous smile on your face. "Are you seeing someone?" The man turned his back to the lake, making you laugh. "Ahh, so you like someone. Tell me, is it someone from the village?" The man further turned his head away from you in embarrassment. "Oh come on, tell me! Is it a girl?" He nodded reluctantly, making you punch his arm. "You dog! Does she know?" Handsome shook his head, making you smile. "Tell you what? As a payback for saving me back there, I'll help you get her. I'll be your wingman, Handsome, hm?" He nodded a bit enthusiastically.

"We all deserve good things, Handsome. No matter how we look, or what we are, these things don't really define one's self worth. Its our intentions, you know?" Handsome didn't know, but he nodded anyways.

"Good. Now, lets go check out this place. Keep an eye out for Ethan and Rose, okay?" You told him, not knowing someone was already watching the two of you.

So... thought?

What did you guys think about Handsome? I'm gonna post a pic of him soon if you guys want.

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3:24 am

Armin Arlert x gn!reader

wc: >1k

warning(s): none besides swearing and Armin being a brat (but honestly it’s really funny n cute so <3)

a/n: everyones been losing their mind over grumpy Armin in my relationship hc’s, and I’ve even gotten a request for more Grumpy Armin™️ content - so of course I shall deliver. He’s the best, I love him, and I hope you do too 😩

pt. 2

“‘Jayce, stop, put the gun down! Please, not like this!’

Jayce could barely hear her over the storming rain ricocheting off the hard brick of the buildings surrounding them in the alley and sputtering through the gushing gutters.

‘I’m sorry Marsha, it’s too late…’

‘No!!’”

The muffled gunshots coming from your TV made you gasp and grip onto Armins sleeve tighter, and the mixing bowl, once full of buttery popcorn that you’d been mindlessly shoveling into your mouth for the past hour (now only left with a few spare kernels), went clattering onto the floor.

“Oh, my, god. There’s no way they can kill her off like that! She literally just started her redemption arc and got reunited with her son. She’s gotta live, right?” You look over at Armin and expect to see a mirrored, appalled expression. But instead, you find his head bowed and chin resting against his chest with his arms crossed, and the rest of his body limp against the couch. Ahhh, he’d fallen asleep again.

You run a hand through his soft, fine hair and flip your phone over to take a peek at the time.

3:24

Christ.

You sigh and turn the TV off before you stand up to stretch, groaning at the pull in your lower back and the way your legs shake and knees pop. Turning to look at him one more time, you smile and decide to get a glass of water before you wake him up to come to bed.

You can’t really blame him for falling asleep, as enthralling as the show was. Honestly, you were surprised he even made it to the episode prior. He had a habit of becoming sleepy and incoherent around One, but he managed to make it to Two for you before he gave out. It’s also really cute, the way his head starts lolling back and forth and his mumbles slowly become a little softer, so you aren’t complaining.

Setting the cup in the sink, you make your way back into the living room as you begin to feel your own grogginess start to take over. Your eyes feel heavier, and your limbs just a little bit weaker. As you came into the living room, you chuckled to yourself at the sight of him before you began to wake Armin up.

He was slumped over onto the cushions now, your body no longer there to support his weight, and his hair had become a slightly sweaty mess. It was sticking up in all directions and surely the static from the throw blanket, which is currently wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl, wasn’t helping either.

You did your best to quietly walk over to his sleeping, and slightly snoring, form, grimacing at every creak and wail coming from the hard wood under your feet.

Now, here comes the hard part.

“Baby, hey. You wanna get up and head to bed?” You brushed some hair away from his forehead and whispered softly while you did your best to suppress a yawn.

“Honestly,” Armin slurred, “fuck that bitch.”

You covered your mouth and huffed out a laugh behind it, sorry, what did he say?

You sucked in your lips and took in a deep breath, shaking him gently as you tried again.

His eyes stayed closed, but apparently he had more to say.

“Nope, bye.” He popped the “p” in nope before dragging on the length of his bye, still not moving an inch.

You rested your forehead on his warm shoulder, not able to hold in your giggles anymore. Whether or not it was a good thing that woke him up, who knows.

Standing up to lean over him as he begins to grumble, you watch him yank the blanket over his head and dramatically toss it to the floor, opening his eyes to squint up at you and glare, even going so far to suck his teeth at the sight of you.

Busting into a fit of laughter, you push him into the couch gently, “‘Scuse me?”

He purses his lips and rolls his eyes, furthering the you are literally so annoying agenda he apparently had out for you tonight.

“Yeah, okay buddy. Let’s get -“, cutting you off, a pale hand was shoved in the direction of your face before waving you off with an upturn of his hand.

You stood, mouth wide open in humor and shock, as you watched Armin shuffle his feet along the floor, very slowly making his way to the bedroom. But of course, he had to give you one more glare over his shoulder plus a shake of his head - as if you’d done something wrong - before exiting the living room.

Wow.

But what makes it even better, is by the time you crawl into bed yourself, he’s there waiting for you with sleepy, puppy dog eyes, asking where his baby was cause he was getting lonely in here. He’s lucky those puppy eyes work.

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The Boyz “You watch them jerk off”

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Ask:  It's a kinky one, but how about The Boyz reacting to the reader watching them jerking off/playing with sex toys? 💓💓

A/N: This is.... really dirty. My mind really took over on this one. So this is your warning.

Sangyeon: 

He was loving this, the look on your face, the way your eyes alternated between his face and hand on his cock. He couldn’t help himself but chuckle. “Look at you, you look like an eager puppy.” 

You pouted, you just wanted to touch him so bad. Sangyeon could see that, the eagerness in your eyes as you watched him and well, he was feeling generous. “Come here.” He said, using his free hand to gesture for you to come near. You abided and got closer, not touching him just yet but had a feeling you knew what was coming. After all, you had behaved yourself. 

“You’ve been good, so I’ll let you finish me off.” His voice was serious, watching as your hand carefully trailed up his bare thigh. Your fingers wrapped around his cock gently and you made sure to look at him. Afterall, eye contact was essential to him. 

Jacob: 

Jacob only really did this when he was incredibly needy, otherwise you were there to satsify his needs. Which was why you didn’t think twice when you entered his room, but why you were so surprised to see his cock in his hands. Sweat dripping down his chest, frustrations from practice really having got to him.

“Oh shit.” He cursed, noticing you walk into the room but also not being able to stop his hand from moving. He was just so close, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. “Don’t stop on my account.” You said softly, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Were you that needy?” You asked him, stroking his thighs as he started jerking himself off even harder. Jacon let out a whine, one he himself would consider pathetic, one that you would say was beautiful. 

“Fuck- when you look at me like that- I.” He choked out, throwing his head back as he felt himself cum, splaying over his stomach as he moaned out. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” You smiled, standing up and kissing him on the forehead. You were about to walk away, when he pulled you back. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m done after that.” 

Younghoon: 

It was cute, how unsure he was at this moment. Gently stroking himself as you watched. For Younghoon being so big, he looked so small and shy in this moment it just turned you on more. 

“Come on, don’t get shy on me.” You told him, sitting at the edge of the bed. Younghoon’s eyes locked on yours, only mustering a whimper before he looked away again. Jerking off when he was alone was one thing, but jerking off in front of you... he was so turned on that he was embarrassed of it. He felt pathetic and that made him even closer to cumming. 

“You’re close aren’t you?” You asked, creeping closer to him and drawing your hand from his ankle to up to his thigh. The closer you got to his length, the harsher his whimpers got and the more his hips bucked. “Oh yeah, you definitely are.” His hand slowed down and you ran your pointer finger over the underside of his cock. 

“Please finish me off, I can’t take this.” 

Hyunjae/Jaehyun:

Jaehyun looked at you with hazy eyes, hand lazily stroking his cock as your own hands did a number on yourself. Yes, this is exactly what he wanted when he suggested mutual masturbation. Especially with the way your eyes scanned his body, it made him cocky. 

He continued to stroke his cock, a little faster now and watched as your pace faltered. “Keep up.” He said, voice not giving in once even despite the pleasure he was feeling. You couldn’t help but whimper and shut your eyes, feeling close yourself as your hands worked over your core. “Look at me.” Jaehyun’s voice was commanding and you couldn’t help but listen. 

Your eyes went directly to his hand, wishing it was on you rather than pleasuring himself. He could tell that you needed him, which made this all the more fun for him. Jaehyun leaned over to you, placing his face close to yours. 

“If you’re good and cum with me, I might help you out later.” 

Juyeon: 

He wasn’t particularly shy, especially not about this. Juyeon didn’t even flinch when you entered the room while he had his fist around his cock. No, he more gave you a look that told you to either leave or sit and watch and well, you obviously chose the latter. 

Listening to his moans and watching the veins in his arms get more prominent, you were getting needy yourself. Especially as he locked eyes with you, practically smiling as he did so. You were having a hard time just sitting and watching, fiddling with your hands before dropping down to your knees in front of him. 

“You want to take over? Don’t like watching?” He asked as your hand reached out for his length. You nodded and he sighed, allowing you to take over. Hissing as your hand wrapped around his. He teased you, now you were going to do the same. Or so you thought, until he grabbed your wrist and made you look him the eyes.

“I let you take over, doesn’t mean you can tease.” 

Kevin: 

Kevin was quite insecure when it came to you watching him. It was one thing for you and him to have sex together but another if you just wanted to watch him. But he pushed that aside, because he wanted to please you and well he didn’t regret it. 

“You look so good.” You praised, as he pressed his back to your chest. Your hands were running over chest, shoulders and stroking his face, but not where he needed you. “I bet you’d feel better than I look.” Kevin retorted, hoping his taunts would get you to touch him instead. You laughed a little watching as he picked up the pace. 

“Hmm, nice try.” You said softly in his ear, dragging your nails over his chest lightly as you did so. Getting a moan in response as watched his hand pump even harder. Why this was so hot to him, he had no idea.

“You’re evil.” 

New/Chanhee: 

 Chanhee thrived off of attention like this, there was just something about being the center of attention and well, he knew he looked good. Especially with the way your eyes followed his hands every move. 

He looked so incredibly good but sounded even better, God you could watch him touching himself forever. But you wanted to touch him so bad, you couldn’t help but reach out for his cock. Only for him to pull away and tut at you. 

“I told you not to touch.” Chanhee said and sat back down. You just wanted to make him cum, you just wanted to hear his pretty sounds and you wanted to be the reason for them. “Please.” You pleaded and he shook his head, stroking his cock slowly, teasingly. 

“If you would’ve asked first... maybe. But now, no.” 

Q/Changmin: 

In this moment you were wondering why you had agreed, letting him tie you up so that you wouldn’t be tempted to touch. Yet here you were, still tempted to touch as your fingers fidgeted behind your back and well Changmin could tell. He could tell and he was enjoying it.

“You don’t like just watching, not being able to touch me huh?” His words were strained, jerking himself off quickly as you sat in front of him. You shook your head in response and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m enjoying this though, you look so needy.” He said between moans, knowing just what effect he had on you right now. 

“I’m so close to cumming.” Changmin said and watched you squirm at his words. You just wanted to touch him so bad, you wanted him to touch you so bad. You felt like you were losing and he was just so amused. 

“Watching you like this just turns me on more. It’s fun to see you struggle like this.” 

Haknyeon: 

He was trying to get caught, it was something he was into that you still needed to discover and boy did you discover it. Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed jerking himself off, simply nodding a head in your direction with a smile. It caught you off guard but you, adjusted quickly and sat next to him on the bed. 

His hand didn’t slow down as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “You wanted me to watch didn’t you?” You asked, running your hands over his stomach and listening to him his. You kissed over his shoulders too, moving your lips up and by his ear to kiss his sweet spot. “Mhmm.” He responded to your question, finger tips swiping over his slit and making himself moan. 

“Hmm, maybe you should make yourself cum then, if you wanted to get caught so badly.” You mumbled into his neck, watching his pace pick up and hearing his sounds get louder. God, this was so hot and the fact that he liked being watched like this. 

“I’m so fucking close.” 

Sunwoo: 

When you told him you wanted to watch him, he felt himself get shy. But he would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t like the thought. Especially because Sunwoo loved your eyes so much. Particularly now, that you were on your knees in front of him and looking at him like that. 

He was so hard and turned on he was almost angry, stroking his cock and letting out grunts as he did so. You dragged your tongue over your lips and blinked at him again, eyes locking with his making his hips buck. “You knew what you were doing when you asked this.” He moaned, leaning down to kiss you quickly and not taking his hand off of his cock. 

You watched his hand and licked your lips again, the action not being unnoticed by Sunwoo. He was trained on your facial expressions as you watched him and the fact that you were so turned on watching him, made the tension is stomach get even more intense. 

“Fuck, you like  to watch as much as you like to swallow. Open your mouth.” 

Eric: 

He didn’t understand, he would much rather have you touch him or just have sex with you in general. Eric didn’t understand the appeal, but he tried it because you asked. He didn’t understand the appeal, until he was close to cumming and feeling your hands everywhere except where he wanted you. 

“I thought you said you didn’t like this.” You teased as he whimpered under your touch, his hand not letting up on his pace. He wanted to cum really bad. “I don’t. But this feels so good.” He whined and you allowed your hands to move over his thighs. You dug your nails into them lightly, enough for him to feel it and hiss. 

That was the straw, the thing that made him cum. Eric’s thighs started shaking and cum coated his stomach and thighs as he whimpered.His eyes shutting and you smiled, petting his hair. He was having a hard time opening his eyes after that, but he managed and looked at you with hooded eyes. 

“I- hated that. But fuck, we should do that again. Maybe I watch you this time.” 

A/N: This absolute pure filth like absolute filth. I haven’t written something like this in a long time. @kpoporacle I hope you like it!

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