#and it's like no????? you're the one putting the deposit down on a place???

[genderfluidgothwitch]

Oh MIL is something else today

#apparently she asked my husband about us moving and if we're going to move all three of us (basically asked my husband if were leaving her) #and it's like no????? you're the one putting the deposit down on a place??? #like my MIL is codependent on my husband to the nth degree but we also genuinely can't afford to move without her #and she can't afford to live without us #so we're moving as a family #that's been established since we first talked about getting a place together as a family #but i guess she has it in her head that we don't want to move with her bc we keep 'shooting down her ideas' #and we're just like all we said was we didn't want to live in the same condo complex as my husbands horrible ex friend????? #it's just freaking ridiculous all around #but anyways she wanted to have this convo with my husband again after he had worked a 12+ hour day and he said no he didn't have the energy #and she got defensive about THAT like we're somehow gonna be the ones responsible if we accidentally got locked in another year o the lease #no mom you just really suck at picking places to live #she's thinking short term bc she just wants to get tf out of here (fine; same) and Kaiden and i are thinking about starting a family #we also want a theoretical space for Silas so they don't have to go back to my parents house ever again #but i digress yet again #sigh

[kamiversee]

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✧.* CHAPTER 7 || The Sweet Moments

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, & lots of fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3.3k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——THE NEXT MORNING, you wake up wrapped in a warm embrace. Snuggled up under a thick blanket, you stir awake and notice that you've got Gojo's arm around your waist.

You don't remember how exactly you got like this but, you're not really complaining. There's sunlight peaking through some nearby curtains, the shine leaving a stripe of light through the room.

Carefully, you raise your hand to rub your eyes as you let out a long yawn. Gojo's light snoring can be heard right behind you but, it's oddly comforting. After a minute or two of fully waking yourself up, you spot your phone on the nearby nightstand.

With no idea how it ended up there, you slowly slide out of Gojo's hold slightly to grab the device. Once it's in your hands, the first notification you see is a deposit of two thousand USD deposited into one of your accounts.

Well, at least Gojo isn't flakey with paying you. A little hum leaves you in reaction to the notification and just as you're about to unlock your phone and tend to other things, Gojo's arm gives your waist a little tug.

You turn your head back to him, still sitting halfway up. He's still asleep but he clearly wants you to come back to him. With that in mind, you turn back and move to put your phone back.

The very second your phone is placed back down, Gojo pulls you, and your back is quickly pressed against his hard chest. "Stop movin'." Gojo groans so lowly that your heart skips a beat and you nearly smile.

His voice was so low, so sleepy, and even a little groggy due to his sleepiness but that only made the sound of it sexy in your eyes. You chuckle at his words and purposefully move, this time to turn around and face him.

It was a little difficult to move in his hold but you manage. Once you're facing him you start admiring his resting face.

He looks so... peaceful. Gojo's skin is so clear that it makes you jealous, his eyelashes are so long and pretty-- coated with a bright white shade that only makes them even more mesmerizing to look at and despite his sleeping, his jawline is as sharp as ever.

Unconsciously, you push your head forward and gently kiss along that sharp jawline of his. You're not sure why you did it but it was as though his perfect looks were tempting you to do so.

At first, Gojo doesn't move. That makes you more comfortable as you continue with your kisses. It's peck after peck, each one softer than the last. None of them wake him up though.

Instead, what actually wakes the man is when your chest presses into his. Like the last time you were with each other, you ended up in his shirt. Gojo slept without one so he feels the warmth of your breasts press into his abs as you start kissing underneath his jaw.

Gojo feels like he is about to lose his mind when he realizes you're kissing on him. "Well, isn't this a pleasant way to wake me up..." He hums, his deep voice startling you and causing you to freeze entirely.

His hand moves to rub on the side of your thigh, "Don't stop," He whispers.

You hesitate but eventually, you start back up again with the kisses. Now, Gojo hums with every other kiss he feels. Even that sounded sexy to you. All while his hand gently caressed your leg. Neither of you understood the comfort you found in your actions but it continues for a few minutes.

A core-throbbing groan leaves Gojo as you get to his neck and suck on his skin softly. The sound is then followed by a little chuckle, "Alright, alright, stop." He requests.

You give him one last peck and then grin, "Why?"

"Someone else is startin' to wake up," Gojo says.

You furrow your brows and pull away from him so that you can look at his face. Gojo shifts so that he can look down at you. "Someone else...?" You question innocently.

Gojo lets out an amused scoff, "How are you so innocent? I don't get it."

"Innocent? I'm not..." You frown for a second before you figure out what he meant, "O-Oh!"

The man smiles at you, "So cute."

"Shut up."

"Come shut me up, pretty girl." He purrs.

You roll your eyes, "We're not doing this, Satoru."

He inches closer to you, "You started thisss."

"I made a mistake."

"A good one."

"Bad one." You correct.

Gojo chuckles sleepily again and gives your thigh a light squeeze. "C'mon just one kiss." He suggests.

"Ew, no." Your face scrunches up, "You haven't even brushed your teeth yet."

"So?"

You scoff, "So, that's nasty, idiot."

"You didn't brush your teeth either...." Gojo argues as he slowly puts his face closer to yours.

"Which is why I don't want to kiss you."

"But I wanna kiss you." He whines, sounding almost like a child.

"Oh well, go brush your teeth first." You say sternly.

Gojo perks up a little, "Then I can have a kiss?"

Taking a second to respond, purposefully building up the man's anticipation before saying, "Maybe."

That's all he needed to hear before he let go of you and rolled out the bed. You chuckle to yourself as you watch him rush to his bathroom. The sound of water and him grabbing his toothbrush can be heard, his eagerness is obvious with the slight clattering you hear.

Slowly, you prop yourself up on one arm and wait on him. You even count how long he takes just to tease him about being so needy when he comes back.

Gojo makes sure to brush his teeth and tongue nice and well as fast as he can. When he's done, you hear him swish some mouthwash into his mouth, an obnoxiously loud gargling noise following-- he wanted to make sure you heard him cleaning his mouth out.

After that, you hear him spit it all back into the sink and then dry his mouth. The water shuts off and Gojo moves to stand in the bathroom doorway, pretty eyes glued to you in his bed.

He flashes you a pearly white smile from across the room, "See? All clean."

You ignore his smile, your eyes dropping to his heavenly body shape. No seriously, with the way the light was shining into the room-- it hit Gojo's body perfectly. He almost looked like an angel standing there. With no shirt, his abs were perfectly revealed to you.

Gojo notices where your gaze has gone and looks down at himself. "Y'know, if you take a picture it'll last longer."

"You're so corny." You say jokingly.

He's still smiling at you, "I'm serious. Here, I'll even pose for ya'." Gojo responds playfully.

You thought he was just joking but when the man suddenly leans his body to the right, resting against the doorframe of his bathroom, you realize he was serious. The crazy part is that he doesn't even look bad. He literally looks like he could be a damn fitness model.

"Okay... you're not feeling this one so what if I..." Gojo trails off as he pushes off the doorframe and turns around. He rolls his shoulders back and all his muscles flex, just for you. He looks over his shoulder at you, "How's this?"

"You look stupid." You lie, knowing damn well that you're simply gawking at the little show he's giving you right now.

"Awh man... Okay okay, how about this?" Gojo turns his body about halfway around, moving to flex the muscles in one of his arms and contorting himself so that he literally looks like a Greek god.

You chuckle at him, "Alright Zeus, I think I get it."

He laughs in return. "Zeus? Ugh, no that's not what I was going for here."

Gojo then moves again. One arm goes up against the doorframe and he moves his other hand down into the pocket of his sweats, tugging the item down a little to reveal his v-line to you. After which, he looks up at you and his gaze is intentionally lustful.

He was... smoldering at you. Gojo was smoldering at you and it was by far the funniest thing you'd ever laid your eyes on.

"What the hell?" You chuckled, "Okay first off, why are you making that face? It's not cute. Secondly..." Your expression sinks a little, "Why is your waist literally more snatched than mine?"

Gojo starts laughing too as he straightens himself up. "Okay, so that's a no on the facial expression... hater..." He pouts, "And if you wanna get your waist like mine then just go to the gym, baby." He advises cheekily.

You blink.

Gojo's quick to clarify his statement, "Not that there's anything wrong with your body now." He sighs, then he bites his bottom lip, "I actually think you're sexy just the way you are."

"Is sexy the only compliment you'll ever have for me...?"

"I-," He sighs. "Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Lovely. Amazing. Appealing. Attractive. Hot. Cute. Outstanding. Phenomenal. Pretty-"

"Okay, you can stop." You say as you laugh at him again.

"Nono, I can keep going actually." Gojo challenges as he starts walking over to you.

"I don't want you to, I think I get it-- you like my body." You say with a big smile on your face.

Gojo makes his way over to the bed and leans over toward you, his hands holding him up over the mattress. "Like might be an understatement." He hums.

"Really?" You ask with raised eyebrows.

One of his hands goes to your legs and he suddenly tugs you across the bed and closer to him. "Yes, really. Are you still unaware of what you do to me, sweetheart?"

"I mean, after that time you came on my face... I think I have an idea." You say, mocking him with a scoff.

Gojo tilts his head, "I could cum just thinking about you, y'know."

Your eyes widen, "Satoru that's gross."

"I have before, actually." He corrects.

"You're so nasty." You say to him.

He only smiles at your words, "I'm just being honest."

"Too honest."

"Can I have that kiss now?" Gojo requests, completely changing the subject.

Your face goes straight. "No."

"What, why? I brushed my teeth!" He urges.

"I didn't brush mine."

"I don't care," Gojo argues with a shrug.

"Well," You raise one arm and push him back a little before turning yourself over and crawling to the other side of the bed to get away from him. "I do."

Gojo groans loudly and reaches for you again, "C'mon it's just one kisssss." He pleads.

His hand nearly grabs your leg but you roll your body away, "It's never just one kiss with you, Satoru." You huff, nearing the opposing edge of the bed.

You feel a dip in the mattress as he props his knee up on it and tries to reach you again. This time, you roll over and accidentally fall off the bed with a thud. Gojo's hand goes to his mouth to stop himself from laughing at you.

"Are you..." He snickers, "Are you okay over there?"

You sigh, "No, I only fell because you wouldn't leave me alone."

"I just wanted a kiss."

"Okay, get one later."

Gojo starts crawling over his bed, his head soon popping up in your line of vision as he peeks over the edge to look at you. "One kiss and then you can go brush your teeth." He suggests.

"You're disgusting." You say to him.

You then stand yourself up and nearly yelp as the man playfully tries to grab at you again. After which, you sprint around the bed and toward the bathroom, having Gojo literally chase you across the room until you get there.

You just barely made it into the bathroom before he caught you, slamming the door in his face and quickly locking it before he could enter. "Something is wrong with you," You huff.

Gojo is heard chuckling at you, "Just let me in."

"No, lemme use the bathroom in peace."

"You don't even have a toothbrush."

For a second, you get quiet. In that time you hear Gojo snickering again and you realize he's just trying to convince you to let him in.

You move to use the toilet and glance at the nearby counter as you do so, quickly spotting a pack of new toothbrushes lying on the counter. A smile graces your face, "Looks like I have a whole pack of 'em." You argue back to Gojo.

A soft thump is heard against the door as Gojo rests his forehead there. "Those aren't for you..." He lies.

"Then who are they for?"

"Uhhhh... I use a different toothbrush for each tooth." He replies.

You're heard laughing while the toilet flushes. "Then why is the pack unopened...?"

"Uhm..." He hums, smiling at the entirety of this conversation before saying, "Y'know, you ask too many questions."

"Do I?"

"Oh look, another one."

"I did that on purpose." You say as you start washing your hands.

Gojo sighs loudly, "I have to pee."

"Liar."

"I'm serioussss I meant to when I first went in there but I never did." He explains. You then hear him toying with the doorknob. "C'mon, let me innn."

You move to grab one of the new toothbrushes and begin brushing your teeth, uttering a quick, "Hold it." before you do so.

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The shadow of his body standing outside the door remained for a few minutes while you got yourself situated but he eventually turned and walked away. Followed by that was the sound of his phone as he distracted himself by scrolling through social media.

You cleaned your mouth out and even washed your face with a spare towel, unlocking the bathroom door and only peeking your head out afterward.

Gojo is now sitting on his bed, legs spread, with his phone held down as he scrolls through it. When the door opens, you notice he's nodding his head and smiling to himself. The sound of him humming the chorus of the song Hey Daddy by Usher can be heard and you can't help but giggle at the man.

Gojo realizes he's being watched and pauses his humming, looking from his phone to see you staring at him.

"Are you... listening to Usher right now?"

"No..." He mumbles innocently.

"Really?" You say, an eyebrow-raising. "Cause it sounded like you were humming one of his songs..."

"Hey, it's not my fault the damn thing is all over my for you page..." Gojo says with a sigh.

You smirk, "Well, what are the videos on your for you page...?" You ask with an accusing look in your eyes.

"N-Nothing dirty." Gojo stammers, clearly embarrassed by whatever it is he was watching.

"Then what?" You question further. You then move to open the door and lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms underneath your chest as you look at him.

Gojo glances down at his phone for a second and then back up to you, "Would you believe me if I said I was pretty popular online?" He asks almost shyly.

Both your eyebrows go up in dramatic surprise. Has he seen himself? Of course, you believe him. "Oh my god, are you??" You say playfully, clearly playing dumb with the man.

He scratches the back of his neck, "A bit, yeah."

Your head tilts and your smile is continuous, "Okay, and what does that have to do with the song, Satoru...?"

"Uhm... I get a lot of uh, fan edits..." He mumbles.

Why is he so embarrassed by it? Maybe because he was caught watching them and smiling at them? Either way, the pouty expression on his face and the way those blue eyes of his keep glancing away from you make him absolutely adorable.

"Ohhh, and you like watching them?" You continue to tease.

His shoulders drop and he sighs, "Yeah, I do... Listen, if you had a bunch of people making edits of you, you'd watch them too."

You nod, "Yeah, I would."

Gojo than stands up, "Plus, my... 'fan group' if you will, kinda made that song my... theme? I dunno, I just find it entertaining."

"Fan group or fan girls?"

"It's not just women, sweetheart." He hums, slowly walking toward you.

You smile at him, "Aw, that's actually kinda cool."

"Think so?"

"Yeah," You nod, "But the song choice is uh..." Your eyes widen and you slowly look off to the side.

"Is what?" Gojo questions, seeming almost offended.

"I dunno. It's just an interesting song to make your," You raise your hands to do air-quotation marks. "Theme." You say.

Gojo gestures his hands out in a shrug, "How?"

"Daddy's home? Seriously?"

"Daddy is home." He says and you visibly cringe at him.

Your head is shaking in disapproval, "Never say that again."

Gojo's made his way up to you and he leans down to your eye level, "I can't call myself Daddy?"

"No, it's cringy."

"But the song is catchy and it's true...?"

"True?" You repeat, confused by his claim.

"Yeah, cause' when I walk in all I that wanna hear you say isss..." He sings the song out, trying to get you to finish the lyric for him.

You give him a blank stare, "You'd have to pay me a million dollars to ever refer to you as Daddy."

His head tilts and his smile hasn't disappeared since he got close to you, "Is that a promise?"

"Eh? Are you really gonna pay me a million??"

"If you call me Daddy then, yeah."

You stare at him and he stares at you.

He doesn't look like he's joking.

"You have terrible financial priorities." You say with a scoff.

Gojo chuckles, "Do I?"

"Yes, yes you do."

"I meannnn, you could just call me Daddy for freeeeee." He drags out, slowly inching closer to you.

You raise a hand and palm his face, mushing him back away from you. "I'd rather trip in front of a group of hot people."

"Just one time?" He muffles out from behind your hand.

"No."

"Pleaaaase?" Gojo begs.

Your eyes roll, "No."

"But-"

"No Satoru. Just, no." You say firmly.

Gojo grabs ahold of your wrist and keeps your hand in place as he licks your palm. You flinch and your eyebrows furrow before he moves away from the palm of your hand and starts kissing all over it.

"You're so..." He whispers to you in between kissing your hand, "...mean to me."

"I have a feeling you like me that way." You sigh, watching and not even bothering to try to push him away from his actions.

Gojo kisses across your knuckles and meets your gaze, "Sometimes." He admits.

He then releases your hand and swiftly moves to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you up against him. "Anyways though, I can have my kiss now, right?"

"Thought you had to pee?" You ask, genuinely concerned.

"...I lied." He says with a shrug.

"I knew it."

"Now can I please, please, pleaaaaase have that kiss now?"

You find yourself smiling up at him, "Beg a little more and maybe I'll say yes."

Gojo stares down at you and he snakes another arm around your waist. Then, he leans toward you and his gaze is on your lips, "Please?"

That does it for you. You finally give and and push up on your toes to kiss him. His breath is all minty and you can tell he wasn't playing about cleaning his mouth for you.

Your arms are quick to drape around his neck and surprisingly, Gojo moves to pick you up in his arms to carefully carry you away.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

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[the-modern-typewriter]

A villain who doesn't want to harm the hero, is trying to take them down as gently as possible and thinks the hero is the one being crazy about this, while the hero is desperately fighting to protect the world.

Bonus points if the villain is the hero's big sibling or similar figure.

"Father wanted to put you in an institution," their sibling said. "There was no way I was going to allow that." They carded their fingers through the hero's hair, soothing, like they were still five years old and waking up from a bad dream. "Those places are awful. They'd hurt you."

"I can't move."

"It's okay. You're okay."

"The - the tea. You." The realisation of it choked off in the hero's throat. Sharp. Catching. Betrayal.

"I told father I'd handle it," their sibling said, almost absently.

"Handle me."

"Yes." Their sibling ducked to gather up the jagged shards of the fallen mug, depositing them on the coffee table. They met the hero's eyes. "Handle you."

The hero glared. They willed their noodled limbs to move, but all they got for their efforts was nearly crumpling to the floor again. Their sibling caught them, steadied them, pushed them back into the chair. The hero's heart thudded wildly beneath their palms.

"He wasn't having it though," their sibling continued. "He told me that you needed to be corrected, by any means necessary. He told me that it was just the place for a crazy person like you. That you'd bring shame on the family." They grimaced. "You know father."

The hero did, unfortunately, know their father.

They also knew their sibling though. They knew they were drugged up in their own living room, not being wrestled into a straight-jacket somewhere for some non-consensual therapy sessions.

"What did you do to him?" it came out raspy.

Their sibling smiled, small and grim. "He should have known better. Just like you should have known better, but you always were a little idiot, so no shockers there."

"...what are you going to do to me?" That was, perhaps, the better question. Their mind still felt sharp, after all, even if nothing in their body wanted to cooperate with them.

"Do you think I'd hurt you?"

"You hurt father."

"Father was a jackass. You're just stupid."

"I'm trying to make the world better!"

"Yeah," their sibling said. "Stupid."

"It's not stupid!"

"I'm not going to debate this with you."

"Just drug my tea!?"

"Eh, that was for your own good. For all his many sins, father wasn't totally wrong. You do need help. A friendly intervention."

"They'll come for me. My friends will come for me."

Their sibling shrugged. "I have no such reservations hurting them."

The hero swallowed. Their mouth still felt dry, sticky and cloyingly sweet. They searched their sibling's face for any sign of a lie. They found none.

"You know what father and his friends are doing is wrong," the hero said after a beat; maybe just frantic to see some glimmer of recognition of that fact.

Their sibling shrugged again, easy. "Sure."

"You could help us fight them. You could come with me. You could...keep me safe. That's what you want, right? To keep me safe."

"Your friends aren't going to kill you. You're perfectly safe like this."

"But what father's friends are doing - don't you - you have to care."

Their sibling raised an eyebrow.

The hero wanted to snarl. As ever, it seemed, their sibling did not have to care about anyone or anything. Who cared about the world if going along with monstrosity was easier?!

"Don't you care that I care?"

"You care about everything," their sibling rolled their eyes. "You held a funeral for the fish."

"He was my pet!"

"He was a fish."

"This is nothing like the fish!"

Their sibling straightened up with a sigh, looking down on them, hands on hips. "I've made my decision."

"Fuck you."

"I don't expect you to be happy about it, but you're gonna deal with it. You're underage. That makes you my responsibility. I'll let you go when this all blows over."

"You mean when father's friends finish wrecking the world?"

"Don't be so overdramatic."

"You drugged me and I'm overdramatic?"

"Overdramatic looks better on me. I have the cheekbones for it."

"This isn't funny!"

"No." Their sibling's voice shifted, abruptly. "It isn't. Do you want me to get serious?"

The hero...paused. The air suddenly felt oppressive.

"I am being very gentle," their sibling said. "And you are infinitely squishy and breakable. Father's institution would have crushed you into teeny tiny pieces, so shattered that you didn't even care anymore. You would kill your friends if they asked, by the time they were done."

The hero swallowed, stricken, horrified.

"Tell me again how unfunny this is," their sibling said. "Like you think I'm stupid."

The hero shook their head.

As swiftly as the storm had come, their sibling offered them a sunny smile. The tension vanished as they booped the hero's nose.

"We're going to get through so many film nights. It's going to be great. Now." They reached for the coffee table. "Have some more tea."

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[be-missed]

Untitled (MDNI!)

Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

(Picture not mine)

Summary: Smut.

Warning/s: curse words, smut. MDNI!

A/N: this story is still Untitled so, if you have an idea, kindly suggest it. Wanted to write something, hope this is okay. Thank you and enjoy!

Masterlist

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"Bend over, now" Cairo said, wearing her oversized sweater with her lacy bra peaking underneath. Y/N shook her head, not wanting to follow orders.

"Cairo, no. I told you it's done, we're done." Y/N  said as she tries to get up from Cairo's bed. But nonetheless, before she even get the chance to stand up, Cairo pushed her down and stood between her open legs.

"Oh, so you know how to fight now, huh?" Cairo taunted in a teasing voice as she gently trace Y/N's exposed thighs with the tips of her finger. The trail of it leaves goosebumps on Y/N's skin.

As Cairo's fingertips dance over Y/N's thigh, she can feel herself getting wet by any passing second. "Fucking hell, I can't be this wet if I'm trying to resist her" Y/N thought to herself as Cairo's fingertips toys with the hem of her short.

"Nuh uh" Cairo said and shook her head when Y/N is trying to close her legs to provide some relief to her now aching core. "Don't you dare close your legs Y/N..." Cairo said with a threatening voice.

"I told you Cairo, I'm just here to end things..." Y/N said trying to defend and regain her control over herself. Cairo's eyebrow raised and said "No sweetheart, you can't end things. I'm the one who's in charge here."

Y/N then again tried to push herself up to stand up, but to no avail, Cairo pushed her down through her shoulder using her own weight. This action made you lay down in bed while Cairo is above you, seating on your thighs, one of her hand is beside your head supporting her body to hover over you.

"I think I should remind you, huh? Your pretty little brain might forgot who's in charge." Cairo said while she started to caress your face with her free hand. You rolled your eyes with her action trying to ignore her seducing.

This doesn't go unnoticed, Cairo then grabbed your chin, squishing your face and said "The only time I get to see your eyes roll is when I'm three knuckles deep inside you? Understood?"

You're trying to stand your ground as you tried to pulled your face from her grip but to no avail, your face didn't even move even an inch.

"I'm asking you a question Y/N, do you understand?" Cairo then placed her thumb into your pouting lip, waiting for you answer. A few seconds have passed and you nodded your head.

You think that this is a losing game with the fact that your core started to ache, wanting some attention from Cairo's delicate fingers— her mouth even if you're lucky.

"That's my good girl, now suck" Cairo then pushed her thumb into your mouth while you diligently accept. Cairo was pleased with your fast reaction as she feels like she's regaining her control over you.

Cairo lick her lips as she sees you sucking her thumb, wetting it for her to use later. Once she's satisfied, she leaned close to your ear and whispered "I'm gonna make you remember who's in charge. You'll be needing an ice to sit to because I'm gonna make your tight little pussy so sore"

Cairo's words bring another tinge to your aching core, hating the fact that it did help to turn you on more, wetting the fabric of your underwear.

Cairo starts to deposit small little kisses to your ear, going down to the side of your neck. Each kiss that goes down are getting wetter and harder. Your breath started to get faster as she reached the base of your neck and sucked hard, marking you, making you remember what she can do.

A painful action but it brings you such excitement. The hand that was caressing your face now travelled down to your thigh, lightly dancing around through your skin, until it reached the button of your shorts.

Despite your heavy breathing, you tried to fight what was ought to happen. You put your hand on top of Cairo trying to stop her from unbuttoning your short. This action made Cairo look up at you and said, "Fine, I'll stop" and you feel relieved because for once, you feel that you have a say, but that thought is cut up when Cairo said "If I don't feel any wetness from you, then I'll let you go, but if I touch you and you're soaking. Oh honey, you'll be up for a long night, got it?"

And that made you curse yourself, because why the hell would you feel so aroused and wet with just a few kisses and touches from Cairo.

"That's just unfair" you replied back, not wanting to agree with the deal, because you know it is a losing fight. But Cairo shake her head no and said "There's no such thing as fairness in this world. But I'm being good since I'm giving you a choice. Now, shall we check?"

Cairo pushed her body down until she's faced with your navel, she bites the hem of you shirt and push it up with her teeth. With your newly exposed skin, Cairo slowly kisses her way down from you navel going down to your crotch. This action made you grip the sheets as you feel her breath hitting your unbuttoned shorts.

Cairo would probably just go down and check on you, but you were proven wrong as she lift your left leg to her shoulder and kisses the side of your knee. She started to deposit some small bites and wet kisses on the way down to your covered core.

You tried to ease the ache that you're feeling but Cairo held down your right leg to stop you from wiggling and giving a small amount of pressure to your core.

Cairo smirked as pulled your shorts slowly, not only teasing you but teasing herself. As she missed the way you tasted and the way you feel when her fingers and tongue is inside you.

Cairo bits her lip trying to stop herself from smirking as she saw a wet patch from your underwear, "tsk tsk, looks like I don't even need to touch you to know the answer, huh?"

Cairo teases you as she rest her hand on your navel, caressing it slightly as she moves her fingers to your clothed clit and put a light pressure to it. This made you jerk and stiffle a moan.

"It's okay to admit defeat Y/N. I'm not gonna gloat" Cairo said as she moved the pressure to the wet patch on your underwear and said "Looks like you're wet" and smirked "Try to stay still as I eat you, alright?"

You bit your lip because you know that you juts lost your little game with Cairo and you didn't feel like fighting anymore, because all you feel is this pent up tension in your stomach and the aching feeling that needs to be eased by Cairo and Cairo only.

Cairo started to kiss your clothed core, starting from the hem in your lips while she gets closer to your clit. As she arrived to your clit, she sucked it through you underwear as your right hand flew right above her hair.

The girl smirked from your action and licked your slit through your underwear, before she bunched up your underwear to the side and gets a perfect view of your soaked center.

"Cairo..." you said in a tiny whisper, not wanting to admit that you need her. The other girl raised her eyebrow waiting for you to speak again. You shyly whispered a please that anyone can barely hear, but you know Cairo would understand it.

"Who's in charge?" Cairo asked, and your replied softly "You're in charge..." Cairo was pleased with your answer as she started to give you a broad lick, her tongue flat, with a soft pressure, just to tease you.

"Please, Cairo... I need you..." you said trying to push Cairo's head down to your core. Cairo then looked up at you and said "I'm in charge and you're gonna wait for what I'll give you, do you understand?"

You audibly swallowed as you kod your head, knowing that it's better to follow her tempo because you need a release.

Slowly, Cairo played with your aching clit with her tongue, lapping it with small circles adding pressure. Her chin is getting soaked with the wetness that's leaking out of you and of course, Cairo don't want it to go to waste as she lick from the bottom of your pussy to your clit.

This mad you moan and gripped the bed sheet a little bit tighter. "Looks like you're really waiting for this" Cairo said as she let her pointer and middle finger play with your drenched hole. She then said "Ready?" But before you get to answer, Cairo inserted her two fingers to your dripping hole as you moan and tilted your head back.

"Fucking finally" you thought as Cairo massaged your velvet walls, hitting spots that only she can. She started to deposit kitten licks to your clit helping to build you up. Your eyes rolled and you closed it shut as Cairo's fingertips hits that spongy spot inside you that made you moan her name.

"Open your eyes, I'm not three knuckles deep for you to roll your eyes yet." Cairo stated as she pulled away from your core as she started to strip you down from your ruined underwear.

Now, free from any constraint and barrier, Cairo then again entered you with her two gingers and laps you up like a thirsty cat. It made you moan as Cairo started to fasten her phase, you obeyed Cairo as you watch her devour you. Cairo's eyes are closed as she enjoys you soaking core and hearing your melodic moan.

"Cairo... please, I'm close" you said as you slowly grind your hips to Cairo's face. With your request, Cairo added another finger, and that, that made you rolled your eyes. It made you moan as your back arches.

With now three fingers inside you, Cairo fastened her phase as she starts to feel you clenching around her fingers. "You're gonna cum for me pretty girl?" Cairo asked and you nodded unable to formulate coherent words which made Cairo smirked.

Strings of curse words was thrown from your mouth as you plead for Cairo to give it to you harder and faster which Cairo obliged.

"I'm close..." you whispered, with her one final thrust and with a hard suck, you chased your orgasm. You moaned Cairo's name as you squeezed her head with your thighs aching your back.

"Don't you dare think we're done here" Cairo said as she started to go to her drawer and pulled out your favourite strap.

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A/N: Thoughts? Hope you enjoy it.

#cairo sweet #cairo sweet x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader #fanfic #fiction #smut #cairo sweet smut

[ddejavvu]

Okay! Please take your time writing this I understand if it doesn’t make sense! 🫶🏾!!

So I love over caring reader she’s adorable! And I was wondering if you could do something like she’s not an agents and she’s just Aaron’s cute little girlfriend!

And Aaron Comes over to check on her every night when he gets off of work at the same time. It’s pretty late and a very common time for violent crimes to happen! And since Aaron comes to see her at the exact same time she just figured. “I’m just gonna leave the door unlocked for him!” Not knowing how much danger that could put her in.

So when Aaron knocks on the door expecting her to come over and open it like she usually does. It’s rubs him the wrong way when you yell “It’s open Aaron!” And how does he an fbi agent who deals with Incidents like this all the time when people just leave the door open and then boom dead react to this?

Love you and your writing!!

~sincerely silk 🤍🫶🏾✨

Aaron feels bad knocking on your door past midnight, but he'd given his spare key to your place to Jessica while he was away on business, and he hasn't seen her since he landed. He'd gone straight to your apartment after hearing that Jack was already asleep, safely tucked away in Jess's spare room, and now he stands outside your door with his go-bag and a box of pizza he's planning on sharing with you.

He loves his son more than anything, but he'll let the boy stay with his aunt for one more night if it means he gets you to himself.

He knocks lightly, used to pounding on the door much harsher to speak to barricaded unsubs. You hear him even if he's not breaking it down, and Aaron feels his stomach drop clear to his feet when you call back with a muffled shout, "It's open!"

It's open.

Your door is unlocked.

Your voice sounds like it's coming from your bedroom, down the hallway and out of view of the entryway. You'd been in your bed for god knows how long past midnight with your door unlocked, and you hadn't even verified his identity before announcing that you were completely vulnerable.

All of a sudden the heated weight of the pizza box in his hands makes his stomach turn. He opens the door, hating how little resistance he's met with, and deposits his things weakly on the couch. He places the pizza on the coffee table and makes a point to lock both of the latches on your door, even going as far as to jiggle the handle once it's closed to make sure it doesn't budge.

It doesn't, but maybe he'll check one more time before sleeping, just in case.

He starts down the hallway and each step he takes feels leaden. Your hallway is dark, and your door is mostly shut- god, you'd have no idea that someone was in your apartment until it was too late.

When he pushes open the door to your bedroom you're waiting for him with an eager grin, but at the grave, stony frown on his face, you slump slightly.

"Aaron," You hum cautiously, "Are you alright? Tough case?"

"You left the door open." He states, his voice purposefully controlled.

You nod slowly, "Yeah, you don't have your key, do you? Jess said she's still got it at her place."

"You can't leave the door open." Aaron forgoes any acknowledgement of your reasoning, stomach still churning uncomfortably.

"It was just for a little bit," You insist, "Only when I saw you were coming here from the airport."

"You can't leave the door open." Aaron repeats, sounding like a broken record. Over and over and over again he sees flashes of darkness and shadow in his mind, a grey mask, a haunting pair of eyes, a dead woman on the ground.

It's something he's seen before, something he's all-too-familiar with, and he thinks his nausea might overtake him if he doesn't shut his brain down first.

"I'm okay." You seem to settle into the realization that you're not getting out of this one, and you stand from the bed to approach him, "I'm sorry, Aaron. I didn't think about it. You're right, I- I shouldn't have left the door open. I won't anymore. I'll keep it locked, I promise."

"You can't-" He tries again, but his voice quavers slightly, and you rush to take his hands.

"I won't." You promise, kissing the backs of his large hands while you squeeze them in your own smaller ones, "I won't, Aaron. I promise. I'll lock it. I'm okay, I'll lock it."

He steadies himself while you hold his hands, letting you squeeze life back into him where it had threatened to leave him to rot in his own trauma. When he feels like taking a break won't kill him, he drags oxygen into his lungs, blinking away a tear in his left eye, "There's pizza on the counter."

You smile sadly, nodding and using your intertwined hands to pull him towards the kitchen. You sit him at the counter and serve him two slices on a paper plate, and he watches wearily as you flick the lights on in the entryway and survey the locks.

"I locked them." He tells you, pizza still on its plate and not anywhere near his mouth. He's not sure he's hungry quite yet, but the heat radiating off of the slices is nice on his hands.

"Thank you, Aaron. And I will, too," You promise, jiggling the door handle just as he had done, and nodding to yourself when it doesn't budge.

"Please do." He begs, trying to make it sound much stronger than it is.

"Eat your pizza," You pad back into the kitchen, sitting beside him at the next stool over. You rub a hand over his tense back as he sits, and he lets himself relax into the feeling of your touch, your warmth, your life.

When he finally raises a slice to his mouth you lean forwards to bite off the edge of the crust. You give him a guilty smile as you chew, but he can't stop a grin of his own from growing around his mouthful of cheesy bread. He thinks he might let you devour the whole pie if you wanted to; anything so long as you're alive.

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[queer-n-here]

Making Poe/Sigma ride a dildo PLS.

Also you're a great writer

Hey, thanks! Hope you like this one, too.

Also, I fucking love Sigma. I fucking love him. Him and Tanizaki are the two characters that I simp so hard for I would do anything to have them.

Contents: Making Sigma ride a dildo cuz you had a wet dream about it

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, masturbation, sex toys, nipple play.

It had been on your mind for a while now. More accurately, ever since you'd had that dream about Sigma riding a dildo like a bitch in heat, eyes glued to yours and hands bracing against the floor.

You wondered now, stepping into your shared room at the Sky Casino with a bag in your hand, if Sigma would agree to your little request.

You found him sitting at his desk the way you always did. Him, hunched over numerous sheets of paper spread out so he could see all of them at once. You walked over to him, wrapping an arm around Sigma's shoulder and placing a kiss on his temple.

He barely even looked up, murmuring a, "Welcome back," half-heartedly. You didn't mind, ruffling his hair gently and putting down the bag in your hands on the bedside table to go freshen up. When you emerged from the shower, hair dripping water onto the fabric of your T-shirt, neither Sigma nor the bag had moved. You plopped down on the bed, grabbing your phone to pass time.

"Say, baby," You said casually, and Sigma hummed to show that he was listening. "I went down today for an emergency supply run."

'Down' meant back to the surface of earth.

"Mm-hmm," Sigma's eyes were still glued to his paperwork. "See anything interesting?"

You couldn't help but smirk at his words. "Why, I did actually."

"Hmm," Was his only reply, attention stolen completely by his work.

You didn't mind; being in a relationship with someone with the personality of Sigma had that requirement of patience. His work could wrap him around him like deadly vines sometimes. Only when it started suffocating him could you step in, beating back its branches and freeing your boyfriend from them.

And Sigma himself had agreed to your suggestion that after 10 o'clock, he should forget work and just be your boyfriend. So you waited.

The very second the clock in your room struck ten, you threw your phone down and left the bed, going to stand over Sigma instead. You bent down, and picked Sigma up from his chair, making him yelp in surprise and latch onto your neck for balance.

"[Name], what-" He began, but you cut him off.

"It's ten," You jutted your head towards the clock.

Sigma glanced at it, sighed, and then wrapped his arms more firmly around your neck, his expression resigned. "Fine."

You grinned unapologetically, and carried him to the bed, setting him down on the soft mattress and laying down beside him on your side, an elbow propped up against the bed to support your head up with your hand.

"So," You said, looking down at Sigma with a mischievous combination of a smile and smirk plastered on your face. "Did you hear what I said earlier about going down for an emergency run?"

He racked his brains. "Oh, yeah, you said you saw something interesting. What was it?"

Your smile-smirk-combination turned into a full smirk, and you reached over to the bedside table to grab the bag you'd brought with you, depositing it on Sigma's chest carefully.

"Is it a present?" His face lit up, eyes shining as he scrambled to sit up to open the bag.

"Mn," You nodded, eyes glued to that expression of his. "Two, actually. One of them is for you, and the other one might be for me."

Sigma frowned. "But if you brought it for yourself then-"

"Just open it," You raised your head to kiss his lips gently. "Either way you're gonna use it."

He shrugged, "Okay," and reached into the bag. The first thing he pulled out was a small jewellery box made of oak wood, its surface shiny and well-polished. His face lit up again, throwing you an excited glance before opening it, making you smile at him fondly.

It was a silver bracelet, somehow sturdy and delicate at the same time, which was why it had reminded you of Sigma when you'd seen it in the glass case of a jewellery shop you'd been passing.

"It's beautiful," Sigma said, looking up at you with that ecstatic expression on his pretty face.

"You like it?" You asked, and he nodded earnestly. "That's good, then."

You sat up to place a soft kiss on his forehead, and he turned to hug you tightly.

"Thank you," He whispered against your chest as you stroked the back of his head. "I'll cherish it."

You smiled. It felt so good to be able to make him smile, it was surreal.

Sigma got up from the bed to carefully put the bracelet in a drawer, face all split from that wide smile on . He returned for the second gift, the one you had deliberately placed lower in the bag so he would see it later.

Sitting down next to you again, he took up the bag and reached into it for a second time. When he pulled his hand out, sitting on his hand, all innocent looking and perfectly stationary, was a bright purple dildo.

His eyes widened, and a heavy blush rose up to his cheeks. He dropped it back into the bag, turning to you accusingly as his face burned with shame.

You met his gaze with a calm one of yours, smirking. "How d'you like it?"

Ten minutes later, you received the answer to your question.

You had somehow managed to convince a very flustered Sigma into cooperating with your plans. Now, he was on the floor next to you, hole tight and pathetic around the dildo that you'd stuck to the floor.

You sat close to him, letting him clutch your shirt in his hands as he huffed and panted, eyes wet and shoulders shaking.

"I think you're ready to move now, right, baby?" You asked, supporting most of his weight as he leaned against you.

Sigma nodded, and slowly began moving. He raised his hips till only the tip of the dildo was in him, before engulfing the entire thing again. His thighs shook, and moans spilled from his pretty mouth as he began riding it. You let him bury his head into your chest, knowing full well the shame that made him red now would be gone soon.

Sigma began gaining a rhythm slowly, his hips speeding up as your hand reached for your own waistband. Supporting him with one hand, you used the other to pull your cock free from its retraints. You began stroking just as Sigma's moans grew louder, each thrust of the dildo against his gummy walls making him more breathless than before.

"Look at me, baby," You said, hands fast on your cock.

He did, fingers of both his hands clenching you so tight you wondered if he'd be able to tear your skin through the shirt. His eyes were leaking tears down either side of his red face, and his sweat-soaked and messy hair was sticking to his forehead. His eyes were wide, pupils all blown out and blurred up. You leaned down and kissed him, swallowing each of his moans as he bounced on the dildo.

You continued jerking off to the sight of your boyfriend riding that dildo, knowing full well it could have been your cock if you'd asked for that instead.

"Move faster, baby," You told him, and with tears streaming down his face, he did as he was told.

As Sigma bounced wildly, your eyes glued themselves to the point where the dildo plunged in and out of his already swollen hole. He bit his lips, throwing his head back and letting you lower your head to bite at his pale flesh and kiss his nipples. His shame, as you had predicted, had already vaporized into thin air, and he made eye contact with you as he rode the dildo, mouth open and spilling lewd sounds. You licked and bit and kissed and teased to your heart's content as Sigma's body moved beneath your lips.

Soon, his moans turned into cries, and his movements grew sloppily and wilder, arms wrapping around your neck desperately and pulling you closer. Your hand sped up around your cock, knowing from his mannerisms that Sigma was close to his orgasm.

"Let's finish together, hmm?" You said, and Sigma nodded, leaning up to catch your lips in a kiss.

You reached over with your free hand to stroke his length, making him gasp and try to pull away, but you held on firm. You stroked both cocks in rhythm till he was crying, burying his face into your chest and just sobbing, his orgasm strong and unavoidable as it washed over him.

Ropes of cum shot out of your cock as Sigma collapsed onto you, breathless and tired. You reached forwards to pull him up and away from the dildo and onto you, wrapping both your arms around his shaking frame.

You let him calm down and come down from his high, stroking his back and pressing kisses into his temple. Soon, he pulled away to look at you, tears dried on his cheeks.

"Was that good?" He asked.

You nodded, smiling. "So good, baby. Now that you've had practice, d'you wanna try the real thing?"

Sigma's eyes widened, and he flushed impossibly darker.

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[luveline]

WOAH CONGRATS ON 40K JADE !! u deserve it and more 💓 can i ask for one of these

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐛 —send me an established relationship request for any reader and any character and I'll write a ficlet, 1k or less

of something super domestic w miguel like where all guards are down and they’re just super comfortable w each other and being in each others space?

i love u and ur writing always ! to 40k more 🥂

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you very much lovely! fem!reader

Miguel pulls you along like an upside down fireman's carry under the twist of his toned arm, your heels dragging along the floor. You know he won't drop you but it's strange. 

"I can walk," you say, giggling, forcing your hand under the fabric of his shirt to touch his naked stomach. 

He ignores your touching. "Slowly," he agrees. 

You put all your weight into his holding. Miguel can't drop you, his strength is a mixture of worked for and otherwise radioactive, but he gets the hint and slows to let you stand. 

On your own two feet, Miguel offers his hand to hold. You take it and attempt to keep up with his long strides this time lest he throw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, drifting away just so he can pull you back in. 

It's not long walking until you're back to his room, the door opening automatically at your touch. You grin and kick off your shoes, abandoning Miguel at the door to crawl into his bed. You squeal as he grabs the cuff of your jeans and again when he turns you around, eyebrows raised as his fingers slip under your waistband. "This is forward, even for you." 

"I'm helping. You're going to take them off, aren't you? Throw them on my floor and leave me to pick them up. This way, I'm cutting out the middleman."

Miguel drags your pants down the lengths of your thighs. You have just enough time to stroke his hair as he bends to kiss the side of your knee, but then he's across the room and you're alone, the phantom of his hot hands like lines along your legs. You bring your knees up and hold your ankles, watching him from over them as he peels out of his shirt. 

"It's fucking hot," he says. 

"Super hot," you agree, tracing the many ridges and hills of his abdomen without shame. He brings his hands up to his hair to brush it away from his flushed cheeks, muscles tensing in new places with the movement. 

Huffing, he sidesteps into the kitchenette and out of view. There's a clink of metal cans and the shivering of the ice tray being pulled out, the promise of a cold drink. "Can you get me something, please?" you ask. 

"That's what I'm doing." 

"Because I read minds," you murmur. 

Miguel is smiling as he returns to you, more when he presses the chilly plastic of a wrapped milky ice lolly to your thigh. You gasp and roll away from him, he grabs you right back and deposits you in his lap. "Bully," you say, beaming as he hands over your cold treat. 

"Passive aggressive idiot," he responds, opening his water one handed. 

You tear your lolly open and turn to look into his face, his usual frown held at bay, his thick brows relaxed. It's easy and common practice by now to offer him the first bite. He always takes it, the sharp of his canine tooth leaving an uneven semi circle missing at the top. 

"Nice?" you ask as he chews. 

He leans down for a very cold, very sweet kiss. That's all the answer he gives you.

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[muddyorbsblr]

when the feeling sinks in

'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: dating era; a few months after 'one look and they'll know'

Summary: Ragnarok wrapped up filming and now you're back in your apartment, waking up a little too alone and feeling a little too lonely. You thought that you were the only one until you heard a knock on your door.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: language; mentions of alcohol use if you squint [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: slight angst; Tomathy enters his comforting bf era; Reader's a-plus premature timing

The chipper intro of your morning alarm taunted you today as the curtains drew open, bathing your room in the light of the sunrise. You felt conflicted, laying there in your bed. On the one hand, you didn't want to get up because you knew what awaited you was nothing but a long tiresome day of unpacking and cleaning your apartment, making the place livable again after being away for the last few months on set for Ragnarok. A pile of mail to open and checks to deposit and bills to pay, along with a considerably thick layer of dust on nearly every surface of your home, were all waiting for you to get your ass up out of bed and make this place seem like a home again.

On the other hand, you didn't quite want to stay in your bed, either. It felt hauntingly empty, a loneliness creeping its way through you as the words of the song filling up the room dared to mock you.

There is no way I'm looking for a boyfriend, there is no way I'm looking for a scene

So much for your adamant intent of not wanting or needing to be with anyone but yourself. After the last few months of feeling like you were living in some modern day fairytale where the 'plain Jane' girl entered into a whirlwind romance with the actor that has literally played princes and kings, the clock finally struck midnight.

And rather than being thrust rather harshly into reality, you were shoved back into it. Face down on the ground as soon as your plane hit the tarmac.

Now you were back in the bed you left all those months ago, painfully aware of what you were missing ever since you'd stubbornly decided that you weren't cut out for relationships all those years ago. The last few months saw your steady descent into becoming spoiled with affection, waking in Tom's arms, those sinfully skilled hands roaming your body as the sunlight touched your skin.

A decadent round of lovemaking before you even left the bed when your schedules permitted it.

You felt every bit like a princess when you were with him. Or in his words, a goddess. Now you were back to being a pumpkin and you needed to pick yourself up from the path you were spiraling down headfirst before you found yourself fully admitting to sentiments you swore you'd never feel again.

He must leave a trail of heartbroken women in his wake if he treated all his flings like that, you thought to yourself ruefully, your body whining and aching in places you didn't think they could as you sat up in your bed. Before you could even think about it, you reached for your phone and typed down the sentiment in a note, keeping it in a hidden folder that you for the most part did your best to never revisit once you'd placed something in there.

"Oh how you've ruined me for everyone else but you, Thomas William Hiddleston," you spoke out loud as you typed down the note, locking it away in a folder deep in your drive. You hoped that with putting away the note, the sentiment would be buried deep down as well.

You put your hair up in a bun, pulling on an old shirt and some sweats from your college days and started cleaning away at the house, putting your clothes from the set straight into the wash. The faintest scent of his cologne hit you as you tossed it into the washer, taking you straight back to your memory of one of the last times you saw each other, at the wrap party.

You stood at a little table with Bryan and Denise, nursing a strawberry lemonade with a splash of vodka, wincing the slightest bit whenever the liquor made its presence felt in the taste. "I said a splash," you grumbled, placing the drink atop the tray of the wait staff collecting drinks was holding. "Damn thing's probably fifty percent vodka."

"Hey hey there you three are!" Taika greeted you, pulling you all into a little group hug. "Making this has been a dream and a half, and I owe you and your team so much thanks, lil mayhem. I'm definitely calling you again when we start on the next one."

"Ooh, so Marvel's definitely getting you again, then, boss?" Denise quipped, excitement and a bit of alcohol reddening her cheeks and making her the comical picture of cherubic inebriation.

He shook his head with a wide smile that left you confused. "No," he answered her. "But a bit of positive thinking never hurt anyone, am I right?"

The song blaring on the speakers changed to a familiar beat from Zedd, your teammates and Taika all dragging you out into the dance floor with them as the words began to hit you like a freight train.

You are the piece of me I wish I didn't need

Instead of dwelling on the lyrics, you forced yourself to move your body to the beat, finding yourself even having fun despite the glimpses you'd caught of various members of the crew along with some members of the press openly flirting with Tom. Despite your words to him this morning, the sight of him still visibly moving forward so easily felt like a stab to the heart.

"Something about all good things ending eventually," your memories taunted you. "Thank you for giving me a good thing."

The song faded out to give way to the acoustic notes of that James Arthur song that you'd been hearing all over Spotify, and just as you were about to take your leave from the dance floor, you were spun into a familiar pair of arms. Suddenly the very eyes that you'd been trying to block out from your mind were staring down at you, a soft smile gracing those heartbreakingly handsome features.

Tom wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you in a secure hold as he ran the backs of his fingers along your cheek with his free hand. "May I have this dance, goddess?" He broke out into a brilliant blinding grin when you mutely nodded your head, placing your hand on his shoulder as he began to sway you to the beat of the song.

"You should know right now that I can't dance like this to save my life," you told him, unable to fight back the smile that stretched across your face as you looked at him.

"Neither can I," he answered you with a chuckle, a tenderness in his eyes that had you struggling to stay upright had he not been holding you up. "Perhaps we could find our way together."

The seething piercing gazes of the women around you began to steer your thoughts down a rather self-conscious route, the bitter scrutiny in their eyes as they looked at your simple navy blue skater dress that you got on sale back home. Meanwhile their clothes screamed designer; even if some of them might have to be extra careful tonight so that they could successfully return them with tags intact, at the moment all that mattered to them was that they were dressed better than you…and yet somehow you were the one dancing with the most handsome man in the room.

Their faces screamed with the incredulous question "Why her? She's nothing special."

"You know I don't think it's expressly polite for you to ignore all the other pretty girls in this party," you mumbled, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach as his gaze never left yours. As if he didn't even care about anyone else watching you. "They're practically shaking from itching to dance with you."

"They'll be left itching and wanting, then," he shot back, both of your breaking into a fit of chuckles from the thought. "And as for beautiful women…" He tilted your chin up to hold your gaze. "There's only one that I care about. And she's already in my arms."

"Smooth talking way too handsome for his own fucking good living breathing Disney Prince," you grumbled as you started your first load of laundry. You dragged your feet to the supply closet to grab a bunch of cleaning rags and start at your living room, feeling a slight satisfaction watching as the dust made its way off the various surfaces and you could finally start to see your home once again.

When night began to fall and you had to start turning on the lights throughout your apartment just so you could see and make your way around without bumping into any corners, you decided to order in some dinner. Mostly because your stomach was beginning to sound like a baby gremlin.

You were just about to press 'Order Now' on your screen when your doorbell rang. "Okay if that's my delivery they better not be charging me extra for psychic services, I haven't even pressed the damn button yet," you muttered, immediately feeling like you swallowed your tongue the second you opened the door.

It wasn't Postmates.

"Tom?" The air left your lungs as you uttered his name, refusing to believe what your eyes were seeing. Meanwhile the very same man with the oceanic eyes and god-like face and body that you were trying to block out of your mind was standing not even two feet in front of you, wearing the same smile that he had on his face like he just ran five laps around the studio.

His grin got wider as he breathed your name, running his gaze down your face and what parts of your body weren't covered by the door.

"What--What're you uhh…doing here?"

He became a bit sheepish, running his hand through his short dark blond curls, tilting his head down before looking at you with the most endearing boyish expression. "I erm…If I'm being completely honest I'm here because I wanted to see you." His gaze darted to beyond your door before landing on your face again. "May I come in?"

You immediately snapped out of your stupor, feeling a complete fool for forgetting your manners. "Oh! Uhh of course." You opened your door wider to let him step through, suddenly feeling rather inadequate in your own home, feeling like your college sweats didn't measure up to his no doubt designer threads. "Sorry for the mess," you mumbled, waving your hand in the direction of the insides of your house, then at yourself. "I was cleaning up since I haven't been home in months and I wasn't expecting company--"

Any lame apology for the frumpy way you looked died in a muffled squeak at the back of your throat when Tom pulled you into his arms and laid his lips on yours. You could practically feel yourself melting more and more into his embrace with every brush of his lips.

"I've missed you, goddess," he sighed into your skin. "Last night I went to bed alone and it felt so…empty." He continued to press tender kisses to your cheek, working his way up to your forehead. "So I hopped on the next flight here. To you. I just needed to see you again."

You could feel a lump at your throat from processing his words, the backs of your eyes prickling with tears from realizing that he felt the same way you did when you woke up this morning. "I know the feeling," you managed to choke out as he kissed his way back to your lips. "I uhh…I was just about to order dinner. If you're willing to wait about…an hour? You could uhm…join me? I mean if you don't already have--"

He kissed you again, cutting you off from rambling yourself into an embarrassing grave. He probably had prettier girls ask him out way better than you just did. "You've been exerting yourself all day, you should rest. How about I go and pick something up for us, and you just focus on unwinding and relaxing from the day you had?"

A warmth spread all over your body as he held you, nuzzling your noses together as he ran his fingers up and down the length of your spine. It had you feeling so content that every part of you wanted nothing more than to ignore the panic settling deep inside you that you were feeling too comfortable around him, something you swore to never be around any man ever since you vowed to stick to one so far undisputed belief in your life.

The most blissful moments have the most catastrophic ends.

And at this moment you felt a little too much of that bliss.

"I'd like that," you breathed out, unable to help the way your mouth stretched into a way too contented grin as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, touching his nose to yours again before he headed for the door.

"I'll be half an hour tops," he said softly, looking over you again with that all too soft gaze. "Do what you need to wrap up for the day and unwind. I'll call you when I'm nearly home--I mean, when I'm nearly here."

You couldn't speak through the lump in your throat, your heart doing backflips in your chest from his slip of the tongue. All you could do was give him a smile, waving him off. You couldn't even tell if your sentiment for him to be careful out there was audible enough to reach him.

Home. You didn't hear him wrong. He called your apartment home.

By the time you finished with your shower, the timer you set for 27 minutes was still a few minutes out from ringing, giving you just enough time to slather on some lotion and spritz on some perfume, considering that the flight along with the amount of cleaning you just did today had you feeling far from fresh. Even after the hot shower.

And also the fact that the embodiment of the phrase 'sex on legs' was on his way back to you with dinner.

By the time his name was flashing on your screen, you were already at your kitchen counter, sorting out your mail from the last few months, already writing your todo list for the next morning involving a trip to the bank to cash in some checks that came in. You had the naughty little thought of writing "Tom" as an item on that list, but ultimately decided against it.

"I'm not optimistic, let alone presumptuous," you grumbled, putting the pen away when you heard the doorbell ring again. What greeted you on the other side was Tom beaming at you with hands full of bags, already putting your naughtier thoughts front and center and on hyperdrive with how his muscles bulged under his sweater from the weight of them.

"Wasn't sure what drink you'd prefer," he said in an exhale as he put the bags down, taking out bottles as he listed them off to you. "So I got us a bit of a selection. Some sparkling water…some soda…and just in case…" He let out a bit of a chuckle before pulling out the last bottle, getting a giggle out of you as well the second you eyed the bold serif letters and the star on the gold label. "Champagne."

You started moving towards the cupboard where you stored your glasses when he crossed the distance between you two, placing his hands on your waist to stop you. "What're you--"

"I figured with the day you've had, you wouldn't want to do a single second of clean up so…" He darted over to the other side of the counter again, pulling out a small pack of paper cups. "I got these."

Oh dear fuck, he actually thought of everything, you internally swooned, indulging yourself in basking in another blissful moment that he'd somehow known to give you after being here for less than an hour.

"Also…" He reached into a bag that made a clinking sound when he set it down, pulling out a small vase that held three deep red carnations. "I got these for you. I know you're not one for those big garish arrangements, so I thought you might like these. They might go well in the living area, by your sofa, or also here--"

"They're perfect," you blurted out, not even bothering to hold back the smile that took over your face. You're perfect. I love you.

He stilled in his movements, looking at you with wide, shining, puppy-like eyes. "What did you say?" he breathed out, slowly starting to make his way to you.

Shit did I say that out loud?! "What? I didn't--I didn't say--" You couldn't breathe. Did you actually say those words out loud? Your knees felt weak. You clung to the countertop to stand upright, bracing yourself for the usual spiel.

You're a whole smoke show and all but I hope you didn't get the wrong idea. This was just for fun, where did that come from, sweet thing? I like you and all that, but I wanna keep this a bit more open, you know? We're young and I don't think I wanna tie myself down to just you.

Knowing Tom, he'd probably say something that stung less in the moment but when you actually took a second to let it sink in…the devastation would be on another level. He'd break you. And all you could do was brace for impact.

Once he'd crossed the distance between you two, he framed your face in his hands, those wide puppy-like eyes now seeing the sheer panic in yours, his expression betraying your expectations. He wasn't looking at you with a condescension and smugness that screamed of someone stroking his ego getting a girl to blurt out that cursed sentiment at a ridiculously early point in the relationship.

And saying it first, too.

But instead he looked at you with an increasing concern as your vision began to blur from the tears in your eyes. He pressed kisses up and down the side of your face, guiding you through your breathing so that you'd stop hyperventilating like the air was too thin to breathe in properly. "Oh, sweet goddess," he sighed against your skin, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "You weren't quite ready to say those words yet, were you?"

"I didn't say anything," you whimpered lamely, making him lean away to get a look at you, wiping away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

"Alright, it's alright," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You're not quite ready to hear those words yet, either. That's alright." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace that deceptively felt too much like home, kissing the top of your head.

It took a good few moments before you could bring yourself to return his embrace, hearing a sound of relief from him when you finally did. "I'm sorry it's just--I'm not--"

"Shhh shhh, there's no need for apologies," he whispered into your hair. "I just want you to know something." He tucked his hand under your chin, tilting your head and kissing you again before continuing. "I want you to know how that I am already beyond happy that you share your time and your body with me, and I'll never take that for granted. And if the day ever comes that you wish to give me your heart, I want you to know that it will be safe with me. Because those words that you didn't say earlier? I feel the same way."

The violent fluttering in your stomach was back. "Tom, I--"

"When you're ready, and only when you're ready, I'll be here. I'll always be here." He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing his nose across yours. "We don't have to talk about it."

You eyed him with incredulity. How could you both just go on pretending that you didn't just stupidly blurt out those words? How could he be okay with that?

"Right now I am more than happy to simply spend the night having a lovely dinner with my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" you repeated, breathless. After the level of batshit that was the last few minutes, he wanted to keep this going?

"Only if you wish to be," he said in a rush, bewildering you when you saw a similar type of panic enter his eyes. "I'd--I'd be fine if you don't want to put a label yet I just…" He sighed, pressing another soft kiss to your lips before tightening his arms around you. "I didn't want what we started to end just because we stopped working together."

"I…" Your words caught in your throat, finding it near impossible to even form anything coherent while he continued to press kisses to your cheek and temple. "I haven't been anyone's girlfriend in so long," you said in a rush. "And the last time, it--it burned me."

That last time scarred you so badly you began to see the appeal of the 'eternal bachelorette' lifestyle. Because much as it was so tempting to get lost in the feeling of being pursued and courted, you knew the downfall when eventually they would grow complacent. When they started seeing you as something 'routine'.

When they want the thrill of the chase again, mixed in with the thrill of betrayal.

You barely had anything left in you to even attempt going into that adventure one more time. And yet you already knew that you were going to. For him.

Because you loved him. You even said it yourself with your a-plus timing that was so premature that teenage boys would be embarrassed for you.

"The last thing I would ever want is to hurt you," he whispered, his breath warming your face as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "All I want at this moment is to know that tomorrow morning I wake up holding you again."

You could hear how every single voice that gave you a reason to not take another chance on him fade away into a dull murmur in the back of your head. His eyes shone with all the barely-there restraint, as if he had more words ready. As if he was trying to stop himself from pleading his case to you.

One last shot, you could hear the tired voice in you give in. If this goes down the drain, I don't ever wanna try again. I won't have enough heart to break if he ever decides he's done with me.

"Girlfriend," you tested the word, his breath hitching when he heard you say it. "I kinda like the sound of that."

Getting used to a new timezone wasn't quite something that got easier with time, which was how Tom ended up waking earlier than intended, warm contentment washing over him once he felt you in his arms. He shuffled closer to you, stifling any sound that might come out of him when you met him halfway, your naked body pressing against his own and letting out a little contented sigh when skin met skin.

He still couldn't quite believe what happened last night, remembering the way his heart jumped in his chest when he heard the whispered words from you. It wasn't his imagination or his daydreams getting the better of him, you said them. I love you. And he wanted nothing more than anything to scoop you up into his arms and say the words back.

But the panic in your eyes once you realized what you'd said tore at him and stopped him from doing just about anything. There was a hurt that painted your face last night as if you were bracing for impact. Like you were just preparing yourself for incoming pain. And the realization that you weren't ready to say the words or maybe even hear them had him pushing the words back down his throat with every ounce of strength he had.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. The second to last was to scare you off.

Until that day came he would cling to the little things, find ways to show you his affections if hearing them wasn't quite yet an option. For now he was more than happy knowing that your relationship was far from over; in fact, it was safe to say that it was just beginning.

He pressed his lips to your shoulder, kissing a trail up to your ear and smiling against your skin at the little whimpers and moans that escaped you with every kiss. "Good morning, goddess," he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear when you stirred in his arms.

"Hmmph…mooring," you slurred, stirring in his arms, your voice still rather thick with sleep.

"I'm going to go out and see what I can get us for breakfast. Any special orders? Cravings?"

It took a few seconds before he could make complete sense of what you murmured, your words jumbled together. "French toast and bacon, please."

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his heart skipping a beat when he felt your cheek rise in a smile against his lips. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll wake you when I'm home." There it was again. That slip of the tongue that had him grinning ear to ear whenever he said it.

Home. It wasn't a hotel room in a hotel room in Sydney. Or Atlanta. It wasn't his house back in London. Or his mum's.

It wasn't even here, in an apartment in Los Angeles.

It was you.

He could be camping out in the depths of the woods folding himself into a tent, but if he was sharing that tent with you, then he was home.

And if his realization already had his heart behaving erratically, your next words had it going on overdrive. "Okay, be careful. I love you."

He waved a hand in front of your face. No reaction. Your guards weren't fully up because you were barely even half-awake. He decided to go for it, hoping that somehow even through your sleep-laden mind, his message would reach you.

"I love you, too."

A/N: In hindsight, if I knew that this was gonna turn into a whole series/collection, I would've named it better 😂 Anyways, welcome to the first 'chapter' in the 'said it first' arc! We've seen these two blorbos in their happy in love era with the Soccer Aid Chronicles as well as their Kinktober shot, but we haven't ever really seen anything from them that resembled angst…Well that's because that era went down early on in their relationship. Like in the first few months early on, and it really stems from Reader and her baggage making it a whole ass journey to say "I love you" without wanting to curl up in a hole she buried for herself.

This arc will have 5 entries…at least that's what my notes said, but let's see where my writer brain takes us 😂

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Stay Still

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort 

Summary: Din cares for you after you're injured protecting Grogu.

Warnings: cannon typical violence, injury

Note: Apparently this is a draft clean out day :) Please let me know if you all want a part 2, this was something I started a couple years ago and couldn't figure out how to finish until now.

     “Mando!” You looked for him frantically, pressing Grogu tight against your chest as blaster fire rained over you. You had found a pile of rocks and rusty metal parts to crouch behind for cover. Din had told you to take Grogu and run for the ship. You hadn’t made it before the blaster assault came from every direction, forcing you to stop.

Now you were trapped, breathing hard, firing occasional shots and searching for Din. If Grogu got injured because you couldn’t run fast enough, you'd never forgive yourself. But you would die before that happened, a thought you knew was in danger of becoming reality.

The ground next to your foot erupted in dust and smoke as whoever shooting got closer to his target.

     “Mando!” You cried, cradling Grogu as he whimpered and clung to you. “Mando, where are you?!” 

     He didn’t respond. You couldn’t see him hiding in the rocky, barren terrain. But that was good. Perhaps whoever was shooting couldn’t see him either. 

     You set your jaw and readied your blaster, looking down at Grogu who looked up at you with wide eyes. “Hold on, little one. We’re going to get to the ship.” 

     Grogu seemed to understand, his little hands gripping you even tighter. The blaster fire grew heavy and close. It was going to pierce your hideout any moment now. Your insides were trembling and you felt tears stinging your eyes. You tucked Grogu against you and took a breath. Then you scrambled out from behind the rocks and ran for your life to the ship. 

     You didn’t make it. 

The ramp was lowered and in sight. There was barely two strides left between the end of the clay ground and cool metal. A sharp pain stabbed your right leg from behind and you cried out, landing just short of the ramp. Grogu squirmed out of your grip, crying and looking around frantically. You gasped against the raging pain. You pushed Grogu forward, praying that his powers would keep him safe. “Get to the ship!” 

     And that’s when you heard it. Blaster fire coming from the ship’s entrance. You looked up to see Din running down the ramp and firing back at the shooters. Grogu ran to him as fast as his little legs could go. Mando scooped him up and deposited him safely inside the ship. 

     You struggled to stand once more, the blood slick on the back of your leg. Din’s arm wrapped around you, helping you to walk. With a few struggling steps the two of you were finally inside the ship. Din smacked the controls and raised the ramp, his shoulders relaxing as it closed with a thud, blocking out the storm of phaser blasts.

     “We have to go,” You told him, squirming against the pain as Din set you down on the floor. “Din, we have to go!” 

     “You’re going into shock.” Din pulled off his helmet and sat it next to Grogu who was watching with big, frightened eyes. He pulled off his gloves next.

     “Is Grogu okay?”

“He’s fine. Now stay still.”

You jumped as the blaster fire continued. “It’s not safe here, we have to move the ship.” You started to get up. “I’ll start the pre-launch,”

“Stay still!” Din put a hand to your shoulder, pushing you back to the ground hard.

"Din!" You started to argue, but that's when the pain hit. Hot and intense, it ripped through you as if you had been shot all over again. You screamed and grabbed at your leg, only vaguely aware of Din keeping you in place as he fixed a tourniquet to your leg.

He talked to you, his voice steady. But you couldn't tell what he was saying as the pain and darkness took control. Something like "I love you" wafted through the haze. But perhaps it was the delirium from the pain. Regardless you reached for him, grasping his sleeve, hoping that you would remember to ask him when you woke up.

Provided you did ever wake up...

Part 2 available on Patreon

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[monster-slxt]

It was supposed to be a fun and relaxing trip to the zoo. The you got separated from your friends. The you feel into the tentacle monster enclosure. Now you're stuck with tentacles in every hole and your belly expanding with it's eggs. The onlookers are enjoying the show though.

It was supposed to be a relaxing trip to see the new exotic tentacle creature, they're so rare because it's just so hard to get them to breed in captivity so any zoo that was showing one had a big attraction on their hands. You just had to see it.

Well ok, maybe you were more excited than your friends. And maaaybe when they wanted to see the tigers you stayed behind to see the tentacle monster. So you got separated, but it would be worth it. Like, everyone's seen a tiger before, but when would you ever get another chance like this?

And you were right, it was already getting crowded. The exhibit was dug deep into the ground, a pit with rails around for viewing. It wasn't that hard to elbow your way to the front, but you weren't expecting to be knocked over the guard rails when you got there.

The fall was quick, but instead of hitting hard ground you were caught by something long and slimy. But before you can comprehend that you didn't smash into the ground you're struck with vertigo again as the tentacles position you into the perfect position for breeding.

Slimey tendrils snake under your clothes, leaving you incredibly sensitive in their wake. Tentacle slime was a very common ingredient in lube, famous for its incredibly strong aphrodisiac qualities. You're a blissed out moaning mess before you can even think to struggle, and when the first curious tentacle snakes it's way into your waist band it feels like heaven. A tentacle forces itself into your mouth, cutting off your moans and pumping more of that wonderful tingling fluid down your throat. You feel like your burning up, far too empty. You need to be stuffed full of- of something.

By now people are crowding around the enclosure, some trying to get zoo keepers to help, but most are enraptured at the show. This kind of behavior has never been documented in tentacle monsters before, and you're certainly putting on quite the show.

You barely notice when, in trying to fund a nice warm hole, the tentacle monster fully strips you. Instantly several smaller tentacles are worming into your hole, working you open for the main event. Every nerve is on fire and you can only focus on how full you feel as your prepped and stretched. The loss of contact when the creatures decides your ready feels like the end of the world, but you don't suffer long. Something even bigger takes its place and starts fucking you at a brutal pace. A crowd is really gathering now, people are recording and even though a few keepers have shown up, everyone seems hesitant to stop the show.

A new pressure builds at the base of the tentacle fucking you, and if you were less brain dead you might have panicked. But all you could even register was how good it feels to be stretched even further, to feel the bulge works it's way deeper and deeper inside you until it's deposited deep in your guts. More are quick to follow, dozens and dozens of eggs pumping deep into you, rounding out your taught stomach until you couldn't possibly fit any more.

Finally done with your holes, the creature drops you down on the ground of its enclosure, smaller tentacles caressing your swollen tummy. A keeper gingerly walks in and helps you leave once the tentacle monster fully looses interest in you. Now that there's proof of how these things breed, the zoo will obviously want to keep you around for a while. They want the eggs obviously, but they also want to figure out what make the tentacles decide you were prime for breeding. And if that turns into getting fucked full of eggs a dozen more times, well, win win right?

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[gemini-sensei]

This morning I am thinking about goth!omega!Reader who doesn't care for alphas, she just wants her own lil family. (I started writing this post this morning and it got too long for me to finish it before now, so here it it) (unedited) (@sensei-venus)

She's never been too interested in finding a mate, unlike other omegas. She's always done her own thing, often thought to be quite lonely. People think she's stand-offish but really she's just shy. That being said, she's good at what she does - her career putting her in a good place to start having pups.

So she gets herself into a clinic for single omegas or beta couples looking to have pups. At first, she was just going to go the clinical route but changed her mind when she head live donation was more successful. After doing her own research and seeing studies about knots being more effective in the process, she agreed to live donation.

What the clinic failed to tell her was that it wasn't going to be anonymous.

Reader found herself cooped up in a mating hotel waiting for n alpha to show up. It was nerve wracking for her as she hadn't had many good interactions with alphas in the past. Most didn't like her style, preferred more colorful and cutesy omegas, or they didn't like her "attitude", believing she was being g rude to them when reallynshe just didn't know what to say.

She thought about backing out, doing it clinically, but she'd already paid for the donation. It was a hefty lumpsum of a deposit, the rest she'd have to pay after it took...

To make herself feel better she touched up her makeup in the bathroom, which was where she was when the oor to the room opened. With it, the smell of an alpha wafted into the space and she grew nervous. However, undertones of their musky rut followed and made her soon-to-be heat riddled pussy gush with slick.

"Omega?" a gruff voice called out. It was feminine.

She peeked out of the bathroom and looked to the door to find a pretty, tall blonde. She had a rough and tough look to her, commanding dominance just with her stance, a posture they said "I demand to not be underestimated."

It made Reader have to squeeze her legs together as she hid in the doorframe.

"You're my donor?" she asked meekly from the door.

The alpha walked in completely and shut the door behind her. "Yeah. I'm Tory."

Reader became flustered and it was obvious that the alpha's presence was bringing her heat to the forefront. She'd never had this happen before, never felt so effected by an alpha, nor had so much slick soak into her panties at one time. She introduced herself and stepped out of the bathroom, letting the alpha see her.

She was only in a thin silk robe, though it did little to hide her curves. If anything, it accentuated them, which she thought was clever of the staff to do; give her something that showed off her legs and barely held in her tits so that she could attract the alpha they provided her. Even so, she tried to cover up a little more.

Tory's eyes darkened with lust and she pumped out her scent. "Oh, omega, don't do that. I wanna see the pretty body I'm about to breed."

She came closer to Reader, who was about to start shaking because she was so turned on by the alpha. Tory put a hand on her cheek only to run it down her neck and push under the flimsy robe, pushing it off her shoulder.

"I can smell your heat, omega," she grunted, taking a deep breath and letting it a satisfied sogh. "Smells so good, I could eat you up. But thats not why I'm here, is it?"

Reader shook her head. "No..."

"No," she repeated with a brash, wolfish grin. Her eyes dropped to Reader's chest and she exposed more of her body, becoming amused as she discovered Reader's gothic lingerie. "Oh, look at you, all dressed up for me. Well, I guess not really, more for the occasion."

Shyly, Reader didn't answer. She just helped by untying the belt of her robe and shrugging it off, letting it pool at her feet. Suddenly, for the first time in her life, she's hoping to impress an alpha with her body. And from the look in Tory's eyes, she succeeded.

Tory pounces, grabbing Reader by the waist and pulling her into a deep, heavy kiss. Tongue pushing past her lips and exploring her mouth, happily letting Reader's black lipstick smudge onto her lips. At the same time, she leads the omega to the bed and lays her on the bed, refusing to break the make out.

Reader fell into the full swing of her heat and pulled out of the kiss to beg for the alpha. She was clawing at Tory's clothes, trying to get them off of her because she needs it off. She had to.

So Tory abided to the omega's wishes and starts stripping. She got down into her boxer briefs and Reader was salvating at the bugde protruding from them. Tory hooked her thumbs into the waistband and shoved them off, freeing her cock and letting Reader have a nice look at it, as well as her fat knot.

"Alpha, please I need your cock," Reader begged, slick gushing out of her cunt. Her panties are sticky and wet, showing off the outline of her perfect pussy as she spreads her legs to the alpha. "Please, alpha, I need you."

"I know omega," Tory grunted, fishing her cock in one hand and squeezing her knot with the other. "But do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm ready!" Reader whined, pulling her panties off. A string of slick clung to the fabric, stringing out until it snapped and hit her thigh. She was utterly soaked. "I'm ready, see. Ready for alpha to breed me."

Tory groaned as she watched Reader present herself, pre cum leaking from her tip and dripping onto the sheets between Reader's legs. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet! Such a good omega for me! Goddamn."

She climbed onto the bed over Reader and starts sliding her cock through her folds, prepping herself quickly and messily. Under her, Reader was moaning and panting with need, absolutely needy and foggy in the head. She spread her legs as far as she could, giving Tory the room to occupy her space. Then her cockhead caught on her clit and rubbed over it making the omega whine loudly.

"Alphaaa!"

Tory pulled her hips back, lined up her cock to Reader's cunt, and thrust forward. In one motion, she bottomed out in the omega and had her shaking under her. Her fat thighs jiggles, her chest quakes, tits bouncing. She cried out in pleasure, feeling the thick cock stretch her out and the wide knot at her entrance. She shuddered and threw her arms around Tory, wanting her close. Tory abided again, but not before grabbed Reader behind the knees and pushing her legs into the mattress. She seemed to sink impossibly deeper at this simple change and Reader's eyes rolled up.

"You're such a pretty omega," Tory told her as she started humping into her, grinning down at her. Reader's lipstick was smudges and tears were brimming her eyes, collecting her mascara. "So fucking pretty."

Then she pulled her hips back properly and fucked into her harder, making the omega cry out again. Her tears fells and streaked her makeup down her cheeks, staining the white sheets under her. The impact also made Reader's tits bounce and fall out of her bra, leading Tory to breaking it so they fell out completely. Once that happened, she grabbed one and squeezed it hard.

"You want these full of milk, don't you, omega? For the pups I'm gonna give you?" Tory grunted, her thrusts getting a little harder. She grinned widely as she listened to the omega under her, moaning so pretty for her. "Yeah, you like that, don't you? How I'm here just to breed your perfect little cunt. It just gets tighter the more I talk about it."

It was true. Reader's velvet walls clenched around Tory's cock with every word, especially concerning breeding and pups. She wanted it so badly, so desperately, and her body was craving it. Her pussy needed to be full of cock, cum, and a fat knot to ensure she was well bred. The mere thought made her eyes roll up, mouth open only to moan and whine for it.

"Yeah, that's right," Tory smirked, tweaking her nipple and making her moan louder. "Don't worry, omega. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna give you all the pups you want."

Reader nodded happily, trying to keep her wits white her but it was hard. Her mind was so hazy, all her thoughts revolved around getting a fat creampie and getting pregnant. It was all she wanted. Tory's cock dragged along all the best spots only for her to hit her sweet spot. They shook the bed, beat it into the wall, and made a mess of the sheets as they panted, moaned and cried out for each other.

"Take my knot," was the last thing Reader heard before bliss.

Tory shoved her knot into Reader and lodged it into her tight cunt, resulting in the best orgasm she ever had. It shook her whole body and made her see stars, head running blank as it tore through her. She screamed with please as she milked Tory's cock with desperate need. Not long after her Tory came, filling the omega with thick ropes of cum. Her balls drew up, making sure to give her the hefty load. With each throb her cock gave, Reader moaned.

Her hand came to rest on her belly as she started to come down from her high, panting hard as she imagined her fluffy, soft belly would soon round out. Tory was filling her up so well, making her feel so full, and not a drop of it was leaking out of her thanks to the knot plugging her up so well. She began to bloat with all the cum the alpha had stored up for her, making her moan softly.

When she finally started to taper off, Tory dropped her body onto Reader. Her soft, chubby body was warm and so nice to lay on. She rested her head on her fat tits, closing her eyes. After a few moments of heavy panting, Reader started playing with her hair.

Tory grinned. "I'm not done with you, omega... soon as I catch my breath, I'm fucking you on my knot... I'm gonna make sure this is worth every penny you paid..."

"On your knot...?" Reader mumbled.

"Mhm," Tory hummed, then groaned as she felt Reader's pussy clench at the idea. "Fuck, you're hot..."

They were about to have the best heat and rut cycles of their lives, and they could hardly wait.

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[pinkanonwrites]

Imagine if Malleus was turned into a gliding lizard, he'd be so tiny!!

I did end up going with a lizard for Malleus's transformation rather than a dragon, I hope you all enjoy it! I think it suits him well.

GN! Reader, They/Them pronouns, Comfort

+2,100 words

“ I think they just have trouble believing that you can see things from their perspective, that’s all.”

Malleus couldn’t help but cock his head at your statement. “Their perspective?”

“Yeah. They all see you as this all-powerful super mage, you know?” You shrugged in response. “When you think someone is that far above you, it’s hard to picture them actually experiencing the world the way you do. That you actually see things…” You made a vague flattening motion with your hands. “At their level.”

“At their level…” He hummed, hand resting on his chin and thoughts appearing to be a thousand miles away. “Your insight has been greatly helpful tonight, Child of Man. I hope I have not troubled you with these questions.”

“Not at all! If you ever need a hand, just let me know. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Malleus chuckled. “That we certainly are.”

When Malleus had asked you about his inability to connect with most of your fellow classmates on his regular night visit to Ramshackle, you weren’t sure if there was any advice you could give that would actually help him out. Regardless of your direction of his appearance and mannerisms, people would think what they wished about the future King of Fae, and the last thing you wanted was for Malleus to try changing anything about himself. But maybe if you could get him to understand that it isn’t necessarily his fault, it would help ease a bit of the burden.

You can’t say you expected it to end like this though, with Lilia depositing a small, greyish-brown lizard into your hand after instructing you to open your palm to him. First thing in the morning and everything.

“You take good care of him now!” He chirped, and if you hadn’t reached out with your free hand to death-grip his blazer sleeve you’re certain he would have pivoted on his heel and left it at that. But ohhhhh, not today. You weren’t letting another bonkers boy slip right out from your grasp without explaining just what the hell he was going on about.

“What the hell are you going on about?”

“Oh? This was your idea, wasn’t it? For Malleus to get to see things…” He perfectly copied the hand motion you’d made to Malleus the night prior. “On your level.”

“That doesn’t explain the lizard! And were you spying on us?”

“Honey, I’m always keeping one eye on what our dear little prince is up to. That’s my job!” He gave you a playful boop on the nose with the tip of one manicured finger. “And the ‘lizard’ is gonna be your scout for the day! After a day in the life of our beloved Prefect I’m sure he’ll have all sorts of fun commoner stories to tell Malleus about when I come to pick him up.”

“So I’m just… carrying around a lizard all day? For Malleus?”

“That’s the spirit! Why don’t you show our little scaly sweetie here all the cool stuff you get up to then? I’ll be back at sunset to collect him. Have fun you two!” He reached over to the lizard in your palm and gave it a mimicking boop. “And don’t cause any trouble! Any more than usual, at least.”

And with a whirl of sparkles and a flash of a glinting fang, Lilia was gone. You looked down at the lizard in your palm, staring up at you with little, googling eyes.

"I guess… you're coming with me today?"

In response (you think?) the lizard gave you a slow blink and a little flick of his tongue.

"Alright. Not like my day could get any weirder anyway. Should I put you in my pocket, maybe? Or you could-WOAH!"

Instead of letting you decide, the little lizard took a flying leap from your outstretched palm, landing square in the center of your chest and scrabbling wildly against the fabric as it struggled to find a grip. You quickly cupped a hand under the little creature and let it clamber upward until it had found a comfortable resting place on your right shoulder.

"Jeez! A little warning next time? What if I dropped you?" A little webbed foot papped against the lower side of your cheek and you sighed, reaching up to give your new tag-along a pat on the head with your index finger. "Alright, alright, I forgive you. Just be a little more careful, okay little buddy?"

Before you could even finish bonding with your new scaly friend, the door to Ramshackle house blew open behind you. Bursting from the doorway was a whirlwind of ashy gray fur, blue flames, and shrieked, panicked placations.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Grim yowled as he veered a hard left and disappeared behind the house. From within you could hear your spectral roommates shouting for your attention, twinkling bursts of magic going off in the distance. If you had to guess, Grim had probably set the living room curtains on fire… Again.

"WATER MAGIC, YOU GUYS! NOT WIND MAGIC!" You hollered as you rushed back into the house. Looks like you were going to be late for morning classes again.

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Seven class periods, one free study, an incredibly hectic lunch time, and several after-school assignments from the Headmaster later, and you were barely hanging on by the skin of your teeth. Malleus sure picked a doozy of a day to send a little lizard to keep an eye on you, because it felt like just about everything that could have gone wrong did.

You spent all of your Flying class miserably landlocked, as usual, running drills and doing jumping jacks until Coach Vargas had deemed your amount of exercise “suitable.” 

Then during your History of Magics study period you were stuck looking up what ended up to be first-grade level history on the Shaftlands, missing your chance to get any of your actual essay done in-class.

In Potionology you added powdered mint leaves instead of dried, and the resulting mishap quite literally blew up in your face. Fortunately you had been fast enough to block your lizard friend from the blast with the palm of your hand, but you had to stand there soot-stained and miserable throughout the remainder of Professor Crewel’s lecture anyway.

You nearly got trampled by the lunch rush, and if it weren’t for Jack’s quick thinking you’d probably be a pavement pancake right now.

Then, as if you hadn’t had enough to do in your regular school day, Crowley had you visit every single Phys. Ed club and take their photos for the school newspaper. Does he even know how hard it is to wrangle a bunch of mean, sweaty teenagers into letting their pictures be taken? He must have, because that would explain why he made you do it.

Finally back to Ramshackle Dorm, the sun was already setting when you slumped up the steps and collapsed face first into your mattress. Homework could wait. Right now you just needed a chance to breathe.

Vaguely, you felt a small, scaly figure wriggle itself underneath your palm and lift it up. You shifted your head to the side just enough to see the lizard propping up your palm like a makeshift tent, tongue sticking out as he stared you down with big, glossy eyes. You bit back a chuckle.

“Hey, buddy. Good hustle today. Didn’t fall off my shoulder even once.”

It scampered forward, floppy-limbed and frantic, until he stopped right in front of your face. A little, suction-cupped hand papped on the side of your cheek, a tiny show of solidarity in the face of your unending workload. It almost brought you to tears.

“Thanks, bud.”

You rolled onto your side, cupping him carefully again under one palm to keep him steady.

“You wanna know the worst part of today? Worse than running laps or failing history or almost getting trampled?”

He cocked his tiny head in your direction.

“The worst part is now you’ve gotta go home, and you’re gonna tell Malleus all about what a colossal fuck-up I am.”

The little hand papped against your face again, a few times, each with increasing urgency.

“It’s true! What one thing did I get right today? I’ve been tripping over myself just to keep from self-destructing since I got here. Everything you have here, it’s so… So different! And everyone seems to have no problem with it except for me. I’m just… “

You sighed, tracing a finger up and down the lizard’s soft, scaly back.

“I’m just tired, bud. I wish it was as easy for me as it was for everyone else.”

You trailed off again, one final thought budging to be let free. 

“I wish Malleus was here.”

POOF!

You wheezed, vision suddenly obscured by a thick, purple-black smoke. Despite its sudden, engulfing power, it almost made you feel strangely at ease. It smelled like the forest right after a heavy rain, the slight charge of a thunderstorm that’s only just passed. And as the smoke coiled and curled off over the edges of your mattress to seep onto the floor, the vision of Malleus Draconia appeared before you. He was draped across the bed in a position similar to yours, mirroring your pose with a look of incredible melancholy on his face.

“Oh, my Child of Man…”

“Malle-!?”

Before you could even begin to question him Malleus was sweeping you into a hug, burying your face in the fabric of his uniform. One of his hands held your lower back, the other cradled the back of your head so gently, oh so gently. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been hugged like this.

“The world has been incredibly cruel to you today, hasn’t it?”

Fuck. Fuck. You’d gotten so good at holding it in, at taking a deep breath and saying everything was going to be okay. But in less than a dozen words Malleus had obliterated every wall you’d so carefully constructed since arriving in Twisted Wonderland to keep from having a complete emotional meltdown. Well, there was no use trying to hold it in anymore, not with the way you were bawling into Malleus’s tailcoat, heaving like you were sure you were never going to breathe again.

But Malleus didn’t shush you, didn’t say that everything was going to be okay. He just held you tight, let you pour your emotions out into his expensive shirt, rubbed your back as your sobs became whimpers and finally soft, steady breathing once more. When you could finally pull yourself together enough to throw a sentence together, that’s when you pulled your face out of Malleus’s chest.

“How did…” You rasped. “How’d you get here? Did little buddy tell you? Are you like, psychically linked or something?”

“Ah. No, not quite. My apologies for the deception.” Malleus Draconia, looking sheepish? You never thought you’d see it. “I wanted to see what your days were like in a manner as unobtrusive as possible, so Lilia supplied the idea of a minor appearance transmutation so I could accompany you.”

“Oh. So you… Were little buddy?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. That’s… That’s kinda embarrassing.”

“How so?” You honestly should have seen it sooner, with the way Malleus looked at you with those curious, glossy-green eyes.

“I carried you around all day! I like… pet you, and stuff. You watched me almost blow myself up.”

Were your eyes deceiving you again, or was Malleus actually… Pouting? “My apologies. I never intended to make you feel this uncomfortable.”

“No! No, uh. I mean… It’s fine, really. It was nice, actually, having someone besides Grim keep me company all day. I’m glad it was you.”

He smiled, soft and warm and incredibly fond. The hand still cradling your lower back was rubbing  in slow, soothing circles, nearly enough to make you doze off. “I am glad as well. I’ve always known you to be fascinating, but I never could have considered just how much weight is upon you to succeed.” He cupped your cheek, thumb running back and forth over your cheek bone. “You, my Child of Man, are unfathomably strong. Never once have I considered you to be, in your words, a “fuck-up”.”

Your breath hitched again, and you thumped a palm against Malleus’s chest. “You’re gonna make me start crying again.”

“Then I shall cease my praises. For this evening, at least.” 

Eyelids fluttering, you let yourself curl closer into him, just the slightest bit.

“Thank you, Mal. For… For just everything.”

You knew that you wouldn’t be able to lie like this forever. Tomorrow you’d have to get up and stop Grim from burning the house down once again. Tomorrow you’d have to run laps and avoid getting trampled in the cafeteria and have to justify all the homework you weren’t able to get done tonight. But that was all for tomorrow. Tonight was just you, and Malleus, and what you thought was the ghost of a kiss on the center of your forehead as you drifted from the land of the waking into a, for once, peaceful slumber.

“Sleep well, my Child of Man... My love.”

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[munsonsduchess]

Eat me Alive

summary: domestic bliss with eddie is interrupted when an unexpected visitor comes calling w/c: 2,046 warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit smut, unprotected sex (don't do it, i'm warning you), dirty talking, bulge/size kink, praise, eddie munson in grey sweatpants, swearing a/n: so this was actually requested by anon and a few of you who liked the post mentioning a part two for the god and goddess of hellfire.

Not beta'd but a special mention to @pillow-titties who knew the american word for cooker. If you spot a typo or a mistake just ignore it, that's for authenticity.

(moodboard by me)

Eddie stood in front of the stove watching the bacon and eggs sizzle in the pan, a cigarette perched on his lips and his grey sweats hung low on his hips, his hair tied back in a low bun with one of your scrunchies. You were singing in the shower and it made him smile, he never thought this sort of domestic life would be for him but you'd gotten rid of all those negative thoughts.

You were singing to yourself mostly while you cleaned yourself up, summer had arrived in Hawkins and since Eddie had graduated he didn't need to worry about having to go back to school again in September so he was taking a few weeks to spend just the two of you before he got a proper job and started earning.

You'd been laid on your bed in your shared trailer reading Stephen King, the trailer itself had been a graduation gift to Eddie from his uncle Wayne and your parents combined. They knew you both wanted your own place and couldn't quite afford a house just yet so they'd spoken to the manager of the trailer park and had put a deposit down on an empty unit so you would have somethere of your own now that Eddie had graduated and you could properly begin your lives as a married couple. 

It was another lazy day since you had a few days off work to be at home with Eddie so you'd finally broken the back on the new Stephen King novel you'd been meaning to read. Something about a clown that was snatching up kids in a small town in Maine. You'd been engrossed in the book but apparently Eddie felt as though you weren't paying him enough attention so he had done away with your book and made you pay attention to him.

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He'd already drawn one orgasm out of you with just his mouth before he'd inserted his fingers into your sopping wet pussy. His mouth was still firmly attached to your clit, creating a vacuum with his lips as his tongue spelt out his name over and over again while three of his large fingers pistoned in and out of your drenched cunt. 

"Eddie - fuck, feels good. Don't  stop" you cried, your hips moving to meet the thrusts of his fingers. One hand fisting his hair tightly making him moan around you adding vibrations as he lapped at your core. His rings had been turned around so they faced inwards and were bumping against your swollen clit as Eddie moved to suck another bruise onto the inside of your thigh,

"Can feel you squeezing me baby, gonna cum again? Gonna soak my face?" 

"Gonna cum" you agreed, gasping as your back arched off the bed. Eddie's fingers curling forwards to hit that spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. His fingers worked you through your orgasm and as you came down to earth again,

"God you're so hot when you cum" Eddie groaned, palming himself through his sweats. You could see the damp patch on the front of the material and you bit your lip in anticipation, "gotta be inside you baby, gonna fill you up, have you dripping" 

"Fuck me Eddie" you rached out your hands for him and helped to discard the sweatpants, audibly moaning when his cock sprang fee and slapped his stomach. 

You'd always thought Eddie's cock was just as pretty as the rest of him, long and thick with a curve in the middle that helped him to hit your g spot. The tip was red and leaking and you wanted to run your tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of him, 

"You don't have t'ask me twice princess" Eddie lined himself up at your entrance and slowly slid himself into your dripping pussy, moaning at the feel of you clenching around him, "always so fucking tight, so wet" 

"S'all for you Eds" you wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer until his pelvis was flush against your own, "so big, stretching me out so good" you moaned. You loved the feel of him deep within you, the bulge in your tummy and the outline of his hard cock against your skin. 

Eddie waited until you started to wiggle your hips to let him know he could move. He pulled out almost all the way until just the tip was still inside you before plunging back in. His movements were deep and controlled, he wanted to draw this out for as long as he could but you wanted him quick and hard,

"Babe we can take our time later. I need you" 

"Who am I to deny my girl what she wants? What sort of husband would that make me hmm?" Eddie cooed at you as he lifted your legs so they were thrown over his shoulders allowing him to sink deeper into you with each thrust.

You cried out, hands gripping onto his shoulders and nails digging into his skin. Eddie fucked into you at a relentless pace, his hands holding your hips angling you so that each thrust hit where you needed him most,

"Oh fuck Eddie, right there" 

"Yeah baby that's the spot?" he angled you again and the tip of his cock brushed your g spot making you scream out his name, "that's my girl, always takes me so well" 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ed - feels s'good" your eyes were rolling back into your head as Eddie fucked you like you were a doll he'd bought in one of those back alley shops. You were there only for him to get off, his own personal sex toy. 

The thought made your head spin only adding to the sensations already coursing through your body. Sweat slicked and chest heaving, a combination of the summer heat and the exertion as Eddie fucked you, 

"Look at that baby I can see my cock in your tummy" he grinned, taking one hand off your hip to press down on the outline of his cock which only served to make you moan louder. Your brain had shut off by now, all that mattered was Eddie fucking you so good and the orgasm that was building in your core again, "awh what's wrong sweetheart? You too fucked out to speak?" 

Eddie loved knowing that he was the only one who had this affect on you, no one else would ever get to see how pretty you looked while he fucked you stupid. How it felt to have your tight little pussy clench around him, sucking him back in with each thrust. 

He could feel your walls fluttering around him and knew you weren't going to last much longer. Taking the hand that had been pressed against your tummy he began rubbing fast circles on your puffy clit making you cry out again and arch your back. Your body hurtling towards your third orgasm of the day, 

"Ed - gonna - god - gonna cum!"

"That's it baby, cum for me. Cream on my cock, make a mess" Eddie encouraged, he loved watching you fall apart. The look on your face was something he'd never tire of, no matter how many times he saw it. 

You came with a shout of Eddie's name before your body went limp in Eddie's arms. He kept a hold of your hips chasing his own release, it wasn't long before you could feel him cumming inside you. His hot spend painting your walls white, Eddie crumpled over you briefly, his cock softening inside you before he laid you back on the bed gently and pulled out. 

You whimpered slightly at the loss of him but Eddie shushed you with a chaste kiss. You could feel your joint fluids seeping out of your pussy, no doubt staining the sheets and the mattress forever but before you could protest you felt Eddie arranging your limbs before his weight disappeared from the bed. You heard the click of the camera shutter and the whirring of the machine printing the picture, 

"Eddieeee" you whined, "put the camera away. You have enough pictures" 

"No such thing princess" he shot back at you snapping a few more pictures before setting the camera down and leaving the room.

He returned moments later with a warm washcloth and cleaned you up as best he could. The washcloth was thrown into the pile of laundry by the door and Eddie lay next to you on the bed, his arms encircling you and bringing you close.

You were definitely going to need a shower after this, when your legs didn't feel like jelly, but that could wait. Right now all you wanted was to cuddle with your husband after your three amazing orgasms. 

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Eddie turned the stove off and scraped the food onto two plates. The shower had turned off a few minutes ago so he knew you'd be out soon and you were probably just as hungry as he was. 

Eddie grinned to himself, he had the whole day planned for you both. You'd eat, have a quick power nap and then he was going to see just how many times he could make you cum and if he could beat his own personal best. 

Opening the fridge however he frowned, you were out of milk and he knew you liked your coffee with milk and sugar,

"Babe I'm gonna run to the store!" he called down the hall, "Food is on the table!" 

Before he could find a shirt to throw on there was a knock at the trailer door. Not expecting anyone and thinking maybe it was a neighbour about another noise complaint Eddie sighed and swung open the door. Only to find Dustin Henderson standing on his doorstep with expectant stares, 

"I knew you were home!" Dustin said with a scowl, "dude you didn't answer your phone! This is important!" 

Without being invited Dustin walked past Eddie and into the trailer, he held a copy of the players guide in his hands. The teenager opened the book to a marked page and looked at Eddie, "well, aren't you gonna help?" 

"Henderson I swear to god - " 

Just then you emerged from the bedroom in nothing but an old shirt of Eddie's you'd cut up into a crop top and a pair of his boxers. Your hair was damp from the shower and hanging around you, dripping on the shirt and dampening it in places,

"Why is there a teenager on my couch?" you asked, "Dustin why are you here? It's summer vacation, go hang out with your friends" 

"I needed Eddie's expertise on something!" Dustin responded cheerily, "I figured you guys would be at home" 

"Henderson" Eddie started again, "I am trying to spend some … quality time with my wife, whatever this is it can wait" 

Dustin looked between you both. At the scratch marks fading on Eddie's chest and arms. At the dark purple bruises blossoming on your neck and your thighs and scrunched up his face in disgust, 

"God you guys are gross! I am so out of here" he raised himself immediately from the couch and headed for the door, "call me when you're done being disgusting" 

"You'll understand when you're older" you teased, "now go before I kick you out permanently" 

Dustin didn't need to be told twice and exited the trailer. Eddie all but slamming the door behind him, he groaned and slid his hands down his face,

"God I hate that kid sometimes" 

"Yeah well you're the one who got shared custody with Harrington so take it up with him" you shrugged snatching a piece of bacon off one of the plates, "he's not my kid" 

"If they're mine they're yours" Eddie argued, "you are the Queen of Hellfire" 

"Flattery will get you everywhere" you laughed, "but Harrginton is their mommy, not me" 

"Oh so what does that make me then" Eddie looked at you with a predatory gaze and you got the feeling you wouldn't be able to enjoy your home cooked bacon and eggs, 

"I'm not saying it" 

"You will" 

Eddie scooped you off the floor and threw you over his shoulder. He'd just order take out later. He had something more important to take care of right now

Tagging some folks who might be interested: @eddiesmutson @thisishellfire @hellfireeddiemunson @prettyboyeddiemunson @eddiemvnsonss @jobean12-blog @summerofsnowflakes

If you want to be added let me know!

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[ddejavvu]

ok but I LOVE your writing!!! I need your version of modern!anakin finding out you have a overstimulation kink 😵‍💫 I’m just imagining you saying “daddy, ‘s too much..” & him saying “no baby you can give me one more”

i shit you not i started writing this within one minute of you sending it 🤭

cw daddy kink, overstim, they have a safeword in place

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Anakin's face is still slick and sticky where it had been buried in your slobbering cunt only moments before. The remnants of that orgasm are smeared in abundance across his chin and cheeks, now deposited in a shiny layer over your collarbones as he feasts upon the skin there. He's voracious, tongue and teeth alike meeting your skin eagerly like he's trying to devour you. He's muffling groans into your neck as he licks fat, wet stripes of spit up its expanse, and when his teeth close around a sliver of skin at your jaw, you whimper beneath him.

"You ready, angel?" He croons, his voice gruff from exertion. He's been lying flat over top of you for a few measly minutes now, sucking at your neck in wait, but the hard-on he's steadily grinding into the soft flesh of your thigh lets you know it was purely for your benefit, not his own. He'd presumed, apparently, that you needed a moment to come down from your last high - one that had left you on the verge of blacking out - but you think you may need days to recover.

You're not ready. Well, you want to be ready, there's a buzz at your core that you don't think will go away for twenty minutes at least, and you usually let it pass before attempting another round. But the two of you haven't had the chance for sex in so long, too long, and you can't resist the feel of his cock now rutting between your thighs, just shy of your sloppy cunt.

"I can't," You mewl out in desperation, voicing your weak concerns though your safeword stays firmly in the back of your mind, and pointedly off of your tongue, "S'too much, Ani."

"Yes you can," He soothes, his voice smooth as he purrs against the crook of your jaw. He nestles another kiss to the skin, secure and firm, "Look, angel. You put me right between your legs. I didn't move, you did."

You crane your neck up to glance downwards, seeing exactly what you'd felt before; his hips now piston against both of your own, cock sinking between your thighs, instead of against one side while you'd laid in rest. Apparently you wanted him more than you comprehended before, if you'd subconsciously wrapped your thighs around him.

He listens for your safeword, you know he's waiting to hear if it falls from your mouth. But it doesn't, only another pathetic, "I can't, Ani."

"You can," He assures you, firmer this time, burying his face back into your neck. "You can give me one more." You feel him suck at an already-sore spot above your collarbones, just as you feel the head of his cock prod at your willing entrance. He pushes his hips forwards and you let out a cry as his cock slides into your slick cunt, the buzz you'd felt earlier rising in intensity like every single one of your nerves is a lit fuse the second his skin makes contact with yours.

"Ah-ah! Daddy," You blubber, lip full and plump on bottom as it puffs out in a pout, "Too much, daddy, too much!"

You writhe beneath him, cunt woefully unprepared for stimulation on top of stimulation. It burns, deliciously so, at your stomach, rousing your blood to a rolling boil and pricking at your thighs so that they twitch.

"You're okay,' He assures you, his voice a deep drawl as he eases your mouth open. You'd been gnawing at your lower lip and he thumbs at it until you release, then soothes the sting there with his own tongue. He licks into your mouth and you let him, because you're not sure if you could manage anything but eager compliance as you accommodate to the sting of his thrusts.

It's more than you've ever felt before, all at once, and the way he's kissing you doesn't help. His tongue is just as eager as his hips, probing relentlessly around your mouth and tasting every ounce of your slick that's rubbing off of his chin and onto your own face. He tries to go slow, to ease you into it with gentle, cautious thrusts, but the willing squelch of your cunt must be too much for him to bear, because his hips speed up after only a few attempts at niceties.

"God, angel," He hisses, the sound falling hot and heavy right onto your own tongue, "You're fucking begging for it. Your pussy's sucking me in," He pants, "S'not too much, is it? It's just what you need."

You can't muster up a voice to agree with him, so instead you bob your head vigorously. It means his kisses turn sloppy as he tries nailing your head down in one spot, and when he finally reconnects your mouths he presses his hard into yours, pinning it to the pillow.

"Easy," He grunts, hips relentlessly driving his cock into your core, "Easy, baby. I know you need it, I've got you."

"More," You beg, the only word that comes to mind as you claw at Anakin's tan biceps, etching red marks into them that you know he'll proudly flaunt later, "Daddy, more- please!"

He chuckles deeply against your mouth, tongue flicking at your upper lip, "Quite the change of tune, huh angel? I thought it was too much."

"No!" You gasp, "It's-" It is too much. It's too much, it's just enough, it's not enough all at once, and you arch yourself so that his cock hits a spot deep within you with a lewd squelch, one that has you writhing and Anakin swearing. "It's good! More, I need more!"

His hands, previously holding his weight over you, separate now, one staying where it is while the other jerks for your clit. He finds it with ease, one of his favorite things about you, and he grinds the pad of his thumb against it to induce shaking in your thighs.

The scream you let out is pornographic, and so are your babbles, "Please, Ani, I- ah! I want you, keep- keep doing that please, I-!"

He silences you with his mouth, cock now pounding against the same spot inside of you over and over again, each thrust bottoming out as the lewd slap of skin-on-skin makes itself known in the room. He reclaims your lips with a mild snarl, the sound gruff and ragged from his throat.

"Greedy," He spits like an insult, letting the word pool on your tongue with some of his own saliva, "Aren't you, baby? You want my mouth, my fingers, my cock," He lists, nipping at your bottom lip until it smarts, "My tongue? You want my tongue, baby, cleaning you up after I cum inside you?"

"Oh, Anakin, please!" You gush, your legs raising to wrap tightly around his back, ankles crossed there to lock him in place. It nestles him impossibly deeper inside of you, his thrusts hard-hitting and accurate without fail. He's memorized every inch of your body, and he's eager to show off his skill at taking you apart.

"Please cum, daddy, please," You beg, kissing eagerly at his mouth. He chuckles again, darker this time, as he lets you mouth at him.

"My cum, too?" He asks, taunting you with the way he now refuses to reciprocate a kiss. His words are garbled as you kiss them off of his lips but you understand them, cunt clenching around him as a whimper escapes your throat.

"Yes- Please, yes!" You cry, "Cum, please- please, Anakin, cum!"

"Greedy girl," He chastises, but he wouldn't be able to withhold your request if he tried, due to the sporadic but persistent clenching of your cunt, as well as the desperation that oozes from you when you lick at his mouth, "You want my cum, baby?"

"Yes!" You cry, tears beading in the corners of your eyes, half due to frustration and half due to overwhelming pleasure as he continues bullying your clit with his large thumb, "Yes, I want- I need your cum, daddy!"

"Take it," He grunts, his cock twitching before spurting hot, thick waves of cum into your cunt. He doesn't stop jackhammering into you the entire time, but you're already slick from your first orgasm, and the abundance of wetness gushes out obscenely over the bedsheets below your ass. You feel it trickle down your thighs and cry out as the sensation spurs on your own orgasm, and you're sure you've never felt bliss like cumming in unison with Anakin.

Your orgasm is intense. More stimulation than you've ever felt in your life, and the second in a row, your ears ring slightly as your vision blurs. All you see is the caramel color of Anakin's hair, and his intense gaze as he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes shut as he cums. He wants to watch you, to watch the way your own eyes shut, and see the way that his cock tears you apart. He studies you as you writhe, and only when your cunt spasms in shock around his dick does he slow himself and withdraw it.

His muscles are tired, but not spent. He lowers himself carefully onto the mattress beside you, eyes not once leaving your face as you struggle coming down from your high.

"Anakin," You whisper, the loudest you can manage, "Ani- please, can you-"

"I've got you," He murmurs, somehow able to read your mind as he pulls you into his embrace, sweat tacking up his skin as it sticks to your own. He kisses you softer this time, but still eager, careful to avoid leaning his thigh where it would bump against your spent cunt.

"That was good," You whimper, "Great- I- I was nervous that it was gonna be too much, but it was great."

"Good,' He croons, his nose brushing yours as he makes no further attempt to kiss you, but doesn't move his face away either. You're laying mouth-to-mouth, bodies and brains recovering from the static haze that had so recently overtaken them.

"I love you," Anakin pledges, for the feel of your skin stuck to his own, for the way that your body had sucked him into you and begged for more, for the way that you'd kissed at his mouth like you were pleading for him to reciprocate, for the way you'd let him tear you to pieces, for the way you're letting him stick you back together now. His hand strokes gently over your stomach and you breathe out, pushing it into his touch. His words are earnest and heartfelt, and you let your eyes flutter shut as they sweeten the atmosphere.

"I love you too," You breathe, lips brushing his relentlessly. He wants to lick the words out of your mouth again, to drink them straight out of your throat, but you need to rest, and he wants to soak you in while you do. So he pulls you impossibly closer, cushioning your head on his strong bicep, and lets you breathe against his lips as sleep threatens to drag your eyelids down.

"Rest," He hums softly, his voice barely above a grating whisper, "I'll clean you up."

"Thanks, Ani," You can't even muster the energy to smile, and your eyes don't wrench themselves back open when they shut this time. He breathes in tandem with you, your chests rising and falling in unison.

He waits, watching your chest slow from its rapid rhythm and ease into a gentler one. Your muscles, tired from strain, soften out under his fingers, and he grants you the rest you need to recover. After all, he'd promised to clean you up, and you'd begged for his tongue only minutes earlier. He'll let you sleep, with your thighs squeezed tightly shut to keep his cum safely in your warm cunt, then he'll keep his word and clean up the mess you'd both made.

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[eggyrocks]

bruised part five -> my person

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Iwaizumi's certain he's being punished. Some kind of penance for a transgression in a past life.

Her arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, and his arms are hooked under her knees as he carries her towards their apartment on his back. And he can feel too much of her: her cheek resting against his shoulder, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against his chest, and the warmth of her breath on the skin of his neck.

It makes it harder to focus. It makes him want to forget about how it was Bokuto's shoulder she was resting on when he arrived to bring her home. And that's something he won't let himself forget.

And as if she can hear this thoughts and decides she wants to torment him, she squirms, nuzzling in closer to him, and whispering softly, "Haji," in his ear.

He swallows before he answers. She's the only one who calls him that. "What's up?" he asks, trying not to let his rising heartbeat or twisting nerves seep into his voice.

"This is like," she starts, and then pauses, blowing out a hot stream of air that lands right on Iwaizumi's neck and goes straight down to his gut, "fucking, the millionth time you've picked me up drunk."

"Yeah," he agrees with a chuckle. "Well, you're a sloppy drunk."

She offers up a hum in agreement. "You must really fucking love me to put up with me this much."

Iwaizumi thinks that his heart leaps up into his throat, for just a second. "Of course I do," he confirms. "You're my best friend, dumbass."

There's nothing she has to say in response. She turns her head to bury her face in the fabric of his shirt. The rest of their walk back is silent.

It's only a few more minutes before they arrive home. Iwaizumi doesn't let her down once they cross through their front door and he kicks off his shoes. He ignores the smug sort of look that (the somehow still awake) Kyotani tosses in his direction and brings her directly to her room.

He thinks that she's asleep by the time he deposits her on the edge of her bed, and he's ready to throw a blanket over her and slink back into his own room. But the second he places her down, a hand goes tight around his shirt, and she yanks Iwaizumi down to lie beside her. "Stay with me tonight," she says, not once opening her eyes as she lays her head down on his chest and wraps an arm around his middle. "Like when we were kids."

It's not anything like when they were kids. When they had sleepovers and she managed to convince them both that there were ghosts and demons lurking, and they needed to stay together for protection. Or when her parents would fight and she would sneak through his window, staying the night with him just so she wouldn't be alone.

It's not anything like that, Iwaizumi thinks, as he hesitantly settles back against her pillows, and places his arm over her shoulders. "At least take your shoes off," he mumbles.

Through the darkness of her room, he can almost see the way her legs shuffle and struggle to kick off her still tied shoes. But she does so without ever lifting her head away from his chest, flicking her ankles so her shoes soar across the room, landing in a spot they're almost certainly not supposed to be.

She sighs, content, and wiggles in place, like she's trying to settle in deeper to him. "Did you know," she starts, voice heavy with sleep and intoxication, "that you've always been my person?"

Iwaizumi looks up at the ceiling. Shadows from the light outside her window shift and reshape. "Whaddya mean?" he asks, barely a whisper. He wonders if she can hear his heart beat.

"I dunno," she mumbles. "You're just my person. Like, our lives are so intertwined. I dunno who I'd be without you. Like, if you disappeared from my life tomorrow, I dunno how much of me would be left. I'd be like, a new person, y'know?"

And there's no one she'd pick over you.

Iwaizumi breathes evenly and deliberately. There would've been a time in his life, and maybe it was pretty recently, that those words would've made his chest swell up with pride. Because of course he's her person. She's always been his. That's how it's always been. It's always been them.

But now, the words twist in his chest like a knife.

I don't think she'd have room for a romantic partner that's not you.

"Don't worry about that kind of thing," he says, turning on his side, facing her and pulling her into a tighter embrace. "I got you."

Her voice is muffled, so he almost doesn't hear it when she says, "I know."

Tonight, he can be selfish. Tonight, it can be just them. He can hold her in his arms and he can't pretend that things don't have to change. Tomorrow, he will make room. But tonight, it's just them.

an: enjoy this written part :) i loved to write it. also im still working on the 500 follower requests dont worry

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[pathetic-sapphic]

viktor with a gf who’s usually positive and cheery but is going through a bad time in a lot of ways so she’s trying to hide it but not doing good at that either~ sorry ik it’s a lot

Our Love Will Be Passed On

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Something was going on and he wasn't sure what. Viktor always hated not having an answer to different questions and problems. His whole life and job revolved around finding solutions and he was usually very good at that. Science, engineering and theory came naturally to Viktor. But you... you weren't any of those things.

Quite the opposite actually. You were unpredictable, soft, warm, kind and so happy all the time. So what happened? What changed? He wracked his head with these questions for days, his mind constantly replaying your tired eyes, slouched posture and sorrowful demeanor.

He hated nagging you or overwhelming you. He knew that you hated worrying others, always so dead set on carrying your burdens alone. It's funny, for all the lectures you've given him about leaning on others and letting others help him, you were truly terrible at taking your own advice.

He wanted to let you come to him, at least he hoped you would. Viktor didn't like to pry into other people's business, but... you weren't other people. You were his, his girlfriend, his best friend, his sweetheart. You were his darling girl, and you were sad, maybe even depressed. No matter how much he wanted to trust you and give you time to confide in him, he wasn't sure he could endure seeing that crestfallen look on your face once more.

So, after finishing his work early for the day, Viktor put on his coat and headed towards your apartment. He made sure to pick up a lovely bouquet with your favorite flowers and your usual order from your favorite takeout place. Before he knew it, he was at your front door. Balancing the food and bouquet with one hand, while also trying to hold onto his cane, Viktor barely managed to ring your doorbell with his elbow, cursing when he almost slipped on the icy pavement.

After almost half a minute, the door slowly opened and Viktor was greeted by the sight of your teary, flushed face. Your usually sparkling eyes now only had a gloss of sadness over them, cheeks splotched red and lips trembling. He knew you must have seen him through the peephole because you'd never let anyone else ever see you like this.

In fact, he was surprised you even let him see you like this, you were always so stubborn and headstrong, not to mention a professional when it came to putting on a fake smile. So he cannot imagine just how awful you must feel to let him in like this. Nonetheless, he is grateful. Janna knows how many times you stood by his side, reassuring and comforting him, you were always a kind and joyful presence, lifting him up when he was so sure he had hit rock bottom.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears you let out a sob before you tackle him into a hug, tears immediately rolling down your cheeks. He tries to hold you and get you inside, closing your front door with his good leg and depositing the flowers and food onto shelf next to you. Viktor immediately puts his arms around you, shushing you gently, one hand cradling your head protectively while the other rubs your back.

''Oh, miláček. Why didn't you come to me sooner, hm? It hurts to see you so sad and in pain.'' He asks gently, looking down at your teary face. Even as you sob and sniffle, your eyes red with snot and tears running down your face, you're the most beautiful thing in the whole world to him. He presses a gentle kiss against your forehead as you gather your bearings, trying to control your breathing.

''I-I just... I didn't want to bother you. I thought that I could get through this on my own.'' You admit shyly, embarrassed at being seen by your boyfriend while in this state. You never planned on letting him see you like this, surely he'd think you were pathetic and needy. At least that's what your mind told you. Often times, you forgot just how loving and kind your dear Viktor was and he was to prove that once more, telling you; ''Oh my love, you know you could never bother me. I want to be there for you, when you're happy or sad, it doesn't matter to me. I want to hear you laugh and I want to hold you as you cry. Please, no more hiding your feelings and hurt. Let me take care of you, yes?'' Viktor asks with a soft smile on his handsome face.

You can't do anything but nod slowly, your face pressed up against his chest. You cringed at the realization that you were dirtying up his coat with your snot and tears but he didn't seem to care. Viktor held you in his embrace for a while longer before slightly pulling away to look at you. ''Now, how about we get cozy and have a movie night together? I got you your favorite and you can pick out whatever you wish, how does that sound?'' He asks, his thumb caressing your cheek and wiping away the remaining tears.

A slight smile appears on your face at his words. ''Can we watch something animated?'' You ask shyly at which Viktor grins in agreement, happy to see the old you coming back. ''Of course, my love. Pick out what you want us to watch and I'll heat up our food, okay?'' You nod, picking up the flowers he brought you, planning to put them in a vase.

Before you leave, you give Viktor a soft kiss. ''Thank you, for everything.'' You whisper as the two of you pull apart, holding the bouquet carefully against your chest so that you don't crush the flowers. Viktor lifts up one of your hands to his lips, kissing it gently. ''Anything for you, darling. I'll always be here, for better or for worse.''

''I love you, Viktor,''

''And I love you, more than anything.''

a/n: woah this came as a good small break from writing smut all the time lol. thank you for this request anon, i'm sorry that it took some time but i hope that it was worth it and that you're doing okay. feel free to message me if you ever need someone to talk to <3

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