#and your tears and snot slide to your mouth

[shotmrmiller]

dacryphilia baby!

simon's never really liked tears. people cry ugly, in his opinion. they get puffy-eyed, sclera bloodshot. their features twist ungracefully in their anguish, cheeks damp and ruddy. snot drips down their nose; clear, viscous. their mouths gape mid-sob, their shoulders tremble violently as they snort and gasp between fragmented words.

(never mind that the only time he's ever around a crying someone is when he stands in an interrogation room with a broken man who has crumbled under the pain he's inflicted, begging for mercy, coughing up anything and everything he needs to know.)

until he met you, with your bright eyes, soft lips, and gentle spirit.

tears suddenly make his cock throb. the first time he'd seen them, you'd been straddling his lap, wet heat struggling to stretch and accommodate to his size. your eyes glistened with unshed tears as you sank onto him, keening at feeling so full and he's barely halfway in. brave, little pet. sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. you'd looked a dream when your cunt finally swallowed him whole, thighs flush against his, looking up at him triumphantly with beads of moisture on your clumped lashes.

the second time, you'd been stressed from work, nerves raw and frayed, and patience nonexistent. nothing he couldn't fix with his head between your thighs. he plopped you on the kitchen counter, ignoring your snarling protests, and lapped up your slick with the thirst of a man lost in a desert. you came in minutes, hiccupping his name through sharp gasps of breath. you'd been spent after, body slumping with fatigue post torrent of cathartic release. he'd held your face in one hand, fingers dimpling your cheeks as he fucked your thighs, covering your cunt with his spend when a singular tear spilled from the corner of your eye.

and now. he clings to the idea of making you cry from overstimulation. he wants to see tears track down your dampened cheeks, yearns to taste salt on his tongue, aches to see your eyes glimmering under the warm glow of the bedroom lamp in the bedroom. the mere thought of your tears flowing down your face in rivulets leaves him momentarily unbalanced. he could burst in his pants untouched.

you're always so pliable beneath him, so giving when he wants to take. simon slides a finger through your wet folds, gently prodding your entrance, teasing. he knows exactly what to do to get you to the brink and keep you there— teetering that knife's sharpened edge of biting discomfort and searing ecstasy. "so close, m'so close," you garble as you try to buck your hips (he pins them down to the bed firmly, you will receive what he gives and nothing more) and he keeps at it until your throbbing pussy hurts from being held back from the edge. until you beg him with shimmering eyes to please, please, let you come. you'll be good, so good, just— please.

he gives it to you, satisfied with how delicious you look— all glossy-lipped and luminous eyes— swirling your swollen pearl under his thumb until you climax, pushing two fingers into your cunt so you can have something to clench around. your soul is barely coming back down from the heavens when he's pressing your thighs against your chest, knees almost to shoulders, feeling the air in your lungs being punched out of you when he bottoms out in one long stroke. the angle is on the verge of too much, feeling that deep pinch in your stomach you'd felt the very first time he rut his cock into you.

simon can see your eyes well with fresh tears, his throat drying at the sight. he starts to put his weight behind each thrust, hearing the squeaks that fall past your lips. you take what he gives you so well, pride prickling in the base of his skull. it tightens the coil that's spooling oh so ever tighter beneath his navel but it's not enough. he wants what he wants.

he weaves a hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing tight circles on it until he feels your walls fluttering and squeeze him like a vicious vise. it rips the breath out of him, almost has him fucking his cum into you but he sharpens his focus— gritting his teeth to keep from ending the fun. his iron will has never been so useful. you're wriggling beneath him now as if trying to get away from him (as if you could) because he keeps touching your clit. your legs are shaking, your mewls are loud enough to cause a ringing in his ears but he quickly gets you to another orgasm. you're a sobbing mess now; hiccups, gasps, high-pitched squeals.

and tears. full-blown tears spill, roll down your pretty face, sticking strands of your hair to cheeks. he wants to see this forever. wants it etched behind his eyelids, wants it inked on his skin (what a thought. he just might, no one has to know.)

he relents, abandoning your over-sensitized clit to grab at your fleshy hips to piston into you until he comes with a groan (and salt on his lips)

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley #cod smut #simon riley x you #simon riley smut

[utahimeow]

“kenma?”

“hmm?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off the tv screen where he shoots at enemies left and right, but his ears are all yours.

“who was your first kiss?”

it’s become a habit of yours to watch his fingers move on the controller, long and thin and dexterous, wondering how he manages to move them in such a swift manner that to you seems impossible.

“didn’t have one,” he says, blunt.

“ever?”

“ever.”

“how?” you ask, both surprised and not—though now that you think about it, through all the years you’ve known him, he probably would have told you if he had.

“all i did in middle and high school was play volleyball and game. didn’t have time to kiss anyone. also didn’t care about it,” he admits.

you suppose if he wasn’t with you or kuroo, he was at home, playing video games. but there was that little obsession of his with shoyo hinata… so you guess it wasn’t a crush after all.

there’s only an ounce of hesitation behind what you say next, because yes, kenma’s your best friend and this could change the trajectory of your entire relationship with him, but also it’s kenma. kenma who you’ve shared a bed and clothes with, kenma who’s seen you at rock bottom and who’s wiped your snot and tears away when you were at your lowest, kenma who you’re attached at the hip with.

“what if i was your first kiss?”

kenma doesn’t falter at your words, not even for a second as he plays on expertly, nonchalant as always.

“uhh, why?” he asks, and you’re triumphant. if it was a ‘ew, no, what the fuck?’ then that’s how you’d know you fucked up. but it’s not.

“it kinda makes sense for me to be your first. also, i just wanna know what it’s like to kiss you,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders.

the next few moments are full of nothing but controller sounds and the music from the video game on the tv. in the faint glow that radiates from the screen, you make out a tiny dusting of pink on kenma’s pale cheeks.

eventually he gulps. then, “can we drink first?”

your mouth falls open with an insulted gasp and you have half a mind to smack him over the head.

“if you think i’m ugly you can say that, kozume,” you pout, crossing your arms.

“it’s not because i think you’re ugly, dumbass.”

“then why do you need to be drunk to kiss me?!”

kenma is silent again. he doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re staring at him utterly indignantly.

“because i’m too scared to look you in the eyes right now.”

oh.

now you get it.

kenma kozume is such a virgin. and you want him so incredibly badly. in fact you have to restrain yourself from jumping into his lap and kissing him until he can’t think straight.

instead you slide off the couch and head towards his fridge, grab two bottles of asahi and the bottle opener from the utensil drawer before padding back over to the couch, sitting an inch or two closer to kenma than you were before.

you click one bottle open for him, then one for yourself, then without a hint of hesitation you take a confident swig until you’re near chugging the drink.

“chill,” kenma says, side-eyeing you after taking a swig from his own bottle. “don’t want you pulling a himeno on me.”

you let out a noise that’s half-scoff and half-laugh, smacking at his arm. “don’t joke about that. that scene was traumatic.”

two bottles of beer later, kenma’s in-game reflexes start to waver. he’s no longer as sharp as usual, though his tipsy state still trumps the skills of an average player. meanwhile, your head floats with the buzz of alcohol—well, it hovers.

“kenmaaa,” you whine, shaking his arm, when all of a sudden his character is shot to death and the screen pauses as if to deliberately rub his defeat in his face. you stifle a giggle while he runs his hands over his face, though you’re pretty sure it’s not because he lost.

“what?” he asks, but he fails at conveying any real irritation towards you. his voice is small, frail almost.

“i wanna kiss you,” you say. your fingers still cling to the fabric of his hoodie sleeve. kenma’s entire body burns from it. he’s so fucked.

“okay, fine,” he says, turning his body to finally face you and criss-crossing his legs on the couch. “this feels awkward though, how are we-”

and you’ve waited long enough for this, and the alcohol that buzzes through your system makes you throw all your morals out the window, and you’re grabbing him by fistfuls of his hoodie and dragging him towards you until your lips smash—literally—together, and finally he shuts up.

you’re not sure what overcomes you, but you’re kissing him like you’re hungry, not quite ravaging him, but years of yearning deep inside of you bubbles to the surface and fills you with desperation.

also, you’re tipsy.

it’s not long before you come back to your senses a little and remind yourself that this is just his first kiss. go easy on him, maybe?

you move away, slowly, as though trying not to startle him, to find a pair of golden feline eyes blinking back at you. they’re swimming with something unintelligible, something akin to… need? you think you must be seeing things. you’re tipsy, after all.

the silence that hangs over the pair of you is heavy—too heavy. it hurts your shoulders. you laugh so that it goes away, covering your face as though kenma’s timidness was contagious and has now spread to you.

eventually, when you peer back up at him, he’s grinning almost… triumphantly. despite the blush that covers his entire face, he looks victorious. his face replaces any words he could say, and he turns back to his game without a word.

you, however, struggle to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“can we do that more often?” you ask, leaning your frame against his, nuzzling your face into his warmth.

“yeah, we can.”

#kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x you #kenma imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfic #hq x reader #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — kenma

[slvttyplum]

if there was one thing toji loved more than anything, it was fucking you until your makeup is ruining the sheets from the tear smears, and you're begging him to stop.

maybe it was an ego thing, maybe it was because he liked seeing his lover blabber over their saliva and tears as he face fucked them, waiting for them to flail their arms and begging him to stop. either way, it brought him joy and arousal.

the way he brought you to your breaking point as he pushed his hips into you as his throat hit the back of your throat and tears fell down your face as the apples of your cheeks got warm, and your knees dug into the rug beneath you.

toji knew that any and everytime he would grab the back of your head and push your mouth onto his cock, the first time he cums you.'' be whining for him to give you a break which he won't, because at the end of the day that's what he wants.

what toji wants is for you to flail and whine while you get demolished by his dick and your makeup starts sliding. practically melting off your face as you try to keep up the speed he's rushing you at. every time you try to slither away or even slide your mouth off his dick even a little, he'll push you back onto it and make you take it.

“do it like i taught you.” his eyes piercing into your face and watching your every move, making sure that you're stuffing his dick down his throat. he didn't want you to half ass anything, he wanted to make sure that you were throating him down with no mercy.

he knew that he was doing a good job when he saw your mascara clumping and sliding down that pretty face of yours and your eyes are blood shot red and snot bubbling out your nose and bubbles of spit forming on his cock.

he wanted to look down and see the view beneath him every single night, it drove him fucking insane, it made his legs tremble and only want to drive you to your breaking point faster. the look on your face as he continued to push his hips into you and choking up on his dick trying to breathe was a view that people would pay to see.

along with the running makeup and spit dripped all over your face, toji contributed to the chaos by finishing on your face and having his milky cum sprawled all over your face, not a piece of flesh was left undone.

as much as he loved face fucking you and watching you choke on his dick and trying to breathe, he loved fucking the makeup off of you as well. making sure, he fucks you so hard that your makeup is getting smeared into the sheets and your mascara is running from the tears welling in your eyes and falling like waterfalls.

you're whining and moaning, not stopping a thing. toji didn't have an opinion on whether he cared if you wore makeup or not, the only thing he cared about was having it smeared all over you by the end of the night.

it was a reward having your tears spilled all over your face and your spit dripping out the side of your mouth while having your makeup smeared. that's what he loved and will continue to love because toji is a man of chaos, someone who enjoyed destroying you.

“tell me you love, because i know you do.” while holding your neck and ramming you from the back, his dick touching your sweet spot and making you squirm as the overwhelming pleasure starts to overflow.

don't wear makeup around toji unless you want to get fucked ruthlessly… or do, i don't care. [AS]

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro #toji zenin #fushiguro toji

[kakiav]

zoro loves his girl in a bikini ☆彡

nsfw content below! ੈ♡‧₊˚

zoro thinks it’s so cute that every stop they make on the ship you have to go and find a clothing store. nami always accompanies you, trying to score a deal with her charm (it’s works most of the time.) so he doesn’t mind leaving your side for a couple hours, knowing you’re safe due to his rigorous training exercises you join in.

after picking out the cutest bikini in the shop, a dark green color that barely covers your tits and ass. you happily skip back to the ship and sun bathe whilst reading a book robin recommended. once you climb aboard the ship, you change into the bikini underneath a coverup. sanji is often pesters you if you want him to make a drink or food.

laying in your favorite spot, you take off your coverup and begin reading. losing track of time, you fail to notice zoro’s heavy footsteps coming closer to you. only noticing when his shadow blocks the sun.

“hey baby. I didn’t hear you coming aboard? you find anything nice?” you politely ask, taking in the view of zoro’s pants right above your face.

“no. apparently you did though.” zoro chuckles motioning at your swimsuit. “looks like the color I wear.” he crouches next to your face, fingers toying with the bikini straps.

“picked it out for you.”

zoro smirks knowing how eager you are to please him. plus he loves seeing you in those slutty little bikinis that you wear. even though they will end up being torn off.

you sit up to talk face to face, sliding a book mark on the page you finished reading. his hands roam your exposed body, drinking in the view.

“wanna see it more?” zoro nods and sits back against a post, placing his swords next to him. you walk away from him and do a quick 360 turn. he parts his legs feeling his dick stir. doing exactly as your boyfriend likes, jumping up and down watching your breasts jiggle, nipple almost slipping out. followed by you bending over and shaking your ass, arching your back.

“come on sweet girl. go show me how much you love me.” zoro unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock. obediently you crawl towards him eagerly licking your lips.

placing a kiss on the tip of his cock, zoro tucks your hair behind your ear. you stare at him seductively, stroking his cock with both hands that pushes your tits together. feeling your arousal pooling in the tiny bikini, you get yourself off by sucking zoro off. taking inch by inch into your mouth, lips stretched as much as it will allow you. zoro groans at how you hollow out your cheeks and bob up and down. saliva drips down from the corners of your mouth and onto your chin. since zoro is so big, you jerk off the inch of cock you can suck off. he leans forward to slap your ass earning a gasp out of you and pushes your head down further. steadying your body, you place your hands on his thighs.

“love my cock huh? you drunk off of it already?” he taunts but you’re too busy slobbering over his cock. your eyes sting with tears, snot starting to come out of your nose. zoro rests a hand on the small of your body, soothing you.

“y/n-chan! are you okay? do you need my help?” sanji shouts, he must have just come back from the island. grocery bags still in his hands.

“she’s fine mr. nosebleed. busy sucking me off.” zoro nonchalantly answers as you moan around his cock at the fact sanji is watching you please your man.

the blond cook struggles to form words, rushing into the kitchen to stop his nose from bleeding. you stop and take a deep breath, wiping your nose.

“did I say you can stop?” he deliveres a harsh blow to your asscheek. whining at the pain, you focus back on the task of making zoro cum quickly. mainly for him to hurry up and rip off your bikini, fucking you senselessly.

#☆.op drabble #zoro x reader #zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro smut #one piece x reader #one piece smut

[ddejavvu]

I don't know if you're taking requests right now so if you aren't just ignore this, BUT if you are...

Imagine Hotch getting a call from babysitter reader where Jack is in the ER cause he sprained his ankle and, obviously Aaron is a little upset and worried. But when he gets to the ER he sees that reader is an absolute wreck of tears and snot and she rambling on and on about how sorry she is and how she never meant to let Jack get hurt. And Aaron's looking at her like 'omg she's so adorable when she's a mess'. So he calms her down and they go to Jack and Aaron sees that Jack isn't even crying he's just sitting in the bed with a lollipop and a wrap on his ankle. And now Hotch is trying not to laugh at reader for so ridiculously overreacting.

And you can finish it. I know it's a long ask but it's been in my head for a while and it would be such a pleasure and honor for you to make the drabble come true. 😘 love YOU and all your work!!!!!

Aaron's been repeating the phrase sprained ankle in his head over and over since he'd gotten the call from the hospital, but now he's wondering if Jack has since been crushed by some wayward hospital machinery when he spots you hunched over in the waiting room, sobbing into your hands. Your shoulders are shaking and Aaron gravitates towards you rather than the door behind you, letting his shoes click audibly against the linoleum flooring to alert you of his presence.

"Y/N," He calls, and your head shoots out of your hands, your legs trembling as you stand to greet him. You're a wreck, eyes puffy and red and nose dripping obscenely despite the tissues in your hands.

"Mr. Hotchner, I'm so sorry," You gush, and he doesn't hesitate to take you into his arms, voice soothing as he shushes you, "I- I swear I was watching him, but he wanted- he wanted me to wait at the other end of the slide, so when he fell I wasn't close enough to catch him, and he- he- I'm so sorry!"

"I know," He hums, "It's alright. It's not your fault, he's a kid. He gets scrapes and bruises all the time. Where is he?"

"In there," You gladly accept his embrace, even if you don't particularly feel deserving of it, and you jerk your thumb towards the door behind you, "I'm not family, so they won't let me in. They need you to sign paperwork."

Aaron's mouth twists down in a displeased frown, and he makes a mental note to ensure you're on file as one of Jack's emergency contact. Jessica is the only person besides himself that he's added, but in case of any future incidents, he wants you to be able to stay with Jack.

"Come with me," He only withdraws one arm from around your shoulders, keeping the other draped across your shivering frame to keep you steady, "Let's go see him, honey. It's okay, I'm not upset with you, okay? It's not your fault."

"But- but I should have-" You press, but Aaron cuts off your babbling before you can whip yourself up into another tearful frenzy.

"Did you push him?"

You rear back, aghast, "No!" and Aaron has to bite his tongue to stop himself from smiling at the indignation in your eyes. For you to love his son so fiercely as to be offended by such a notion only reinforces his confidence in you as a caretaker.

"Well then, it's not your fault. He almost got a concussion on my watch, you know."

You swallow a sob, composing yourself as he walks through the doorway, pointedly dragging you along with him despite the nurse's suspicious look.

"Really?" You ask, and Aaron nods.

"I was making dinner, and I called him in from the living room. But I'd left my computer charging on the desk, and the cord was on the carpet, and he tripped over it and smacked his head against the wood floor."

You wince at the story, and Aaron internally does the same, remembering the sickening crack of his son's head against the flooring, "It was scary. And that was my fault, I left the cord out."

"But you didn't mean for him to trip over it," You muse, letting Aaron guide you through the hallway towards the room that the nurse had directed him to over the phone, "It wasn't your fault."

"And neither was this," Aaron concludes, stopping in front of door 208, "Ready?"

Your shoulders sag at his artful storytelling skills, and you nod, wiping your hands once more over your eyes. It doesn't do much for your runny nose, and Aaron takes his pocket square from his suit, holding the back of your neck and persisting even when you try to squirm away.

"Aaron- no!" You protest, trying to dodge his grip to no avail. Your words are muffled as he smears the fabric under your nose, "You'll ruin the material!"

"Jack gets macaroni and cheese fingerprints on my suits all the time," Aaron grumbles, his grip firm and tight on the back of your neck, "It's nothing my dry cleaners can't fix."

When he's satisfied that you're as cleaned up as you can manage, he tucks the square back into his pocket, unphased by the grimace you shoot him. The echo of his hand on the back of your neck is still present as he knocks on the door, and he's pleasantly surprised when Jack himself opens the door, his ankle wrapped with a bandage.

"Hi, Daddy!" He grins at Aaron, lips stained red with the remnants of a cherry sucker, "Hi Y/N! You look sad."

"I am sad," You supply feebly, eyeing his ankle warily, "Are you okay, buddy?"

"Mhm!" Jack nods, letting his dad push the door open and guide you inside the room, "The doctor says I can still walk on it, I just hav'ta rest a lot."

The doctor, perched on a stool inside the room, nods with a fond smile at Jack, "That's right. He needs to walk on it for it to recover, but he shouldn't overextend himself. thirty minutes to an hour of exercise each day should do the trick."

"Thank you, doctor." Aaron nods, "Is he free to go?"

"Yes, if you'll just sign these." The doctor pushes forth a modest stack of paperwork, maybe ten pages that Aaron hopes are mainly spots for signatures, "I need to attend to my next patient, so I'll send my nurse in to collect those in a few minutes."

"Thank you," Aaron nods, and you bid the doctor the same thanks as he takes his leave, lingering by the doorway until Jack takes your hand.

"The doctor said to give you this," Jack digs into the pocket of his plaid shorts, pulling out a green lollipop, "He said he saw you crying in the waiting room. Were you crying in the waiting room?"

"I was," You try to smile, but Aaron can tell with only a quick glance at you that you're fighting back tears again, "I was worried about you, Jack. It's okay, you can have the lollipop."

"No, it's for you." Jack insists, and Aaron watches your trembling lips pull into a smile as Jack pushes you over to a chair against the wall, herding you into the seat. You let him direct you into the middle seat, but he bypasses the seats on either side of you to climb right into your lap.

"Here," His tiny fingers pry at the plastic wrapping of the sucker, "I can open it for you."

Aaron doesn't have to look up again from the paperwork he's signing to know there's fondness written all over your face, he can hear it in your shaky, 'Thanks, buddy'. He knows it's there because he can feel the same thing in his own chest, and he doesn't bother trying to keep it off of his face as it flowers equally abundant for both you and his son.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

[princessbrunette]

Rafe training you to swallow his cum because you always try to spit it out so he pinches your nose and covers you mouth until you swallow it and then lets you breathe again

〰・♡・〰

he’s all breathless, pink in the cheeks when he catches you off guard — having just shot the abundant salty load onto your tongue. his reaction is instant, almost like it’s second nature when your brows furrow. you had this terrible habit of drooling out his cum all back down his shaft, and sometimes — it felt good, sloppy, just like he liked it. but he needed to know you respected him, that you’d do anything for him. he needed you to—

“swallow.” he commands and you panic, his hand pressed over your mouth. you whine, cum gargling in your throat and his eyes flutter in irritation, now pinching your nose too. you panic a little harder, slapping at his wrist with wide watery eyes and he shakes his head, brows raising as his gaze doesn’t leave yours once. “no, no… don’t need to breathe just— just swallow it down.”

you gulp loudly, letting the salty liquid glide down your throat and he relents, removing his hands. “all of it…there you go.” he nods, watching your inexperienced self cough a little, the stringy white liquid taking its time to slide down your throat. he sits forward, cupping the back of your head as he massages two fingers down the column of your throat, sighing himself at your inability.

“breathe through your nose. tha’s it.” he helps the cum down with his fingers massaging your neck from the outside until you calm, still trembling, still staring up at him with those wide eager to please eyes.

you blink twice, two fat tears rolling down your cheek, lip wobbling. rafe had clearly had plenty of experience in receiving head, probably had some real pro’s get their mouth around him in the past— and now here you were, having to be trained like a bad dog to follow commands. he presses his lips together, swiping away the tears.

“hey, hey hey.” he tsks, cupping your cheeks so you look at him. “you’re fine, ‘kay? did a good job.”

“m’not good.” you whine, sniffling up at him pathetically until he’s dabbing the sleeve of his shirt under your nose to collect the snot.

“you did just fine. you’re new to this, n’that’s alright. i mean, y’got me to cum did you not? what, you forgotten what that tastes like already? hm?” he encourages, noting the way you perk up a little. it’s so easy with you.

“yeah.” you sniff and he nods in response.

“yeah. see? so chin up.”

〰・♡・〰

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

[etfrin]

⤷❝lacrimae❞　

Ghostface!Ethan Landry x female! reader

Warning: NSFW | blood kink, p in v sex, period sex so it's just very messy, fingering (f. receiving), dacryphilia, mentions of murder

Summary: you were sobbing because of the cramps, it was absolutely horrible and the pain meds weren't working either and Ethan had heard that... sex helps so he's gotta try it out right? To help his love.

Ethan couldn't help but be just a tad bit turned on by the tears that were falling from your eyes. It reminded him of the tears of his victims. Their cries and begging of him not to push in the knife deeper. But this was different.

You weren't a victim but his lover. And he wasn't the reason behind your tears, your period was. The cramp in your stomach felt like World War Three was happening. No amount of meds had helped, you called him as a last resort. Hoping to find comfort in his presence.

You were in his arms, your tears and snot smeared onto his black t-shirt he wore. You face buried into his chest. "It hurts so bad Ethan!" you choke out. His hand was rubbing your back.

"It's gonna be okay, love," he whispers near your ear, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "Please stop crying, babe, I am here," he adds. He bit his lower lip in thought, complementing if he should say it or not.

But as another sob wrecked your body. Fuck it, he thought.

"Orgasms help with cramps," he mutter, "We should try it, sweetheart." Your eye brimmed with tears glance at him. Trying to see if he's serious. You weren't against it. Ready to do anything for the pain to go.

"What about the mess?" You asked. "I would clean everything up," he whispered, sweetly, his eyes assuring you, "I wanna help, I hate that you're crying." He didn't hate it but he didn't like it you were in pain either, he would much prefer that you cried because of his cock instead.

So here you are now. Laid down on the bed, your legs spread for him. He swallows at the sight of blood gushing out of your pussy, your folds red and it looked beautiful to him, a different sight than your usual pink cunt. He felt his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

He clenched his jaw, trying to focus on you instead of his leaking cock. He leaned in to kiss your forehead. "My fingers first, okay? Tell me if anything is wrong," he whispered to you and pressed a wet kiss to your neck.

He leaned back, your legs wrapped around his torso. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing small circles. A whimper escapes your lips. He goes even faster. Before one finger of his enters your blood-soaked slit. The sensation was so different than sliding in your cunt slick with your juices. It felt better somehow.

He pumps one finger in and out, knowing how sensitive your wall are right now. All the while his thumb is still working onto your clit. His free hand was on your thigh, his nails digging in as his patience became thin. You let out soft sighs of pleasure.

"Another?" He prodes, and you nod. Now taking two of his fingers like a good girl. He found your spongy spot, making you clench around his fingers, more blood oozing out onto his digits and the sheets. He closed his eyes at the sight. It was too much for him. Being painted by your blood, his thoughts were nothing but of sin.

"You okay, Ethan?" You asked, "It's fine if you don't- ah!" You couldn't finish your sentence as his fingers begin to move even faster, his fingertips pressing into the spongy spot. He added a third finger and was completely stretching your pussy with his thick digits. "It's fine," he said, he leaned down, repositioning himself between your thighs. He pressed his lips to your bloody clit. "Ethan!" You yelp, half in shock but half in pleasure as his mouth sucks the clit and his fingers message your walls.

He just gives you a smirk as his tongue flicker across your clit, licking the blood away and stimulating the bud. Your hand goes to his hair as you moan loudly. The pain of your cramp is at the back of your mind now.

"You taste good," he remarks, as he pulls his fingers out. "You can take me, right?" He asked, he pressed a few kisses to your inner thigh. "Right, babe?" He asked again when you don't answer.

You nod in answer and he gives you such a giddy grin. He opens your legs wider as he was on top of you now. His forehead pressed against yours.

"I'll go slow, I promise," he whispered before he pushed in without a warning. You let out a moan. Your hands on his back, pulling him close as your nails digged into his flesh from the suddenness of being filled.

More blood gushed out, staining the sheets. He loved how it felt, the fact his cock was covered in blood. Just like his fingers were. The blood on the digits were now dry so he didn't hesitate to hold your jaw, a bit firmly, to keep your head in place so you couldn't muffle your sounds into the pillow.

He pressed several kisses along your face, kissing your tears away, the tip of his tongue now licking away the tear stains on your cheek. The salt of the tears wasn't the same taste as the salt of blood but he loved the taste all the same.

"You feel so good," he groans as he takes inches of his length out of your inviting warmth and then pushes back. "You're all mine," he whines as he moves back and forth like this. His free hand goes under your ass, and he squeezed the flesh.

His lips find the spot just below your ear, the one that makes you squeeze his length when he sucks on the skin. You moan, your nails now scratching his back, painting his skin with those long angry red marks he adores seeing on the mirror.

His nails dig into your ass as his pace gets a bit faster. His tip hitting your g-spot again and again until you feel the coil around your stomach. Your cramps long forgotten. "Cl- close," you whine. He pressed a kiss on the hickey he made and thrusts faster inside you. His hand that was gripping your jaw in place finds itself wrapped into the sheets as he gets even faster. Both of you moaning your pleasure near each other ears. An endless loop until you both snap together. Your cunt milking his length as thick white ropes of cum fills you.

He pulls out, and grins at you. His brown curls sticking on his forehead. "Told you it would help," he whispers and pressed a kiss onto your lips.

IDK what I just wrote either :))

just enjoy!

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[yoongikapi]

you’re upset (and try to hide it) || levi || oneshot

angst/ light fluff

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the expedition didn’t go as planned. you lost a lot of comrades and were still expected to go about your day. maybe you were still new to the whole ‘squad leader’ thing, or maybe you were a lot weaker than you expected. whatever the case, you were breaking down. you barely managed to get your horse back into the stables correctly, you couldn’t focus during the afternoon meeting, and even now, you ditched your paperwork and cowered in the corner of the room behind the bed. you covered both ears, trying not to remember the screams of your teammates dying around you. your ears hurt from the pressure and you moved both hands to your mouth to cover your sobs. you had to get it together. there were so many people who looked up to you and if they saw you like this-

“oi”

your thoughts and sobs halted, peering over the bed you see levi standing in the room, one hand still gripping the doorknob. he didn’t look amused.

“what the hell is going on in here?” he coldly asks and you quickly begin wiping your face free of tears and snot.

“nothing, just needed a break from my paperwork-”

“don’t change the subject. i saw you crying. what the fuck happened?”

he sees right through you and you dont know how to handle it.

“nothing, i just-”

“bullshit.” he moves away from the door and sits in the chair closest to your cowardly position in the corner of the room. silence is all you hear then. he doesn’t say anything more; he doesn’t even look at you, he just sits there with his gaze fixed on the floor. holding back the threatening sobs and swallowing the spikes in your throat, you stand.

“levi i told you i’m fine” he grabs your arm before you can finish sliding past him. he remains seated with his gaze on the floor, and you stand in front of him; not even attempting to shake him off because you know there’s no point.

“i dont know why you thought i wasn’t going to notice. i see right through you. its okay to cry” with that he finally looks up at you and sees your tears. no other words are exchanged as he stands and pulls you into a hug. you should have found it strange, he’s not the type to act like this. but you needed this. he knew you did too.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder, his coat soaking up your salty tears. he held you like that as long as you needed it. held you as he began to feel your tears soak through his coat, held you when your knees gave out on you, and continued holding you after you passed out due to exhaustion. afterwards he gently placed you in bed and left a glass of water on the nightstand along with a note answering your unasked question for the morning:

‘because i wish i had someone there for me’

<3

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[diremoone]

christmas overload | g. satoru

prompt 3 — “It’s our baby’s first Christmas. I don’t think they’re going to remember you buying them all of these stuffies.”

requested by anon: pleaseee bless us with gojo and christmas prompt 3 pleaseeeee

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“I know you have money out the ass, Satoru, but was this really necessary?”

“Absolutely.”

The man looks 100% confident, not an ounce of shame written across his face. In fact, he looks like he’s never been more happy with himself, ego ballooned farther than even you thought was possible.

Underneath the multicolored lights of the ten foot Christmas tree are stuffies galore. You note that there are several dozen more presents under the tree than there were before you’d taken a nap, but those seemed to be nothing compared to all of the stuffed animals and plushies surrounding the tree and taking up so much space in the living room.

Your 6’3 husband stands proudly before said tree, hands on his hips dramatically with a fat smile on his face.

“You think Satsuki will like it?” Satoru asks.

“I think she’s going to go crazy over it,” you answer. And Satoru’s grin gets impossibly bigger, simple on full display. But then you add something else to the sentence, making his happy smile plummet. “But she’s only eight months, Satoru. I don’t think she’s going to remember you buying all of these stuffies and presents.”

Satoru’s shoulders slump. He knows that you’re right; she’s too little, too tiny to remember her overexcited Daddy spoiling her on her very first Christmas.

Guilt courses through you at the sound of a sad sniffle coming from him. Satoru’s large body sits next to yours on the couch, leaned over to rest his elbows on his knees.

“I just wanted her first Christmas to be special,” he mutters.

“And it is, baby,” you say. You rub his back in comfort. “She’ll know her daddy tried to spoil her on her first Christmas, she just… won’t remember. Not this year.”

His cheeks puff out as he huffs. He looks at you with shiny eyes, laced with what you know to be disappointment, and asks, “Are you sure she won’t remember?”

“Unless she’s got some unreal ability to remember this right now that we don’t know about, I’d say so,” you reply. “But it’s not like there won’t be pictures for her to remember later in life.”

“That’s true, but I want her to remember them now!” he whines childishly.

“Sorry to disappoint, babe.” You ruffle his hair. “That’s just the way it is. Give it a few years and then you’ll get what you want.”

Satoru sighs and leans back against the back of the couch. He covers his eyes with his arm dramatically. “I guess.”

And then the doorbell suddenly rings, making you jump. You weren’t expecting anyone today, so who in the world was at the front door?

Cries fill the air. No doubt the doorbell woke up your eight-month-old daughter.

Satoru stands. “You get Satsuki, I’ll get the door.”

You head toward the nursery, opening the ajar door to find your precious girl awake and upset with tears and snot running down her face. Her wails turn to soft cries as her pretty blue eyes that match her daddy’s meet your own. You slide your hands under her back and head and lift her to your chest. Her soft cries turn to soft sniffles as she snuggles her head into the crook of your neck.

“It’s okay, ‘Suki. I know the doorbell scared you,” you soothe her, rubbing her back up and down gently. “Sorry, sorry. Come on, let’s go see your papa. He’ll protect you, won’t he?”

Satsuki sniffles and nods, snuggling impossibly closer into your hold like she’s agreeing with you.

You head back into the living room, only for your mouth to drop to the floor.

Beside the Christmas tree, on either side, was a massive plush Baymax and a gigantic teddy bear just as big. Resting against the front door is a stuffed reindeer that’s almost as big, its big fat red nose showing that its Rudolph.

Satoru looks at you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head.

“Too much?”

You nod, mouth still ajar. “Too much.”

But your baby girl doesn’t think so. She immediately starts clapping and reaching for the giant teddy bear that’s closest to her out of the three.

Satoru’s sheepish grin turns into one of absolute enthusiasm and love at the sight of his baby reaching for one of the presents he’s gotten her. He practically skips over to you and scoops up the white-haired princess.

“Did Daddy do a good job? You like the presents Daddy got you, my little Princess Mochi?”

The gleeful energy from the two combined is absolutely infectious. You laugh as Satoru spins his eight-month-old daughter through the air, bubbly shrieks of delight escaping her lips.

Yeah, you’d tell Satoru she had some sort of ability to remember her first Christmas, just to keep the smile on his face.

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[calicough]

hi hi hi :) could u maybe write a thing abt like reader and hazel being childhood friends who slowly start to fall for each other but don’t say anything for a long time and then maybe they get into an argument of some kind and confess their feelings??

idk if you’ve done something like that but it just crossed my mind!

sour grapes – hazel callahan

— your scent is still unripe and green.

childhood friends to lovers. fluff. yearning. kind of long!

hazel could still remember the first time she became your friend. it was back in kindergarten. you had just moved into town and you were the new kid. but to her, you were known as the kid with the mcdonald's strawberry shortcake keychain where her hat slides to the side to reveal a lip balm.

little hazel was collecting all four characters— she had around 3 orange blossoms, 2 ginger snaps, and at least 5 angel cakes —but she couldn't get her hands on the strawberry shortcake one because it's always out. so when she saw your strawberry shortcake dangling from your backpack, she came up with a plan that she spent two days devising; she'll steal your keychain in exchange for one of her angel cakes.

of course her plan didn't work. it was snack time when she found herself in front of your backpack, smiling at the sight of strawberry shortcake. she was about to take the keychain off after applying the balm on her lips rather messily when she heard a loud gasp behind her. hazel quickly turned around to see you already stomping towards your teacher. "miss sandy!"

panicking, hazel ran after you and pulled on your hair to try to stop you. it did stop you, but it also made you start crying. a concerned miss sandy marched towards where you were standing. "hey guys, what's happening here?" she crouched down to your eye level while rubbing your back to calm you down, her pretty pink floral dress creasing. "what's wrong sweetie?"

"hazel was trying to steal my strawberry shortcake and she pulled my hair," you pointed at her as tears came out of your eyes and snot came out of your nose. you were sobbing so hard that miss sandy didn't understand a single word you said, but deduced that it had something to do with your keychain. you had gotten it on your birthday. you liked strawberry shortcake but you weren't much of a big fan, you only liked her strawberry scent on her head. but nonetheless, it was a birthday present and you cherished it with all your heart.

when you saw hazel's bag with an angel cake keychain, you were elighted because you both have a lip balm keychain from mcdonald's. you wanted to become her friend but you were too shy to approach her that's why you planned on sharing your grapes with her that day. which is why your heart sank when you saw her hands about to take strawberry shortcake off your bag that has your grapes in it.

"i didn't mean to!" hazel started crying as well, her mouth and cheeks glistening under the light because of the lip balm. she was embarrassed that you caught her in the act and was nervous that you would hate her for eternity after this incident. after your mothers were called to school by miss sandy to discuss what happened and after hazel got scolded by her mother, the both of you found yourself sitting across each other in mcdonald's with your moms. mrs. callahan lightly nudged hazel to apologize, which hazel hesitantly did. "i'm sorry," she looked down at her lap, kicking her little feet as you stare at her.

"honey, what will you say?" your mom cooed, nodding towards hazel's direction. you didn't want to forgive her for what she did. that keychain was still yours and you're stingy when it comes to things that belongs to you. but then you felt bad because you wanted to be her friend and you'd gladly share your lip balm with her if only she had asked you in the first place.

she noticed that you took a pink item out of your mother's bag. it was the strawberry shortcake lip balm keychain. "let's share," you grinned as you hand her the keychain. hazel looked at you with wide eyes, her blue eyes shining in excitement. the two of you played in the playplace after that.

from then on, you and hazel were inseparable. every trip, every dinner, your family and hazel's family were together. the both of you would also have sleepovers at each other's place. most of the time, you preferred to stay over at hazel's. you would spend hours on playing tekken or grand theft auto or bratz on her playstation before getting scolded by mrs. callahan for staying up late.

as years went on, your friendship grew closer and closer until it doesn't feel like friendship anymore. hazel was the first one to have this epiphany back in ninth grade. she couldn't pinpoint the exact moment but one day, everything about you seemed loud; in a good way. you were radiating like sunbeams in the sky, blinding hazel by your beauty and your presence. since then, she keeps forgetting that you've been friends for years. who could blame her. you always took her breath away every time you'd smile.

confused at this newfound feeling, hazel decided to keep this feeling all to herself. after all, it would probably go away soon enough.

she thought it would go away. she really hoped it would. but it never did. there have been multiple instances where she was so close to confessing, but the fear of getting hurt by your rejection and the fear of your friendship ending would always stop her from doing so.

you realized that you were falling for hazel during the year the fight club was created. you were inseparable up until this point in your lives as she became more busy and involved with the club as one of its founding members. when she invited you to join, you rejected her invitation, joking that you don't want to ruin your beautiful face. she somehow took this joke very seriously and distanced you from the club, eventually distancing herself in the process. this, of course, hurted you but it didn't come as a surprise. hazel seemed to be walking on eggshells around you. at first, you thought nothing of it. you became concerned when it continued after that. you found it weird as she had never acted that way before but you brushed it off, assuming it was nothing.

it was lonely without her and it would be a lie to say that you weren't jealous of her club. she's your best friend since kindergarten, why is she spending more time with them than you? they don't know her like you do. from your point of view, it seemed like she was too engrossed in the club that she forgot that you existed. but from her point of view, she was suffering from not hanging out with you despite preoccupying herself with the club to get you out of her mind, that same feeling still lingering in her chest.

you took care of hazel when she got beaten up by tucker. mrs. callahan— who's now different in your eyes after learning that she was sleeping with jeff —was glad that her "daughters" were hanging out again, recalling that time you poured alcohol on the cut on hazel's knee. unlike before, you were more gentle at cleaning the multiple cuts on her swollen face.

the sight ultimately broke you. you could still hear her head making contact with the gymasium floor, making you wince every time you remembered it. you wanted to run towards her, shield her from the big white guy— seriously, why the fuck is he not expelled yet? this school is a joke, you thought. but he was tucker and he was caged for a reason, and you don't know a thing or two about self defense. all you could do was watch in fear.

on the second night of your so-called "shift", you sat at the corner of her bed after putting away the ice pack and the antiseptics to see if she's in any discomfort while sleeping. she looked peaceful in her slumber despite her swollen eyelids painted in disgusting red, black and blue hues. you just wished that the healing process would speed up so that you could see her bright eyes again. your eyes travelled down to her parted lips, finding yourself staring at it for a long amount of time. you were aware of hazel's unbroken routine of always applying lip balm which obviously started back when you were little but this was the first time that you noticed how soft they looked. you wondered what her lips would feel like on your—

you were snapped out of your daydream when hazel stirred in her sleep, making you abruptly but gently standing up from her bed to avoid interrupting her rest. what was that about? you don't just randomly daydream about kissing your friend, especially when they're in a horrible state. cringing internally, you laid down on the sleeping bag on the floor, shutting your eyes so you could quickly fall asleep and forget about your thoughts. this is normal right? right?

you were in denial the whole time you were at hers, attempting to be your usual self around her. but because of your recent thoughts, you found yourself unintentionally hesitant and self conscious with your actions. you were pretty sure that her fight club friends— minus pj and josie —found you weird for checking on her band-aids every minute and for acting like a mom the whole time they were over. but they were nice and you despised yourself for not liking them in the first place.

hazel was thankful that you stayed by her side and took care of her no matter how distant she became. she wasn't proud of what she did and apologized to you after the fight club left her house, leaving the both of you alone in the living room. "it's not a big deal," you wearily smiled. she hoped that you weren't tired of her.

you and hazel hung out like you used to. playing games until early in the morning, talking shit about the people you hated in school, cooking in the middle of the night. she even invited you to watch the football game against huntington with her. it's been awhile since the both of you went out together. this made you happy. maybe the previous thoughts that you had were only because you missed your dear friend. it was nothing.

you thought it was nothing. but when you saw pj and hazel making out in front of you, you felt like you were going to puke. you hurriedly left the bleachers and ran all the way home. your heart was clenching in your chest and you couldn't help the tears from streaming down your face. why did it hurt so much? why did you have to see it? you wished that you never met her in the first place. that you didn't become friends. if you did, maybe this wouldn't have happened. you stopped running as your legs made contact with the ground, heaving as you did so.

during the following weeks, you were now avoiding hazel. you shut down all of her attempts trying to talk to you, wanting to ask you about your whereabouts that night after they knocked out all of the football players. hazel was beyond frustrated that you were ignoring her calls and messages. she tried ambushing you in the classes that you both shared and didn't share together, but you had somehow left the classroom without her noticing.

after the fourth week, hazel finally got you cornered at your house. screw your mom for being so fond of her. your house lacks female solidarity.

"why have you been ignoring me?" hazel spoke after glaring at you intensely that you're pretty sure if she was a deadly laser right now, your skeleton will be left behind. you looked away from her eyes and stared at your pillows. you were both standing in the middle of the room, your arms crossed over your chests.

you shook her head and muttered, "you wouldn't understand." you don't want to let her know that you like her more than a friend. you don't want to get in between her and pj's relationship. you don't want to be that kind of girl.

hazel huffed and rolled her eyes, her hands now resting on her hips and her tongue pressing against the insides of her cheeks. "oh i'd love to understand why you decided to ignore me out of fucking nowhere."

your brows furrowed as you stepped a little closer. "that's ironic," you chuckled at her. "like you didn't ignore me when you started your little fight club."

her eyes widened a little bit. hazel was thrown off at what you said, the knot in her stomach getting tighter. "no, i—"

"wow..." you breathed out, shaking your head in disbelief. "so it's only okay when you do it?"

"you didn't talk to me!" she stepped closer.

"you didn't talk to me either!" you stepped closer. hazel could see that your eyes were filled with rage. bottled up emotions from when she was ignoring you started to peek through. "if you were going to ignore me for pj, you could've just fucking told me! you could've been honest!"

she cocked her head to the side. "pj? what does pj have to do with this?"

you stepped back and paced the room, one hand on your hips and the other on your forehead. hazel was confused when you brought up pj. sure, they kissed, but it was for a distraction. the whole time she was kissing her, you were on her mind. but of course, you don't know that.

"you didn't have to hide your girlfriend, hazel."

huh? hazel thought. "what girlfriend?"

now you were confused. "pj? i mean... you guys made out in front of the entire school—"

"that was for a distraction!" hazel then started pacing around the room while you stopped and watched her.

"distraction for what?!"

"huntington was about to kill jeff by spraying pineapple across the field during the game," hazel explained while you try to search for any lies in her eyes and words. "my bomb didn't work so we needed another distraction to stall the game— wait, shouldn't you know this? weren't you at the game?"

you swallowed and wiped your hands on your shorts, trying to calm yourself down and not cringe at what you're about to say next. "i left... when you and pj... y'know..."

hazel took a step closer to where you were. "why'd you leave?"

"because..." you stuttered, looking at anywhere but in front of you, words stuck in your throat as she took another step closer. "you wouldn't want to know."

"tell me," her voice dropped into a whisper, now only inches away from you, blue eyes piercing into yours. "why'd you leave?"

you took a deep breath and pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself and everyone in the world. "i couldn't stand watching you kiss pj."

"why?" she took one step closer.

"because i like you." closer.

"of course you do," she chuckled and walked once more until her face is centimeters away from yours. "it'd be weird for our friendship if you don't."

she didn't want to jump into conclusions. you wanted to rip your hair out at her obliviousness. you could feel her breath on your face. her eyes glancing at your lips. the both of you wanted to let each other know about your feelings, your sweet intentions. but you were afraid that it'll be sour, bitter. that your emotions are still unripe.

"hazel... you don't understand—"

"make me."

with that, you closed the space that was in between you both, connecting your lips to her soft ones. it felt right. it wasn't sour. the kiss was gentle and sweet, much like a strawberry shortcake lip balm.

AAAAAA ive been writing this one for awhile i hope u liked it!! ;v;

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[hotluncheddie]

Day 7: Daddy Steve

"Softly"

Ao3

wc: 2.5k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship (they're in love), soft dom Steve Harrington, anal sex, crying, pet names, Eddie Munson needs a hug

written for @subeddieweek <3

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Some days are just too much. Everything crawling up too high and burying Eddie where he stands. Days where he just can't handle it anymore. Needs a break. Some care. A little softness.

It's been one of those days. 

The car Eddie’s working on just doesn’t want to run right and he heard a customer whispering to his boss, Jimmy, about his scars. Assuming it made Eddie someone untrustworthy; ‘you really want him in your shop Jim?’. 

Jimmy set them straight but it really set Eddie’s teeth on edge. They’re not in Hawkins anymore, but sometimes, it feels like he never got away. Still a suspect. Still a freak. 

Eddie slips into their apartment, shoving off his shoes and jacket. It's not so cold out anymore but he’s still got a henley on under his overalls, he pulls those half off and ties them at his waist. He keeps the henley firmly in place though. Pulling the sleeves further down over his hands. 

The scars over his forearms aren’t even that noticeable, some of his faintest. But that guy, at the shop, he noticed. He noticed and it made Eddie’s skin crawl. 

Steve is at the stove in their tiny kitchen, stirring something and humming to a song on the radio. 

Eddie stalks over, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer. ‘Good day?’ Steve asks from his spot, eyes already trained on Eddie, on the knit of his shoulders. 

Eddie grunts, taking a pull from the can. Not looking directly at Steve, at his soft eyes. 

Eddie doesn’t deserver them.  

‘Okay then, bad day.’ Steve jokes but it rips something up in Eddie. Pulls at his sinew, makes his scars itch. Everyone seems to know everything about him already, knows all his secrets, who he is. And maybe they do, his past is already laid out all over his skin anyway. 

‘Need to talk about it?’ Steve asks, but it sounds so patronising, so, so. 

‘God, just shut up Steve!’ Eddie scoffs, slamming his can down on the counter and turning away, arms crossed. 

He regrets it the moment it comes out of his mouth. 

Steve takes Eddie's outburst in stride, slowly taking him in his arms, wrapping around his back and hooking his chin over his shoulder. ‘Steve? Not heard that one in a long time.’ A soft kiss to Eddie's temple. ‘What happened to Stevie?’ Steve rubs his cheek up against Eddies. ‘Or sweetheart?’ Buries his face in Eddie's neck. ‘Or doll, hm?’

Eddie turns so they’re facing. Letting the weight of the day, the guilt over his outburst show on his face, in the slouch of his shoulders. 

‘That bad huh?’ Steve asks, running his eyes over Eddie's expression. 

Eddie sniffs. ‘M’sorry. Don’t, please don’t shut up.’ He pleads, wishing he could rewind time 30 minutes, rewind to this morning. Do it all over. 

Steve cups Eddie’s face in his hands, holding him up and looking right into him. ‘What do you need?’ Steve asks, forcing eye contact. 

Eddie blinks, breaths in through his nose but his exhale gets choked on a sob. Fuck, it’s been such a bad fucking day. ‘I need to not fucking think for a while, don’t, don’t wanna exist anymore Stevie. Just wanna be here, be yours.’ He pleads, eyes on Steve’s soft brown ones. He feels tears sliding down his cheeks and snot filing his nose. 

Steve hushes him, pulling Eddie into his neck and Eddie sobs. He cries ugly and loud and stains Steves shirt with his tears.But he can’t stop, felt too much today. Too bad.

He can’t do it tonight, exist. Wants to hide, needs it. 

Stroking his hand over Eddie’s hair Steve hold him close, swaying them gently on the kitchen tiles and Steve statrs to hum again. Eddie thinks it’s Fleetwood Mac but he can’t really hear over the sound of his own ragged breathing. He just knows Steve is there, that Steve’s got him. 

Eddie cries until he can’t anymore. 

Once his breathings back to normal Steve pulls his head back out. Lifting his own shirt up to wipe Eddie’s face clean. Eddie grimaces because, gross. But Steve just has this little smile on his face, private and grounding and Eddie goes still. Lets Steve do as he pleases and just focuses on breathing. 

Steve kisses his forehead once he’s done. ‘Go shower for me now Ed’s, yeah? It'll help you relax. I’ll make you some food.’ Eddie stiffens slightly at having to leave Steve’s arms. But, a shower does sound nice. Chance to scrub the grease and sweat from his hair and skin. 

Eddie nods and Steve kisses his cheek, murmurs ‘good’. Eddie bites his lips as he shuffles away. 

-

Eddie opens the shower curtain to see a small pile of clothes sitting in the toilet seat. A pair of loose shorts and one of Steve’s old crewnecks. Both Eddie’s favourites, they’re worn with age so they’re soft and usually reside in Steve’s side of the draws, making them smell a little more like him. 

Eddie feels his shoulders dip further, tension spilling away. Takes Steve’s quiet instruction, his love filled action, puts on the clothes and breathes deep.   

He smells Steve’s cooking, hears him singing softly through the walls, definitely Fleetwood Mac. 

After they eat, Steve insists on doing the dishes while Eddie drinks tea - watching Steve, waiting for him to be done - before they move to the couch. 

With the TV on low and main light off, Eddie finally feels his shoulders relax fully. Able to finally focus on just this.

Now, here, with Steve. 

Eddie straddles Steve's thighs, making himself as small as possible in his lap, hooking his feet behind Steve's calves. Tangling them till they’re one, connected. 

Eddies closes his eyes to focus on the feeling of Steve below him, the softness of his sweats against the backs of his legs, the rise and fall of his ribs. Pushing his forehead into Steve sternum Eddie shifts his fingers up under the hem of his t-shirt. Taking a deep breath as his fingers roam over Steve's soft healed sides, over his stomach and up to his pecs. Eddie cups them and squeezes, trying to fill all his senses with nothing but Steve. 

Steve's voice is honey warm as he speaks quietly into Eddie's hair. ‘You want Mommy tonight baby?’ And Eddie gasps, looks up at him with watery eyes, feeling caught. 

Until Steve is trailing soft fingertips over his face and jaw, over his fluttering eyelids and ears, over the scar that makes the side of his mouth droop. 

So faintly, Eddie worries Steve will miss it, he shake his head and keeps his eyes closed. Swallows around the lump in his throat. ‘Tell me what you need baby.’ Steve hums, still close, still touching. 

‘Daddy.’ He whispers, softly, into Steve's fingers at his lips, breathing it into his bones. A secret confession, a little bit of his insides spilt outwards.  

Steve ‘hmm’s’ in quiet understanding, kissing the corner of Eddie's scarred mouth, the tip of his nose, the furrow between his brows. ‘I’ve got you. Gonna take care of you, yeah?’ 

‘Need it. I’m sorry, just, I. I need it.’ Eddie's voice wavers, his eyes screw up tight. The relentlessness of the day, the week, claw at him again, fill up his lungs, fit to drown him. 

‘Hey, hey it’s okay. Whatever you want. You’re doing perfect. Answered my question so perfect Ed’s, okay?’ Steve smooths his hands over Eddie’s back, repetitive and grounding. ‘It’s just us, remember? Just us here. I’ve got you.’  

Eddie nods dumbly, feels tears prickle his eyes. He takes a shuddery breath and tries to focus on letting the day drift away from him again. The soft blanket of ‘Steve’ and ‘home’ and ‘safe’ taking its place.

They stay like that, Eddie clinging and Steve holding him through it. Letting him relax enough to fall, to dip. Softly Steve trails fingers through Eddie's scalp, scratching lightly, tucking his hair behind his ears. Starts tapping Eddie's lip with his thumb, toying with it, playing with the seam of them. Waiting. He’s always so patient with Eddie, when Eddie gets like this. 

Fisting the neckline of Steve’s sweatshirt Eddie inches impossible closer, sandwiching his forearms between their two chests. Nuzzling at Steve’s nose with his own. ‘Say it again’ Steve whispers into his mouth. In that way that's a little demanding but still playful, cocky, unbelievably Steve.  

Eddie leans away just slightly to see Steve’s eyes, hooded, with pupils blown impossibly wide. Eddie's insides churn.  

‘Daddy.’

Steve buries his hands in Eddie’s hair and brings their mouths together. Crashing into a kiss that's teeth and spit and soft need. Eddie keens at the sensation, how all consuming it is, when Steve kisses him. 

They kiss until there’s no breath left in Eddies lungs, until the spit on his chin threatens to slide down his neck, until he feels the tip of his cock sticking to the fabric of his shorts. 

Steve pulls him away gently by the hair, just enough for them to suck in greedy lungfuls, sharing the air between them. Eddie breaks. ‘You, you say it again.’ He demands, desperate. 

‘Say what, hm? Tell me what you want Eddie.’ Steve moves strands of hair away from Eddies face, bit by tiny bit, preening him, taking his time. 

‘Want you to say it again, call me it again.’ Eddie pants, unable to catch his breath. he needs it. 

Leaning in close Steve tucks some of Eddies hair back behind his ear, sweeps it over his shoulder. Ghosting his lips over the shell of his ear Eddie feels the smile pulling at Steves lips. Goosebumps break out over his thighs.

‘Baby.’ 

Eddie full body shivers. Feels his vision tunnel with the sweet floaty feeling that comes when he’s held like this, talked to like this. Allowed to be, like this, with Steve.  

Whining Eddie shoves lightly at Steve's chest to get their faces back together. Kissing and kissing and kissing, Eddie whines into Steve's mouth as he sucks on Eddie's tongue, swallowing each other's moans and Eddie can’t help canting his hips forwards, grinding in tight little circles on Steve's lap.

‘Does baby want anything special?�� Steve asks, tongue still dipping in and out of Eddie’s mouth.  

Eddie shakes his head, still close, needs to be close. ‘Just want you. Want Daddy.’ he sounds desperate, feels desperate. 

Steve kisses him again, slowing them. Pecks Eddies cheeks, his nose.

And it’s done sweetly. Steve always so sweet, and soft, with Eddie. Only getting mean if he asks for it, only going harder if Eddie begs. 

‘Bedroom.’ Steve says into Eddies cheek. Stealing another kiss but stopping the movement of Eddies hips with firm hands at his waist. 

-

‘Fuck, you look so pretty on my cock baby.’ Steve pants. ‘So beautiful Eddie, always.’ 

Eddie whines and squirms, arms above his head, turning his face to rub his cheek against the pillow. He bites the inside of his arm as Steve thrusts especially deep, groaning above him. 

‘Say it.’ Steve says. ‘Say it for me baby.’ 

‘Ah fuck, fuck. Love your cock Daddy, love having your cock inside me.’ Eddie says, the filthy plea zinging up his spine and making his cock twitch. 

Steve strokes him, lightly, way too lightly. Thumbing his wet tip. Collecting Eddie’s pre and presents his wet thumb for him. Eddie opens his mouth greedily, sucking the digit clean. 

‘Say the rest of it baby.’ Steve insists. ‘Daddy needs to hear you say it.’ 

Eddie furrows his brows, confused, mind too fuzzy. Then a deep blush spreads across his face, down his neck. 

‘Daddy.’ Eddie pleads. He doesn’t. He can’t. 

Steve slows his thrusts and Eddie thrashes, still feeling the drag so deep as Steve bottoms out each time, but he’s grinding so slow it sets Eddies skin on fire. 

Eddie crosses his arms over his eyes, pouting. ‘I’m ah I’m- I’m beautiful Daddy.’ His chest rising and falling, breathing shakily through his nose. 

‘That’s is. So good.’ Steve placates. Leaning over Eddie to talk in his ear, pushing him deeper into the mattress. ‘Again.’ 

‘I’m, I’m beautiful.’ Eddie feels tears threaten to spill over his lash line. Feels his heart beat in his ears. Feels Steve’s stubble against his cheek. 

Steve kisses over Eddie’s jaw and neck. Over his scarred skin. Following the lines of his healed sutures, raised and jagged. Steve mouths over them, following the trail back up to Eddies mouth. ‘So so beautiful baby. Such a good boy for Daddy.’ 

Eddie can’t contains the sob that escapes him. ‘Daddy please.’ He whimpers,

He doesn’t want to talk anymore. 

Steve wraps his arm around Eddie’s knee, pushing it into his chest. ‘I know, I know baby. Gonna give you what you need yeah? You’ve been so good, so perfect.’ 

With a final kiss to Eddie’s mouth Steve hauls himself back up and resumes the previous pace. Thrusting deep and quick and Eddie moans, feeling split open and raw. Feels his cheeks wet with tears and he knows he’s being loud but his mind is so so quiet. Nothing but the feeling of Steve and the blanket of getting taken care of. 

‘My pretty boy. My baby. You’re everything Eddie, my everything. I love you so much, love you more than anything.’ Steve pants out and Eddie cries. Tears falling into his hairline, cheeks warm and he’s probably splotchy all the way down his chest but Steve pushes into him deeper, speeding up and grazing that spot within him. 

Eddie feels his orgasm build inside him. A string of wet ‘ah ah ah’s’ leaving his lips, in time with Steve’s quick thrusts. 

Steve changed angle, leaning over Eddie again, holding himself up on his palms. Able to get impossibly deeper, Eddie feeling him up his spine, in his mouth, all over. 

‘Together baby, together.’ Steve pants, wrapping one giant hand around Eddie, fisting in time with his thrusts. Which are getting sloppier, but still so deep. 

Eddie arches of the bed, hands grasping for purchase on Steve’s broad shoulders, his neck. Their chests pressing together as Steve bottoms out again. Tugging on Eddie just right, filling him up with a deep moan. ‘Daddy.’ Eddie wails, cumming all over their stomachs and chests, some hitting his chin as he gulps for breath. Fingers still digging into Steve’s skin, keeping him close. 

Steve grinds his softening cock into Eddie, sinking down on top of him, a deep body pressure. Eddie drifts. 

Steve is laying on his side mouthing at Eddie’s neck, leaving soft kisses over his skin and scars, up over his cheeks. Eddie groans, turning and wrapping his arms around Steve. Crowding in closer so their bodies are back flush. 

Steve hums, petting Eddie’s hair and kissing the crown of his head. ‘Back with me again sleepy head?’ He asks. 

Eddie grunts, nibbling at Steves collarbone, mouthing and smoothing his lips over Steves soft skin. Eddie still feeling fragile, a little quiet, and needy. 

But so, so much better than before. 

‘Thank you.’ He mumbles, voice wobbling, but he’s too tired to cry any more today. 

‘Baby.’ Steve coos, kissing Eddie’s head again. ‘No need for that, want to help. Love you so much Ed’s, always.’ 

Eddie sniffs again, hiding in the darkness of Steve’s chest, hiding away in his heart, in his bones. Still awed by the beauty and kindness of his soul. 

He knows Steve’s got him, will let him rest there, basking and healing. Until he’s ready to face it all again. 

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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[itsmealaiah]

"cigarettes during sex"

TW: smoking, profanity, arguing, soft sex, missionary, smoking during sex, lung damage (stay away kids), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, angst, praising

Request: Can you do where tom and the reader get into an argument and hours later the reader wakes up and sees tom on the balcony smoking tom sees her and grabs the reader and fucks her while he is smoking a cigarette

Rating: mdni, mature themes ahead!

WC: 1.5k holy ghits and shiggles

"It is not my fucking fault you are a fucking bitch!"

Tom yelled harshly, his hands rising above his head as your eyes flared with anger. "Me?! you're the one who can't fucking to stop going near women, even when you have a fucking girlfriend, who has always been there for you!" You fought back, pushing a finger against his chest.

"Everytime, you seem to be clinging to those women, those snot-nosed, desperate blondes whose boobs are almost all the way out of their tiny little dresses. I'm sick of it tom" you snarled, and he laughed harshly.

"They always cling onto me! I'm a famous guitarist, for gods sake! What do you expect me to do?!" Your eyes began to water, but you didn't break the eye contact, staring right back at him in anger and sadness.

"Push them away! Let them know you have a fucking girlfriend who is at home, sitting and waiting for you everyday, being the perfect little housewife" Your voice broke on the last word, and you began to cry.

"Am I that terrible, that you have to hang around all those girls? That you have to sit and laugh at their jokes, while I don't even know? Am I that bad of a girlfriend to you?" You accused him, tears spilling from your cheeks like a waterfall.

His eyes widened, and he tried to take your hand. "honey, n-no" he said shakily, his brown pupils begging for you to forgive him, but this wasn't like the other times. He had broken down your trust enough, you weren't even sure he wasn't fucking those slutty whores on tour.

"it's not enough this time" you sighed, wiping your tears and gazing up at the ceiling. "i've told you so many times to stop, and you haven't. where do you think that leaves me?" his heart was breaking, the one thing in his life he loved the most was seemingly slipping through his grasp, all because he couldn't keep his hands off the girls met in those clubs.

He felt so bad for you, you really were loyal to him. You barely went out anywhere without him by your side, and you never dared to even wrap an arm around another man, which he adored you for.

"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" you proclaimed, and his heart dropped. "Yo-you don't have to do that, honey, please. just sleep with me" he begged once more, grabbing your hands in a desperate attempt to convince you. "Wouldn't you rather be with those sluts? They obviously seem to be more important to you than me" Your words stung, each one a dagger to his heart as the reality of the situation settled in. He had fucked up, big time, bigger than ever.

You pushed past him, going into the hallway closet and grabbing a cover and pillows, putting them onto the couch. His hand gripped your shoulder, and you shrugged it off.

He began to cry softly, and made his way up to the bedroom you shared, grabbing a pack, and walking out to the balcony in shame. He held his head in his hands, and sobbed, his shoulders slumped and shaking. He slowly took out his lighter, and began to smoke a cig, tears still running down his face. He inhaled the smoke, and let it blow out of his mouth, his lips now swollen and wet.

A few hours went by, and your resolve had given up. You missed tom, even though what he done was very, very wrong, you never stopped loving him. He made you feel secure, safe even. You slowly approached the bed, lying on your sound with a gentle thump, burying your head into the pillows. Tom was still out on the balcony, the sliding door closed. He didn't notice you as you gazed at him deeply, trying to see him more clearly.

He looked like he was crying as the smoke encompassed his face. You slowly rose from the bed, and opened the glass door gently. He turned his head, his eyes immediately beginning to water. His hands held out for you, and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his head, stroking his hair gently as he sobbed into your waist, the cigarette far away from your midsection. You pulled his face away gently, your fingers gripping his chin as his eyes burned into yours. "c'mon" you mumbled, and dragged him to the bed, his frame lazily lying on top of yours.

He kissed your lips softly, the cig stomped out. You kissed back, feeling the wetness of his face meet your own. You held his head tightly, holding it down to meet yours. Your eyes were squeezed shut, giving your all into the kiss as a "sorry", even though tom should've been the one.

He began to nip at your neck, his hands caressing your body slowly, rubbing up and down your waist as you moaned. He bit against your sensitive spot, and you felt yourself getting wetter underneath him. His arms guided yours upwards, and he slowly took off your shirt, leaving you in your thin bra. He kissed between your boobs, causing you to let out a strangled whine. "shh honey, just let me take care of you, let me show you how much i love you, it's the least i can do" he looked into your eyes, kissing your breast through your bra, gently rolling the other between his fingers. You nodded weakly, and he smiled, pulling down the clothing on the breast he was sucking, now swirling his tongue around the areole as you gasped.

He was going to make this as gentle as possible, like make up sex. You deserved it, for how he had treated you. His arms wrapped around your back, unclipping your bra, your nipples now fully exposed to him. He began to lick on the other, swallowing it in his mouth as your eyes reeled.

"oh-" you whimpered. He knew truly how to pleasure you. His mouth left your hardened breast, and he stood up, lighting a cigarette. He quickly stripped his clothes off after, and lay back down on top of you. The smoke blew into your face as you scrunched your nose. He laughed softly, and put the blunt into your face. "smoke this honey, okay?" you were hesitant, still deciding as he tore down your shorts and panties. He softly gave himself a couple pumps, his mouth opening in pleasure.

He slowly guided himself in, being careful as not to be too rough. His hands held your hips as he pushed in, watching your cunt take him, your walls gripping him. The smoke of the cig left your mouth in short blow, only minimal huffs coming out as the pleasure built up. He began to thrust slowly, the bottom of his dick coming in and out as he made sure you adjusted to his size.

He moaned, and started to thrust a little harder, the cigarette nearly falling out of your mouth as your lips parted in pure pleasure. Tom quickly pushed it back in, and his grip on your waist returned, his hips meeting your own. He groaned, but his pace remained the same, too scared to hurt you even more. He watched your face contort from the bliss, eyes squeezing shut as you brought your hand up to your lips, holding the cigarette. "you're so pretty, fuck" he mumbled, taking away the cig and kissing your lips, the taste still sitting in your mouth, embedding his own, but he didn't care.

"harder" you moaned against his mouth, as he cocked an eyebrow. "you sure baby?" he asked for confirmation, and you nodded. He slowly pulled all of him out, before viciously sliding back in. He slowly crushed the cigarette with his hand, more focused on you then the potential burn on his soft skin. His balls slapped harshly against your ass as you moaned loudly, the feeling completely encompassing you.

"rig-right there!" you squealed as he hit your gummy spot, now only hitting that area as you screamed, legs wrapping around his waist, letting him hit deeper inside you, your walls now less tight. His head buried itself into the crook of your neck, biting at the skin. He left dark, purple marks on your once clean skin, not letting up on his assault against your spot. "clos-close!" you stuttered, feeling your legs began to tremble on his waist. "you can cum baby" you moaned loudly, releasing on him as he soon came after, and he brought his head up.

He grabbed some tissues from the bedside table, wiping the spilling liquids off you, and he pecked your lips. "from now on, i swear on my goddamned life, i will never go near those groupies again" he promised, hugging you tightly until you drifted off to sleep.

He kissed your forehead, and rest his head atop it, sleep overtaking his body minutes after you. "never" he mumbled.

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[mythicalmyles]

Hello again!

I saw that you were fine writing for demon slayer so I wanted to ask if you would be fine writing something for Muzan and Kokushibo?

Like double pen, noncon or anything you want to add to it.

Sorry if this is akward, I never requested anything before :']

<🌪> <3

(Noncon, Double Pen, Overstim, Sub!Bottom!Male!Reader, Mentions of Blood, Stomach Bulging)

Muzan's an asshole

You let out a sob into Muzan’s palm, his fingers digging into your cheeks. You shook as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your hole, fear filling up your stomach as you braced yourself. “I’m surprised no one plucked you up yet, just sitting there all wide eyed and pretty and all alone.” Muzan’s voice was like velvet, his words held a psychotic note.

He began pushing you down onto his cock, his palm keeping your mouth shut as you whined through gritted teeth. It felt unbearable having him slide into you, your ass clenching around his cock. You could feel every ridge on his cock, his thick shaft stretching you to your limit.

The pain was mind numbing but you forced your body to relax, welcoming him deeper inside of you. You curled back into his chest, pathetic cries held back by Muzan’s hand.

The sudden opening of the door had you jumping up, moaning when Muzan’s cock rubbed roughly against your prostate. Your wide eyes stared into six yellow pupils that swam in oceans of blood, the overwhelming feeling of being utterly powerless wrapped its way around your heart and clenched around it tight.

You shook in Muzan's arms as eyes roamed your body. "Care to join?" Muzan's voice had your blood turning cold, his blatant disregard for your wants scaring you. You knew better then to defy or fight him, yet your body screamed at you as your eyes glossed over with tears.

Before you had even fully blinked Kokushibo appeared in front of you, you let out a gasp as you flung yourself back into Muzan's chest. Muzan's chuckle was cold and lifeless, Kokushibo's hands rubbing circles around your buds. Your mouth gaped as you looked up at him. "Where did you find this delicious little thing?" You whined, his words striking fear into your heart.

"Little thing was hiding in a barn, shaking like a leaf." They both laughed. "His mother was particularly delicious." You sobbed into Muzan's hand, tears freely running down your cheeks as blood flashed through your mind.

His leather gloved hand stuck to your sweaty skin, you already felt beyond your limit but Kokushibo grabbed your thighs just under the knee and spread them around his hips. You could feel every muscle Muzan had pressing up against your back, his shirt sticking to your sweaty skin.

Muzan's hand moved from your mouth to your neck, resting his hand around your throat. You let out a loud cry when Kokushibo's cock began sliding in next to Muzan's cock, it felt unbearable with every inch that slid into you. You could feel the tears and snot drip down your face as you openly sobbed, you could never have imaged in your life that two demons would split you open on their cocks.

Muzan's rough hands grabbing you from out behind a hay bale stuck in your mind, screams of horror filling the once peaceful night sky. You knew you were dripping precum, you could feel it dribbling down your cock. You were wrapped up in shame, the feeling of their cocks ramming into your prostate was mind blowing.

You could see their cocks bulging out your stomach, shivers wracking your body at the sight of them stretching out your insides. "Looks like he's falling apart." Kokushibo's voice barley registered in your head, completely drunk off of the feeling of them slamming their thick cock's into your tiny hole. "He can take it." Muzan smirked, hand slapping against your thigh and causing a yelp to flee for your lips.

You felt your own cum hit you in the chin, whining when Muzan stopped you from wiping it off. "Oh no, pretty, you better get use to that." Muzan's words had you shaking in his grasp, his hand lightly tightening around your neck. Kokushibo groaned at the sight of you loosing oxygen.

You could feel your own eyes rolling back, the grunts of the two men ploughing into you fading and ringing out. Muzan finally relazed his hand and you coughed as you sucked in air. "Fuck, fuck." Kokoshibo groaned as he released inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around him too much.

He leaned back against the table, arms tensing as he held onto the edge, happy to watch Muzan continue pounding into you. "We're gonna be here all night, pretty boy." Muzan chuckled, eyes widening in glee with his newfound pet.

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[feverish-cuddles]

Okay I'm really into humiliation + contagion+ mess, so here's a lil scene.

B has come down with probably the worst headcold they've ever had. Definately the drippiest, every sneeze forcing out more snot from the red, swollen passages. They texted A requesting they pick up some more tissues on their way home, and thankfully A listened. When A came home B was in the middle of a fit or well trying to get it out. Holding a tissue to their nose to try and hide all the mess threatening to come out. The bed was covered in used tissues and the one in hand looked like it should've been tossed by now. A couldn't help but grin at this. Seeing the poor thing with tears in their eyes, gasping desperately, their body shivering from not only chills but the need to sneeze! "aaaw my my my, look at you, seems like you really did catch the worst of it, my love." A smirked sliding beside them on the bed with a fresh box of tissues. B sighed as the sneeze fades away again though their face blushed brighter than what the fever gave them. They started sniffling trying to keep back the flood of mess which A caught onto. "You sound rather stuffy, honey, why don't I help you." Opening the box A pulled up a tissue, using their other hand to lower the one B had pressed to their nose. When they did this this had all the snot leaking back down. A then held the tissue just under their nose to catch what was dripping. "Oh look at that poor nose of yours, so drippy and red, it looks so angry too. One sneeze and I think its going to be more than a little mess." B kept trying to sniffle and snort the long thick cords back up, A wrapped and arm around then and gave them soft encouragements. "thats it love, try and sniffles all that back in" "you can do it" "oh there's so much, I'll help you keep it in okay. Just keep going" sdff sdfff sddrrrrck sdck! Finally all of it just barely managed to go back inside. A tilted B's face to make sure. seeing just how full their nose really was. All that snot was blocking B up badly. The nostrils flared widely trying to push the slimy stuff back out, but B did their best to keep it in. "there you go, love. See isn't that better, you did so good sniffling all that snot back in. Should I take away the tissue now?" B shook their head and used their hand to keep A's up at their nose. A soft hitching sound came, A could feel their breathes against their palm even through the tissue. A knew what would happen next, and decided to tease B. "aw is your nose tickling, I bet all that sniffling is making you feel sneezy huh? You don't wanna make a big mess do you? It'd get all over you and that pretty face of yours." B whimpered a little at this blushing harder, they tried to keep a handle on it but. Soon A started to use the tissue to rub a their septum and the tip of their nose. Feeling the soft cloth making teasing circles and rubs at the sensitive and raw skin of their nose. B's mouth dropped right open, their hitches growing desperate as were their sniffles. A could feel the snot beginning to leak out and onto the tissue in their hand, practically pouring out.

"oh it must be so tickly, darling sniffling back all that snot, feeling it drag against the inside of your nose aaaw. I bet its almost unbearable for you, and I know this cold has you sensitive." without a second longer B gasps and sneezed, and sneezed, and sneezed. The sneezes were just a forceful as they were desperate. Their nose doing all it could to get this nasty cold out. Snot soaked the tissue with in the first three sneezes, the next absolutely obliterated it leaving A's palm drenched in spray and snot.

When the fit slowed to a stop, B's nose was trembling, anything could set it off now and it looked like it needed to blow badly. Luckily they had A there to get them through it.

"oh look at the mess you've made darling, you're getting that cold of yours everywhere~"

#feverish mess #nonkink blogs don't interact #feverish scenarios #snzblr

[samkerrworshipper]

heyyy guys

had heaps of reqs for some daddy lucy smut and i haven’t been able to finish any of it lol so i thought i’d give you all a little blurb/sneak peek so enjoy! if y’all like this i’d be willing to finish it just lmk !

spanking & implied smut warning minors dni

daddy?… sorry

lucy bronze x reader

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“Can you remind me how we have found ourselves in this position?”

You decided to punish me? Were the words running through my head, but I didn’t have anywhere near enough nerve to vocalise those thoughts, not considering the position I was already in.

“I broke your rules.”

I flinched as another slap came down on my ass, 11, 12, 13, 14. I tried my best not to move, not to make any noise, knowing that it would only make things worse for me.

“Our rules, and what rule would that be?”

Her words were punctuated with another set of spanks, this time falling what felt like a centimetre below the previous one, 15, 16, 17. This time I let out a little bit of a cry, bucking slightly in my position, trying to find some kind of release from the pain that was being administered to me, Lucy’s arm held my hips steady though, her hold hard enough to tell me that my movement was not permitted.

“I put myself in danger on the field and I put someone else in danger.”

In my defence, I hadn’t really meant to slide tackle the girl so aggressively, I think I’d hurt myself more in the process then she had. We’d both been running full speed down the field and one second we were running and then the next I was throwing my feet out in front of her and we were colliding. Lucy slapped her palm down against my ass another three times, earning a groan from me and the feeling of tears prickling at the edges of my eyes.

“Hm, why?”

I took a deep breath as another set of spanks fell down across my ass. 18, 19, 20, 21, 22. I felt the tears start to leak down my face, dripping down and onto the carpet below me.

“I thought she was going to shoot for goal, I had to stop her.”

My words were followed up very quickly with another set of slaps that echoed across the walls of our bedroom, making a cacophonous noise rebounding back at us. I could hear the sound of Lucy’s hand connecting with my ass, and it hurt, it hurt like a bitch.

“So you made the choice to put both you and her in danger because she decided she was going to shoot for goal?”

23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28. I let out a sob as Lucy’s hand continued to slap down against my skin, the mixture of the burning sensation and stinging starting to get to me. She left just enough time between the spanks for me to feel the sting but not enough time that it started to mellow out.

“I didn’t think that it was going to be that bad.”

I knew my words would fall on deaf ears, she wouldn’t have been punishing me if she thought that I hadn’t intended to cause some harm in the process of my actions.

“A red card and the girl getting stretchered off is pretty bad if you ask me.”

The red card was probably the worst part, especially considering that we’d been down by a point when I’d been sent off the pitch, leaving us with ten players to scrap to get a goal.

“I didn’t mean for her to get hurt.”

29, 30, 31, 32.

“What did you mean to do then? Because you can’t tell me that when you were flinging yourself at her knees and decking her that you didn’t understand the possibility of you or her getting injured. Explain to me what rule number 7 is?”

Tears and snot were basically free flowing down my face at this stage.

“To never put myself in a position where I could harm myself.”

Each word that left my mouth was punctuated by a slap. 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44.

“And how did you act today?”

45, 46, 47, 48.

Each slap drew a sob from my chest, loud sobs that I was completely unapologetic for producing. Lucy wasn’t holding back whatsoever, not that I expected her to, she never took it easy on me.

“In a way that could have harmed me.”

49, 50.

“Not just in a way that could harm you, but also in a way that could harm another person. You could have easily broken one of her legs or knees, or concussed her, the possibilities of what you could have done are endless. Maybe you didn’t mean to hurt her, but you still did. When this happens in the future we are going to find ourselves back here, is that understood?”

I nodded quickly, the tears and snot still dripping down my face without stopping.

“Y-yes, daddy.”

#woso #woso community #lionesses #lucy bronze #barca femeni #fc barca #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze is daddy

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Papas Protecting The Reader (Headcanons)

Papas being protective, you can imagine any scenario you want for.

tw violence, tw murder, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, papas being protective

Primo is quick to respond— he whisks you into his arms and his ghouls descend on the man almost immediately. You softly sob against him as your heart drums loudly in your chest and he presses gentle kisses to your temple as you bunch your hands in the fabric of his robes. His voice is a low murmur, promising safety and love and reassuring that you’re okay, he’s got you. You’re okay now.

After you’ve calmed enough, he’ll caress your cheek and swipe his thumb to wipe your tears away. When he takes you home, he’ll run a hot bath with essential oils and salts and sit in the tub with you in his lap; your back against his chest. You are pampered the rest of your evening, Primo doting on you and taking moments to pepper you in kisses while you giggle. That night, You fall asleep curled against his side with his arms wrapped protectively around you.

Secondo snaps the man’s neck in seconds before carelessly shucking the body off to the side so he can cup his large hands around your face and comfort you, whispering in Italian that he’s here, you don’t have to be afraid. He makes sure you’re not hurt, hands traveling up and down your body to make sure there’s not a single inch scratched or bruised. Any blemishes on you are blessed with a gentle kiss from him with the most care.

Even if you’re in public, Secondo will let you cry on him, wipe your tears and snot on his shoulder. He’ll hush your sobs and carry you home, taking his jacket off and tucking it around your shaking form to shield you. He’ll read poetry to you for as long as you want as you lay against him in bed, dressed in only his oversized shirt and your underwear as pajamas. And when you’re sleepy and soft and pliant beneath him, his words will trail off with the realization you’ve fallen asleep and he will bend his head down to gently kiss your forehead goodnight.

Terzo slides his hand over your eyes to spare you the carnage as Omega begins to tear the man from limb to limb. One arm circles around your waist to pull you back against his chest, his chin slotting in the crook of your shoulder. Breathe, tesoro. I’ve got you. His voice is melodic and soft, a promise. He keeps his hand over your eyes while he slowly leads you from the scene, and when you’re far enough and his hand comes away, you collapse against him with a little sob and he catches you.

Getting home is a blur for you, but Terzo keeps your hand firmly grasped in his and it helps you breathe a little easier. You’ve completely lost your appetite for the night but regardless, Terzo tries to get you to eat by making you a snack. He presents you with a bowl of your favorite flavor of yogurt with granola and little fruits cut into cute shapes. He coaxes a few bites into you and eventually you relax against him and let him slowly feed you spoon by spoon, earning a smooch from him with each mouthful you swallow. When you’re full and he’s contented that you’ve had enough to constitute a meal, he’ll snuggle you up tight and let you lay on top of him. You rest your head over his heart and allow the calming rise and fall of his chest to lull you to sleep.

Copia for all the awkwardness and anxiety he exudes, is shockingly ruthless when it comes to protecting you. He has the man on the floor and doesn’t even blink as his foot comes down on the offender’s neck. There’s a sickening snap and he kicks the body with a furious huff before his attention is all on you. You’re trembling, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you try not to cry. Copia’s expression softens so much and he opens his arms up to you and asks if it’s okay to touch you, to comfort you. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you too much and well— he did just kind of kill a man right in front of you. Regardless of how he feels or how much he loves you he will always, always give you a choice. He wants you to be happy above all else.

To his surprise you run to him and melt into his arms, finally letting the tears fall. His voice becomes soft tones as he tells you that you’re safe now. He’ll always be here to protect you, to hold you. You nod fervently, soaking up his words like it’s a balm of some sort, letting them wash over you and calm you. When you get home you let his rats comfort you, their little paws scampering and falling over themselves to climb onto you and bury their little faces into your sweater. They squeak their own little comforts and you can’t help but giggle as their whiskers tickle your skin. You fall asleep warm and unafraid tucked against Copia’s chest, knowing he’ll always be there.

#the band ghost #copia #terzo #secondo #ghost band #ghost bc #primo #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii x female reader #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv x female reader #cardinal copia x reader #secondo x reader #headcanons #wrote this today in the car after a thing happened #not going into detail but something happened at work and the cops were called #one of the cops got aggressive with me tho… #and i was so anxious and wanted to cry #i wrote this to comfort myself and pretended that the papas would fuck up a cop for me uvu