#horror movies make me horny. there I said it

[louloulemons-posts]

Secret Kisses

Steve Harrington X Fem!Henderson!Reader

Summary : You and Steve are secretly dating, here are 3 times you were almost caught and the 1 time you were.

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Not proofread, 3am writing, swears, pet names, FLUFFY, kisses, suggestive at parts, fem reader, no use of Y/N, Steve and reader just want to make out lol.

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- First time : Driving you home and nobody’s in

You’d been hanging out at Eddies trailer, watching some horror movies and smoking a bit with your friends.

Giving the metal head a hug and waving goodbye Steve drove you and Robin home.

“See you guy’s tomorrow,” she said, kissing your cheek from the backseat and climbing out.

“Let’s get you home,” Steve smiled, taking your hand in his. “Thank you for driving me.”

“Couldn’t leave my girl stranded could I? Or worse, Eddie could’ve drove you home in his death trap!”

“Eddie can drive,” you laughed.

“Sure, doesn’t mean the vans safe.”

“You worry too much,” you sighed, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“Just want you to be safe.” The drive was quick and quiet, one of your favourite tapes of Steve’s playing. Steve pulled up to your house, no lights on inside.

“Tonight was fun,” you spoke, smiling.

“It was, we do need a proper date night though. Maybe the movies?” he asked.

“That sounds good, I’ll trust your taste in movies.” He leaned over the console to kiss you, leaning in softly.

You lips almost touched when you heard a foggy voice, “Are you coming in or not?” Dustin.

Pulling away from Steve you sighed, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Y-yeah, goodnight.”

“Night,” you smiled, climbing out the car and headed over to your brother.

“Have you been smoking?!” he exclaimed.

“Shut up!” you slammed your hand over his mouth, shoving him in the house. “Why are you sitting in the dark?” Waving at Steve before heading in yourself.

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- Second time : Movie dates, sat in the dark, perfect right?

Sat in the movie theatre side by side, fingers linked, waiting for the lights to dim. You’d decided to see The Breakfast Club, after Nancy had said it was really good.

“You’re going to run out of popcorn and the movie hasn’t even started yet,” you chuckled at Steve. “It’s good!” he defended.

“Lies, but either way you’ll be grumpy 15 minutes in because you have nothing to snack on.”

“That’s why I got you snacks my love.”

“What so you can steal them?”

“Exactly that.”

“And what if I said no?”

“Well I’m sure I could persuade you..”

“Oh yeah?” He leaned closer to you, lips touching, “Yeah.” He softly pressed his lips to yours when familiar voices came.

“Okay so G6 and G7 El,” Max Mayfield spoke. “Shit,” Steve whined. The seats right in front of you. “Shit,” you repeated.

Walking down to their seats El spotted you, smiling, “Hi guys!”

“Hey,” you smiled back, nudging Steve.

“Hi,” he let out a pained grin.

“Just you two?” Max asked.

“Oh yeah, had to drag Steve with me. Nobody else would come with,” you shrugged.

“Hm, seems like Robins type of film. Eddie thought … not so much,” the redhead hummed. “Yeah exactly.”

“Should have come with us,” El said softly.

“If I’d have know you wanted to see it I would’ve, could’ve made a girls night out of it,” you smiled at her. Always having had a special place in your heart for that girl.

The lights dimmed, “Well we’ll see you after the movie,” Steve said. The pair sat down facing forward. “Guess we can’t make out now,” he sighed.

“You’re literally a horny teen.”

“Well I’m a teen and you’re hot so … I’m always horny.”

“Shush,” you laughed, punching him lightly.

“Maybe you can stay at my place?”

“Hm, if you’re lucky.”

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- Third time : Lunch breaks aren’t easy either.

It was Steve’s lunch break, just him on today as it was a slow Monday. He shut the door and turned the sign to close, smiling at you who’d brought him food.

Pushing you into the back room, hands on your waist, your own tangling in his hair. Lipgloss transferring onto his own lips, “Stevie,” you giggled into his mouth.

“Missed you … so much,” he spoke between kisses. “Saw me yesterday.”

“Not enough!” Pulling you as close as he could, your legs wrapped around his waist and he lifted you into a filing cabinet.

“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he kissed and kissed and kissed. His hands played with the bottom of your skirt, pulling away. Lips swollen and hair messy.

“We’ve got 20 minutes Stevie.”

“That’s plenty of time to do what I need to do to you,” he smirked, lowering himself.

The bell on the door jingled, “Steve!”

“I’m gonna kill your brother.”

“Oh I’ll help.” Tidying himself up he left the back room, you jumping down from the cabinet.

“Henderson, thought you were smart enough to know what the word closed means.”

“Ha you’re real funny. I was just wondering if you’ve seen my sister?”

Steve’s heart went to his throat and you panicked trying to keep your breathing quiet. “Nope, why?”

“Well I saw her car outside and I thought maybe we could head home together,” he explained, “She might be getting some groceries though.”

“Mhm, maybe. If she stops by I’ll tell her you’re looking for her.”

“Great, thanks man.” You heard the bell ring again, signalling his exit.

Walking out of the back room you sighed. “Your brothers looking for you,” he teased.

“Oh you don’t say?” Kissing the boys cheek, “I should probably go.”

He whined, “Steve if he catches us-“

“I know I know. Okay go, but next time something like that happens I’m not stopping.”

“I’ll take your word for that.” Pecking his mouth you headed out the door to find you shit head of a brother.

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- The time you’re found out

You heard soft knock on your window. Not wanting to turn the light on in fear your headache would get worse, you walked over.

Pulling back the curtains, you saw a familiar face. You pulled up the window and stepped back, “What are you doing here?” you asked.

Steve climbed in (fell in) to your room, “Robin told me you weren’t very well, couldn’t really call cause you know,” he motioned to the door.

“Thought I’d come check on my girl, brought you some gatorade and snacks.”

“You, Steve Harrington, are the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.” Pecking his nose, you walked back to your bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Migraine.”

“Oh baby I’m sorry. Have you taken anything?”

“Took some more tablets not too long ago, they should kick in soon.”

He sat down next to you, stoking hair gently. “Do you want me to go, leave you in peace?”

“Could you stay?”

“Course. No place I’d rather be.”

Taking off his shoes, jacket and jeans he climbed in beside you. “Come lay on me baby,” he whispered. Resting your head on his chest, you hummed, his warmth was so nice.

Running his fingers up and down your back you were quickly lulled to sleep.

Stirring awake to a knocking sound, “Yeah?” you said voice croaking, thick with sleep. Steve also woke up, giving you a sleepy smile.

“Mom said do you want breakfast, she’s made waffles,” Dustin spoke.

“Oh yeah sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Does Steve want any?” He asked through the door.

You looked at the boy, both of you wide eyed. “Hello? Does he want any?” your brother repeated.

“Oh um sure if she’s got any spare,” Steve said. Hearing you brother grumble as he walked away, you put your head back on his chest.

“Well he knows.”

“Yeah.”

“I can do this now then,” Steve smirked, kissing you square on the mouth.

“Hm, yes Mr Harrington you can.”

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A/N : I wanted to do some fics with other characters soon, they don’t have to just be Stranger Things characters, I’m part of many many fandoms. So if there’s any other characters you’d like to see, let me know! 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[sicbaby]

thinking about how fun it would be to bother leon while he’s trying to work!!

you were bugging and pestering him the whole night, and then he announces that he has to finish up some reports for work. you grew even more agitated at the lack of attention, and the pestering grew even worse.

you follow him up to his home office, plopping yourself down on the floor, arms crossed over your chest with a pout on your face. leon smiles at you with a warm, sincere gaze, despite you being a brat. he walks over to where you were sitting on the floor, leaning over and putting his hands on either sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks lightly. it was a gentle warning, you knew that. “listen, i love you and i know you’re needy right now, but i have to do my work.” he said, voice quiet. “you can help.” he suggests with a small laugh.

you roll your eyes at that. “i’m not helping you with your stupid work.” you pout even more.

he takes a deep sigh. “are you seriously gonna act like this right now, princess?” he asks, standing back up. “i’ll make you hot chocolate and we can watch a shitty horror movie after i’m done. deal?”

“i actually had something else in mind..” you say, a devious grin making its way onto your face.

“oh, yeah? what’s that?” he asks, smiling. you could tell he was in a teasing mood, in order to combat your bratiness. it was going to be a long night…

“you feelin’ okay?” he asks, leaning over once more to kiss you on the forehead when you didn’t respond.

you roll your eyes again. “i’m horny, lee…” you reply bluntly.

he laughs softly, still leaning down. “aww, my little girl is horny?” he says with mock admiration. “would you like to talk about it?” he teases.

“babyyyy,” you draw out, pouting again.

leon gives an exaggerated sigh of defeat. you were just so cute to him. he grabs your hand in his before he speaks. “i’ll tell you what. i’ll let you sit in my lap while i do my reports, okay? does that sound good? then we can do whatever you want after.”

you squeal happily, and leon leads you over to his desk. you eagerly wait for leon to sit down in his office chair, and quickly follow him, your back to his chest. leon finds it hard to actually work on his reports, and he finds himself just staring at you. you looked so cute like this, so needy, it was killing him slowly, deciding to do his work instead of you.

you were content in his lap, until around the 10 minute mark. you had no idea what was going on, on the computer in front of you. and you were so bored.

“you’re squirming too much, baby.” leon finally speaks. he leans his head against yours, his breath on your neck. “you’re cute when you fidget, though..” his breath sends shivers down your spine, and goosebumps appear on your skin. you don’t respond to him, and instead rock your hips side to side slowly, against his crotch. he groans breathily at this.

“woah, baby… do that again, please!” he says, half joking.

“you’re such a perv, leon.” you joke back. he just laughs behind you, leaning back into the chair. you take the opportunity and put your elbows on the desk, pressing back, making the chair move. you press your ass harder into leon’s lap this time.

leon bites his lip, his eyes fluttering. “you’re driving me crazy, angel..” he mumbles, his breath shortening. you begin moving your hips back and forth, feeling his length harden slowly. he’s cursing under his breath, and he grips your waist tightly, holding your ass firmly to him.

“you gotta do your reports, leon..” you tease.

“fuck, i know. cant focus with you on my lap, though.” he drags your hips harshly against his clothed dick. “you feel that, baby? that’s your fault..” he says as he leans over into you, kissing down the side of your neck.

you feel your panties soaking against his jeans, but you know he’s not going to give in… not yet. “just, put it in me, baby? i’ll sit here, and i promise i wont move! please, sir?” you beg him.

he laughs at your request, but likes the idea himself. “you’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you? but, who am i to deny my princess, hmm?” he hums, caressing your sides. he taps on the side of your hips, signaling you to get up. you keep your elbows on the table still, and lift yourself up, just hovering over his lap. he unzips his jeans, pulling out his cock from the hole in his boxers. you move your panties to the side, and slowly sit back down on his cock. the two of you groan loudly at the feeling.

once you were fully sat back down, you began to realize that this probably wasn’t the best idea. your juices were dripping all over his cock, and you found it incredibly challenging to not move, not even an inch. you didn’t want to make leon mad, but it hurt like hell, and there was an itch inside of you that needed to be scratched.

he didn’t seem to be phased however, and leaned back over you to resume his typing. at one point, he leaned down to the side to grab something from one of the drawers. once he returned upright, he adjusted himself in the chair, causing his dick to thrust up into your cunt, making you gasp out a loud moan. he just laughed at you, like he did it on purpose. you whimpered out pathetically, gripping the sides of the desk harshly.

it had been only a couple of minutes, but you physically couldn’t take it anymore. you began slowly rocking your hips again, the feeling of his cock filling you up and the feeling of your lips pressing back and forth against his dick sending your eyes rolling. he quickly notices, and brings a firm grip on your right hip, stopping you, making you groan out.

“you just can’t help yourself, can you?” he laughs.

“please, please, leon… i need you so… bad.” you beg, rocking your hips again, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

he doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re close to tears, he can hear it in your voice. “hey… hey… baby…” he shushes you, sweetly. “shh, it’s okay..” he whispers as he nuzzles into your neck, leaving kisses there and up to your chin, all while rubbing circles on your back.

you sniffle. “please, leon… i need it so bad. cant take it anymore..” you beg, beginning to move your hips again. this time, you bring yourself slightly up and down his cock, barely moving, yet feeling the sensations so strongly.

leon groans at your movements. “y/n… shit.” his voice is gentle, but the heat coursing through his body is anything but. he leans back in the chair, lifting your skirt up your back, eyeing your ass bouncing slightly up and down against his hips.

his hands are on your hips, but he’s not stopping you from moving. once you realize this, you begin moving at a faster pace this time, a mixture of rocking back and forth and bouncing up and down.

leon manages to laugh through the pleasure. “so much for finishing these fuckin’ reports…” he mutters under his breath. he can’t bring himself to be upset though, he’s too enthralled in your warmth and the sound of your beautiful moans. you’re moaning loudly, finally getting the pleasure you so desperately needed before, and leon won’t deny you of it.

you lift yourself fully off of his cock, and slam back down, causing the two of you to moan out. his dick is making you feel so good, sending shivers up your spine, and you can’t help but squeeze your cunt every now and then, clamping his hard cock inside of you.

leon groans in satisfaction and leans forward, holding your body close to his. he begins kissing your neck again. "mmm, that's it, baby," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "you like feeling my cock deep inside you, don't you? you’re such a dirty little slut, riding me like this.”

his words were laced with a mix of dominance and adoration, perfectly tailored to ignite a fire within you. he reveled in the way your body responded to his touch, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. leon's grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements and urging you to take him deeper, his dominance taking over fully now.

"you're so fucking tight, baby," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "i love watching you bounce on my cock, taking every inch. you're mine, princess. mine to fuck as i please."

his words were punctuated by passionate kisses, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbone. you were getting drunk off of his cock and his dirty words, your brain turning to mush as all you could think about was him and how his cock was rubbing your walls so deliciously.

"you're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you? you need my cock deep inside you. tell me how badly you want it," he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

“i- ah! i- fuck… need it, daddy… need you al-always…” you barely manage to get out, your words slurring as he took control, thrusting up into your throbbing cunt harshly.

“mmm, that’s right, baby. that’s fucking right.” your body convulsed in response, moans filling the room as he pounded into you relentlessly. he brings his hand around to your front, his palm connecting with your clit in sharp, stinging slaps. each slap served as a reminder of your earlier bratty behavior and a punishment for testing his patience. he knew it would also send you over the edge, the mixture of pleasure and pain would push you towards an explosive climax.

“oh, fuck!” you cried out, your body jolting away from his slaps. “no.. daddy, no!” you protested, yet your pussy gave you away, clenching tightly with every slap against your puffy hood.

"fuck, that's it, baby," he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. "you like it when i punish you, don't you? such a naughty little brat, needing my firm hand to put you in your place."

you could barely talk, panting like a dog while pleasure and pain filled your senses. you nodded your head eagerly at his words. “yes… yes… yes!” you breathed out. he smiles at how quickly he gets you to submit.

the slaps on your clit increased, mixed with harsh pinches that he soothed over with gentle fingers before restarting the cycle over again. your moans grew louder, tongue lolling, whimpering and drooling all over his desk as your body was on the edge of release as he continued his relentless assault.

leon could tell you were close, your sweet little pussy clenching and sucking his cock all the way inside. he could feel his own climax building, but he was determined to push you over the edge first. he brings his wet fingers, covered in your essence up, shoving them into your already open mouth. you whimper around his fingers, and he feels your slobber dripping down his wrist. “dirty girl, dumb fucking baby.” he mutters under his breath.

"cum for me, brat," he said firmly, his voice low and commanding. "let go and show me how good my cock makes you feel.” he shoves his fingers even more down your throat, making you gag as you cry and fuck yourself back on his cock desperately.

he smirks, taking his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva following his hand as he goes down to rub at your clit. you practically scream, your eyes rolling back as you release the desk, your body arching backwards until your head hits his shoulder. your pussy clenches around him harshly as you cum hard on his cock, toes curling as your vision goes black.

the sound of your release, the clenching of your walls around him, pushed leon over the edge as well, his own release washing over him in waves of ecstasy. “good fucking girl.. take my cum… take it,” he chants as his hot seed spills into your pulsating cunt. you whine, feeling his cock pulsate inside of you, a mixture of yours and his cum leaking down your thighs.

you slump against him, trembling and thoroughly fucked out as he holds you to his chest. he presses a sweet kiss to your hair once he calms down himself. “such a good girl, always take me so well..” he presses another kiss to your hair, making you sigh in content.

“mm, but we’re not done yet, princess.” he says meanly, his cock already hardening again inside of you. “gonna show you how much i love breaking dirty little brats like you.”

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[navybrat817]

Jump Scare

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You get quite the jump scare during a movie night with Bucky. Word Count: Over 2.8k Warnings: Implied sex, scary movie (violence), jump scare, prank, scary vibes, slight feels, established relationship, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #9 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! A bit further down the line for Hothead and Spitfire. @tavners, @maskedmistress87, @drabblewithfrannybarnes, this did NOT go the way I wanted it to, but that's okay!❤️ Edit: Also submitting for @witchywithwhiskey's Horror Movie Hoe-A-Thon with "What's your favorite scary movie?". Not beta read and written on my phone​, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sound of the basement door creaking open permeated the air in the otherwise silent house, fear paralyzing the soon-to-be victim who hid under the staircase. Terror mounted with each heavy footstep, as if they were a countdown to her impending doom. The masked assailant surveyed the dark space with his sharp knife in hand, still stained with the blood of the girl’s boyfriend who tried and failed to protect her. She covered her mouth as the killer got closer, her nostrils flaring as she desperately tried to keep from making any sounds. Maybe there was a chance he wouldn’t find her.

Her prayers were seemingly answered as the killer began to walk back up the steps, daring her to crawl out from her hiding space once she thought it was safe.

The bloodcurdling scream she let out as the knife plunged into her chest a heartbeat later was the last sound she ever made.

You stifled a yawn as you stared at the television, red light from the screen illuminating the darkened room as the killer stabbed his victim over and over again. “Why do people in horror films immediately pop their heads out when they think the killer’s gone? Do they just think they gave up? Or that they outsmarted them somehow?”

Bucky chuckled as he threw an arm over your shoulder. “I think that’s one of the rules of those films.”

“Which part? Running into a terrible spot where the killer is inevitably going to find you or thinking the coast is clear when it isn’t?”

“Both,” he replied.

You huffed and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Bucky’s lap. You had to hand it to him. When he asked you over for a movie night, you figured it was an excuse to get in your pants. So when he invited you in and took you to the living room instead of the bedroom, it both surprised and disappointed you. It wasn’t that you wanted sex to be the main thing between you two. You enjoyed talking to him.

But, fuck, was he amazing in bed and you were only human.

Your new boyfriend, which was both exciting and nerve-wracking that it was official, had set up a few blankets and pillows on the couch so you’d be comfortable while watching the films. He shut off the lights to create, in his words, a spooky ambience. There was no reason not to indulge him. He even had a couple of your favorite snacks nearby so you wouldn’t have to get up and go to the kitchen.

Who said motocross riders couldn’t be a little bit romantic?

Bucky took your hand after you finished your helping of popcorn and slowly licked the salt and butter off one of your fingers. The cheeky little shit smirked when you sharply inhaled. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“You’re really asking me that right now?”

“Just curious,” he said, gently licking your middle finger when you held it up in his face. It was difficult not to feel aroused with his amazing tongue lavishing you with attention. “Are you giving me the middle finger to insult me or is that a promise?”

“It’s both. Fuck you and fuck you, Hothead,” you said, gasping when he lightly nibbled the tip.

“That can be arranged,” he smirked.

He isn’t romantic. He’s horny just like me.

“See? I knew there was a reason other than movies for having the blankets out here,” you smiled. You knew deep down he wanted you to stay the night. The man was a cuddler. “As much as I joke about some of the cliches, I like a lot of scary movies. The jump scares are always fun, especially when you don’t see them coming.”

“Name one movie,” he said, finally allowing you to take your hand back as he shifted to face you more. Neither of you were paying attention to the movie on the screen now. “Just one.”

“Okay,” you said after a moment, one recent film you watched popping up in your mind. “I like ‘Ready or Not’.”

His brows pinched a bit. “That’s the film about the bride getting hunted down by the groom’s Satan worshiping family, right? Why that one?”

You lifted your chin and looked back at the screen momentarily. “Grace was kind and caring, but also determined and resourceful. She was a survivor and I found it easy to root for her,” you replied, avoiding Bucky’s gaze when your voice softened. “At the root of her character, she just wanted to be part of a family.”

It was one of the reasons you moved to town. There was nothing for you back home. Friends didn’t stick around, some wrote you off because of your outspoken attitude, and things went south with Frank. Bucky was aware of all of that. It almost sounded like you ran away, but you didn’t see it that way. You made a choice to change your path for the better.

And thanks to Natasha, you not only met Bucky, but made other friends as well.

A soft kiss to your temple made you jump a bit. “You see yourself in Grace, don’t you, Spitfire?”

You swallowed, not wanting to get emotional. It was almost unnerving how Bucky could take down the bricks of the inner wall you sometimes built up. “I guess I do,” you whispered, clearing your throat. “But if you marry me one day and you try to sacrifice me so you can keep winning races or whatever, I will haunt your ass forever.”

Bucky’s nose scrunched as he laughed, bringing a smile to your face. “Listen, we both know if I’d try to sacrifice you that you’d knock my ass in the dirt,” he joked. You were glad he went along with the humor you shifted to instead of delving into a deep discussion. You could save that for another day. “And I wouldn’t do that anyway because I’d fight beside you.”

His declaration spread warmth from your chest as you snuggled close. It meant more to you than he knew. “Keep saying sweet things like that and we won’t make it through the next movie.”

“I’ll say all the sweet things you want,” he promised, resting his head against yours. “I actually did have an ulterior motive for movie night.”

I knew it.

You narrowed your eyes even though you directed your gaze at the television and not him. “Well, you have to tell me what your motive was.”

“I wanted to watch scary movies with you in the hopes you’d get a little scared and cuddle in my lap,” he admitted, the screams from the speakers not affecting either of you in the slightest. “But I should’ve known you don’t scare that easily since you’re a badass.”

It was so endearing that you couldn’t help but smile. “Being a badass doesn’t mean I don’t get scared. I’ve just seen most of these films. I know what’s going to happen,” you said. You weren’t usually the type to jump out of your skin, especially since they were movies and nowhere close to reality. “Would you like me to pretend I’m afraid? I can do that.”

He sighed and you could easily picture the pout forming on his stupidly handsome face. “It isn’t the same when I know you’re faking it.”

“That’s what she said,” you said, making him snort as you moved the bowl of popcorn from his lap and scooted closer. “And I can easily pretend that you’ll keep me safe from the scary masked killer who isn’t actually here because he’s on television.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

“He’s walking slowly and he’s managing to catch up to the girl running at full speed because of reasons. Wait! She tripped over nothing. He’s going to get her! Oh, no!” you cried before you hid your face in his chest, which rumbled when he began to chuckle. You didn’t lift your head immediately since the whiff of cologne you caught distracted you. He always smelled so good. “See? Easy.”

“That’s not very believable, but thank you for trying,” he teased before the room got quiet. “What the hell?”

“What is it?” you asked, turning to look at the television. The screen was black now, leaving the room darker than before. “What happened to the movie?”

“I don’t know,” he said, glancing behind him. “Maybe something happened with the connection. I’ll be right back.”

“You know you’re never supposed to say that. One of the horror movie rules,” you said, moving back to give him room to stand and checking your phone for messages. The light from your screen gave you a chance to catch a glimpse of his abs through his shirt when he stretched. It tempted you to pull him back down beside you. “But I’ll send a search party if you don’t come back in ten minutes.”

“How generous of you,” he said, tilting your chin up as he leaned down. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered against your lips.

You barely brushed your lips back against his in a kiss before he left you alone. “You said it twice. I’m not responsible for anything that happens to you!”

A minute passed by as you mindlessly scrolled through an app. You felt a little bad about your teasing, even if Bucky didn’t say it bothered him. You didn’t scare easily, but you could’ve allowed yourself to be a bit more vulnerable. All he wanted you to do was turn to him. When he got back, you’d do just that.

But a few more minutes passed and he still hadn’t returned.

“Bucky? It hasn’t been ten minutes, but I’ll send the search party,” you said, looking behind you when you didn’t get an answer. You still couldn't see much of anything. “Bucky?”

THUD.

It sounded like Bucky fell to the ground in another room. At least, you thought it was him. “Are you okay?” you called out, using your phone to light a path as you got up and left the room. “Do you need help?” you added, flipping the switch for the hallway light.

Which didn’t turn on.

If this were a horror movie, his body would either fall out of a ceiling somewhere or he’d be the killer.

“Of course,” you mumbled to yourself as you slowly walked down the hall. You were familiar enough with Bucky’s place, but it almost felt empty and cold as you searched for him. The wind picking up outside only made the unsettling feeling grow. Why wasn’t he answering you? “Bucky, come on. We can just watch a movie on my phone.”

BANG.

You jumped when the office door slammed shut, a nervous laugh bubbling up as you took a step toward it. “Well played. You got me to jump,” you said, hesitating as you reached for the doorknob. There was something red smeared on it. No way was that blood. It couldn’t be. “Bucky?”

It’s just a prank, right? He’s fine. He’s perfectly fine.

You pressed your ear against the door to listen for any noises before something slammed against it on the other side, making you jerk back. Your heart admittedly leapt in your throat. You wished Bucky was beside you to hold your hand.

“Okay, Bucky! You win! I’m officially creeped out!” you announced, hoping it would get him to jump out before something hit the door again. “Fine, asshole! Ready or not, here I come!”

The door flew open before you could twist the knob. You held up your phone with a shaky hand and spotted a large figure in the light. He wore what you guessed was a dark robe and a Boogeyman mask, the eyes and mouth completely blacked out. That wasn’t the thing that made your mouth fall open with a scream.

It was the bloody machete in his hand.

Your eyes scanned the darkness for Bucky, worried more about him than yourself. “Run,” the figure whispered, lifting the weapon over his head.

Fight or flight kicked in and you chose to fight, though you didn’t have anything to use as a weapon. “Fucker! What did you do to my boyfriend, you piece of shit?!” you yelled, kicking him as hard as you could in the shin when he got close enough. He hardly budged, but you hobbled back and grabbed your foot as pain shot through it. “Ow, fuck! Are you made out of pure muscle?!”

The Boogeyman dropped the machete immediately. “Shit, are you okay?” he asked in a normal voice as he took out a phone and pressed the screen, the lights in the place coming on a moment later.

You recognized that voice.

Bucky. Fucking. Barnes.

“Bucky,” you said through your teeth when he removed the mask and brushed his long hair from his eyes. “What the actual fuck?!”

“I'm sorry. I was trying to scare you a little, not hurt you,” he said, going to look at your foot. You almost kicked him again. “Is it okay?”

“It’s fan-fucking-tastic, asshole!” you hissed as you hit his right arm with a ringing slap. “Shithead!” you added, smacking his arm again as he laughed. He was laughing at you. “Fucker!”

And to think I felt bad for not acting more scared during the movie.

You tried to get another hit in, but he grabbed your wrist before the blow landed. “Easy, Spitfire. Okay, I deserved a couple of hits. It was a stupid joke.”

“So stupid,” you snapped when the corner of his lip twitched. If he laughed again… “How did you shut everything off?”

“App on my phone for the lights and streaming service. I got ready and hid here until you went to look for me. Though I had to make a loud noise for you to do so,” he said, the humor in his blue eyes almost outweighing his worry. “I really am sorry.”

“And where the hell did you even get this?” you asked, tugging on the robe.

“Remember, all the guys are helping out with that haunted hayride this weekend? We each got scary costumes for it,” he reminded you. All the riders planned to help out, followed by a party once it wrapped up “Are you really okay?”

Your heartbeat returned to a slower pace as you took a breath. There were tons of films where boyfriends pretended to be killers to scare their girlfriends. It was somehow oddly endearing that Bucky did the same thing.

“I’m fine,” you said, even as unshed tears burned your eyes. “But I did think for a moment something may have happened to you. And it isn't like watching you at the tracks when I know there's an element of danger or watching a movie. This was different.”

And that scared me.

“Hey. I'm right here and I’m okay,” he whispered, touching your cheek. “I just wanted to scare you so I could comfort you. I'm sorry.”

Stupidly sweet logic.

“That’s such a guy thing to do,” you said as he gave you an abashed smile. “Okay, I’ll let you comfort me. You’re also going to rub my foot,” you added, which actually felt perfectly fine now, but he didn’t need to know that.

“I’ll give you the best foot massage,” he promised. “You really tried to beat the ‘killer’ up for thinking he did something to me. I’m touched.”

“Well, I didn’t have a weapon, but I’ll aim for the crotch next time,” you teased a little, giggling when he winced. “I guess I’m just as dumb as some of those horror movie victims.”

“You’re not dumb. You’re a badass. And I would’ve done the same thing if I thought someone hurt you,” he smiled, making your heart race for a good reason this time. “And I’m still your boyfriend after this, right?”

You smiled softly, but poked him in the chest for good measure. “Yeah, but I’m not sorry for kicking you in the shin, you can fuck yourself tonight, and I’m telling Nat what you did.”

Because if anyone is scarier than an angry girlfriend, it’s Natasha Romanoff.

“You know, you’re hot when you’re pissed off. Very hot,” he smirked. The vicious glare you gave him didn’t sway him as he gripped the back of your head. “And let’s see if I can convince you to let me fuck you.”

“It’s going to take a lot of convincing.”

You opened your mouth to accept the slide of his tongue against yours and allowed him to press you against the hallway wall. Nat would surely give him a piece of her mind tomorrow for scaring you. Tonight though, you’d let Bucky convince you to snuggle again and sleep with him. Because you had to hand it to him.

He delivered a worthy jump scare.

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Keep Up With Me

Sub!Eddie x Dom!Fem!Reader

Description: your boyfriend breaking up with you because you're too much for him to handle might be the best thing that's happened to you. It's certainly the best thing that's happened to Eddie!

A/N: bitta angst, mostly smut, best friends to lovers, not me and my horny ass projecting again promise, I'm English excuse my language tally ho what what

Warnings: use of pet names (baby girl, sweetheart etc) reader uses she/her pronouns, NSFW, minors DNI or I'll smack you with a wet fish, F!Masturbation, lap riding, M!Oral receiving, slight M! Orgasm denial, p in v protected sex

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You perch on the corner of the checkout counter at Family Video, legs swinging, fingers tapping on the side.

"So, apparently that makes me some sort of slut." You looked at Robin, one of your closest friends, and shrugged.

"Shit, what an asshole! So he basically dumped you because he couldn't keep up with you?"

"Yup. Sad ain't it." You inspect your fingernails, trying to come off as more aloof than you actually felt. You weren't in pain as such, not from losing that asshole, it's just his words kept ringing in your head.

Why do you want to fuck all the time? Must be some sorta slut. Are you a freak or something? What's wrong with you?

The harsh, sobering words ran through your head on a loop, wearing you down even further.

"Hey, I know that look, stop thinking about that jerk he did NOT deserve you, seriously! You just gotta find someone else, you always do." Robin stares at you, hand hovering over yours.

"That's the problem aint it. I just do this over and over. Too fricking horny for my own good!" You laugh; Robin giggles with you. "Hey there's worse problems to have!" You both chuckle for a bit, but you're still upset about his words. Slut. Freak. "Maybe I am a freak." You sigh.

"Whose a freak?"

You jump, and look around. Eddie Munson, your other best friend and long time crush, had just walked in the door. He flashed you a lazy smile, brown doe eyes creased at the corners.

"We are not talking about you Edward if that's what you think."

Eddie mimes being shot in the chest. "Oh sweetheart you wound me! Don't call me that." He pouts at you.

"It's your name, isn't it?" You poke your tongue out at him.

"Urgh, yeah, government name, but it's so not metal." He picks you up off the counter and spins you round, whilst you squeal.

"Put me down Edward!"

"Whose Edward?" He grins, still holding you, lightly tickling your sides.

"Okay Eddie please!"

He places you on your feet with exaggerated care, brushing imaginary dust of your shoulders.

Robin's eyes flick between yours and Eddie, widening and gesturing her head at you. You know she's dying to say something, but you had told her a million times, Eddie was just a friend. Sure he did shit like that, but it's like you were his little sister or something. There's no way he felt the same way about you.

"Well if you two are done flirting, I've got a job to do." You open your mouth to protest but Robin smirks, grabs a few videos and runs off like a baby deer to shelve them. looking at Eddie, you see his face is flushed. Silence for a heartbeat.

"So aren't you seeing loverboy tonight?" Eddie waggles his eyebrows at you.

"Oh I've just come from EX loverboy's house. Here to pick a horror film and pretend all the victims have his face. Oh and eat ice cream until I'm sick."

"Oh shit sweetheart I didn't know, sorry."

"It's all good, just trying to get some stuff he said out of my head. He's a dick anyway."

Eddie frowns, his brow furrowing. He knows this is affecting you more than you are letting on but he doesn't question it.

"Look, I've got a deal to do, but do you want to come over? I can drop you at mine and I'll be like 20 minutes max. I'm up for horror movies, ice cream and a joint or two?"

"Sounds good Eddie. Thanks."

"No problem sweetheart."

You pick a movie each and summon Robin from her hiding space to check them out.

"Okay you kids have fun!" She beams at you both, waving over enthusiastically.

"Robin you are such a dork." You laugh and leave, turning back to make sure the door shuts and doesn't leave a draught. Robin's still staring at you two, gesturing and putting her thumbs up. You roll your eyes and make your way to Eddie's van.

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Eddie, true to his word, dropped you off at his trailer. You were standing in his room, all alone since his uncle was at work. It was odd; you'd been here before several times, but never alone. You sat on Eddie's bed, surrounded by his smell. Laying back against the pillows you grab one and drink in the scent. Okay you've definitely crossed over into freak territory. He wasn't even here and you were obsessed; surrounded and engulfed by his scent. You felt a familiar warmth between your legs, your desire growing for him with each passing second. You hadn't even realised you had unbuttoned your jeans until your fingers met your underwear.

What the hell are you doing he'll be back any second! Despite knowing this, it gave you a little thrill to think he might catch you with your hand down your pants. Maybe he'd finally give you what you've been craving. Working your hand into your underwear, you find your clit with a gasp. You already felt wetness creeping from your folds, desire being something that seemed to run hot within you, all the time. Teasing at your clit, you run your fingertips in soft circles, building up that tingling feeling in your core.

Throwing your head back you groaned softly, increasing the pressure on your sensitive bud. You imagined it was Eddie's fingers doing this, rubbing you, teasing you into an orgasm. It definitely helped. Soon you were panting, chasing your release.

Your mind races, thinking about how he picked you up earlier so effortlessly, you thought about his strong hands holding you firmly, rings pressing into your flesh. You think about what it would feel like, his hands on you whilst you grind against him and that did it. You come undone with your own hand, your release shattering through your nerves. Laying there for a moment you gather yourself, feeling a twinge of guilt. You shouldn't be thinking about your best friend like this. Maybe there was something wrong with you.

Freak. Slut.

No time to unpack all of that, hearing the crunch of gravel outside. The front door opens.

"Hey honey I'm home!" Eddie chuckles, and you hear him coming towards his room. You quickly try look less dishevelled, wiping your hand and hoping against hope that what you just did wasn't written all over your face.

Eddie struts in, chucks his metal lunchbox on the bed and throws himself after it. You can't help but laugh at his exaggerated movements.

He lays there on his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Ya miss me?" He grins.

"Always." You smile at him, trying your hardest not to appear flustered.

"So, I'll roll, you pick what to watch, and we'll make a nest."

You laugh at that. "A nest? What am I an egg?"

"Just do what you're told baby girl." Jesus that's a new one. That nickname went straight to your cunt. He sits up, cross legged. "Oh and hand me those papers on the bed side table."

You bend across and grasp the papers, passing them to Eddie. For a fraction of a second he looks down and looks back up at you, face flushed pink.

"By all means get comfortable." He coughs and looks away.

You look down and realise you left your jeans unbuttoned. A small triangle of red is exposed from the front of your black jeans. Trust me to pick bright red underwear today. Flushing magenta, you try and cover your tracks.

"Shit, sorry Eddie the jeans were digging in you know."

"No worries princess, you want a pair of sweat pants? You need to be cosy in our nest" he grins at you.

"Sure, thanks Eds." 

He grabs you a clean grey pair from a drawer and you go to the bathroom to change, cursing yourself for being so stupid. When you return, sweats hanging low of your hips, he had rolled and was waiting for you with a lighter in hand.

"Shit Eddie you could have started without me."

"Nuh-uh. This is all for your benefit, and I'm a gentleman. The lady gets first toke." He reaches over once you've sat down and puts the joint in your mouth and lights it. You take a drag, holding it in for a couple of seconds, then release it. You take another, deeper toke.

"Wow this is decent." You smirk at him.

"All my stuff is decent babe."

"Oh so we aren't talking about the other week with that shit that was all twiggy?"

"No idea what you're talking about." He looks pointedly in the opposite direction. You snort at his actions and pick the first film, loading the VCR.

You both lay back, arms touching, watching the film. The joint goes back and forth, and you begin to giggle at the movie, feeling your high settle in. Laughing with each other at the ridiculous plot, you feel so much better about everything that had happened that evening. You were with Eddie. He always made you feel at ease.

Once the movie had finished Eddie started rolling another, and you ejected the film to put the next one in.

"So, you ready to tell me what happened?" Eddie asks, licking the spliff into place.

Your eyes go wide thinking about what you did in his bed. Shit, how did he know?

"What- what do you mean?"

"I mean why did lover boy break it with you? You never said."

Relief started to spread through you, then you remembered the reasons. Freak. Slut. No way you could tell Eddie that. It was too embarrassing.

"Just standard guy commitment shit. Nothing new." You try and brush it off. It might have worked with someone else, but Eddie could always tell when you are lying.

"Nope, nope. You weren't even serious, you said. So go on, tell me?" His soft brown eyes bored into you.

You started to feel hot and bothered at this amount of attention.

"He said some stuff, it wasn't nice, I don't want to go through it again."

"Did you tell Robin?"

Ooft. How did he always know?

"Okay he said some... stuff that got to me. Jesus Eddie its not important!"

Eddie strokes your arm and looks you in the eye, "if it wasn't important it wouldn't have gotten to you. I just, I want to help."

You look into his eyes and see pure love there, and it does help. You take a deep breath, and, looking anywhere other than Eddie's eyes, you explain the real reason for the break up. Eddie sits silently, listening to you recount the events. When you are done, he looks at you and begins to smirk.

"Eddie it's not funny." You scowl at him. That throws Eddie over the edge. He laughs out loud, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Feeling embarrassed, you move to get up. Eddie's hands grab your waist, holding you still.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I'm not laughing at you I swear." He's grinning, face slightly red from his outburst.

You stare at him. "Then what the hell are you laughing at?"

He chuckles a bit, then strokes your arm, "it's just, it's like he's gotten rid of any man's wet dream, seriously. What man doesn't want a hot girlfriend who wants to do him all the time? He's clearly fucking crazy."

"You- you think I'm hot?" You stutter at him.

"Of course, look at you, you're fucking incredible. Baby girl, any man would be lucky to have you."

Part of you thinks this is just Eddie being a good friend, but the way he looks at you and the lingering hand on your hip; that tells a different story. You decide to push it a little further.

"Any man, right?' You look into his eyes.

"That's what I said sweetheart."

"So, that includes long haired, metal loving, tattooed men right?" You look up at him through your lashes.

"I mean yeah if that's your type..." you see the penny drop behind his eyes. "Oooh, Er yes, those too. Maybe lead guitarist men. Men who like to play D&D?" His voice getting higher. He tilts his head to one side, looking at you with hopeful doe eyes.

"You think there's guys like that in Hawkins?" Batting your eyelashes at him, you move closer.

"Well, I can certainly think of one or two," he says, moving one hand to the nape of your neck, stroking your skin.

"Well, give me their numbers and I'll mmmph!" Your reply is muffled as he presses his lips onto yours.

His touch is electric, the feel of his lips on yours heated. It's more than you could have ever dreamt, the passion of the kiss is something you've never experienced before.

You press your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. Eddie's hand holds you by the hip, fingers pressing into your sides, rings warming against your hot skin. You need to feel him closer so you move to straddle him, but in your eagerness you manage to push him onto his back. Leaning into him, legs either side of his hips, never breaking the kiss. You caress his chest with one hand, the other moving to grab him by the waist, as if he could get any closer without being inside you.

Both of your breathing becomes laboured, desperate. You break the kiss, panting at each other. Eddie's face is a picture, he looks like he's in heaven. A stupid grin is plastered across his features.

"So I've wanted to do that since forever." He beams at you, hand moving to cup your jaw.

"Why didn't you?" You frown at him.

"I dunno, I just thought you weren't interested in me like that."

You look down at him, gesturing to how you were straddling him. "Well, I mean, you're okay I suppose..." you tease him.

Eddie thrusts up with his hips, rubbing against your clothed pussy. You feel he is hard, almost busting through his jeans, and you whimper.

"Seems I'm a bit more than okay pretty girl." Eddie smirks at you.

"Shut up Eddie." The teasing that was a daily occurrence between the two of you puts you at ease. You hold him by the shoulders, and grind your core over his hardened cock, back and forth. Eddie groans low in his throat, his eyes rolling back.

"Jesus Christ, shutting up." You laugh at him, and reach to pull your top over your head, exposing your red cotton bra. It's just plain, soft cups with the tiniest bow on the front. Eddie gazes at your chest as if it were clad in the finest lingerie. You continue to rock against him, feeling your own pleasure mount up.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart" he says but there's no malice in it, just pure admiration. You smirk at him and start planting kisses on his chest, fingers feathering their way to his belt. You undo it and his jeans, yanking them down to his knees, and continue leaving hot, open mouthed kisses to his stomach. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his boxers and you look up at him for confirmation. Eddie stares at you open mouthed for a second, then nods frantically. You smile back at him and bite your lip, pulling his underwear down slowly.

His member springs out to greet you, bigger than average but what really surprised you was the girth of it. You couldn't help but feel your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation. Licking a pointed stripe from the base to the tip, you massage his balls with your hand. Eddie's head rolled back, his eyes scrunched shut. Lowering your mouth onto the tip, you swirl your tongue around it, licking up his pre cum. Eddie's groan was borderline pornographic. You look up at him and slowly take him into your mouth, using your hands for what didn't fit. Bobbing up and down on his length, you use your tongue to massage him. You'd wanted to feel his dick on your tongue for so long, this almost didn't feel real. There was something about being in control of Eddie's pleasure that made you feel extremely powerful. You could feel his cock twitching already, Eddie was practically whimpering. You could tell he was close.

"Baby girl, shit, I can't take much more, I'm gonna-"

You pull away with a wet pop, Eddie whimpering at the loss of your mouth.

"Baby girl please please." Eddie looks a mess, his face is red, his breathing coming out in heavy pants, trying to grab at your arm, side, anything he could reach.

"Patience baby", your voice dripping honey.

You fling your sweats off and move up him, straddling him in your underwear. Not letting him enter you. Not yet. You were enjoying dominating him.

You start to grind down on his length again, making Eddie whine.

"Please-" Eddie looks at you, breathless and pouting.

"No." You smirk at him. Eddie gasps and looks at you in surprise. You continue to rub  your wet heat against him, "I was thinking about this earlier, wanted to find out what it felt like," grinning, grinding your cunt against his rock hard dick, feeling your slick drench your underwear and him.

Eddie's falling apart in front of your eyes. You unclasp your bra, letting it fall. Eddie's eyes widen and he whimpers, thrusting against you. You let out a moan.

"Touch me Eddie." He wastes no time in grabbing at your chest, smoothing rough fingertips over your hardened nipples. You feel a familiar sensation, a burning in your stomach and chest, desire building and building, setting your insides ablaze.

You increase your pace, rubbing back and forth, your wetness soaking Eddie, making him a slippery mess. You feel him twitch under you, fingers pinching your nipples almost painfully and it sends you over the edge. You cry out his name, your hands in your hair, still riding him, extending the outrageous feeling.

Eddie's hands suddenly grasp your hips, hard. You open your eyes and look down just as his scrunch shut. He comes then, violently with an exaggerated moan. His own release pebbles his stomach, your stomach, even a smattering reaches his chest. You look down at him as you come down from your respective highs, and you both start laughing.

"Well, I've never come like that before." Eddie's stroking your sides, gazing at you in disbelief.

You laugh, and get up off him, readjusting your underwear. You go to the bathroom to clean yourself off, and return with a dampened wash cloth. You kneel beside him, wash cloth hovering over him.

"You gonna help me or just stare baby girl" he smirked, poking you in the ribs, his other hand gesturing to the mess on his stomach.

"Hey, just admiring my masterpiece. Have to take a picture next time." You watch as Eddie's mouth springs open, his face turning purple. You simply hum and wipe him down, passing him the cloth to get anything you missed.

"Holy shit, I was right. You are literally every guys wet dream. Fuck. You're a-a pervert!" He points at you dramatically.

Laughing loud at that, you flop down next to him. He turns on his side and strokes your face, moving a couple of stray hairs.

Feeling self conscious for a moment, you look at him, cheeks flushed slightly.

"You don't mind then?"

"Mind? Mind?? I think I won the lottery." He beams at you and brings you in for a kiss.

"So you wont mind what I meant, when I said I thought about that earlier?" You're testing him, seeing if this could actually work. And you want to see the look on his face.

"Oh please for all that is good tell me." He practically pants at you.

You giggle, "well when you dropped me off I had some time to fill, so I might have touched myself thinking of you."

The groan that escapes Eddie's lips travels straight to your core. He envelopes you in a fiery kiss.

"Jesus baby girl, fuck!" He rubs your back, one hand snaking into your hair, pulling it. "In my bed?" You nod. "So yeah I'm hard again."

You laugh, "looks like you weren't kidding when you thought you could keep up with me," you smile smugly at him.

He pushes you onto your back in response and starts to nip and lick at your neck, leaving opened mouthed kisses in his wake.

"Oh I can keep up with you baby girl, trust me."

Then he's mounting you, the tip of his cock begging for entry.

"Someone's eager, have you got protection?"  You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Yes, God yes, please baby please." His eyes dart to his bedside table.

You push at him, smiling, teasing him, "so you're all confident until you have any pressure at all, I see. Lay back then baby."

He immediately lies on his back, quiet and unassuming, holding his cock by the base. He looks painfully hard but he's not moving a muscle, looking at you for your say so. You feel immensely powerful, gazing at him in such compliant position.

You reach to the drawer at his bedside, rummaging through.

"Oh, what do we have here?" You exclaim, pulling out a dirty magazine, folded to the centre. You cant help but notice the model's hair is just like yours.

"Hmm, she's hot I'll give you that. Kinda looks a little like me eh?" You wink at him mischievously.

He blushes crimson at you in reply.

"I, I suppose I have a type?" He shrugs, face red as a beetroot.

You can help but laugh, "I'm just flattered baby." And then you find his condoms. You pull one out and rip it from its packaging using your teeth.

"So, you gonna be a good boy?" You question, it almost being a joke but you receive a very certain "yes ma'am!" As a response.

You cant help but chuckle, "oh, so the dungeon master wants someone in control, I see how it is," and you grab the base of his painfully hard member.

"Please...' Eddie nearly drools out of the side of his mouth in response.

"Hmmm its good to hear you beg. Well I suppose I'll humour you. For now," you smirk out the corner of your mouth. You roll the condom onto his hard cock. He hisses at the friction. You line him up to your entrance, straddling him.

As you slowly lower yourself onto his hardness, he cries out at the sensation. You see his eyes screwed shut in response, his cheeks flushed pink. You already feel obsessed by the look of him as he entered you. You want to record this forever, the moment you finally got to take your crush. The moment you realised you could completely take control of him; everything you'd ever dreamed of. He's compliant, melting to your touch. You take him into your cunt until you're sitting on him fully. He's buried in you to the hilt, stretching you. Its bordering on pain given his size, but delicious in itself. It's a good pain.

You hold him by the waist, almost possessively. Searching his eyes as he meets your gaze, you see tears gathering at the edges of his eyes, flustered and fucked out already. The look on his eyes is pleading, almost praying.

"Mother of God, fuck...."

"I thought we settled on ma'am?"

"No.... definitely seeing God... baby..." it's a shadow of Eddie's usual humour.

You giggle at him, a sound seemingly innocent, considering Eddie is buried deep inside your pussy. You start to slowly move against him, bouncing up and down on his length, grinding against him every so often. Eddie's eyes roll back, he grabs you firmly by the hips, rocking you back and forth. You take a deliberate, pounding pace against him and feel your release begin to build again.

Eddie is babbling, passionately holding you as tight as he can.

"Jesus, baby girl, you feel so tight and warm, fuck."

Eddie's words of encouragement and blissed out face spur you on. You take him harder, faster, gripping onto him with your fingertips. Every thrust bringing you to ecstasy. You can feel him through every fibre of your being, deep within your core. You cry out in pleasure, the feeling of Eddie in every nerve. Moaning and writhing above him, you know you're about to cum, your walls flexing around him, squeezing his length. Eddie whimpers and you practically scream, your pleasure coming to a head, the feeling pulsating through your every limb, taking over control. Your body rocks in absolute rapture. You shake and stroke his sides as you come down.

"Fuck, Eddie, oh my God." You quiver above him, legs shaking.

"Baby, please can I get on top of you. Please." He looks up at you, wide eyes beseeching you. How could you say no to that face?

"Go on, whatever you want." You remember his reaction from earlier, " you've been such a good boy."

Eddie practically growls at that, flipping you onto your back.

He finds your entrance, slipping back into you deeply with a groan. You pull one leg over his shoulder, the other hitched around his waist and see his eyes roll back. He thrusts into you, deep and slow, planting open mouthed kisses onto your calf.

You stare at his face, one hand cupping his jaw. He's pink tinged, sweating, wild eyed.

"Hey, Eddie, baby, look at me. You're being such a good boy, taking me, using me so well baby."

"Fuck yes" Eddie breathes, his eyes now fixated with yours, grounding him. "Thank you thank you thank you." He chants as his thrusts get faster and sloppier. He grabs onto your hips, plunging as hard into you as he can, and you feel a mounting desire burning in the depths of your stomach.

"Eddie yes fucking me so well, oh God baby, I'm gonna cum so hard." Your words of encouragement send him over the edge; with a stutter and a high pitched moan he comes, shaking and gripping you tight. He continues to thrust in you though, looking at your face, brow furrowed. It must feel too much but he wants, needs you to come again. You grab him by the ass and push him into you as far as he will go, arching your back, releasing a toe curling moan as you orgasm.

You both try and slow your breathing as you move your leg from his shoulder, still quivering.

"Jesus Christ, baby girl that was... wow" Eddie chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah? That good huh?" You smiled up at him, stroking a stray hair from his face.

"I just... if I knew you were gonna be so..."

"So what?" You frown at him.

"So... in charge! I mean, fuck that was... wow." He grinned at you, and you see your Eddie again. He rolls off you and disposes of the condom.

"What would you have done?" You smile at him, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself up.

"Well, probably just thought about it a whole lot until you made a move." You laugh at that.

"Eddie that's what happened."

"Hmmm, impeccable logic. Still, you had no right keeping this to yourself."

You laugh and throw a pillow at him. He pretends its heavy and it knocks him to the bed. He wiggles underneath it, seemingly pinned. You crawl over to him, moving the pillow, and cage him in with your arms.

"So, I'll roll, you put the movie on, and then round three yeah?" You tilt your head with the question.

"Fuck baby girl you really are gonna be the death of me. But what a way to go!"

#ms gexy writes #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fan fic #stranger things fan fiction #eddie fan fic #eddie munson fan fic #sub!eddie #sub!eddie munson #eddie munson #dom!reader #sub!eddie munson x reader

[gyusimp]

I’d like to request Gyutaro and fem reader having a disagreement so they play a game doing the 69 position and whoever cums first wins

°•Competing with Gyutaro (Nsfw)•°

Thanks for this request, hope u like it, it's a little short but it unblocked me and I had a lot of fun!

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW| Smut | 69 | Minors PLS DNI!! | Modern AU

Today was Sunday afternoon, outside the sky was covered in clouds and it seemed like it could rain at any moment, you and your boyfriend were alone in your apartment so since both of you felt brave enough to cook dinner or something so you simply decided to suggest watching a movie or a series together, to which Gyutaro gladly agreed. You two went to your room and got on the bed to turn on the television and enter one of the series platforms.

Gyutaro took the remote control and, together with you, navigated through the entire repertoire of series and movies. It was quite an extensive catalogue, from comedy and horror to romance, action and documentaries. A few days ago you saw a summary of a romantic comedy on social media so you suggested that movie to watch together while Gyutaro suggested an action trilogy, bloody and exciting. You didn't dislike these types of movies, but you didn't feel like watching them at this exact moment, your eye was on that romantic comedy and you wanted to give it a chance.

"I'm not gonna watch that thing, I'll end up asleep within the first 15 minutes." Gyutaro told you, with reluctance in his voice.

"Well, I don't want to hear gunshots every 5 seconds and see guys running on roofs either, not now at least."

The two of you continued debating on which movie to watch, it was taking you longer to look for one than it did to watch a movie, it would even be close to dusk. Neither of you two got a second choice to propose, so the only two candidates were the films you had chosen from the beginning.

"Well, we have no choice..." You said, placing one of your hands behind your back, looking at your boyfriend squarely. "Rock, paper..."

"Wait a second." Gyutaro said, to which you listened to what he had to say. "What if we better play another game to decide?" His smile was unpredictable, bold and malicious.

"Sure, that's what I was about to do."

"No, not that kid shit. How about we do this: let's do a quicky 69, and whoever cums first will be the winner."

His idea surprised you, you were not horny at the moment and Gyutaro was usually very easy to get aroused so both things were a disadvantage for you at the moment, you thought about the game for a few minutes while planning how to obtain a sure victory so you ended up accessing.

"Ok, I accept!"

Gyutaro began to take off his clothes just like you, you undressed easier since you were only wearing a bra, panties and a long, loose t-shirt, you got rid of all your clothes until you were completely naked just like him. Gyutaro laid down on your bed and then patted his lap for you to climb on top of him.

"Make yourself comfortable, honey." He invited you, his voice deep and provocative.

You straddled Gyutaro, placing one leg on either side of him but with your back to him, you positioned yourself so that his wet cock was in front of your face, your breasts were crushed on his abdomen and you could sit almost on his face. Gyutaro's view was perfect, he could admire on his face your thighs hugging his sides, your butt on his chest and your small pussy half open in front of him, making him spank you on impulse, making you moan. The idea of this game was to make your opponent feel the slightest pleasure to prevent him from cum but still make a little effort since it was against the rules to stay completely still.

"Ok, go ahead doll. Start sucking" Gyutaro said.

Chills passed through your entire spine when after hearing him speak, you felt a wet and hot sensation on your slit making you moan, it was Gyutaro's tongue running through your folds, sliding between your lips. You couldn't stand by and do nothing or Gyutaro would automatically win, so you turned your gaze forward and found his cock in front of you. You took it between your fingers and began tracing small lines with your tongue over his slit at the tip, causing Gyutaro to move his hips as he sucked on your pussy and thighs. You had to do whatever it took on their own to cum as soon as possible, so you settled yourself better on top of Gyutaro and spread your legs wider, opening your cunt better so that Gyutaro's tongue had better access. You began to move your hips on top of him, slow, circular movements to make your clit slide out of your folds and rub against Gyutaro's mouth as you slid your hand down his length again and again. You could feel your core wet and throbbing just like Gyutaro's cock in your hand. You decided it was time to take him out of your mouth and instead began sucking on his balls and leaving wet kisses along his length and both thighs. Gyutaro's moans told you that you were doing an excellent job, even if he didn't tell you in words. You continued to move your hips on top of him, wanting your orgasm badly but you didn't feel wet enough yet. You saw Gyutaro's tip in your hand, dripping with precum so your instinct led you to immediately lick it before he noticed, you looked at his face again but he was drunk enough with lust between your legs to notice that his liquid was appearing. Gyutaro took his tongue out of your hole and decided to thrust one of his fingers in, making you arch your back along with a loud moan.

Wet sounds could be heard every time he arched his finger inside you, stretching you and you sucking on it to clench around him. You wanted to keep your moans hidden as much as possible so as not to let him see how good he was making you feel and suddenly stop so you took his length in your hands again and took it almost completely into your mouth to start sucking him while you accelerated the movement in your hips. You felt on your lips how Gyutaro contracted and his moans became louder which meant that he could cum at any moment so your hips went faster and faster making his finger start to get wetter inside you. You felt a couple of gags in your throat and your mouth became wet, drooling down the sides tasting Gyutaro's precum giving you the idea that he would be the winner until due to your rough movements on his face and your clit rubbing against him, you had to take it out of your mouth to scream with pleasure and feel how all the discharge of your orgasm came out of your body and seconds later that of Gyutaro. Gyutaro approached you and took care of separating your lips with his fingers and eating you whole until the last drop, leaving you with a slippery, wet and hot sensation between your pussy and your legs, sliding down to your butt. Now you were the winner.

"Well...we'll see what I want, okay?" You said, feeling victorious.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #gyutaro smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[girls4liyah]

welcome to my world ︴ning yi zhuo

ning yi zhuo x female reader ⬳ pair.

ningning gets dared to visit a cemetery, but she doesn’t expect to find a scary, horny demon with a penchant for getting into trouble there. she doesn’t expect to fuck you, either. ⬳ sum.

noncon to dubcon, demon!reader, dom!reader, human!ningning, mentions of murder, intoxicated ningning (this is mentioned once and never brought up again), cheating, anal sex, tentacle sex, none of this is ethical behavior ⬳ content.

3k ⬳ wc.

“And one more thing,” Yeji starts, throwing you a strict look. 

You groan, throwing your hands up in irritation, “I know, I know. Don’t get into trouble. You do not have to give the monologue again.”

“Do you know? Maybe I should give it again, y’know, for safe measure,” Yeji huffs, arms folded. Her yellow eyes are glowing in exasperation as the memory of the last time you went off-script unfolds behind them. “The last time we let you meander outside the underworld, you killed a human.”

“So? People die all the time.”

“You bit her. With your teeth. Injected venom into her bloodstream.”

“I’m still not seeing the issue.”

“We have unique teeth and venom from, say, earthly beings,” Yeji snaps, “People will get suspicious. You’re lucky we have connections or your ass would be hot. Literally.”

You throw her a wry smile. So maybe you got a little carried once or twice. Possibly five times. No big deal. At worst, all those humans would just start to believe in vampires. It’s not like they could prove random pretty girls were being targeted by horny demons. 

Humans don’t know anything about demons at all. There’s so much more to you than evil red horns and sinister faces. You live in a society with other demons and you’re much more familiar to humans than they believe.

“Relax,” you chirp in a way that has Yeji running her hands through her hair, frustrated. When you say it like that, she can’t help but not relax. “I’ll be an angel.”

Yeji visibly recoils at that word. Not the word itself, maybe, just the fact that it leaves your mouth of all people. “Just get out of my sight. I can’t save you if Hyungwon finds out you killed another girl.”

You scoff, “What’s he gonna do? Kill me? I’m already dead, babe.”

“Don’t press your luck,” a masculine voice says in a clipped tone from behind you.

You turn, spotting Hyungwon, grim as always. You’d say it would kill this guy to smile, but he, too, is already very dead. “Hyungwon!” you sing, “The man of the hour and just the guy I wanted to see—”

“Save it,” Hyungwon spits, having none of your acts, “You have twenty-four hours. If you’re not back by then, I revoke your privileges for a year. If you kill another human, I revoke your privileges for a year. Am I clear?”

You bite your lip to fight an irritated scowl, not one to be bossed around, but you suck it up. “Crystal, sir.”

Ningning waves the flashlight around loosely. It’s pretty thick; heavy, makes her wrist hurt. But it was big and she was surrounded by nothing but pitch black darkness and dead people who were probably a mere heap of bones by now. 

She hates her friends. All of them. She hates Karina for suggesting they play truth or dare. She hates Giselle for daring her to go to a creepy, dark cemetery after the sun has already set and she can’t even see the clouds. She hates Winter for not agreeing to come with her, letting her wander all alone.  

You won’t be alone, she said. You’ll have a handy-dandy flashlight, she said. 

On the bright side, despite the fact that Ningning can hardly see anything at all, the cemetery doesn’t look like something completely out of a horror movie. It’s not foggy out and the moon isn’t full. It’s not cold and the trees are thick with leaves that she’s sure are green. Instead, there are no stars and the moon is concealed by dark shrouds of mass. 

Which might be a little worse. 

Just an hour. She only has to withstand this torment for an hour and she can go back to Winter’s apartment—maybe without any severe trauma, she hopes. Checking her watch, the one her boyfriend got her last year for her birthday, she notes that she’s been here a grand total of five fucking minutes. 

I’m not gonna make it, Ningning tells herself, losing all hope within the first few minutes. I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it—

She hears a rustle, immediately turning on the balls of her feet, and lets out a tiny, shocked squeak. She waves the flashlight around but sees nothing. Because why the fuck would anyone be in a cemetery at three in the fucking morning? Hell, she shouldn’t even be here her damn self. 

It’s probably just some random critter, like a squirrel or whatever the hell else roams around at night. Maybe it’s a bird. Are they nocturnal? Ningning doesn’t really know. Bless her heart. 

She doesn’t even know why she agreed to this. She could have easily said no, though of course they would have made her down an entire bottle of disgusting beer and she’s already had three—so it’s even worse that she’s intoxicated in the middle of nowhere by herself, but it’s not like anyone in their right mind would be here. 

There’s another sound. Ningning turns again, shrilly shrieking out in terror, but when she tries to use the stupid flashlight it only flickers before rendering itself entirely useless. “Fuck,” she groans, throwing the flashlight. 

“Ow, shit!”

Ningning startles when she hears a string of profanities, because she’s not the one to say them. She can’t see at all now, but just the knowledge of someone being there alone has her shuddering. 

“Who’s there?” she asks, glancing around, trying to find the source of the noise, but she doesn’t really know where she is.

Suddenly, the flashlight flickers back on, but she’s not the one holding it. The light is shining at her. “You forgot to turn it on, dear. See, like this,” you demonstrate, “On, off. On, off. On—”

“I’m not stupid,” Ningning hisses, crossing her arms. 

You snicker, coming into view, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Ningning stills when she sees you, actually sees you. She sees your completely black eyes, lacking any color at all. She sees your long braids. She sees your horns protruding out of your head. She sees the lines on your skin that look like vines almost, and it chills her to the bare bone. 

She steps back, eyes widening, “What are you?”

“Nothing important,” you mumble, focusing on your prize. She’s got to be the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen — human or not. She has the prettiest round eyes, the sweetest quivering lips. You’ve been observing her in half amusement, half curiosity for the past ten minutes, and you have no clue why this random human girl is wandering around a cemetery in short, tight pajamas, but you won’t get caught complaining. 

Your tongue passes your teeth, and Ningning sees your eyes shoot pink with hunger. It frightens her. 

Ningning tries to run, but one of your braids fly out to grab her, pulling her back to you. She glances at you, cheeks wet with fresh tears and she frantically begs, “No, no, no. Please let me go.”

Had Hyungwon and Yeji not gotten on your last nerve earlier, you might’ve showed her some mercy — no you wouldn’t have, but having them to blame your urges on makes you feel better — but you’re just so angry, and she looks like the perfect way to blow off some steam. 

Swiping a tear out of her eye with your thumb, scalding hot skin and sharp talons gently brushing against her cheek in a way that makes her tense, you coo adoringly, “What’s your name, pretty?”

“Ningning,” she sniffles softly. 

Even her name is cute. You’re going to have a fun time with this one. 

Setting her on the dirt, watching her trying to get away again, you chuckle at her naivety and restrain her with the rest of your brains without moving a finger. You lower yourself to her body, ignoring how she squirms and pleas for help. Your attention is drawn to how the tight tee hugs her breast and you poke a hole into the shirt with your claws, stretching it until her tits pop out. 

“Stop!” Ningning cries. “I have a boyfriend!” 

“That’s cute. Don’t worry, I’ll send you back to him in good shape,” you whisper carelessly. Then your head tilts in thought, wondering if you can keep that promise. “Probably.”

Your uncertainty doesn’t console Ningning in the slightest, but she has to admit, it’s a little hot that you’re a… whatever you are. She’s never seen anything like you. She’s scared to death, but also a little turned on. 

Her tits are so soft, you realize while fondling them. When your fingers pinch her nipples, she accidentally moans, and she would cover her mouth if she wasn’t fully restrained by your braids. If she wasn’t powerless. 

She wonders why your hands are so warm, it feels like you’re burning her skin whenever you touch her. You wonder why you didn’t spot a find like her on your past visits to earth, but it’s probably a good thing. You, though not on purpose, would have killed her. She’s too perfect to die. 

Thinking about the girls you happened to have killed makes you remember why you’re so angry in the first place and you start to get irritated. It’s not your fault if you lose control sometimes when you’re fucking these girls. Fuck, not when they look so pretty, with their scared eyes and cute faces. Not when they taste so good and they’re so tight—now you can’t help but think of how Ningning tastes and how small her pussy must be. 

Ningning moves to her hands and knees but not on her own accord, but because your braids move her. “What are you doing?” She asks innocently.

“Don’t worry, Ningning,” you say, grinning cheekily. “It’ll feel so good.”

Ningning gasps when you rip her tiny shorts off, then her panties, and you find it so cute that they’re so wet, sticking to her cunt. Before you ripped them to shreds, at least. Ningning, against her better judgment, gets excited at the thought of you fucking her, wiggling her ass a little.

You growl, a sound that makes Ningning giggle, although a little terrifying. She’s oblivious, though, when you grope her cunt and damp your palm with her wetness, just moaning at the feeling of being toyed with. She’s oblivious when you spread her juices all over her ass. She’s oblivious when you slide down your pants, freeing a tentacle from your underwear. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” you warn while sinking to your knees, which is nice enough, although you’re feeling anything but. 

Ningning’s visibly anticipating it, her pussy still leaking with all her wet fluids. So much for her having a boyfriend. To be fair, though, the poor guy wouldn’t believe you if you told him that his sweet girlfriend was slutting herself out to a demon — in a cemetery, no less. So, really, there’s no point in confessing to the act. 

She’s disturbed when she feels it, the slick rod slithering around her rim, confused as it dips inside her ass and not her pussy. She gasps, but you don’t have the patience to stop, impaling her on your long tentacle, fitting as much as you can in one swift go. It’s too long for her pussy, especially as tiny and frankly tight as it is. 

Conflicted, Ningning stills in shock. She doesn’t know whether or not she should ask you what the hell that is inside her, or tell you that you’re in the wrong hole. She writhes, seeming to forget that there’s nowhere to go, trapped by every inch of you as you force her into a cage of yourself. 

“Where you going, pretty?” You ask, laughing at her desperation. You like that nickname on her. It’s fitting. 

“Wrong hole,” she exhales with half a breath, like you knocked the wind out of her. “No, pull out! Wrong—”

“Right,” you hiss, already drawing yourself in and out of her, face twisting. “It’s the right hole, baby.”

Tears prick Ningning’s eyes as you fuck her unprepared ass, her hand slipping out of the dirt as she reaches behind herself to make you quit it, but her arm is grabbed again by one of your braids that obey your every command like little serving serpents. 

“B-but,” she stammers, evidently worried. “I’ve never… I’ve never been fucked there before.”

Something about that just lights up the biggest spark in you. “Never?”

Ningning shakes her head, and you wish you could see her eyes, knowing that they’re so round with innocent twinkles. 

“Fuck,” you hiss loudly, but it’s not really an issue. What, are you gonna wake up the dead? “Guess I’ll have to break you in, huh? Send you back home with a couple of pointers for your boyfriend.”

Ningning only blinks at the mention of her boyfriend that she’d seemingly been so loyal to only moments ago, and she seems to remember for the first time in a minute that she’s vowed to a commitment, but it’s forgotten in the same instant as she feels you press inside her fleshy ass and her head tips back, a sweet-sounding, light noise filling your ears. 

Her ass is so pretty and tight, and it’s all that you can think about. It’s such a shame that her boyfriend’s never fucked her there, but not for you. Matter of fact, you love that you’re her first. You love that no one’s ever felt what you’re feeling right now, like it’s something especially reserved for you. 

You don’t want to send her back to her boyfriend, really. You want to keep her with you like a pet, take her to the underworld and fuck her holes whenever you please. Yeji and Hyungwon would never approve, though — guardians of the underworld and all — and somehow that only upsets you even more, fucking her sloppy holes rougher. 

She arches her back, and it’s the prettiest arch, too. The prettiest arch you’ve ever seen. You hiss, slapping your palm against her ass. Ningning cries out, and you’ve heard that blend of pleasure and pain before, recognize it as something all too familiar. It comes with the territory. 

You ease up, letting your braids slacken, knowing she won’t try to get away from you anymore. Not with the sinful sounds that sound like music to your ears and how she lets you use her ass, lets you have your way with her entirely, like every rational thought has been fucked out of her fuzzy brain and the idea of preserving herself for survival doesn’t even occur to her anymore. 

Instead she’s more focused on being such a slut, reaching behind herself again, not to stop you, but to spread her ass for you. The sight is something out of your dreams, you’ve never been more thankful for your excellent vision. That’s when you know she has you, and from her giggles, she knows it too. 

“You’re such a nasty little thing,” you chide, smacking her ass again. She whimpers, her soaked pussy tightening around nothing. “Spreading yourself for a demon?”

Finally able to put a name to the monster she’s exposed to, corrupting her. You’re so deep inside her, as deep as you can go, because if you could go any deeper without hurting her too much, you would. She knows that you have more to offer — she accidentally felt your slippery, slick tentacle when she reached behind her back. It’s raw and slimy, gushing inside her ass. She loves it so much now, babbling about how full she feels.

“Yeji and Hyungwon don’t know what they’re talking about,” you rant mindlessly, not caring that you’re exposing your world. Ningning can tell that you’re upset from the tone you ramble in, she could tell from the pace you fuck her with. “I can protect you. Other demons would only destroy your precious soul in minutes, I would take care of you. I’d never let anything take you.”

Ningning’s not sure what you’re going on about, but she’s gone too dumb to care, just agreeing, “Uh huh, y-yeah. Please.”

“Shit,” you curse, because she’s so much, but not enough. You extend another four tentacles that Ningning didn’t even know you had, stuffing two up her soaked pussy and forcing one inside her mouth. The other one joins the one in her ass, because they’re not too thick for her to take, too thin.

Ningning’s noises are muffled against your tentacle, but if she could, she would go on and on about how full she is. She thought she was full before, but that was nothing compared to now, how over occupied she is. You’ve filled all her holes and she feels like she’s floating. It hurts, but it doesn’t. There’s something so mysterious about it. Something so enigmatic that she’ll never understand. 

You desperately want to bite her, but for once in your life, you try to have some control. She can’t die. Not after you just went on your whole spill about how you would protect her, and you weren’t just saying words, you really, really do want to keep her safe. Even if it means from yourself. Yeji would be proud — if you left out all the other details of this tryst. 

In fact, there’s only one real reason why she’s less strict than Hyungwon.

Ningning gets the most surreal feeling and it’s not just the knot in her gut, growing with every thrust. She’s getting off to being fucked not just by some stranger, but by something she thought she’d only see in her dreams. A demon with horns and slimy tentacles that stroke her in all of the right places. Her pussy is gushing around you, her tongue is warm and flat, and her ass is so tight and small.

No human has ever gotten her this aroused. She’s dripping onto you and it’s borderline embarrassing, because all she can think about is the fact that you’re a demon using her holes. Fuck, she doesn’t know why, but that thought alone is making quick work of her. 

She shoves gently at the tentacle occupying her mouth, because she doesn’t want to hurt you, and asks sweetly with a hoarse throat, “W-what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you whisper. 

And she almost screams it. The last push hits, the waves come in, and everything breaks loose, and she cries your name in between a string of expletives as her pussy spasms around your tentacles in orgasm. It’s the most intense one she’s ever had, making her whole body quiver and the world around her reel as she starts to feel lightheaded. 

You’re not finished, though. She notices that immediately. It drives her mad, the overstimulation. She’s so sensitive that she thinks she can’t handle it, whining, “Too much—”

“Take it,” you order sharply. 

“I can’t.”

The tentacle is back in her mouth in a matter of seconds to shut her up, your braids back to restraining her as she attempts to sneak away, but you won’t let her go. Not before you’re finished with her, done using her. Ningning’s not used to this. Not used to the stretch, not used to pleasure to this extent, not used to the overstimulation. She just feels like a set of holes for you to fuck. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty,” you convince her. “You can take it for me. It’s what you were meant to do.”

Ningning hums, bobbing her head around you as she sucks you off greedily. Gobbling is a better word. It keeps her attention while your thumb massages her ass, and she grinds her ass back against you, too. The most inconsistent girl in the world. 

She’s like a rot, corrupting you from head to toe. It makes you burn, makes you wish you could fuck her forever, because you would. She’s perfect, and you don’t throw that word around loosely. She’s making you lose your grip in a different way than any other mortal has, in a way that’s probably dangerous, too, but you can’t be bothered to care. 

Thoughts of keeping her consume you alive. That’s all it really takes for you to blow your load, a couple more slams before you halt entirely, moaning her name too loudly. “Shit, Ningning—”

She moans, too, you feel it around one of your tentacles. It fills her everywhere — sticky, gooey cum, seeping into her ass and her pussy and her mouth. Ningning tries to swallow all of your cum, but it’s too much, dripping down her chin messily. It’s why she doesn’t feel empty when you at last pull out of her holes, because this icky substance is keeping her nice and full. 

“Oh my god,” Ningning whispers. She’s ironically never felt more alive. “That was so…” Perfect. 

Her chest heaves, her entire body drenched in sweat and slime and goo. It’s nasty, she feels nasty, but she likes it, too. She doesn’t think of how she’ll get back to Winter’s apartment when she looks the way she looks and her clothes are nonexistent. Thanks to you. 

Then it hits you, after climaxing. It wouldn’t matter, really, if Hyungwon banned you from visiting earth, if you snuck Ningning to the underworld. 

Your world. 

“C’mon, pretty,” you say with a coquettish grin, helping her stand. “I just had a bad idea.”

#ningning smut #ning yizhuo smut #aespa smut #aespa imagines

[outofboundsarchives]

virgin charlie walker has me in a chokehold

OH MY GOD. This one completely got away from me and turned into just absolute filth. Thank you for the inspo Anon!

(As always my requests are open. I do both sexes, any gender, with any Rory Culkin characters)

/Fem reader/

•Charlie wouldn't say he was a virgin by choice. There was just a lack of desire to lose it. He didn't see the point in pursuing someone just for sex so he left it at that.

•Don't get him wrong, that didn't mean he doesn't want to. He was horny all the damn time. But he sort of got used to it, being pent up all day and then jerking off until he came 2-3 times that night.

•He never sought anyone out for their sex appeal. He didn't care what anyone really looked like in the porn he watched or looked at anyone with lust or need.

•Until you.

•It was one of those unpredictably hot autumn days. The ones where the mornings are so cold you can feel it in your bones, but the afternoons are sticky, and you want to peel your skin off.

•You knew it was going to get humid when you excitedly dug your favorite knit sweater out from your closet, but you couldn't resist. Halloween was so close, and you were ready for that fun, cozy feeling.

•But as the day crept on, you regretted your decision. By the time you made it to after school cinema club (one of the few classrooms without AC) you couldn't take it anymore and decided since school was over, there was no harm in you just wearing a tank top.

•You felt the instant relief of chills over your sweaty skin. You felt like you had been suffocating all day and could finally breathe. You let out a satisfied sigh through your nose and continued to listen to Robbie talk about finale girl syndrome or whatever he was on about.

•But Charlie felt anything but relief, his hands twitched as they gripped the edge of the teachers desk he leaned against. He crossed one leg in front of the other, his cock growing hard against his jeans as he stood in front of his peers. Your cleavage on full display as you rested your chest against the table.

•He couldn't focus, his mind overcome with images of your nipple rolling between his pointer finger and thumb. He imagined the sharp gasp you'd take before he pressed your soft tits together and slide his lubed cock between them.

•He thought about how hot your skin would feel, how your mouth would drop open as he came across your chest, smearing his dick against your breasts while beads of cum dripped down you.

•It didn't take long for him to become obsessed with you. Following you around, using every excuse to talk to you. Watching you get ready for bed.

•With your constant interaction, eventually, you two developed a friendship, and before you knew it, you fell hard for the outgoing nerd. Little by little, you tried making your attraction for him obvious, but he never reciprocated.

•One night, you decided to invite him over for a movie night. It was just before Halloween, and you were tired of dropping hints that he wasn't picking up.

•Charlie of course, said yes, jumping at the opportunity to watch his favorite horror movies. The fact that it was with the girl he couldn't stop fantasizing about made it all the better.

•You had seen Stab a million times, but you were still captivated by Charlie's excitement and little facts he'd spew.

•But you were starting to get restless. You weren't even at the halfway point before you decided to place your hand on his upper thigh. You could feel his body tense next to yours, but you kept going when he didn't push your hand away.

•As your palm brushed over his clothed groin, you feel his dick pulse, already painfully hard against your hand.

•"A-ahh fuck..." He whispered as his eyes closed and his head fell against the back of the couch. You watch as his palms open and squeeze shut, desperately trying to keep himself from thrusting up into your hand.

•"You're so hard, Charlie," you say in a mocking tone, teasing him as you continue to touch him. His hips squirm beneath your grasp, needy for more friction.

•"Yeah, yeah I...fuck I'm sorry," He groans before pulling his plush bottom lip between his teeth. You giggle at his apology, soaking in his reaction.

•"Would you like some help?" You ask with a smirk. Charlie is only able to look at you with a slightly confused look before you're leaning over his lap, pulling at his belt before opening the front of his jeans.

•You hear him take a deep breath as his cock pushes against his underwear, the tip turning the light gray fabric a darker hue. You pull back the waist band to reveal his leaking tip. Before he has time to even process what you're doing, your lips are wrapping around him.

•Charlie jolts with a choked breath. He didn't expect your mouth to feel so warm. His hands instantly pull your hair out of your face so he can watch as you sink down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper.

•His hips lift off the couch slightly to meet the back of your throat before he mutters a quick "sorry" and tries to keep his body still.

•His chest falls quickly with each breath he takes, your cheeks hollowing out around him as your tongue pushes against the bottom of his cock. He looks down at you with fascination as he watches you move up and down.

•Charlie let's out a stuttered groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his head before you take him deeper into your throat again.

•"f-fuck!" He moans through clenched teeth. His free hand runs through his own hair, gripping at his scalp tightly. He wished he wasn't so sensitive, wished he had more experience, so that familiar knot in his stomach wasn't approaching as fast, but it was.

•His hips start to push into your mouth again, his tip hitting the back of your throat and then some. You slowed the bobbing of your neck as he pushed past your lips. He chases the rhythm you created and starts to thrust a bit quicker.

•Both of his hands slide through your hair as he holds your head in place as he fucks himself into your mouth.

•He tilts his head, watching as your lips slide up and down his cock, your tits almost spilling out of your shirt as they squish against his thigh. The sight drives him insane, his breath quickening as he feels his release.

•"Wait...wait hold on i...stop I don't wanna cum yet," He struggles as he tries to pull your head away but you don't budge. You take him deeper, your throat convulsing as you swallow around him and he's done for.

•His body rocks forward, his hands grapsing your head as he thrusts up into your mouth and spills down your throat. Your nails dig into his denim covered thighs as you take every last drop.

•You sit up again, wiping the droll from your lips and chin as you look at his flushed face.

•"Shit I'm sorry I, it all happened so fast," He huffs as he looks at you apologetically.

•"It's okay Charlie, most guys don't last that long, or even for more than one round," you try to reassure. Suddenly, his hands are on your shoulders, and he's pushing your back into the couch and crawling between your spreads legs.

•"I-I can go another round...i.. just, you gotta give me a minute," He says a little out of breath. You chuckle at his enthusiasm.

•His eyes wander down your body. He uses one hand to hold himself up while the other starts to grope your covered breast.

•"I-is this okay?" He asks quietly, as if being too direct will scare you away.

•You bite your lip and smile at his cautiousness. "You can do more than that if you want,"

•The second those words leave your mouth, Charlie hooks his finger into the front of your low collared shirt and pulls it down, taking the front of your bra with it until you spill out over the top. His hand immediately grabs your breast, squishing it in his hand as he leans down and takes the other into his mouth.

•He moans louder than you at the sensation. You're softer than he could have ever imagined, his tongue lapping at your perked nipple.

•You can already feel that he's hard again, his hips rocking his exposed cock against the rough fabric of your shorts.

•His fingers grab and squeeze your tits as his tongue rolls around your nipple. Your body arches up into his as the feeling shoots straight to your core.

•"I need you baby...want you to fuck me so bad," You moan in his ear. His movements come to a stop as he looks up at you, spit coating his pink lips.

•"i-ive never uh..."

•He's too embarrassed to say it. His body almost delates at the idea of you being turned off and calling it quits from his lack of experience. He seems genuinely confused when you shake your head and smile.

•"I didn't ask that Charlie, I said I want you to fuck me," You almost command as you reach down, pulling your shorts off of one leg. Charlie's eyes quickly drift down to your soaking panties before letting out a soft breath.

•He sits up until he's on his knees between your thighs. He pushes his hair back from his face as he watches you push the fabric down your thighs. His eyes are latched onto your dripping cunt as he reaches forward to help you take them off.

•"You can touch me Charlie, you don't have to be so scared,"

•His eyes drift up towards yours before going back down to the task in front of him. He scoots down the couch until he's almost on his stomach, his face between your knees.

•You feel Charlie's hands on the back of your thighs where they meet your ass before his thumbs slide against your slit, pulling your lips open. The sensation causes you to squirm so he does it again, his digits sliding against your labia, spreading you open and observing your most sensitive area before you feel his breath against your clit. You take in a shuddering breath before the tip of his tongue gently licks against you.

•Instant waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you let out a small yelp. Charlie looks back up at you before leaning forward and doing it again, this time applying more pressure. Your body sinks into the couch as your legs spread more.

•He takes this as a good sign and pushes his faces fully against you, his tongue lapping up and down your pussy. You hear him groan as his eyes flutter closed, the taste of you melting across his tongue.

•Charlie wasn't stupid. He had watched plenty of porn and knew what giving head was. He had just never experienced it. You didn't taste like strawberries or flowers like those shitty romance movies would say. You tasted like you, and that made him want more.

•Your hand quickly tangled in his hair, pulling his face up just a little higher as he swirled his tongue around you. He was eating you like a man starved, all those weeks of jerking off to the thought of you finally coming to fruition.

•He moved his hands from spreading you open to wrapping around your thighs and pulling you against his face. With this new leverage he pulled your hips onto his knees, your cunt angled toward his face before he dipped his tongue lower.

•"OH! Fuck," you whine as you bite your lip, not expecting this level of aggression.

•He just wanted to taste more of you but bumped his nose against your clit. You gasped before letting out a strained moan so he did it again, and again. His tongue burying itself inside you, fucking your entrance as he moved his face back and forth, his nose grinding against you.

•Your legs tensed, and you started to shake as praises and begs fell from your lips. You let out a loud whimper as he pulled his face away.

•His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He ignored your cries as he pulled you more into his lap.

•Your knees were bent and pushed towards your chest as he drug his fingers up a down your slit.

•"Taste so fucking good baby, fuck" He groaned as your juices dripped from his chin. His eyes were half lidded as he looked at you, a thick blush spreading across his face and ears. He pushed his fingers against your entrance, sliding his two middle fingers in at once. You yelped in surprise and cried out his name.

•"Is that good baby?" He asked, concerned by your sudden reaction. Once you chuckled and nodded, he started to pump his fingers in and out.

•"Could have you fuck my face all day, wanna taste this all the fucking time," He rambled before pressing his tongue against you again.

•Your body was almost convusling at this point, his tongue mixing with the curve of his fingers quickly bringing you to orgasm.

•"Please Charlie, please I'm gonna cum!" You whimper and he keeps his pace steady as he brings you over the edge.

•H-holy shit I, I can feel it," He says mostly to himself as you cry out and clench around him. Your cum soaks his hand and starts to drip down your bent torso. Charlie removes his fingers before burying his face in you again.

•"ah! I-its too much!" You moan as you grab his hair but he doesn't relent. His tongue laps at you as he savors the taste of your cum. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your lower back

•Cum and saliva connect strands from your pussy to his face as he pulls back again. He hugs your hips with his arms as he looks down at you.

•"W-was that okay?" He asks a little nervously.

•"Never had head like that before..." You pant. You both breathe heavily for a moment as you catch your breath, but Charlie's dick is still pressing into you, and you chuckle. "Do you think you're up for another round yet?" You ask as you bite your lip again.

•He pushes his hair out of his face as he looks down at you. "It's okay, we don't have to if- I mean if you don't want to that's okay i"

•You wiggle your hips until his cock presses against your ass. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't okay," You reassure.

•He takes a breath before his eyes fall to his lap. He grabs your legs a little tighter as he sits up, pushing his tip between your thighs and against your clit. You gasp at the sensation before he pulls back and rolls his hips forward again, savoring the feeling of the slick heat between your legs.

•"Oh god...fuck you're so warm...can I put it in? Please...please let me put it in. " He inhales through clenched teeth.

•"Charlie please.." You whine before he pulls back again. He presses the back of your thighs against his chest and puts your legs over his shoulder before slowly sinking into you. His mouth drops open, and he whimpers, the feeling of him stretching your walls almost too much to handle.

•"Fuck...so good feels so good..." He hisses as he pulls out and pushes forward again.

•He's not scream queen massive, but he's decently sized and thicker than most. Your thighs tremble as you feel him push deeper and deeper until he finally bottoms out. He lets out a low moan and stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling.

•You clench around him, your body adjusting to the stretch as his eyes slowly open as he looks down at you. His gaze is half lidded, and his lips are parted as he releases a shuddering breath.

•He pulls back, letting his head almost slip from your cunt before sinking back in again. You both moan at the feeling as he repeats his actions. His head rests against your calf before he kisses and bites your leg.

•"Charlie!" You inhale sharply. His hands spread your legs before he pushes his body down against yours, the new angle shifting him deeper. You cry out before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and fisting your hands in his hair.

•His hips slam against yours and your legs twitch. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his fluffy hair tickling your face, and he whimpers. The sound long and drawn out.

•His arms snake between your back and the cushion before holding you tight to his chest and starts to hammer into you.

•"Fuck!" You gasp as the wet sounds of skin hitting skin full your tiny living room.

•"it's okay, you're okay, baby...you feel so good, so good for me," He whines as he hugs you tighter.

•"Charlie...Charlie you can slow down," You try to breathe, but his grip feels suffocating.

•"Mine...you're all mine, no one else's." He rambles as his lips latch onto your neck. "So perfect, so soft," He groans as he thrusts.

•Charlie was getting lost in the feeling of you. His head was fuzzy like he wasn't all there.

•That day from cinema club plays in his mind. He was distracted that whole hour, wondering what it would feel like to take your breast in his mouth and hear you whimper as he bit down on your nipple. You got caught up talking to one of your friends and forgot your sweater on the desk. He told Robbie he would catch up with him later, that he needed to do a few things first.

•He bit his cuticles until they bled, until he couldn't hear the sounds of foot steps and fading chatter anymore. He fought with himself, told himself he was disgusting for what he was going to do, but he did it anyway. He walked over, grabbing the sweater and leaned against the desk again. He paused for a moment before bringing the fabric up to his face, inhaling deeply as his other hand made quick work of his belt. He grabbed his aching cock tightly as he started to stroke it.

•The pent up energy from having a raging hard on and the smell of your perfume and the image of your perfect tits pushed up on the desk had him spill his seed onto the soft fabric. The gratification was gone instantly after he realized the mess he had made. That night, he took your sweater home and washed it, making sure to take good care of it before it had a chance to stain. He would never forget that smell.

•That smell that engulfed every fiber of his being as he nuzzled against your neck and pounded into you mercilessly.

•You could feel his muscles shaking as he held his weight above you. His breathing started to become uneven and small whines fell from his lips. His behavior was almost animalistic.

•He shifted his weight to one arm as his hand slid between your sweating bodies, his thumb sliding between your folds and rubbing circles around your clit.

•"ah!" You yelp as your hands twist in his hair. You hear him whimper against you before his teeth sink into your shoulder causing you to cry out again.

•He would bite and suck on your shoulder before swirling his tongue around the wounded area and repeating the action over and over.

•The feeling became unbearable, and you pull his hair hard until he lifts his head. His mouth hung open as he moaned lewdly, his eyes screwed shut at the feeling.

•"You're close again...i-i can feel it," He whines before his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "Please, please cum on me....wanna feel you cum,"

•He leans his head down, taking your nipple between his teeth and swirling his tongue over the nub. Every touch, every sensation was like a pull in your stomach.

•His thumb swipes over you a few more times before your muscles tighten, and you feel the snap.

•You clench around him as you cum, letting out strained moans as he continues to pound into you. You body goes slightly limp against the couch but he doesn't stop.

•"Charlie.." You huff as you try to take in a full breath.

•"I-i know, I know," He whines as he presses his face against your neck again. "So close baby, please,"

•His arms slip under your back again as he hugs you against him and slams into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your nails dig into his back, and suddenly he stops.

•His moan is almost like a sob, his legs trembling and cock twitching as heat explodes in your stomach. His body thrusts forward slightly as he pumps you full of cum, his grip almost crushing as he fills you up.

•You both lay there for a moment, panting and trying to gather yourselves before he slowly sits up. He grabs the base of his cock and watches as he slides out of you.

•As your walls try to clench around him, you feel his cum drip out of you. You watch as he stares at your used hole before he reaches forward swipes his finger up your slit and pushes his cum back into you.

•"S-stop its...it's too much," You groan as you try to close your legs. He pulls his hand away but keeps your legs spread open.

•"Sorry, You just look so good," He smiles as a thick blush creeps across his face again.

•His eyes never leave your body, completely taken with how red your pussy became from his abuse, the urge to kiss and lick your sensitive areas overtaking him.

•"Can we do it again?"

Aaahhhh sorry for any mistakes and for how long it took to post. As always requests are open for any Rory Culking characters!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #charlie walker smut #scream 4 #scream #ghostface smut #ghostface

[starberry-cupcake]

I come here with further updates on my gideon the ninth read as per the favorable responses in my previous shares . You asked for it, so you're gonna have to hear it (@lady-harrowhark maybe you'll have fun with this one)

previously, in gideon the ninth:

this happened

currently, having just finished chapter 29:

gideon had tea with the eighth

actually no, scratch that, gideon sat in a chair while mayonnaise uncle's hair got braided, they never got to the tea part

false advertising

mayonnaise uncle gave half info, as people seem to like doing here

duracell bunny nephew stepped up and called him out

good for him, actually

you go, duracell bunny nephew!

it's gonna end terribly for him, but we stan

gideon left that Situation and found teacher saying ominous things

gideon left that Other Situation and found regina george twin being intense with swords

chad came in and she bit him

I see a trend alert with these third necromancers and the biting

gideon left that Yet Another Situation and went to the ninth room

gideon proceeded to open the closet

gideon got brad pitt-ed in the movie seven, but instead of gwyneth paltrow's head it was protesilaus'

it's not gideon's best day

now, hear me out

I know how this will sound, but hear me out

I haven't read past this scene, I haven't started chapter 30, all I know is she found the box

but hear me out here

just, just listen

hear me out

I still blame dulcinea

no, no, come back, I have a theory

I don't trust her, she's shady, she's too suspiciously fake kind, she's desperate and she has mentioned wanting gideon as a cavalier

I think it was back when gideon was turned into a blood sprinkler during the whole temple run key second trial thingy

or maybe later, after jeannemary left the mortal plain, but she said it at some point

and gideon has told harrow she wants her to free her to be dulcinea's cavalier

which, over my dead body

or maybe not, people here are dropping like flies, but anyway

dulcinea knows things others don't seem to know

she says things that gideon doesn't follow up on because she's horny and dense (affectionately)

I don't trust dulcinea

in case that wasn't clear

so what if

hear me out

seriously, I swear I have a point

what if harrow was set up?????

no, no, come back, listen, listen

gideon said something like the box wasn't well hidden

and I doubt very very very much that if harrowhark harrowldine harrowmina nonagesimus would have ended a bitch, she would have half-assed anything, much less the hiding

like, she'd either kill in plain sight and make a show of it or make it disappear and nobody would know

harrowhark harroweena harrowline nonagesimus pulled an edward and alphonse on her parents and only 3 people know she did

the entire system of these houses is unaware of that fact, as far as I know

so, if she wanted to hide a murder, I think, I hope, she would do better than this

also, keeping a head in a box doesn't seem her style, that's very haunted mansion and she's more halloween horror nights

so

what if she's been set up????

and gideon has like 3 brain cells working right now so she might fall for it??? hopefully not but maybe????

and side with my mortal enemy dulcinea instead?????

am I crazy????

am I too latina for this and seeing things???

is dulcinea the soraya montenegro of this story??? or is it me??? am I the drama???

this might all be absolute nonsense and in like 1 chapter I might be proven wrong but I don't trust dulcinea del toboso the seventh and I never will

if you pictured the always sunny meme while reading, that's the right energy I'm trying to share here

#luly reacts to tlt #tlt #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt spoilers #long post

[moonyluvv]

𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢, 𝔪𝔯. 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔩

resume: yunho has his way with you at a college halloween party. that's pretty much it.

pairing: yunho x female!reader

genre: smut

word count: 3.3k

warnings: hard!dom yunho x sub!reader; degradation!kink; spanking; use of harsh language; (fake) knife!kink; ghostface!yunho; oral (female and male recieving); unprotected sex (only good on fanfiction); slight public display of horniness (he gropes you at the halloween party); edging; knife?f*cking?; slight aftercare mention; pretty much pwp.

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You loved parties, but more than that, you loved Halloween parties. The horror, the costumes, the alcohol, the music, absolutely everything about the holiday excited you.

Dressed in a pretty “slutty murder victim cheerleader” costume, you were having the time of your life dancing around with your friends, until a big pair of hands wrapped around your waist.

College parties were good, but as any woman in the world you had your fair share of drunken idiots getting a little too handsy with you, so when you turn around, you’re more than ready to slap someone. To your surprise there’s a big guy dressed in a Ghostface costume behind you, making your brows furrow. Before you could do anything, the guy pulls his mask up to reveal a smiley face underneath: Yunho.

You were never the most popular girl on campus, but you had a reasonable number of friends, and amongst them is Yunho. He’s a very tall, very funny, very handsome guy who’s a talented dance major. Oh, he’s also a tiny bit more than just a friend.

“What’s your favorite scary movie, baby?” he joked with a charming grin, making you smile with him.

“Probably waking up next to you, asshole.” you answered, hitting him in the chest. “You scared the living shit out of me, I thought you were one of those drunk idiots groping girls.”

He shrugged, taking his eyes off you to turn your back on him. With his arms around your waist and your body pressed to his chest, you felt as he pushed your hair to the opposite side of your neck, giving access to your most sensitive spots. “I’m not that drunk, and you’re my favorite chick to grope, sweetheart.” He said close to your ear, making you shiver.

“Does it mean I got the idiot part right?” You whispered, feeling a little cheeky as you feel his small laughter resonate against your earlobe.

“Feeling brave, uh? You shouldn’t.” It was a simple sentence, but it just made you feel the need to go further.

“And why is that?”

His hands, once placed around your waist, now made way to the inside of your skirt, making your cheeks go red and your legs automatically shut tight. “Because you know how easy it is to rip those fragile panties of yours beneath that skanky little skirt you’re wearing.” It was a whisper, but God did it speak volumes between your thighs. “I bet you’re soaking wet, huh? And I’ve barely done anything to you. Such a pathetic little slut…”

“Only for you, Sir.” You said in a soft voice, pushing your hips against his semi hard member, feeling his breathing shut for a few seconds.

“Fuck, y/n, don’t do that to me.” His voice was a lot darker now, and maybe definitely you shouldn’t, but the second he said that you freed yourself from his grip. Turning to face the handsome guy once behind you, a devilish smile adorned your lips. “As you wish, Mr. Ghostface.”

Yunho just stood there, tongue poking the inside of his cheek while he looked at you from head to toe with a clear need in his eyes. Ah, how you loved to tease him. “Are you serious right now?” He asked amused, watching as you walked away from him, hands pulling your skirt up to reveal just a tiny bit of your butt cheeks while you turn around to give him the middle finger, making him laugh.

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The party followed as usual, with drinking and dancing and just having fun altogether. You had just finished using the bathroom when you feel someone pull you into an empty bedroom you were passing by, holding your mouth shut.

You were ready to scream and bite the hand, maybe not in that order, when you catch a glimpse of Yunho’s costume behind you, making you role your eyes. You don’t try to say anything, though, curious to see what exactly he wants with that.

Pushing you against the door, now facing him, you feel the cold touch of what seems to be a knife dragging through your bare thigh. Your lips part and you look down, knowing that is a prop and not the actual thing, but still, only the sight of it makes you wet. Yunho’s free hand grab your neck, forcing you to look in his eyes, or his mask as a matter of fact, knowing exactly how he’s smiling underneath it.

“You wanna play psycho killer? Can I be the helpless victim?” You whisper the famous lines from the movie, earning a chuckle from him. “Please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” You whine, biting your lip as the blade comes closer and closer to where you want it the most.

You lift your leg slowly against his, wrapping it around his hips to pull him closer. “You can do something way better than killing me…” That’s the moment you feel the “knife” drag over your panties, making a little bit of pressure on your sensitive spot, causing you to moan more explicitly.

“I’ll murder one thing tonight, baby…” You worry for a second, almost not recognizing his voice, but feeling a lot better once he takes off the mask and drops it on the floor. His eyes are dark with pure lust, you can almost see your reflection in them as he gets closer, if it wasn’t for the dim light of the room. “This tight, wet, delicious pussy of yours.”

You know you’re in for a big night once he says those words, but as if it wasn’t enough, you feel Yunho turn the fake knife to rub the handle of it on your clit. Slowly, tortuously, it almost hurts because that’s not nearly enough for you and what you want him to do.

“Fuck…” You want to say you want more, you need more, but your brain’s just too drunk out of pleasure already.

“Yeah, fuck.” He whispers back, smashing his lips on yours. Seeing you like that was making him loose his mind.

It feels like he’s more than ready to devour you, tongues clashing in a desire you’re not sure you’ve ever felt before. Sex with Yunho was always mind-blowing, but he was always a little bit more playful in bed, even though dominant. He wasn’t being playful at all right now, he was actually sort of roleplaying with you, making you see a side of him that you’ve never imagined existed.

It was official, you wanted to fuck every single version of him.

It didn’t take long for Yunho to guide you to bed, although he made sure you were standing in front of him as he ceased the kiss with a tortuous bite on your lower lip, sitting on the mattress. With your body between his legs, you felt his hands squeeze your thighs hard, moving up and down from your ass. Breathing heavily, hands pressing on the taller man’s shoulders, scratching his skin while holding back moans because, he might not be touching you where you want him to, but you already feel as if he is.

Suddenly you can’t wait anymore, letting your own hands pull his shirt up until it was on the floor, pushing Yunho into the bed and straddling his lap. Seeing him underneath you had you nearly going crazy, making you want to show yourself to him. And that’s exactly what you did.

Smiling devilishly, you lift your tiny shirt up your body slowly, showing him piece by piece of your skin getting uncovered, watching his reactions closely and feeling how even harder he got under you. Once your shirt was off you started to pull down the straps of your bra, but Yunho wasn’t having any of it.

Impatient with how slow you were being, it took about five seconds for him to grab the front of your bra and pull it, unclasping it with a small pop that told you he had just ruined the fabric. After that both of your clothing came off pretty quickly amongst kisses and moans, the tension building up on both of you and pushing it all to the edge.

Now you were the one who was laying on the mattress, feeling his soft lips trace every bit of your body with passion and need. Shivering as his hot breath hit against your intimacy, you barely had time to think before you felt his tongue lick you whole. Leaning on your elbows you were able to see Yunho’s face completely buried between your folds as he tasted you like a starved man.

He licked and sucked your clit, not letting you breathe for a second without moaning his name, as if it was his personal mission. There was no party outside of that bedroom now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care if everyone in there heard you chanting Yunho’s name. Your body was already giving in when you felt his long, slim fingers entering you, immediately finding your sweet spot as if he had a map of every part of your body, knowing exactly where and how to touch it.

“Fuck, r-right there…” You moaned and pulled his hair, pressing his face more and more against yourself, feeling full from just his fingers. That feeling didn’t last long, though, but it was replaced by something that felt just as good. Turning himself on his back, Yunho manhandled you to sit fully on his face, holding your thighs as far apart as he could, now leaping over your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Fucking rub that pussy all over my face, baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. A high pitch scream fell out of your lips as you rode your hips against his face, making him all wet from you. With one of your hands in his hair and the other one behind you on his chest, it didn’t take long for you to start feeling you were reaching your high, as it never did when you were with Yunho.

Your back was arched as you moved your hips against his tongue, trying to get to your orgasm. He could feel you getting there, and as the biggest tease, he would push you off his mouth everytime you were close.

“P-please… I n-need it… N-need to cum.” You begged, feeling so close, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, you felt him stretching you once more, making you clench around him. But this time it wasn’t his fingers, it was something much more thick than that.

You gathered all your strength and looked down, realizing that, somehow, he managed to fuck you with the handle of the fake knife. You’ve heard about that kind of kink before, it just never seemed appealing to you, that’s all. Well, until now at least.

Even though you were on top of Yunho’s face, he was still holding all of the control. But maybe you were moving too much for his own taste, so before you could protest, he pushed you to the bed once again, kneeling between your thighs.

“You like to be fucked by the killers knife that bad, baby?” He teased, and you could only moan in response. Seconds later you felt a slap on your inner thigh, the burning sensation making your pussy clench. “I asked you a question, use your words.”

You nodded your head up and down, tears prickling on the corner of your eyes. “Y-yes, I fucking love it, Yunnie…” You moaned.

“Who the fuck is ‘Yunnie’?” There it was again. The voice. You were on the verge of yet again an orgasm, feeling the mattress sink next to you when he propped his hand right beside your head, watching you from above. “You can call me ‘Sir’…” He whispered, lowering himself to bite your lip harshly. “Or you can shut your whore mouth.”

You’ve never been more wet or excited in your whole life. “Hmm, f-fuck! I’m sorry, Sir, I’m s-so s-sorry…” Your whole body was trembling under him, you needed to cum and you needed now.

Something inside you knew that you had to ask him permission, otherwise he would definitely punish you, and not the good kind. “Sir… C-can I cum?” You asked, only to whimper when he shook his head negative, slowing his movements. “I can’t t-take it anymore… Please, Sir, I’ll do a-anything!”

“Tell me how badly you need it.” He ordered, thrusting the knife in and out of you in a new angle that reached your g-spot, making you scream.

“F-fuck, Sir! I need it so b-bad, so, so b-bad… I’ve been a g-good g-girl, please, please, please, p-please…”

The only thing that could leave your mouth were moans and pleadings of mercy, and if your eyes were open you would see the sadistic smile splashed on Yunho’s face. Seeing you desperate like that, begging to cum, saying you would do anything for a little release, made him nuts. “Desperate little slut…” He tsked, thrusting into you harder. “Cum.”

That was it. That was all you wanted to hear from him.

As if he pushed a button, you felt the strong wave of an orgasm hit you like a truck. Your vision went black for a second as your body begin to shake, toes curling and screams of his name coming out of your throat as if there was no one else in the world besides the both of you.

Forget about feeling your legs, forget about being able to think anything. Yunho edged your sanity right out of you in what felt like hours, but you knew it was only a few minutes. “Look at you.” You felt the not so light slap on your cheek, opening your eyes to try and focus on the man on top of you. “Fucked you useless and didn’t even need my dick for that.”

Your already red cheeks burned even more from humiliation, but that still made your pussy clench. “You’re not gonna be able to get on your knees, right?” Sliding the fake knife out of you, you managed to watch as he sucked the handle of it, licking off all of your essence. That scene was definitely burned into your brain as one of the most sexy things you’ve ever seen in your whole life.

After throwing the knife to the side, Yunho manhandled you to be on the edge of the bed, with your head out. “Seems like I’m gonna have to fuck that whore mouth myself.”

Aligning himself on your head, you opened your mouth when you felt the head of his cock brush your lips, soon enough accommodating his length way past your throat.

You could feel him pushing in and out past your lips, not having to make a huge effort to take him almost completely because of the position you were in. It still wasn’t that easy, he was big and girthy, but you were always determined to please.

“Took my cock so many times you don’t even gag anymore, huh? My horny cockslut.”

You moaned around him, listening to his grunts and deep breaths that made you go insane. How you wish you could hear them right beside your ear as he fucked you deep.

You were drooling all over the place, making a mess on him that was hard to contain because of the position you were in. Yunho liked it, though, there was no better vision than you getting sloppy all over his dick.

Pushing your nails on his thighs you were able to rip another moan from him, receiving a slap on your breasts. “Fuck this, I need that cunt right now.”

It took mare seconds for him to slide his hard dick from your mouth and push you on your knees, head buried on the mattress as your hips were high for him to enter you. And so he did.

You felt yourself sucking him in as both of you moaned out loud, your cunt tight but welcoming at the same time. He didn’t give you a second to get used to feeling so full, soon enough snapping his hips against yours on full force. You were sure you would fell out of bed if he wasn’t holding you.

“You’re fucking dripping all over, baby, fuck.” He said between teeth.

You were. You could feel it coming down your legs. “So… F-full… F-fuck…”

“Feeling full, huh?” He laughed darkly, slapping your ass without any regard for it being too hard or not. You felt his body tower over yours, making you feel even smaller than you already were. “Feeling so full on that tight cunt that there’s nothing left on that little head of yours, right?”

You shiver as his words resonate against your ear, only being able to moan and shake your head up and down to agree with him. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard the only thing you’ll be able to think is creaming my cock over and over again.”

It was like you were his personal rag doll. Just a hole for him to fuck and position as he wishes, with no complain from you whatsoever. You loved that, what would you complain about?

Yunho slithers his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back harshly, your chin now resting on the mattress as he pounded you with no mercy. You could feel your behind red and hot from the impact, and maybe that was starting to affect Mr. Ghostface behind you, cause it took seconds for him to move you on your back once again.

Now with one of your legs on his shoulder, you whimper as he slides inside you once more, feeling the strong grip of your cunt around him. “Fuck, you make such pretty sounds… I’m going to fuck you numb.”

You’re absolutely soaked, juices gushing out of you everytime he pushes himself in. The sound of skin on skin is completely drowned out by your sinful, desperate moans. You’ve never been fucked like that in your life, and you never will again. Not by anyone else besides him.

The bedframe is banging against the wall so hard you think it might open a hole in it, but you can’t bring yourself to care, the only thing on your mind being that if you don’t cum right now, you’ll lose it. You’ll go insane.

“S-sir… I’m g-gonna c-cum… P-please l-let m-me c-cum…” You begged, almost not being able to form the sentence, clearly struggling to speak.

“You wanna cum, baby, huh? Wanna cream my cock like the filthy slut you are?” He was having so much fun with it, it was embarrassing. For you, of course.

“Yes, Yunnie, fuck—sir!” You had no idea what you were saying or how you were calling him, you just needed immediate release. “I’m nothing but a f-filthy slut, p-please!”

“Cum for me, my little slut.”

And so you did.

A strong wave washes over you just like your last orgasm, just as powerful and mind-blowingly pleasurable. You’ve never felt anything like it, and you can only whine as Yunho buries himself deep into your pussy till he’s filling up with his hot cum.

You can’t think, you can’t speak. The only thing you can do is breathe and wait for your body to stop trembling, wait for your senses to come back to you.

“You did so well for me, you’re such a good girl.” The boy next to you call your attention, leaving kisses on your face and soothing the red marks left on your skin. “My good girl, always giving me the best.”

“Thank you, sir…” Your voice is weak, husky because of all the screaming and moaning.

“Shh… You can call me ‘Yunnie’, pretty girl, is over now. Let me take care of you.”

You’re exhausted, slipping in and out of conscience, but you still manage to feel the affection with which Yunho took care of you, so different from before, yet just as enticing.

Curled up against his big frame, you feel yourself doze off in his warmth as you hear his voice in the distance.

“Goodnight, princess. Hope you enjoy the sequel.”

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[holylulusworld]

The one that got away (9)

Summary: Your best friend breaks your heart.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, making out, implied innocent reader, idiots in love, cuddling & snuggling

Catch up here: The one that got away (8)

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One kiss led to gentle touches, and at the end of the night, you and Dean were all over each other. His hand under your shirt, and yours down his pants.

You made out like horny teens, kissing and caressing, groping, and kneading. 

Dean stopped before everything went too far. 

He knew you were not ready to take things to the next level. He didn’t want to pressure you into doing something you weren’t ready to do. Dean tried to be a gentleman and keep little Dean under control.

For once, he wanted to show you that Dean Winchester is more than his cocky attitude, a perfect smile, and a hot muscle car.

You fell asleep in his arms, sleeping soundly on his chest to dream of the life you could’ve had with him, if Dean hadn’t messed things up years ago.

“Morning sunshine,” you giggle as Dean lifts his head. He murmurs your name and lies back down. “Hey, get up. It’s a beautiful day and I don’t want to spend it at my apartment. We can go for a walk, have pie at the new bakery I discovered, and more.”

“How about breakfast in bed?” He lifts his head again to smirk at you. “And later we can eat something too.”

“Cocky bastard!” You throw a pillow at Dean, making him grumble. “Get up, Winchester. Don’t waste more time. I already prepared breakfast.”

“Let’s cuddle some more,” he whines and lifts the blanket. “Come back to bed, sweetheart. The day is still early, and we can start it the right way.”

“Dean,” you sigh, but step closer to the bed. He sleepily rubs his face, and you give in. You crawl back onto the bed and snuggle into Dean’s side. “What about breakfast?” 

“I’ll make pancakes later. You know, I learned how to cook to impress the ladies. Uh-I meant you,” he wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head. “You’ll fall for me only to have my pancakes all the time.”

“I bet the ladies are crazy for your pancakes.” He chuckles at your words. “Did you make them for many women?”

“You’ll be the first to taste my infamous pancakes and scrambled eggs,” Dean whispers in your ear. “I’ll feed you well and later, we will go out and have fun. Do you want to watch a movie, or have dinner?”

“Both?” Your eyes flutter shut, and you yawn. “What do you want to watch? Maybe some rom com…”

“How about a horror movie? You’ll get scared and I’ll protect you, sweetheart,” he chuckles, but you are already asleep. “Nah, we will watch something more…romantic.”

You giggle when Dean uses the stretch and yawn move. When he brings his arms down, he puts one of them around your shoulders. “Do you like the movie?” He asks when you lean into his touch.

“It’s nice,” you hold back a chuckle. Dean chose the only romantic movie, only to end up watching a French movie in the original language. “Do you like it too?”

“Hmmm…” he tries not to tell the truth. Dean hates the movie, but he loves having you here, in his arms. “It’s not bad.” He lies poorly.

“How about…” you whisper in his ear, “we sneak out and get pizza, and pie and watch a slasher movie at home?”

“I love you,” he blurs out, hissing as you slap his thigh. “I mean it Y/N. You are one in a million. Smart, sweet, sexy and, you like me even though you know about all of my flaws.”

“I want to hear these three words again, when you mean them,” you dip your head to look at Dean. “And only when you mean them…”

Dean furrows his brows. He sighs and stares at the pizza you bought on your way back to your apartment. 

“What’s wrong with you?” You worriedly look at Dean. “Are you not hungry? You wanted pizza and pie and barely ate anything. You won’t get sick. Right?”

“I can’t believe you said those things!” He suddenly gets up from the couch to pace back and forth. “I told you that I love you and meant it. But you didn’t believe me!”

“What? I—” You get up to grab his hand. “Dean, I thought…I mean…that was in the heat of the moment. You were excited because of the promised food and the slasher movie we wanted to watch.”

“I said it because it’s the truth,” Dean cups your face with both hands. “I quit my job and moved miles away from my old life to be here, with you. The moment I finally found out where you moved to, I knew that I wanted to be with you.”

“You move to town because of me?” You splutter. “Dean…”

“I love you, and this won’t change,” he presses his lips to yours. You moan into his mouth and melt against him. 

“I love you too, Dean,” you fist his jacket. “Only you Dean. No one else.”

“Only me,” he whispers against your lips.

“I want only you Dean…”

The one that got away (10) - FIN

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[shamrockqueen]

B-Movie

Pairing : Werewolf Bucky x reader

Warnings : Noncon, stalking, abandoned, smut, R18

Word count : 3237

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You didn’t even want to leave the house tonight, let alone drag yourself all the way to the cineplex to watch a crummy B-Movie. You just didn’t want to be home all alone on a Saturday night, but being all alone at the movies didn’t seem any better.

It’s some old, cheesy horror movie that sucked more and more every second you had to watch it. The fact that you didn’t have anything better to do was the only reason you stayed this long.

The young couple on the screen cuddled up in a car as a cheap howl rang across the screen. The girl gets all flustered and goes, "Did you hear that, Brad?"

"Hear what, Janet? I’m sure it’s just a dog." The cliche football player boyfriend tried to reassure her.

"I don’t know Brad; it sounded big." She said with a scared huff.

The acting was bad to say the least, and you wanted to reach through the screen and slug one of them in the face each time they opened their mouth. You really didn’t know how much more you could take.

The couple got back to canoodling before a ‘werewolf’ that looked more like a roll of shag carpet popped up between them and they started screaming. Dark gray splatters of blood flung around the black and white screen as the creature clawed up the once-horny 18-year-olds.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You understand the kitschy nature of these old movies, but this was just hard to watch.

There weren't a lot of people in the theater with you, and you were certain that there wasn’t anyone behind you when you sat down. Yet, as a warm brush of air grazed the back of your neck, you heard someone whisper in your ear. "What are you doing here all by yourself?"

You nearly choked on your popcorn, hacking and coughing just to catch a breath of air. It prompted someone from the audience to turn back towards you and shout, "Shut up."

You ignore the jackasses in the front row and whip your head around to try and find who had invaded your personal space. But, no one was behind you; in fact, the whole back half of the theater was empty.

It had to have been nothing, a prankster, or a figment of your imagination. You turned back towards the screen with a huff to watch the 'werewolf’ attack some pedestrians.

You shook your soda, feeling it was still pretty full, before taking a sip and watching the crummy rug monster lumber across the screen as people ran away from it.

You felt that breath on your skin again before you heard that deep, disembodied rumble of a man’s voice. "So unrealistic. You’d never be able to outrun me."

This time, you swung your elbow as you turned towards the voice, only to find no one yet again. You studied the darkened corners of the empty back rows for a solid second, and you swore you could almost see something. A solid mass in one of the seats at the far back with a faintly sharpened gaze pointed directly towards you.

It makes the hair on your arms stand on end as goosebumps pricked at your skin and your body turns stiff. All the while, you stared down what you hoped to be an imaginary figure before turning back to the screen to see the crappy werewolf being shot at by an angry mob.

You couldn’t pay attention to it anymore, nor to the thought of something lurking behind you in an almost empty theater. When you noticed a group of people near the front step away from their seats and grumbling about the movie, you took this as an opportunity to slip out of the theater hidden within a small group.

You grab your stuff and just leave, glancing back for almost a second. There wasn’t anything back there this time, but you weren’t taking any more chances.

You toss your popcorn in a nearby bin as you exit the theater, hiding behind the group of strangers as they all walk off towards their own cars.

You have to scuttle away in the opposite direction, where the parking had been free. It wasn’t too bad of a walk while the sun was still up, but now with the moon high in the sky and a chill already running down your spine, it was an unnerving trek just so you could go home.

You shook the soda cup you still held onto, listening to the ice sloshing inside to gauge how much coke you had left to drink. It was a good amount, and you sipped at it from the straw as you hoofed it all the way back to your car.

You sucked down your coke until you heard the telltale sputtering noise that signified that the cup was finally empty. You gave it another light shake, only to hear the ice knocking around inside before taking a final water sip.

You stopped walking, but only for a second, so you could find a public trash can to dump your cup. But, as your sneakers stopped hitting the pavement, you heard the continuation and abrupt stop of someone else’s footsteps. You stand still for a second before slowly twisting your back to peek over your shoulder to see what might have been behind you.

Nothing.

The only thing to grace your vision was the dark and empty street of your small town; an image you’d seen many times before seemed so ominous as of now. You pull your eyes away from the street behind you before spotting a trash can by the door of the next storefront.

You take a few careful steps closer to the can until it’s within range to toss your cup. The cup hits the edge of the opening before ricocheting right into the trash. A lucky shot, and after the cup's clunky descent, the streets are eerily quiet again.

You had to stop yourself from letting your heart beat out of control as you searched the shadows for any other mysterious figures like those you’d seen at the back of the theater. Alone on a Saturday night, you're so scared that you could have pissed yourself, and it turned out to be nothing. You recall the shitty movie and laugh at yourself for letting something so poorly made affect your nerves like this.

You pick your feet up and start walking again, eager only to get home. That's when you hear the footsteps far behind you more clearly, like a soft weight hitting the concrete some distance away. You have to ignore it, for your own sanity at least, but you pick up your pace without another thought. You don’t want to turn back only to see nothing or have your eyes trick you like they did before.

The heavy thumps of something far behind grew closer and faster to the point that it could no longer be ignored, no matter how badly you wanted to pretend it was just the simple sounds of a small town after dark.

But, it wasn’t. Hard pads were hitting the sidewalk, drawing far too close for your nerves to withstand.

You let yourself steal a glance over your shoulder as you walked a little faster. The black mass of dark hair and teeth a few yards away nearly made your heart stop. You don’t take note of too many more details, opting instead to break out into an immediate sprint. Your body is given no time to adjust, making it hell on your knees as your little legs propel you towards the old parking lot where you left your car.

The mass sped up, but only to match your pace, letting your little rabbit heart tire out until you became easy prey.

You try to make some unprompted turns and twists in a fruitless attempt to lose sight of that creature, but even as you lose sight of it, you can still hear its heavy steps not far behind. Your hopes were dashed even further once the tip of your shoe caught the lip of a pothole, tripping you, so you went skidding onto the pavement, tearing the fabric of your jeans just a little on your knees.

You only lay there and hissed at the sharp new pain, and your blood pressure pounded in your ears almost as loudly as the padding of the monster's feet as it drew nearer and nearer. It finally rounded the corner of the alley more slowly, almost as if to play with your fear all the more before finally leaping upon you. In this short moment before the tears could cloud your vision, its full form came into greater detail. Claws clacking on the cracked, stony pavement of the alleyway.

Thick fur coated its whole body, darkening it aside from a dangling pair of metal dog tags and torn denim jeans barely holding together around its solid legs. It leapt over you to land at your feet before planting his solid clawed hands on either side of your head.

Its muzzle is short, its skin is oddly gray, and although the hair is thick, the hard muscles of his arms and torso are felt immediately as it pins you down with its weight alone. Long, sharp nails tear into your shirt and jeans, but be more careful of your skin and only scratch the surface instead of digging into your flesh.

You scream into the night, your voice bouncing off broken brick and rusted metal with no one to hear it. All as you're rendered completely vulnerable to a creature that surpasses imaginable horror after your clothes are torn into strips of fabric.

An inhuman voice seemed to rumble from somewhere deep in his chest, almost like the animal was calling to you while it hovered above. Then its neck and joints started to crack and twitch, with ribs breaking in on themselves and muscles contracting as the mounds of hair shrank back along its skin. The sounds of pain that rang from its open maw nearly drowned out once-echoed screams as the beast mutated while it still caged you under its disgustingly shifting body.

It does give you mere seconds to try and wiggle away. You try to kick at the pavement with your feet with very little success, as his muzzle seems to shrink back into itself. Its face is leaning in as the pointed ears pull back into its head and a more human face comes into view.

It’s clearer to see that his hair is shaggy and hangs by his neck, and with minimal facial hair compared to the beast you had once been looking at. His chest was now bare, save for a little peppering of normal chest hair running from the top of his chest to a thin line at his navel.

Nothing covered him besides a worn-out and torn-up old pair of jeans that had already started to fall from his waist to showcase the deep V of muscle near his groin.

Once the rest of his beastly form melted from his body, he stared directly at you, and you froze.

The fight is drained from your body as the blue of his eyes swims around yours. It leaves your head dizzy and your body stiff and unmoving, as his still-rough treatment carried an odd gentleness to it. Like he knew he would cut right into your skin but didn’t want to.

"You know I saw you, all alone in there." This time the words were coming right from his lips, not deeply distorted from some faraway place, and they bore an eerie resemblance to the hushed voice that spoke to you in the theater.

The monster that lumbered around in that movie was no more than a sheepdog compared to what this man had been. You regretted coming out to see that movie, more so now than ever.

"You seemed so delicate, so..so shy." Something hard pressed against your tightly shut legs, almost thick enough to pry them apart. The realization of what had been pressing against you and had slipped out of his jeans to part his legs for him.

He was sizing his cock against your bare core as his hard arms crowded your head and his teeth dragged along your shoulder.

"We don’t have to be alone anymore." He gritted his teeth as he forced his cock through your tight channel. A very unexpected turn of events sent a strange shock along your spine. You try to move against him, barely succeeding in moving your arms or thrashing your head. Each time you tried, that cold stare would pierce through you like sharp ice, making the blood in your veins freeze up as you were torn around his thick, invasive member.

You nearly bite your tongue as tears come right through until the tip of his cock is forced against the deepest part of you, and you can only turn your head to cry into the pavement.

"I wanna make a monster out of you. Then we can be like that together."

His dirty nails dig into the skin of your neck as he twists your face away from the asphalt as he presses his tight abs against your belly, bumping his cock against that deep, deep part of your cunt again.

The pain was twisting into something horrible inside of you. Like a hot bolt of energy burning in your lower belly, making the rest of your body feel so terribly cold that your fingers were almost numb.

He has you keening, howling, wailing, and screaming louder than you ever had before. You’re torn to pieces as he ties you back together on his cock in a big, tight knot.

He laps at your trembling and whimpering lips before applying pressure to your jaw to pop your mouth open and sliding his thick tongue along yours.

"You’ll be my fucking monster," is growled into your ear as the blood starts to rush to your head while he pumps himself inside of you.

His teeth, several of which were still sharp, pressed harder into the flesh of your neck and shoulder, making you keen and wail against his skin as it suffocated you.

You didn’t feel him tearing into your body; you didn’t feel the hot blood streaming from your throat. All you felt was the snapping of a tight knot that had formed in your core. It tore to shreds, exploding into your veins as he forced a thicker, harder, swollen part of himself into you. It locked you to him as you gushed around his solid member, and he seemed to fill you so full that your stomach swelled a small fraction.

The world around him blurs as his warm hand comes up to cup your face, all before the blackness at the edge of your vision caves in around you, taking with it your consciousness.

Your dreams were empty; hours would go by and your mind would be blank, and you would be almost dead to the world.

The sunlight cutting through the dirty glass of your windshield was what woke you. It took a moment to take hold and shake you from your sleep as it assaulted your eyes. You tried to turn your head only to be shocked by a painful, deep burning in the side of your neck, accompanied by a heavy ache in all of your limbs. You tried to roll yourself out of this uncomfortable sleeping situation with a labored groan as you finally graced the afternoon sun.

You don’t remember having found your car or getting into it to sleep in the backseat. You don’t pay any mind to it, and you don’t pay any kind of attention to a lot of things. Namely, the terrible state of your clothing that was torn so badly that you were practically half naked, nor the massive scabbing gas on the side of your neck and shoulder that bore a horrible resemblance to teeth marks.

You pressed your elbow onto the side of the driver's seat with your other hand digging its nails into the side of the front passenger's seat, all just to drag your heavy, aching body from the back of the car. Somehow your keys were just sitting in your lap, totally unnoticed, and had clunked to the floor as you pulled yourself up.

Your head nearly hit the center console as you let go of the passenger seat to reach those damn keys.

Once they were finally in your grasp, you pulled yourself back up to crawl over the console and into the driver's seat.

You had to catch your breath as the pain in your body vibrated along all of your bones to ache at your joints. You slowly brought the key up to the lock, fumbling a little before getting it in the ignition. You turn the key and let the engine roar to life, finally giving you a new lifeline to get home.

You drove off dazed, weak, and uncomfortable. You were just barely able to drive at all, but you weren’t staying in that parking lot any longer than you had to. Home was the only place you cared to be, injury or no injury. Yet, in the very pit of your stomach, something stirred. It grew more and more during the entire ride home. You nearly ran the car into the garage door, as it was all you could focus on.

You are so fucking hungry!

You feel it from your stomach all the way up your throat. You ran from the car as soon as the engine was off, not paying any mind to how your neighbors would react to your current physical appearance. The car door is left open, and the front door is still ajar after you broke through it when the key didn’t quite go into the lock. But, somehow you got the little piece of metal to align to gain entry to your own home before bolting inside and running directly towards the fridge.

The fridge door is yanked open, and you're digging through everything you can find to bring it to your nose for a quick scent before tossing it.

You’d tossed away tubs of yogurt, lunch meat, and juices behind you, as none suited your new bizarre taste. Nothing seemed to meet your craving until you grabbed a pack of steaks from the middle rung of the fridge. You’d left it in the fridge to thaw for dinner the following day, but as you brought it towards you and took in its red, bloody smell, it was all your senses could respond to.

You tore open the packet and tore right into the meat with your teeth, reveling in the taste of the raw steak and the feel of it on your tongue.

You don’t think anything of this; your mind is just switched off to everything at this point. You don’t even hear the subtle knock of your car door being closed or the louder click of your front door following suit.

The once menacing footsteps that echoed down the street to your demise now went unheard as they padded through your home to find you tearing through your food on the kitchen floor.

This took heavy inspiration from the werewolf transformation scene in Underworld as well as one of the first episodes of Santa Clarita diet.

#fanfiction #fanfic #smut #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky smut #roughfuck #werewolf bucky x reader #werewolf bucky #werewolf #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you #dark bucky smut #b movie

[cyberhades]

Movie Night ੈ♡˳ Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N and Eddie decided to watch a horror movie together, but many things can happen under the sheets.

Warnings: smut, protected sex, fingering (female receiving), overstimulation, cute sex.

A/N: thanks to my amazing bestie @eddiemunsons-girl for helping me to develop that plot, i love youuuuu <3

ANOTHER FRIDAY 13 ARRIVES and with that the atmosphere was propitious for a good horror movie, a great classic that caused chills in everyone. One of the best movies ever made was on the shelves of the video store that disappeared at the speed of light, everyone was apparently wanting to watch this memorable date.

Nothing better than watching this masterpiece with your best friend, Eddie Munson! You two were always horror movie fanatics, the difference is that he wasn't as scared as you, so he was in charge of hugging you and calming you down by telling jokes.

He was a good friend, he had nothing to complain about. On the one hand, you had fun getting scared and he had fun watching you getting scared. In the end, you both had fun.

Now during the night the metalhead arrived at your house, you would be alone all night. Your mother was a nurse and would be responsible for the night shift at the hospital. Eddie had brought a lot of the things you liked to eat, all the goodies he knew the ones you loved like the back of his hand.

He was a respectful best friend.

— Are you ready to not sleep well tonight, Miss Y/N? — he gave an idiotic laugh.

— Fuck you, Munson — you laughed back, giving him the middle finger.

Blankets, chocolate, popcorn, cookies, gummy bears, soda, and comfy pillows made that couch a thousand times better than a movie theater. Not just for the atmosphere, but for Eddie as well. He always knew how to make the place where he was, he never went unnoticed and he was always making his presence felt.

The film's suspense and dramatic atmosphere along with the chilling soundtrack made every hair on your body tingle with tension, you were always ready to see Jason Voorhees making yet another victim in Crystal Lake. There were always dumb victims too who went straight to their deaths, and at that time you and Eddie complained and cursed the characters like crazy.

And everything was great, until there was a time when a sex scene came. It wasn't weird to watch a sex scene in a movie, but to watch a sex scene in a movie with anyone on your side it's weird as fuck. You had your head resting on Eddie's chest as you watched and you noticed that his heart rate increased.

Being so close to his body, it was impossible not to notice that he had a huge erection in his pants. He got restless, and you were getting horny too.

— P-Princess... I need to go to the bathroom... — his voice was even heavier, as if he was starting to get breathless and nervous.

— If you go, I go too.

— Are you afraid Jason will kill you? — he joked.

— In fact I know what you're going to do in the bathroom... — you said shyly as you lowered your head, you couldn't look at him anymore without feeling embarrassed. — And I think I need to do the same thing...

You didn't think much before speaking because you knew your brain would stop you, so you just spoke without delay and shut up right away. The two of you didn't speak for nearly fifteen seconds, but the silence seemed to scream.

Soon, the TV was turned off by Eddie who had taken the remote beside him. Then he grabbed your waist and brought you to his lap.

You let out a little cry of surprise when you felt your pussy right above his erection. In return he smiled, an attentive and malicious smile at the same time.

— What are you doing? — your voice cracked a little as you were still trying to take back the air that was missing from your lungs from nervousness.

— Helping you with this little problem we both have — he whispered, overcome with desire.

You immediately kissed him. You've wanted to do this for a long time actually and that was an excellent excuse, a great opportunity that life gave you.

Eddie kissed you back immediately, taking one hand to your hair, tugging lightly while the other squeezed your waist with desire. The way he kissed you was voracious and there he was making it very clear that it was ambiguous that the two of you wanted to feel each other's lips for a long time.

Your hands were on his neck, running the tips of your nails subtly along the back of his neck, making him shiver and making him moan against your mouth. Obviously he wasn't going to let it go unpunished and he gripped your waist more tightly as he pressed down, making your soaking pussy rub against his hard cock.

You moaned against his mouth to feel his erection. He was nothing small apparently and you already found yourself throbbing and craving for more and more. So much so that it hurt.

His hands slid down your back until they reached your ass which was covered by the dress you wore. He slid the fabric through his fingers, lifting until your ass was uncovered. His nimble fingers found the hem of your panties, curling and tugging at the elastic with a small snap as it found your skin.

— Fuck! — you cried out as you felt the snap against your soft flesh.

He bit his bottom lip intoxicated with lust. Feeling your body pressed against his was better than he'd ever imagined.

Then he laid you down on the couch positioning himself between your legs, and making you squeeze him with your thighs, bringing him closer. Nimble fingers found the fabric of your dress, pulling it out of your body through your arms.

When he saw your breasts he went crazy and was practically salivating. His kisses went down to your neck, and he licked and sucked leaving light hickeys.

On the other hand, his hands that were on your waist dispersed. One went up to your thigh and the other was busy making it way to your sodden panties. When you felt Eddie's fingers inside your panties you moaned slyly.

Everything there was in a good mix. His kisses and hickeys on your neck mixed with his grip on your thigh and his fingers on your swollen clit had you stunned. First he started to masturbate you, making circular motions on your delicate point of pleasure.

— Oh my good... — you whimpered.

Your legs were already starting to shake slightly. You felt that he was being precise in what he was doing, his fingers were driving you to delirium.

The moans of the two of you were taking over that atmosphere. His moans against your skin were fierce and your moans were shy and sly. You couldn't explain why, but being completely naked beneath him while he was fully clothed felt strangely good.

His fingers, which were now on your clit, slipped inside, penetrating without warning. Making you scream once more with lust and desire as you feel him inside you, going back and forth with two fingers.

He was skilled. Even more skilled than you imagined and he was being amazing, much better than in your dreams.

— E-Eddie... I'm gonna cum... — you cried out in pleasure while you pushed your hips towards his fingers for more friction.

— Cum on my fingers, princess — he said in a fierce tone as he sucked your breasts voraciously.

And it didn't take long for you to feel yourself melting in his fingers, as you held him tight. At the same moment he removed his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his mouth, sucking in a fierce way that even growled slightly.

He got up and started to take off his clothes. By God, Eddie really was perfect. You didn't know whether to pay more attention to his smooth skin or in the trail of hair that ran down his belly button to his pubs.

He returned to the couch and slid his fingers down your waist until they found the hem of your panties and pulled it down your legs. You could not help but notice that he had a condom tucked into the denim jacket he'd taken off so he could use it.

You looked forward to what would come next. And seeing him "getting dressed" only turned you on more.

— How do you want?

You immediately spread your legs, giving him a privileged view of your pussy that was dripping with desire and lust. He practically growled once more.

You made a "come here" sign with your hand, making him come back to the couch and lie on top of you, making the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, making you push your hips for more contact, and he penetrated a little.

He gripped your thighs eagerly, squeezing the flesh.

— But what a hasty princess you are... — he said through gritted teeth with a mischievous smile on his face as he moved his hips deeper into you.

You felt his cock inside you, making you moan and squeeze his back and bite your bottom lip. He groaned in return.

— Damn... so tight... — he said against your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

Eddie's movements started to take on a good pace that made you moan like crazy and feel extremely satisfied and happy at the same time. You've wanted this for a long time.

— Y-You're so big... holy shit! — you cursed feeling it coming and going inside you.

Your pussy was already more sensitive from the masturbation he had given you with those skilled fingers from years of playing guitar. It was impossible to take his cock not only because of his size, but also because of your sensitivity.

Eddie's moans had you delirious, along with the sound of your hips colliding. The way he squinted his eyes tightly and threw his head back left you wanting more and more.

This was better than any dream.

It didn't take long and you were feeling a knot form in your belly, soon it would burst. His cock hit your sensitive spot over and over again in a delicious, perfect pace. He was in pure delight at the way you moaned and squirmed beneath him.

— I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again! — you screamed desperately, feeling your walls squeeze him.

— Come on my cock, princess — he said, bringing a hand to your clit, masturbating that swollen, sensitive spot of pleasure.

You practically sighed to contain the urge to scream that you were feeling and so you continued at that pace until you had one more orgasm.

— Thank you so much... oh fuck! — you moaned, feeling your legs shake and your back arch.

— I'm going to come, I'm going to come... thanks to that tight pussy... oh princess... holy fuck!

He said in a husky voice as he filled the latex of the condom with his hot cum. The way he pushed his head back made you want to cross your legs.

Now you were lying on the couch, covered by the blanket. He'd discarded the condom in the trash, it was worth every second of all that madness. You were lying on his chest while he stroked your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

— This was the best Friday 13 of my life! — you said with a silly smile on your lips.

— Mine too. Thank you, princess — he left a gentle kiss on your lips.

— But... what are we to each other now?

— More than friends I'm sure — he smiled cutely with slightly flushed cheeks.

[...]

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Happy Horny Halloween" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: When Reader is having a hard time not being spooked by the horror movie on TV, Aaron has one idea of how to calm her down.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,214

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) oral f!receiving, nipple play, couch humping, explicit language, horror movie talk, Halloween (the movie) Slander™️

Extra Notes: i cannot think of anything i'd rather do when Halloween is on than not watch it so that's what inspired this LOL // icon in collage is by @hotchgan 🫶🏻

Originally Written: 10/22/2023 through 10/25/2023

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Your face was buried in Aaron's chest, little scared gasps and screams exiting your mouth each time that scary music started to play.

"Are you really that scared?" he chuckled, his large hand splayed across your back and rubbing soft, loving circles there. "I mean, his music is basically a warning that he's there. Shouldn't it be less scary?"

"Well, it's still scary to me," you grumbled into the material of his tee shirt. "Shouldn't you be frightened by some deranged guy walking around in a scary mask with a giant knife?"

"Do you forget the kind of things I see at work every day?"

You lifted your head from his chest, if for no other reason than to show him your rolling eyes. "But that's different. You know how those guys operate, their motives and all. Movie killers are always unpredictable. Besides, even in real life, they always go after women more often than men."

"Well, it's a good thing you've got me to protect you, then, isn't it?" Aaron rebutted, leaving a kiss atop your head.

The eerie music died down and you curled back into Aaron's side, his heart beating fast against your ear. He'd never admit it, but Michael Myers was scaring him a bit, too.

The film continued on, you occasionally hiding your face in Aaron's tee-shirt clad chest, and him meeting you with reassuring kisses along your forehead. At some point, his hand met your thigh, giving the supple skin a gentle and comforting squeeze, as the killer stabbed yet another helpless victim.

"Seriously, Aaron, why do you find this entertaining?" you complained, eyes screwed shut. "I mean, seriously, why would anyone want to watch this?"

You didn't even have to open your eyes to know he was smirking when he gave you his response. "You know," he said, "we could always multi-task."

Your eyes finally opened as you reached for the remote, promptly putting the film on pause. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, it is scientifically proven that horror-induced horniness is a thing," he answered.

Your brows furrowed at his statement. "Are you saying this shit makes you horny?" You questioned, though the idea was sort of tempting. You'd rather be doing anything else than watching a horror movie with no lights on.

"No, but," he paused, lips meeting the dip between your neck and shoulder, "I could help you calm down. Since you're scared and all."

Aaron's lips sucked harder on the bare skin, surely leaving a hickey in his wake. He'd barely touched you and already you were unraveling, ready to do whatever he asked with a simple snap of his fingers.

His mouth traveled up to your ear, nipping softly at the lobe. "Would you like that? A little distraction?"

You managed some noise of approval as his teeth grazed your ear, your stomach fluttering at Aaron's sudden change of character. His hands slipped beneath your sweater, fingertips desperate to touch every inch of you that he could. Still, he insisted on words, not needy noises, and you all but forced the word out as his lips entranced you.

"Lay down for me, yeah?" he instructed, hands moving to your shorts. You did as told before lifting your hips for him, exposing how desperate he'd made you in such a small amount of time.

One of his thick digits moved to tease your entrance while his opposite hand reached for the remote, promptly turning the volume down and resuming the movie. "Wanna see if you scream louder for me than those people scream for Michael Myers."

The way his finger was touching your aching core, you were sure you'd be screaming for him in a half a second. "I think," you sighed as his hand moved from the remote to your nipple, "I can manage."

The hand at your core was soon replaced by his mouth, his tongue licking up everything you had to offer. Your hands met his hair as his hands cupped your breasts, both pulling each other closer in your own little way.

His nose bumped against your clit as his mouth drank you in like an oasis, the sensation eliciting moans and expletives from your parted lips. "Fuck, Aaron," you sighed, tugging at his raven hair harder than before.

You weren't sure if it was the way you called his name or the harsh tugs of his hair, but the actions had him moaning into you, the vibrations absolutely intoxicating against your core. You tugged at the black tufts again, an almost cheeky smile pulling at your lips as you felt him search for reprieve against the couch.

Jamie Lee Curtis was screaming in the background, but her noises had nothing on yours as Aaron suckled your sensitive bud, desperate whines falling between your lips. His name tumbled off your tongue like a prayer as your hips rolled against his face. His stubble was surely causing beard burn and his fingers were surely bruising your breasts, but the sting only had you inching closer to release.

Aaron's hips rutted along the couch as he continued his ministrations, his tongue somehow in every place you could ever need it. Euphoria burned through you as your climax approached, one of his hands moving to grip your leg as you tried to clench your limbs together.

"Shit, Aaron," you called out as his other hand tugged perfectly at your hardened nipple. "Oh, my God," the words came out breathy.

His lips parted from you just long enough to say, "Cum for me, honey," his hips still humping the cushion beneath him.

Between the sight below you and the sensations flowing through you, you were coming undone in a matter of seconds. Mewls and whimpers filled the air as Aaron coaxed you through your high, his actions on your cunt becoming uncontrolled.

You watched as his brows furrowed together, forehead wrinkling in pleasure as he rolled his pelvis against the sofa, surely chasing down his own high. The sight of him coming undone just from eating you out had you getting wet all over again, his lips never ceasing to kiss or lick you while he rode out his own climax.

As he came down, his slick-covered chin rested against your tummy, lust-filled brown eyes meeting yours through matted lashes. He had the audacity to chuckle, the noise rumbling onto your skin. "I just came in my pants like a fucking teenager," he said through snickers.

You couldn't help but laugh at his chuckling form, fingers slotting through his hair as you looked down at him. "Did you just fuck yourself silly?" you giggled, though it sounded more like exhausted breaths after the orgasm he'd just given you.

"I think I did," he snickered. "Wow, I literally haven't done that since high school."

A string of laughter escaped you as you heard his delirious words, his chuckles vibrating against the bare skin of your stomach and thighs. "On another note, you'll be pleased to know it worked."

"Were you actually trying to watch the movie through all that?" he asked, brows furrowing once more.

This time, it was you who was filled with delirium, giggling as you leaned back against the arm of the couch. "No, and I think that's why it worked."

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[stainedstardom]

smth with anika plss i miss her

i miss her more and more everyday, i would do anything to bring her back. i would kill ethan to bring her back so yes yes yes.

I'LL PROTECT YOU

anika kayoko x fem!reader

(she doesn't die in this one)

it was horrifying, you had gone through this before but it didn't make it any less hard or any less scary than last time but you couldnt act scared. you couldnt show fear because you had gone through this

anika hadn't , she had never been tracked down or stabbed or shot at or almost murdered by their best friend. that was you and so you did what you had to do.

you would protect her. she sat in your dorm , after everything with dannys apartment and the ladder, she had survived. sure she was horrified but you had grabbed her hand and helped her along the way.

she didnt fall, sure ghostface was pissed that night when they left, getting no kills. they hated it and wanted revenge on that level too but there was nothing you could do.

"y/n" anika said as she stared at the tv. her head rested on your chest as she played with one of your hands and you played with her hair

"yeah?" you asked her and she sighed

"im scared" she stated

"i know, i am too" you told her and she nodded as she sat up and held your face in her hands. she looked from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes in the triangle formation

"how do we get out of this?" she asked you in a shushed whisper. almost scared to say it, scared that they were listening and about to come out of nowhere and attack you again

"we stick with each other"

"what if thats not good enough?"

"it has to be, ill protect you with everything and anything i have. im not letting anyone or anything hurt you" you told her as you held her face and stared into her eyes making sure she could feel and see the honesty

"do you trust me?" you asked

"i trust you" she stated and she leaned in and kissed you as you kissed her back. she pushed you down on the couch as she climbed into your lap and looked into your eyes

"may as well have my way with you if we might die" she exclaimed and she leaned down as she pressed your lips to hers again and she kissed you passionately. you kissed her back as her hips began to rock against yours and you sighed out as she whimpered.

your hands gravitated to her waist as you removed her pants for her. you pulled her up to your face and pushed her panties to the side as you began to eat her out. her hands shot down to your hair as she rode your face

"good girl, ride my face baby" you said into her pussy and she cried out as your nose bumped her clit and your tongue thrusted in and out of her at a fast pace. she continued to whimper and whine. you could feel her clenching

"fuck mommy im going to cum" she cried out as she moved faster and faster. you didnt even notice her fingers move down to your pants and push in as she began to rub your clit as fast as she could making you moan

"tell me im making you feel good, im being good right mommy?" she asked as she moved faster and faster. all of a sudden, her body twisted. she ripped your pants and underwear off as her tongue made contact with your clit and you cried out.

you hadnt 69d anyone ever but you knew it felt good, anika was a giver and she was having a little bit too much fun with this. you could feel yourself and herself clench

"cum on my face" you said and she came at your words.

"mommy cum for me please" she moaned and you came quickly as she fell off of your face and laid down next to you as she leaned over you and kissed you again. you both smiled

"have fun?"

"yeah, you'll still protect me?"

"well we did just break rule 2 of horror movies so i have to protect you now" you stated and she laughed as she shoved your shoulder and put her head back on your chest

even after all of that, you would still protect her. you couldnt lose her now

A/N: oh hello? im horny now wtf

#anika kayoko x you #anika kayoko x y/n #anika kayoko x reader #anika kayoko #scream #scream fanfic #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #devyn nekoda

[iovesia]

LOVE ME DEAD.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( scream masterlist. )

synopsis: what it would be like to date stu macher.

warnings: angst. slight toxic relationship dynamics. gaslighting. sexual innuendos. mentioned murder. mentioned blood. soft yandere tendencies. slight fluff.

pairings: stu macher  𝒙  gn!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is a repost from my old account, but this time i actually fixed my grammar mistakes. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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This man is grade-A level clingy, his love language is 100% physical touch or quality time. he’d try and spend as much time with you as possible (when he’s not planning murders with Billy).

At first he’s chill, but as he increasingly gets comfortable in the relationship: He’s. All. Over. You.

He’d have his arm wrapped around you when walking down the hallway, his hand on your thigh in the middle of class (he has to always be touching you in some way.)

Very golden retriever / slight himbo energy.

He’s got some rich parents, so he’d definitely get you anything you asked for, or just whatever reminded him of you. he’d buy you clothes, record players, some horror movie memorabilia, or whatever else.

He loves when you wear his clothes, he constantly tells you that it looks 10 times better on you.

He smells either like vanilla, or really shitty axe-body spray. There’s no in-between.

You guys jam out to pop-music together. he’s a loud and proud mariah carey, and britney spears enthusiast!

He’s a horny little shit, so prepare for him to constantly make everything sexual.

"My face is so dry, I need to get a facial," you sigh, looking into the mirror.

"That's what she said."

"Stu! Gross!"

Speaking of making jokes, this man cannot read the room for the life of him. If it’s an inappropriate time, he’s probably gonna make even more jokes. (i.e. the “liver-alone” jokes).

When the news breaks out about Casey Becker, and her boyfriends’ murder, Stu insists on walking you everywhere.

"C'mon babe, I'll be, like, your knight in shining armour. Y'know, keeping you safe from G-G-Ghostface," he says teasingly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You're so dumb," you playfully roll your eyes, but can't seem to stop the childish grin growing on your lips.

He’s never planning on telling you about his (or Billy’s) involvement in the Woodsboro murders. One: out of fear that you’ll go to the cops, and it’s going to get him and Billy arrested. Two: if he’s developed genuine feelings for you, he’d be scared that you’d break up with him or react... badly (understandably).

Not to be a buzzkill, but he killed Casey because she broke up with him, so breaking up with him might not end too good … but you don’t know that (ignorance is bliss, I guess).

Speaking of Billy, he’s gonna be hanging around you guys frequently. You’d get pretty annoyed at the lack of alone time with Stu, but you’d never bring it up because you wouldn’t want to come between their friendship. (Billy’s a bit of a loner, so he doesn’t really have anyone else to hang with besides Stu and Sidney.)

Stu’s a class clown, so every lesson with him is just a game of ‘try not to laugh’. He loves the sound of your laugh, and seeing your smile, it’s contagious.

He’s not the best at comforting you when you’re down, but he’ll crack a million jokes, even if only one of them made you feel better.

He’s fine with being either the big spoon, or little spoon. Stu loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around him. He would lay down his head on your chest, and sound of your heartbeat would calm him down.

He’s not a very jealous person, but he is a little possessive. Growing up as a spoiled, only child, he’s very accustomed to getting what he wants all the time. Whenever he sees you talking to another person, he’s immediately standing behind you, staring down at the person. (He's not the most intimidating looking guy, let’s be real, but it’s the thought that counts &lt;3)

Since he’s a pretty extroverted guy, he throws a lot of parties, and is a major people person. So.. sorry to any introverts, but this man loves being center of attention. He craves being in the "spotlight", and having everyone laugh at his jokes.

He’d be bummed out if you wouldn’t want to come to parties he’s hosting or going to, and he’d be a little bitchy about it.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N, you never want to do anything fun with me."

He does not think before he speaks. So prepared to have your feelings hurt ─ accidentally, of course.

He would apologize in a very cheesy way. Stu would probably get you some flowers, or recite some cheesy apology from one of your favorite rom-com movies. You should be angry at him, but he’s just so charismatic, and funny, you end up forgiving him a lot.

Contrary to popular belief, Stu is somewhat smart, in a sense that he’s good at manipulating people (probably better than Billy, due to his friendlier persona). So when you’d get suspicious of him, he’s gonna get a little gas-lighty.

"Jesus, Y/N you're crazy if you think I could've done that! I mean, do you really think I'm psychotic?"

But, surprise, surprise, you do eventually find out about the whole Ghostface thing.

Randy's body collapsed to the floor, with a loud thud. You watched from the kitchen, a half-wall safely covering you from Billy's line of sight. The sound of Sidney's scream echoes through the house as you slowly retreat from the disaster in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt your back hit something, as an arm was now wrapped around your neck, crushing your airways. A familiar voice whispered in your ear that made your heart stop: "Surprise, Y/N."

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[shigarakis-cumdump]

Intoxicating Love

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Summary: You saw a new ad for a pheromone perfume online and you figured you'd give it a shot. Who knew it would work so well...

Cw: none

Word Count: 1.2k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You didn’t get to see Dabi much, and when you did, his attention was always elsewhere. He seemed like your little dates and hangouts were taking up his time, like he had better things to do. 

While scrolling on your phone, you get an ad for a new perfume that says, “Your boyfriend won’t be able to resist!” It was a pheromone perfume, something you had never heard of before. It said it smelt like musk, honey, and cinnamon, which all sounded like good scents to you. You placed your order as quickly as you saw the ad, and waited several days for it to arrive. 

When you had the perfume in hand, you sprayed a bit and it smelt sweet and warm. It didn’t make you feel anything like the ad said, but it smelt good nonetheless. You sprayed a bit on your neck and chest as you were getting ready for your date with Dabi. You planned a movie night at your place, and he should be arriving any minute. 

There was a loud bang at your door, and you raced downstairs to invite him in. 

“Hi Dabi!” you say enthusiastically as you practically drag him inside. 

“Someone’s excited to see me.” he says, throwing off his shoes and letting them go anywhere. He leans down to meet you and gives you a kiss. Almost immediately, he can sense something different about you, although he didn’t know what. 

“How was your day?” you ask. 

“It was definitely somethin’,” he replies. You were hoping he would add on, maybe give you some details or maybe notice your new smell, but he was just as cold as always. Your smile faded a bit, maybe it doesn’t work like the ad said. The two of you head into the living room where there’s tons of snacks laid out on the coffee table. You had a few choices of movies, and Dabi picked the horror one to watch. 

It was hard for Dabi to focus on the movie, not that he often came over for the activities you two did regardless. But it was a different feeling. Rather than his usual boredom, he kept getting the urge to fuck you. Don’t get him wrong, he always made sure to do that before he left, but his body was being impatient today. 

“Dabi, you okay?” you ask. He didn’t even realize his leg was bouncing since his mind was racing with thoughts of you underneath him in bed, crying his- 

“Dabi?” You batted your lashes, hiding a cynical smirk. Maybe the perfume was working after all. 

“Yeah, sorry doll. Long day,” he says, trying to evade the truth. 

“Do you need anything?” 

“Yeah, c’mere.” Dabi replied, opening up his arms to you. You jumped right in and tucked yourself between his chest and arm, being warmed by the heat he produced. He squeezes you tightly, almost a little too tightly just to bring you closer so he can smell you. 

“What’do you got on? It’s suffocating.” 

“Oh, I got this new perfume! Do you like it?” You ask. 

“It’s not bad,” he blankly replies. Truth be told, Dabi was obsessed with the smell. It was better than anything he ever smelt before and it was becoming insufferable to just continue sitting here and doing nothing. A bulge was growing in his pants, and it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You sneakily brought your hand over and started palming him slowly, just a tease. 

“C’mon, baby, don’t tease me like that..” he grunted. His hips jolted into your hand, desperate for more pleasure. You slipped your hand under his waistband and took hold of his dick, giving it small pumps. Dabi was looking down at you, thinking of how badly he wanted to ruin you and make you cry for him. Growing impatient and ever more horny, he huffed and stood up to take his pants off quickly. Dabi then pinned you to the couch, holding your hands above your head and craning his head down into the crook of yours to get another whiff of your perfume. 

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy, doll..” he groans, grinding his hips into yours. You giggled and matched his movement. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Dabi trailed one down your chest and burned your shirt off, exposing your tits for him to squeeze and kiss. You wanted to touch him back and make him feel good, but his other hand kept yours pinned down thoroughly, making sure you couldn’t escape. 

Fuck, so pretty under me like this, so helpless.” 

“Just for you~”

“Good girl, all f’me,” he replied, “let’s take these off, they’re just getting in the way..” he burned your pants and underwear off next, leaving you completely exposed to him. You squirmed because of the cold air, but that was quickly replaced with the heat of his hands down by your cunt. Dabi teased you a bit, rubbing your clit in small, circular motions. He was soaking up all the pretty noises you made for him, and he could feel you getting wetter by the second.  He took his 2 fingers plunged them into your pussy and stretched you out, scissoring and pumping them to warm you up. You whined and bucked your hips at the feeling, muttering Dabi’s name over and over. 

“What, you feel that good just from my fingers? We can’t have that..” He released your hands and lined his dick up with your hole before plunging in, taking no time to ease you into it. 

“Ah, fuck!” you screamed, eyes shutting tightly. Dabi caged you in, leaning over you with a heavy demeanor and a look of lust in his eyes. He was feral, hips speeding up as if he was humping you like a dog, not too worried about your pleasure since he could only focus on his raging hard on. “Slow down, Dabi, it’s too much!” You beg. You hug him, nails scratching up and down his back, leaving pretty red trail marks. 

“You feel too good, doll, fuck you’re so tight, keep squuezin’ around me like that, shit,” he said. Dabi’s face was latched onto your neck as he left dark hickies to remind people that you were his. You bucked your hips to match his pace, the only sounds heard in the room were slapping and moaning, the movie on the tv long forgotten. 

“Dabi, I can’t, I’m gunna cum!”

“Cum for me, doll, cum all around my cock, c’mon..” he groans. His thrusting doesn’t slow even as you’re coming down from your high, and you get overstimulated. 

“Dabi please, It’s too much, I can’t take it!” You’re shaking and twitching, cunt overstimulated by the constant pounding of his dick in that sweet spot. 

“Just hold on a little longer, baby, I know you can do it.” he tells you. 

It feels like an eternity before Dabi finally fills you up. He’s panting above you and you can’t help but smile at him. Some silly perfume made him crave you so bad, and boy did it work. Maybe you would wear this more often…

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