#how can he not be real and got me blushing and kicking my legs in the air

[nereidprinc3ss]

light of the morning

in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed

18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs

It’s late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that you’re dozing on the bed above the covers. 

It takes you a moment to reorient yourself—you’re rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door. 

"Hi."

"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. It’s funny, really. He never gets any better at this. 

You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door. 

"Did I wake you?"

"How could you tell?"

"You’re in pajamas. And you look tired. I mean—you don’t look bad. You never look bad, I just meant… you don’t look tired but you’re not—I didn’t mean to—"

"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "It’s late. We have to be up early tomorrow."

"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."

He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.

You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth. 

"It’s fine. But I don’t know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."

His eyebrows dart up. 

"That’s fine. That’s totally fine. I’ll just, uh—"

When you don’t move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but that’s how he looks in his sleep clothes. There’s a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if he’s not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it. 

"You could… stay, anyway, if you want?"

His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. There’s a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack. 

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you can—"

"No, no! You didn’t, I just don’t want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. I’m right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."

You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety. 

"It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before." And not like you wouldn’t have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.

He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."

It’s incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement. 

"Do you wanna get your stuff, or…"

"No, that’s okay. I’ll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."

You squint, unable to tell if he’s fucking with you or if that’s an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you don’t really care. 

"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to brush my teeth."

Once you’re enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But that’s silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. It’s always been a matter of convenience—less bother if he doesn’t have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when you’re both exhausted. Or maybe that’s just what you’ve been telling yourselves. 

You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and he’s already under the covers, fiddling with his phone. 

"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time to—"

"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you. 

"Spencer."

“Yeah,” he answers immediately. Like he’s even more wired about this whole situation than you are. 

"You know you don’t have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? I’m not a leper."

He looses a nervous laugh. 

"I know. We’ve just never really done this."

You frown at the darkness.

"We’ve definitely slept in the same bed before."

"Yeah, but… this feels different."

That, you can’t argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex? 

Screw it. If there is one thing you don’t want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvet—and find his hand already waiting for yours. 

"I don’t think it’s that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly. 

"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefits…" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesn’t want to shatter it. 

"Can’t argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling you’re doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.

"Can I…"

"Yeah."

Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as you’ve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now. 

He exhales as you settle against each other—a sound of relief that mirrors your own. He’s so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you can’t deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like he’s not even thinking about it. 

"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt. 

"Goodnight," he whispers back. 

You fall asleep pretty quickly after that. 

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It’s unclear what wakes you up—maybe it’s the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, it’s still mostly dark) or maybe it’s the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.

Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache. 

But you’re just friends. 

Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second you’re nervous he’ll pull away. 

"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep. 

"Five."

"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."

"Sometimes waking up early is okay."

His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily you’re paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which you’ve never operated. You don’t know what’s acceptable. You don’t know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, or—

He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and hands—it’s almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt. 

Friends. 

"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."

"I don’t want to go back to sleep."

The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you.  

"No? What do you want?"

Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, it’s your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer. 

The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. What’s a kiss or two when you’ve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while you’re still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People don’t think clearly when they’ve just been asleep.

So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?

Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips. 

"I thought it wasn’t a good night?"

"It’s not night time anymore, is it, genius?"

You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away. 

Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himself—biting his lip to hold back the words. 

"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing. 

"I was just—" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I don’t know if that’s something I should say, or if it would feel too… I don’t know…"

He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesn’t have the words. 

You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And he’s right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesn’t mean you don’t like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you. 

"It’s fine. Thank you."

He continues chewing on his lip for a moment. 

"Did I just ruin the mood?"

"No," you laugh, "not at all."

"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again. 

"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses. 

He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck. 

"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"

"Kind of," you breathe.

"No you don’t," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."

Well, he’s not wrong there. 

You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows it’s low enough to be covered by your clothing later. 

You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you are—how easy it is to get a reaction out of you. 

Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldn’t hear them, but Spencer does. He’s hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you. 

Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum. 

"You’re gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we don’t want to wake him up."

"I’ll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencer’s mouth trails lower until he’s pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders. 

"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs. 

You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. It’s not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 

Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you like—he knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans. 

"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient you’ll get what you want. 

He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and you’re forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you can’t hold back. Spencer keeps it up until you’re practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close. 

"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like this—with him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course. 

He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty. 

You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and you’re losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencer’s tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. There’s really no way of knowing—your ears are ringing anyway. 

When you come to a moment later he’s peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently. 

"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."

You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt. 

You’re the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didn’t even think about. 

"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further. 

"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway. 

"You must have me confused with someone else."

"Doubtful."

You don’t have much time to consider what that could mean before he’s running the head of his cock over your clit and you’re gasping into his mouth, saying please like it’s the only word you know. 

"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once he’s opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, you’re seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"

It’s been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words. 

"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. 

"Relax, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you."

He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. You’re so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he can’t think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you. 

"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation. 

"I know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."

"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way. 

"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."

You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.

"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut. 

"Only for you."

Just three words—but he wasn’t expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes him—one that he’ll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating. 

"Only me?"

You moan an affirmation. 

"Good. I don’t want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"

"Yes!"

"I’m the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. You’re not doing this for anybody else, baby."

"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spence—"

He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. 

You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. It’s obvious that your orgasm is close, but you can’t even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing. 

No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same moment—deep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes. 

You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, you’re both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet. 

"You okay?"

All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb. 

"Need your words, angel girl."

"I’m okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing. 

"Yeah? Why so quiet?"

But it seems that at least for the moment, he’s gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter. 

"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"

"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck. 

"You can have…" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."

"An hour."

He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you. 

"I said 48 minutes."

But it doesn’t matter—you’re already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go now—the earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will arise—but how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that he’ll watch over her as she sleeps? No—there’s no way he’s leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, he’s sure. 

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[daisybianca]

pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: lando seems too innocent sometimes. however, as your boyfriend, his hidden kinks start to unveil themselves. oh, and they're very, very hot.

warnings: cursing words, sexual activities, female pleasuring

"DO YOU HIDE any of your kinks from me, baby?" You asked, glaring at your boyfriend as his soft hair caressed your flesh. His beautiful face was buried between your legs, and his features lit up once you exclaimed the words.

"What?" His accent kicked in. His colorful eyes narrowed and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm no fool. You know what a kink is." You giggled and scratched his neck playfully. "Shoot. I'm prepared."

You heard your boyfriend’s delicate laughter. "Baby, I might be crazy in love with you, but I'd never reveal to you something like that."

"Why?" You frowned, starting to get a bit annoyed.

"I don't know, I just..." Lando let out a breath and got up. "I feel like you're too perfect to know that I picture you and me doing such dirty things."

He got comfortable on the bed next to you and then gently grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you to your favorite seat. His lips. You dat on him, as your chest was on his eye level. You could already feel something sharp and hrad poking your thigh.

"Lando, I..." You tried to find the right words to persuade him. Sometimes, he made you think that he'd never been in a relationship ever before. Or maybe that he was too perfect for you. "We are a couple, aren't we, baby?"

"Yes, love." His response was instant, and his hands found your waist, grabbing it as if he were the owner of it.

He indeed was.

"Okay, then tell me, Lando." You tried to change his mind by fake-puppy eyeing. It always worked, to be honest.

Lando proceeded in a long exhale. "Fine." You noticed him bit his lip. "But don't you dare asking me to actually do it in real life."

You chuckled. "Why?"

"You'll see why once I say it."

You moved yourself on top of him to get more cozy, and his eyes were very beautiful. It's too beautiful, in fact.

You couldn't resist that. No straight, non-blind woman could, you were sure about that.

You'd like to take control and ride him once he was done telling you what he had to say. But you couldn't way for much longer. You could already feel yourself soaking wet down there, and he hadn't even touched you wet.

"Okay." You tried to make this as brief as possible. "Tell me."

"Well..." he started. "You know how much I love your ass." Lando blurted out.

Of course, you knew how much he adored your curves. He didn't miss a single chance to smack or squeeze your ass whenever the opportunity occurred.

You smiled. "Go on."

"Well, I--" You could tell he was a bit embarrassed, and that kind of frightened you.

You and him had been together for almost a year, and he seemed to struggle revealing things ti you as if you two had hust starting seeing each other.

"I think I know where this is going." You said, caressing his soft cheeks and hair. His face was kind of red, making his innocent eyes pop up more. "I can already tell it's something really, really dirty." You teased him, and he blushed even more. "And hot."

Gosh, you were so freaking wet.

Lando's eyes filled with pure curiosity. "How'd you know?" He wondered with his beautiful, british accent.

"You're so hard beneath me that it actually hurts my thigh."

Surprised by your statement, Lando looked around and exhaled as if this was too much to handle. He grabbed you by the waist hard and pulled you closer to him.

He didn't proceed to kissing you, though. He just rested his forehead against your, closing his eyes and placing his hands on your cheeks.

You heard him shallow. "You know, you're making it more difficult if you say things like that, angel."

"Thanks for telling me." You smiled against his smile, feeling his warm breath tickle your sensitive skin. "I'm writing it down so I can do it more often." You teased again.

His pretty eyes were still closed as if opening them would mean losing control.

"Fuck, (y/n)," Lando growled. "Don't do this to me, please." He begged, his eyes remaining stubbornly shut.

Please.

"Okay, if you want me to stop, you'll have to tell me." You smiled. "I promise, I'm not going to suggest doing it unless you say so."

Your gaze finally met his.

He applied a small peck on your nose, then on the area of your lips, then lowering his head to reach the skin of your neck.

Your flesh was warm under his touch.

"Ride my face, baby." His accent pronounced.

Your eyes widened, and you were so glad he didn't witness that. His head was buried on your neck and hair.

"Do you want me to?" You asked, just to be completely sure. "Do you think you're going to handle it?"

"Yes, just do it?" He started kissing you.

"Really? What about breathing?" You pulled just a few inches away in order to be able to talk. "Are you sure you'll be able to breathe?"

Lando filled the gap between the two of you once again, not letting you exclaim a word. "Just shut up and ride it, baby." He pulled your shorts and panties away with our swift move. "From now on, you're not opening that beautiful, little mouth of yours again. Only to beg for more or scream my name. Got it?"

You tossed his shirt on the floor, and then your own shirt followed as well.

He laid down, and before you even got the chance to understand what was going on, he pulled you to him. Without talking, he placed you on top of his head, and he twisted his tongue to make your stomach swirl into a million circles. "God, I knew you were soaking wet." He said.

He did that a few more times and a few moans escaped from your lips.

"Move your hips for me, love." Lando said, encouraging you.

You did as he said and the feeling on your stomach only got more intense.

Too much.

Too hot.

Too perfect too handle.

Just like Lando.

He geabbed your thighs with possessiveness, swnding another wave of pleasure through your entire system.

"Fuck, Lando..."

At first, he just utilized his tongue.

He wouldn't let you come until three of his fingers were into you.

You screamed in pleasure and the orgasm arrived only when he said it.

This is heaven, you thought. And it also goes by the name Lando Norris.

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[usedtobecooler]

Please bestie do me a favour and write the fic where reader gets cucked by Steve please I’m on my knees begging I love your work

smutty stocking stuffers day two - steddie x reader

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), protected anal sex, cuckholding, coming untouched, dacryphilia, dirty talk, mean reader, mean steve, fluff, banter.

Word Count | 2.1k

A/N | for anybody who’s confused, this prompt is based on this post by the ever wonderful @boldlyvoid 🤍

“At this point I honestly think you want to fuck Steve,” You say it to Eddie as a passing comment, really. It doesn’t come out snarky, just factual. You'd seen the way they were together, the lingering glances, how they always had to be touching each other, it was bordering on more-than-friends territory, and you'd be a fool to pretend you'd never noticed it.

Eddie had been non stop, talking about everything he and Steve got up to on their ‘boys trip’ to the city since he got back a few short hours earlier. Eddie’s voice dies in his throat at your words, brows furrowing and a pout overcoming him.

“You want to fuck Steve,” Its a weak response, but it’s all Eddie’s got, and it makes you cackle. He’s flustered, cheeks hot, twiddling his rings in his fingers the way he always does when he’s nervous.

“Maybe I wanna watch Steve fuck you,” You say it as a half joke, so if Eddie freaks out you can back up and say you were only kidding and he’ll somewhat believe you, but you’re looking at Eddie and he’s looking at you, and he’s not shooting you down or running away in disgust.

“You wanna get cucked by Steve Harrington?” Eddie bristles, and you laugh at how stupid it sounds, now that he’s saying it out loud. But a warmth pools in your belly at the thought, a flush takes over your face.

“I dunno, maybe I do.” You challenge, expecting Eddie to back down, but he looks at you all defiantly, crowding into your space, hands engulfing your hips. It’s a weird game of chicken, you think, and Steve is the unwilling pawn.

“Maybe you should call him then.” Eddie’s breath fans in your face and it makes you shiver, the faint smell of cigarettes and minty gum intoxicating. He leans in to kiss you, and you meet him halfway, getting wrapped up in the searing heat of it as he kicks your legs apart, slots one of his own in the space in between, and lets you grind against him until you're gasping and crying his name.

“Look at her, she looks real pretty sat there watching us, huh?” Steve’s attention goes to you, where you’re sat in his chair at the side of the bed, watching them with hooded eyes.

The pretty lacy underwear you put on had been worn at Steve’s request — “It’s only fair I get to see you both looking sweet for me, right?” He’d cooly said it down the phone, and it had you twirling the cord in your fingers with a blush spread across your cheeks. Steve had a sharp tongue, he knew how to fluster you.

He’s talking nonchalantly as if he’s not two fingers deep in Eddie’s ass, spreading him open and getting your boyfriend ready to take his cock. Steve is big, but you knew that anyway, Hawkins was a small town and everybody talked, you’d heard your fair share about Steve Harrington’s penis.

Eddie’s losing composure pretty quickly, fringe matted to his forehead and small little whimpers escaping his lips, noises going right to your cunt. He was always submissive, even for you, but this was something entirely different — watching him being fucked open by Steve’s long fingers with his knees almost up at his chest.

“You think you can handle me nice now, hmm?” Steve grins down at Eddie, and you see him flex his wrist, crooking slightly until Eddie’s gasping for breath, fisting the sheets below him. His hard cock kicks up against his belly, slapping and leaving slick behind on his happy trail.

Eddie nods, throwing an arm over his eyes to shield them as Steve slips his wet fingers out, making hasty work of grabbing for the condom and lube next to him on the bed, tearing the foil with his teeth.

You watch through half lidded eyes in awe, Steve’s as hard as Eddie is and he’s not even been touched. He slides the condom down his length with ease, like he’d done it a hundred times before (and the rest, you bristle quietly). He pops the cap on the lube, slicking himself with it, exhaling a shuddery moan when he deftly wraps his own hand around his cock, the little bit of relief obviously feeling blissful.

“What do you say, babygirl? Think he’s ready for me?” Steve asks without even looking at you, shuffling forward between Eddie’s spread legs, catching the head of his cock on Eddie’s hole and eliciting a hiss in return.

You speak without even thinking, like your mouth can’t catch up with your brain, “I think so, Stevie. Give him what he’s been begging for, I know he can take it.”

Steve grabs at Eddie’s arm with his free hand, tearing it away from his eyes, forcing his head to the side, making Eddie look at you when you’re talking to him. There’s a glint in Eddie’s eyes as they lock with yours, he’s clearly enjoying this as much as both you and Steve are.

You watch with mouth agape as the head of Steve’s cock catches on Eddie’s hole, and he sinks into him with minimal effort. Eddie gasps and moans, his tummy muscles tensing up as Steve stretches him out, cock dragging along every little part of his walls.

“See why girls love it so much?” Steve grunts, just sitting there, bottomed out in Eddie’s ass and watching him curiously, “Feels good, right? The full feeling?”

“Yeah, shit, feels really good,” Eddie’s voice is choked, gravelly and it’s sending you reeling. They’re so much hotter together than you imagined, all tangled up together and panting like dogs in heat. Your tummy coils up with need, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you.

They both share a silent look between each other before Steve pulls out, shoving back in as quick as he left, testing the waters. Eddie’s back arches up off the bed, into Steve’s chest and the larger man uses it to his advantage, hooking an arm under Eddie’s back and setting a brutal pace.

It’s dirty, watching them fucking like animals. Steve’s fast, hard, the snap of his hips deafening in the otherwise silent room, just their moaning and heaving breaths breaking it up. Your pussy aches, your nipples are hard, unable to rip your eyes off of them.

Eddie’s face is screwed up in bliss, plump pink lips agape as he moans, his cock left untouched and desperate between them. Steve smiles down at him, and Eddie barks out a little chuckle in return, their demeanour losing credibility for just a moment. They’re probably thinking this is insane, they’d probably be right too.

The pool of precum in the dip of Eddie's belly makes your cunt clench, it's like nothing you'd ever seen before, watching him become a whimpering, messy, begging little thing like this. It does something to your insides that you never expected, clouds your brain, consumes you.

"You really gotta peg him some time, babygirl," Steve groans, unable to tear his eyes away from where his cock is sinking in and out of Eddie's needy, puffy hole, "He fucking loves it, don't you? Only time you've ever shut your mouth your whole damn life, honey."

Honey. Eddie whimpers, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, and you can't believe Steve is doing this to him, making him cry and beg silently for his cock, and you love it.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" You cock your head at Eddie and his eyes snap to meet yours, big brown orbs filled with wet tears, mouth open in a quiet moan, "You crying? Steve's cock's pretty big, huh?"

Your voice is sickly sweet, like saccharine, even though the condescending undertone is obvious. Eddie cries out, fingers digging into the meat of Steve's biceps and you let out a barking laugh, Steve joining in and you can tell Eddie's getting close with the way his cock leaks uncontrollably, the head turning purple, begging for release.

"Y'think we can make him come untouched, babygirl?" Steve asks, finally ripping his eyes away from Eddie to look at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, his composure is mind-blowing, the only sign that he's folding is the way his mouth hangs open with every harsh thrust into Eddie's ass.

"Hm, what do you think, baby?" Your eyes flit back to Eddie, and he's struggling, you can tell, the way his brows furrow together, nose scrunching up, "Think you can be a good boy and come for us? Come on Steve's thick cock?"

Eddie nods his head fervently, and Steve doubles down on his efforts, pinning Eddie by the throat with his large hand, squeezing down as he pounds into him, the slick, loud clapping echoing in the room and going right to your pussy. You know you're soaked through, probably leaving a damp patch on Steve's plush chair, but you can't find it in you to care.

“Kiss him, Stevie. He’s begging for it,” You can’t help the way the words keep tumbling out, your arousal getting the better of you as you watch them both. Steve throws a smirk in your direction, leaning forward and capturing Eddie’s lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into the heat of his mouth until Eddie’s gripping at his hair.

It’s wild, watching them going at it like this. You take the bait, the noises and visuals getting the best of you and you pull your legs up, slipping a hand deftly into your underwear. The slickness from your folds soak your fingers quickly and you whine quietly, making sure you don’t distract them as you touch yourself, fingers sliding over your clit in slow circles.

"S-Steve, god, fuck," Eddie's voice is hoarse, the first he's spoken since Steve sunk into him in one swift motion, wet with choked off sobs as his cock kicks up one last time and he's coming, slicking his belly and chest with his load.

You sit there, mouth agape as you watch his cock twitch, blurting out the last little spurts as Steve's hips begin to stutter, in a telltale sign that he's close now, Eddie clamping down on him like a vice clearly enough to do it for him.

"Fuck, holy fuck," Steve's hand slides from Eddie's throat and instead meets Eddie's hip, grip so tight it's going to leave bruises. It's oddly endearing, the way Eddie is looking up at him with half lidded eyes, and Steve is looking back like they're the only people in the room, and you'd be lying if it didn't cause a pang in your chest, "You're so fucking tight, taking me so well, m'gonna -"

Steve doesn't even get the words out before he's coming, shoving into Eddie's ass to the hilt and moaning in his ear, filling the condom with his thick release. You shove any thoughts to the back of your head, ears ringing with Steve's noises, shooting straight to your core.

You might've known Steve wouldn't be chivalrous, with the way he throws himself down on top of Eddie like a fucking heathen, causing Eddie to grunt out a small 'oomf'.

It's like what just happened, never really happened at all, with the way they start play fighting like a pair of idiots as Steve's cock slips out of Eddie, shoving at each other and laughing.

"Get off me, you fucking brute of a man." Eddie huffs and puffs, until Steve is pulling himself back up onto his haunches, letting Eddie breathe. It should be weird, watching your boyfriend and his best friend like this, but it isn't - it's like this was how your dynamic was meant to be, in an odd way.

"I always knew you were a bottom," Steve chuckles, throwing a glance in your direction, and you meet his eyes with a wide smile, "Think it's time we gave your girl some attention, Munson. What do you think?"

You glance over at Eddie who's looking at you with worried eyes and a furrowed brow, almost like he forgot you were there and now he needs to make sure you're okay. You nod your head just once, barely a motion, but Eddie gets it, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, "C'mere, sweetheart. Let us take care of you."

And who were you to refuse these two men the opportunity of pleasuring you?

#steddie smut #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington x you #smut #x reader #my fanfic #candy’s smutty stocking stuffers

[bunnibaby-love]

Dr ratio with a cat girl reader 🧍‍♀️

Dr Veritas Ratio x F!Reader

♡ female cat reader + classroom sex + oral m!receiving + shoe humping + spanking

Apparently, you, a stray cat got taken by the Intelligentsia Guild. You maybe be willing to learn but you we're too clumy. Your cat tail just gets everywhere. Plus you are easily distracted because of your cat nature

It was annoying Dr Ratio to his nerves. He hates dumb and idiots that can't pay attention on his lessons.

Surely a silly kitty like you deserves a punishment

"Ngh...hurts..!" you whimper and shake your ass when another slap from his stick hit your ass. Tears forming from your eyes and a pout but he didn't bulge 'No more Dr Ratio...mhm!"

"You keep disturbing my lessons. Tell me what do you want?" he grins when he see your tail moving around so he grips it "Wearing this mini skirt what a slut..."

"I..like you Dr..." you blush like cherries when you confess after getting multiple spanks "um i..i want you too notice me"

He's amuse of how bold you are. He gets many compliment and confession but to think you will go out your way doing all tricks to caught his attention interest him

"Well you see...i hate dumb and naughty kitties" you whimper. Of course you knew that! "But maybe you can make me proud with other way.." you tried to tilt your head to him and he is grinning

He sat down on his chair and you are left bending on his desk "I wanna see how good you are little girl" he motioned you to kneel infront of him so he did "Kitties loves treats don't they?"

You quickly lick his clothed sex and he chuckled. You looked up and he is back at reading his book but you keep going. You use your mouth to unzip his pants and pull down his boxer

His shalf slapped you face and beads of precum gets on your cheeks. "Ngn..please Sir..can...i?" you feel his shoe rubbed your bare cunt and take it as answer to start giving kitten licks on his mushroom tip

You wanna impress him as always and so you took all of him on one deep suck as you gagged but he just caress your cat ears. "Aah...you're good at this.." being complimented by him is the biggest achievement anyone could asked for! you took him deeper with each bob of you head

You grind your cunt on his shoes more for relief while taking all of him. "Take me all yeah?" you moaned and he cums deep down your throat

You remove your mouth to catch your breath but all of his thick loads dropped on the floor. "S..sorry...Sir" he looks displeased by it

"I have a lesson in 3 minutes kitty..." he starts zipping his pants again that makes your purr because of disappointment "You better clean it real quick unless the guild might kick you with how dirty you are"

He crossed his legs and you hurridly started to lick your essence and his cum off his shoes. Hopefully the floor won't be very dirty...

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio #dr ratio smut #smut

[kayesfanfics]

Before He Cheats (Striker x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You’re a farmhand on Rough n’ Tumbleweed Ranch. When your boyfriend cheats on you, Striker is there to pick you back up.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, cursing, sexual content

A/N: This is inspired both by Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, and cowboy Pedro Pascal but with Striker, my fav cowboy. Also I’m like super proud of this ngl. Enjoy~

“That’s it, Sallie May! I’m burning down his house! His car! That fucker thinks he can sleep with some bitch and come crawlin’ back ta me?! Imma kill him! I will!” You ranted to your best friend, pacing back and forth in the family houses kitchen.

“I told ya that guy was no good, Y/N.” Sallie May shrugged from her spot sitting on the counter, watching you kick around the legs of a chair you had smashed to bits when you had gotten the text. Your boyfriend had cheated, and he only just now got around to telling you…THREE WEEKS LATER. He didn’t even have the balls to tell you in person, he had to do it over text so he didn’t face your wrath head on…but to be honest, that was a smart move. If he were here, you probably would’ve actually killed him.

“He told me I was different! He said he loved me!” You shouted, enraged and heartbroken.

“They always say that, darlin’.” A voice from somewhere behind you purred. You turned around, seeing the other farmhand of Rough n’ Tumbleweed Ranch.

“Hello, Striker.” You muttered, before finally bending down to pick up the ruined chair you had broken and had been tossing around the room, setting the pieces on the table.

“What’s with the chair?” Striker asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Y/N lost her shit.” Sallie May grinned as she hopped off the counter to grab a broom and sweep up the splinters of wood littering the floor.

“Aw, now why’s that, doll?” Striker asked, chewing on a piece of wheat.

“My goddamn boy-EX boyfriend, cheated on me weeks ago, and just now told me over TEXT! Can you believe that?! What kinda coward-“

“Oh, I can believe it. The men ‘round these parts are…sleazy.” He said, tossing the wheat piece in the pile of wood chips.

“Oh, excluding you, I presume?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well now, I ain’t no saint, but I’m no cheater. No honor in that.” He grinned as he approached you. “How abouts we head down to the bar, huh? Get some drinks, forget about that loser?”

“That…could be nice.” You admitted, blushing a little at how close Striker had gotten to you.

“What, I don’ get no invitation?” Sallie May piped up, grinning at you.

“Tell your mama I’m real sorry about the chair and I’ll fix it later. Please, Sallie May?” You whispered the last part to her. Everyone who had eyes had the hots for Striker, and she knew this could be a good lay to get your mind off your ex and move on quicker. So she finally nodded, and you winked at her before telling Striker you were gonna quickly change out of your dirty work gear.

You put something a little more bar-friendly on, making sure to choose a shirt that showed some extra cleavage, and a pair of jeans that made your ass look even better. Striker smirked and held an arm out for you to hold as he walked you out to his horse, Sallie May waving to you with a teasing grin on her face. You smiled when you reached Bombproof, petting the hell beast while Striker got the saddle ready, before helping you up and getting on himself. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he rode into town, heading to one of the nicer saloons in the area. Since you were deep in the country of Wrath, there was a place to tie your horse where they had a trough of water for them, and Striker held out his hand to help you off and walk you into the bar. The place was rather lively with twangy country music playing, some people watching some sports game on the tv, and others at tables eating or playing pool. You went up to the bar with Striker, ordering your first round and chatting with him.

“So, what was so great bout that little boyfriend of yours anyways? From what I heard from Sallie May, he was a real piece of shit.” Striker asked you as you took a swig of your drink.

“She got to you while I was upstairs, huh?” You chuckled, setting your drink down and rolling your eyes at your best friend.

“Oh yeah. Talked my ears off about how he “kinda-sorta” cheated before, he yelled at you a lot, you’re too forgivin’ of him, loved his car more than he loved you, yadda yadda.”

“That loud mouth.” You muttered under your breath before turning back to him. “Yeah, well, I learned my lesson. He was my first long term boyfriend, of course I let too much shit slide. But I won’ make that mistake twice.”

“Really? First boyfriend, huh?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Yer too pretty to just now have yer first boyfriend, sweet thing.” He winked at you before taking a sip of his drink, leaving you blushing up at him like some flustered schoolgirl.

“Quit that!” You smacked his arm playfully, knowing full well your face was red as a tomato. “I can’t imagine YOU’VE had many girlfriends yourself, tough guy.”

“And why’s that?”

“I don’ know, you don’ seem the type to like bein’ tied down is all.” You shrugged, tapping your nail on your glass.

“Yer right about that, I guess.” He sighed. “You got me, doll, I ain’t got much datin’ experience neither.”

“Oh? What about…experience with other relations?” You asked, a little more bold with some alcohol in your system.

“Whatcha mean by that, doll face?” Striker smiled back at you, both of you subconsciously leaning towards the other as you flirted.

You were about to answer, but man walked up to the both of you, knocking your drinks aside and the sticky liquid splashing all over you.

“Hey, watch it you-“ You were about to scold the person until you saw who it was. “You.”

“Yer gonna bitch at me bout cheatin while yer hangin off the arm of some random dick head?!” Your ex boyfriend yelled in your face drunkenly.

“Hey, back off her, dick head!” Striker shoved him off of you.

“Who the fuck are you anyways?” Your ex asked him, trying to puff out his chest and stand taller.

“Don’ matter, that ain’t how ya talk to her, sleaze bag.” Striker growled down at the man.

“Oh, so yer gonna hide behind this asshole, huh Y/N? I thought you were ‘sposed at be tough! You just gonna bend over fer him too?”

Your anger finally boiled over, and you pushed Striker aside to face your ex yourself. You decked him in the face so hard he fell backwards onto his ass, knocking over some other peoples table and getting food and drinks spilled all over himself. You glowered down at him, wanting to beat the shit out of him, but Striker snatched you up and dragged you out of the bar before you got into too much trouble. You yelled at Striker to let you go, squirming against his hold on you.

“Calm down, missy, before ya hurt yourself.” Striker said, only setting you down and letting go when you calmed down. You tried to rush past him back into the bar, but he was prepared and stopped you again.

“Let me kill him! Just a little!” You huffed as he drug you further away from the bar entrance.

“Not tonight, darlin’. Maybe another day, huh?” He suggested, letting you go again once you were drug out to the parking lot. You crossed your arms and pouted, needing to let your rage out somehow. Suddenly in your chaotic mind, a single thought stood out to you.

“His car.” You mumbled, looking around the parking lot.

“What’s goin on in that pretty lil head of yers?” Striker asked as he followed you, your eyes scanning the cars.

“His stupid fuckin’ car. He always loved that thing more than me.” You explained, smiling devilishly when you finally saw it. You went up to the souped-up sports car. “He spent more money on it than anything, its customized with some expensive ass shit.”

Striker grinned when he realized what you wanted to do. He even pulled a knife out of his belt and handed it to you, looking around for something else to use on the car. In a trash bin he saw a metal rod sticking put of it, so he grabbed it and watched you circle the nice car like a shark with its prey. The screech of metal on metal signaled you were digging the knife into he custom paint job, carving your name into it proudly. You got down and slashed his tires, stabbing them and watching them deflate before going to the other side of the car to give it the same treatment. Striker watched proudly as you destroyed this mans car, smirking and joining you not long after by smashing the windows in with the metal rod. You laughed when he joined in, stabbing the side of the car more and prying it open to give you access to the inside. You slashed his nice leather seats, tearing them to shreds and till the stuffing was falling out and flying in the air. You got out of the car and grabbed the metal rod from Striker, beginning to beat the shit out of this car, pretending it was your ex himself.

“Alright, alright, we gotta get outta here!” Striker said after letting you have your fun for awhile, but when some customers began to leave the bar, he knew it was time to go. You dropped the rod and took his hand, running off to the horses and getting on Bombproof while Striker untied him from the fence. You heard screaming in the distance, cackling when you realized it was your exes high pitched shrieks as he saw what had happened to his car.

“Come on, come on!” You laughed as Striker got on his horse, galloping away into the night. You listened to the screeches and screams of your ex with a smile on your face, reveling in the moment.

“He’s gon be so pissed when he sees your name on that thing!” Striker laughed loudly.

“So worth it!” You shouted back. “Thank you, Striker!”

“Not a problem, darlin’! You ready ta go home?” He asked as he slowed Bombproof down, far enough away from the bar you didn’t need to worry anymore.

“How abut we…” You smiled as your hands around his waist traveled further down his body. You felt hot and bothered after that adrenaline rush, and if you were being honest with yourself, you’ve been wanting to fuck this handsome cowboy for much longer than just tonight.

“One hotel room, comin’ up.” Striker smirked, before smacking his tail on Bombproof to make him run off. You held onto him as he raced the two of you to the nearest motel, tying Bombproof up at another fence before taking your hand and leading you to the front desk. Once the clerk handed him the room key, the two of you rushed up to the room together.

As soon as the door was opened, you turned Striker around to finally kiss him. He tasted of his drink and cigarettes, his lips rough but skilled as he kissed you back. He tapped on your thigh and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up, squeezing your ass through your jeans as he kicked the door shut behind him. He walked up to the bed, bending over to set you down as his lips never once left yours. You felt his bulge through his own jeans, his hips humping into your own, causing you to moan. He took the opportunity to stick his snake like tongue into your mouth, clawing at you as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He stood up to begin stripping, smiling as you watched himself shed his clothes intently.

“Been wantin’ to do this fer a long time, pretty girl.” He purred, now completely shirtless and his hat tossed across the room onto a lamp. He bent over you again, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lifted your arms for him to take your shirt off and toss it over his shoulder, before his hands went under you to unclasp your bra. He lowly whistled when he saw your bare breasts, a hand squeezing one and playing with it while his mouth made its way to your neck, attaching to it with his teeth, leaving a bite mark before sucking a hickey into it. You moaned and arched your back, your chest pressing further into his hands as they both now groped your soft breasts, his breath heavy as he felt your body and marked you up with his mouth.

“Striker…” You moaned quietly, your own hands clawing at his back, leaving your own marks as well.

“We’re not at the farm, darlin’. We ain’t never gon see any of these people here, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar~” He groaned as your hips started to grind into his.

“Then hurry up and make me scream~” You moaned, biting your lip as he stood back up, kicking his boots off before taking yours off, tossing them near the door.

He pulled at your jeans, and you lifted your hips off the bed so he could take them off of you. He then took his own jeans off, his bulge much more prominent now through the thin fabric of his boxers. You sat up on the bed and nearly drooled as you stared at his crotch, imagining what he looked like underneath those boxers. You looked up at him with doe eyes as you slid off the bed onto your knees, two fingers hooking under the waistband, looking up for a nod of approval before you slipped his boxers off of him, his hard-on slapping against his abdomen once set free.

“Fuck, Striker…” You drooled over him, licking your lips before kissing the tip of his cock. He groaned at your action, a hand instinctively tangling into your hair, pushing you closer to him. You obediently opened your mouth, letting him shove his cock into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged a bit at the contact, but slowly got used to it as your throat began to relax.

“Good girl…” Striker panted, his nails scraping your scalp, making you moan around his length. You slowly started to bob your head up and down his shaft, your tongue licking up and down the underside of his cock. Striker hissed as you sucked him off so good, hips bucking into your face as his grip on your hair tightened. “Fuck, Y/N! You must’ve never given that dipshit head, he never woulda cheated if you did!”

The reminder of your ex only made you more determined to make Striker cum down your throat. You wanted every thought of that loser to be replaced with Striker, every memory of sex to be with Striker instead of him. You began to bob your head faster and suck harder, Striker nearly stumbling over when you did that, holding onto the bed behind you for support as his eyes squeezed shut at your actions. He soon came down your throat, his hand holding you in place so that your nose was pressed up against his abs so not a drop spilled from your mouth. Once he came down from his high he let you go and backed up to give you room to stand, catching his breath as you sat back up on the bed in front of him.

“Shit, baby.” Was all he could say as he panted, more turned on now than ever as you batted your pretty eyes up at him. “Lay on back now, it’s time I returned the favor~”

You smiled sheepishly before lying back on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Striker kneel down in front of you, his own fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips for him once again to allow him to slip them off, a sexy grin adorning his face as he grabbed your thighs and propped them on either of his shoulders.

“Fuck me…” He muttered, kissing up your thighs and his eyes never leaving your glistening pussy. “Baby doll, you really are Satan’s favorite, huh?”

You didn’t have the chance to answer him, his tongue flicking over your clit stopping you. You whimpered at the feeling, it had been so long since you had received head from someone, and you knew his long tongue would hit the right spots. You moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly but enough to have your head tossing back and our back arching off the bed. You whined out his name as you gripped at the sheets below you, his tongue flicking across your folds before delving into your hole. One of his hands let go of your thigh so his fingers could rub your clit in slow but firm circles, his tongue working inside of you. You squirmed on the bed but his other hand held you firmly, one of your own hands flying to grab one of his horns, pushing him further into your cunt. He let out a muffled moan of surprise, but didn’t argue as he continued to eat you out like a starved man, the hand on your thigh digging its claws into your soft flesh. You ground your hips into Strikers face, feeling yourself reaching the edge. You moaned out a warning to him, and he moaned into your cunt as his fingers rubbed your clit faster and his tongue went impossibly deeper inside of you. You let out a high pitched squeak at the feeling, loudly moaning out Strikers name as you quickly toppled over the edge, your hips and legs shaking and spasming from how intense your orgasm was. Once you settled down and Striker licked you clean, he finally stood back up and caged you between his arms, grinning down at you as you caught your breath.

“Fuck, cowboy…” You breathed out before leaning up to kiss him, moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth.

“I got some more surprises fer ya, darlin’. You wanna do this ass up or not?” He asked. You answered him by crawling up further onto the bed, bending over for him. He grinned as he pumped his cock, crawling up to you and pressing his chest to your back, kissing the base of your neck to make you shiver as you hugged a pillow, preparing yourself for that addicting stretch you hadn’t felt in so long. “Ready?”

You nodded desperately, Strikers body pressing against yours left your skin burning for more of him. You moved a hand to reach for his, and he chuckled but intertwined his fingers with yours, before aligning himself and beginning to push into you. You squeezed his hand and moaned as his cock began to stretch you open, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut as you buried your face into the pillow below you. Striker kissed you on your bare shoulder as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand comfortingly, he own eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. Once he was bottomed out, he awaited for you to tell him he could start moving. Your hips started to move against his, and he took it as a sign to keep going. He slowly pulled out halfway before snapping his hips back into you, smiling at the little squeak you let out at the action. He started moving his hips faster and faster, the hand holding yours being nearly crushed as you held onto it. You moaned lewdly as his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you, whining and beginning to shake as you felt yourself approaching an orgasm again already. Striker chuckled as he felt your cunt squeeze him and your breathing becoming erratic as you neared your high.

“Don’ be embarrassed, sweet thing, cum for me~” He whispered into your ear encouragingly, freeing his hand from your grip to pinch and rub at your clit, a choked moan escaping your lips as you immediately came around his cock, Striker groaning at how you squeezed around him so tightly.

“S-Striker!” You nearly screamed as your body shook violently beneath him.

“That’s right, Y/N, scream my name~” He panted as he felt himself nearing his second orgasm of the night. He continued to pound into you, screams escaping you as your sensitive pussy was being overstimulated. He pulled out briefly to flip you over onto your back, desperate to see your face. He shoved his cock back into you, your breasts bouncing at the force he used to fuck you into the mattress. You began to babble incoherently as your eyes crossed and rolled back, Striker smiling smugly at how you unraveled around him.

“I-I’m almost there, Y/N.” He warned you, your legs clamping around him now allowing him to pull out.

“C-Cum in me!” You whimpered, feeling yet another orgasm coming on.

“You sure?”

“Just do it!” You screamed, your claws digging into his back to keep him in place.

His hips shot into yours as he came, groaning and panting as you also came with him, your juices squirting all over his dick as you both clutched onto the other desperately. Once you both came down from your highs, Striker collapsed on top of you, both of you trying to catch your breaths as your grips loosened on the other. After a few minutes, Striker stumbled out of bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping both of you down and tossing it onto the floor before getting back into the bed with you. He pulled you close, noticing your thighs still twitching from the intense squirting orgasm you had.

“Nobody’s…ever made me…d-do that…” You panted, tilting your head to face him, but not having the strength to move your body yet.

“Well…glad to be a stand out.” He chuckled as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.

“Striker…” You swallowed harshly. “I…”

“Save it for the mornin, doll.” He interrupted you, pulling you close to him and shutting his eyes. You nodded dumbly, not having the thoughts or energy to argue with him. Plus, this was nice, just being held by him so intimately, singing and letting morning you figure out your relationship with the man. For now, you just curled into his touch and buried your face into his chest.

#helluva boss striker #striker x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Cherry Chapstick

Pairing: Armin x reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Armin refuses to let you use his chapstick. No worries, you have other ideas on how to keep your lips from getting chapped.

(also just pretend chapstick is canon in the aot universe for the sake of the fic 😭)

Another long and grueling day of training was finishing up. The sun was setting through the huge forest of trees.

“Alright, trainings over! Rest up and be ready to head back in 15 minutes.” The squad leader said with his barking voice.

Your squad leader liked doing various training sessions with just your squad, something about strengthening the bond and making it easier to tag team during expeditions.

Landing on one of the branches to catch your breath, you sat against the bark let your body slouch for the first time that day.

“Tired?”

Looking up at the voice, Armin was standing in front of you. His new shorter blond locks shifting gently in the breeze as his pretty blue eyes locked on your figure. He was one of your closest friends. The friendship was honestly ideal with him giving you the guidance that you needed while you encouraged him when he was feeling insecure.

You nodded at him through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. “I’m so glad we have a day off tomorrow, I’ll probably spend it sleeping.”

Armin returned a smile at your words. “You’re almost there, (y/n). I’m sure your bed misses you too.” While you laughed at him, Armin squatted down next to you.

“What do you got planned tomorrow?” You asked and leaned your head against the tree. He pulled his green cloak tighter around his shoulders when the breeze kicked in.

“Probably go out into the valley and find a nice place to read.”

“By yourself? What about Eren and Mikasa?” You raised an eyebrow. The trio was pretty much inseparable.

Armin waved off your question with his hand. “They wanted to go into the city and I’m tired of third-wheeling. It wasn’t much fun as kids and still isn’t now.”

Nodding your head, you gazed once more at the sun just about to set. The orange hues casting over the green plains.

Armin finally sat down on the branch, his leg brushing up against yours. “God, I can’t stand this weather.” He muttered and started to fish for something out of his pocket.

With curious eyes, you saw him pull out a small tube. Chapstick? He uncapped it and gently spread it on his lips.

Armin chuckled when he caught you staring at him. “What? My lips are chapped.”

“I can see that.” You could also see his plump pink lips all shiny from the substance. “What flavor is it?”

“Cherry.” He pocketed the chapstick.

You inched over to him. Cherry was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic that forever held your heart. You were about to ask him for some when he seemed to have read your thoughts and immediately shut you down.

“No, you can’t have any.”

Instantly shocked at his words, your mouth was agape and you crossed your arms with a pout. “What, why?”

Honestly, you couldn’t care less… well maybe you cared a little bit. But being petty and dramatic was more fun however, especially in front of Armin.

“(Y/n), don’t take this the wrong way, but anything you touch immediately disappears.”

Ok, now you cared a lot a bit. “No it doesn’t!”

“Oh, you defended yourself real quick there, huh? Alright, tell me where Sasha’s hairbrush is.” Armin had a smile on his face as he rested his arm on his propped up knee. Sasha lent you her brush one day and it was never seen again. She made you buy her a new one the next day.

Your silence was the answer he needed.

“Maybe you know where Mikasa’s training gloves are?”

Again, more silence. She’d let you borrow them for training and you stupidly set them down when it was windy.

“Oh, wait! My blue sweater? Haven’t seen that in a while and you were the only person I lent it to.”

It was a rather chilly morning one day, so Armin lent you his infamous blue sweater.

Manipulative little bastard.

A slight blush dusted your cheeks. You glared at the blonde and scoffed. “I feel like this isn’t just about chapstick.”

Arming gave out a chuckle. “It is, (y/n). Don’t worry.” With that, Armin rose to his feet and patted your head as he walked along the branch.

Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction when his fingertips rubbed your scalp.

“I can’t even have a little?”

“No.”

Ugh, be like that then.

———

Your squad eventually had to make the journey back home. Riding next to Armin, your horses ran in sync as you both gave each other little glances every few minutes.

“Can I have some of that chapstick now?” Your voice rang over thundering steps of the horses.

“No.” Armin replied.

“But my lips are chapped!”

“Figure it out.” He shouted back.

Oh I will.

———

“Finally home.” You moaned and jumped off your horse and led her to the stables. Your body ached and sleep was all you were craving. It was dark by the time you guys got back and your squad leader gave his appreciation by quickly dismissing everyone.

Maybe I’ll skip dinner. I’m so tired.

Thoughts flowing through your head as you undressed your horse of her gear. Hanging the saddle on a peg, you brushed her mane and fed her some carrots.

“Eat up, Star. My pretty girl.” You cooed, gently running your hand over her nose. Another set of steps disrupted your intimate moment with Star.

Turning around, your eyes softened at Armin, who led his horse over by the reins.

“Hey, stranger.” He teased and began working on his horse. You smiled back at him and it was silent for a few moments, just the sound of the equipment clinking with movement.

You turned to look at him only to give a dry chuckle when you saw him pulling out his stupid cherry chapstick again. The stupid smile never left his face as he applied it.

“Ar-”

“No chapstick, (y/n).”

Damn.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say!”

Armin turned to meet your gaze with raised eyebrows. “What was it then?”

Shit. Think (y/n).

Armin chuckled as the silence answered his question. His hands gently brushed through his horse’s mane. “You’re a bad liar.”

A scoff left your lips. “I don’t like this new attitude of yours.”

Over time, Armin slowly broke out of his shell, no longer the dorky and nervous kid he once was- even though you loved that about him. Now, he was comfortable enough to speak his mind without a second thought, even to you.

“Get used to it, (y/n). Looks like you’ll have to find another way to keep your lips moisturized.”

You didn’t like the snarky look he had on his face. A sudden idea popped into your head. As Armin finished settling his horse for the night, you caught his wrist as he walked by.

A confused look adorning his features when he turned to look at you.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him towards you and stood on your toes. Lifting your head, your lips quickly planted themselves onto his.

You could tell he was caught of guard. His blue eyes widened at the sudden action and a startled whimper escaped him. It was kinda hot honestly. Pulling away, you rubbed your lips together and popped them. “Mmm, gotta love cherry.”

His lips were partly opened and a red rouge covered his face. He still couldn’t believe it.

“U-uh, I-”

“Night, Armin. See ya tomorrow.” You smiled innocently at him before brushing past him to leave.

His hand latched onto your elbow and pulled you back. Raising an eyebrow at him, Armin gripped both your shoulders before pulling you back in, lips meeting yours once more. His back was crouched down a little to meet your height. Now it was your turn to be surprised.

Oh. Oooh

He moaned slightly against your lips when you started kissing back.

The kiss lasted a few seconds before Armin slowly pulled away from you. You both were slightly panting from the adrenaline and the eye contact between you both never broke.

“There.” His hands still gripped your shoulders. “That should last you a bit.” With that, his hand moved just below your ear, his thumb brushing over your jawline.

Armin finally snapped himself of whatever trance you had on him and gave a small smile. “Meet me here tomorrow at noon, that’ll give you plenty of time to sleep in and you can join me in the valley.”

“O-okay.”

Without another word, Armin left the stables. Your mind ran crazy with thoughts. Yes, you kissed him first, but you didn’t expect him to actually want to kiss you again.

How in the world did he play the game better than you? It was your idea-

—————

The sun shines brightly through the curtains of your room. You let out a groan as the stiffness in your muscles were more prominent from yesterdays training.

Looking at the clock on the wall- 8:25 am.

You can still catch breakfast before it ends and relax a bit before meeting up with Armin.

Oh yeah…

What a peculiar night. You honestly thought Armin would either be confused or disgusted when you kissed him. Not flustered. Him kissing you on his own also surprised you. The little manipulators all grown up now.

You got up and threw on some random clothes, heading to the dining hall.

You quietly ate your food, only a few soldiers remained in the dining hall since breakfast was ending soon.

Time slowly passed by, and you decided to take a nap in your bed for another hour or two before leaving. The nap only left you more tired. After changing into a more presentable outfit, a simple button up and a long skirt, you threw your favorite sweater over. The material was soft and the fading but familiar scent was comforting to you.

Your footsteps were slow as you walked to the stables. The soreness in your body along with the tiredness still swirled in your system.

“(Y/n), over here.” Armin called out to you as he led his horse outside his stall. “Perfect timing, I was just getting ready to- is that my sweater?”

Oops. Yes, yes it was.

“Maybe.”

“I thought you said you lost it!”

“I never said I lost it.” You yawned. “Just never wanted to give it back to you.”

Armin chuckled and was a bit surprised at your words, he climbed on his horse and turned down to you, hand extended. “You ready?”

Nodding, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. Your legs straddled the horse and your hand hesitantly grazed his waist. It wasn’t until Armin flicked the reigns and the horse quickly trotted forward that you decided to wrap your arms tightly around his waist as he navigated through the towns.

“You good there?” He joked and placed his hand on top of your clasped ones that pressed against his abdomen.

—————

“You look nice in my sweater.” Armin commented, trekking his fingers gently through your scalp.

The warm breeze swayed the grass and wildflowers surrounding you. The meadow Armin took you to was beautiful this time of year.

Your head currently rested on his thigh. Armin was sat against a willow tree, a book in his other hand. Every so often, his hand would leave your head to turn the page and gently return.

“It’s mine now.” You mumbled through closed eyes. Armin insisted you try to nap again while he read. However, no one brought up the situation from last night. At the moment it almost seemed like it never happens. No one acknowledged it.

“Of course it is.” He said with a smile before taking his hand away from your head. He shifted and buried his hand in the pocket of his trousers. His leg raised your head slightly as he moved. “Sorry, I just can’t- dammit where is it?”

You craned your neck to see his agitated face. “What happened?”

“I can’t find my chapstick.” He muttered with a frown.

A giggle erupted from your mouth, making him look at you. “And you say I lose stuff?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

You both returned to your original positions with you head still resting on his lap. The breeze continued to blow and you glanced at Armin to see the tips of his blonde hair blow across his face. The shorter hair really suited him.

You let out a small sigh and pulled the sweater tighter around your frame. Reaching into the small pocket, you pulled something out.

Uncapping it, you gently applied it to your lips and didn’t miss the way Armin was staring at you dumbfounded. The label was clearly a different color than his. No, this one was yours. All yours.

“It’s strawberry and before you ask- no you can’t have any. I wouldn’t want you to lose this one too.” A devilish smirk crossed your face. Payback was a bitch. If he could be petty, so could you.

Armin sat back and mumbled something incoherent. His book was now discarded to the side and his arms were crossed with a pout. Memories of last night flooded his thoughts.

The way he held you. The way he looked at you. How you tasted.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes and rubbed the substance coating your lips together. He was staring at you.

You let out a small laugh as he pulled your body up and lowered himself down closer to you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes stared into yours before darting to your lips, then back to your eyes. He was so close. Then as if he decided it was right, Armin’s lips were encasing yours once more.

You gave a small sigh into the kiss and your fingers raked through his blonde hair.

Armin’s tongue gently swiped against your bottom lip and before you could open your mouth for more, he pulled away.

“You’re right.” He said and rubbed his own lips together. “Cherry does taste better.”

You were a little disappointed at the sudden break in contact. Sitting your body up, you faced him. “We can get you more when we head back into town.” You offered and avoided your gaze.

Maybe he was just getting payback for last night?

Armin rolled his eyes and pulled you back towards him. “Yeah that sounds good, but I like this option better.”

And he kissed you again. More passionately this time.

He suddenly pulled your body against his so you were fully sat in his lap, emitting a small squeal from you. Your legs curled into his side and his hands were placed at your waist, thumb brushing your hip.

“Thank you for coming with me.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Just take me out and we’ll call it even.” You replied, your arm wrapping around his neck.

“Okay.”

——

Taglist: @cullenswife

(Lmk if you wanna be added <3)

#armin x you #armin arlert #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot fluff #aot imagines #aot drabbles #armin x reader #armin arlet fluff #armin arlet x you #armin arlet x reader #aot headcanons #armin fluff #armin arlet imagines #armin arlet headcanons

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Fluff concept!

Klay and reader are expecting their first baby. Ever since he found out that reader was pregnant, he's been way more affectionate. Now that The Thompson Bump (he's so proud of that nickname) finally has made an appearance, he basically won't leave her side unless he really has to. At night, he rubs her belly with cocoa butter and tells the baby a goodnight story (one night it's an exaggerated tale of how he and mommy met!)

"Babe", you waddled into the bathroom, your hands occupied with an apple and a spoon of peanut butter, your latest pregnancy craving. You were about 6 months pregnant, and your belly was finally covering up your feet, making getting dressed every morning and ready for bed every evening an exhausting chore.

"Can you unbutton my jeans, I can't see down there anymore." You giggled, taking the final bite of your apple.

"Yeah, babe, one sec." Klay looked over at you from the sink as he finished shaving, a bit of shaving cream still on his neck. He wiped it away before turning his attention to you.

"Your pants are already unbuttoned." He bent down to look under your belly just to double check.

"Are you kidding me?", you huffed, scowling, "I ran errands today with my jeans open?! Probably showed off my granny panties to everyone too!" You gently sat down on the bed, letting your feet dangle as you rubbed your belly. "I never thought pregnancy brain was real, but I am living proof that it is."

Klay walked over you to, chuckling to himself as he bent over to press a kiss to your stomach. "Its okay, I'm sure no one even noticed, baby." His low, even voice was immediately reassuring to you, it could make you believe anything. "And you get a pass because you're so damn beautiful." You blushed, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks.

"Here, let me help you." Klay refused to watch you struggle to get up off the bed, extending his hands out to you and helping you to your feet. "Where are you going?" His question was laced with concern, ever since you got pregnant, he was extra careful of you, watching every step you took to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

"Just to shower, babe." Your belly shook as you laughed while walking to the closet to get a clean pair of pajamas.

"I'll get everything you need, just go ahead and shower, mama." Klay ushered you over to the bathroom, his hands on your lower back. You tried your best to hide your smile. If your husband wanted to dote on you, you weren't going to decline.

"Don't forget my socks please!" you called out from the shower, relishing the feeling of the hot water cascading over your sore body.

"Got it." He replied back to you, laying everything out on your side of the bed so it was easy for you to get dressed.

"And my lotion please?" You stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a warm, fluffy towel. Klay stood in front of your vanity, searching for your cocoa butter lotion. "Its in the top drawer", you directed him.

You took your time getting dressed before Klay helped you into the bed, tucking your legs underneath the blanket. You already felt your eyelids getting heavy as he began to gently rub the lotion onto your stomach. This had become a nightly ritual for the two of you, giving you a chance to relax, and Klay some quality time with you and the baby.

"He's about the size of a cauliflower today." You smiled at Klay's remark, placing your hand on his as he waited for the baby to kick. "How are you so sure its a boy?" The two of you had decided to wait until the birth to find out the gender of your first born.

"I don't know", he shrugged, "I only have brothers, and I just have a feeling that the Thompson bump is gonna be a boy." You cringed at the nickname, holding your tongue because you knew how much he loved it. "Well I love our cauliflower already, boy or girl." Klay hummed in agreement.

He pressed a few light kisses to your belly, the sensation tickling you. "What do you think about the name Wilson?" He asked casually, laying down next to you so he could press his cheek to your stomach. You scrunched your nose in disapproval. "Uh, huh, that was the name of my ex-boyfriend's dog."

Klay chuckled, "which boyfriend?", he trailed his fingers against your skin. "The one I was dating before I met you."

"Your mom would never admit it, but I knew she was in love with me the first time we met." Klay directed his words to the baby, chuckling to himself.

"Don't lie to our unborn baby, Klay!" you playfully slapped him on the arm. "You were definitely in love with me first."

"Don't listen to her, Wilson. She said I love you on the third date. She was crazy about me. She saw me put up those 60 points in a game, and she was all over me."

"We are not naming our baby, Wilson! If you want to know the truth, I knew you were the one on the first date, I just didn't want to seem too eager." Klay sat up, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

"Don't worry, I knew you were the one on our first date, too."

#klay thompson #klaythompson #klay thompon x reader #klay thompson fan fiction #klay thompson imagine #nba fan fiction

[sugar-omi]

hiiiiii guess whose ass is getting kicked by uni 🥲

I’m not dead yet BUT I’m procrastinating by watching tiktoks and I saw one where a girl was buying furniture and choosing based on how easily/comfortably she could bend over it and I just 💀💀💀

imagine doing that w cove while furniture shopping for ur first apartment/house lmaoooo he would fucking die telling u not to act up in public 😭

save me

-🗑️

hiiii ! omg so real... im actually starting my apps for college soon n i am NOT ready to go back, i am so relaxed!!! 😭 im going part time but still... anyway good luck with your uni stuff!!! <3 you got this 💪 have a lil drabble to recharge, bc pls this is such a thought... IT'S SO FUNNY N I CAN SEE COVE BEING SO EMBARRASSED IN THE STORE, BUT ALSO I'D SO TEASE HIM AFTERWARDS...

nsfw, gn reader, couch sex

but wow. imagine it actually...

cove is so embarrassed when you're in the store, he's blushing and covering his face and he's running away when you "try out" the couch. he's so embarrassed and while you're having a good time he is dying

is so happy when you finally agree on a couch. it's a great couch, but also FINALLY! you can stop testing the couches

but of course, it all comes back around.. and eventually, you and cove end up doing it on the couch

he bends you over the sofa, fucking into you deep and fast, hunched over you, sweaty and touchy, constantly turning your head towards him for a kiss

his hands are forcing your hips down, his fingers digging into the fat of hips, your legs squished under his weight

you can't see it, but cove is greatly enjoying how your body is squishing under his hands, how you're burying your face in the cushion, the ripple of your ass from his thrusts... he's in heaven

when you finally finish, he collapses over your back, his head on your shoulder as he pants, trying to catch his breath...

"that was..." you pant.

"good?" cove finishes your sentence, his body still buzzing from that high.

"yeah, really fuckin' good, but.." you smirk, already anticipating cove's reaction. "the couch is definitely comfortable. we should do this again."

cove yelps, his arms tightening around your waist and he hides his face in your neck. "y/n!" he groans, his body shaking with your laughter

#i wanna fuck cove on the couch too... #“are you comfortable?” “i picked a good couch huh” #pls he'd hate me #olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut

[klausysworld]

shy reader who masturbated to the hot thoughts of klaus and felt guilty but he comforted her through that like asked questions of how many times has she thought of it, does she think of his fingers in her etc and helps her have her first real life experience with him because that is every girls dream 🫣

You’re mine now

-Part 2

i was lead on my back, my head rested against my pillows, my legs bent at the knee and open as i slowly touched my clit, i let my fingers rub lightly through my wetness before doing faster little circles on top my button and a little mewl slipped passed my lips. I closed my eyes and my mind began to wonder

the thought of Klaus’s hands replacing my own had my fingers moving faster and one dipping inside of me making my back arch and my breathing to increase. i imagined the way his middle and index would curl into my spot and have me moaning his name, which i did despite his absence.

i chewed on my bottom lip as i brought my other hand down to give my clit proper attention while my finger inside me became two and i whimpered thinking of Klaus’s hot tongue flicking my sensitive little sphere.

it was then i heard a door slam and fast footsteps. i panicked and quickly made sure the duvet was covering me, my hands left my body and gripped the covers trying to make it seem like i had woken from a nap. My door swung open and he walked in

“you would not believe those bloody witches- oh are you sick sweetheart?” i could feel the blush crawling up my neck and i buried further into the quilt. i shook my head and curled into a tight ball hoping that he wouldn’t spot my clothes on the floor by his feet, my heartbeat was moving a million miles a minute as i desperately tried not to glance at the disregarded underwear. His brows furrowed as he looked to where i was avoiding, his expression instantly changed to surprised and then amused making me embarrassed and sink further into the mattress

“i see…having some alone time are we love?” i refused to look anywhere near him

“you know it’s odd because i thought i heard you say my name when i got back, thought you wanted to see me…did you say my name lovely?” my skin was on fire and i felt my eyes grow watery

“i’m sorry” i whispered hoarsely my knees now pressed against my chest in an attempt to feel more covered

“woa, hey, no no don’t you be sorry, y/n, love, i was kidding, everyone does this it’s okay, you want me to go?” i hesitantly glanced back at him go see he was crouched so he was eye level, i swallowed thickly when i felt my clit pulse of his scent so close. I unconsciously shifted a little closer to him so i could feel the warmth radiating off of him. His eyes darkened as he looked at the outline of my body under the blankets

“perhaps i should stay” he whispered and reached a hand out to touch my cheek

“s..stay?” i questioned growing even more nervous, he nodded and leaned even closer to kiss the corner of my mouth, i could feel his breath mix with mine as he studied my face

“can i see you?” he asked as his fingers ran down my face and got a grip on the duvet ready to pull it down

“just a little bit” i uttered becoming a darker shade of pink. My body automatically tensed when he pulled the covers down to my hips, my knees were still against my chest so he couldn’t see my breasts. He pouted a little and tapped my knee

“just a glimpse sweetheart” he mumbled and i slowly pulled my legs down so he could see me better, he let a little groan out and trailed his fingertips to my nipples and circled them. I rolled onto my back and was more centre bed, he kicked his shoes off and got onto the mattress with me, he licked both his thumbs and index fingers before using them to roll my peaking nipples, his eyes stayed on mine as i kept my mouth welded shut so i wouldn’t embarrass myself in-front of him, my brows were pulled together and i bit my cheek when one hand moved south, he slowly pulled the duvet off to the side and breathed in deeply when he saw my thighs squeezed together

“oh love, if anyone’s to be embarrassed it’s me for not ravishing you sooner” he then placed both hands on my thighs and gently pushed them open so i could still stop him if i wanted to

“look how beautiful you are…” he was whispering and his eyes were trained on my heat as he brought his hand closer and his thumb barely skimmed my bundle of nerves but it still had me arching my back a little, i was still sensitive from touching myself just before so the lightest touch still sparked something inside me

he reached out and grabbed my hands and pulled them in between my legs

“show me sweetheart” i could feel my face heating up again and my heart racing as i hesitantly dipped two of my fingers into my dampness and then circled my clit

“relax y/n, you’re tense” i nodded and tried to calm my body. i gradually build up my pace until i was moving much faster on my nub, i then used my other hand to have two fingers inside of me, i could just reach my favourite spot when i curled them and i moaned out as i continued to hit into the sensational point within me. My eyes were shut tight and i’d sorta forgotten Klaus was actually there as i felt the overpowering burn aching to be let go and my fingertips hit the right area once twice, three more times before i came around my own fingers and the ones on my clit eventually came to a stop.

I closed my legs and let my body lay limp for a moment before i felt the bed move and i remembered who i was with. I quickly opened my eyes and sat up

“that was definitely something to keep in my mind forever love but i must say i felt left out…you didn’t say my name again” he pouted and gave my throat a little kiss and a nip. He then lifted me slightly so he was sat with me between his legs, he was leaning back against the headboard and pulled my back to his chest. His hands moved down and opened my legs again, his thumbs caressed my inner thighs as he smelled my hair

“do you picture someone else’s fingers inside of you instead of your tiny ones?” he questioned slowly inching closer to where i needed him. I nodded and spread my legs as far i could

“please” i whimpered my hands squeezing the sheets beneath us in anticipation

“whose hands?”

“your hands!” i huffed and i felt his lips press a kiss into my neck as his fingertips moved my wetness around making sure i was still stimulated enough, he then brought his middle finger just above my puffy clit and dragged it side to side, i groaned a little and pushed back against him

“what do you imagine love?”

i thought about it for a moment before carefully grabbing his wrists, i got his fingers soaked before pressing his hand against my sensitive clit once again while his others stroked my entrance, i bit the inside of my cheek again as he gently pinched my button before rubbing rhythmically

“how many do you want inside?” he mumbled with his face now in my neck

“just one for now…they’re bigger than mine” i swallowed nervously, he nodded and began gently sucking my neck as a finger sunk into me, i gasped as he went knuckle deep and curled it perfectly on the first try. My hips ground against his hands as he pumped his middle finger in and out slowly, still playing with my most sensitive part. His index joined his other one inside me and i felt myself stretch a little around them, i whimpered the first few times he moved them together but once adjusted it just got better. My head was thrown back while he sucked harsher to create marks down my throat

“is this what you think of love?” i nodded weakly as the tension started building up

“words sweetheart, how often?” i tried to think but my mind was clouded with him. His scent. His warmth. His mouth. His voice. His hands.

“often” i moaned when he lightly slapped my clit as i took too long to answer

“once a week?” he hummed, his pace becoming faster and then direction he moved on my clit changed making my back arch as much as i could and my hands gripped his arms

“more than that” i choked and my legs began to shake as i held my orgasm in

“every day?” he whispered behind my ear before sucking the spot

“some..sometimes yeah” he let out a low rumble and added another finger making me cry out and dig my nails into his forearms, my walls squeezed his fingers as they continued to dive much deeper than i could ever reach, brushing so many spots inside me i didn’t know how to respond.

“so fucking pretty like this love, gonna cum on my hand love?” i tightened more than i ever had around him as the tension broke and i gushed over his fingers, i let out panted moans and my body continued to rock against him. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips and sucking off the remains of my orgasm, i watched with my pupils blown and my mouth propped open. He groaned at the taste and wiped his fingers on his shirt before grabbing my face and kissing me forcefully, his tongue was instantly inside and i swallowed around it as he dominated my mouth. I turned over my body so i was straddling him while he kissed me, my hands gripped his henley and i whined against his lips as he pulled away and breathed deeply

“you will never need to touch yourself again do you understand? you come to me” i moaned quietly at his words and relaxed in his hold

“what if you’re busy?” i mumbled snuggling into his body heat as he led down with me on-top him and the covers pulled back up over us

“i’ll stop being busy” he replied simply and stroked my hair

“you’re mine now” he whispered but i couldn’t reply as i felt my eyes droop and my mind shut off into sleep

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus michaelson #klaus mikealson fanfiction #the originals #klaus mikaelson x y/n #niklaus imagines #klaus m #niklaus mikaelson #the vampire diares imagine #tvd klaus #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson headcanon #kol mikaelson #the vampire diaries #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson yandere #klaus mikealson smut #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x yn #tvd universe #klaus mikealson x reader #tvdedit #tvd smut #tvd imagine #tvdu #tvd x reader

[noirvette]

stan and kyle! w/ a plus size fem! reader headcanons!!

cws: swearing but otherwise just pure fluff aged up characters!

♡ STAN MARSH

Stan thinks you're THE cutest girl in the world and he's stoked that he's your bf. Like people will say "Oh you're Stan's gf?" and he's like "no i'm HER bf, she's GOT me dude."

He's most definitely your biggest supporter and biggest defender.

I mentioned in my gen headcanons that he'd love his s/o to be wearing his jersey and this is multiplied tenfold. He absolutely LOVES and I mean LOVES seeing you in his jersey number. Guarantee win for South Park because seeing you just fueled his desire to smoke the other team.

Loves holding you. Just you two, laying in bed, you both just in each other's embrace. He could die the world's most happiest man at that moment.

Is a thick thigh fan. Like Stan (and Kenny but shh this isn't about Kenny) are #1 believers in the thick thighs save lives.

Despite him being your number one defender, he's more silent in how he defends you. Not that he won't outwardly confront someone if they're bothering you, it just happens to be he's like.. mean (that is not the word I want but I can't think of how else to put it) when he's silent and he knows this and uses it to his advantage.

If he's with you (or even if you're not with him) and overhears some randos talking about you he's into one of two modes.

First one is he turns around and just blank stares at the people and when they notice him he just.. looks up and down, eyebrow raised and does a MEAN side eye as he turns back around.

If they continue this leads into the second mode (which sometimes he starts off with this if he's had ENOUGH)

Second is that he pulls you into him, gives you a kiss, and turns to the people with a "my gf is better than you and you sob into your pillow every night bc you're lonely so shut the fuck up."

If they try and argue he's just "cry about it lmfao. Don't care plus you're balding."

Picks you up, doesn't even matter if you think he can't because he can. He's determined AND he's hella strong. Being on the football team has made his biceps BIG.

Said earlier than he loves holding you but I'm dead serious with this. He's such a cuddly big spoon and just holding you in his arms makes him giggly (got him blushing and kicking his legs)

Loves every part of you and if you feel self conscious over something he's kissing every inch.

If you're wearing something (or even just showing him the outfit) you normally wouldn't wear, he's whistling and complimenting on how you're making it work.

"You're looking good, babe. Wear it out, you're stunning."

Boy's in love WITH you.

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Is another one to defend, except he's throwing hard hands. And he wins because obviously, it's Kyle.

As he gets older, he's stopped making the weight comments on Cartman (thinks it was immature of him to do when younger) and has definitely grown from that.

He's got a major sleepers build in my eyes. He's lanky sure, but basketball and working out with Stan's got him that muscle to hold you too. (I'm thinking like moistcr1tikal kind of sleeper's build Kyle also has major biceps im actually trey parker and matt stone so). And he WILL pick you up if you're at a game of his and his team wins. Even if they lose he's still picking you up. You're like his happiness supplier.

Leaves you cute notes about how good you look in your locker every day, has not gone ONE day without doing it. Kyle's sick? Tough because he managed to get that note in there somehow (Stan slipped it in for him haha).

Back to him throwing hands real quick, he's quick to jump if someone is talking bad about you like a "What the FUCK did you say about my girl? Say it again, Say. It. Again." And boom he's one hit k.o the other person

If you're not a fan of this behavior, he's not beating up anyone physically but now it's verbally. He's making sure everyone knows not to ever comment on you and how that's a bitch thing to do.

If you're down about yourself, he's gonna sit down with you and just point every thing he loves about you and go into detail about how he's with you for you. Not because of what you look like or anything, but because you're his beautiful girl.

When he's the big spoon and cuddling you he rubs circles into your hips and presses kisses into your shoulder

If you're the big spoon, play with his hair and he's asleep within two seconds and his head is laying in the crook of your neck.

Similar to Stan if you're wearing an outfit you normally wouldn't, he's ecstatic. Got him going "MY BABY! You look so good!" and then moves you to the mirror and just holds your hips and is gushing over you.

Bro's got that love in his eyes.

Loves your thighs too, he's constantly got his head on your lap, reading a book and is in heaven with that quality time with you.

Loves for you to sit on his lap as well, you're worried about your weight on him? He does not care, he's got some strong ass legs and your weight isn't ever an issue in his eyes. He will literally make you sit on his lap. Even if that means he's gotta drag you.

"Love come sit" Kyle pats his legs as he calls for you, "Uh but..", "Wasn't a question," He responds, shrugging, "Now get over here, I wanna hold you.

#stan marsh #kyle broflovski #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh headcanons #kyle broflovski headcanons #south park #south park headcanons #south park x reader #fluff #anon requests!!

[grapefives]

TEAR DUCTS | HC

zoro and luffy (seperately) with a (fem)lover that is half dead (and has their mask fall off)

background; y/n (an ex princess from an off-grid island) was hurt badly in a war between her kingdom and another, to the point she was left like a chewed up corpse. self sacrificing was all she could do to end said war, but in order to remain alive and travel, she used an acient magic spell to seem “normal”. after a recent battle, she forgets to use haki to bounce off as much damage as possible, causing the spell to lag.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff + descriptive gore + cursing

as soon as he sees you take the blow from the enemy, he spares you at most a glance

he knows you can handle it, you’re strong.

plus, he saw sanji back you up

but what surprised him was that you ran away

“Y/N!?” he asks, dodging his enemy’s attacks casually but worried and confused as to why you ran away

he battles his enemy when the other gets angry and goes full out. (still didn’t last that long but he put up a decent fight)

when everyone starts walking back to the ship, he sees chopper running as well.

“y/n is hurt!?” chopper screams, worried.

“is that why she ran?” luffy questions while catching up to his crew.

“i saw her bleeding,” sanji sobs, “i should have done better-“ he pauses, and then kicks luffy, “YOU should have done better!”

and luffy frowns, wondering just how serious it is.

as everyone files inside the ship, he wonders about what exactly made you run, you’re stronger than this

he sits down on a barrel, waiting for chopper to appear again, with either you trailing behind or some news

nami huffs, “you should go see what’s up, not sit around!”

luffy stares at her, “she’s fine, chopper’s got her-!”

“luffy! y/n doesn’t want to open the door to the operation room!” chopper sobs, “and i smell blood! plus!” he hugs luffy’s leg, “she keeps cursing to herself!”

“why don’t you bust the door down?!” luffy asks

“just go!” nami yells, and luffy bolts towards the room.

he knocks, testing to see if you’d open to him, which you do.

but what he sees doesn’t really… resemble you..

or.. the you he knows?

“y/n?” he feels worry bubble up, “what’s… a-aren’t you in pain!?” he goes to turn around to call chopper but you pull him in and close the door.

“l-luffy,” you heave, “listen-“ you stumble over your words, “i-“ you stare at him, seeing his eyes widen with horror at your real physique.

“i’m a zombie.”

his eyes snap towards you. “what!?”

you bite your inner cheek, “okay, not really a zombie but also yes?” you blush at his stare, “i just said it for you to understand more,” you look at him pleadingly, “i promise i was going to tell you sooner! i don’t really like how i look, especially now after a battle-“

“how’d it happen?”

you stared at him, eyes glassy. “i… i went through a war several years ago… most of these… spots where only bone is showing is due to how my body was rotting before the spell finally worked.”

“spell?” he furrows his brows. when it comes to you and anything you say, he takes it seriously.

“yes, a spell that makes me look more presentable. more… human.” you say softly, “i died before the spell activated, my kingdom slowly forgot about me and by the time i came back to life, i was just a walking corpse-“

“like brook!” he says, surprised and amused.

you nod, “like brook,” you smile a bit, realizing you had someone with a similar experience. “armament haki helps protect the spell, any harsh attacks makes it lag for quite a while-“

“so this is you?” luffy asks, “and..s they’re not from our battle?”

you shake your head, “no, no these are from my past.”

“why’d you hide?” he asks, “you look cool.”

you blink, “ah-“

“i’m just glad you weren’t hurt right now, but… do they hurt?” he asks, prodding at the ripped flesh gently.

you smile, feeling light. “no, they… they’re kind of numb. all the part intact are what feel the most pain.”

“like?”

“like my heart, my back… mmm, as you see my neck is sliced half way, so everything above it, like blows to my face i feel-“

“oh, so,” he grins, pulling you close, “you’d feel a kiss?”

you blink, more focused on how easy it is for him to touch you in this state. “y-yes-“ and he cuts you off with a gentle kiss

as you melt, you can’t hell but remember there’s still so much more for him to know. as well as the fact your crewmates will also learn the truth.

but knowing luffy, the man that holds your heart, is not seeing you like some sort of monster, you only smile and feel like you could face anything and everything.

past grievance + insecurities + fluff (?) + descriptive gore

when your body slams into his, mid battle, he grunts.

“you okay?” he asks, trying his best to worry over you while fighting off some lame bladed loser (that’s somehow putting up a decent fight)

“n-no,” you groan in agony, you’d think because he’s human he’d feel a little fleshy but really it felt like you were thrown into a wall.

your nails scrape some dirt and you grip some grass, fighting back vocal pain. his eye darts down to it, and to his horror, your hand looked at chewed up, almost shredded to the mere bone.

“HOLY SHIT, ARE YOU OKAY!?” he asks, sending the enemy flying far away before crouching down to help you.

“huh? yeah, i’ll just walk it off-“ you freeze when you see his face.

fear and confusion. a look you knew well.

fear and dread seeped into your bone, you jolted to your feet and tried to make a run for the ship, hoping you could hide and later on gaslight him once the spell stopped lagging

but he grabs your arm- thankfully the one that is mostly flesh, and pulls you back.

“y/n.” he says sternly, but you can hear the fear and confusion in his voice. “we need chopper,” he states, ready to drag you towards the doctor, not caring about who he’s fighting.

“NO!” you dig your heels into the ground, strong enough to put up a fight. “PLEASE! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO SEE ME LIKE THIS!”

“THAT FUCKER HURT YOU TO THE POINT YOU’RE-“ he turns to you, noticing more past injuries of yours that the lagging spell is revealing. “how are you alive!?”

“I-“ your heart is beating in your ears, no one else is around, the two of you had strayed too far as the fight had began.

it was just you and him.

“zoro-“ your voice cracks, unsure how to even start. “this-“ would he still love you? still be affectionate? “this is me.”

“no, you need cho-“

“zoro!” you yell weakly, nerves eating too much of you. “this- this is the real me! i-“ you barely see him through your tears, “i’m a walking corpse! i used a spell to make me look normal! to make me look human!” you lower your head. “i know i look horrible! you- you don’t have to keep-“

you stop talking when zoro lets go of you. for a moment, you feel a pang in your heart.

negativity flooded your mind.

but then he sits down on the grass and closes his eye, almost like he’s meditating.

“sit.” and you sit.

“zoro-“

“why would i care what you look like?” he asks, opening his eye to loom at you. “not in a bad way,” he corrects himself. “your looks are like a plus to me,” he says, “i love that you’re strong. that you stand your ground. you’re levelheaded and so much more. whatever you went through to get those injuries, i’m betting it was pretty badass of you.”

you state, in full shock. “i-it was…?”

he smiles, “want to tell me what’s up?”

you take a deep breath. “um…” you wipe your tears away, “i… i belonged to a kingdom. it was at war, a few years back. my injuries weren’t as bad as they seem now,” you raise your hand to your neck, “i sliced my neck and took my own life to put an end to the war.”

“hm?”

“both kingdoms wanted me. as a puppet. just for face. but if neither could have me, there was no point to anything. so… i ended it… but before it, i casted an ancient spell, so that i could come back to life. it was supposed to happen quickly but it took a while, my body was starting to decompose and the injuries i had taken were the first to do so..”

“like a zombie.”

you smile, “yeah, somewhat.”

“then how come you’re like this right now?”

you look away, still uncomfortable. “i forgot to use my armament haki, to take less damage. any strong and harsh impacts cause the spell to lag.” you mess with a piece of flesh sticking out of your palm.

“hey,” he calls for your attention, you give it to him.

“hm?”

“c’mere,” he extends and arm.

you shake your head, “zoro, i’m all skin and bones! literally! brook would have so much joke material with me!”

but he gives you a look.

and you realize he doesn’t care what you look like. how different you’d feel.

“y/n,” he says softly, “you’re still y/n.”

you scoot in, heart racing. “zoro…” you say, still hesitant.

he grabs you anyway, pulling you close to his body. “tell me.”

“tell you?” you question, tense and with a desire to push him away.

“everything.” he says, “everything i don’t know about you.”

“there’s not much…”

“y/n… you’re still y/n.”

and you don’t understand why you burst into tears.

all you know is that zoro… is zoro. and zoro still loves you.

#luffy x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x female reader #luffy x female reader #one piece x y/n #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #luffy x y/n #zoro x y/n #luffy headcanons #zoro headcanons #tw

[fallinforerling]

LOVE ISN'T ETERNAL... but maybe ours is. final chapter - jb

A/N: Tada! Here it is. The end of an era! Can you believe it? I hope you all liked it. Thank you all for liking my writing and following me, sending messages and support. I'm so grateful for all of you. Love ya always xx

* The photos are pure inspiration! Not true representation of any of the characters.

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ೃ⁀➷ jude’s taglist

ೃ⁀➷ masterlist

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♡ three months later ♡

footballgossip

♡ judemylove, universalfootball and 534,320 more

footballgossip It appears that rumors involving BVB star Jude Bellingham and the mysterious girl that has been seen at recent games are true! The youngster confirmed his long-term relationship with his girlfriend on his IG after today's game! What do you guys think?

Follow @footballgossippp for more info about your favorite players!

loviejude omg wtf, i KNEW he was with someoneeeee

bvbjude i mean... we all knew. this girl has been on his games and jobe's ig for a WHILE now

judesgirl YAAAY. i'm so happy for him!!!

— The article spread like fire, and on the first fifteen minutes of being out, you'd received it more times that you could count. It was a bit overwhelming, but you knew it was coming. Since the day you two got out of the stadium holding hands, everyone knew Jude Bellingham had a girlfriend. And even thought just a tiny circle of people actually knew your name, everyone knew your face.

So you decided to soft-lauch yourself into the public eye. Well, officially. The first step was to make your IG public, and then posting the photos you took after the game. You did it first, thinking that Jude will do something similar to your style.

yourinstagram

♡ nikkiwikki, mia_d, judebellingham, jobebellingham, gioareyna and 760,880 more

yourinstagram my winner ♡ i'm so proud of who you are, your achievements and having you by my side. love you forever

judebellingham i love you so so so much

jobebellingham disgustingly beautiful, love you guys xx

nikkiwikki i knew it

mia_d me and who

gioreyna 👀

judeforever omgksjdkdnfnff i can't

bellinghamnow she's a real one 🫶🏻 we love you queen

judesbaddie can jude fight??? lmao

bellinghammm i'm tired of being singleeeee 🥹

— After seeing the (mostly) positive response from everyone, you felt relieved. Jude was next to you, “giving it the last touches” as he said, then after hitting post, he gave you the proudest look ever.

“I'm so good.” Was the only thing he said, smiling.

“Let's see.”

judebellingham

♡ yourinstagram, jobebellingham, gioareyna, erling.haaland and 1,346,590 more

judebellingham date night with the love of my life. i'll never shut up about you and how much i love you. having you by my side it's the biggest achievement ever. love you forever xx

yourinstagram omg i'm the love of his life 🥹

jobebellingham bring me dessert pls

yourinstagram you're ruining the mood bro

jobe2005 nah, jobe is wilding on their comments like pls 😭

judeforever i didn't want to cry at 2 am but oh well

bvb awwww

judebellingham i know right 🥹 she's beautiful

jb22 girl, if that man doesn't treat you right I CAN

“You call that soft launching me?” You laughed, kicking him just a bit on the leg.

“I was very subtle, my love.” He said, catching your leg and dragging you across the sofa until you were almost on top of him. “At least I didn't called you my future wife.”

You blushed, hating and loving at the same time how much he has been hinting and joking about proposing. You didn't know how to feel.

— Now that you felt more confident about posting every single photo available of Jude, you did it as much as you could. Everyone loved it, not only your close ones, but Jude's fans, thanking you for giving them more content.

You never imagined yourself enjoying the fact of having a public relationship. But it never was about the attention, but the freedom of wanting to post and being able to do so.

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— You lowered your phone after seeing the most recent story he posted, smiling at your boyfriend with such force that you thought your face was going to split in half. 

“Ready?” He hugged you as tight as he could. “The reservation is waiting for us.”

“I'm always ready for dinner.” You said, giggling when he started to kiss your face. “I love you.”

He caressed your face, looking into your eyes for a few seconds before kissing you again. 

“I love you even more.” He finally replied, twirling you around. 

It was such a wonderful night with the most wonderful boyfriend ever. 

Thank God for second chances.

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— After dinner with friends... And family, you didn't know what to say. It was so shocking that all you could do was see the photos Jobe, Nikki, Mia and Denise were sending you one after another.

✉️ Nikki: Post this one!!!

✉️ Mia: NO! This one has better lighting

✉️ Jobe: As the newest member of the group chat, I order it to be this one I personally took

✉️ Nikki: Excuuuuuseeee me?

✉️ lmaoooo, guys don't fight!!!

✉️ Nikki: He started it!

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram getting married i guess (i love you darling)

judebellingham i love you more bro 💕

jobebellingham it was my idea, you're welcome

yourinstagram say what now? 😳

nikkiwikki and my photos won

bvb congrats to the beautiful bride to be!

yourinstagram thank youuuu 🥹🫶🏻

mia_d what was more culturally significant? the renaissance or my best friend getting engaded?

judebellingham our engagement, of course

judebellingham

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judebellingham proposed to my girlfriend i guess

yourinstagram biggest plot twist ever

judebellingham you didn't saw it coming lmao

yourinstagram shut up (with love)

jobebellingham again, my idea

judebellingham bro! shhhhh

erling.haaland congrats my brother!

judebellingham thank you sir!

jb22 damn, someone took my bitch lmaoooo. congrats babiessssss

bellinghammm OMFNSKDKSKDD

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ * JUDE'S TAGLIST

@mentalbaddie | @taintedstranger | @mrs-dasilvasantoss | @mbapbaesluvr | @erensfavgirly | @cinderellawithashoe | @yoitsmo07 | @seajjin | @kakuchosbff | @peterparkerbae | @alwaysclassyeagle | @itsjuspenny-blog | @lbsmainblog | @youngjayla | @freetimemachinequeen | @chaeryeongstuff | @lazyreadergirl | @trentismine | @ironmaiden1313 | @wavessmile | @jul1ettt | @daydream-er | @citrusjunosart | @pierre-gasssllyy | @avianawrites | @topguncultleader

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[autisticlancemcclain]

The mattress squeaks again as Lance shuffles, for the billionth time, pointy elbow narrowly missing Hunk’s head as he squirms around.

Hunk is going to kill him. Actually. All the way to death.

“Lance,” he grits out, “sleepovers mean you need to go the fuck to sleep. You are driving me insane.”

Lance freezes. He’s completely still for several moments.

“Um, I was halfway through turning around when you said that. Are you gonna get mad if I turn all the way? I don’t think I can sleep like this.”

Hunk sighs, deep and long. Why. Why does he do this to himself. He could be sleeping comfortably, all by himself, free of flailing limbs and icy fingers and sleep talking, but noooo. Lance knocks at his door before bed, pillow pillow clutched in his hands and eyes widened in the world’s saddest pout, and Hunk caves immediately.

Well. He’s already dug himself into this hole, so.

He heaves himself into a sitting position, flicking on the bedside lamp and giving Lance a Look.

“Why can you not sit still for even three seconds?”

Lance smiles sheepishly at him. “Sorry. Just — thinking.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” Hunk says, flicking him on the forehead. “I meant ‘what are you thinking about’, you goober.”

To Hunk’s great surprise and even greater intrigue, a quiet flush blooms on Lance’s cheeks.

Oh, now. This?

This has just made Hunk’s night four thousand times better. He’s almost completely forgiven Lance for keeping him awake until ungodly hours in the morning with his tossing and turning.

“Oh ho ho. You are blushing. This wouldn’t have anything to do with Keith’s visit today, would it?”

Lance can’t seem to help the giddy smile that overtakes his face.

“Maybe a little.”

“Spill! Spill! I must know everything!”

“I dunno,” Lance teases. “You were all grumpy earlier. Maybe I should let you sleep.”

“Don’t you dare pull that shit with me, Leandro Agustín. I want every juicy detail immediately.” He wiggles his fingers threateningly, looking pointedly at Lance’s ribs — a known weak spot. “Do not underestimate what I will do to get this information.”

Lance shoves him and his wiggling fingers away, scrambling back with a laugh. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell.” He bites his lip, looking down in his lap. His hands start flapping wildly beside him as he lets out a little giggle.

Hunk is so curious he’s nearly vibrating with it, right along with Lance. God. Why on Earth didn’t Lance lead with this? This is clearly the juiciest of information!

“Okay, you know how I was the one to walk Keith back to his ship after everyone said goodbye?”

Hunk gasps. He was already suspicious about that, but —

“No.”

Lance beams, smile so wide and bright that it squints his positively sparkling brown eyes completely shut, a sound of pure elation escaping him as he falls backwards on the pillows.

“Yes! He kissed me, Hunk! On the mouth! With tongue!”

Hunk shrieks, shaking Lance by the shoulders. God, they are being so loud, but Hunk can’t bring himself to care. Any tiredness has left his body in smoke. He feels like he could run a marathon. He can’t believe it’s finally happened! Actually! In the real world, and not Lance just talking about it dreamily for hours!

“Oh my God! Lance! He kissed you!”

“I know! It was — eek! It was everything, Hunk. I thought I was going to explode. He grabbed my hand before we even got the the hangar, so I was already pumped about that, and then after I hugged him goodbye he just didn’t let go. And he was just staring at me with this little smile on his face, and I asked him what was wrong and he said —”

Lance interrupts himself with a giggly, high-pitched noise, shoving his flushed face in a pillow and kicking out his legs. It’s the cutest thing in the world. Hunk doesn’t think he’s seen Lance this excited in — maybe not ever, actually. He’s so excited he can barely even speak.

“He said: ‘Nothing’s wrong. I just want to try something.’ And then I said okay and then he pressed me against the side of his ship and kissed the breath out of me! He’s the best kisser in the universe, I swear to God. It’s just — I thought he would be kind of hard and fiery about it, you know?”

Hunk nods, because he does know — Lance has talked about it a lot. (Not the Hunk can blame him, if he’s being entirely honest. Keith is kind of a looker.)

“But it was so soft. Holy shit. He kissed me like I was the most precious thing to ever exist. And when he pulled away he was smirking, a little, and then he said ‘it was good to see you, Blue’, kissed me again, and then flew off. I swear I didn’t move for, like, twenty minutes. I felt like I’d just been electrocuted or something.”

Hunk fans his face, shooting Lance a teasing grin. “Who knew Keith was such a romantic, huh?”

“Shuddup,” Lance says, smacking him gently with a pillow. He can’t even bring himself to frown playfully, so all-encompassing is his joy. “That’s why I couldn’t sleep. I just — I keep remembering the feeling of his hands on my waist.”

“Well, no wonder.”

Hunk continues to poke fun at Lance’s flushed face until he starts to yawn, and both of their eyes start to droop. He leans over and clicks the light back off.

“You think you’ll be able to sleep now, Dawn Pinkett?”

“Oh, shuddup.”

But Lance doesn’t really look mad. In fact, he falls asleep with a smile on his face, and Hunk hears him mutter Keith’s name no less than four times in his sleep.

As he falls asleep himself, Hunk can’t help but smile. Maybe he doesn’t really mind flailing limbs and icy fingers that much after all — of all their sleepovers are going to be this juicy, Hunk is never going to complain about drool on his pillows again.

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based on this post

#short and fun and sweet #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #hunk #hunk garrett #hunk & lance #klance #pining lance #flirty keith #supportive hunk #friendship #sleepovers #fluff #brown eyed lance #brown-eyed lance #autistic lance #my writing #fic fragment #fic #longpost

[squippy360]

Steve Rogers x male reader

Steve’s usually kept his guard up, never had let it down, but what happens when he’s dating a guy who’s the more domestically dominant type, where he love taking care of steve, loves taking care of him, and wants steve to be vulnerable around him

Sub!Steve Rogers x Dom!Male reader

Cw:(fluff to smut, Comforting steve rogers, fingering, thigh fucking, smut)

I was simply sitting on the couch, scrolling on social media. I was listening to music and humming slightly to myself. I turned my head to the side when I heard the elevator door open. I winced when I saw my very tired, frustrated, and disoriented boyfriend Steve. I got up and made my way over to him when he dropped his shield and held his head in his hands. He had cuts and bruises all over. I touched his arm and jumped when he slammed it away, looking at me with frantic eyes. I looked around to make sure no one else was around. "Alright, come on big guy. Let's take this to my room." I said gently and somehow picked him up. He hid his face in my neck and clung onto me. His whole body was rigid and stiff. 

I kicked my door open softly and went to the bathroom. I set him down and went to get some supplies. I came back and he seemed to have calmed down a bit. "Stevie? Are you there Love?" I whispered and kneeled in front of him. He nodded and looked to the side in embarrassment. "Sorry about that earlier. I'll be heading back to my room…" He said and went to stand up. "Oh no you don't. I don't trust you alone so I'll be taking care of you." I said stood up, crossing my arms. "Now that I know you can stand, take your clothes off." I said. He looked at me with a blush. "I-I'm sorry?" He stuttered. "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I growled. 

He looked down with a blush and pulled his suit off. He left his boxers on though. I made him sit back down and kneeled down in front of him. I opened the First Aid Kit and gently took one of his legs. He winced as I cleaned around one of the big wounds he had on his thigh and dabbed some petroleum jelly on the cut. I took some gauze and wrapped it around his thigh. I shifted my focus on his other leg where he had some glass stuck in his skin. I took some tweezers and began to gently pull them out and put them on a tissue. 

Steve's p.o.v

I didn't know what to feel. Aside from Bucky, he is the first person who has ever cared about my well-being this much. M/n is so much like Bucky. He so caring, gentle, smart, quiet, attractive, hot, god he is so hot- 

"Stevie? Would you like to eat something?" M/n asked. I snapped out of my daze with a shy blush and nodded. He put the supplies away and that's when I noticed he had completely washed all the blood away. All my wounds were bandaged and taken care of. "W-Wow." I whispered. I blushed when he picked me up and carried me back to his room.  He put me on the bed and went through his dresser drawers. "You can borrow these until you go back to your room in a couple of days." He said and helped me put a shirt on and some sweatpants. "Days?! This is humiliating…" I said and hid my red face in his sheets. "C'mon it's not that bad. I know how sore you get after missions like that." He said and laid me down properly. "Don't move, I'll be right back." He said and left. 

I sighed and just sat up to lean against the headboard. I got out my phone and checked my messages real quick. 

Sammy: Yo Steve! I heard you got caught again! Haha

Stevie: M/n literally dragged me and held me down 😞

Canman: Shouldn't have made all those flashy moves, Rogers🤷

Stevie: I was just doing my job :(

Sammy: good luck with that 😂

Frosty paws: Says the one in my lap rn-

Big_angy: must be nice 😒

Zeus: I am coming my love💞

Big_angy: 💙

I huffed and grabbed one of the pillows and held it as I curled up. "Steve? I got something to make you feel better!" M/n said and carried in a tray. I looked over and saw some steak with rice and a slice of Apple pie that was heated and a scoop of Ice cream on top. "Aww. Thank you so much, Darling!"  I said and took the tray. I tensed when he wiggled in behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "W-What are you going?" I asked. "What? I can't cuddle my favorite person?" He said smoothly in my ear. "N-No…I mean yes!" I sputtered. "Adorable~" He chuckled and nuzzled on my neck, pulling out his phone and watching a cat and dog compilation. I rolled my eyes playfully and continued eating my desert. 

After a bit, I looked down to see what M/n was taking pictures of us. I blushed and pushed his phone away quickly. "What was that for?" I stuttered in a flustered manner. He laughed and closed his camera app. "Sorry. You just look so adorable when you're enjoying something." M/n said and smirked. I elbowed him lightly and went to get up. "Oh no you don't." He said and pulled me back in his lap. "Lemme get up! I gotta wash this!"  this!" I whined. "I'll do it then." He said with a proud smirk and walked away. 

Steve sat in silence as he heard distant water running. I took this time to curl up in his bed, wrapping the warm blankets around me to go to sleep. After a while M/n finished and went back upstairs. "Stevie! Do you wanna- oh…he's asleep…" M/n said. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the bed move from behind me and his arm wrapped around me. "Goodnight, Steve." He whispered and kissed me on the nape of my neck. 

(Your p.o.v)

He looked so at ease now. The way his body was so relaxed now made me feel like I did my job well. He's just so obedient when it comes to me even if he doesn't notice that I notice. I love taking care of him. Steve is just such a wonderful boyfriend-

"Kiss me on the mouth!" He said suddenly. I jumped and blushed when he flipped around to face me. "Steve…of course." I said and caressed his face with my hand. I leaned in and kissed him softly. I could feel his face heating up against mine. We pulled away and I smirked at him with hazy eyes. He was squirming and avoiding eye contact.

"Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you'd like? I'm always willing to go further with you." M/n whispered to me. "Please~" He said with big desperate puppy eyes. "Of course, Love. Let me do all the work." I whispered and shimmed down further in the blankets. He gasped when I pulled off his shorts. 

"M/n…" Steve breathed out. "I'll be gentle with you. I don't wanna make you any more sore than you already are…or maybe I do~" I smirked and pulled his cock out. I purred and sucked on the tip. He arched his back against the bedsheets and moaned softly. "G-Gosh M/n…ngh~" Steve moaned when I wiggled my finger into his tight hole. He rolled onto his back and spread his legs wider. "I-If you keep doing that I-I'll cum…!" Steve begged as his legs twitched. 

I held his thigh with one hand and went down further on his cock, I moaned lightly and slowly put a second finger in his now wet hole. I grunted a bit when he came down my throat. "Yesss!!!" He let out a drawn out moan and fisted the blanket. He looked down and lifted the blanket up to look at me through his big chest. I opened my mouth at him and chuckled when his face turned even more red. I crawled up back to the surface and kissed him. He kissed back and hugged me. "You're so cute…" I whispered to him and pecked his lips. 

I shimmied off my pants and took out the lube. I applied a generous amount on both of us to make sure I didn't hurt him. "Be a good boy and stay still." I growled and slowly eased my cock in his tight hole. He gasped and rolled his hips against me. I lightly slapped his thigh. "Sit still." I purred. He nodded and hid his face in a pillow. I slowly fucked into him. "Ooooh~ That feels so good~ Nghhhhhhh~" Steve whined. I touched his chest, squeezing and pinching his chesticles. "M/n! Please!" He begged quietly and let out another drawn out moan. "Fuuuck you feel so good~" I growled and went faster. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he arched his back. "Yes Yes Yes Right There!!!" He screamed. "You're going- ngh…to blow a fuse Babe." I groaned. He let out a moan of frustration and I went faster. I saw how desperate his cock was so I decided to ease his frustrations. 

I jerked him off at my thrusting speed. He moaned loudly and hugged my hips with his legs. "Fuck baby!" I groaned and went faster. I cried out and came on his tummy. "M/N!!!" He cried out. I ceased all movement, panting and going to pull out. "W-Wait! Aren't you going to cum as well?" He asked suddenly. I smiled and caressed his sides. "I can deal with it later. I don't want to hurt you-" I started but he cut me off. "Then use my thighs. I wanna make you cum too!!" He said. My cock twitched at that idea. "Fuck…hell yeah…" He said and flipped on his side. I got behind him and immediantly fucked his thighs. They were thick and just as tight as his hole. I groaned loudly and hugged his body close to me. "C-Cumming…!" I cried out and came all over his thighs and my bed sheets. 

"God you're so perfect…" I whispered and kissed him. He whimpered and turned back around to kiss me. "Only for you~" He teased with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and got out a rag and wiped our mess. "Wanna take a shower?" I asked. "Too tired…sleep…" He mumbled and buried himself back in the sheets. I giggled. Abit and kissed his neck. "My good boy~" I purred and coddled him. Little did we both know what the others were saying in a certain chat room. 

Next up: Stephen Strange x Femboy!Male reader

#avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel #marvel fic #captain america #captain america x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers smut

[lockedwriter]

Disclaimer: the beginning and the story idea isn't mine, I considerably modified it and added the few final paragraphs. You can find the original story on nifty.com. Also, pictures aren't mine.

FOOTBALL TEAM’S BITCH

It had been a filthy, bone-breaking practice, and our white practice pants were caked with mud, our jerseys soaked through by the cold, spitting rain. But I didn’t complain. Junior varsity freshmen don’t complain, not if they want a chance to ever play in a real game. I wasn’t a big guy, not by a long shot. I still looked like a teenager - but then again, I was. I was slight and had to look up to most of the other guys on the team, but I was fast and wiry and surprisingly hard to plant in the turf once I got my feet under me, so I had a thought that I might be a pretty good running back. I had been, back in high school, but I was quickly learning that college is a whole other story. As the smallest guy on the junior varsity team, I was just about invisible to the larger, first-string players. I kept it that way, figuring the best way to show myself was on the field, by taking the pain of practice and never complaining, and the coaches at least had started, I hoped, to see something in me. It was early in the year, the other students hadn’t even arrived on campus, and classes hadn’t started. That’s how early we began football practice.

I had just begun to lift the pads from my shoulders, trailing wet nylon over my face, when a loud hoot echoed off the locker-room walls. I didn’t think much of it. There was always a lot of noise in the lockers, howling and bragging and yelling. But this shout was a signal. I’m hard to plant, but only on the field and only if I know what’s coming. Plus, they didn’t even try to plant me. Hands - one pair still wearing a pair of sticky wide receiver gloves - grabbed at me, two pair on my arms, two on my legs, and they lifted me from the ground as easily as pulling a weed. I flailed, but I still had my pads half-off, half-on, and the clammy nylon practice jersey clung to my face. A storm of laughing voices drowned out my own cries. The quality of the sound changed, and they yanked my pads off, baring my chest with its wet, clinging under layer of tight Lycra.

They’d carried me into the storage closet, a room filled with various bits of gear, uniforms, pads, elastic bands and other workout gear. It was a room we mostly stayed out of, on coach’s orders. Jeering faces looked down at me, smeared with mud, a couple with helmets still on. Jarrett was a wide-bodied fullback who probably had a good eighty pounds on me. He had my legs, both of them, and while I tried to twist and kick at him with my muddy cleats, I got nowhere. He just grinned up at me, a shaved-headed ape with a vicious glint in his eye. Nate had one of my arms, the first-string quarterback, a blond stud who never had trouble getting his dick wet on the weekends - at least, judging from his locker room talk. And the Chad pinned my other arm, a tight end that could bench-press me. A grinning second-string running back, Keith, was digging at the laces of my pants. I gulped air, considered screaming. But Nate must have seen it in my eyes. He pinned my arm between his thighs and clamped a hand over my mouth. I tasted mud and rain and sweat on his skin. I tried to pull my hand free, pressed between the smooth, wet fabric of his practice pants, but I couldn’t get it out. His legs were too strong. They were all too strong. And I didn’t want them to get my pants off, because once they did, they'd see my dirty little secret. I flailed and blushed and twisted and got nowhere, and the running back yanked down my practice pants. Jarrett got my cleats off, one at a time, holding both ankles tight in one massive, meaty hand while he worked the laces with the other. Then they raked my pants off, and with them my wet football girdle, the lycra sliding smoothly down my hairless thighs and that was it… my little caged cock was now exposed to all of the football team. “wooow look, what the fuck is that!” said Jarrett, and the others mainly laughed and repeated the same sentence even louder. “I was sure he was a fag, look at his tiny little locked numb, how pathetic!”. They continued laughing for quite some time and I was completely red of shame. Keith flicked my locked cock. It was bobbing in the cool air. I flinched from his touch, but my cock didn’t shrivel. Their laughter was almost a solid thing, holding me down as firmly as the hands.

Duct tape ripped behind me, and they looped it around my wrists, then around my ankles, all the way up to my knees. I did have some hair on my calves, but I figured I wouldn’t once I got out of this tape. Nate leaned down, neatly sculpted blond eyebrows drawn together. “You a faggot?” he asked. I grunted negation into his palm. But he didn’t look convinced. “I think it’s pretty obvious now that you’re a faggot” he said. “Don’t know if we have any use for a faggot on the team. Huh, what do you think, guys?” They howled and barked, more animal than human. Someone looped more duct tape around me, binding my upper arms to my chest, my lower arms to my abs - I was helpless, completely mummified in it. I even felt more layer being added to my already mummified body. Soon all of my skin disappeared under layers and layers of thick duct tape, making me completely powerless and at the mercy of my team; there was absolutely nothing I could do except breathing.

I tried to struggle, but that just made my cock harder in my cage. Keith kept flicking my dick and balls. He was a sneering little punk with knuckle tattoos that said LOVE and HATE and a slicked-back high and tight that was almost a mohawk. No one really liked him; even the coaches didn’t care much for him. But he was a hell of a running back and one of the hottest guy on the team. They laid me down on a lifting bench, then flipped me. My drooling cock rubbed the torn plastic surface of the bench, and fingers rubbed and probed at my ass. “You can always tell if they’re fags” Keith said, “’Cause they’ll have loose, soggy assholes like a girl’s pussy.” “Don’t know what girls’ pussies you been playing with” Jarrett grumbled. “Just your mom’s” he said. A finger - I have no idea whose - brushed my hole, and a warm spasm flickered over me, uncomfortably close to orgasm. I didn’t know why this was turning me on, if that’s what was happening, or if this was just a reaction to fear. I struggled, but could barely move, and each wiggle or twist just rubbed my cock against the bench, bringing me closer to a humiliating caged orgasm. “Seems pretty tight to me” was the verdict, and the finger withdrew. They flipped me back over.

Someone had taken off their sweaty, very smelly, and dirty football sock, wadded it into a thick ball, and they shoved that into my mouth, well Keith violently shoved it into my mouth looking at me with the same little smirk “can’t have you making too much noise right faggot”. A thick strip of duct-tape went over that, and nearly five times around my head. “enjoy your little faggot meal” said Keith. Then the team decided to tape me to the bench to make me even more immobile and powerless. They started to put layers and layers of duct tape efficiently taping me to the bench and making me even more immobile than before. Even my taped mouth and head was strapped to the bench with more tape, then I saw Nate’s beautiful face again “that should keep you in place haha, in your faggot bitch place!”.

About half the team was either in the room or watching from the locker room, and almost all of them had their phones in hand, recording this, maybe putting it on the internet. But then Nate leaned over my face. “You got a little dirty during practice huh bitch” he said. “Time for your shower” He gathered a big wad of spit in his mouth, rumbled in his throat to augment it with snot, and launched it to splat right against the side of my nose. It trickled down my face slowly, tickling, but I couldn’t wipe it away. They followed the leader, then, each of them adding a gob of slimy spit to my face, until I had to hold my breath to keep from inhaling it up my nose and drowning in the team’s saliva. It seemed everyone on the team contributed a wad of spit to my face. Spattering me, jeering at me, laughing at me. I was no longer invisible to them, that was for sure. I thought it would never end, spit and insults and occasional slaps at my treacherously caged cock and taped face.

But then they left, and on the way out, Nate flicked off the light. “Sleep tight little faggot bitch and enjoy your homemade facemask!” he said. I figured that’d be the end, that it’d be over. I figured they’d leave me there for a while, until either I was rescued by the cleaning people or, more likely, Nate would come back and untape me and let me go and we’d all have a laugh about it. But it was barely the beginning. Because while they still shouted and howled and cranked the music in the locker room, they hadn’t forgotten me.

In fact, a few minutes later, the door opened and the lights came back on. Jarrett stood over me, still caked in mud. Didn’t these fuckers have classes to get to? I had bio of cells in a half an hour, and if I didn’t get out of this duct tape and shit I’d miss it. Jarrett smiled big, broad face and square jaw, like a politician seeking votes. “Hey, little bitch.” He’d taken off all his clothes except his football girdle, tight white fabric stretched over his broad thighs and ass, a substantial bulge in the front. They did nothing to hide the line of his penis against his soft, thick balls. His body was hard with muscle, but a soft layer of fat covered them, smoothed them out “like what you see huh?”. I grunted in the tape. Something like “let me go” but it came out all in vowels. The sock against my tongue and teeth was gritty and salty. Someone’s foot sweat. I didn’t even know whose.

Jarrett stood over me, turned around and started straddling my face “now you’re gonna love this as much as I do fag”. Then he lowered his fat, muscled and magnificent ass. Sweat had soaked through the spandex, making it translucent, and the dark line of his ass crack descended over my face, my nose and covered mouth. I tossed my head, but he rested some of his weight on me, trapping me with my nose in his crack. “Sniff it,” he said. “Come on bitch, do a buddy a favour and sniff my ass.” I couldn’t do anything but obey.

The tape and sock in my mouth prevented me from breathing other than through my nose, and now I smelled the dank, rich stink of his ass after a long and grueling practice. He wiggled, grinding himself against me. Then he put more weight on me. I tried to draw breath, couldn’t - only a thin thread of air slid between his clenching ass and my face. And that air was dank with sweat. I thrashed, helplessly, uselessly. I was going to suffocate here, I thought. He was going to kill me in the storage closet in the back of the football locker room. It’d be in the news. But just as my lungs burned and my breath began to slide into panic, he stood up. “You got spit all over my butt,” he said. Not my own, of course. The team’s. “Nasty.” I sucked sweet air through my nose, refilling my lungs. My heart thudded, but began to calm.

“you’re a pretty good ass sniffer, right little bitch” he said, turning around facing me again a casually slapping my duct taped face, “better ass sniffer than player should I say, glad I found you a way to be useful for us men right” he added before pinching my nose, effectively preventing me from breathing at all. He was still smiling, enjoying having me in this predicament. Then, when I thought I was about to pass out, he released my nostrils, and I was able to draw laborious breathing… but not for long… soon after, he turned around again and positioned his marvellous ass right above my face. “Ready for round two fag?” I tried shouting again, I really wanted out, but it was pointless as the sock was transforming everything into muffled cries. Then it happened again, and Jarrett lowered his big ass right onto my face. His positioned his crack right on my nose and put some weight on it, effectively forcing it closer to his asshole.

This time the smell was even stronger. It nearly made me wanna puke to think that I had my nose buried into Jarrett ass, nearly touching his dirty hole. My beautiful captor on the other hand seemed to enjoy what was going on and moaned. “nice and deep breath right bitch, must make you hard in your little faggot cage, enjoy the funkiness!”.

It must have been one hour now that Jarrett was forcing me to sniff his dirty ass. He even took off his boxer at one point, making things harder for me. Now I can tell that he must not wash it very often. He really was your stereotypical alpha jock from college. “Ho wait… I have a surprise… wait for it” he suddenly said. Being naïve I thought he was about to finally let me out of here when he started to get up and realising my nostrils from his butthole, but I was wrong. He put all his weight on me again and when I was about to suffocate, he got up only a bit and let out a massive fart right onto my face “theeere, enjoy my little gift bitch, you’re welcome haha!”. I was struggling like crazy trying to break free from the smell. I even tried screaming again but nothing. Jarrett was really enjoying it, laughing at my distress. No matter what I did, the smell wouldn’t go away and was filling my lungs. “Who would have known that a lifting bench offered a perfect height for face sitting right bitch” he then stood up and looked down at me “well, wasn’t expecting for you to like my gift that much slave, but don’t worry, I still have plenty of them for you!” he said, again turning around and sitting his sweaty ass right on my defenceless and duct taped face.  

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[amazingmsme]

Living Up to the Name

AN: This really got away from me, but it’s nandermo, can you blame me? We have a serious drought of wwdits tickle fics & like, what fucking gives they made it canon that the vamps tickle each other (or at least Nandor & Lazlo) & no I will not find a gif I am useless like that This one dips a pinky toe into the spicy pool, so be warned. Literally nothing happens, but bondage is involved & that’s about it. But day 20: relentless just SCREAMED nandermo & I just had to do it justice.

Guillermo was used to the odd requests the vampires would ask of him, some a little too odd, so it was no surprise that he'd become desensitized to it. Strangely enough, it was their more mundane and tame requests that threw him for a loop.

He'd just finished vacuuming the drapes (yes they needed to be vacuumed) when Nandor walked in. "Guillermo," he said, announcing his presence and grabbing his attention.

"Hello master," he greeted with a smile, one Nandor shyly returned before growing serious once more. He was doing that thing where he wanted to say something, but wanted you to be the one to prompt the conversation, so he just lingered in the room until you cracked.

"Did you need something?" he asked when Nandor didn't continue on his own.

"I've just been thinking a lot."

"Oh? What about?"

"Me, obviously." Guillermo couldn't help the amused scoff that slipped out, nor the fondly annoyed look he gave the cameras. Nandor either didn't notice, or didn't care. "Mostly about who I used to be. How I used to be able to make entire countries bend to my will. My reputation as a heartless conqueror," despite the awful words, his voice grew soft with nostalgia. "People used to fear me Guillermo. Some loved me, most hated me. But they all feared me."

Guillermo set down the vacuum attachment and turned to face him. "And do you... miss?... that?" he asked hesitantly.

"Of course I do. What kind of a question is that?" Nandor shot a look of his own towards the camera, as if to say "is this guy for real?" He even went as far as to subtly point at his familiar. Well, as subtle as Nandor was capable of. He let out a heavy sigh. "My name used to mean something. Nandor the Relentless. Now I'm just... Nandor."

"Is that really such a bad thing?" Guillermo asked, brows furrowed. Nandor rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

"I guess not," he grumbled, lower lib jutting out in a pout and he kicked the leg of a nearby table. "But I've gone soft," he said dejectedly.

"No, no you're not soft. You're still just as ruthless as ever," Guillermo tried to comfort him, feeling incredibly awkward as he did so. But it seemed to work at least.

"You really think so?" he asked. Guillermo nodded. Nandor broke out into a wide grin, fangs on full display. "Heh, thanks. These hands used to make people scream," he reminisced, flexing his fingers. Guillermo couldn't help but stare at the movement and swallowed.

"Still do," he added before he thought better of it, eyes going wide. Nandor straightened his posture, watching Guillermo carefully. "I mean- Lazlo and Nadja get pretty loud," he quickly added as an excuse. Nandor smirked and stood up, walking over to Guillermo.

He tried to busy himself so he wouldn't have to look in Nandor's eyes. It still didn't help the flutter in his heart when Nandor towered in front of him.

"Oh Guillermo..." the tone in his voice made him snap his head up to look at him. He didn't know if the hungry look in his eyes frightened or excited him. "Did we make you feel left out?"

Guillermo fumbled for the right words. "N-no, no, I-I'm good. More than good," he stuttered.

"It's okay, no need to be embarrassed here."

"I'm not-" but Guillermo cut himself off, knowing better than to try arguing with Nandor of all people.

"It's only natural to be curious. You could've just asked to join, we totally would've let you," he flirted, making Guillermo blush. "You know, I've wanted to make you scream for mercy for quite some time." The boldness of the statement threw him off guard.

"Have you now?" he asked, voice higher pitched. Nandor must've thought it was out of fear, because he clarified.

"Oh I wouldn't be hurting you. I'd just tickle you until you begged me to stop. But I won't." Guillermo felt his cheeks heat up, his throat going dry. "It's not so bad. Just ask Lazlo.

Guillermo shook his head. "I don't- I don't need his input."

"Very well. Follow me." he gestured with a single finger for him to come along. Obediently, he followed.

He'd only ever been in their... playroom to clean it, and he certainly never thought he'd be brought back here. Never thought he'd be so willing to go either, but life is full of surprises. There were various tools and toys lining the walls and spread out on tables for display, and there were various bondage set ups to choose from.

"Go ahead, make yourself comfortable," Nandor insisted. It was a little hard when Guillermo could hear his pulse racing in his ears. He decided to play it safe, laying on the king sized bed against the wall. Nandor sat next to him, looking him up and down with a kind of excitement Guillermo didn't often see. The fact it was directed at him made butterflies flit about in his stomach.

"Good, now take off your shirt." When Guillermo only stared at him in shock, he clarified, "Trust me, it feels much better without clothes." Guillermo ducked his head and blushed.

"Okay yeah I got it," he rushed out. He took a deep breath and pulled the shirt over his head. "So I-I'm guessing you're gonna just- tie me up?" Nandor chuckled at that.

"No silly, I'm horrible at knots! We have cuffs for that!"

"Of course you do," he mumbled under his breath as Nandor retrieved them. When he came back, standing over the bed, he must've sensed the nervous energy coming off of him in waves.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said, surprisingly gentle as he rocked back and forth on his feet. Guillermo furrowed his brows.

"What? No, you wanted this. And I mean, come on," he said, his own voice casual and almost teasing. Nandor cocked his head like a curious puppy. "It's just tickling. How bad can it actually be?" he asked skeptically and almost immediately regretted it.

"Oh you'd be surprised, my dear Guillermo," he all but purred. His heart all but skipped a beat as he laid down on the bed, raising his arms for Nandor to cuff. He did the same his his ankles, testing them to make sure they're secure but not too tight.

His hands hovered over his bare torso for only a moment before diving for the hips. Guillermo shrieked and instantly started bucking. "I thought about starting off slow, but I think we're both too eager for that," he teased, drilling his thumbs over his hip dips.

"Ihihi'm nohohot! S-slow ihihis good!" he cried through his laughter. Nandor hummed, thinking it over before agreeing.

"You're right, we have all night. Why rush things?" he asked, feral grin overtaking his features. Guillermo giggled nervously, the sound growing stronger when Nandor's hands touched down on the tender underside of his arms. Fingertips dragged ever so lightly from his wrists to his armpits, and Guillermo never knew something he could just barely feel could be so torturous. His laugh was short and breath and he was already desperately tugging on his arms. Nandor looked down at him with such adoration, hands never faltering in their movements. Up and down, up and down his arms he went, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When he finally decided to quit playing with his food, he let his hands reach his underarms, drawing lazy circles and playing with the hair.

Guillermo snorted, nose scrunched adorably as his arms flexed and strained to come down. He was barely even touching him, and Guillermo was giggling like a little school girl.

"Wow Guillermo, have you been working out?" Nandor asked when he noticed the bulging biceps  on display. "You've been hiding all of this under shapeless sweaters," he lamented, reaching up to feel the muscle. Funny, he'd never known his fucking biceps were ticklish, until now that is. Nandor was just squeezing them, admiring the muscle and he was practically in stitches.

"I just lihihike sweheaters!" he yelped, arching his back. Nandor acted on impulse, having done this many times with both Nadja and Lazlo and was used to adapting to their bodily reactions. Which was why he shoved his face down onto his belly, growling and nibbling against soft skin as he shook his head, adding even more tickly vibrations to the cocktail of neurons firing in his brain.

Guillermo positively screamed with laughter, light and airy snickers turning to full on cackles in an instant. The combination of soft lips, sharp fangs, and that stupid motherfucking beard had him in an incomprehensible state. And honestly? He couldn't complain. Oh it was horrible, yes, but it was Nandor.

Speaking of, he was feeling rather proud right about now. He was unraveling Guillermo's sanity with each passing second, not only that, but he had agreed to this. The big, strong, vampire killing machine was nothing but a hysterical mess under his fingers, and it was perhaps the greatest power trip he'd felt in ages.

"Ohoho fuck oho shihihit thahahat's ahahawful!" he screeched, thrashing as much as his bonds would allow. Nandor didn't bother to raise his head up when answering, instead speaking directly into the skin and sending him into another round of quiet snickers and chuckles.

"Good, I'm not trying to be nice," he deadpanned, causing a shiver to crawl up Guillermo's spine. Nandor smirked against his stomach before grazing ever so slowly with his teeth. Guillermo swore and bucked violently, deep boisterous laughter bouncing off the walls. It tickled so much that he didn't even notice when Nandor's fangs accidentally pierced through the skin from all his squirming. He sure as hell noticed the tongue that started lapping at the puncture though.

"NAHAHANDOHOHOR NOHOHO! NOHOHO TONGUE OHOHO FUCK PLEHEHEASE!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs. Every part of him was screaming to get away, but those damn fuzzy cuffs prove effective.

To Nandor, the helpless plea might as well have been singing praise. He glanced up and managed to catch Guillermo's eye while he caught his breath, shooting him a devious wink. He shook his head, tugging on his arms.

"Nonono Nandor, whatever it is, don't-"

Nandor, of course, didn't listen, and instead, maintained eye contact as he drug his tongue across his tummy to wiggle straight into his bellybutton.

It's a good think Guillermo was laying down because he felt his legs give out, slowly losing their fight. He was full on cackling now, writhing from side to side and thrashing endlessly. Nandor flicked and swirled his tongue inside his naval, sending him spiraling closer to madness. Each thrust of his hips in an attempt to alleviate the sensation only made it grow worse as Guillermo snorted once more.

"I think you're even worse than Lazlo," Nandor mused aloud, making him blush even more.

"Shuhuhut thehe hehehell up!" he snapped, mirth masking any malice that might've been hidden in his words. Nandor gasped, forming his hands into claws and vibrating them on his exposed tummy.

"Guillermo, I am shocked! You ought to know better than to talk to your master that way," he threatened, a playfully dangerous edge to his voice. Guillermo's eyes widened.

"Ihihi'm sorry! Ihihi'm sohohorry!" he squealed when fingers began working themselves between each rib bone, bubbly snickers and snorts spilling from his mouth.

"I'm afraid sorry isn't good enough," Nandor said without an ounce of sympathy in his voice. He straddled his waist and loomed over him, anxious excitement filling him to the brim. He really hoped that Nandor didn't notice how much he was enjoying this. Which seemed unlikely, seeing as he was practically sitting in his lap.

The sound of buzzing snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at Nandor, who now held an electric toothbrush in each hand. Guillermo felt his heart sink and jump in his throat simultaneously.

They started out in his armpits, making him jolt with a loud peal of laughter. When they didn't move away, his laugh got faster and more shrill the longer the torment continued. Nandor drug the spinning brushes down his sides, relishing in every twitch, gasp and giggle. The toothbrushes made their journey back up, this time taking a detour across the expansive chest.

Guillermo's laugh got more frantic and hysterical as Nandor circled his nipples. He snorted, shaking his head and biting his lip to keep the laughter at bay. It was no use once he touched the brushes down on those sensitive buds. If Nandor thought he was thrashing before, it was nothing compared to this.

"Nahahandohohor plehehease! I ca- I cahahan't!" Guillermo begged through helpless laughter. Nandor cocked his head and hummed.

"Can't what?"

"Ihihi cahahan't tahake ihihihit," he whined, twisting side to side to try and dislodge those downright torturous spinning bristles.

"Aaawww, you poor thing," Nandor mock cooed, leaning down to whisper, "I don't care."

Nandor wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. After all, he had a relentless reputation to uphold.

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