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#i wanna pinch his cheeks and put him in my pocket

stardustloserdoll · 4 months

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hii can you do friends to lovers with johnnie x youtuber!reader? and the reader is like friends with jake and thats how they met? love your work btw <3

tyyy 🩷

you know i’ll keep you in my locket

“y/n you made it! come, i want you to meet someone!” jake quickly grabbed my hand, dragging me through the crowd pulling me in many directions. until he stopped in his tracks, “ah there he is.” jake spoke turning back giving me a smile. “johnnieee.” jake sang pulling me next to him with a big smile on his face.

“what.” the guy johnnie said looking up from his drink to look at jake. “this is y/n! remember i told you all about them?” johnnie nodded his head sending a smile towards me “yeah you yapped a bunch about them.” johnnie replied, making me laugh. “you know me, the yap king. anyways, y/n! this is johnnie.”

i smiled waving at johnnie “hey, nice to meet you. jakes also told me a lot about you. i like your shirt by the way.” johnnies eyes lit up “you like this band?” i nodded my head “i love them! i have all of their cds and posters all over my room.” i laughed putting my hands in my pockets. jake watching us with a big smile on his face.

“oh yeah johnnie! y/n is also a youtuber! i think you guys should do a collab together. it should be fun.” jake said wrapping his arms around our shoulders. “im down.” i smiled looking over to johnnie. “yeah me too.”

ever since that day, johnnie and i have been inseparable. every time i saw him, the bigger my crush on him got. i always got nervous and stuttered around him, probably making it obvious i liked him. i don’t know if i’ll ever tell him how i feel..

"hi everyone, today i have a special guest joining me…johnnie!" i smiled pulling him in frame "hi."

"johnnies going to attempt to do my makeup. i glanced at johnnie sending him a reassuring smile."i know he'll do great."

johnnie started applying the foundation onto my face, patting it down softly. "how about we tell them how we met." i said moving some hair out of my face.

"ooh you're right!" johnnie smiled moving onto the eyeshadow and mascara, "alright so we met at a party, and jake introduced us to each other. jake told me a lot about y/n, but i never got to meet y/n, but i'm glad i finally did."

"aww, johnnie." johnnie smiled tapping my knee signaling he was done. “how’s it looking.” i smiled. "it looks. pretty good actually. i made a mess though." he laughed cleaning where the mascara smudged. "i bet it looks great. now, the hardest part. the eyeliner." i said lifting it up to him. "oh god, if you look like a clown by the end of this im so sorry." johnnie held my face gently as he began applying the eyeliner.

"anyways,” johnnie said resuming “back to the story. it was an instant connection, we liked a lot of the same things, especially our humor. since then, we’ve literally been hang out like..everyday. i'd have to say my favorite person ever is y/n, sorry jake."

"you heard him jake. IM his favorite." i smiled sticking my tongue out. "okay, i think i did pretty good." johnnie said leaning back making sure the wings were sharp. "im really excited to see the finishing product." i said clapping my hands. johnnie set the eyeliner down and told me to open my eyes. "guys look at the matching necklaces johnnie and i got."

"we have pictures of each other in them." johnnie smiled opening the heart locket. "he looks so cute in this picture." i laughed raising it up to the camera. "y/n looks so pretty here." johnnie smiled looking into my eyes, glancing down at my lips.

“why are you looking at me like that.” i laughed pinching his cheek. “what do you mean!” johnnie yelled lifting his arms up. “you’re looking at me like you wanna kiss me.” johnnie turned away, mumbling something under his breath. “what was that johnnie?” he shook his head mumbling a ‘nothing.’ “wait i forgot the lipstick.” johnnie reached over and grabbed the lipstick, carefully applying it.

"okay y/n, are you ready to see your final look." i nodded my head and raised the mirror. “johnnie.” i gasped. “I TOLD YOU IT WAS BAD!” i shook my head. “NO ITS SO GOOD! you have a magic hand.” i smiled setting down the mirror. johnnie smirked at my comment making me hit his shoulder softly.

“okay guys, that’s the end of the video. thank you so much for watching! make sure to like and subscribe, andddd if you want more of johnnie i will have his channel linked down below. say bye johnnie!” i wrapped my arm around his shoulder waving. “baaaiii!”

“i had so much fun johnnie.” i grinned setting my hands on my lap. “me too, i always have fun with you y/n.” johnnie smiled as he played with the necklace. “uh y/n. can i ask you something.” i nodded my head “yeah of course.”

“well,” johnnie hesitated “um i’ve really enjoyed spending time with you lately, and we’ve gotten really close. the more i spend time with you, the more i start to fall even more in love with you.” i blushed placing my hands on top of his. “i feel the same way. ever since i met you i instantly fell for you. i love everything about you johnnie.”

johnnies eyes widened at that, a faint blush spreading on his pale cheeks. “well, what do you say we make it official?” i asked holding his hand. “id love to.”

#johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert fluff

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ma1dita · 3 months

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I think I’d be sort of interesting if, for like an alternate ending where Luke is alive and doesn’t betray camp, Luke when he’s older decides to visit his mother but with diyonius reader

the house on a hill

a ‘partners in crime’ alternate universe installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

alternate universe masterpost

words: 663

summary: alternate universe - driving up to mom’s for the weekend & some sweet domesticity - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: this was a cute lil way to clear my head! send more luke x trouble asks??

(posted 1/28/23 unbetad)

written in reference to this blurb

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Your head bumps against the car window as you jolt awake.

“About time that you woke up, babe,” Luke grins, his eyes still on the road. Blinking slowly, you look around at the trees blurring together as you stare out the window, recognizing where you are. The two of you were driving up from your apartment in Brooklyn, finally going to see his mom for the weekend. With graduation steadily approaching in the next few months, there was a lot to think about.

“How long was I out?” you groan, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. The sun is setting now, and a blue “Welcome to Connecticut! We’re Full of Surprises!” sign whizzes past the passenger window.

“Just an hour, but I got a little lonely,” Luke hums, rubbing circles on your thigh while his other hand is on the wheel. You lace your fingers with his own, watching him yawn. You can tell he needs this, and with all the time your dad drags you back to Montauk for ‘consults’, it’d be nice to get a dose of normal for once.

“Poor baby.”

Laughter spills out of you like a melody as you crack open the still-cold redbull in the cupholder, and he can’t help but admire your side profile as you take big sips. He’s so in love with you, and this weekend will be perfect. It has to be.

“Mmm, want some?”

Your boyfriend takes a sip, smiling when he hears you singing along to a Taylor Swift song. As you hold up an imaginary microphone for him to warble into, the distance to his childhood home gets smaller and smaller, until you spot the white picket fence of the property and squeal in excitement.

“Hurry up, I wanna see your mom!” you giggle, stomping your feet onto the car floor as he drives up the grassy path and honks loudly.

“Hey, I thought I was your favorite Castellan, trouble…” Luke says and his voice trails off when he sees his mom peeking through the kitchen window, waving at you.

“Whatever you say, angelface.”

You almost hop out of the car and run up the steps to hug her, gentle hands pulling you into a feeling of comfort only mothers can give.

“Hi Ms. Castellan!”

“Oh honey, I told you May is fine, or Mom. You’re already my favorite kid!” she grins, her smile exactly like her son’s, and the both of you turn to hear Luke grumbling as he pops the trunk to get your bags.

“Hi mommy,” Luke chuckles, bumping your hip to push you into the house as he kisses May’s cheek, “Stop being so obvious, you’re gonna spoil my surprise!” His hands fumble with the bags as he props a knee up to readjust his hold on your backpack and May’s hands reach out to help him.

“No, it’s okay, I got it, I got it…”

May catches the ring box that falls out of Luke’s back pocket, holding it to her chest with a knowing smile.

“You’re always gonna need some help, whether you admit it or not, my love.” She tucks the box into the pocket of his flannel shirt, patting it before she pinches his cheek.

“Luckily, you have a woman like her. Bless her heart for what you’ll put her through,” May says laughing at his scrunched-up expression.

“Guess I’m just scared she’ll say no.”

Luke sighs, looking at her like she holds the answers to the world.

“She’ll be crazy if she says no,” she reasons, and they both listen to you setting the table in the dining room.

“No, she’ll be crazy if she says yes. That’s why I want to marry her,” he snorts, bringing the bags in through the doorway.

“Um, mom? I think the cookies are burning!” you call out, sounding panicked.

The weight of the box in his pocket feels heavy, but his heart has never felt so light and sure of what’s to come.

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#made by ma1dita ♥︎#trouble!verse #luke castellan x dionysus!reader #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x reader fanfic #pjo imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percy jackson and the olympians #🪽

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neteyamsyawntu · 5 months

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Teylan appreciation because he’s such a cutie patootie.

I wanna pinch his cheeks and boop his nose, then put him in my pocket for safe keeping😌

#pls he’s so cute #he just wants to be called a good boy with head rubs #he definitely whimpers #avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar the way of water #frontiers of pandora #Teylan #Teylan avatar #Teylan smut

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moremaybank · 7 months

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If you are still taking prompts, could I request #30 for Rafe.

I absolutely love your writing!!

"i bet i can make you cum without even touching you."

warnings 18+, use of a fuck machine (don't even ask where that came from), reader is restrained and gagged, nipple play, masturbation (rafe), language/dirty talk, mentions of anal, mentions of face-fucking

author's note thank you so much, love! sorry for the wait, i hope you enjoy 🤍

prompt masterlist (requests closed) ; rafe masterlist

One of the biggest mistakes you've ever made was tell Rafe Cameron that he couldn't make you cum. You were being petty. He was getting on your nerves and it just slipped out. It was an obvious lie, but that didn't stop the darkness from flashing through his eyes when he chuckled dryly.

"I bet I can make you cum without even touching you, sweetheart. You don't wanna test me."

Now, here you were, gagged with one of his ties and plopped up on a chair in Rafe's bedroom. Your wrists and ankles were secured to the armrests, keeping you restrained and open to him. A machine was set on the edge of the bed a few feet in front of you, and attached to it was a thick sex toy that closely resembled Rafe's cock. It plunged into you harshly, your boyfriend controlling it with the small black remote in his hand. The devilish grin on his face was enough to tell you that he was enjoying this different surge of control far too much.

"You know, I originally bought this as a present for you. For when I was on a business trip and you were missing my cock. Missing me making your legs shake. I was gonna get you to send me videos of you using it so I could take care of myself. But now...now I'm thinkin' that there's so many other ways that I can have fun with it."

He clicks a button and the speed kicks up a couple notches. Your breath shuddered around the silk, and it was almost completely soiled with your drool as the liquid dripped past your lips. You closed your eyes, feeling your insides turning to jelly when the toy hit your special spot. Your pleasure climbed and you struggled against your restraints. Your hips jerked as you helplessly tried to soothe yourself from the rough fucking Rafe was giving you, though you were completely devoid of his touch.

"Eyes open. I want you to watch me take every ounce of your control from you. You need to know who's in charge, baby."

Rafe slipped the remote into his back pocket before walking over to you. His hands worked to free his cock, and he dragged it over the pools of saliva rolling down your naked front. He hooked his index finger under your chin, making you look up at him as he gripped himself. He hit his tip against your wet lips a few times, and your mouth ached to feel the glorious weight of his dick against your tongue and down your throat.

"You wanna tell me I can't make you cum?" He asked. "Well, guess what, baby? You can't make me cum either."

He started to stroke himself, flicking his wrist and twisting. His lusty eyes never left yours as he pleasured himself right before your eyes. It was torturous, watching his chest as he panted heavily, hearing the throaty groans escaping his lips. One of his hands retrieved the remote once again, setting it onto the highest setting.

You started to yelp, barely being able to grab a hold of the oxygen you needed. Tears gathered in the brims of your eyes and were soon rolling down your cheeks. You squealed when he abandoned the remote and twisted one of your nipples, pinching your sensitive bud tightly as the machine fucked you.

"Gonna use this thing to fuck your throat next, get it nice and bruised. Then I'll put it back in your pussy and fuck your ass myself, all at the same time," he mused, rutting his hips against his hand. "Your poor little holes, princess. They're gonna be gaping and sore."

Your sobs were making your throat raw, but they were music to Rafe's ears, causing his cock to twitch in his hand and his balls to draw up nice and tight. His skin felt as if it was on fire when you tried to beg him for a break through the gag of his tie. Your words were muffled and racked with your gorgeous cries, and you were hyperventilating with a struggle for air.

Rafe's hand migrated to your throat, squeezing as he fucked his hand hard, feeling his orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach. His seed shot out in spurts, ribboning over your plump tits and the curves of your stomach. A string of curse words fell from his lips, accompanying his release.

"Such a good doll for me, yeah? Letting me paint you and use you like a goddamn toy. So fuckin' pretty, baby."

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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (part four)

(Part one) (part five)

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Steve pulled Robin’s Madonna shirt back over his head, running a hand sideways through his hair, but it just flopped back over. His sneakers were still bloody, the laces stained. He hadn’t slept anymore after what happened outside with Eddie. His lungs still burned. His lips still ached.

He tied the laces of his sneakers, sitting down next to the door to the trailer, ignoring the way his hands shook. Wayne was sitting on the picnic table, watching Eddie struggle to drag the mattress out of the back of his van. Steve would have helped him, but when he had asked Eddie had snapped at him, saying that Steve didn’t need to show off and make him look bad.

Steve sat down next to Wayne, watching as Eddie fell flat on his ass in the grass, pressing his face into his hands. Wayne smiled slightly, a look of sympathy on his face, and Steve looked back to Eddie.

“Kid’s too proud for his own good,” Wayne muttered, nothing but fondness in his voice as he grabbed a cigarette from his pocket. Steve hated the way his cheeks flushed when he saw it. Wayne must have caught him staring, because he held it out to Steve, an eyebrow raised in question, and Steve shook his head quickly, trying to give him a polite smile. It came out more strained than he would have hoped.

After watching Eddie trip again, the mattress barely moving, Steve got up, his sneakers crunching on the rocks in the dirt beneath him. He ignored Eddie’s quiet noise of protest as he stepped next to him, grabbing the end of the mattress and turning it sideways up on himself. His arms hurt. He pulled it out and then leaned it against himself, loving the way that Eddie’s cheeks turned bright red, his eyebrows furrowed. “Where are we putting this?”

“Fuck you, Harrington,” Eddie bit out, pushing into Steve’s shoulder as he passed, the door of the trailer slamming shut. Steve’s shoulders dropped slightly, and he flinched slightly when he felt Wayne’s hand on his shoulder.

“S’okay, son,” Wayne said quietly, the cigarette pinched between his teeth, sticking out the side of his mouth. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Steve still felt like he had. Normally people didn’t get mad at him when he helped out—they thanked him and then moved on. And honestly? Steve wasn’t expecting a ‘thank you’ for Eddie. He would’ve been fine without them. He didn’t help just to be thanked anymore, that’s not who he was. “I was just trying to help,” Steve whispered, eyes glued to the screen door of the trailer. Eddie had closed the wooden one, too.

“He was trying to impress you, I think,” Wayne said thoughtfully, squeezing Steve’s shoulder lightly before letting go. “Say—you wanna run an errand with me? You seem good at lifting things.”

Steve froze slightly, perking up a bit. He would do anything if it meant having to go over to Dustin’s right about now. Because all Dustin would do was scold him for being reckless and going somewhere without telling him. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.”

“Great,” Wayne muttered, giving Steve a small smile before motioning for him to follow him inside. Steve did, and it felt good to be in the cooler trailer, even if it was only cooler by a small amount. The air conditioning didn’t really work there, he had learned, which is why the wooden door behind the screen one was usually kept open.

Wayne led Steve to the closet near the small kitchen area and opened it, pointing to a couple boxes on the top shelf. They were all labeled Antoinette. Steve wanted to ask who that was, but Wayne had a sad look in his eyes as he stared at the boxes. So Steve kept quiet and grabbed the boxes down, stacking them gently on top of each other.

“Takin’ these to the Antique store ‘couple miles from here,” Wayne explained, tearing his eyes away from the boxes. He scrubbed at his face for a moment and sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette and shaking his head when he breathed out. “You can load ‘em into my trunk.”

Steve picked the top box up. It wasn’t really heavy. Wayne could have easily carried it. But Steve got why he was being invited—this was too much of a personal thing for Wayne to do alone. And if this was making Wayne emotional, then Steve didn’t think Eddie would want any part in this. Still, he felt weird as he took the boxes to Wayne’s car. He didn’t even know this woman—and he was assuming this was her stuff that they were selling—and yet he was being trusted with her belongings.

When Wayne went back inside, probably to grab the last box, Steve opened the box he had just set in the trunk. There was a dress in there—white and pretty and expensive looking. Old, too. It was fraying at the hems and there were a few light stains on it, but other than that it was beautiful. And to Steve, the disrepair made it even more beautiful. He lifted it up, and pressed between that and an old looking bible was a small porcelain bird—yellow-ish orange, green designs that looked like leaves wrapping around the wings, two little black dots for eyes. It was only an inch or two big, Steve thought.

He picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It was pretty, too. Kind of shining in the sun.

“Like that?” Wayne asked quietly, and Steve startled, his grip tightening on the dove statue. His cheeks went pink and he felt horrible. He stuffed it back into the box, placing the dress down and closing the cardboard flaps back down.

“I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude—“ He stuttered out, but Wayne silenced him with a slight shake of his head.

“S’alright. M’not mad. You like it?”

Steve nodded, wringing his hands together. His palms were warm. “It’s pretty.”

“It’s from Georgia,” Wayne said, his voice oddly soft to be talking about a small porcelain bird. “It was her’s. Antoinette.”

He patted his hand against Steve’s thigh once and Steve stepped aside, letting Wayne reopen the box, a slight tremor to his hands as he picked up the dress and handed it to Steve, lifting up the dove.

Wayne’s hands were shaking so much, now, that Steve thought he might drop the bird, so Steve gently took a hold of Wayne’s wrist, steadying his hand. “Who was she? Antoinette?”

“Someone special,” Was all Wayne answered as he pressed the dove into Steve’s hand, wiping his eyes. “Keep it.”

“I can’t—“

“Please, son. I couldn’t bear the thought of this goin’ to someone I don’t trust.” Wayne begged quietly, and Steve nodded, gently stuffing the bird into his pocket. His eyes were watering, and he didn’t even know why.

“I’ll keep it safe,” he promised, letting go of Wayne’s wrist.

Wayne nodded. “You’re a good kid.”

The ride to the antique shop was short, but it made the world feel even hotter when they stepped outside. Steve helped Wayne unload the boxes, and then was told to wait, while Wayne went to go find “Sunny”.

So Steve sat in the back of Wayne’s open trunk, his feet dangling off the edge, toeing at the dirt with his bloody sneakers. Until there was another pair of shoes in front of him. Yellow converse. Steve startled slightly when he looked up, seeing a girl around his age right in front of him. She had dark brown skin with some pale patches spotting over her hands and arms—one over the bridge of her nose— freckles dotted over her face, and long brown hair that fell in braids down her back. Her eyes were fixed on Steve’s lips, and his tongue darted out to run across them nervously.

“Hi,” he said quietly, gripping the edge of the trunk as he leaned into it slightly, trying to put some distance between the two of them.

“Hi,” she said back, and Steve noticed that her voice sounded a bit off. It wasn’t really noticeable, but there was a slight strain to it, and it took her a moment to respond, almost like she had to remember how to say it.

She had a skirt that fell to her knees, and it was orange—almost the same color as the bird in Steve’s pocket. Her tank top was yellow, to match her sneakers, which had dirt scuffs on the sides.

She waved slight to get Steve’s attention, and then pointed to the boxes, before making a fist—her thumb sticking up—and placing it on top of the palm of her other hand. She moved her flat hand up, giving him a pointed look.

Steve frowned, tiling his head slightly. “I’m sorry?”

“Help,” she explained, pointing to the boxes again. “With the boxes, I mean.”

Steve nodded, giving her a moment to grab one of the boxes, before picking one up himself. The girl had three stacked on top of each other, carrying them inside—which left Steve to carry the last three. He took two trips, because he didn’t want to drop any.

The outside of the building was small and wooden—kind of in the middle of nowhere, with mostly patchy grass and dirt surrounding it—but it looked bigger on the outside. It was full of shelves covered in other people’s things, some of them looking ancient. There was a box of rings on the counter, and a small gold one caught his attention, but the girl kicked at his ankle lightly, like she wanted him to keep walking.

Wayne was leaning on the counter, giving Cleo a smile and a nod, before glinting back to talking with the woman behind it. She had frizzy gray hair that Steve thought used to be red, and deep tan skin, a few piercings in her ears and tattoos up her arms.

“Marge,” she said, holding out her hand, and Steve shifted the box in his arms to shake it.

“Steve.”

He looked back at Wayne, who was watching the girl rifle through one of the boxes. She pulled out the white dress, and then looked over at Wayne, who smiled slightly at her. “You can have that. I’d rather it goes to someone who’ll use it.”

The girl made some more hand gestures at him, frowning slightly, and Wayne sighed, speaking a bit slower. “I know, kid, but I’m old. I’m learning. Give me some time.”

The girl paused for a moment again, and then nodded, before running back off between some shelves with the dress in her arms. Marge turned to Wayne, her hair bounding slightly as she reached around the old-looking cash register, pulling out a stack of bills. “For her things.”

Wayne sighed, but it sounded more sad than apologetic this time. “Marge, that’s more than this is worth.”

“I know,” she said softly. “But you need it more than I do. Sunny and I’ll be okay.” Then Marge paused, smiling wider. “And she said she wanted you to know that by the next time you see her, you should be able to spell her name, yeah?”

Wayne laughed quietly, and Steve went over to the ring box, gently moving them around to get a good look at all of them.

“I’m trying, I swear,” he heard Wayne say as he turned a silver one with a big green gem on it over in his fingers. “But learning this kind of stuff out of a book is hard. It all looks funny.”

Steve quickly grabbed the golden one he had seen before, so that it wouldn’t disappear back into the piles. He looked closer, and on the inside it read, “I’ll be your star.”

Steve looked up and saw Marge eyeing the ring in his hands. “Posy ring,” she muttered.

“What?”

“You give it to someone you like, I guess. Term of endearment. Keep it, hun, no one else wants it.”

Steve frowned, slipping the ring onto his middle finger and then taking it off again. “Why not? It’s pretty.”

“Too much history, I think,” Marge said thoughtfully, eyeing Wayne with a small smile, before turning her attention back to Steve. “No one wants a piece of someone else’s love story.”

“Oh,” Steve whispered, looking back down at the Posy Ring. “I think…I think if it were mine I would like someone else to have it. I mean—this seems like it would be something important, right? I wouldn’t want it to just…sit there.”

“I said you can have it, honey,” Marge said, laughing softly again before shooing the two of them away. “Now go, go. Sunny and’ll unpack the boxes. Tell Eddie that Sunny said hi. She misses having him around, you know.”

Wayne nodded, and Steve picketed the ring. It felt good this time, to have someone else’s history with him. Antoinette’s bird was pretty, but its history was sad, and maybe even tragic. Steve didn’t know this ring’s history yet, but he’d like to find out.

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also I know there’s a shit ton of unexplained things, like with Antoinette, but they will be explained!! Don’t worry!!!

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yxngbxkkie · 7 months

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surprises (b.c)

two fics in one day isn't a common thing 🫢 i'm doing a fic of 3racha in NY for each one, so all that's left is hanji 🫢 I hope you guys like this and look forward to the next! 💓💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

Your heart is racing in your chest as you've been waiting for this moment for almost two months. You sit on a bench in Central Park, noticing a family having a picnic in the middle of the field. A smile reaches your lips as you watch the father chase his daughter around.

"Cute," you whisper to yourself, pulling your phone out. 6:43 pm.

You and Skijigi came up with a plan together to surprise your boyfriend, Chan, since the two of you haven't been able to see each other in a while.

"Just a little bit longer," you mumble to yourself, locking your phone before slipping it back into the hoodie pocket.

A shiver runs down your spine as the chilly wind brushes your clothed skin. You put the hood of your hoodie up, pulling the drawstrings to keep the warmth in.

You begin to glance around again, noticing two people walking in your direction. Your breath hitches in your throat as you recognize Chan.

You stand up from the bench, not being able to wait any longer. You start walking towards the two, and you giggle as Chan keeps his head down. You press your lips together before deciding to bump into him.

Skijigi slows down a bit without the man beside him knowing, wanting to give the two of you space to reunite. You purposely bump your shoulder with Chan's before instantly apologizing.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you keep your laugh in, placing one of your hands on his shoulder.

Chan looks up to apologize as well, only for his eyes to widen when he sees you. "Y/N?" He asks, looking around for his manager.

"Hi, baby," you chuckle, clasping your hands together.

He grins, dimples indenting his cheeks. "I can't believe you're here," he mentions before bringing you into a hug. "Hi, my baby."

You wrap your arms around his neck, your chuckling continuing. You hide your face in the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens.

"What are you doing here?" Chan asks after pulling away, his hands moving to your shoulders.

"I came to surprise my boyfriend," you tell him, lifting a hand to pinch his cheek. "I missed you, so Skijigi and I came up with a plan."

Chan moves his hands to your face, stroking your cheeks before kissing you softly. "How did I get so lucky?" He sighs.

"Turns out," you pause, gaining his full attention again, "you're real cute, baby."

His cheeks start to blush, and you know for a fact that his ears are turning red under his black beanie. You lean on your toes, planting another kiss on his lips.

"I love you," Chan whispers against your lips, one of his hands slipping behind your head.

"I love you too, Channie," you mumble, resting your forehead on his. "Wanna take a walk?"

He nods his head, and you grab a hold of his hand, lacing your fingers together. You rest your head against his shoulder as you and Chan begin to walk through Central Park together.

"Are you guys excited for tomorrow?" You ask him as your free hand rests on his bicep.

"Yeah. Han and Changbin are probably the most excited though," he laughs while you shift your head to look at him. "They're actual kids sometimes, I swear."

You let out a loud laugh, nodding your head in agreement. "They are kids, Channie," you remind him, picking at the fabric of his hoodie.

"Anyway, we're very excited. The other members have wished us luck multiple times already. I wish they could've been here," he sighs, shoving his free hand into his pocket.

"I know," you squeeze his bicep in reassurance. "There's always next time, remember that."

Chan nods his head before kissing the top of your head. "Thank you, baby," he whispers loud enough for you to hear. "What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn," you joke with him, nudging his shoulder with yours. He laughs with you before playfully rolling his eyes.

"You're probably right," Chan giggles as he starts swinging your conjoined hands. "Hey, I've got a question."

The smile falls from your lips at the serious tone of his voice. "Yeah? What's up, baby?" You ask him, beginning to feel a little nervous.

He stops walking and pulls you off of the path. That way, you're not in anyone else's way. Chan holds both of your hands, his dark eyes looking into yours. You squeeze them gently, signaling for him to ask his question.

"Would you move in with me?" He asks you, causing your eyes to widen.

"Really?" You ask in disbelief.

Chan nods his head, smiling fondly at you. You pout at him as you can feel tears brimming your eyes. "Oh, baby, don't cry," he panics slightly, releasing your hands to hold your face.

"Sorry, I'm just -" you laugh, shaking your head. "I would love to move in with you, Channie."

"Yeah?" He beams, eyes lighting up at your words.

You nod your head, and he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. He deepens the kiss immediately, and you hook your arms around his neck. After the two of you pull away, Chan wraps his arms around you before lifting you slightly.

"Are the guys okay with it?" You ask after he puts you down.

"I've already spoken with them, and they don't mind you moving in," he assures you, "plus, you practically already live there."

You giggle. "You're right."

Chan quickly kisses your lips again. "When we get home, I'll help move your stuff in," he grins widely.

"I love you, Channie."

He kisses your forehead, mumbling, "I love you too, Y/N. So much."

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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months

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Willy and Y/N are childhood friends turned lovers. After Willy opens his factory he decided to propose to Y/N. Maybe he takes her to relive their past dates and decided what better day to propose than Valentine’s Day and secretly created a chocolate line to mark the occasion without her knowing!! The song inspo for this fic is Glue Song bebadoobee.

ℒ𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Stop this is too cute!! mwah I love u for this anon. So sorry this took me a little too finish ): it was buried in my drafts

You smiled, saying goodbye to the customers as you changed the sign from open to closed. You leaned against the door, turning to the others.

Willy had decided to close early, saying he needed to spend time with you for Valentine’s Day.

“Where’s Willy?” You asked them, they pointed to his office upstairs.

“Thank you. Goodbye,everyone.” You said, they all said goodbye and left.

You headed upstairs, and slowly opened the door. He looked up from some papers to you with a small smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You said, wrapping an arm around him, he smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“You ready?” He asked, putting away the papers into a folder.

“You don’t wanna finish up?”

He shook his head “It’s not important.” He stood up, and he laced his hand in yours, you both walked downstairs and outside.

“So, where are we going?” You asked him with a smile, the breeze was lovely.

“Well, first I was thinking we should take a walk on the beach like we did-“

“Like we did on our first date!” You said, excitement visible in your voice. He smiled at it, glad you liked it.

You smiled back, moving to give him a small peck on his lips. You both soon reached the beach, and you both took off your shoes and walked next to the water.

“It’s so nice out today.” You said, looking out beyond the water.

“It is.” His hand left yours for a second, as he picked something up from the ground.

A small crab. He held it in his hands, putting it closer to his face for a moment, before it tried to pinch at him.

Willy flinched at it, but laughed and put it back down by the water carefully. You smiled and shook your head at Willy, and he put his hand back into yours.

You both talked for a while, and then you both left the beach.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” He replied, a smile on his face. You quirked an eyebrow but he took you somewhere he could propose that wasn’t so crowded.

It was a small beautiful trail, and you both walked until you saw a river. The sight was truly magical, and best of all, it was quiet. You could only hear the sound of birds, water flowing, and Willy going through his pockets for something.

You turned to him at the sound, and he pulled out a chocolate bar. You furrowed your eyebrows but took it anyways. The wrapping was pink, on the front it said your name, then Wonka…

“Read the back.” He said, eagerly. So you flipped it around.

“Y/n, I love you more than anything else. I’ve never met anyone else like you, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You have made my life so much better, and I’m so glad I have traveled here with you. Will you marry me?”

You stood, shocked for a moment. He waited for your reaction and you immediately wrapped your arms around him, crying into his shoulder.

“Yes!” You said, your voice muffled against him. He had started crying a bit too. The both of you had smiles on your faces as he grabbed another thing from out his pocket, a box this time.

He pulled the ring out, softly grabbing your wrist and sliding it over your finger. You admired it for a moment before loooking back to him.

“I love you.” You said to him when he cupped your face, he smiled and you kissed him.

“I love you.” He said, you both stayed there for a while until it got dark. Then, he took you home and invited you into his workshop for something.

“This, my love, is going to be the best chocolate line the worlds ever seen.” He said, motioning to the ones lined up on the table.

You looked at it, small hearts adorned on the wrappings and you smiled at him, giving him another kiss.

“Each one is specially made for you. They have your favorite flavors, colors, and little additions.”

“Oh, Willy… I’m sorry I couldn’t give you anything.” You said, suddenly feeling guilty. He’s done all this for you.

“You didn’t need to. Plus, you’re the reason the shops running right now. What better gift could I get than your love?”

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turvi · 10 months

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Sugar

Rodrick Heffley x Autistic!Reader

Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she contemplated opening the basement door. She knew Rodrick was practising right now, and it would be uncomfortable for her to sit through it.

She paced the hallway until she decided to sit on the couch, but she saw the time. It was almost 6 pm, and his parents would be back from the supermarket. So she left his home.

A few minutes later, his parents got home, and Rodrick looked for her everywhere.

"What are you looking for, Rodrick?" Susan's voice startled him. He put his hand on his chest as he took a breath of relief.

"Jeez! Susan, don't sneak up on your kids like this." Rodrick made a note to talk to Y/n tomorrow as he made his way to his room.

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The following morning Rodrick pelted stones on her window. He smirked when he saw her window open. "There's my pretty girl? Come down. I need to see you properly."

Y/n blushed and ran down the stairs. Straight into his arms. She smiled as she felt his hand drawing circles on her back.

"You alright, sugar? You went without saying goodnight," he asked, lightly pinching her cheek.

Y/n shifted her weight between her legs, her palms sweating. "Uhh... I actually had something in my mind."

Rodrick squinted his eyes at her. "what is it, sugar?" he gently caressed her arm, trying to calm her nerves.

"I wanna listen to you practice." she pouted as she looked up at him

Rodrick sighed. "Sweets, you know my loud music will make you uncomfortable, and I can't have that." his tone was soft.

His heart broke when he saw disappointment on her face. He took her hand and walked with her in the neighbourhood, hoping it would clear her mood.

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"Here you go, Rodrick". He immediately pockets the "mom bucks". Greg looked at his older sibling in suspicion. Rodrick barely would leave his room...somehow making Greg do all the chores. Now he was happily doing chores, being nice to him.

Greg saw as he ran upstairs, and he quietly followed him. He peeped through his door to Rodrick, taking out a stash of money from under his bed. He sat on the bed and started counting the money.

Rodrick looked at his drumsticks which looked like they could break any moment. He shook his head and ordered the noise-cancelling headphones. Greg hid when Rodrick got out of his room.

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The following morning Rodrick was confused when he found a few extra dollars in his stash. He turned around and saw Greg hiding and smiled. Rodrick thought he won't be pranking Greg...at least for a month. He quickly gift-wrapped the headphones and went to Y/n's home.

He could feel himself falling in love with the girl more as she brightened up as she saw the headphones and said. "Rodrick...you didn't have to buy this...these things are costly..."

Roderick interrupted her. "Take it as your early birthday gift. And now you can sit through my band practice." he shrugged. He could buy all the headphones in the world just to see her smile like that.

"What about your drumsticks?"

He blushed. Mentally he was picturing their marriage. "I can put tapes, and it will be good as new."

"I don't deserve this."

He pulled her closer to him, kissing her cheeks. "You deserve all the nice things. And I did this because I want my girl there when I practice. You are my lucky charm, my love, my heart."

Y/n blushed and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

He smirked and opened his arms. "Kiss me all you want, sugar."

Rodrick instantly felt her lips on him. He couldn't help but smile as she kissed him.

"I love you, Rodrick." She declared breathlessly.

"I love you too, Sugar."

@randodummy

A/N: I hope this was good. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

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lipglossanon · 11 months

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Be My Baby

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subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x older fem!reader

I have been working on like five different things but this wouldn’t leave my brain so have something not even on my WIP list 🤣 it’s just smut 🫣

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, subby Leon, reader is only slightly older for those who care 🤷‍♀️ 🤣, masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread as per usual; just short and sweet ✌️

Title from Be My Baby by The Ronettes

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Leon grins bashfully, a pink blush dusting his cheeks, “I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be,” you smile back at him, biting your lip as your eyes drag down his naked body, “it’s really hot.”

“Yeah?” he whines, cock twitching against his thigh, drooling precum everywhere.

“Mmhmm,” you hum breathily.

You’re seated at the foot of Leon’s bed as he faces you, kneeling in front of a fleshlight seated on a stack of his pillows. The flesh toned pussy drips lube as he rubs the fat tip of his cock along the opening.

“I feel a little silly,” he whispers, “I don’t see how you’re gonna feel good.”

“Trust me baby brother, I’m really enjoying it,” you giggle at his moan, “just wanna get you started before I do anything.”

He nods, pupils swallowing up the blue of his eyes. His gaze drops from you to look at where he’s grinding his cock against the fleshlight.

“Can I p-put it in, now?”

You smile at his nervousness.

“Yes, Leon, I want you to slowly slide your dick in that fake pussy,” you purr at him.

His hips jump as he groans, trying to ease his cock inside the sleeve but going a little too fast and spilling lube out of the side. A wet suctioning noise fills the room as he pushes his dick further into the pocket pussy.

“Does it feel good?” you murmur, eyes lidding in pleasure at watching Leon lose his composure to a toy.

“Uh huh,” he whines at you, eyes already tearing up, “s’good, big sis.”

You slip your shorts and panties off and sit with your legs spread so Leon can see your glistening cunt. His eyes widen and dart up to your face.

“Wha—“

“Is it as good as my pussy?”

He shakes his head so hard his hair tussles, “No no no no, yours is the best, best pussy I’ve ever had.”

He’s whining again, pulling out halfway to slide his fat dick back into the silicone toy stretching it out of shape.

You giggle and spread your pussy lips open, showing Leon how wet you’ve gotten.

“Getting me so hot, little brother. You gonna fuck that fake pussy good? Show me how that thick cock could spread me open?”

“Fuck,” he whimpers, one hand holding onto the fleshlight to keep it steady while the other grabs his own hair, “yeah, yeah, whatever you want. God I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Then go slow,” you coo at him, watching his blush spread down to his chest, “show me what I’m missing out on, baby boy.”

“Yes yes yes,” he babbles, squeezing his eyes shut to help slow his thrusts, “I don’t know if I can do this, you’re too hot, so fucking pretty.”

His words cause warmth to bloom in your chest, fondness making you smile sweetly at him.

“Oh, Leon,” you laugh softly, “just try your best for me okay?”

He’s nodding, eyes still shut, “I-I’ll try.”

“Good boy.”

His whole body shudders, hips pressing into the toy so hard you’re afraid it’s going to rip.

“Wanna be your good boy,” he slurs, eyes finally opening to hazily look into your face before dropping down to your soaked pussy.

“Be a good boy for you,” he moans.

The wet suctioning sound of his cock fucking into the toy has your toes curling. You slip your fingers across your clit, rubbing soft circles agains the bundle of nerves while you watch Leon thrust into the fake pussy. His little whimpers and sighs are making slick drip from your hole all over his bedsheets.

“Leon,” you whine, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit before slipping into your cunt, “sounds so dirty.”

He grunts as he slows down his thrusts again, “Can’t help it. Wanna cum, wanna cum in your pussy.”

“Me too,” you murmur, thighs twitching as you watch Leon pump his dick in and out of the fake lube filled pussy, “tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” he gasps out, watching as you finger yourself, “not as good as yours but, fuck, it’s so slippery inside and tight.”

You moan, eyes fluttering but not letting them close so you can keep watching Leon.

“It’s tight cause you’re so big,” you tease with a smile, “surprised you haven’t broken it.”

You watch as his hips stutter and his blush darkens.

“I have before,” he whispers to you, embarrassment coloring his tone, “I bought a cheap one and it ripped when I got too rough.”

You pull your fingers away from your pussy with a high keening moan, “Leon, that’s so hot. Almost made me cum.”

“Fuck,” he groans, fucking his cock faster into the toy, squelching noises getting louder and louder.

You watch his forearms flex as he tugs his hair and tightens his grip on the fleshlight. His pecs and abs tighten as he finds a steady rhythm to press his throbbing dick in and out of the toy. Leon’s stormy blue eyes jump from your expression to your drippy cunt, eagerly watching as you tease and rub at your clit.

Getting a flash of inspiration you raise up on your knees and crawl forward until you can throw your leg over the stack of pillows and sit down on the fleshlight, grinding your puffy cunt all along the soft material.

A punched out moan leaves Leon as he bucks harder into the toy.

“Your girlfriend’s pussy must be nice and snug now,” you giggle at him as he grabs your hips to help keep you steady.

“Girlfriend?” he asks in a daze.

“Yeah that tight little pussy you’re fucking right now, baby bro,” you coo at him, running your nails up his stomach leaving goosebumps in your wake, “such a lucky girl.”

He whines and presses his face against your shoulder, “S’good, she’s tighter now.”

You feel elated that Leon’s going along with you. Scratching your nails through his hair, you grind down on the fake pussy able to feel Leon through the material. His hips rabbit into the lube slick hole, loud wet squelches coming from between your legs.

“She must feel good, look how much harder you’re thrusting,” you whisper in his ear, nipping the shell, “such a good boyfriend. What would you say?”

“Baby,” he whimpers, “baby can I cum? Wanna cum so bad. Need t’cum in your pussy.”

“Good boy,” you press a kiss to his ear.

“Big sis, I need to cum, feels so good,” he groans.

You cluck your tongue, “Now Leon how’s your girlfriend gonna feel if you call her big sis?”

He thrusts even harder now, pounding the pocket pussy so hard it’s rubbing against your wet pussy and swollen clit.

“Can’t help it, always gonna think a’your pussy,” he’s drooling against your skin, “perfect pussy, my sister’s got the only pussy I want.”

“Leon,” you moan, tugging on his hair, “such a bad boy. Now apologize to your girlfriend.”

“M sorry,” he kisses the skin covered in drool, “sorry, baby. Got carried away. Wanna cum, please. Let me cum inside you.”

“Leon, she’s not on birth control,” you tease, “so you might knock her up.”

He whines, hands tightening around your hips as he mouths at your clavicle.

“Wanna cum inside. You let me, why can’t she?”

“Cause I said no,” you murmur, “you don’t get to cum in her wet little pussy, only mine baby brother.”

He growls biting your neck as his cock pistons into the fleshlight.

“Only yours,” he moans, “please I’m so close. Can I cum inside you?”

“Keep fucking your girlfriend and I’ll think about it.”

A low whine is pressed into your neck but he does as you say, fucking his cock in and out of the messy wet sounding toy. Reaching down, you rub your clit in quick rough circles feeling close to your own climax.

You raise up and yank the pocket pussy off of Leon’s cock then angle his dick up against your dripping hole and slide down onto him with a moan.

“I’m close, Leon,” you pant against his mouth, “want you to cum in me. Creampie your sister’s pussy.”

“Yes,” he hiccups a moan, tears beading at his lash line, “pussy so good, so fucking good.”

You moan and rock down onto him while rubbing your clit. Leon quickly picks up the same pace he was using with the toy and your eyes roll back as he knocks against your cervix at this angle.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum,” he chants, hands moving from your hips to grab your ass and bounce you harder on his dick.

“Me too,” you moan, toes curling as Leon fucks you harder, skin slapping as his hips meet your ass again and again.

A growling moan rumbles in Leon’s chest as he buries his cock deep into your pussy and you feel hot spurts of cum fill you up. His fingers slip next to yours and pinches your clit at the same time you do causing your thighs to lock up as your pussy walls clench down on his dick.

You muffle your moan by pulling Leon into a messy kiss, both of you panting and mewling as you grind down on him prolonging both your orgasms. His cock kicks weakly in your pussy as your cunt slowly relaxes enough to let him slip out.

“S’good,” he buries his face against your neck and drops kisses everywhere along the skin, “so good.”

You giggle and run your hands through his messy hair, “Mmmhmm, have to do it again sometimes.”

“Yes, please,” Leon eagerly agrees, pulling away to smile at you, “just say the word.”

You pat his cheek, “You’re just too cute, baby brother. C’mon, help me up so I can go clean up.”

He helps you stand on wobbly feet and hands you your panties. Slipping them on, you prevent most of Leon’s cum from leaking everywhere; the hot sticky jizz oozes into the gusset of your panties making you squirm in place.

“Maybe you should help me to the bathroom,” you smile coyly at him, “don’t wanna make a mess.”

“Anything you say.”

His eagerness makes you giggle which turns into a shriek of laughter when he scoops you up bridal style.

“You don’t have to be so dramatic,” you laugh softly.

“It’s the fastest way,” he blushes, eyes darting away from you, “besides I like holding you.”

Butterflies swarm in your chest making your smile bigger and brighter, “I like it too. Wanna cuddle on the couch and watch movies after freshening up?”

“Yes, please,” Leon’s blush flares out from his face down to his neck.

He’s so cute, you want to bite him! But you decide to save it for later; after all, you guys have all night to have fun.

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berristreasuredlibrary · 5 months

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I wanna do domestic things with my loves. :(

Warnings: none, just some cute little fluff for my grumpy baby <3

Like go grocery shopping with Katsuki and listen to him groan and whine about having to be in public, but then he’s snatching a box outta your hands because, “Ain’t no way my girl ‘s gonna have this cheap shit.” And then he’s grabbing all the brand names and putting things back on the shelf because, “That ain’t healthy for ya, baby.” But he’s making mental notes of everything he’s put back just so he can come back another day and purchase them because he knows it makes you happy. He has his hand in your back pocket, thumb occasionally running the curve of your ass while he walks side by side with you. Or wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin atop your head because it’s almost his bedtime and he’s tired. When it’s time to pay, he taps his card to the music playing over the speakers, matching the beat, while his other hand fiddles with your fingers. He mumbles a gruff, “‘preciate it.” But his tone is softer, just a smidge, because he sees an old couple waiting in line behind you both. And, although he’s tired, he walks to the car and sets the groceries in, then he waits for the couple to come walking out with their cart full of their groceries. Once he sees them, he walks over to them and offers to put their groceries in their car for them. As soon as they agree, he’s helping the older man to their car, one arm around his back and the other arm being used by the gentleman to hold onto. He helps the man into the car and walks over to the little old lady who’s opening the trunk. He makes small talk with her, his voice quieter and he lets her do most of the talking. He listens intently, nodding along to her words and a soft smile gracing his lips when he learns she’s been married for over 50 years. He glances over at his car, his eyes finding you immediately, watching for a moment as you snuggle into the Dynamite hoodie you stole from him, and his smile widens just a fraction, because that’ll be you. You’ll be the cute little old lady and he’ll be your old man. All wrinkly and slower than before, but he’ll still think you’re the prettiest little thing he ever laid his eyes on. Once the groceries are in, he lets the little lady pinch his cheeks affectionately, murmuring a gentle, “Have a goodnight, ma’am.” Before he takes the cart back and gets into the car where you’re waiting. You smile at him, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to his lips, and he smiles back, cradling the back of your head to prolong the soft kiss, his mind racing with thought of the future, because he wants you to be his little old lady.

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decadentworld · 1 year

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Rebirth.

Billy’s first time with you.

※ Bottom Billy Hargrove/Top Male Reader

※ 11,270 words

※ Personal work (not request).

※ Content & warnings: First time bottoming. Crying during sex. Angst. Light D/s dynamics (Sub Billy Hargrove/Dom Male Reader). Emotional sex. Vulnerability. Praise kink. Sort of PWP. Overstimulation.

※ Both characters are 18 or older.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

※ Warning: this gets real sad, real fast.

“Hey…”, you ask the man after you’ve paused your kissing. “…you okay?”

Currently, you have Billy pressed against the wall next to your bedroom door. Your house’s dim lighting puts this very moment into focus, as though time is concentrated into a needlepoint. There is not a single thing you’d rather be doing than this. Him. The sole fact that he’s yours is already enough to keep you up at night.

His gaze lowers and he looks elsewhere, not at you, never at you at this time. That’s one of the things that drew you in to him like a moth to a flame. That little detail, the fact that, out there, he has to be so very him: boisterous, dangerous, loud, bigger than life… but in this pocket of space you both call home, that he tentatively calls his safe space, he can finally be him: vulnerable, insecure, shy, small.

So he does not look at you, never at you, and rather lowers his head to a side as he nods as a response to your question. There’s a pinched expression in his face that does not go unnoticed by you.

“Y’sure?” Your lips find the left side of his forehead. “You still wanna…?”

Because this is a huge step, isn’t it? It’s what you’ve both been discussing for some time now. He wants to go further. And hell, it wasn’t easy for him to say it at all. Said it somewhat similarly to the way he’s looking right now. Quiet. Meek. Looking elsewhere.

But your boy is so brave. Secretly trembles in the adversity of society’s opinion on people like him and you and still pushes forward with a bold front, told you he wants you to be his first in this aspect.

“Mmm-hmm,” is his answer. He doesn’t notice, of course, but his hands, the ones holding your own arms, which at this time are around his waist, start trembling more and more, a minute thing that only you can perceive.

“Okay.” An easy answer, because you can’t make this complicated to him, not when he’s like this. “We can still stop anytime—”

“Don’t wanna fuckin’ stop.” And, oh, he’s grunting it out now. Now, he’s turned into the spitting image of a cornered animal, and you have to tread carefully. When he’s like this it’s because his emotions are getting the best of him. You know he’s nervous.

Your right hand finds its way to his chin. You lift his face up, until he’s facing you, though his eyes are not quite there yet. Still pointedly looking to his right, to the floor, even as he’s under your intense gaze and visibly getting hotter under the collar, more flustered, his breathing heavier.

“Look at me, Blue.” It’s not quite an order. It will not be unless you both discuss it in depth first.

The few inches you have on him mean he has to —slowly, painstakingly— look up at you, and isn’t that a heady feel? To have such a beautiful man look up in wonder at someone or something bigger than him? Someone who can envelop him completely and seal him away from the world’s horrors?

“This is your call, yeah? I want what you want.” The knuckles of your right hand brush against his pink cheek. He traces the movement with something akin to uncertainty. “And if you, right now, want to flee this house, I won’t stop you.”

“Then why did you stop?” There’s a croak in his voice. His eyes fight to stay on yours, and there’s a shine on them that wasn’t there before. “Why d’you think I wanna stop? Huh?”

You give him a small rueful smile he watches perplexed. “Babe… you haven’t stopped shaking like a leaf since we set foot in my room—”

“No I’m n— I’m not. Shaking.” And his head is back in that position. Not looking at you in any way.

You purse your lips. Your arms that were around his waist again untangle some, until your hands are pressed against the low of his back. His hands, that were holding onto your arms, move with the jostling. At the same time you rub against his back, feeling the littlest squirm against them, you lower your mouth to his cheek.

The gentle treatment compels him to press more of himself against you, still not looking at you properly, but wondering what got into you to hold him like this.

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I’m not.”

A gentle kiss on the cheek. A trembling sigh in response. “I know you are, and I’m not judging you for it.” Another kiss, this time lower, on the jaw. “I just want you to know…” A kiss on the jugular, like an animal playing with its prey, and Billy feels as if he were right into the wolf’s fauces with how fast that same vein is beating against your mouth. “…that you don’t have to pretend with me.” One on the juncture of his neck and shoulder and the trembling he’s trying to deny so indubitably only worsens. Then, a series of kisses, tracing that same path backwards, as you punctuate each with a word: “I. Will. Take. Care. Of. You.”

A last kiss on the corner of his mouth, and you have his full attention. Your faces are so close that you could just close your eyes and still feel the heat coming off his.

And his eyes. It’s almost an obsession now. You thought they were blue before, like the gentle waves he could relax on during the quietest pockets of his life before coming to this city. But now. Now they’re somehow accentuated. No longer calm, but the imposing waves during a thunderstorm in the middle of the ocean.

Because the white of his eyes has progressively turned more red and the lighter blue of his eyes could save any lost man at sea.

You don’t comment on this as of now. Just the fact that he’s already like this, and you haven’t done much yet, speaks volumes about how much trust he’s putting into you. The subtle tremble in the space between his eyebrows, the much more visible one of his chin, right under his drooping lips…

You nuzzle your noses together and that somehow seems to be his breaking point. He heaves, blinks in rapid succession, and looks like he’s having a battle with himself, head turning to the side again but coming back, always coming back to you. Then, decided, tilts his head up more, directing those stormy eyes on yours and then your lips.

“You’ll… You’ll take care of me?” His voice is no more than a croak.

In response, your hands seek his. Once they find them, you guide them towards his chest and towards themselves, something that confuses him at first. His arms are now fully folded against himself. Then, your arms encircle his body. You make sure there’s not a breath of space between you.

This is how you envelop him completely. You are his shield, and nothing can get to him.

His heavy breathing is shaky as well. You nuzzle the side of his face and that draws him in.

“Always.”

It seems the waterworks are about to start for him, so he quickly hides it by kissing you, full on the mouth this time.

This is not nervousness over the sex as a physical act, you realize. This is something bigger. You leave this thought aside for a second as you return the kiss with all the affection you can muster. Your arms that are encircling his body start lowering as you leave soft smacks of your lips on his, until they’re only around his waist. But his own arms are still where you left them; he’s afraid of breaking this bubble you created.

Finally, your hands set on his hips. They start caressing the clothed skin there, and, in this moment of catharsis you’ve bestowed upon him you can feel him writhe against your hands, a small, happy thing you notice is grounding him.

His arms are still in the same position when you withdraw. When you do, he chases after you, but quickly retracts in shame.

“Oh, sweetness, you want more?”, you mumble close to his lips, noticing how he sighs in pleasure at this.

So you give him more. One short kiss against his lips, two more, loud smacking noises in the silent room, and then a small bite on his lower lip that makes his body vibrate.

He withdraws with a loud gasp but does not stop looking at you in yearning. His hands finally lower to find yours and he guides them to his heaving chest. His chest, the most of which is uncovered, since the man can absolutely not wear a shirt without undoing at least three of its buttons.

Billy is so brave, so good to you, he made the first move to let you know it’s okay to have this, to have him. Your hands find the hairless skin and the contact is electric. He heaves heavy breath after breath and can’t seem to decide whether to look at you or at the point of contact, because your hands feel so good on him, on his chest, such an unassuming place that would bring him so much pleasure. And his chest is so warm, too. Your fingers splay over the upper part of it, and you can’t believe how much heat irradiates off him. The tips of your fingers manage to touch his clavicles while the lowest parts of your palms press softly lower down his chest. And —this is what gets you the most— Billy blushes everywhere. The center of his chest is such a beautiful shade of pink, the same or similar to the one on his freckled face, that you just can’t help but rub both hands on the expanse of his pectorals. You feverishly wonder if your hands can leave a brand on his skin, because it seems to be turning an ever darkening shade, and you realize it’s only your own effect on Billy’s sensitive skin.

His hands have been holding onto your wrists, directing only at first but now just resting there, or holding on for dear life, you can’t tell. The only thing you understand is that you have to get your hands —and your mouth, dear god. Your mouth— on those pretty pink nipples, so you start a slow, sinful massage of your fingertips over the meat of his pecs, something that seems to agitate him even more with how heavy he’s breathing now. His mouth is open, he’s fully looking at you now, like he can’t believe his life has finally lead to this point.

And then, the palms of your hands graze across his nipples, and his body seizes. He makes this small, broken noise that catches your attention, and he doesn’t want you to look at him, he seems so embarrassed, as if he doesn’t want you to see how affected he is with just this. But you’re ruthless in your mercy, and bring your face closer to his, nuzzling close to his nose again, and he’s wordless as you begin a sensual massage from the center of those two pleasure points outwards, the entirety of your hands on him.

Another broken noise, this time more choked off than the first one. Your faces are so close together that it would only take a small push to kiss again, but you don’t. Your lips are right there, barely coming in contact with his, not kissing while you continue this erotic touch, and you’re now basically breathing the same air. You have an exhilarating thought: maybe he’s more pent up about the fact that you won’t close the distance between your lips than about the fact that you’re outright feeling up his chest. Because, truly, his desire only grows bigger when it’s not acted upon.

Your hands lower to the sides of his chest, underneath his shirt. Your thumbs press against his nipples.

His body curls into you, and then his head knocks against the wall behind him, and you can perfectly see the expression he makes and hear the song he sings for you and you just…

You’re the one to cave in. This kiss is a masterpiece of a choreography: the force of it almost knocks him back against the wall. His hands hold onto your wrists for dear life as he feels his body move on its own, a writhing of his spine against those burning points of contact on his nipples. Then, for the next dance steps: your thumbs start rubbing circles on those pretty pinks. At the same, he, as if synchronized, opens his mouth just in time for you to push your tongue into it, rubbing circles against his own tongue in a similar fashion to the way you’re touching him below. And doesn’t this rush the grand finale? Small sounds start filtering off the closed space you’ve created with the cavern of your mouth. A mix of his own choked off moans, smacking noises of your lips each time they withdraw only to come back to him again, slick sounds of your tongues circling each other. The perfect musical score for your magnum opus, because you did this. You have set off these reactions and you have stored this fragile boy’s trust in you, and have seen it come to fruition like this.

It’s all carefully synchronized. You bite his lower lip and pinch the now erect peaks, gentle roughness matching both places and he gasps, pressing his chest more against you, like he craves that tender kind of pain. And, oh, he’s losing himself to you. Now he moves and is the one to initiate a rougher kiss, and you lose yourself to him as well, because you answer back in kind, the kiss now with exhilarating hints of teeth from both parts. But you have plans for him. Of course, he will get nothing but the best from this treatment, this particular type of roughness you can give him that will not have him running for the hills. So you detach your lips from his, though it’s an intermittent thing, because his lips were made to be kissed, and you can’t help yourself with a few more noisy smacks against them, but when you’re finally done, you attach these same lips to his neck, a quick, sharp point of contact when you show the slightest hint of teeth, to which in turn he exhales heavily, and your mouth just keeps going down, on his clavicle, then on a meaty part of his upper pec, and then…!

And then your mouth is on his left nipple, and he shouts, and he tries to keep it down, and then you start sucking and your left hand is fondling his right pectoral, and his hands hold onto the back of your head and you do something with your tongue that has him trembling and moaning outloud this time, and he crosses his legs and isn’t that a sight, he’s fully hard beneath his jeans, and he’s so needy and your right arm surrounds him and your right hand gropes his ass and his hips are pushed forward and he sobs as your own hips meet his and you grunt against his chest and the vibrations are too much for him and your mouth never leaves him as you lick a trail all the way to his right nipple and he blubbers and the heat of his chest feels like home to you and you bite his nipple and—

“Fuck me!”

You withdraw quickly to witness the spectacle: his hands are to the sides of his head against the wall. His almost fully open shirt, all rumpled, the crimson of its color and the pink of his chest a perfect palette. Below, the tent of his erection against the front of his jeans is enhanced by the small wet spot, right where the tip should be. Above, his face turns out to be the real zenith of the play. Mouth open as he draws in breaths, eyebrows pinched, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

‘I surrender’ would be the perfect title for this masterpiece of a performance.

You get close to him again and he rushes to hold onto your shoulders, like he cannot stand to be unmoored for one second. You encircle his waist, and your hands lay on his ass, and it’s a perfect fit. The comedown has to be gentler, this time. You give him a short, soft kiss on his lips that he chases after you’re done.

“So good for me, Bill. Telling me what you want.” The mumbled praise next to his ear has such an effect on him, you still can’t believe he could actually blush more. “Where do you want it?”

He takes a couple of deep breaths, calming himself down before he blows too soon. “Uh… the b-bed, I guess.” He tries to look to the side, embarrassed that he, he of all people could stutter at a time like this, but you don’t let him, left hand on his chin gently forcing him to keep his eyes on you.

“Yeah?” Your hands fondle that firm ass of his, still clothed, but he feels it as though he had nothing on, and he fights to keep his eyes open and on you, stubborn to give into his desire to close them and just feel.

Though it’s a reluctant move —because it is a tragedy, that you can’t multitask— your hands leave their place and set themselves on the few done buttons of his shirt.

He nods, and it almost gives you whiplash, how shy he’s looking right now, as if he didn’t shout out how he wanted you to fuck him some seconds ago.

You start unbuttoning the remaining part of his shirt before he loses his courage, and when you’re done, you hold his gaze intensely for one second as your hands find their way to his belt. He has to look down at what you’re doing because he needs to check that this is real, and because he just can’t with he way you’re looking at him. You keep looking at him even as he can’t decide between looking down or up, even as you undo his belt and his jeans, and then pull the tails of his shirt out of his jeans.

It seems like he braves through it and decides to face you in the end. Your hands stroke a sensual path up his bare chest until they’re underneath the fabric on his shoulders. You slowly push his shirt off him, not leaving his eyes for one second as the shirt falls to the floor. His body is so very perfectly sculpted, and you can’t wait to see more of him. Never leaving his skin, your hands lower down his body in a sensual caress, so low you have to bend over a bit, until your right hand is tracing his left leg, lower and lower. He looks confused for a slight moment until a gentle firmness tells him you want him to flex his leg. He does, and you use the momentum to lay his foot on your own folded leg. You start undoing his shoe.

This is the part where he looks at you like he can’t believe you exist. To be able to just stand there, against the wall, while someone else pauses their foreplay to simply take the time to undress him, or like the undressing is part of the foreplay too, maybe… he doesn’t think he can describe this moment. Not now, not ever. The only thing he knows is that he can’t think this over too much or he’ll start crying for sure this time, even before the sex begins.

Once his shoes are done, you rise and come back to his mouth, your home, and after a soft peck your hands find their way to the front of his pants. You hook two fingers of both hands beneath his underwear right away, and with a long heated look on his behalf, you slowly lower both jeans and underwear down his legs.

It’s so exhilarating when his hard cock springs free. You don’t know who’s the more excited of the two.

You use the excuse of lowering his lower garments to crouch before him, until you get to your prize, and exhale a hot breath right over his hard and leaking cock as you’re lowering them down his knees, and he almost keels over at the feel. Then, as if too stupefied from that simple action, he takes several seconds before remembering to lift his feet so that you can fully take his pants off and away. As you rise up again, you do the same thing, this time a quick brush of your lips against the head of his cock almost his ruin.

He’s on you the moment your faces are close again. You can’t tell whether it is because he truly can’t stand to be far from you for a second or because he’s feeling embarrassed again, but you return the messy kiss until he’s almost out of air. You notice this but he doesn’t stop, somehow. There’s a notable shaking of his hands on the back of your head as you lay your hands on his bare body.

You pull back because you simply have to look at him. He chases after you with a gasp but stops himself at the last moment, and you know he’s mortified, if the strong blush on his face is indicative enough. And now, he’s fully bare for you to feast on. Your eyes trace heated paths across his body, and your hands follow those same paths. He beckons you, just by being himself. He can’t seem to choose between looking at you or at what you’re doing to him, but Billy’s equally pleased with the way you’re touching him and the way you’re looking at him, like you want to commit every single detail to memory.

You can’t help yourself and grope at his pecs once more, the view so much better now that you can see his chest, unhindered. Rough, calloused fingertips play with his nipples and the sides of his torso, and he lays himself onto you, ripe for the taking.

“God, Billy. Your fucking body…” Your left hand rubs down his navel, feeling him squirm at the sensation. Your right hand goes around his body and slowly, painstakingly approaches the lower part of his back.

He almost jumps a foot in the air and moans when your hand is suddenly there, groping the swell of his ass. He can’t look at you. God, he can’t. The way you’re spreading him with one hand is too much for him and he has to hide his face in the crook of your neck as he tries to muffle his moans.

“Sensitive there?” Your right hand traces the inner part of his cheek, and one of his feet kicks against the wall as a reflex. His face is radiating so much heat right now, because you’re so close to touching his hole.

But Billy can’t handle you laying it all on him at once, so he instead withdraws —with such a red face you can’t believe it’s not feverish— and says, “You too. T-Take off your clothes.”

Sweet boy. It truly takes a lot for him to not want the attention on him anymore, and this seems to be it, the way you’re this close to consuming him entirely and the way he would terrifyingly let you. But doesn’t he know that tonight is all about him? He will receive as much attention as he needs to and he will burst at the seams with it. So, instead of taking your time, you quickly start undressing before him as he watches almost in foreboding, understanding that this is about him. But he tries to prolong this, lays his hands on the front of your pants, looking at you with shyness, then, at his own hands, trying to open your button and zipper, but his hands are trembling too much for it.

You chuckle against his lips, receiving a meek sigh in response. “My good boy. Trying to help me.”

It’s the first time you say it loud and clear. He’s your good boy. And your good boy looks faint from it. He’s trying to blubber something out but he can’t seem to form the words, so your mercy comes in the form of a slow, forceful kiss, in which he can’t keep himself quiet. It’s as if the floodgates have been opened with these two simple words. The only reason his moans aren’t that loud is because you’re not giving his mouth a second of respite. Meanwhile, your hands find his, and you finally withdraw from his lips and watch, exhilarated, as he chases after you. It’s becoming tradition now, and it’s probably one of your newest favorite things about Billy.

“It goes like this,” you say, and your fingers guide his in undoing your pants. After it’s done, you hold his gaze as you lead his hands to the sides of you, slowly beginning to push down your lower garments all at once. He bends forward some, similar to what you did with him, but doesn’t go down all the way and seems to lose his courage in the middle of it, because you’re the one who ends up taking off the rest of your own clothes as he pointedly looks at your eyes only, as if he already knew what he was going to encounter and was terrified and thrilled at the same time.

The last of your clothes is now away from you, and you both stare down at each other, with nothing blocking the way.

Your right hand finds its way under his chin. You rub your thumb across and under his lips, and feel his hot, heavy exhale against it.

He blinks quickly in succession. His eyes do this funny thing where they want to look down but end up looking at you and then elsewhere, like he’s embarrassed again and doesn’t know where to look. You think he deserves some encouragement, and lower your mouth to his for a quick peck. Then, your right hand, still holding his chin, starts tilting his head down, slowly enough that he can push you off if he wants to, but he doesn’t want that. No, he does not. As he’s being lead down, his eyes quickly find yours once more in a slight… panic? Excitement?, before he’s facing down and has nothing more to look at but you.

And you can hear and feel his reaction. Because that’s the thing. You’re big, bigger than he was possibly expecting, and a small croak of a moan confirms this same thought he’s currently having. He swallows down and looks you in the eye, from under his lashes, and does he have any idea of what that does to you?

He wants to put his hands on you this time. He doesn’t even know where to start so he settles on your navel. He briefly looks up at you again, but then down, like he’s quickly becoming obsessed with the sight of you. Your hands, in turn, find his hips and lower still. They come to rest right on the sides of his erect, flushed cock, and he does this little jump, and you’re quickly realizing that he’s a lot more sensitive that you initially thought. Hmm…

Billy can’t hide the trembling in his hands anymore, but you’re going to trust him on this, trust that he knows what he’s doing and that he wants it. His nervous hands hover around your cock and it’s like he’s having an internal battle with himself over something, or maybe he truly can’t believe he gets to look at another naked male in a sexual situation and is still getting acclimated to it, so perhaps a little incentive will work.

“Touch all you want, sweetness. It’s all yours.”

He gets this little nervous look on his eye that’s somehow eclipsed by the thrill he’s feeling and showing. So, he obeys. The first contact on your cock is warm, timid, rough from the dryness. Billy has his full attention on your member now. Now, this here is something that would make any man in the world preen: the way Billy’s looking at your cock is comparable to that of someone witnessing a wonder. He’s just holding it, feeling the heavy weight of it on his right hand as his nervous left hand can’t decide if it wants to feel out your testes. You notice this and you gently lead that hand down, showing him he can unequivocally feel to his heart’s desires. The contact on both points feels nice, though clearly insecure on his behalf. And his face. You could’ve never pictured anyone looking at someone else’s sex the way he is. His mouth opens and closes like he can’t find the words, some quiet gasps resounding in the otherwise quiet room.

This leaves you with that same question from before, when he looked ready to weep just from being treated nicely. What is it about this situation that has him so agitated?

“Okay?”, you just have to ask. “Does it feel nice?”

You expect him to snark, but you surprisingly get a somewhat enthusiastic nod in response. Only now you realize that you haven’t touched his cock still, and yet he’s been hard from your foreplay all this time. Well. You obviously have to fix that.

Only that before you can lay a hand on his cock, he shocks you by leaning into you, and then going down, down, down…

“Oh, honey…”

The vision of a bare Billy Hargrove kneeling at your feet is something that’ll haunt your dreams forever, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course, you didn’t expect anything from Billy because he doesn’t owe you anything, and this is about him tonight, but if this is what he wants to do then by all means you will make it unforgettable for him, because this is probably his first time giving head to a man, isn’t it?

He’s gaping at the heavy cock in front of him, holding it in both hands, and then at you.

You run the fingers of your right hand through his soft hair. “Need me to guide you?”

He’s doing that thing again, where he’s opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, can’t decide what he wants to say, and to you this is a clear visage of a boy who needs a nurturing hand.

“S’alright, gorgeous. I’ll tell you what to do. Yeah?”

Billy heaves a heavy breath and nods. So it seems like he’s going non-verbal for the moment. It doesn’t concern you right now, but you’ll keep an eye out in case anything goes wrong. You feel the slightest hint of guilt for thinking he’s so fucking hot like this, not being able to even speak out from lust.

“Open your mouth.” He does. “Pull out your tongue for me, handsome.” He does, too, though slowly, like he’s embarrassed. “Now, just start like this,” and you run your finger across your cock in random strokes, showing him how he’s to lick you, get you wet. “You told me girls sometimes did this to you, yeah? Just do what you’d like to get done on you.”

But, there’s a problem with that. Billy has been with girls before, has had sex with them, but never out of real desire. It has always been a carefully crafted mask for him, the fact that he has to be seen with a girl just to fend off his piece of shit father’s heavy suspicions of him being queer. So, the entirety of his sexual experiences can be summarized into forced orgasm after forced orgasm, doing the most to seem interested enough. So he cannot possibly ‘do what he’d like to get done on himself’ because no situation where a girl was sucking him off could count as genuinely pleasurable for him.

The pause he makes as he’s processing these thoughts and this gentle encouragement of yours tells you all you need to know. “Just start with this pretty pink of yours, yeah?” The tip of your index finger strokes across the expanse of his tongue.

He pulls it back in to swallow, because the way you’re treating him will be his ruin someday, and pulls it back out. There’s a hot blush on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

And then, he begins. Nervous, but braving through it, always your boy, he starts with a small kitten lick on the underside of your head. His tongue is like velvet, so hot and alive under you. There’s no words to describe this masterpiece of a vision. He swipes his tongue a little lower, going down to the base and then returning to his first spot. The hot breath he heaves as he pulls his tongue back in to wet it gives you a little thrill. Then, his tongue sweeps all the way up and against the front of your cockhead, and you know he’s now got the taste of your pre-cum, if the short-lived pursing of his lips is any indicator. You know it can’t taste that good, but your boy is full of surprises. After a quick closing of his lips, and a muffled smacking of them, as if he’s savoring the taste and trying to get to a conclusion, he goes back for another taste. And another. He’s holding your gaze, daringly, as he keeps tasting the few drops that keep coming out of you.

Your right hand has a life of its own, finding his soft locks like they’re its home. “Such a good boy for me, Blue.”

Billy always gets a bit more flustered with each time you say that to him. Right now, he’s breathing heavily, only now remembering to use his hands as well. He starts a slow, soft stroke of his hands near the base of your cock while he keeps using his tongue under your head. It’s a nice form of gentle stimulation.

Your finger cards through his curls. “Look at yourself, Billy. Doing so good.” It’s the start of something raunchy, what you’re about to do, but your left hand finds its way to his lips. Your thumb hooks down against the inner part of his cheek and pulls outwards. It’s an obscene image, the beginning of a very obscene expression on him, him with his tongue on a man’s cock, his cheek bulging out.

And yet. The small gasp that resounds in the room does not sound as if he dislikes it.

You end it as quickly as your started it. You get your thumb out and rub it against his lower lip, effectively wetting it. He looks at you with something that looks very much like excitement.

“Try using your lips now, gorgeous.”

He puts his tongue back in his mouth and he swallows and he licks his lips. He briefly looks down in embarrassment and then back at you. He nods. He gets his lips closer to the head of your cock, but he pauses for some seconds here. He pointedly looks at your member now, like he’s gearing up for something. He bites his lower lip. Billy quickly looks up at you and then down again. Then, closes the distance and puts his closed lips to the tip of your cock. The contact is shy, clearly new to him, but what he lacks in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm. Immediately, his lips open, and he starts a gentle suckling on the tip. His eyes are glazed, continuously switching between looking at what he’s doing and looking up at you.

“That’s it…”

Encouraged, he opens his jaw, only to pause for a second and remember to cover his teeth with his lips.

He looks obscene.

“God, Bill, look at you.”

He goes down on you for the first time. The praise on your behalf is taking effect on him: his breathing goes heavier, and he seems to start drooling even though he hasn’t gone so far down yet. His mouth —it’s so open. No doubt his jaw might be sore afterwards— lowers around your cock down to the frenulum, and then lower still.

A small hum from him reverberates on your head. It feels delicious.

“Only what you can, baby. Don’t force yourself.”

His hands on your cock tremble a bit more, but it’s nothing concerning as of right now, because what’s a little bit more of it already? But, you should pay attention to him. As he’s withdrawing and going back down, just a hair’s width further each time, his breathing turns erratic. He quickly looks at you and back down just because he wants to check that’s he’s doing good, that he’s being good, your angel. Even then, that doesn’t seem to compose him at all anymore. The room is filling with the soft sounds of his suckling and his noisy breathing. There’s one or two faint moans in the mix. And that trembling… it’s the subtle shaking of his body this time that tells you something else is up.

Billy starts crying well before he chokes.

“Oh, Billy…”

It’s too late for him to cover it up, but he still tries. Tears are rolling down his cheek first, and then he lowers himself as far as he can, effectively choking this time. He starts a quicker pace, down to that same point that has him gagging every time.

Your hand is soft but firm in his hair as you stop him and pull him off. “You’re hurting yourself.”

Billy doesn’t even look at your eyes after he’s been caught. He uses the back of a hand to wipe at the tears that won’t stop spilling from his eyes, as if you can’t see his pinched eyebrows, the downturn of his lips, the shuddering of his torso drawing in trembling breaths.

The hand you have in his hair goes under his chin. You tilt his head up but he won’t look at you yet. “Talk to me, babe.” Even more tears roll down his cheeks while he shakes his head. “Please?”

This treatment he’s receiving, like he’s a fragile thing not to be messed with, is what does him in. His face turns heartbreaking to look at right now. It’s the grimace a person makes when they’re about to break down.

“It’s so f-fucking— I’m s-so fucking stupid—”

“You’re not.” It’s a commandment, a key principle, something to not be refuted, because it is true. The intensity with which you enunciate it gives him pause and has him staring up at you, vision blurry from the tears. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

The soft caressing under his jaw breaks him a little more. He has to look down for this, otherwise he’ll be a blubbering mess before he even starts speaking. “I… It’s just…” His hands leave your cock for the moment, going to rest on the front of your thighs. “I just— can’t believe I’m finally…”

Oh, baby. “With a man?”

His quick nodding is followed by more tears.

It dawns on you like the biggest epiphany. Of course. He’s never had the chance to be himself, not until he met you and until you could present him with this safe space. This is something so important to him, so much so that he’s been carrying this hurt and this burden his entire life, and now, it all comes out in a steady torrent he can’t seem to shut off.

Everything you want to convey can’t possibly be said in this position, him on his knees in front of your erect cock; this is supposed to be special for him. So, both of your hands go under his jaw and you try to pull him up, to bring him up to his feet and in front of you. But.

He whines. He presses his face to your thigh, adamant about not getting up, like the only way he’ll be able to stay calm is on his knees.

Well. You’re not going to refuse him.

“Baby, look at me.” He does. Billy’s eye peeks from beneath you, and this vision is sure to stay with you for a good while. He hasn’t stopped shedding tears, albeit silently now, and with how fragile he is right now you know it’ll only get more intense starting from now. “You are so brave by telling me this. You were so alone, and now you don’t have to be. And the fact that you chose me of all people?” Your right hand goes to his soft curls and he’s already on his way to weeping again. You lean down until your faces are in front of each other. “I feel so fucking honored.” A kiss on his lips. “I will do everything in my power to make you feel safe at all times.” Another kiss, and he’s blubbering something that vaguely sounds like ‘but you already do!’. You smile at him. “And you’ll always come back to me when anything’s wrong and I’ll make it better, because it’s my duty, because you’re mine, and I’m yours. Okay?”

And everything comes out now. He’s full-on bawling at this point. You kneel down and he throws himself around your shoulders. You’ll hold him for as long as he’ll crying, and he’ll be alright, because he is safe in your arms. Because right now he’s a broken little thing, so beautiful still, the shards from his soul scattered all around, and you are his mender. Your kisses against the side of his head are the liquid gold that will glue the pieces back together.

This is his moment of catharsis.

It’s a surprisingly short-lived affair. After some few thirty seconds, he composes himself enough to gradually stop sobbing. Only trembling breaths reverberating throughout your own body are the indicator that tears are still rolling down, but he’s miles more settled than before.

You caress thoughout the length of his hair. He finally withdraws from the spot in your neck and valiantly tries to look at you. Your hand on his hair goes under his jaw, strokes the chiseled relief. “Better?”

His expression is so soft. You barely remember the last time he looked so calm. “Yeah,” is the hoarse whisper next to your soothing hand.

You lean forward and kiss the few droplets that are still going down. He closes his eyes and sighs, conquered. Turns his head as you’re kissing him and meets your lips, one, two, three times. Gives you the smallest of smiles.

Then he surprises you. His arms untangle from around your shoulders and his hands come to rest on your navel. “C’mon,” he murmurs. “I still want you to— to fuck me.”

Your arms tighten around his waist. “Yeah? You sure?”

Billy gives you a meek little nod.

You both get up. It’s a bit tricky; both of you have been on the hard floor for a while and your legs hurt. You begin to slowly walk the very few steps leading towards the bed, and even that takes a while, since he can’t seem to help himself and stop a few times to kiss you again and again. And it’s not like you’d complain. This is heaven to you.

You reach the foot of your bed. Now, this part is very special, and you have to be able to convey it to him, because he might have settled for the moment, but you suspect that the second you lay him on your bed he might start breaking again a little. So, your arms find their way around his waist. Billy’s arms go around your shoulders once again, like he knows what’s up. And then, slowly, you start tipping him over backwards, feeling a pang of affection with how he’s trusting you with his whole weight, until his back softly hits the bed, so silently the sheets barely rustle.

You settle between his legs.

“Still okay?”

He nods. You lean down, arms still around his waist between him and the mattress, and kiss him long and languidly for good measure. After you separate, there’s a few brief seconds where you just look each other in the eye. He seems to shy away after a while. A couple of tears roll down the sides of his head, and you begin to think it’s something he can’t control, like years of repressed emotions are just leaking out of him absent-mindedly.

You mumble against his lips, quietly, so that you won’t break this bubble: “Okay, gorgeous. Gonna need some lube and a rubber.”

Billy’s gaze turns heated, even as the tears are still rolling out of him. He bites his lower lip and nods.

With the grip on his waist, you push him further up the bed until you’re both comfortably positioned. Your hands fondle the sides of him, up and down his torso, and you feel the tiniest squirm against them. Hm. He’s probably ticklish after all. You give him a small smile and close the distance between your lips. He responds in kind and deepens the kiss. A short groan comes out of his mouth, muffled by your mouth.

While you’ve got him busy, feeling his nervous hands tracing random patterns on your back, you reach out with your right hand until you can open your nightstand’s drawer. Billy hears what you’re doing, but tries not to mind you too much or he’ll lose his nerve, so he keeps on opening his mouth for you, letting you caress his tongue with yours. Without looking, you pull out the objects and close it with the same hand. You lay the tube of lube and the unopened packet on the bed, next to his left hip.

Not wanting to withdraw yet, you start a sensual stroke of your right hand across his torso. His small breakdown just moments earlier have obviously made him flag. Your fingertips press firmly against the juncture of his neck and shoulder, starting a soft massage that leaves him boneless close to you. Then, those same fingers continue their way down his chest. One thing that’ll never stop exciting you is how sensitive his pecs seem to be, so you decide to exploit this fact to the maximum. You grope and rub the meat of his left pectoral in circles. He arches up into you, looking for more of that feel. The thumb of your right hand starts stroking his nipple, and he moans into the kiss. You take advantage of this and bite his lower lip. He shakes against you.

You reluctantly remove yourself from his lips and immediatly attach them to his neck. Without the barrier of your own mouth on his now, he makes small, choked off noises. While he’s distracted, you leave the warm skin of his chest and use that hand to open the lube, pouring some in that same hand single-handedly. You leave it to the side for the moment. Your tongue comes out. It starts tracing a path from the fluttering underneath his jaw and down to the place where your thumb is, and once you’re there, simultaneously, you suck on his pink nipple and enclose his now semi-hard cock with your lubed hand.

The reaction is priceless. He shocks himself with how loud he moans, almost to the point of shouting. He can’t even get on his elbows to watch you as you stimulate him; his arms feel like jelly. Billy can only hold tight against the bedsheet next to the sides of his head. He can’t help but thrust his hips repeatedly against the tunnel of your fingers.

“Needy boy.” He whimpers at that. Your hand moves very slowly up and down his member. “I’ll give you everything you want, and more.”

You move your mouth to his other nipple and do the same, this time with the tiniest, most delicious hint of teeth. He sobs. His cock has gotten fully hard in record time, and is steadily leaking pre-cum now.

“Can you open your legs for me, gorgeous?”

Billy covers his mouth with his right hand, somehow embarrassed at the obscene moan that almost comes out of him. He nods. You remove your hand from his sex, and he whines, even as he watches you lean back to witness him.

The way he flexes his legs, until his feet are against the mattress, and begins parting them, is shy, inexperienced, nervous. It does nothing to quell the pure feel of arousal you get when you finally see the most intimate part of him.

He chews on his fingertips, like he’s so nervous he can’t control his reactions.

“Billy…” You hook your hands under the back of his knees and pull his legs up more, almost bending him in half, wanting to look at him better. He shrieks and rushes to hide his face with his hands. His face is so pink behind them, no doubt. “Fucking perfect. Like you were made for me.” A muffled whine is all you get in response. But, how is he so ashamed of this right now? You are right. He is perfect. And so pink. And tender? And… open… Wait.

Your hands automatically stroke along his thighs until you take hold of his cheeks; he gasps and looks at what you’re doing from between his fingers. Your thumbs open him up.

“Oh my God,” is all he can whimper.

Huh.

You’re positive you might start drooling any point from now. He totally opened himself up for you before coming here. You’re absolutely sure you could fit two of your fingers in him right away.

In fact. Why not?

Your middle and ring finger start rubbing circles against his asshole. He has such a visceral reaction to this that you’re worried he might break down again. Billy uncovers his face and howls; grabs at both of your wrists, the one near his knee and the one close to his entrance. You watch him just in case he wants to stop, but the way he’s holding onto you lets you know he’s doing just that: holding on for dear life, not calling everything off.

“Good?”

He nods, almost enthusiastically, and you’re again hit with a rush of affection for him.

Slowly, as to not spook him too much, the tip of your middle finger starts pushing against his entrance, not forcefully enough to breach him yet. You were right. You could totally sink two fingers in him easily.

Meanwhile, he has started breathing more frantically, expectant of your next moves.

He looks at you. His pupils are so wide that the gorgeous ocean of his irises almost can’t be seen anymore.

You push your middle and ring finger in him, easily, and it’s like sinking into hot velvet.

The look on his face. God. He exhales a moaning breath and his eyes almost cross. You’re sure he’s started tearing up again. His head leans backwards against the bed. His spine sinfully arches up.

You begin a slow, leisured massage in and out of his entrance, index and pinky fingers to the sides of it. He sounds so breathless. His moans are so obscene already, and you’ve barely even started.

“Feels better when someone else does it, hm?”

You believe he didn’t even register that you’ve said something, if the way he keeps on moaning is indicator enough. Not a problem. The answer is clearly yes. Your thick fingers feel like heaven and hell at the same time in him, stretch him so much more than what he’s worked himself with —two fingers, as well— and send currents of pleasure throughout his body.

Your fingers part, effectively stretching him open further, and he makes a noise that sounds a lot like a purr. You lean forwards to look at his face better; his head was tilted back before, too caught in the throes of pleasure to understand anything else.

Billy catches your eye. He looks like a wreck. There are tear trails going up his forehead and now down the sides of his temples.

“Hey, gorgeous. Having fun?”

Your fingers thrust in and out of him a bit faster, and he covers his mouth with his right hand before nodding.

“It’s so hot that you played with yourself before coming here.”

Billy chokes on a moan. “Wh-What?! No— I—” His face gets so pink and he covers his face with his hands.

You smile fondly at him. He still gets so embarrassed at times. Your left hand leaves his leg and pulls at one of his hands, uncovering his face with not much resistance. “Such a good boy for doing that, Bill. Getting ready for me.”

And, as you say this, your fingers press against that bundle of nerves and that has him screaming so loud he can’t stop himself. He covers his mouth with his right hand, and even then he can’t stop the obscene moans filtering through.

But you don’t stop there. Your fingers focus solely against that place, and you begin a circular massage that has him seeing stars and start sobbing against his own hand. Such a perfect picture he paints for you. His hips are shaking, his feet are kicking against the bed. Billy uses his free hand to hold onto the wrist of the hand that’s making him feel in cloud nine, and he pushes with his hips against it.

“Oh, Billy. So good for me. Let me hear you, baby.” Your left hand grabs at his right wrist and pulls his hand away from his mouth. He complies without problem because he’s so out of it. Your fingertips press hard against his prostate, stroke around it, tap against it in random patterns. He’s trembling like a leaf by this point.

His eyes are clenched. He’s biting his lip so hard you’re afraid he might draw blood. You realize he’s trying to say something.

“F— Fast-ter—”

Your fingers start a quicker rhythm. “Yeah?” They thrust in and out of his hole with force now. He wails. He sobs even harder, well on his way to fully crying, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. His left arm goes around your shoulders to hold on for dear life. “Feels good?”

“Ye— Yeah.”

Your fingers are almost vibrating against him with how fast you’re going. His breathing is mostly composed of moans rather than breaths by this point. “You look so gorgeous like this. So perfect for me.”

Billy presses his tearful, agonic face against the side of yours. “Fuck me. Please! Please.”

“In a moment, gorgeous. I have to stretch you more.” He whines so loudly and prolonged it amuses you. He sounds so pouty about it. “Trust me on this one, okay? I can kind of be… well. A lot.”

He whines a bit more but complies, because it’s true. He’s going to need at least four fingers before you can enter him without causing him pain.

You kiss him languidly, trying to calm him down some before proceeding. As he’s distracted within the kiss, you slip your index finger under —or above, more specifically, since your hand is facing up— your middle and ring finger. It’s a tighter fit now. Your fingers are thick and unforgiving inside him, and his whining turns into a more choked off whimpering.

You withdraw your mouth. “Hurts?”

He shakes his head. You don’t think he’s being untruthful, even as he grimaces, because he’s pushing his hips onto your hand. After some seconds of stillness, you move your fingers in and out of him, slowly at first, but quicken the pace right away. He moans right into your mouth. You’re not kissing him, only sharing the same breath, which to him feels somehow more intimate.

He looks at you pointedly from beneath his tears. “Put another.”

You do, and this time, it’s a bit tricky to ease him into it. The fit is too tight as of right now, and he doesn’t realize he’s clenching down on the three fingers you already have in him. You can’t possibly enter him like this.

“Can you relax for me, baby? Be good for me and unclench?”

Billy exhales so loudly it can be taken for a moan. He bites his lip and tries to do as he’s told. Your last finger slips in, only up to the first joint. But your angel is being so good for you, and he deserves a reward that’ll surely give him a bit more encouragement.

“That’s a good boy.” You lower your face down his body, and before he can ready himself for it, your tongue licks a stripe up his cock.

He yells. His legs quiver next to your head, like he wants to trap your head in them but stops himself at the last moment. You give him too little of this, of this oral stimulation, because you can tell it won’t take too much for him now. Only a few swirls of your tongue around his head have him sobbing desperately, but it lands its intended purpose. His hole is lax around your fingers, and you manage to penetrate him with the entirety of your four fingers now.

You grab the backside of his right leg. You kiss a trail from his groin to his knee. “Perfect. I knew you could do it.” Your fingers thrust in and out quickly now.

Billy’s body is shaking and he’s making the most erotic noises now. He’s so out of it that he doesn’t realize that he’s whimpering, “Thank you. Thank you.”

“Oh, Billy.” Your fingers are ruthless against his entrance. “Such a polite boy, thanking me. I should be thanking you for letting me see you like this. If only you could see yourself right now.”

He’s a blubbering mess. He grabs the wrist of the hand that’s pleasuring him. “Now. Now. Please.”

You get your fingers out of him, slowly, though he still whimpers when you’re finally out. You quickly find the package and tear it open. Billy clings onto your shoulders and presses his tearful face against the junction of your shoulder and neck.

“Baby. It’s okay be nervous,” you start, as you roll on the condom and grab the lube bottle. “I’m here. Nothing bad’s ever gonna happen to you here.” You pour lube on your sheathed cock and stroke yourself a couple of times. Your arms go around his waist, and his legs find their way around your hips, like they’re their designated place by default. “I’ll take care of you. Can I take care of you? Please?”

“Please.” His whine resounds wetly, a tremble present in his voice.

This moment is everything for him. The moment when you push forward, slowly, though even then the head of your cock slips in completely, fluidly, and he looks a little bit like he’s dying, and he’s even quieted down, almost to the point of silence, like he needs to watch this part of his life as though he were witnessing a spectacle.

Billy looks at you, and his mouth does that thing where he can’t seem to get the words out, opening and closing on its own. You push your mouth onto him but don’t kiss him, only let him breath against yours, as if you’re his lifeline, his breathing source.

Your hips push forward a bit more, and all of a sudden you’re bottoming out.

He does this noise now, like that of a dying animal. His face is undescribable. He’s in the biggest agony, and yet he looks like he’s having the silent Rapture. Both emotions are strangely accompanied by complete silence. He can’t begin to process this. One thing that’s for sure is that he needs to be treated delicately for a while now, or he’ll truly break.

You kiss the side of his face. He turns his head, not really seeking your lips but just wanting you to be in his field of vision. “Talk to me, babe? Everything okay?”

He breaths heavily. Erratically. The tears are a steady companion now, will be for a good while. Billy looks at you like he hasn’t processed what you’ve said.

“Babe. Okay?”, you repeat, just in case.

The noise starts coming back. He’s moaning lowly without noticing. He shifts his arms around your shoulders, wanting you even closer to him. God. The light blue of his irises is so intense now, made even more so with how red his eyes have gotten.

He finally nods. Slowly at first, but then turning more frantic, pawing at your back, flexing his legs around your hips, urging you to move.

You chuckle a bit and that almost makes his eyes roll back in his skull. “Tell me how it feels?”

He exhales shakily a few times, like he can’t get enough air in to tell you his answer. “G-Good. So good. So full.”

“Yeah?” You knew he would. Your big cock is stretching him so much, you’re surprised he doesn’t look like he’s in pain. “Doesn’t hurt?”

He shakes his head. That makes this easier.

“Good boy.” He whines against your lips at this. “You were made for me. Taking me in so easily. Look so good split on my cock.”

He’s weeping, but he feels so accomplished now. Fulfilled. So wanted.

Billy closes the short distance and you do, too. The kiss is long and steamy. Half of it is just you giving his lips little bites that he can’t get enough of. A quarter of it is him inviting you into his mouth, licking inside yours and you responding in kind. Through all of it, his moaning gets louder, more whiny, more needy.

You bite his lower lip and drag it backwards, ending a kiss that he chases, again, so predictable and delectable. Sufficiently stimulated, Billy caresses your hips with his legs, whining a bit more. He’s so ready.

Your arms, hooked around his waist, work as an anchor as you begin pulling out of him, almost to the tip, something that has him shaking and whimpering already. Then, you push forward in the same leisured pace until you bottom out again.

His moans get desperate, even though you haven’t done much yet. “Go faster. Faster.”

You give him a steamy kiss and do as you’re told, pulling out and then giving a forceful thrust that has him wailing into your mouth. Then, you do it again. And then you start a steady rhythm that sends a current of pure unadulterated pleasure through his body. It’s not strong enough for him to feel it through his bones, but it still has Billy grasping at your back like you’re his only anchor. The way he’s moaning now leaves you wondering what he’ll sound like when you really start pounding into him. The image concerns you and leaves you breathless at the same time.

Billy’s legs are quivering around your hips already. You’re sure his hands are leaving scratch marks down your back, and the simple thought is delicious. His moans are breathy against your mouth. And the way he clenches around your cock is undescribable. He feels so hot, so tight, even through the condom.

He paints the prettiest picture. His face reflects how much he’s feeling right now, the steady stream of tears down his temples having never stopped. You don’t think you’ll ever see anything more beautiful.

“Is this how you’d thought it would feel?”, you ask, breathless as well, because no one who looks at this masterpiece can remain unmoved.

He shakes his head and tries to quiet his moans. “N-No. This is— ah— s-so much better. Never thought I would— oh— earn this!”

You press him tighter against you within the shield of your arms while you quicken your pace. “You never had to earn this. This —I— was always yours.” You press heavy kisses on his neck while he sobs. “I want to get this through to you.” Your hips slap against his skin, turning this moment into something so sensual and intimate at the same time. “You deserve to be happy.”

Billy begins crying in earnest. It almost makes you slow down before he tightens his legs around your waist, clearly indicating that he wants you to go faster. You comply, anything for your boy, and pound into him so hard that you feel it vibrate around him.

Your arms untangle from his waist and your hands grab at the back of his knees, bending him in half while you keep a fast pace.

“Yes! Yes!”

“I need you to believe it,” you say while you piston in and out of him. “You have to understand how much you mean. Not only to me, but by yourself.”

“Thank you! Thank you s-so mu-uch!” He looks almost overwhelmed with pleasure and emotions. He can barely keep his eyes open.

“You are enough, and more. I love you, Blue. Love you so fucking much.”

That’s Billy’s breaking point. It’s the first time either of you has said it, and he can’t take it. He starts coming untouched, shocked by himself, but pushes on around his pleasure. “L-Love you. I love you. I love you!” He repeats it like a mantra, in a moan, in a sob, defeated by this feel, so intense that he truly breaks down.

This is the strongest orgasm he’s ever had, and he can’t get enough of it. Tries to prolong it, doesn’t want it to ever end, even as he feels almost faint from it, his walls clenching down on you almost painfully.

Before it starts ebbing away, he tries to clamp his legs around you, both still in your grip. “Keep going. Keep going. Please.”

You curse and keep your quick pace. You know he’s finished when he starts moving against you almost erratically, overstimulated, his moans almost screams now. But he doesn’t tell you to stop. “Yeah? You’re gonna let me in you? Let me love you?” Your thrusts turn erratic as well.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” He’s shaking his head, so overwhelmed by the onslaught of your hips, now almost painful with how stimulated he is. His legs quake in your strong grip.

“I’m going to. You’re gonna get so much love, Billy.” You feel a pull at your gut. “So much and even more.”

“Please!”

You grunt next to his ear, and his moans turn airy and high-pitched, barely holding himself together. A few frantic thrusts more, and you’re releasing into the condom, grunting out your pleasure to him. He answers with loud moans, so overwhelmed, almost to the point of blacking out when he feels the warmth of your cum within the condom in him.

He’s still sobbing loudly as you slow down, but there’s a small, dopey smile on his face now.

You pull out and lie next to him, and he immediately attaches himself to you. Billy cries so loudly. He holds you around the shoulders and you hold him close to you, letting him vent all of his remaining emotions to you. But this is the beginning of something new, something different.

Those are happy tears now.

Oops. I didn’t mean for this to get so poetic and long. Lol

Edit: Yes, I changed the header for this work. I hope I’m not being too exaggerated.

#stranger things x male reader #fanfic #top male reader #billy hargrove x male reader

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insecure (pt 2) choi sungcheol (18+)

cw: 18+, fem reader.

minors dni pls ty 🤗

“cheol…” you mumbled, not wanting to ruin date night, but not wanting to let go of this moment, “hm? want me to stop, pretty?” he pulled away searching your face for an answer, you thought about it for a second and then shook your head no, that made a smile spread across his face.

sungcheol sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap, “so pretty, my pretty girl..” he mumbled while unzipping the back of your dress, you couldn’t help but tangle your fingers in his silky blonde hair, you practically mew at the pet names.

in time, sungcheol has you on your back against your plethora of pillows on your shared bed, you’re completely naked and he’s fully clothed, in his mind he’s enjoying this dynamic, he has the power and you don’t.

his eyes roam your body up and down, you feel so small under his gaze and try to use your hands to cover up, “why are you covering? hm? i wanna see” he said removing your hands locking them above your head.

“cheol…” you whine, “relax baby, you trust me right? i’ll let you go, but you can’t touch me, deal?” you knew this was a bad deal because you can’t help but touch him, he’s just so… him.

you nod at his deal, not realizing how hard it would be to keep your hands off of him, he smiles and kisses you, hands trailing down your body, stopping at your nipples to pinch and rub softly, you kept your hands at your side grabbing onto your bedsheets.

sungcheol’s hand reached your cunt, he used the pad of his fingers to lightly rub your nerves, you couldn’t help but lift your hips up into his touch, “my needy baby, i’ll take care of you hm? show you how much i love you, all of you.” he said kissing down your cheek to your neck, heat rose to your cheek, his words making you feel warm.

as he kisses down your body, he finally reaches your cunt, he spreads your legs and teases your clit with the tip of his tongue making you jolt, he knows you’re squeamish so he wraps his arms around your thighs to keep them in place and open, before you crush his skull accidentally, but realistically, he wouldn’t mind at all.

he’s using his experienced tongue, to lick, spit, and fuck you, you were over the moon, if anything. “c-cheol oh my god” you put your hand over your mouth to suppress your moans “come on, i wanna hear how much of a good job im doing, let me hear it.” he says picking his head up, his chin shining with your slick. you abide by his words and moan so loudly it came off pornographic almost, you were embarrassed.

sungcheol continues his abuse on your cunt until you can’t take it anymore, “gonna cum…” you mumble, loud enough for him to hear, “you can cum baby.” he says looking up at you smiling, and proceeds to lap at your clit, bringing you to your orgasm, you moan his name so loudly you think you might get noise complaints. he removes himself from where he was and sits on his knees while you lay, sweaty and tired, looking as pretty as ever.

“can i take a picture? i love how you look right now” he says pulling my his phone out his pocket, snapping a picture of you sweaty and fucked out. “you tired, princess?” he says caressing your face, you lean into his warm hand and nod, “aw, i’m not done with you though. you gonna hold out for me?” he asks sweetly, you nod at him giving him the okay,how could you ever deny him?

he removed all of his clothes and pulled out his cock, his tip was a angry red color, maybe from being restrained for so long, you watched him stroke himself spreading the pre cum, the veins really prominent on it, making you only want him more. “cheol, want your cock so bad… so bad” you manage to make out, practically begging for it, reaching your hand out to caress his stomach and gently holding his cock and stroke it, he threw his head back, feeling so good when it was in your hands.

you held it and guided it in your hole, wincing at the stretch, “it’s okay pretty girl, you can take it right?” he cooed, you nodded with tears in your eyes, “good. such a good girl, taking daddy so good, with no complaints” he caresses your cheek wiping away a stray tear. once he was fully in, he waited a little for you to adjust and give him the okay. it was about a minute in, “you can move” you said giving him the okay to continue. he started out slow getting you adjusted and once the pain went away, it was all just pleasure.

“fuck.. feels so good” you moan out biting your bottom lip, trying to suppress the very, very loud moans, “god, pussy was made for me. hugs me so good” he grunts while thrusting into you, making your headboard slam into the wall, he leans down to look at where both your bodies connected, letting spit trickle from his mouth onto your clit making you jump a little.

after the relentless abuse on your cunt, you can feel yourself coming close to an edge, and sungcheols thrusts aren’t so strong anymore, meaning he’s close, “you gonna cum baby? cum on daddy’s cock.” he taunts, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and your hands grabbing onto his biceps, you’re mind and body feel like it was all static, cumming so hard on his cock you think you probably squirted. you then feel warm inside, he came inside of you.

“i didn’t use a condom…” he sheepishly says, “it’s okay, we’ll deal with it tomorrow” you say out of breath, he stands up and heads to the bathroom and brings back a warm cloth, cleaning up your area, “thank you” you mumble, “you have to pee or anything?” he says checking on you, you shake your head no, making hands for him to come, his heart swells seeing you like this, begging for him, he just couldn’t resist.

he got in bed with you and pulled the covers over the both of you, he has his arms securely wrapped around you, “you did so good for me, you were amazing” he showered you in compliments and praises, “you were so good, cheol, thank you for making me feel good” you say snuggling into his neck.

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haiiii, let me know how it was 🥲🥲 belted this out while avoiding going to bed for school.

dont forget to send requests !! 🩷🩷

#kpop imagines #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt imagines #seventeen #svt choi seungcheol #svt smut #sungcheol smut #bd/sm kink #18+ only #nct dream #nct smut #nct x reader

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yga-vn · 2 months

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Hellooo! I just wanted to say that every time I see Noel’s antenna, I can't help but think about a moth. (The big fluffy and CHONKY ones) I just wanna put him in my pocket and stroke his head~ He also gives me EXTREME cuteness aggression! (ranging from soft little kisses and hugs to wanting to bite/pinch his cheeks and squeeze him) Would he squeak? Ehehehe (Also don't overwork yourself please!!!) <3

tiny Noël pocket

be careful you need to take care of him or he can die of loneliness. In exchange he will give you good luck with a good mental and physical health, he'll also cheer you up everytime you don't have confidense in yourself ✨💕

also yeah he would squeak at every hugs, kisses that you will give him

#noël❄️#fluff💕

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patheticbabie · 11 months

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For the made up fic title: Heart Shaped Box 💕

Heart Shaped Box - Jason Todd x reader

It’s cliché really, people tell you being best friends with the opposite gender never works out, that one of you will fall for the other. And here he was a big fucking cliché, sat across from his best friend, watching her tell a story of her falling down the stairs among other bad things, that had happened to her leading up to their hang out, or maybe she’s just clumsy, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but watch her with soft eyes, and an even softer smile.

“...it’s like the whole universe is against me today, first the stairs, then I can’t do my winged eyeliner right, no milk for coffee, I didn’t have breakfast, and then some idiots have a slow reaction time and don’t know how to drive? Tell me I’m not going insane, right?” she said all in one breath and she looked at him with an angry pout

He couldn’t help but laugh and reach across the table to pinch her cheek before her hand swatted him away and gave him a not so threatening glare “no, you’re not princess. Although….I do wish I was there to witness you fall down the stairs” he smirked

“Yeah yeah, my ass still hurts, pretty sure it’s gonna bruise tomorrow” she huffed as she took a sip of her coffee

He nodded in understanding having been in her position before, but as he sat across from her, admiring her, his nerves shot through, suddenly hyper aware of no time is better than the present to get things over and done with. He reached into his pocket and slid a heart shaped box towards her and tapped on it to get her attention. She glanced down at the box, then back up at him with her head tilted to the side, “what’s this? My birthday is 3 months away Jay.”

“I know, but can’t I just give my best friend a little present just for no reason? Go on, open it princess” he said softly

She glanced at him with a soft smile and opened the heart shaped box carefully, and gasped upon seeing a heart shaped necklace. Delicately she took out the heart shaped necklace and gazed at it in awe. He didn’t know he was holding his breath and was daydreaming before registering that she had asked him something.

“Huh? Sorry, what did you ask again?”

“I said it’s beautiful Jay, can you help me put it on? I wanna wear it now and show it off.” she whispered, afraid to break the moment they were currently in. She watched as he got up from his seat across from her, and made his way behind her. Sweeping her hair to one side, she held her breath as she felt his feather like touch along her neck, before carefully clasping the necklace around her neck with such carefulness. His touch lingered there, as he slowly bent down to place a kiss to her neck and shoulder, unaware that both of their hearts were beating very fast.

“There, looks even more beautiful on you, princess” so yeah, maybe people were right, it’s a big fucking cliché to fall in love with your best friend, but maybe that’s what both of them wanted to be. A big cliché, who’s destined to fall for their best friend, whether they give cute presents in heart shaped boxes or that they’re there to listen to you ramble on about how the universe is out to get you.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #candice writes #;babies ask

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