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hitomisuzuya · 3 months

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MY BELOVED (ur work is my absolute favorite u always have me on my hands and knees!!) I’m actually very serious the fire in my stomach when u post is <333

Dressing ur pretty boy Scara up as a maid! The outfits rather tight.. rather revealing and while he hates it and gives u quite the stinky eye all day, you can’t help but ride him to make him feel better! How sweet of you

Though his dominance starts to shine through as your “dominance” starts fading into submission when riding him, he calls you mommy while growling over how your walls clench around him, maybe if we ride him right after his orgasm he’ll get overstimulated and really see who’s really trying to be in charge here <3

“Wait.. wait! Wait oh fuck~” vibes <33

I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE IM JUGGLING TYPING THIS AND WRITING CLASS NOTES

Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. Riding. Overstimulation. Degradation. Dom!Scara.

This made perfect sense 😳 Thank you, everyone for all your support and patience❤️ Be careful in class now😌 I may write a second part for this.

Dressing Scaramouche up in a maid outfit was supposed to be joke at first. You'd told him that he had the perfect legs for a maid outfit, and after some hissing and grumbling, he'd indulged you in your silly whim.

He was resolved to also get a hold of your phone to delete the picture you'd taken of him.

The sour expression he'd worn on his face had long since fallen away. In an attempt to placate him, you were bouncing on his cock, making him feel nearly limp from pleasure as he twitched and rutted up inside of you.

Scaramouche's arms were around you, clutching you against him, his eyes hypnotized by the white ring that glossed his cock. He let out a volley of incoherent curses, his eyes flicking to watch your breasts bounce before leaning his head down towards them.

He let out a wanton whimper as your hand found the back of his head to push his mouth towards your breasts. "What's the matter, my sweet Scara?" You cooed, stroking his hair, "is this too much for you too take?"

One of his hands travelled down to grope your ass, growling as he latched his lips onto one of your nipples. "You are clenching around my cock like a total slut, Mommy," He groaned feeling you clench harder around his cock, a high pitched cry keening from your throat.

His tongue swirling around your nipple send jolts of pleasure to your throbbing clit. You arched your back, crying out again as his grip started to tighten a little around you.

You didn't think too much about it at first, figuring he was close to cumming. He had the sweetest, high pitched whimpers and moans. You completely missed the glare in his eyes as yours roll closed, enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing into your sweet spot.

"Cum for me like a good boy," You cooed, making him growl again. Your walls squeezed just right on his cock. It pulsed strong as cum roped inside of you.

Scaramouche writhed underneath you when you didn't stop bouncing. He spat a string of incoherent Japanese curses, overwhelmed by the pleasure of overstimulation.

He could do nothing but moan at your mercy. That is until something snapped in him. Your eyes suddenly open as his hand flew to roughly grasp your chin. "I'm fucking fed up with your feeble display of dominance," His fingers dug into your hips before he lifted you off his cock and fling you onto the bed.

Your eyes widened as he flipped you over onto your stomach. He'd stolen control so fast it stunned you. It made you wonder if you had ever really been in control at all.

"Ass up, slut," Scaramouche snapped, smacking a hand on your ass. You blushed, yelping as you did you were told. It was time for him to put you in your place, especially for making him wear a maid outfit.

A whimper of your own keened from your throat, making him laugh as his fingers found your clit to rub it before lining his cock up with your entrance. His hand pushed your face down onto the pillows as he thrust his cock inside of you all at once, smirking when you gasped loudly from the burst of pleasure.

You whimpered again behind broken moans, his cock slamming into you, his fingers digging bruises into your hips. "Fuck, how are you still so tight after I already rearranged your insides?" He smacked a hand on your ass again, smirking when he heard you choke back a broken cry of bliss.

"Awwa, my bad. I took you off my cock before you could cum," The condescending tone he used made your cheeks flush, drool pooling around your cheeks onto the pillow.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head off the pillows so your moans wouldn't be muffled. He wanted to hear you scream while you creamed hard on his cock, crumbling underneath the sheer weight of his dominance.

And it sounded so fucking sweet to Scaramouche.

"My compliments to you for not ripping the maid uniform off of me earlier," He pulled out only to slam himself back inside of you, groaning when you came screaming on his cock. "I think it's time for you to put it on instead. You'll be the most delicate little maid fuck toy for me."

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR SIXTEEN

in which you and eddie take some time to figure each other out in the afterglow of honesty.

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 2.7k+

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16:00 ──────────ㅇ───── 24:00

HOUR SIXTEEN - 7:00 AM

Eddie’s favorite color is red. He likes his coffee with an obscene amount of sugar and creamer, which always leads to a regrettable stomach ache. He learned to play guitar on an acoustic six string handed down to him by his uncle, and he’s completely self taught beyond what his uncle taught him about basic notes. And his uncle’s name is Wayne. He refers to the man that raised him as Uncle Wayne.

Honesty turns out to be quite the beautiful thing in the morning light, and for the first time, you feel as though you’re truly getting to know Eddie.

It’s a give and take, an even exchange of bits and pieces of each other that are handed over without much thought. You finally have a clearer picture of the man you’ve spent the last fifteen hours straight with. A full photograph in time of who he is, who he really is, in a way that you wouldn’t have been able to fathom a week before. And it’s ironic, looking back on your relationship’s progression with him, the way you two keep skipping over steps before retracing to what was missed. How ironic you’ve let him see you at your most primal and vulnerable, but you’ve just learned his favorite color.

Eddie Munson isn’t a dick. He’s kind, he’s a huge goddamn nerd, he can be funny sometimes, his favorite color is red, but he isn’t a dick as you’ve been led to believe he was this last year.

Well, maybe led isn’t the right word. Everyone told you he wasn’t a dick. You just never listened.

Eddie’s just revealed his favorite movie genre as horror when you’re leaning forward, elbows pressing into your thighs as you ask him with a grin, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Very funny reference,” he deadpans, barely keeping his face straight as he jokingly narrows his eyes, “Especially considering it’s the Scream franchise.”

You still haven’t brought up that question of why exactly he fought for your honor after that fight. His grand reveal left you with more confusion than you ever could have anticipated, and more than this fragile friendship could handle this early in the morning. So you’d buried it down, somewhere deep inside, for the sake of the friendship.

“You can’t just say an entire franchise. Pick a favorite one, idiot.”

Friendship. Was that what this was? When was the last time one of your friends had seen you naked, or ate you out atop a kitchen counter?

“The first one. You can’t beat the classic.”

You fight your smile in a similar fashion that he is. Mirroring joy, mirroring surprise, “You’re definitely only saying that for the whole homoerotic friendship between Stu and Billy.”

“Oh, I definitely am,” he doesn’t even try to deny it as he cracks and laughs softly, “What about you?”

Even after nearly an hour of doing this, going back and forth and learning about each other, the novelty of Eddie genuinely asking you things about yourself hasn’t worn off. The curiosity that lights in his eyes, the way he leans into you to hear each word clearly – it makes you question if this was the same man who had once been so cruel.

“My favorite scary movie? I… don’t have one,” you lean back into your chair, a small huff of air escaping you from impact.

There’s two mugs of coffee on the small garden table between your chairs, having gone cold long since Eddie retrieved them for the two of you. That had been when he’d earnestly told you about his coffee preference – he’d been sweetly shy about the ordeal, bashful as he looked down at the mugs and informed you he’d tried to only put a normal amount of cream in yours, only a little bit of sugar. It had been so endearing, the way that when you asked what he meant by normal and he’d only murmured his confession of how he took his morning caffeine over the mug’s lip, you nearly caved into yourself.

“That’s impossible. No way. Absolutely not,” Eddie is animated as he waves his hands around wildly in front of him, shaking his head furiously at your answer, “I refuse to believe you don’t have a favorite scary movie, especially considering you quoted an iconic franchise. If you can quote Scream, you can tell me what your favorite is-”

You interrupt him with laughter, scrunching up your face, “Okay, first of all- Eddie, hey,” he’s still rambling, still being terribly dramatic in the flailing of his arms, so you reach over to grip the forearm closest to you. All his movements immediately cease as his eyes widen, staring directly at you in an oddity of shock, “First of all, it’s just common knowledge of pop culture. I’ve never even seen those movies,” you’re not sure if Eddie is breathing as your hand remains still tightly clasped against his forearm, and you’re not sure why he wouldn’t be, “Second of all, I’m a wimp. Scary movies might be my least favorite kind of movie, right behind apocalyptic action movies.”

When he takes a sudden deep breath, you realize he had been holding his breath, “Apocalyptic action movies?”

You begin to explain, to list examples, and you never once take your hand off his arms. You rattle off a list – 2012, The Day After Tomorrow, San Andrea’s Fault, etc. – all the while feeling his pulse race beneath his warm skin. All the while selfishly enjoying the contact, wondering how long it might take staying like this before your fingertips would mold to him. Maybe they’d eventually melt into his arm, skin molten together so that where he ends and where you begin is impossible to distinguish. A closeness with him that you had never craved so ardently before tonight, before today.

“So, doomsday movies,” he hums after you give your examples. If you were smart, you’d let go of him. It’s been too long for the contact to be brushed off as normal, “Does that mean you also hate zombie movies?”

“Nope. Those are an entirely different thing.”

“I wouldn’t say they’re entirely different.”

“They are. They’re completely unrealistic! San Andrea’s Fault… sort of… well, it could happen.”

“They’re not completely unrealistic. Some of them almost have, like, legit science behind them.”

You hadn’t even noticed that he scooted his chair closer. Or the slip of his arm in your loosening grasp, leading your hand until it rests against his wrist, so close to holding onto his own hand that rests palm up against his thigh in wait.

An offering.

“There is no logical way that one day, our world is going to turn into a real-life Walking Dead situation,” you say, trying to steady your breathing.

You won’t make the first move.

He’s leading this moment. If he wants to hold your hand, then he can take that final leap of faith.

“Have you actually seen The Walking Dead, or are you just blindly making pop culture references again?”

You can feel the thrill of his heartbeat pick up in the center of his wrist before he does it. With subtle movements, his wrist slips between your fingertips.

Only for them to be recaptured by his own knuckles. The dust settles. The warmth spreads. Your palm is pressed to his palm, your fingers interlocked between his fingers.

“I have seen that one,” you tell him quietly, looking down at your conjoined hands. His eyes are also downcast to them. The tendon in his wrist flexes as he tightens his grip on your hand, the small squeeze becoming more sure. It’s not an accident; this was never an accident.

It’s in the hair you notice on his forearm, wispy and blonde and almost comical in contrast to the dark curls that grow from his scalp. A layer of fuzz that covers alabaster skin dotted in rare and faded freckles, nearly invisible unless you look closely enough. You can see the tan line across his wrist from where he would normally wear a watch. If you follow the details further up his arm, away from the wrist now awkwardly pressed against yours in a twist, you can see the faded blue-black ink of his tattoos. That flock of bats, the most faded of his numerous additions to his skin, taunts you. You’ve already known him up close and personal in the last few hours, felt him flush against you and memorized the way his body was capable of pressing into yours, but it’s in these details that the ache arises. The sadness that you’ve never known him quite this personally before this moment, and the fear that you never will again.

An ache all because he’s let you close enough to learn the details of his skin – what a marvelous thing.

“That’s a miracle,” he mutters, fully entranced as he rubs the pad of his thumb across the top of your fingers. You’re quick to return the motion; his knuckles are far more rough than yours, and you try to count the groves in them, from long weeks no doubt, all in that brief swipe, “Or else I would have had to have insisted upon ending this lovely honesty hour, and subjecting you to a marathon.”

“We can still have a marathon.”

You’d do just about anything to remain in this position, to stay this impossibly close to him. You’re selfish and you’re clingy, squeezing his hand a little bit tighter as he had done to you, as if the grip on it reflects your grip on the moment. You can’t let it go – you can’t let him go.

No matter how you have had him, no matter how long he sits in this golden hour with his hand in yours, it will never be enough. This sudden and abruptly-arriving ache is incurable.

You want him, you need him, you bloom for him.

There’s something in his smirk as he awkwardly uses his freehand to bring his mug of too-sweet coffee to his lips that almost whispers that there’s a chance: he also wants you, he also needs you, he also blooms for you.

And so you tell him about yourself in turn. You don’t just stop at your distaste for horror or your fear of doomsday movies. You tell him how you don’t have a favorite color, how you switch it up too often and all he can do is chuckle at your indecisiveness. Once, an insecurity – now something silly to find amusement in at his side. You reveal to him your coffee preference; you take it with a normal amount of cream and just a little bit of sugar. You don’t reveal to him that before today, you’d always turned your nose up to hot coffee, an iced coffee connoisseur. Something in the sparkle of his eyes warns that he might already know. You don’t play any instruments, but you have a list of songs for him to learn, insisting that someday he’d have to play them for you on that guitar his Uncle Wayne gave him. (You can’t think too much on the way you’re once more speaking in some days with him. Your heart might burst if you do.)

You try to bare your soul, to stare down the barrel of honesty, just as he had. It’s scarier than you could have imagined. Finally, after fifteen hours, you get it.

You get it, and it only makes you squeeze his hand tighter.

At some point, he notices the way the sun is warming both of you with each passing minute, palms now sweaty against each other as he asks, “Do you want to go back inside?”

No. I want to live in this moment for the rest of my days. “We can if you want to.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Tell me what you want. You constantly do that with everyone else, you know. Let them make the decisions,” he’s smiling softly, eyes squinted against the sun now rising high in the sky, “I can’t even count the amount of times you’ve said that to Nancy on both hands. Which, I mean, awesome – Nance fuckin’ loves being the decision-maker. But we’re talking about me. You’ve never been shy about butting heads with me.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Quite the sudden high horse, Mr. Honesty.”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “Well, it’s honesty hour. So, here’s more honesty – I love when you give me a run for my money. Who else is going to tell me to shut the fuck up when I’m on track to ramble for hours about Lord of the Rings?”

“You want to talk honesty? I would only tell you to shut up because I might have blown my cover and you’d realize I actually enjoyed your company.”

The soft smile widens, more shameless and more radiant, “Coulda fooled me.”

“I did fool you,” you tease, and your hand slips from his, but the warmth left behind doesn’t. It’s buried deep in your bones now.

Things will never return to normal, not for you. It isn’t a bad thing – it’s only a sure thing.

“For what it’s worth…” he pauses, that smile faltering. “I enjoyed your company far more than I ever let on, too.”

Is that why you fought for me, after fighting against me?

He doesn’t let you reply, instead smacking both of his now free palms against his thighs as he moves to stand, “Anyways, I actually do happen to want to go inside,” he gestures to those faded swirls of tattoos across his biceps and forearms, “I don’t expose myself to too much sun for obvious reasons.”

“Reasons being you’re a vampire?” you tease.

“Ha-ha,” he deadpans, “Yes, it’s definitely because I’m a vampire and not because of these sick tatties.”

“Calling those abominations sick is pushing it,” you playfully counter as you scoot to the edge of the seat of the chair, unsticking your thighs from plastic, “And I knew it. Your skin is practically glittering like diamonds, Edward.”

He scowls. “So Twilight is off the marathon line up.”

He sticks out a hand, the same one you had clung to for most of your conversation with each other. You don’t take it immediately.

“There’s going to be a marathon?”

“You’ve got something better to do?”

The thought of cuddling up with him on the couch has your heart pounding. Honestly, the couch would now remain tainted for the rest of your days. You might even continue to avoid showing up to his apartment just to avoid flushing red any time you see one of your friends take a seat on the spot he once took you on, had pressed into you as your knees had dug into those cushions, as you had moaned his na-

You had to stop thinking about it before he noticed your thighs pressing together tightly.

“For the record,” he says, hand still extended, unwavering as the sun forms an aura of gold around his outline, “Honesty hour doesn’t have to end when we go inside. From here on out, I actually insist that it be on the table. One of the perks of being my friend, I suppose.”

Those are the magic words. You don’t need to immediately know why he fought for you, or why he really led you to believe he hated you for so long. You don’t need to know why he kissed you and you don’t need to know why he’d changed his tune so suddenly the first night you two met. All you needed to know was that if you wanted to know, if you ever find the guts to ask him about these things, he would tell you.

You reach out and take his hand.

Immediately, he pulls you comically hard out of your chair. When you fumble directly into his chest, he’s already chuckling and wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble, pulling back and glaring up at him without any true venom, “Eager much?”

“Very,” he boyishly grins down at you and your heart skips a beat.

Eagerly, wildly, suddenly, comfortingly – he now occupies a space in your brain you weren’t aware existed. It almost whispers I was always here, always waiting for him.

The two of you don’t waste any time as he tugs you inside, the promise of a movie marathon awaiting the two of you.

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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And the Winner Is...

“And the winner is…Harry Styles!”

Harry chuckles as he pulls you further down the leather seat of the limo, grinning as he noses under your jaw. “M’always a winner with you, Angel.”

Your lashes flutter, hands squeezing along his upper arms as you settle back against the door. “And would you like to know what you’ve won?”

He hums, fingers brushing down the curve of your neck. “Tell me.”

Your response is to slide your legs a bit further apart, subtly welcoming him in as he stills and glances down at the hemline of your dress as it travels up your lap.

You watch the way his pupils nearly triple in size. Watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. Watch the clench in his jaw as his nails begin to scratch down your hip.

“Go ahead,” you whisper as his lips part with wonder. “Collect your prize.”

His eyes snap up, catching yours and forcing you to suck in a sharp breath. “All right then,” he agrees softly, hand coming out to guide your dress further along your stomach. “Well…I’d like to thank my wonderful girlfriend for this fantastic honor.”

Your lips pull back in a smirk at his teasing speech, but you can’t find a response in time before his touch becomes a bit too distracting.

“I’d like to thank her right leg…” he continues, a bit more salaciously as he smooths his palm across your inner thigh, guiding it even further to the side. “…and her left leg. For always being so…welcoming.”

You swallow a whine as you watch him move to the floor of the car and onto his knees, determined features glued to your cunt.

“I’d like to thank those pretty nails…” he muses, now reaching up to slide his fingers along the material of your underwear. “…for always painting such pretty pictures down my back.”

You watch the silk slip down your legs before it’s discarded carelessly somewhere behind him.

“I’d like to thank that pretty little neck…” His voice drops to a needy purr as he loops his arm around your waist to angle you up. “…for always feeling so good in my hands.”

He dips down to ghost his mouth just above your hip and your head drops back, unable to support itself any longer.

“I’d especially like to thank my two best friends…” he adds just as his other hand comes up to tug on the neckline of your dress until your chest is revealed. “…for always being there for me.”

You’d laugh if he wasn’t already groping your tit in his palm, tweaking your nipple between his fingers as you’re forced to gasp.

“I’d also like to thank my favorite thing in the entire fucking world…” he hums, eyes flicking up for just a moment as his other hand finds your clit. You feel his thumb pressing into you before he’s dragging it down, making you squirm. “…for always being so fucking sweet. And inviting. And showing me just how badly I need it.”

And he’s so close. He’s so fucking close to giving you what you want. You can almost taste it, and you wish that he and his ego weren’t on such a power trip right now after winning that damn Grammy, because maybe then…he’d actually give you what you want.

Instead, he pauses. Nose and lips and hands and tongue only inches away.

He looks up. Grins at you like he’s the happiest goddamn man in the world. His smile bigger than when he was on the stage accepting the award.

And your heart leaps.

“Couldn't have done it without you,” he finishes, winking before he finally concedes and drags his tongue along your cunt.

Short but sweet, thank you so much for asking! Congratulations Harry! You deserve the world💞

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icyharrington · 1 year

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55 w/ steve

86 w/ eddie

98 w/ billy

im hopefully gonna do all 3 of these, but for now im just gonna do the eddie one becauseeeee i love it and i can practically hear his voice saying it teehee :3 this is gonna be one for my plus size ladies though obviously anyone can read it !!!

86. “don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

contains: eddie munson x plus size reader, dirty talk, dom!eddie, insecure reader, negative self talk, foreplay

“You are so fuckin’ hot.”

Eddie breathes his admiration against your lips, panting hungrily as you twist your tongue with his. You’re straddling him in his bed, which makes it that much easier to feel the massive protrusion growing in the front of his dark jeans; biting his lower hip teasingly, you grind your hips down against him, chuckling when he lets out a low groan.

“Lemme see you. C’mon, get up,” he urges, doe eyes practically pleading you for a show. He punctuates his request with a firm slap to your ass, causing you to jump in surprise.

It’s the third time you’re fooling around with Eddie Munson, and you can hardly believe it’s actually real, even as you go through the motions of feeling his warm skin against yours. You’d known of him vaguely throughout your time at Hawkins, and had heard (and seen) plenty of questionable things in regards to the metalhead outcast, but you likely wouldn’t have ever spoken to him under most circumstances.

He had always struck you as the type of guy who would hurl insults at girls for laughs, but he wasn’t; he was a little unhinged, sure, but after running into him at the record store one afternoon, you were startled to learn that Eddie “the freak” Munson was a genuinely nice person.

After that chance encounter, it didn’t take much at all for you to become hooked; you wound up in his bed later that evening, receiving some of the most intense orgasms of your life.

Eddie traces his fingers up your waist as you straighten out your spine, tossing your hair behind your shoulders so you can put your body on display for him. It’s almost objectifying, the way he obsesses over your soft figure, but you can’t deny that it turns you on beyond belief.

“Mhm. Yeah, take your top off for me,” Eddie murmurs, licking his lips as his eyes drink in your voluptuous frame, trailing leisurely from your stretch-marked thighs, to your curved tummy, and finally your tits, maybe his favorite part of all. They’re veiled only by your favorite band t-shirt, which you cropped yourself; the top falls to just below your chest, though when you arch your back, Eddie can see the underside of your cleavage.

You do what he says, your tits heaving with each ragged breath you take into your lungs. Eddie grins mischievously, reaching his palms to feel you up, the tips of his fingers tweaking at your hardened nipples.

“Eddie…” you sigh, and he moves to strike your ass again, squeezing firmly as he pulls you further up his body so that you’re straddling his ribcage.

You don’t put your full weight on him, fearing that you might block his airflow if you do. You usually prefer to be on the bottom, seeing that you probably aren’t as thin as the other girls he’s slept with, but Eddie is apparently unfazed by this. The first time you undressed in front of him, he’d been practically salivating at the view of your chunky legs clad in thigh-high fishnets, hips hugged lovingly in your favorite black miniskirt; even when you peeled off your top to reveal your stomach (your biggest insecurity), his interest in you only intensified.

“I wanna take pictures of you,” he says, bouncing your tits obscenely in his palms with a perverted grin. “How do you feel about being my album whore?”

“I’m sure the Corroded Coffin crowd would love to look at my fat ass every time they whip out your record to listen to,” you say sardonically, which visibly pisses Eddie off.

“The fuck did I tell you about talking like that, huh?” he snaps, gripping your hips on either side and jerking you up to his chest. “If I tell you you’re sexy, you’re sexy. Get it?”

You bite your lip at his authoritative tone, cheeks prickling. You never met a guy like Eddie before, someone so enthusiastic abut your unconventional features; all the boys you talked to in the past had seemed to treat you like a last resort, but not Eddie. Eddie makes you feel special, like you’re one of those perky cheerleaders that meander down the halls in their revealing uniforms every day, to the delight of each hormonal teen boy that they pass.

With the pressure of his eyes being fixed sternly upon you, you give in. “Fine.”

“Thaaat’s my girl.” He strokes your back affectionately, sliding down beneath you so he’s lying flatter, no longer propped up on his pillows. You shift your balance to your knees so as not to crush him as he sinks under, but he huffs, forcing you back down into a sitting position. “Where’dya think you’re going, huh? I haven’t even gotten to taste that sweet little pussy yet.”

You nearly gasp out at the crudeness of his statement, your pussy aching with need as the words leave his perfect mouth; looking down at him inquisitively, you chew at your bottom lip in thought. “You mean you want me to…“

He nods encouragingly, a wicked grin situating itself across his lips when he senses the apprehension in your demeanor. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Eddie, you won’t be able to breathe,” you protest, but he works at the waistband of your leopard-print panties anyways, rolling them down until most of your pelvis is exposed.

“Who needs oxygen when you can have pussy?” he smiles, his eyes half-lidded and clouded over with an urgent lust. The look on his face tells you all you need to know; he doesn’t just want you, he needs you. “C’mon, baby. You know I can handle it.”

“‘Kay, but if you suffocate to death, it’s your fault,” you warn, half-joking; he scolds you for the comment, wordlessly and with the back of his ring-adorned hand, by landing a sharp smack to your jaw. It’s not enough to hurt, really, just sting, but the sensation travels straight down to your cunt all the same.

“Get your ass up here,” he orders, and you do as you’re told, bracing yourself above his head after stripping off your underwear. He gazes at you triumphantly from where he’s situated, craning his neck to shoot you a self-satisfied smirk.

“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue now, okay? And I don’t wanna hear anything else out of that mouth unless it’s to fucking beg me for it.”

With that, he yanks you down onto his waiting tongue, just as you choke out a breathless “yes, Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #mine #eddie munson x plus size reader

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disenchantedif · 2 months

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Oh my god, what if MC has issues regarding V-day because they and Luci used to do something really sappy and cute for it? So now seeing all the happy couples just makes them really upset/angry?

Lucien

You sigh, tossing your bag on the counter. Theo is still in class until this evening, so you have until then to stew. It’s stupid to hate Valentine’s Day so much, but you can’t help it. It a reminder of everything you once had, the life you lived before it all went to shit.

The last time you spent this day with anyone was Lucien. Lucien, who you had made homemade pizzas with and sat out on the balcony, watching the stars with only your shared body heat to keep you warm.

After you became Unchosen, after Lucien had left you, maybe you became a bit jaded toward the holiday. You once looked forward to it with sappy naïveté, and now you dreaded the memories it would dredge up.

Even now, with you and Lucien almost fully made up, you couldn’t stand seeing all the happy couples and hearts and love bullshit everywhere. It just…hurt. It hurt, and that made you angry.

Leaning on the counter, you contemplate ordering take out and just going straight to bed when there’s a knock on your door. It’s soft, hesitant, almost like the person on the other side kind of hopes you won’t come to the door.

You do, though. You pull it open and there stands the object of both your ire and yearning.

“Hey,” He says, sheepish, his wings twitching with his anxiety, “I wasn’t sure if I should come over…”

“You can come over whenever,” You say, your voice gentle despite your foul mood for the day.

After everything the both of you have been through, you don’t have it in yourself to cruel to him. Not even today, when the wound in your heart is raw and bleeding. You both have been hurt far too much, by one another and Lucien’s parents and far too many others to list.

You don’t want him to hurt anymore, not after you’ve seen the disastrous results. Besides, hurting him would only wound you more in the end. You learned that lesson a long time ago.

“I just…” Lucien shifts on his feet, pulling something out of his bag, “I know this is all still new, and I wasn’t sure if it would even be appreciated, but…here.”

It’s a canvas, you realize. He flips it over as he hands it to you, revealing a portrait of yourself done in watercolor. You’re smiling, a light flush of pink highlighting your cheeks, a golden yellow wash surrounding you as if he’d pictured you bathed in sunlight.

You take the painting with trembling hands, your wide eyes finding his.

“It’s not a lot,” He say softly, “But I…it’s my favorite painting I’ve done in a long time.”

It is a lot, though. It’s everything. You take a step inside to set the painting down gently on the counter before turning back to him. You take his hand and lead him inside, enthralled with the way he looks at you like you hung the stars in tonight’s sky.

“We can order pizza,” You suggest, closing the door behind him, “Watch a movie. I’ll probably fall asleep.”

“I don’t care if you use me as a pillow,” He says softly.

Four Valentine’s Days apart, wasted, and you probably should be angry about it. You were just moments ago. As you sit beside him on the couch, his curls tickling your neck as he rests his head atop yours, you find it hard to hold on to that anger. Perhaps you’d be happier if you let it go.

Dark brown eyes glance down at you, warm and utterly taken, and you decide that you’ll move on. For yourself, and for Lucien. It’s what the both of you deserve after so many years of suffering.

Lucia

You sigh, tossing your bag on the counter. Theo is still in class until this evening, so you have until then to stew. It's stupid to hate Valentine's Day so much, but you can't help it. It a reminder of everything you once had, the life you lived before it all went to shit.

The last time you spent this day with anyone was Lucia. Lucia, who you had made homemade pizzas with and sat out on the balcony, watching the stars with only your shared body heat to keep you warm.

After you became Unchosen, after Lucia had left you, maybe you became a bit jaded toward the holiday. You once looked forward to it with sappy naïveté, and now you dreaded the memories it would dredge up.

Even now, with you and Lucia almost fully made up, you couldn't stand seeing all the happy couples and hearts and love bullshit everywhere.

It just...hurt. It hurt, and that made you angry.

Leaning on the counter, you contemplate ordering take out and just going straight to bed when there's a knock on your door. It's soft, hesitant, almost like the person on the other side kind of hopes you won't come to the door.

You do, though. You pull it open and there stands the object of both your ire and yearning.

“Hey,” She says, sheepish, her wings twitching with her anxiety, “I wasn't sure if I should come over.”

“You can come over whenever,” You say, your voice gentle despite your foul mood for the day.

After everything the both of you have been through, you don't have it in yourself to cruel to her. Not even today, when the wound in your heart is raw and bleeding. You both have been hurt far too much, by one another and Lucia’s parents and far too many others to list.

You don't want her to hurt anymore, not after you've seen the disastrous results. Besides, hurting her would only wound you more in the end. You learned that lesson a long time ago.

“I just…” Lucia shifts on her feet, pulling something out of her bag, “I know this is all still new, and I wasn't sure if it would even be appreciated, but…here.”

It's a canvas, you realize. She flips it over as she hands it to you, revealing a portrait of yourself done in watercolor. You're smiling, a light flush of pink highlighting your cheeks, a golden yellow wash surrounding you as if she'd pictured you bathed in sunlight.

You take the painting with trembling hands, your wide eyes finding hers.

“It's not a lot,” She say softly, “But I...it's my favorite painting l've done in a long time.”

It is a lot, though. It's everything. You take a step inside to set the painting down gently on the counter before turning back to her. You take her hand and lead her inside, enthralled with the way she looks at you like you hung the stars in tonight's sky.

“We can order pizza" You suggest, closing the door behind her, "Watch a movie. l'll probably fall asleep.”

“| don't care if you use me as a pillow,” She says softly.

Four Valentine's Days apart, wasted, and you probably should be angry about it. You were just moments ago. As you sit beside her on the couch, her curls tickling your neck as she rests her head atop yours, you find it hard to hold on to that anger. Perhaps you'd be happier if you let it go.

Dark brown eyes glance down at you, warm and utterly taken, and you decide that you'll move on. For yourself, and for Lucia. It's what the both of you deserve after so many years of suffering.

#answered asks #luci rivera #short story

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bryngmemoney · 3 months

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✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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Writing in between messages!!

🪡Chapter Fifteen: 8-ball

“You have to show me him!” Yuki exclaimed as you adjusted her outfit, making sure everything fit well. “Well, I could show you a picture, but he’s gonna come in right after you, so you could stay a minute extra.”

You two were referring to Megumi, as Yuki had always been one interested in starting conversation on people’s types. You were no exception. She told you that the reason she did it revealed a lot about the person without them knowing, you could see what she meant to an extent but really only she knew what she was talking about.

“Ooo, like how soon after me?” You looked at the time displayed on your phone, seeing the lock screen show the song you were quietly playing in the background for you and Yuki, as you guys were the only ones around. The numbers at the top read the time 5:50. “Like in ten minutes maybe, he said he’d be here around six.”

You backed up, asking Yuki to spin for you, seeing that everything seemed to fit well. “Does anything feel off?” “No, it’s perfect actually!”

“Great! Well that’s really all, you can go and change again, are you staying for a few?”

“Well I am curious, i’ll stick around with you for a bit.”

6:20, and Megumi was no where to be seen. “Is he running late?” Yuki asked leaning her back against the table while she sat down, facing you who was standing up, peaking out the window of the studio room to see if there was any sign of anyone walking in.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t answered the text I sent him.”

“He usually shows up on time?”

“Most of the time, there was just once where he showed up late, but that’s because of something that was happening.” You turned back to Yuki, checking your phone just once again to see if there was any sign from him. “Like how late?” You placed your phone down, sighing before answering “40 minutes..”

“Oh, wow.”

“He made up for it though!” You defended, “He took me out to dinner, it wasn’t really a date because his friend was there too, but still!” Yuki just hummed seeming amused in your story.

“Okay, i’ll wait another 10 minutes max with you then, but if he still hasn’t responded or shown up, we’re leaving.” You yawned in response, not feeling tired because it was late, but instead because this week had really exhausted you with class work. “Can’t we make it 15?”

“Listen, he’s already done something like this before, and you’re tired, just tell him not to show up and talk it out later, but if I was you i’d go and take the fattest nap ever first.”

Megumi sighed after finally finishing his project presentation for his Photo Seminar class. He really needed to try on this assignment, as his last one wasn’t the best. He didn’t fail, but he wasn’t anywhere near where he wanted or needed to be. Stressing over it he was glad to have finally finished his preparation, feeling a weight being lifted off him that is until he checked the time to be 6:38, then it was replaced with panic, remembering he had promised to meet you around six today. He looked for his phone, only to find it and see a text from you already saying you left 7 minutes ago.

Author’s Note: date with megumi officially planned🗣️‼️

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straykeedz · 6 months

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day 21: han + sex tape

©straykeedz

tw: female anatomy; sexting is implied; masturbation (f); oral (m receiving); unprotected piv sex (don’t do this at home 🤨); dirty talk; choking if you squint; creampie; ♡

wc: 2,4k;

okay this is like 1% plot and 99% porn lol

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smut below the cut, minors dni

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“Take off your panties for me, sweetheart?”

Jisung speaks, his phone camera pointed right between your legs on your clothed pussy, a black piece of cotton covering it, Jisung’s favorite. Whenever he sees you wearing them, even if it’s just a glimpse he gets from underneath his t-shirt that you wear around the house, he gets instantly hard. To be fair, though, he gets hard whenever he’s around you, it doesn’t matter what you’re - or not - wearing.

You hook your fingers on the hems of your ridiculously expensive panties, then slide them down your thighs, revealing your bare cunt to Jisung’s eyes. He lets out a gasp, then helps you get rid of them. He rests his palm on your knee, still holding his phone in his other hand.

“Touch yourself for me, please?”, he whines.

You smirk, you love seeing him so desperate for you, so pussydrunk.

That’s why you’re currently on your shared bed, laying flat on the mattress, completely naked - because he just can’t get enough of your pussy. He needs it - needs you all the time, and he struggles whenever he’s forced to be away from you. That’s the whole point of today, that’s why he’s recording such an intimate moment through his phone camera - he can’t bear the thought of not seeing your naked body for two whole months.

Sure, you could video chat or maybe have phone sex, but you both know it won’t be possible all the time since he’ll literally be on the other side of the world. So you came up with an idea, an idea Jisung instantly loved and agreed on. How could he not? He gets to have sex with you, record it while it happens and he’ll be able to re-watch it whenever he wants? Sounded like music to his ears.

You bring three fingers to your mouth and lick them, making sure they’re lubricated and wet enough before you bring them on your clit and start to rub slow circles under Jisung’s stare. He bites his lip as he watches you touch yourself - so differently than how he touches you, fast and impatiently, but equally pleasuring.

“Mhhh, you like it, sweetheart? You like touching yourself for me?”, he sucks in a breath when he sees you spread your lips to show him how wet you are. “Oh. I think you do like it.”, he chuckles, cheeks flustered as he brings his phone closer to get a better focus on your intimate parts.

“Spread those lips for me, let me see how wet is your pussy, baby.”

You bite your lower lip, turned on by the whole thing - Jisung standing between your legs wearing nothing but his boxers, looking absolutely fucked out even though you’re just getting started, phone in his shaking hand as he bites his lip.

You do as he asked, using your wet fingers to delicately part your labia, showing him how your arousal is spread all around your hole - he nearly chokes on air. To be honest, right now he wants nothing more than to pull his boxers down and sink in your aching pussy and get lost in the feeling of fucking his cock into you - but at the same time he wants this to last as much as possible.

“You want me to put a finger inside?”, you purr.

“Yes, baby, please?”, it comes out more like a question. You slowly ease a finger inside of you, burying it deep until your walls swallow it whole to your knuckle. “Fuck, sweetheart, another.”, he begs.

You shake your head and chuckle. “You’re so impatient.”, you tease him. “I haven’t even started touching myself yet.”, you point out.

“I know, baby, but you’re so fucking hot.”, he whines. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that.”

“Mhh, I know.”, you mumble, circling your entrance with another finger, before slipping it in with a moan, arching your back. Jisung’s arms are shaking so bad the video he’s recording is blurred for a couple of seconds.

“Feels good?”

“Mh-hm.”, you nod. “Not as good as your fingers or your cock, tho.”, you purr, enjoying seeing him squirm and hold back a moan as he palms himself over his boxers.

“Make yourself cum for me, sweetheart. Then I’ll give you my cock, promise.” Jisung says, staring into your eyes.

The offer does sound tempting, so you decide to not be a brat for once and actually grant him his wish, slowly starting to move your fingers inside of you. It feels different than when Jisung does it - your fingers aren’t as long and thick as his, and they don’t reach all your sweet spots as easily. You’re gonna miss those fingers while he’s away - fuck, you’re gonna miss all of him.

“Like that, baby, fuck yourself like that. Show me how you do it.”, he encourages you.

You close your eyes and kick your head back, shoving your fingers deeper as you desperately try to get yourself off as fast as possible - you want him inside of you, not your stupid fingers. Meanwhile, he slips his free hand under the waistband of his boxers, stroking his cock slowly - if he does it too quickly, he’s probably gonna cum.

“‘M close…”, you whimper, trying your best to let your fingers hit the same spot again and again, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum.”, you whine.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

You cum around your fingers, suppressing a moan by biting on the back of your hand as your legs shake and your whole body trembles, and fuck - Jisung really can’t believe he’s recording all of this.

“Show me, baby. Show me your fingers, show me how much you’ve cum for me.”, there’s eagerness in his tone, but you can’t blame him. You’re eager too, you can’t wait to feel him, to touch him, to scratch and bite his skin, to cum again - this time, around him.

You pull out your fingers from inside of you, and then wave them in front of the camera, showing him how they glisten, covered in your release. And Jisung can’t physically restrain himself from instantly getting closer to you, grabbing you by the wrist and shove your wet fingers into his mouth, getting a taste of you. He hums, swirling his hot tongue around your digits, and he can’t help but think of how much he’s going to miss this - tasting you - once he leaves. A sex tape can’t really help him with that…

“Want your cock now…”, you speak softly, sitting on the mattress, his phone camera practically shoved in your face as you slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and finally slide them down his legs, letting them pool on his ankles, freeing his rock hard cock.

Jisung isn’t mentally prepared for how you wrap your lips around his cockhead, but once more - he’s grateful he’s recording all of this, because you look so fucking hot with your mouth stuffed. Soft hums and muffled sounds leave his mouth as you take him deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck around his length.

“You’re so good at this, sweetheart, fuck.”, he licks his lips as he watch you bobbing your head up and down his cock without gagging. “You always suck me off so well.”, he compliments you, running one hand through your hair.

But after a couple of seconds, he has to pull you away from his cock, too close to cumming already. You whine in protest. “I want to cum inside of you tonight, sweetheart.”, he explains, caressing your temple with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t you want it too?”

You nod eagerly. You want it - fuck, you want it so bad. “Good girl, now lay down on the bed for me.”

You position yourself on the bed as he requested, already spreading your legs because you know it’s how he likes it - he loves to see your face as he fucks you into oblivion. He wants to see the faces you make, wants to see how your feature scrunch up in pleasure as he thrusts hard inside of you, he wants to be able to shove his fingers in your mouth when you’re being too loud.

He doesn’t stop recording - that’s the whole point of tonight. In fact, he positions his phone on his nightstand on a tripod - the tripod he usually uses for when he records his vlogs. He quickly checks if the angle’s right and the lights are okay before climbing on the bed, hovering over your body.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you like a good girl tonight, aren’t you?”, he bites his lip, deep brown eyes staring into yours. “You’re gonna let me take this pussy how I want it?”, he cups your heat with his hand and sucks in a breath when he feels how wet you are. Only for him.

You nod, licking your lips. “You can do whatever you want to me, you know that.”, you whisper, caressing his cheek with your cold finger, which sends a shiver down his spine.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you drive me crazy.”, he captures your lips in a kiss before pulling away. He wraps his fingers around his cock, then aligns it with your entrance. “Gonna put it in now. Think you can take it in one go?”

You hum. “I can, Ji. ‘M so wet for you.”

Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he pushes inside, thick cock parting your walls deliciously as he sinks in your heat - and you were right, you can take him in one go, because he bottoms out easily, burying himself deep inside of you.

“There you go, sweetheart. Took me so well.”, he kisses you on the lips.

“I always do.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re right, you always do.”, he pulls out just a couple of inches before pushing back inside, thrusting tentatively inside of you. “You’re such a good girl, taking my big cock in one go.”, he hooks his arm under one of your legs, spreading your thighs even wider, which allows him to go deeper. “Letting me take you like this, knowing I’m recording us fucking.”

“Ji.”, you moan.

“Yeah that’s right, say my name.”, he grunts, hips snapping harder until wet, slapping sounds fill your bedroom. “Let the whole neighbourhood know who’s fucking you so well.”

“You.”, you moan.

“A-And what’s my name, sweetheart?”, he pants.

“Ji-“ a particularly hard thrust inside of you cuts you off “-sung.”, you let out a loud cry as he continues to fuck you hard, pounding into you relentlessly.

He chuckles when he sees you turn your head to face his phone, still recording, on the nightstand, and his gaze follows yours, staring right into the camera. “You like it, huh?”, he smirks. “You like the thought of being recorded when I’m fucking you hard, yeah?”

You nod, then dig your fingernails in the flesh of his ass when he starts thrusting in a perfect angle, hitting your g-spot perfectly. “I do. Fuck, we should’ve done this sooner.”, you pant.

He grins from ear to ear. “Ah, my perfect sweetheart.”, he wraps his fingers around your throat, although he doesn’t squeeze it. “Letting me take her like this… all spread for me, letting me pound her pussy so good…”, you can feel your wetness drip onto the mattress - the bedsheets must be soaked by now.

“Fuck, Ji, don’t stop.”, you let out a high-pitched sound when his cockhead kisses your g-spot, and you throw your head back in the cushions, Jisung’s hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Mhh, not thinking about it, sweetheart. Wanna feel you cum around my cock. And then we’ll do it again, mh? You gonna let me take this pussy again?”, he pants, his dark hair sticking on his sweaty forehead as his thrusts become unsteady.

“Yes, fuck- gonna let you take it whenever you want, however you want.” You’re so, so close.

“That’s right. I’m the owner of this pussy, aren’t I?”

“You are.”, you pant, legs shaking, toes already curling. So close.

“And what’s my name, sweetheart? Say it as you cum for me.”, he demands.

“Jisung!”, you cum with a loud moan, clenching around his cock as you finish, coating his length, balls and bed in your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, fuck-“ Jisung pants, but he’s cut off by his own orgasm. He grunts as he comes inside of you, rutting his hips against yours as your tight walls milk him.

He lets go of your leg, knowing you’re probably feeling sore, and pulls away his fingers from your throat as his body collapses on yours. When he feels his cock starting to become limp, he’s quick to reach for his phone. You think he’s about to end the recording, but he kneels between your legs instead, and points his camera on your pussy.

“Wanna watch my cum drip out of you, you’re gonna let me?”, he asks, looking you in the eye.

You nod, and he slowly pulls out of you. A choked sound leaves his throat when he sees his seed, mixed with your release, drip out of your hole, ending up on the bedsheets.

“Fuck, push it out, sweetheart. Wanna see it drip from your pretty hole.”, he brings his other hand on your pussy, delicately spreading your labia with two fingers, and bites his lip when you push his cum out of you. “There’s so much of it, sweetheart. I’ve cum so hard…”, he comments, coating his thumb in your mixed fluids.

Then, he brings it to your lips, and nearly faints when he sees you wrapping your lips around his digit, licking it clean and swallowing your mixed releases. He presses the ‘end recording’ button, then throws his phone on the bed, next to you - not without saving the video and moving it into a private folder, the same folder in which he keeps all of your nudes and naughty videos you’ve sent him.

Then, he lets his body fall on the bed next to you and pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his naked chest. He places a kiss on your head as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Round two in the shower?”, you break the silence.

He bites his lip, smiling like an idiot. He nods eagerly, and you get up from the bed.

“Oh, and bring your phone.”, you smirk, disappearing into the bathroom.

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drewsbuzzcut · 6 months

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Sir Moldenhauer

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes blurb

warnings: none that I can think of

“Nick, what is that?” Dallas asks, frozen at her front door from when she was letting Nick inside.

She can see something fury and black in his arms.

“A kitten… that I got for you,” he says so lowly to the point she almost doesn’t hear him.

Dallas lets out a soft gasp when he holds out the little kitten to her. It’s all black with striking green eyes. He, she learns, immediately starts purring when she cuddles him close to her.

“Nick, oh my god. He’s so cute! Where did you find him? What’s his name? I can’t believe you got me a kitten,” she rambled, eyes watering at the sight of her first child.

“I adopted him. He has all his vaccines and has been neutered. He doesn’t have a name, so be wise picking one out. And yeah, I got you a kitten because you always talk about having one. I also got you a cat because it’ll give us a good challenge at parenting, and maybe you will give me an answer to the question I asked on Valentine’s Day,” Nick reveals his ulterior motive.

Dallas heaves out a sigh, rubbing her nose in the kitten’s fur while she ponders how to respond to him. She knows better than to think that everything will smooth over after his big question, but she still doesn’t have an answer. That’s not true, she does, but she doesn’t know how to tell him without chickening out.

“Look, I’m not trying to pressure you, I swear. I just thought that maybe if you see we could be pet parents together, then maybe you could see that there are no problems with us getting married. That we can get through anything,” Nick explains, pulling the girl into his chest. She pulls back, dragging him to her room so they can lay down.

“Taking care of a kitten isn’t like raising kids, so it’s not that challenging. I appreciate your efforts, though. I hate that I’m keeping you waiting, but it’s for a reason. I’m sorry, baby. I love you. Thank you for my new baby,” she tries to lighten the mood by kissing Nick’s cheek and placing the kitten on his chest.

“So… think of a name yet?” Nick changes the subject.

“Not yet. Do you have any ideas?” She asks, mouth gaping when the kitten curls up on Nick’s chest, right where she was about to lay her head.

“No sir, he’s my man. You just popped in the picture and now you’re stealing him away from me? You’re lucky that he’s your daddy and that you two look so cute together,” Dallas chastised, pulling her phone out to snap a picture of them.

“I like when you get all authoritative like that. It’s totally hot,” he flirts, giving her a sexy smirk.

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe we should name the kitty cat ‘sir.’ I actually kind of like that. Sir Moldenhauer!” Dallas squeals, kicking her legs in excitement.

During her small bout of excitement, sir moldenhauer jumps off her bed to hide. Dallas tries to hide her giggles but she’s too happy to try. Nick pulls her into him, rolling over so she’s underneath him. His face goes straight into her neck, his scruff tickling her.

“Babe! Babe, you need to shave, you’re tickling me,” she squirms under him, her hands trying to push him away.

“How dare you scare our son. I think you have to deal with my scruff as punishment,” he teases, tickling her even more.

“Our son?” Dallas picks up on his wording, her heart melting at the significance behind it.

“Yeah, our son,” he confirms, pressing a kiss to her lips.

a/n: Not exactly my favorite but just wanted to give a little background info on Nick and Dallas’ kitty! Enjoy! Tomorrow comes the angst

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick x dallas #umich imagine #umich hockey #so it goes au

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betterthanburrow · 10 months

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Mr. Quarterback and Ms. Songbird - Instagram AU

(LSU Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Songwriter! OC)

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yourinstagram: i know i released my debut album a few months ago, but i’ll always be writing new song ☁️

tell me what your top 3 songs are from the album!

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yourmom: Track 1, Track 5, and Track 11.

↳ yourinstagram: good choices mom!

username1: Track 3, Track 4 and Track 7!

yoursister: Track 10, Track 11, and Track 12

↳ yourinstagram: do you only like the songs on the album that you are featured on/are about you?!

↳ yoursister: yes!

username2: i need you to release this song now… and my top 3 songs are Track 1, Track 9, and Track 13!

joeyb_9: Track 2, Track 6, and Track 8 (and this new song is so beautiful Ms. SongBird)

↳ yourinstagram: that’s a good top 3 list (and thank you for the compliment on the song Mr. Quarterback)

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JBURROW_DAILY: LSU Quarterback Joseph Burrow revealed during his interview with Sports Center that the album he has on repeat right now to help him prepare for the National Championship Football Game against Clemson is Y/FN Y/LN’s debut album.

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username1: i don’t know who this man is because i don’t keep updated with football stuff… but he sounded so cute and shy when he started talking bout Y/FN’s debut album, his favorite songs of hers, and how he needs more new music from her soon.

username2: i think the cutest part was when the interviewer asked if he would be attending Y/N’s sold out concert in Baton Rouge (which is happening only a few days before the football game) and all Joe could do was blush and smile 🥹

username3: i wonder if Y/N and Joe know each other because Y/N has been living in Louisiana these past few years… and obviously Joe goes to school at LSU.

↳ username4: i just checked… and they do follow each other on instagram, so maybe they’re friends and he’s just supporting her album by giving it promotion?!

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yoursister: good things come in threes!

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yourmom: my beautiful daughters 🖤

username1: i can’t believe i got to see Y/N and her little sister perform their collaboration song LIVE!

↳ username2: i need Y/N’s sister to release her own album soon and not just song covers!

↳ yoursister: one day it will happen!

yourinstagram: 🤍🤍🤍

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Y/FN_WORLD: THIS WAS POSTED AND IMMEDIATELY DELETED BY Y/N’S LITTLE SISTER?!

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username1: WAIT… IS THIS REAL OR A PRANK?!

↳ username2: IT’S REAL… THIS IS MY SCREENSHOT!

username3: EVERYONE ON TWITTER IS SAYING ITS JOE BUTROW AND I THINK THEY’RE RIGHT!

username4: DID Y’ALL SEE THE THREAD ON TWITTER THAT GOING VIRAL OF THE “PROOF” OF Y/FN AND JOE DATING?!

↳ username5: WAIT I DON’T HAVE TWITTER… WHATS THE “PROOF”?!

↳ username4: someone made a thread explaining how Joe and Y/N have been interacting publicly on social media lately + how they have nicknames for each other (Mr. Quarterback and Ms. Songbird) and how Joe acted in the Sports Center interview when talking about Y/N, her music, and when talking about going to the concert (a lot of people on Twitter that attended the concert are saying that he was at the concert but there aren’t any pictures or videos of him yet.)

username3: i wonder if Y/N and Joe were planning on making their relationship public soon since they had started interacting with each other on social media?!

username6: i know that everyone is surprised but since Y/N’s little sister deleted the story i think it’s clear that understand that it was possibly for Y/N little sister’s close insta-story and not for the public to see… we know that Y/N’s little sister would never purposely expose Y/N’s privacy so i hope she’s doing alright and doesn’t blame herself for this mistake.

username7: if it really is an honest mistake that Y/N’s little sister made… let’s hope Y/N isn’t mad at her because the last time someone close to Y/N exposed information about Y/N’s quiet life, she was very mad.

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yourinstagram: after-concert vibes 🦋🎤

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yourmom: you’re a gorgeous angel!

username1: if the rumors are true… Joe is a lucky man.

yoursister: tonight was a fun night! (i’m also letting you know now that i will be borrowing the dress)

↳ yourinstagram: last time you borrowed one of my dresses… i never saw the dress again so no!

username2: so… we’re not going address the elephant in the room 👀

joeyb_9: it was a fun concert Ms. Songbird!

↳ yourinstagram: i’m glad you enjoyed it Mr. Quarterback

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joeyb_9: Lots of setbacks, disappointments, and failures along my journey. Injuries, position battles, transfer, through all of it I just kept my head down, worked, and tried to get better every day. Now.... I am a Champion.

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lahjay10_: 🔥🔥🔥

LSU: #9 on the football field, #1 in our hearts 💜

mamaburrow: i’m so proud of you and the team!

yourinstagram: congratulations on the victory, you deserve all the success in the world Mr. Quarterback!

↳ joeyb_9: thank you for the kind words Ms. Songbird.

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yourinstagram: Mr. Quarterback and Ms. SongBird.

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joeyb_9: i love you Ms. Songbird 🤍

↳ yourinstagram: i love you too Mr. Quarterback 🤍

Author’s Note:

this is the first official “LSU! Joe Burrow” Instagram AU! i’ve had this Instagram AU in the queue for so many months and im glad that the IG AU finally being published!

if you want to request an Instagram AU, send the IG AU request to my Inbox and i will try to get the Instagram AU request published as soon as i can.

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

#Joe Burrow #NFL #CFB #LSU Tigers #Cincinnati Bengals #Joe Burrow Fanfiction #Joe Burrow Fanfic #Joe Burrow Fic #Joe Burrow x Reader #Joe Burrow x OC #Joe Burrow x Y/N #Joe Burrow Instagram #Joe Burrow Instagram AU #Instagram #Instagram AU

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propertyofwhitney67 · 6 months

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A present

Whitney the Bully x Reader

words: 691

Warnings: suggestive at the end

The orphanage felt alive with Christmas cheer, everyone opening what presents we could afford for each other. I munched down on the cookies Robin got for me and watched the snow fall outside. Everything was covered in a blanket of white, it was beautiful.

A younger orphan ran up to me, “Someone is asking for you, Y/n.” Many thoughts went through my head. Who were they, and what did they want? I paid my debts for the week, no one should be looking for me.

I put down the cookie I was eating and looked them in the eyes, “What did they look like?”

They shrugged their shoulders and held their new stuffed animal closer, “They’re blonde and scary.”

I sighed, “Sweetie, I’m going to need more than that.”

They thought for a moment and shrugged their shoulders, “They said they know you.” I looked up to the ceiling in a silent prayer, going against my better judgment I followed the younger orphan to the entrance.

Once there they dropped my hand and ran off to play with the other younger orphans. I took a step outside and found Whitney smoking a cigarette. I thought back to how the orphan described him, ‘blonde and scary’. I let out a small chuckle and leaned back against the wall next to him. “What are you doing here?” I asked, genuinely curious why he was here.

He didn’t answer and continued to smoke. He offered me one which I took, and he lit it for me. I think he was blushing, or maybe it’s just the cold weather. “What? Can’t I visit my favorite slut?” He asked jokingly.

I rolled my eyes and elbowed him, he grunted and pushed me lightly. “I’m serious, you wouldn’t be here unless there was a reason.”

“Got you something…” he mumbled and continued to smoke, oh he is definitely blushing.

“What was that?” I asked despite knowing damn well what he said. I just want to hear him say it again.

He huffed and said this time louder, “I got you something, dumb slut.”

I smiled and hugged his arm, he didn’t try to shake me off. “Well, where is it?” I had a sudden thought, if he says his cock I’ll lose my mind.

He tossed his cigarette to the side then grabbed mine and did the same. “Come on.”

Before I knew it we were at his house. He sighed deeply before opening the door and lead me to his room, ignoring his family members that were over for Christmas.

On his bed sat a small present that was wrapped haphazardly. What could he have possibly gotten me? I looked over at him and he gestured for me to open it. I sat down and gently placed it in my lap and began to tear at the wrapping paper. Under the wrapping paper there was a box that I opened to find a vintage locket. I looked up at him in shock, it was perfect. “Go ahead open it.” I looked back down and opened the clasp to reveal a picture of the two of us, one I don’t remember him taking. “You were asleep and I wanted a…normal picture of you.”

It took everything in me to not squeal, “Where did you get this?”

“That weird shop in the woods.” He said as he took the locket from me and put it around my neck and clasped it for me. “The shopkeeper is weird, but it was worth it.”

I looked down and twirled the locket around in my hand nervously, “I wish I would have gotten you something.”

He made a ‘psh’ sound and slung his arm around my shoulder, “Your body is a gift in and of itself.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, hiding my smile. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and as part of my gift you are going to be as loud as possible.”

“But-” I tried to explain his family were here, but he cut me off.

“I know and I don’t care.” He pushed me down on the bed and started to undress me, “Merry Christmas slut.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#dol fanfic #dol x reader #dol #degree of lewdity #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol whitney #whitney the bully #dol whitney x reader #whitney x reader #whitney dol #degrees of lewdity whitney #whitney degrees of lewdity #my writing

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powermakar · 1 year

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Keep Your Glasses On - Owen Power

Author's note: Ok so I 100% definitely have a glasses kink and Owen wearing his glasses just does something to me so I wrote this for all of us horny people.

Part two: You Don't Need Your Glasses for This

Summary: Pure filthy smut with no plot whatsoever

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Praise kink, glasses kink, whiny Owen, cocky Owen, swear words, pretty much every warning that comes with pure smut

Owen’s game had just ended and you knew it would be a while before he got home from dealing with all of the press. You took that time to prepare for your celebration of Owen’s first multi-point NHL game. A dark blue matching set to represent the Saber’s blue always ended up being Owen’s favorite set of lingerie. Throwing a jersey on with the familiar number 25 sprawled across the back, you lay down on your and Owen’s bed.

You hear a jingle of keys and the front door opens so you call out, “In here Owen!”. Owen walks into the room and looks you up and down with his eyes blazing with heat.

“All of this for me baby?” Owen smirks.

“All and only for you,” you say, sliding one side of the jersey up so he can get a glance at your blue, lace thong. He just groans in response and drops the coat of his suit to the floor and loosens his tie. “Is it getting a little hot in here? Maybe I should take this off so it’ll be cooler” you say, pulling the jersey over your head and revealing your bra. The cold air hits your nipples making them pucker and you let out a little moan. All Owen can do is stare at you. “Take a picture, it'll last longer,” you tease. With those words, Owen’s head snaps up with a questioning look. “Maybe next time O, but right now I need you to come over and do something to me”.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to leave but those reporters kept asking me questions and all I could think of was you,” Owen says while running a finger around the waistband of your thong and snapping it back against your skin. All you can do is squirm and move his hand closer to your pussy. “Not yet, baby, we need to get you wetter,” he says.

“Please Owen I need your dick or fingers or at least something!” you groan.

“Aw, are we begging now? Are you that horny that you can’t wait anymore? It’s a little pathetic if I’m being honest,” Owen says knowing it’ll rile you up a little more.

“If you don’t want to help me, then I’ll just do it myself,” you smirk rubbing your clit through your panties.

This must have made him angry because he pins both of your arms above your head and growls, “You follow exactly what I say and if you don’t you’ll get punished”.

You wanted to try something new and giggle, “Yes sir”.

“Fuck y/n,” Owen groans and unbuttons his shirt, and throws it to the floor. “If you want to play that game I can play it with you”. Owen unhooks your bra and throws it somewhere in the room. He starts toying with both of your nipples making you moan and lift your hips against his thigh to feel any sort of friction. “So impatient y/n,” Owen says before he starts to suck on your right nipple.

“Owen please,” you whine.

“Fine, only because I want to hear you scream my name,” he says, taking his glasses off.

“No Owen, keep your glasses on.” He just shrugs and puts them back on. You pull your panties down your legs and throw them to the floor. Owen spreads your legs and begins to eat your pussy out with his glasses on. Moaning, you reach your hand into his hair and lift your hips up.

“You taste so good sweetheart,” Owen says before going back down and licking your clit.

“Fuck Owen I’m going to cum soon,” you moan loudly. You can feel Owen pick up the pace and before you know it your vision goes blurry as an orgasm rips through your body. You pull Owen up for a kiss, seeing that his glasses had some of your wetness on them making you even more turned on. “Oh my God Owen,” you moan.

He smirks and says, “round two?” before shoving two of his thick, long, calloused fingers into your hole. “You want more, huh? Such a slut for me baby girl. You are doing such a good job,” Owen praises. Your orgasm is approaching quickly and Owen knows it. He uses his other hand to rub small circles against your clit as you cry out.

“Owen, fuck, baby I want your dick now please.” With that Owen stands up to take his belt and pants off before reaching for a condom on the nightstand. He then picks you up and gently throws you on top of him.

“I want you to ride my dick like the good girl I know you are,” he demands. Smirking, you slide the condom down his dick, pumping it a few times before sliding down on him. It takes you a minute or two before you can fully adjust to his size and you start moving up and down. “Fuck y/n your pussy feels so good,” he moans. This was one of your favorite versions of Owen, the cocky then whiny Owen.

“You like that, huh? You love it when I ride you,” you tease. All Owen can do is let out a small whine in response. He begins to thrust his hips up to meet you halfway but you quickly put a stop to that. “Let me do some of the work tonight babe”. Looking at him you see his glasses are starting to fog up, his jaw is slacked, and his hair is starting to stick to his forehead from his sweat. “You have no idea how much I love your glasses, Owen, They are one of my favorite things,” you say before pulling him into a kiss.

“I’ll wear them more often just for you,” he says before letting out another moan. “I’m so close y/n.”

“Me too baby”. With those words, he rubs your clit with his thumb. “Cum with me O,” you moan. Sure enough, both of you cum at the same time letting out breathy moans. Laying down on his chest he wraps his arms around your body. “Congratulations on your first multi-point game Owen. I love you”.

“I love you too y/n,” he says, pulling you into another kiss after. “I would love to continue this but I have to get up early tomorrow and I have to clean my glasses off.” All you can do is laugh. He pulls out of your hole and you groan at the emptiness. “I know baby”.

Owen comes back with a warm washcloth to wipe you clean. “Maybe you should get a hat trick so we can do this again”.

“I’ll try,” he laughs, turning off the lamp and snuggling you in close.

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Bonus Scene.

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

What happened between Bob and Sunny after the impromptu photo shoot (found here)

Warnings: oral (both receiving) anal play, p in v, mutual masturbation, use of ‘good girl’, etc.

“Your 2 hours start now!”

Bob hears Cyclone yell as he powers on his phone and strips to his boxers briefs, hanging his clothes over the edge of his bunk.

He lays back and taps on your contact name, cock already half-hard in anticipation.

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“Bobby! Hey!” You answer excitedly when you see he’s FaceTiming.

“Hey Sun, wow. You look gorgeous.”

You’re wearing one of his threadbare ‘US NAVY’ shirts, face bare, and hair pulled into a messy bun since you were just getting ready to relax in bed for a while.

“Thanks, you do too.” He does, his chest bare and hair mussed from taking his shirt off. “I’ve got some pictures that I wanted to send you when I finally got a chance to talk. Can I send them now?”

He nods. “Yeah, Bradley’a giving me the first hour so I’m alone. What are they of?”

“You’ll see,” you smile as you hit send, “let me know when you get them.”

“I will, what’s you do today—Jesus, Sunny!”

He got the pictures.

You laugh. “Row and I went out for brunch and did some shopping after.”

“Did brunch include tequila?” He groans as he sees more come through on his screen.

“How did you know?” You say cheekily.

“Where was this? Please tell me you bought that. Whose hand is that—oh, it’s Rowan…Oh. Holy shit, Sun. She’s touching you.” Bob rambles, his cheeks red, running his hand through his hair.

“Do you like them?” You smile.

“Yes. Jesus Christ.” He groans when he pulls up to his new favorite.

“Which one do you like the best?”

“The one where you’re on your knees, eyes closed and Row’s thumb is pressing on your lips. You look like you’re about to put my cock in your mouth.” He rasps out, you can see the movement in his shoulder.

“Bobby, are you touching yourself?”

He nods with a groan.

“Let me watch.”

“I don’t know if I should. Maybe I should tease you like…” he trails off and his eyes drift close before he continues, “tease you like you tease me.”

“Please?” You slip his shirt over your head and reveal your naked chest to him.

“Alright.” He caves and props his phone so you can see all of him.

A strangled mewl leaves you at the sight of him fisting his cock, the other resting behind his head.

“You look so good baby,” you purr as your hands trail over your chest, one hand toying with your nipples as the other travels further south.

“You do too, Sunny. Suck your fingers for me first, like you do my cock. Get them nice and wet.” He pants.

You do as he asks, sucking your index and middle finger into your mouth lewdly.

He grunts, slowly his moments until your fingers are nice and wet. You sigh when you bring them to your clit.

“Good girl. Have you touched yourself since I’ve been gone?”

You nod, “Twice, you?”

“No, between hops and briefings and sharing a room and the bathrooms aren’t private…,” he whines.

“You poor thing, we’ll make up for it when you’re back, okay?” You sigh, pushing your fingers inside and using the heel of your palm on your clit. “What are you gonna do to me when you’re back?”

“You’re gonna greet me on your knees and I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth. You’re gonna swallow like a good girl too. Then I’m gonna lay you out on our bed and eat your pussy ‘til you can’t take any more.”

“Yes, yes I want that. Will you put that plug in while you go down on me…fuck me with it in after?” You whine, your orgasm starting to build.

“Yes, fuckkkk.” He grits out.

“I had it in the last time I got myself off, I feel so full. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like with you inside me too,” you whimper, so close.

Bob groans, his back arching as he finishes, ropes of cum painting his toned stomach. You’re next and you whimper as your orgasm pulses through you.

You smile at him when you’re able to open your eyes. His cheeks are red and his hair is a mess; he’s wrecked and you love it.

“Shit, Bradley’s gonna be back in a few minutes. Can I text you?”

“Sounds good, I’ll get cleaned up too. Love you.”

“Love you too, Sun.”

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He texts you a few minutes later, but you only get a few messages back and forth before he sends you one saying not to worry, but their phones are getting cut early. The messages sent after came back as not delivered.

You sigh and text Rowan to let her know in case she and Bradley got cut off; she was relieved because they did.

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You work twelve-hour shifts the next two days and are exhausted as you walk in the door, not even seeing Bob’s truck in the driveway.

That exhaustion disappears though when you get inside and spot him on the couch, he rises as soon as he spots you.

You squeal and jump into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. “What are you doing home so early?!”

“Training went better than anticipated,” he smiles, setting you down with a squeeze to your ass.

“Did you pick up Steve?” You ask looking around for him. Annie keeps him some nights when you have to work a few 12-hour shifts in a row; more at the request of the girls than for Steve, but it works out for everyone.

“No, I texted Annie that I could come pick him up, but the girls asked to keep him for one more night.”

“Will you shower with me?” You ask, untying your scrubs. You like to shower before doing anything after a long day at the hospital.

He nods and lets you lead him to the bathroom.

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You bring him off on your knees in the shower, sucking his soul out of his dick.

He comes in your mouth as promised and pulls you off him by your hair when he finishes.

“Swallow, yeah, yeah…like that. Let me see,” he pants, tapping your lips with his thumb.

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You open your mouth and show him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek.

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He washes your hair and then your body, bringing you off with his fingers before he lets you wash him too.

Then, he warms you up the supper he made earlier and asks about your week as you eat before bringing you to bed.

He lays you on the bed and kisses his way down your body, detouring and spending a long time torturing and teasing your nipples; nipping, licking, biting, pinching until they’re red and oversensitive.

“Please Bob,” you cry, trying to push his head where you want him.

“Alright,” he chuckles and continues south.

He licks at your clit. Once, twice, three times but then stops. You whimper and look at him.

“Where’s that toy and lube?”

Your head falls back in exasperation but you point to the nightstand.

He chuckles, reaching for it and you gasp a few moments later when his lubed-up fingers work into your ass, his mouth goes back to your clit; gentle and tender, like the fingers inside you.

You cry out as you climax, just as he pushes the plug in. He gently kisses your pulsing clit before leaving to wash his hands, returning before you even come back down.

Your back arches, hands grip his hair and you keen as he devours you now; a sharp contrast to the gentleness from a few minutes prior. He groans against you as his hips rut against the bed and his fingers slide into your aching pussy.

“Fuck!” You wail as he brings you off again. And again. And again. So many times you lose track.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before he slides back up your body and pushes into your pussy.

You inhale sharply at the full, almost overwhelming feeling and your nails dig into his ass.

“Oh God, Sun. You okay?” Bob grits out, feeling a little overwhelmed himself.

You mewl and nod, clenching around him and he hisses. He recovers though and starts moving his hips, his pubic bone brushing against your clit.

He kisses along your neck, sucking a bruise into your collarbone. It doesn’t take long before your vision goes white and your ears ring as the most intense orgasm washes over you.

Bob clenches his jaw, fighting not to follow you over the edge as you flutter around him. He fails though, and grunts on your shoulder; sweet desperate sounds as he fills your pussy with his spend.

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After you’re cleaned up, he strokes your head in bed.

“Were the pictures okay? They weren’t… too much?” You ask. Bob has healed so many of your insecurities and doubts your ex caused, but they still crept in sometimes.

“Never. You’re never too much. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life proving it to you,” he murmurs into your hair, “the pictures were incredible and sexy, just like you.”

“Thank you.” You smile into his chest.

“I do have a question though. Are you…into girls at all?”

You laugh. “No, not really. I find some women attractive, but I’m not attracted to them. It was really hot though, knowing we would get you guys all hot and bothered.”

“Well, it worked.”

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A/N: I’ve been having a writers block with Bradley and Rowan, so I wrote this instead at the request of @phoenix-rising-starbird-one I hope you like it!

Tagging:

@its-the-pilot

@dizzybee03

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@shanimallina87

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@getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth

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#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #aint no sunshine when she’s gone #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw

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moss-with-legs · 8 months

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Hold You Close; Call You Mine

“So, tell me... Do you like sweets?”

"Sweets? Of course I do! My favorite are gummy worms, what are yours?"

“Ice cream.”

"Ice cream? I'll have to share one with you sometime," he said with a sly smirk before he chuckled to himself.

The two of you were chilling out together as friends, watching tv, and chatting.

he puts his arm around you and pulls you close.

"Do you mind if I rest my head on your shoulder?" he asks, blushing.

“Go for it.”

After all this time being partners and going on missions together, this was like second nature to the two of you. ‘Comfortable,’ you think. ‘Domestic,’ even.

he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly

"You're so soft~" he says in an even softer whisper

“Favorite color?” You muse, pressing further, trying to ignore the heat building in your chest and the fact that you stopped paying attention to the sitcom that was playing fifteen minutes ago.

"It's hard to pick one....but I'd say sky blue. What about yours?"

You tell him yours and he lets out an amused ‘hmm’ at your answer

he leans his head against you. “That is a nice color."

“Favorite... tv show?”

"I really love Friends. I know it's cliche and all, but there's just something I enjoy about the show,"

he chuckles slightly before he closes his eyes

"You're too comfy..."

“Bleh. I don't like that one.” (It’s a perfectly fine show you guess, just not your favorite...)

"Bleh? What do you watch then, you heathen?”

“The Golden Girls,” you say smugly. “Top Tier Comedy.”

"Really? That show is kinda old," he chuckles

"Do you like old shows more?"

No... something about it is just comforting I guess,”

"Yeah I get what you mean....it kinda feels like home doesn't it?" he asks as he moves his head to look at you

“Hmm maybe.” You quickly look for a way to get his gaze off of you- it's too piercing, too... intimate.

“Favorite band?”

"Ah,” this catches his attention, and you can’t help but smile at the way his sky blue eyes light up when he hears the question. “I like a lot of different types of bands. But I really love Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, and Guns N' Roses."

He seems satisfied with his answer, albeit a bit shy to have revealed it so easily. He rubs his arm with his hand and yawns

"What about you?"

“Honestly, that sounds about right for you,” you chuckle. “I don't know if I can choose though...”

he raises his eyebrow as a slight blush tints his cheeks

"Why does it seem right for me?"

“Heh, I dunno... I can just picture you listening to something loud and instrumental.”

"I like how you know me pretty well, it's cute," he says with a smirk, nudging you with his elbow

“Then it's a good thing you have me for a partner then, huh,” you quip back.

"You're such a dork hehe... but yeah I guess you're right. It's nice having you there by my side," he chuckles as his stomach growls.

"I'm pretty hungry, you?"

“What are you thinking?”

"How about this? How about we go grab some burgers?" he says as he gets off the sofa and stretches

“That also sounds right for you,” you say, definitely not looking at the way his muscles flex when he does that.

"Well, it's my favorite food," he chuckles. "You want to get in my Truck? Or shall we walk?"

“I won't say no to a ride.”

He smiles warmly as he holds out his hand for you to take.

"Then let's drive together."

“Okay.”

he takes your hand and you both head towards his truck and he opens the passenger door for you

"After you~" he chuckles as he glances at you

“Oh, how charming,” you fire back.

"I try, I'm glad to see the charm thing is working on you~" he teased as he closed the door, walking around the truck and getting in the driver's seat.

You turn on the radio as you pull off.

"Oh yeah?" he looks over at you

"What do you like to listen to?"

“Hmm...” You flip the stations until you land on something you like.

He turns his head in your direction again as he turns the steering wheel.

"heyyy,,," he says after a beat.

“Yeahhh?” you mimic.

"I... kinda like you,” he pauses, “if you know what I mean..." he offers a small smirk before returning his gaze at the road again.

“Awh, only kinda?” you tease, “Your trusted partner that keeps you out of trouble and knows your favorite things and rides with you at 2am to get burgers? Dang, what’s it gonna take to make it into this guy’s good graces?”

He sighs, blushing slightly as he looks at you.

"You know what I mean...I really like you. A lot." he adds shyly.

“Heh, well then...” you say, smiling to yourself, “I'm glad. I like you too Leon. A lot.”

he looks at you

"And what if I asked to kiss you?"

You smile wholly then,

“Can I ask that you feed me first?”

He raises an eyebrow before he chuckles

"Of course, you can babe. It wouldn't be a very romantic date if we didn't eat now, would it?"

he asks, continuing to drive and taking exits for the burger joint

“Oh?? Is this a date now?” you ask, your eyebrows raised in turn this time.

he smirks. That Bastard.

"I thought it was."

he says with all too much confidence, before slowing down to park and turning off the engine, turning to look at you

You laugh playfully, “That's to be determined I suppose.”

he gets out of the car before coming to the passenger side and opening the door for you.

"Shall we enter the burger joint my lady?"

he smiles before extending his arm out in order for you to hold it.

You raise an eyebrow, but take his hand and step out anyway, playfully bumping your hip against his.

he chuckles softly as he puts his other hand over your hip, looking over to your face as you both enter the restaurant. The restaurant itself was notably bustling despite the late time

"It's a lot busier than I thought it would be" he mumbles to you before walking in to find a table.

“Mmhm,” you hum in agreement as you lean into him.

The two of you manage to find a table and a waiter comes up to help.

"Table for two?"

"Yes please" replies Leon as you take your seats, him sitting next to you. He nudges your side.

"What would you like hm?"

“Fries and a shake please,”

"And I'll have a bacon burger and a milkshake please"

he said smiling softly before the waiter walked away. He turns to face you.

"You know, I don't think I've ever been on a date with someone like you before, you're really sweet."

“Oh? How have your other dates been then?”

"...I think it would be better if I didn't answer that question...”

he says as color fills his face

You laugh, “Ha-ha, no, I really wanna know now. Tell me?”

he looks around first to see if anyone else is hearing the conversation before turning to look at you

"Alright, you asked for it," he teases. He leans closer to you, a smirk across his lips as his voice goes down a volume.

"All of my other dates were...they were...well...they wanted to..."

“They wanted to what?”

"..."

he stops talking, he sighs, looking at you intently.

"...you want me to say it don't you?"

“yES!”

"...they only wanted ONE thing from me...you know what I mean..." he said slowly, blushing

"...after the second date they never wanted to see me again..."

You’re taken aback. Honestly it makes sense because he looks Like That. Still, it’s sad, and you feel bad for him. Don’t they realize how sweet he really is?

“Aw you poor thing...didn't you mention you had a girlfriend once though? How was that?”

his face flushes more as he hears the topic being changed

"Umm...my ex girlfriend....she....she...was nice for a while..."

he said with a small frown

"But she started getting...more distant. And then she cheated on me,"

he said softly

“Oh...”

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked”

"No, it’s alright, Really,” he adds upon seeing your concern.

He leaned back on the seat, sighing before looking at you again.

"Hey...can I... can I try something?"

“Try what?”

he leans in closer to you, his face only inches away from yours

"Can I try...giving you a kiss?"

You lean in to meet him, only to stop short and whisper,

"the food is here."

"Huh? Oh right...alright let's dig in,"

he chuckles softly as the waiters place the food in front of the both of you. Leon takes a few fries and eats those.

"Y'know....there's something I've been meaning to ask..."

he looks at you

You look up from your milkshake.

“Something beyond wanting to kiss me?”

"Haha okay...you got me there. But if you let me...can I ask what I've been wondering?"

You not-so-subtly sneak a piece of bacon from his burger.

“Sure, ask away.”

He looks down at his burger and the piece of bacon that is missing.

"Hey! Give it back~"

he laughs as his face turns slightly red. he sighs,

"Okay....well...., do you ever think about maybe wanting to be more than just friends?"

“Hmmm...” You pretend to mull it over.

“Getting to patch you up after missions, hang out with you to get food at horrid hours of the morning, hold you close and call you mine, kiss every mole and freckle on that cute face of yours...

...I think I'd like that, Leon.”

his jaw just about drops as he blushes intently, he was caught off guard after you described...what you wanted to do

"W-wait a minute! You really want that?!"

he looked at you with a blushing face and a shocked expression

You grin wickedly and start to laugh

“I do, yeah.”

He chuckles with you and takes your hand, squeezing it tightly with his.

"'Hold you close and call you mine.' What do you mean by that hmm?"

he asks in a whisper, his blushing face filled with curiosity

“Oh, ah...” you falter. You begin to feel your cheeks heat up and go to take a sip of your milkshake.

“I did say that didn't I?

Leon smiles as a look of anticipation flashes across his face

"So, what did you mean by that, darling?" he asks softly.

“Oh you know....” you start, “I just want to um... hold you sometimes...

I would be so lucky... to know that... you would enjoy being with me too...” you trail off.

"Baby," he chuckles,

"I'd Love to be with you, it'd make me feel...not so alone anymore."

he says, taking the milkshake from your hands and taking a sip of it.

“Heyy! Is that payback for the bacon?”

he sighs,

"Yes, it is, I figured it was only fair if I took some of your milkshake."

He takes another sip.

"Damn...this is actually pretty delicious."

You chuckle and continue eating your fries with one hand, while holding his with the other.

"I see you're not too angry I took your milkshake,"

His face was still blushing as he looked at you with a grin.

"C'mere."

he said to you as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, giggling as he did so.

You giggle as well,

“hol’ on you got a little somethin’ there.”

You point to the corner of his mouth at an imaginary stain and lean in to kiss it, catching him off guard.

he was surprised, his face turning an even brighter red as the feeling of your lips touching his made him flutter

"Bleh!"

he giggled

"You're a meanie, you know that?"

he said with a pout, smiling. He then licked the imaginary stain in the corner of his mouth just to tease you.

“Bleh?!” you say in mock affront.

“I thought you wanted a kiss?”

"Oh I do~ I definitely wanted a kiss..."

a smirk appeared on his face

"Would you mind giving me a proper one~?"

he asks, his face still blushing despite your teasing

“A proper kiss? Hmph! I'll have to think about it.”

"Ohh nooo, what shall I do to convince you? You want to hold me close right? Wouldn't a kiss help with that?"

With a smirk he looked around to see if anyone was staring before he leaned in and kissed you on the lips, holding it for a few seconds before pulling away.

“You're such a dork,” you whisper across his lips.

"And you love that about me, right?"

he says, looking at your smiling face. The two of you are now sitting there like lovers, smiling from cheek to cheek. A few of the people in the restaurant begin to look at you and him.

"Uhh babe...people are looking at us now..."

his face turns red as he sees the people looking at the both of you

"W-want to maybe go outside and eat our food there??" he mutters

“Nah, let ‘em look.” you say, “I'm almost done anyway...unless you're really uncomfy? Then I don't mind.”

his confidence comes back to him

"You know what? You’re right. Let them stare, we're dating and that's all that matters."

he grins as his face turns red

"I'm pretty much done with my food anyways,"

he says before patting your leg.

"Wanna head to the truck?"

You stifle a yawn and nod.

“Yeah, okay.”

"Alright sweetheart."

He smiles with a nod he gets up from his seat and holds his hand out for you.

"After you of course~"

You groan at his teasing but take his hand again anyway.

he smiles

"Why? You don't like that?"

he asks curiously as if he didn't know. He walks outside with you as you both head to the truck, he then opens the passenger door for you.

"Aww, are you tired cutie?"

his face was still red, blushing at the nickname

You get in, shaking your head at his antics.

"Aw come on, you're just so cute~ you can't help being so cute you know?"

he chuckles.

Once you're inside, he gets in, getting in the driver's seat and turning on the engine before turning to you and grinning.

"So, I know it's really late, but do you want to sleep at my house tonight? Or would you like me to drop you off at yours?"

“Hmm... would you let me hold you if I stayed over?”

"Oh please~ I would love that," his face goes red immediately as he looks at you, grinning happily.

"I would love to cuddle you right now darling; you make me feel so...comforted..."

he leans over and kisses your cheek again.

“Alright then,” you smile, “let's go.”

he smiles and starts to drive back to his apartment; it took a few minutes but eventually he parks

"Alright, we're here. I'm so lucky to have met you..."

he says before getting out of the car and opening your door, waiting for you to get out

“Despite the unlucky circumstances that brought us together?”

he nods.

"Yes, despite everything....I'm happy I met you. I'm happy I'm dating you. My life would be boring without you in it."

With a wide smile on his face and he holds his arm out, his hand waiting for you to hold it once you get out of the truck.

You take his arm in yours and lean against him.

his eyes light up and he smiles gently

"Thank you."

he leans down to your ear and whispers,

"Shall we head up to my apartment? The neighbors won't be able to sleep if we're making out in public."

He laughs, and it's delightful and genuine and makes you feel bubbly inside.

“Woah there, Agent. I remember discussing cuddles, not making out.”

his laughter dies down into chuckles.

"Oh, come on, give me a little credit, it's hard to want to just cuddle you. But if that's what you want then that's what we'll do." he leans in closer to you as the two of you walk on the sidewalk, looking at you with a smirk.

"Besides...if we do end up making out, I don't mind~"

“Uh huh,” you say giving him a little pinch in the side. “We'll see.”

he looks down at you with a wide grin

"I think it'd be fun~"

The two of you eventually make it to his apartment building, his arm still around yours as he opens the door and you both enter.

It's quiet now and you yawn again while taking off your jacket and shoes. You look over to the clock on the wall and muse that it might be time for us to head to bed.

he yawns as well.

"We probably should head to bed but...I dunno, I want to keep talking to you tonight."

he says softly

"You know...I want you to stay in my room with me tonight...will you? I know it may seem sudden but...I don't want us to be separate tonight..."

“Well, we've shared a bed before on mission so it shouldn't be too different right? Can I borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?”

"That's exactly what I was going to say, and yes, you can have one of my shirts to sleep in, I'll go grab it."

He went to his room and grabbed a T-shirt as he came back, walking over and giving it to you.

"Here you go babe"

“Thanks.” You go to get changed and hangout in the bedroom waiting for him.

He comes into the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing sweatpants.

"Can I sit with you on the bed?"

he asks softly, his tired face looking at you.

"I'm sorry if I sound clingy...I just want to hold you right now."

No, no, it's okay. Come here,” you say.

he walks to you and you both sit on the bed; he leans on you and wraps his arm around you

"Thanks, just having you here is already soothing...you know that?"

“I feel the same,” you tell him.

You turn towards you and begin to nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his freshly showered scent and leaving a quick kiss on his shoulder.

“Wanna lay down?”

He smiled and laid down flat on the bed, pulling you to lay atop his chest.

"Of course, I do...c'mon, cuddle with me, you can even sleep on my chest,"

he says softly, his face blushing again as you kissed him.

You sigh and wrap your arms and legs around him.

“I'm so happy. You make me happy, Leon. Thank you... for being mine.”

you hear a soft sniffle, and he pulls you in tightly.

"Thank you...thank you soo much for loving me..."

he smiles

"I really am lucky to have such a beautiful person like you..."

He's about to speak again until a yawn escapes him.

You rub small circles across his hip as you grow more tired, comfortable and safe in his warm embrace.

His face turns red as you start rubbing circles on his hips, his arms wrap around you as he gently kisses the top of your head; his eyes slowly droop as he holds you. You could feel him start to breathe in and out softly.

“Goodnight Leon.”

He smiles in his near sleep, wrapping his arms around you more tightly.

“I love you...goodnight sweetheart~"

he says softly, his eyes slowly shutting, and falling asleep.

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hihi!! PICTURE THIS~~~

*ahem*

Leona and MC end up switching personalities :D :D probably alchemy class or smth smh

and the MC has a really kind and respectful personality so it’s like a complete 180?? I need some kind Leona and sassy MC in my life.

teehee just an idea :)))

Σ੧(❛□❛✿) omgjfhfhdjd my first ask!!! Hi anon~ <3

I love this concept so much. Personality switching is gold.

Honestly half the magic of this scenario is in Leona attending class in the first place.

Leona & gn!reader (since it wasn’t specified)

warnings: Nice Leona is scary

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How the Tables have Turned Carnivore

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*POOF*

…

Why can’t anything just go right in alchemy class. It’s almost like having wily teenagers handle combustible materials and volatile magic was a disaster waiting to happen.

A plume of colorful smoke enveloped a cauldron station, a coughing fit erupting from the center of the cloud drawing the attention of the surrounding student and professor. As the smoke cleared, the cauldrons attendees were revealed to be Leona Kingscholar and ____. Ace rushed over to their side laying a hand on ____’s shoulder.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! You’re not turning into a toad right!?

His hand was quickly shoved off their shoulder with a scoff. “Get your hand off me herbivore, do I look like a toad to you?” They finished with a glare. The man was too stunned to speak. What was that? Before Ace could retaliate, he was interrupted by a Savanahclaw student, “Housewarden! You ok?”

“Yes I’m alright, thank you. ____, are you sure you’re alright?” Leona asked, genuine concern lacing his voice. “Yeah, of course. Stop worrying about me stupid carnivore.”

Now the room was silent. No one could understand what black magic they had just witnessed. Professed Crewel had approached their station by now with a stern gaze “What exactly just happened here whelps?” He barked with a crack of his baton on his hand. ____ was the first to respond to his question.

“The carnivore over there’s tail knocked something extra into the mix.”

“Yes, it was entirely my mistake, they did nothing wrong professor. I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful from now on.” Leona added. Yup. The students were convinced the world was ending. Crewel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “I don’t get paid enough for this” he muttered under his breath. “It seems to be a benign personality switch potion, it should wear off by tomorrow. Just-“ he paused exasperatedly rubbing his temples “don’t cause too much trouble until then.”

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Ace and Deuce were dumbfounded. Their normally sweet and kindhearted friend had been hurtling insults left and right. They brought the rest of Heartslaybul along as they watched ____ sleep in Leona’s prized spot in the botanical gardens. Cater took out his phone and pressed record “someone poke them.” “What!?” Was the resounding response from the group. “I said what I said” Cater stated pushing Deuce closer to the sleeping prefect. “What wait why me?!” “‘Cause you’re obvs their fav. Duh~” Cater mused. Deuce whimpered as he walked closer reaching out his hand and lightly poking their cheek. Their eyes snapped open meeting Deuce’s as they let out a low growl of warning. The boy quickly scampered back to group like a puppy that just got scolded. “T-they growled at me.” He was distraught. Trey ruffled his hair a bit. “Maybe” Ace teased, “you’re just not their favorite after all.” “Pleaseeeee~ if you had done that-” Cater started “Ace, they would have bitten you.” Trey finished. “For once it wouldn’t be me removing your head” Riddle chuckled.

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Leona was confusing just as many people with his active and attentive attendance and consistent smile. People were clearing the halls for him faster then they ever had before. Ruggie was surprised to bump into him in the cafeteria.

“Oh hey Leona, what’d ya need me to get for you today.”

“Don’t worry about it Ruggs, I already got something” he said holding up a sandwich “aaand~ I got one for you. My treat.” Leona smiled pulling out another sandwich from behind his back. *Ruggie.exe.is-buffering* The hyena snatched the sandwich then took a step back “uhhh are you ok Leona? Did you hit your head during practice or something?”

“No I’m alright, thanks for asking! How are you doing today?

“Nuh-uh I’m out this is too creepy” Ruggie left the cafeteria to find Jack to confirm that he wasn’t hallucinating this nice Leona.

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“I don’t appreciate being punked Ruggie…” Jack grumbled as his upperclassmen dragged him around claiming Leona was ‘out of his mind’.

“I’m not kidding Jack!! He bought ME a sandwich and called me ‘Ruggs’” he shivered just thinking about the nickname. He wouldn’t have minded if it was from someone else but Leona? No, that was nightmare inducing. The two finally found him in the courtyard.

“Look there he is! LEONA!” Ruggie called out. He turned to look at them and waved

“Hey Ruggie. Jack, good to see you. Great job in practice yesterday!” He exclaimed patting the wolf man on the back.” Ok… maybe Leona is just in a realllly good mood. Jack thought.

“So… where you headed” Ruggie inquired.

“To my room to do some homework” Leona replied nonchalantly.

“You mean to nap?” Jack prodded.

“No? Why would I nap when there’s work to be done? It would mess with my sleep schedule anyways.” The boys felt like something shattered when Leona uttered those words.

Ruggie tentatively cleared his throat “uh Leona, how do you feel about your nephew?”

Leona’s smile double in size “he’s only the most adorable thing ever.”

“Ruggie….”

“Y-yeah Jack?”

“Run.”

“Right behind you buddy.”

And run they did. Far away from a confused Leona.

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The next morning the two groups were waiting outside ____ and Leona’s dorms respectively. The Heartslaybul crew hid behind Deuce as he knocked the door to Ramshakle. They waited in anticipation as they heard shuffling and footsteps inside. The door opened with a creak to reveal the prefect still in their sleepwear.

“Oh hey guys.. what do I owe the pleasure this early in the morning.”

The group let out a resounding sigh of relief.

“I’m really your favorite right?”

“Deuce isn’t really your favorite right?

Both boys said in unison only adding to ____’s confusion.

“Guys what? I don’t think I’m awake enough for this yet-“

“We’re just glad you’re back to you being you babes~ We’ll let you wake up” Cater winked before grabbing the frosh and started to leave.

“I’m glad the prefect is no longer so uncouth” Riddle stated as the group has exited ramshackle. The rest let out statements of agreement when Deuce felt his phone go off.

Meanwhile Ruggie and Jack knocked on their dorm leaders door. With no answer, they pushed opened his door and his was still sleeping *silent cheering* this was a good sign. If Leona was back to normal, Ruggie would die for this but he swore anything was better than peppy Leona. Thus, he started shaking the Leona and telling him to wake up.

“OI” Leona growled loudly and slashing with his claws “KNOCK IT OFF”

Ruggie just looked back at Leona and broke into laughter.

“I never though I’d be so happy to see your murderous glare” he collapsed on the floor. The lions now confused and angry gaze made it’s way over the Jack. The wolf man looked down at the floor clearing his throat, “uhm it’s good to have you back Housewarden…” with that he backed out of the room and ran down the hall.

And so, all was well again at Night Raven… well, that was until the next inevitable mishap.

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I hope you liked it Anon!! I had to sneak in some Deuce love cause Deuce <3. This was a really fun request to write thank you!

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