#mm i hate this but :D | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

cheonstapes · 4 months

Text

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

#cheonstapes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel smut #miguel o’hara smut #cheonstapes films!🪷#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara x you #nerd miguel smut #nerd miguel

4K notes · View notes

lovebugism · 2 months

Note

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜“i cant live without you” “don’t die on me, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet” “i lied i never hated you”

eddie x reader enemies to lovers 🥹🥹

pls enjoy this absolute heartache of a fic :D — you and eddie hate each other until he almost dies (angst, enemies to lovers, cw for mentions of gore, 1.1k)

“Wanna make out?” Eddie had asked you, some hours ago now, when you first arrived at the Upside Down version of Skull Rock. You’d just narrowly survived a gang of demobats, and the stale air smelled distinctly of copper pennies. He managed a smug smile anyway. “I mean, we might as well. Looks like we’re gonna die out here, anyway.”

You scoffed and rolled your tired eyes. The annoyance you felt for him then momentarily distracted you from the fear swirling in the pit of your stomach. “I’d rather,” you’d quipped.

You feel a little like you’ve prophesized something now.

Eddie bleeds out in your arms with a hundred little bites on his stomach that were supposed to be yours. He’d distracted the circling demobats when you twisted your ankle, too hurt to run away. And now he’s dying. And it’s all your goddamn fault.

You sit with him while Dustin rushes into the Creel House, in search of help from the older crew. You watch him attentively over your shoulder until he disappears behind the rotted front door. When you turn back to Eddie, you find his eyes have fluttered shut.

“Eddie—” you call for him, clearing your throat when it comes out garbled. “Eddie! Hey!”

“Hm…” he hums tiredly in response, eyes still shut.

You sigh with the subtle relief that he’s not dead. The breath catches in your chest. You try to fight away the panic attack clawing behind your ribcage, even though it makes everything around you seem more and more distant. You try to stay as present as you can despite the horrors swimming all around you — for Eddie The Freak Munson.

“You have to stay awake,” you tell him, voice thick with emotion. “Open your eyes.”

“I’m just… I feel a little tired right now,” he mumbles, slurring slightly.

Your chest wrenches. He’s getting paler and paler by the minute. The tourniquet you made from the bottom half of your shirt is now soaked with deep red blood. Panic burns a wildfire in your chest because you’ve done everything you could think to do.

You can’t lose him. That’s all you’re telling yourself now. You can’t lose him, you can’t lose him, you can’t lose him.

“I don’t care. Keep your eyes open, alright?” Your heart wrenches again, with something short of hope this time, when Eddie’s eyes flutter open. They’re glassy and dilated, but the deep chocolate of them hasn’t changed. You muster a small smile. “There you go, Eds. There you go— Now, just keep talking to me, okay? Keep talking.”

“I’m tired,” he mutters under his breath, too weak to do anything more.

Your face screws together as you choke back a sob. You swallow down every instinct to cry. You’ll cry when this is over, you tell yourself, when Eddie’s safe and back in Hawkins.

“I know, Eddie. I know,” you babble through stinging tears. “But you gotta— you gotta keep talking, alright? It’ll help you stay awake. And I need you to… I need you to stay awake for me, okay?”

He nods. At least, you think he’s nodding, because the movement is terribly faint.

His eyes fall shut again. You feel the loss of his melted chocolate gaze like a stab in the chest. Your hand grips his jaw, a little less than gentle.

“Eddie,” you bite through gritted teeth.

“Mm…”

“If you die, I swear to god, I will fucking kill you.”

The familiarity of your aggression reminds him of home. He opens his eyes and cracks a small, barely-there smile. Blood glistens on his mouth. “I thought you hated me?” he slurs in an inaudible mumble.

“I do,” you tell him without thinking twice, laughing through the sob in your throat. “But I’ll love the shit outta you if we make it out of here together.”

Together, you say, because either both of you make it out or neither of you do.

His grin widens softly, chapped and lopsided. “Metal,” he murmurs.

A whimper sounds in your throat when his eyes flutter shut again. “Eddie…”

“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers, breathing sharply through his nose.

It’s getting harder and harder for him to breathe. You can tell by the harsh rise and fall of his chest. There’s little oxygen getting to his brain, accompanied by the weeping bites on his stomach— where the fuck is Dustin Henderson?

“I don’t know if I…. If I’m gonna make it outta here, babe…”

Your chest tightens. He only ever called you babe to piss you off. You wonder if he’s still being the annoying asshole you knew back home or if the term of endearment is too engrained in his head.

“Don’t say that.”

“If I don’t—”

“Eddie.”

“If I don’t make it out,” he repeats, sterner this time. He drags a sharp breath in and opens his eyes, just barely. “I want you to know that I never… I never hated you… ‘M just a liar… And a total fucking coward…”

“You can make it up to me when we get back home, okay? You just gotta stay awake.”

His lip quirks into a faint, crooked smile. “I’ve been dyin’ to kiss you since ninth grade… Did you know that?”

“I know,” you nod with an emotional laugh.

“I did make it kinda obvious, didn’t I?”

“You can kiss me when you get better. I swear.”

Eddie nods. You feel him grow heavier and heavier in your arms. His smug smile starts to fade, and you panic. “Eddie? Eddie, don’t— don’t die on me, okay? Please. We haven’t— We haven’t gotten to the good part yet, asshole. You have to stay awake.”

You shift him in your arms, trying to sit him up more when he slumps. He does little to fight you. He doesn’t have the strength to anymore.

“‘M sorry, babe,” you hear him whisper.

“No— No, don’t— Don’t fucking say that,” you scold bitterly, less angry at him and more at the rest of the world. It should’ve been you lying here, after all, not him. You’d trade places in a heartbeat if you could. “You can’t die, you asshole! How am I supposed to— fucking— keep going without you annoying the living shit outta me?”

“Henderson’ll annoy you for the both of us,” he manages to joke as life spills from the weeping wounds on his stomach.

“Fuck that. It’s not the same— I need you, Eddie. I need you, okay? I can’t— I can’t fucking live without you,” you cry over his pale, bloodied body.

You hear yelling and a set of rushed footsteps. “Eddie!” Dustin calls as he dashes down the decrepit porch steps of the old home — with Steve, Nancy, and Robin following close behind.

The sight of them makes you sigh. Your chest starts to sparkle with a hope you’d thought you lost — damn near aching when Eddie’s glassy eyes flutter open once more.

The fucker grins weakly up at you. “I knew you had a crush on me, babe.”

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti

2K notes · View notes

osachiyo · 5 months

Text

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 by anonymous user ꒱. . . hello ! I really like your works, could I please request an insecure!reader with chuuya? and him fucking some sense into her? don't feel pressured to do this btw and feel free to ignore :D

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 note ꒱. . . here u go, nonnie ! I really liked this idea and sorry for taking so long on this request 😭 anyway, hope you enjoy ~~

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 c/w ꒱. . . (18+) n/sfw content, mentions of insecurities, body worshipper chuuya, praise, lowercase intended, hints of dumbfication, overstimulation, fingering, mirror sex, cunnilingus, chuuya eats it from the back !! 🗣️🗣️& more + not proofread

summary. . . you've been feeling insecure about your body and started to wonder if you were really good enough for someone like chuuya? but no worries, your lover doesn't mind reminding you how much he loves your body and more importantly, you.

you sighed, staring at your reflection in the fancy full-body mirror in front of you; god, you looked horrendous. you didn't know how chuuya, one of, if not the most beautiful man you've ever met, love someone like.. you.

what you also didn't know, though, was that your beloved chuuya had been standing in the doorway the entire time, slender figure leaning against the doorframe as a dull pain throbbed in his heart while he watched, heard you pick apart your body like it was the ugliest thing you had ever seen. he watched as you ran your fingers up and down the parts you hated the most, a frown tugging at your lips as you muttered something about "not being pretty enough". he didn't understand why you'd say such things about your body− all of those beautiful parts of yours that he cherished wholeheartedly.

you whipped your head around hearing the sound of the once slightly ajar bedroom door shut, your boyfriend entering the room. "hey doll, what're you up to?" chuuya's voice was heavy, laced with something you couldn't exactly put a finger on.

"hey, chuu," you smiled, though the action didn't meet your eyes. and chuuya could tell.

his eyes narrowed, gloved hands found their way around your waist, tugging you closer to him− your back flush against his chest. when did he walk all the way across the room?

"y'know, I heard everything right?" he muttered into your neck, strong arms tightening around your figure as you gulped nervously. "chuuya I−" "you're fuckin' beautiful. so don't say hurtful shit about yourself 'cause it for sure ain't true," he cut you off, now pressing soft kisses on the back of your neck to your shoulders, gloved hands reaching up your shirt to knead and gently caress your soft skin.

a whimper caught in your throat as chuuya's hands found your breasts− pushing your bra up to grope them under your shirt. "i love all parts of your body. fuck, you're so pretty. i'll fuckin' prove it to you if i have to."

"you see that, baby? see the way this pussy sucks my fingers in?" chuuya mused, now bare fingers plunging in and out of your sopping cunt as he had you spread in front of the giant mirror. "mm-! fuck, chuu−!" you were cut off by your own moans, beads of sweat forming on your forehead, making the little strands of your baby hair stick to your skin. "shh, baby. just focus on the way i finger fuck this pretty cunt, yeah?" your lover's voice was muffled by the soft kisses he was busy pressing all over your nape and shoulders, moving your hair out of the way to make it easier.

you could see everything in the mirror, from the way chuuya's slim fingers disappeared inside of your pussy to how much of a mess you've already become− glossy lips parted as loud moans and whines escape from your throat, the way your tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust of his digits. and hell, was it embarrassing. you jolted up when the tips of his appendages rubbed against that one spongey spot inside of your gooey walls− your jaw slacking as your eyes shut. only to receive a gentle but firm slap on your face from chuuya, "nuh-uh, baby. you're gonna watch how I please this beautiful body of yours," he growled lowly in your ear, fingers speeding up their pace as you twitch and whine in response. your vision was blurry− but you could still make out the way your face contorts to one of pure bliss in your reflection.

"yeaah− cum on these fingers, sweetheart," the ginger groaned as you soaked his fingers− your slick running down his wrist and staining the bed sheets underneath, soft curses and his name spewing out of your mouth as his fingers slowed down, aiding you to ride out your orgasm.

you gasped when he abruptly pulled them out of your still sensitive cunt− only to pop them in his mouth as he moaned from the taste of your juices melting on his tongue. "fuck, doll− I gotta taste you, need'a make you cum on my tongue−" he pushed you on your hands and knees before even finishing his sentence− a large hand pressing your back to a perfect arch, face down ass up.

"such a nice fuckin' ass," he groaned, fingers digging into the soft fat and spreading them as you whimper, pitifully clawing at the bed sheets. he playfully bit one of your globes, earning a whine in return which made him chuckle. chuuya's greedy hands ran down from your ass to your thighs, only to go back up to knead at your ass, "and these soft thighs− god, I could kiss 'em for hours."

and as if to prove himself, he started littering kisses all over your inner thighs, hands still kneading your ass before giving it a firm spank, making you jump. "hah, and of course−" he smirked before making his way to your pussy, "this pretty fuckin' pussy− prettiest one I've ever seen," he growled before diving in between your legs− hungry lips wrapping around your clit as you gasp out from the feeling.

"fu−ck! chuuya−!" you babbled, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm from earlier, his nose bumping against your slit as he runs his tongue in a zigzag motion across your clit. his fingers were spreading your ass apart for him, to get easy access to your sweet pussy that he wanted to devour so bad.

shamelessly nasty slurping noises came from between your parted thighs. your slick was already dripping down chuuya's chin as you tried your best to keep your gaze on the mirror, watching yourself getting eaten out from the back. fuck, your hair was a mess− your bare figure covered in bites and bruises that your boyfriend gave you, claiming it was his way of showing you were his. your makeup had been completely ruined; mascara running down your cheek in inky streaks, lipstick smudged− you looked utterly debauched, chuuya's favorite look on you.

a gurgled moan came out of your mouth when two fingers pushed inside of your sloppy pussy, the mafia executive's tongue now writing his name on your clit. a deep groan rumbled in his chest when you tried to run away from the feeling of his tongue and fingers on you− pulling you back before harshly cracking a palm down on your left globe, before curling his fingers further into you. tears were falling freely from your eyes at this point, mouth dropped to an 'o' as you chanted his name like a prayer− "chuu− please, fuck! s'too much−!" you cried out, if it weren't for chuuya's death grip on you, you'd already have fallen face first into the matress.

"you can− fuuck− take it, sweet girl," chuuya moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of the sound making your toes curl and apparently that was the last straw for you− "fuckfuck! 'm cummin'− cummingg−!!" your eyes rolled back into your skull as you squirted all over chuuya's face, his own hips rutting into the mattress as his eyes widen− he wasn't expecting you to do that.

chuuya gave your messy cunt a few more licks before kissing your clit, then pulling away. you looked back to see his face completely drenched− him licking his lips as he gave you a lopsided grin. "holy shit, baby. that was..." he muttered, still dazed as he ran his clean hand through his sweaty orange locks. you were still panting, chest heaving as you tried came down from the euphoric high before looking away in embarrassment, fingers fiddling with the sheets− then suddenly, you got slammed back against the bed. face down, ass up, again.

you heard a metal clink− likely his belt. the sound of expensive leather hitting the floor snapped you back into reality, he must've tossed the belt somewhere. it wasn't long before your thoughts got quickly cut off, chuuya's heavy tip slapping against your clit a few times as you whined, begging him to give you a rest but no− he wasn't gonna stop until he was sure he fucked all those negative thoughts out of your mind− wasn't gonna stop 'till all thoughts but his left that pretty little head of yours. you just had to sit still and take it, like the good girl you were.

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated ♡

TAGS »»————> @hopefulpain @inkmooon @constant-existential-terror @nda-approval @mellieellie @seiiushi @lynxxyyy @kentopedia

@sorahatsumi @himebwrries @nopethenope @neviex @fyodorisbbg @stygianoir @saharei @x-lunawrites-x @munnaitorei @emyyy007 @dearhoney-31 @the-foreigner @angoisfine @hannzai @honeycombflowers-blog @yuiiasathesilly @kaithegremlin @poisonedslop @sukiischaotic @squigglewigglewoo @boba-is-good @cupidszvlvr @ashthemadwriter @4xxxv @bloobewy @mrs-bakugou @hauntedsol @ask-me-or-not @hanakotateyama @qqingque @lunaeheroine18 @kissesmellow21 @dazaichuuya69 @xxsilverjackalxx @gettinshiggywithit @leftrunawaybanana @deaths-presence @sugaredpersimmon @rjssierjrie @iheartpieck @angelof-darkness @otakudul @dazaisimpletmereadfanficspls @hellokitty-4-lele @scinclaitnoir @aly-insanity @kemis-world @bisexuawolfsalt @thateldribitch

2K notes · View notes

rinhaler · 6 months

Note

i cant stop thinking abt noncon + stepcest Rin who cant control himself anymore after noticing how much his lil step-sister has grown since he was away bc of soccer n shit yk..

(btw your blog is goated)

GOATED WHAT A COMPLIMENT AKGHDSAKLH thank u very much I hope u enjoy this <3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, dub/noncon, slight fingering, vaginal sex, nii-chan/rin-nii used, slight degradation, praise, dacryphilia, calls ur pussy 'she', shush kink?

words: 2k

“You’re always flirting with me.” Rin speaks. It’s the first time he’s said anything to you since he got back from Paris. He’s always been cold with you, short-tempered and even cruel. But you hadn’t expected to hear him say something like that.

You scoff, shuffling your position on the couch to get more comfortable to read your magazine. He always notes how often you change your position when you read; you can never sit still for more than a few minutes. You often read with your bedroom door open, and if he passes by to go to the bathroom, you’re always in a different position by the time he walks back to his room again.

“What was that?” he asks, pulling a disgruntled face at your dismissive response. “You think you don’t? You only wear short skirts when I’m visiting. I see your socials.”

“Oh… so, you’re stalking me then?” you giggle. “Don’t flatter yourself, Rin-nii… I jus’ feel pretty like this.” you defend yourself despite knowing he’s right. He thinks you’re dumb, and the fact that you smile and giggle after every word is a dead giveaway. You’re a flirt, and you’re a liar.

He also hates that you’re absolutely right.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t check your social media profiles. He likes to see what you’re up to and who you’re seeing. It’s only been a recent development, though, he saw a particularly sultry post on your Instagram and he quite frankly hasn’t been the same since. He hadn’t realised you’d grown so much and come into your own. He can’t get you out of his mind.

You gulp a little as he leans forward, his fingers lingering on your chin and guiding your eyes to meet his own. He doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he opts to examine your responses. The way your forehead forms a tiny bead of sweat under the pressure of his gaze. The way your tongue quickly swipes over your plump lips when his eyes drift to stare at them. The way your breasts almost spill with each heave of your chest as you try and keep your composure.

“Be grateful, little sister. Good nii-chan’s keep an eye on their little sister’s, you know.” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“T- uh, thank you, Rin-nii…” is all you can muster beneath his intense stare. He smirks, too fucking coolly before withdrawing. You close your magazine and stand up, desperate to hurry to your room to calm your nerves. He watches you walk away as he flicks through the channels on the TV.

“Oh God, miss you on my lips… hm-mm-mm…” you sing along with your record player as you listen to Lana Del Rey, following a muted makeup tutorial on your phone to pass the time. You grunt in annoyance when you realise that maybe you aren’t destined to perfect winged eyeliner today.

After locking your phone, you immediately tap the screen to see the time. You almost gasp as you realise it’s 7PM and five hours have passed since you last checked what time it is. Dinner will be ready soon, you grab a makeup wipe and begin to cleanse your skin. You should probably do your skincare, too, but it can wait until right before bedtime.

You examine your face to see if you’ve missed any makeup. Your eyeliner is stubborn but eventually comes off. And so with that, you get up to toss the wipe into the bin in your room.

“Jesus Chri— Rin! What are you doing?” you ask, spotting your elder brother in the doorway of your room. His eyes follow the stained wipe as you drop it into the bin, but his eyes linger on you once more as you wait for him to answer. “Oh… is there something on my face? Thought I got it all…” you tell him, leaning over your dressing table again to make sure your face is spotless.

“Tell me the truth.” he sighs, entering your room without closing the door. You look at him through your mirror before you turn to face him, an eyebrow quirked in confusion as he continues to close the distance. “You flirt with me.”

“This again?” you laugh. You lean back against your dressing table, fingers curling beneath the tabletop as you cross one ankle over the other. You feel heady as he gets closer and you smell his cologne. It doesn’t suit him, you think, but it’s nice. The scent is generic and sporty but Rin Itoshi himself is nothing close to generic.

Though it doesn’t matter, ultimately, not when it’s flooding your senses and drowning your mind.

“You’ve gotten so big…” he sighs, placing a hand on your hip. He smirks at how you shudder from his touch on your bare skin. Your watery eyes make his heart swell, unable to believe how trusting you are. You don’t stop him when his hand smooths over the curve of your ass and fingers dip under your skirt, though you’re trembling. Thick fingers prod at your panties and a tiny mewl escapes your lips. A condescending chuckle leaves him as you uncross your legs, widening them to give him better access. “Your panties are soaked. I knew you wanted me…”

You grab his wrist, urging him to stop when you remember the bedroom door is still wide open. It doesn’t deter him, though. His heavy fingers still press against the material covering your cute little cunt, his bulge growing tenfold when he pushes by your puffy lips to tease your throbbing clit.

“Don’t act coy, now. I know you want this, you opened your legs for nii-chan to play with you.”

“We can’t.” you whisper, biting your lip in a feeble attempt to stifle yourself. “Not l-like this! Not when they’re home… please nii-chan.” you beg, though it’s fruitless. Your eyes flutter closed as his head sinks, his lips meeting your neck to kiss you delicately.

You barely have the energy to fight when he encourages you to hook your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, mumbles of protest leave you but you don’t dare make too much noise and draw attention.

“Has to be now, princess.” he tells you. “Don’t know when we’ll get a better chance.” he continues.

You’re trapped beneath him, making a point of looking away from him as he humps against you pathetically. And you want him, of course you want him, but the risk is too high. He’s lost all sense, instead thinking with his cock rather than his brain. But you’re not too far gone yet. You can put a stop to this.

It needs to stop.

“Why are you being like this?” he wonders as he pulls out his length, jerking it slowly all the while still humping the tip against your clothed, wet panties. “I have to do this… little sister. I have to know how tight you are around me.”

“Another time, please! What if we get caught? P-Please stop, you’re smarter than this!” you beg once again, the request falling on deaf ears. You gulp as you feel his fingers hook under the gusset of your panties, moving the material into the crease of your thigh. Your voice breaks, a whiny moan following as he presses his tip into your sticky cunt. The stretch is heavenly, and you can barely catch your breath. His glimmering green eyes staring down at you as he inches further and further into your welcoming warmth makes you feel humiliated. You don’t want this, but fucking hell, you really do. “Aaah~!” you sob.

His palm flies to your mouth, the pressure almost suffocating as lust blown eyes turn impatient.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispers, still bullying his cock into you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want our parents to see what a little slut you are for nii-chan, yeah?” he warns you.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. You aren’t sure where to put your hands. They grip into the duvet below before you begin pulling at his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to take it off, though, not when you’re sucking him in and squeezing around him like a fucking virgin. Are you? He doesn’t want to know. His head dips as your nails begin to claw up his back, marking your territory unintentionally.

He moves his leg, hooking his ankle around yours to keep your thigh pinned in place and open wide. You feel him hold your other ankle briefly, kissing it softly before he moves his hand under the bend of your knee. Your eyes cross as he pushes your leg until your opened up for him like a blooming flower. The new angle is monstrous, his thick, intimidating length reaching depths you didn’t even know existed.

He groans as he watches tears roll out of your innocent eyes. Those trusting eyes that didn’t think your nii-chan could be capable of something so salacious. He’s sure he won’t last long. Not when your clamping around him like this and looking at him with those pathetically wet eyes. You’re mumbling something beneath his dampening palm, but he isn’t stupid enough to free your airways and risk you crying out needily for your dear nii-chan.

You panic as you feel him withdraw his length, though deep down you know it’s for the best. But your eyes roll over white as you feel him stab it in again.

“Pretty little sister… want you to cream this cock for me…” he announces, repeating the motion again and again as he basks in the way you can barely look at him in your ecstasy. He can’t take his eyes off you, though. He doubts he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. “I’m gonna cum inside, princess. I belong inside, yeah?”

You shake your head, his words stirring in your mind and bringing your senses back once more. Oh God, he can’t. You’re on the pill, all should be fine if he does cum inside but it’s so damn wrong.

“Did you just say no to your nii-chan? I don’t like that answer.” he replies, his hips picking up the pace again. His body shimmers with a sheen of sweat, and his breathless pants become heavier. “You should be begging me for my cum. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.” he continues. Each thrust of his hips is deep and powerful and you’re sure your inner thighs might be developing bruises.

You whimper, again, knowing you can’t do anything to change his mind.

“Your pussy is so cute… think your clit needs some attention, though. Touch yourself for me, let me watch.” he requests. “Go on… she’s so swollen.”

It’s like being hypnotised. Your dominant hand flies to your cunt and begins to rub your needy clit. And it’s minimal, after barely any touching at all and you’re creaming for your beloved nii-chan. The sight is too much for your brother and the way your walls squeeze him for all he’s worth are an additional lure into his release. His own eyes turn white briefly before he looks down at where you’re joined. Your combined coupling forming a beautiful white ring around the base of his cock with every shallow impale.

“F-Fuck… don’t wanna pull out.” he tells you, finally uncovering your mouth to kiss your lips intimately.

You’re speechless. You aren’t surprised your brother is so experienced or so filthy with his words. Not when he’s travels and fucks girls around the world. But how are you meant to be without him now? When he goes away again… how will you stand it? His cock is made for you, of that, you’re sure. But you doubt he’ll keep it in his pants for your benefit.

Fuck, this was a mistake.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother calls up the stairs, your nii-chan’s hand instinctively flies to your mouth and he shushes you before chuckling again.

You cry desperately as he withdraws his softening length from your twitching hole. But neediness turns to discomfort as you feel your brothers fingers move the gusset of your panties back into place. It’s so wet and sticky and gross, your face distorts at the unpleasant feeling.

“Come on, don’t want to be late, do we?”

1K notes · View notes

celestie0 · 3 months

Text

𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 [𝟣𝟪 +]

𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

ᰔ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (𝖿)

ᰔ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌.

ᰔ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌/𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌. 𝟣𝟪+, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗌𝗌-𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂

ᰔ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝟫𝟦𝟤 (𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾)

𝖺/𝗇. 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂.

you and toji hardly have any moment to yourselves these days. by the time you’re finished cleaning up after dinner and toji’s done feeding megumi his dino chicken nuggets before eventually getting him to sleep, you’re both exhausted and can barely make it through the bedtime routine before falling limp onto your shared bed. it had been maybe longer than a week since you’ve both had any sort of intimacy, but tonight it seemed like the two of you had a little bit of energy to spare.

“mmmph…” you moan, hand gripping at the fabric of toji’s shirt. you were on top of him, lazily laying with your cheek pressed to his clothed chest, as he’s thrusting his hips up and fucking you agonizingly slowly with his strong hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass. he had your panties pulled to the side and silk nightgown bunched up over your hips. “love it…love it, toji…” you’re drawling, head tucked into the crook of his neck, his chin resting on top.

you feel his chest rumble with a noise. “yeah? really missed…fucking your tight little cunt, baby,” he’s groaning, giving you a firm pinch to the side of your hip that makes you gasp. you’re practically drooling on his chest, causing a damp spot on his shirt that’s soaking through to his skin. “wish i could just use you like this all day long. my little fuck doll.”

“mm you can...you can use me like this all day long,” you’re mumbling the permission, moving your hips to get some speed on toji’s thrusts but he draws his hand back and gives you a harsh slap to your ass.

“calm down. and i can’t, since you’re always so fuckin’ busy with megumi during the day,” he grumbles as he lifts your hips up so he’s almost entirely out of you, save for the tip, and then slowly pushes you back down onto him again. you’re almost crying.

“toji…cum in me. cum in me please,” you’re begging, grasping at his shirt until it’s wrinkled and ruined, trying to wiggle your hips free of his harsh grasp so you can bounce on him but he won’t budge.

“anytime i’m in you, it’s always ‘cum in me cum in me’ right away. when'd you get so impatient?” he starts to shallowly pump into you. “let me just fuck you for a damn minute,” he’s groaning, “needy little whore.”

you gasp, lifting your head up to look at him with narrowed eyes, and slap at his chest. “don’t call me that.” you hated when he called you a whore. slut was fine, but whore made your skin crawl.

his chest rumbles with a deep chuckle. “but isn’t that what you are? look at yourself, droolin’ all over me like a puppy. i’m hardly doing anything.”

you moan when he wraps his arms around your waist and starts to fuck upwards more decisively. “god, toji…d-doesn’t matter, mhh, i'm not a...whore.” you fall limp on top of him again, shamelessly doing no work at all in pursuit of your own pleasure as he lazily fucks you with no urgency.

“whatever you say, sweet thing,” he says and presses a kiss to the crown of your head when he hears you whimper.

“t-toji…” you’re moaning, “will you give me another baby?”

he lets out a confused huh? in-between his grunting and groaning as he pumps into you faster. “the fuck do you mean, ‘another baby’? the fact i’m fuckin’ you right now is a god given miracle considering that brat’s somehow sleeping through the night so far.” he slows down his pace again, making you squirm in his hold. “and yet you wanna have another one?”

you nod and look up at him from his chest. he looks down at you, his face strained from the pleasure but there’s a softness in his eyes. “mm…yea, i want more babies, toji.” you look at him with a helpless pout as you reach a hand up to cup his face. “put a baby in me. please?”

he’s groaning and you feel him twitch inside of you, his head falling back onto the pillow as his arms that were wrapped around your waist hold you to him even closer and he starts fucking up into you relentlessly. you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans and vaguely register the profanities falling from his mouth until he’s shaking underneath you and his thrusts turn sloppy when you feel his warm cum spilling into you. you gasp from each harsh jut of his hips, and then he’s coming down from the high and breathing heavily. your upper body rises with his chest from every deep breath he takes as you lay on him.

“fuck…” he says it like he’s surprised. “don’t ever beg for me to put a baby in you ever again, unless you’re looking to raise a damn village. i don’t have that kind of self control.”

you smile up at him and give him a kiss on his chin, noticing his stubble. “flip me over please, hafta keep your cum in me for a bit.”

“shhh” he’s hissing at you, his mind going insane at the thought, then flipping you over and pulling out of you. and then there’s a quiet & gentle knock at the door. you both widen your eyes at each other before toji’s hiding you underneath the sheets and pulling his pajama pants up just in time for when the door cracks open, megumi’s little arm stretched up to reach the door handle as he stands at the entrance with his stuffed animal clutched in his other arm.

“daddy, i frew up.”

-------

𝖺/𝗇. 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽! 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅.

846 notes · View notes

jobean12-blog · 6 months

Text

Insatiable

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Word Count: 893

Summary: Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you.

Author's Note: Another little piece for Kinktober! I can never leave out my favorite AU and Vampire!Bucky is one of my fave kinks! 🫠🔥 The inspiration for this came from Castlevania season 1- if you haven't seen the show it doesn't matter, I just love the idea of Dracula losing his mind bc anyone tries to hurt his love. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol

Vampire AU Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

His blue eyes pierce the darkness of night as he gazes down on the slumbering village, unmoving on the large balcony even as you approach.

“I was wondering where you had gone,” you whisper as you curl yourself against him. “I hate being in bed without you.”

He removes his gaze from the village and settles it on you, the radiant skin of his brow furrowing when he sees your bare skin.

With a tsk of disapproval he removes his shirt and drapes it over your shoulders, cocooning you with its warmth as he presses you against his body. He drags his eyes away from you and stares back out over the village.

You lay a palm on his bare chest, feeling nothing but his cool skin. “Talk to me.”

He rests his hand over yours. “I’m going to burn that city to the ground.”

The words come out in a rumble of a warning, his eyes glowing and his fangs elongating.

“No,” you state, sliding in front of him so you can draw his attention. “You’re not.”

With a sly smile his focus returns to you. “Is that so doll?”

He cages you against the iron railing of the balcony and ghosts his fingers along your collarbone, moving higher until he pushes his shirt from your shoulder.

“Mm hm,” you hum, pressing yourself closer to him.

His dark eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he feels every inch of your naked body and his hands glide along your curves.

But when he speaks the next words his grip tightens and his eyes flash. “But they tried to take you from me. Tried to take the only thing that makes this eternity worth enduring.”

“James,” you whisper, brushing your fingertips along his jaw. “They didn’t succeed. You saved me. I’ll always be safe with you.”

His fingers ghost over your hip to grab your elbow before they continue sliding along your arm until he catches your wrist in his hand and leans his cheek into your palm.

“They need to pay for what they’ve done,” he murmurs as he lifts your hand and presses his lips to each fingertip. “I will make them bleed.”

“You can’t punish all of them for the wrong doings of only a few.”

“I can,” he says, his voice deep and powerful. “Besides doll,” he croons, his smirk growing, “how do you plan to stop me?”

Your own grin graces your features as you remove your hand from his and take his wrist, sliding his fingers down between your breasts and along your stomach.

His breath hitches ever so slightly as his eyes track the movement.

“A distraction,” he simpers.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

“For the rest of eternity?” he teases.

“Are you complaining?” you ask when his fingers meet the apex of your thighs.

You release his hand and he doesn’t move, his touch teasing.

“If I could stay buried inside you forever,” he murmurs, nipping lightly along your throat with his fangs, “I would.”

You shiver and spread your legs wider when his fingers dip lower. His free hand slides firmly around your neck and his fangs still hover above your delicate skin as he runs his nose the length of your throat, inhaling your scent into his lungs.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he hums when he slips two fingers inside you.

Your head rolls to the side, exposing more of your neck as you thrust your hips onto his fingers, whispered pleas for more falling from your parted lips.

“You tempt the beast inside me doll,” he growls.

“I want you…every way I can have you James.”

The drag of his fingers is slow, torturous and purposeful.

His cool lips graze along your jaw before they find yours and he draws out every breath from your lungs, pushing harder and deeper with his fingers.

“James,” you gasp as your legs start to tremble.

Without warning he pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them between your bodies, the moonlight illuminating his glistening skin. He brings them to his lips, licking and sucking them clean of every last drop with a satisfied growl.

“They tried to take you from me,” he repeats, his eyes growing darker even as a soft glow surrounds his irises. “Tried to take this from me.”

As he speaks the words he grabs your thigh and spreads you open, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. He fills you in one hard thrust, your back arching and bending back over the railing.

He holds you in his embrace, his hips still as he nips and sucks along the swell of your breasts.

“James…please,” you beg.

When his lips reach your pulse point he bites down hard enough to draw blood, his fangs caressing the spot before he soothes it with his tongue.

“You would have me do nothing when they try to take everything from me?” he whispers into your skin, his voice raspy with need. “I can’t lose you.”

He starts to move; each roll of his hips deliberate as he chokes out the next words and wraps his hand more tightly around your neck, drawing you impossibly closer.

“I can’t lose you and I’ll do anything to protect my Angel. Even if it means I have to be the Devil.”

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x femal reader #vampire!bucky #vampire!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #vampire au #kinktober 2023

725 notes · View notes

kurogane2512 · 8 months

Note

On my knees begging for how genshin women (yae, ei, signora) would react to their girlfriend slipping up and accidentally calling them mommy (nsfw)

This was so fun to write I love it

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Raiden Ei, Yae Miko, La Signora x fem!reader (separate)

Type: Smut and Fluff (calling them mommy, fingering, strap usage, edging, overstimulation, grinding)

Raiden Ei

Genuinely, I believe she wouldn't get the innuendo behind it at first. Don't blame the poor Archon she had been in isolation for centuries and is still learning modern ways. The first time you utter it, she'll be confused as to why you called her your mother then sweetly forgive you. It won't be until Yae tells her the real meaning that she truly wants to hear it again

A pleasant and serene evening at Inazuma, you were cradled against you lover at Tenshukaku, blissfully enjoying each other's presence and comfort. Well, perhaps you liked it a bit too much...

"Mm...mommy~" you whispered against Ei's neck in a daze, making her confused. She watched your cheeks turn red as you opened your eyes and looked at her in embarrassment, she simply chuckled looking at you and patted your head.

"Hehe, I'm not your mother, Y/n~"

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean it..."

"It's alright. I'm glad to know you feel so relaxed with me."

You felt relieved inside as you saw that she didn't understand the meaning, nodding at her with a smile and continuing to cuddle. The next day, the Archon was seated at the Grand Narukami Shrine with her Kitsune familiar, sharing some dango and a cup of tea.

"How are things going with Y/n?" Yae asked.

"Oh, everything is good. Haha, that reminds me of an interesting occurrence from yesterday~"

"Oh? Care to share?~"

"Hehe, she accidentally called me her mother yesterday. It was rather cute; she became really embarrassed after~"

Yae looked at her wide-eyed before smirking and leaning closer, "What did she say exactly? What were you both doing?"

"We were just....cuddling like normal and she happened to utter 'mommy'. I think she simply felt really relaxed."

Yae's smirk widened and she raised her eyebrow before chuckling, "Oh, Ei. Now I feel bad for poor Y/n~"

Ei looked at her friend confused before Yae proceeded bring a novel from her publishing house and handed it to Ei with a particular page open. Ei's brows furrowed before she accepted and read the contents of the book, Yae watched her in amusement as Ei's face turned redder reading each paragraph.

"T-This is....are you sure she meant this, Miko?"

"Hehe~ Why don't you find out?~"

The following evening, the two of you were entangled in each other at Ei's private chamber. Her kimono hung low exposing her breasts while you kissed her neck and made your way down her body. She remembered Yae's words then suddenly held your head and pulled you up before pecking your lips.

"Y/n, I wanted to ask something...."

You smiled and gently embraced her by snuggling into her neck, "Go ahead."

"Yesterday....when you....c-called me mommy, did you mean something....specific?"

You swiftly looked at her out of embarrassment, "W-What do you mean?"

"W-Well, I read it in a novel....certain ways of referring to your partner in some kind of roleplay or simply preference...."

"I....I-I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I d-didn't—"

"No, I didn't hate it! In fact, if you want to call me that then I don't mind...."

Looking at each other flustered, you slowly nodded and rested your head in her soft bosom before beginning to rut against her. She let out low moans as her legs wrapped around your waist and held you tightly while you continued rubbing your clit with hers.

"Mommy....mommy....i-it feels so good...."

A warm feeling evoked in Ei's chest hearing your needy moans, "You are doing so well....mhm~ M-My baby....that's it....cum for your mommy~"

You slowly let go of your restraints and rutted faster, pressing your cores together and grinding hard. Soft moans and whimpers filled the room, affectionate names spilling from your lips.

"Mommy....I want to c-cum...cum with me...."

"D-Do it, my darling....make your mommy cum~"

You hissed as she rutted her hips into you before you quickened your pace as well, desperately rubbing against each other. You moaned loudly and pressed your cunts together as you came, her own release following after making your juices mix. You panted out and gazed at each other before sharing a passionate kiss.

Yae Miko

You just know she will tease you about it and make you say it again and again. She will be slightly surprised the first time you say it but quickly accept the new title, will definitely tease you about it in public and make you scream it in private.

Late night at the Grand Narukami Shrine, you were visiting your girlfriend when the two of you returned to her quarters and engaged in passionate lovemaking. It eventually led to her pinning you on the bed and pounding into your wet cunt with her strap.

"Ah~ Ah~ M-Miko....please....s-slow down! I can't anymore!~"

"Oh, you can, little one~ Come now, give me your cute reactions~"

Yae smirked as she gazed at your fucked out state, you had lost count of how many orgasms she drew from you but she wasn't stopping. Your legs felt sort and your walls continued to spasm from your previous release, yet looking at the Guuji above you and realizing she was your girlfriend never failed to make you want it more.

"Aahn~ Mommy....m-more!~"

Your eyes snapped open at your surprising words, Yae's thrusts also slowed for a moment hearing them. But before you could speak anything else, she was pounding into you even harder.

"Oh my~ My little one is quite dirty-minded it seems. I wonder....hah...i-if you read some novels from my collection?~"

"N-No! I didn't— Aah!~"

"Hehe~ How shameful. Looks like your mommy has to correct your sinful ways now~"

She flipped you making you lie on your stomach all of a sudden before thrusting her cock again. Your voice cried out and she slammed her hips faster now, your skin slapping against each other.

"P-Please....no more! Aah~ M-Miko—"

"Oh, that's not the correct word, my sweetheart. Don't make your mommy remind you again~"

You pursed your lips before giving in to your desires, "M-Mommy!~ Please....I'm cumming....please mommy!~"

"Good girl~ Leave everything to your mommy~"

Yes, she loves it a little too much.

La Signora

She will be shocked hearing it at first, she can't believe you see her that way. But she loves it so much, she definitely wants to hear it more. But she won't give in so easily, she'll mock and tease you about it all the while keeping you on the edge. Will start with degradation then slowly turn to praises as she fully accepts it. In the end, she will genuinely wonder if you see her that way and why- a sign of her insecurity, and you have to tell her she's perfect for it~ (personally I see her more of a mistress person btw but mmm mommy has my bias for sure).

After a stressful day filled with meetings and headaches from her colleagues, the Fair Lady just wants to confide in her office with you in her arms. She immediately grabbed you the moment she entered her office and pushed you on the table before beginning to kiss you all over.

She's all over you, trapping your figure between herself and the table. Her lips make desperate kisses on your face, her knee nestled between your legs and rubbing your core. You know she's doing it intentionally, but you can't do anything until she starts touching you herself. She's taking her time, relishing your lips and body first.

Her hands unbutton your shirt and pulls it down to expose your neck and chest, she immediately dives in to make her marks on you. She comes closer and hikes her leg up, earning a stifled moan from you due to the stimulation. She smirks to herself feeling your wetness seep on her knee and licks your ear before whispering, "Already so wet. Are you that desperate to be touched?~"

"Y-Yes....please...."

"Please what? You have to do better than that~"

"P-Please....touch me....mhm~"

"Are you really giving me an order? Do I have to teach you your place?~"

She's making you restless now, you can't take it anymore.

"P-Please mommy! Please touch me!~"

She suddenly stops all her movements; did she hear you right? Did you really just say that? It's amusing to her, but also slightly embarrassing.

"You..." she leans away to look at your face before smirking and grabbing your jaw, "What a shameful way to address your superior~"

Her other hand slips past your underwear and touches your clit, a surprised gasp leaving you as you hold on to her.

"Do I really have to teach you basic manners again, hm?~"

She circles your clit in slow motions, making you more desperate as juices keep spilling from your cunt.

"P-Please....more...m-mommy....ngh!~"

She's surprised once again and leans in to bite your neck, "Not stopping, are you? Do you want to be punished that badly?~"

"....Y-Yes....mommy....punish me~"

Oh, you have done it now. She swiftly turns you over and pushes you against the desk as she leans on your back and her hand dips inside your underwear again. Her body presses against you, back arching into her but she keeps you pinned as she fingers you. Your walls clench around her fingers, spasming as she scissors them and thrusts in and out.

"Didn't think my best and brightest would stoop to such a level. But I can't deny this state of yours is quite tempting. Go on, cum for your mommy~"

Her sultry seductive voice whispers in your ear before she licks your lobe making your walls clench more as you unexpectedly release, your cum coating her fingers. As you calm down and begin to look back at her, you see a surprising look on her face. Her usual confident smirk is gone, her eye softens and she looks almost guilty.

"R-Rosa? Are you okay?"

"Y/n....did you really mean it? What you called me just now, do you really see me that way?"

You are surprised at her question but soon realize why she's asking this; after all, she's only ever been known as a witch.

"Yes....I do. I....I love you and....y-you treat me with so much love and care....I c-can't help but see you that way....U-Unless you find it uncomfortable then—"

She kisses you before you can finish, "No...it's okay, I'm fine with it. You can use it more...."

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin women #genshin impact #la signora #signora x reader #genshin x reader #raiden ei #ei x reader #raiden ei x reader #yae miko #yae miko x reader #yae x reader

652 notes · View notes

gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months

Note

Luke with a fem s/o who’s a numetalist and is crazy good at the electric guitar? I think that would be pretty cool. I think he’d either hate or love numetal music lol

ℬℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒾𝓈

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Warnings- readers a daughter of ares since it fits I think, she has the biggest soft spot for Luke tho, don’t stay was one of my favorite riffs when I was in a band sooooo I added it

You sat on your bed, nodding your head to the chords you played. The music reverberated around your cabin, siblings used to it and others outside were annoyed.

No matter how many times Mr.D told you to turn it down or stop playing, you never did.

Luke casually walked in, and no one batted an eye. He always visited you, he always was with you.

The bell then rung for breakfast, they all scattered out. Except for you. You continued to play, until you were finished. Then you looked at him with a smile. He was at the edge of your bed, listening to you play with a small smile on his face at how focused you were.

“Hey, baby.” He mumbled when you greeted him with a kiss, he sat down on the edge of your bed.

“Hi. I missed you.” You sat down next to him, putting your guitar softly onto the floor.

“Missed you too.” He cupped your face, giving you a much more passionate kiss, he prodded him tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the cabin door, you left his lips with a sigh and told him to get down, already knowing who it was by the angry knock. None of the Ares kids knocked, so it obviously wasn’t them.

“Hey, Mr. D.” You opened it up, being met with an annoyed face.

“You woke me up at…” he looked down at his watch. “6, AM!”

“I know.” You rolled your eyes at the man. “At least it’s the sound of my music waking you up and nothing else. You should be thankful.” You joked, already knowing he would be seething with anger at your words.

“Wake me up one more fu-“

“I think what Mr. Dionysus is trying to say is to tune it down a bit. We want you to be as comfortable as possible at camp, but everyone else needs rest.” Chiron interrupted from behind him.

And while you could argue with Dionysus all day, you didn’t have the heart to argue with Chiron.

You nodded, but knew damn well it wasn’t happening. Then you slammed the door in Dionysus’s face, making him scoff and leave, even more annoyed than he was when he came.

“Jesus I need a drink.” You mumbled, Luke chuckled as you grabbed your guitar, sitting down with your legs crossed on the bed again.

He sat down on a ledge, not too far from the bed. He watched you intently as you turned down your volume.

Then you had a riff in mind, you tuned it to drop B, and began to play Linkin parks ‘don’t stay’

He watched in awe, at how your fingers moved and how you played so focused. He’s seen you play before, but he loved it every time. You called him your number one supporter, which made him nod along every time.

He was always amazed at how you played, and honestly, he found it to be the hottest thing in the world.

Once you finished, you put it back on its stand to spend more time with Luke.

He practically tackled you onto your back, head touching the pillows as he laid on top of you. You smiled at him as you got more comfortable, he rearranged himself to where he was laying on your chest and you messed with his hair.

“Mm. How are you so good?” He asked.

“I’m not that good. But thank you. Lots and lots of practice, I guess.”

“Well, I think you’re the best there is.”

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #charlie bushnell x reader #pjo #pjo tv show #percy jackson

283 notes · View notes

tojisun · 7 months

Text

kinktober — 08: scent kink

konig x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; scent kink (built within a ‘scene’); d/s play; brat taming; repeating use of being ‘fixed’ as part of the brat taming; mask kink; use of petnames (including daddy)

kinktober masterlist

konig shoots a sharp look towards you, just a quick glance, and you know tonight’s going to be one of those nights – angry, rough, but so, so filling.

you tremble in anticipation, skirting towards your room as though you can’t hear the thundering sounds of his boots trailing after you, purposeful in the way he stomps. because konig has always been quiet, but not tonight.

tonight he’s prowling, making a statement that only you and him would understand. it’s a proclamation. a promise. you pretend that heat isn’t already building in the pit of your stomach.

you barely crossed the safety of your room when konig scruffs you on the base of your neck, holding securely, before he’s locking the door.

your breath hitches, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips, but he remains silent as he guides you to your bed. there was a moment of pause when your shins hit the bed box before konig continues to push you down, folding you in half until you’re left presenting to him.

“mm,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “look at you, meine engel.”

you want to snark at him and tell him you can’t – is he fucking stupid? – but konig’s hand tightens around your neck as warning, and you whine, the first of many tonight.

“shh, no anger from you tonight, schatzchen. you will just lay down and take me, jo?”

you snarl at the crooning tone, your mind buzzed with the need to lash out. to fight. so you do, you kick behind, blindly aiming for anything of konig – he’s a big and tall target, surely maybe even your desperate lashing out will chance a proper hit.

but konig just growls, pressing a knee on your lower back to subdue you. “what did i say?” his voice is thick with building anger, his hold on his accent slipping up to coat his words.

still, you know he understands; you know that this has long turned into a scene – a moment where you can be bratty and angry, and konig will fix you right up. the question was: how would he?

the thrill of the unknown shoots down your spine and you mewl, teeth digging into your bottom lip, before hissing at him.

“fuck you, king.”

you know he hates the nickname – a slight to the personhood he’s built under the callsign ‘konig’ – and you almost purr in satisfaction when you feel him freeze behind you.

konig has always been so beautiful when angry.

his hand leaves your neck and you almost whimper in protest only to pause when shuffling sounds resonate from somewhere behind you. you blink, trying to feel if it were your gear that konig is stripping, but it wasn’t and tremors overtake you at the realization that he is stripping himself instead.

“k-konig, no-”

“i don’t want to hear it, katzchen,” he says, cutting you off.

you snap your teeth at the petname in an instant, humiliation building at the pit of your stomach. your lips part open for whatever it was that you wanted to say only for your mind to catch onto the sudden shift from your lover, the change so subtle that you almost buckled at the realization: konig’s voice is no longer muffled. he’s removed his mask.

the fight sizzles out of you and you collapse on the bed, eyes blown wide open despite being blind to whatever he has in store for you. you lay there, still presenting for him, still trusting him, and konig chuckles at seeing you suddenly turn docile.

“that’s right, liebling. this is how i want you – didn’t i promise that i’ll fix you?”

the words are purred on your ear, his lips – unmasked! your mind screams – pressing ever so teasingly on the shell of it, ghosting a kiss.

you whimper, not trusting your voice nor your mind, feeling the fog slowly surround you. konig chuckles and finally, finally, presses his lips on the side of your head, not really kissing but breathing you in, before he’s stepping away again.

a resonating whine rumbles from the base of your throat because you don’t want him to leave. you don’t want the space between you two. you want him to fill you up with his warmth and his cock, his big hands making you fall apart. you want all of him, all of that he has to offer. you need him. you-

“shh, little maus. no need to cry,” his voice cuts through your spiralling thoughts and you realize that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks. his hand drops on the top of your head, caressing slowly for comfort. “i will be all that you breathe. would you like that, mein engel?”

you blink your eyes open, not understanding what he means, but konig had asked you a question, asked for your consent, and you nod eagerly.

“good girl.”

it takes two heartbeats until something black obscures your vision. it takes even longer for you to realize that it was konig’s mask.

you freeze, lips parting open as konig brushes your hair away from your face, muttering in german as he tucks in stray strands behind your ears, before he slips his mask on to you.

it was instant how your senses reacted – your ears are muffled, your vision continues to be obscured as konig fixes the mask to fit in the eyeholes, your skin tingling with the feeling of having more covering. you don’t know if you like the change, then, you breathe in.

konig’s scent hits you, filling you up with flames of desire. you keen as you finally slip under the fog, something snapping in your mind as you fall because this – being surrounded by all that konig is – feels right. it’s not enough but it settles the thrum under your skin, extinguishing the licking flames of your ire.

you continue to breathe him in, your mind loppy even as desire crashes you with its intensity. konig chuckles like he understands what you can’t voice, like he knows just what it is that you truly need.

you feel him press a kiss on your head then on your back, tracing the curve of your body until he has to stand up to ease him from the strain. you don’t seem to notice as you clutch at the ends of his mask, fisting the cloth like you are afraid that it’ll disappear.

he coos, running his hands along your body, before planting them on your waist. “you ready for more, liebling?”

you give him a soft nod, still feeling loopy from the way his scent covers you, filling you up with every breath. he is all that you know, all that grounds you, and you tremble at the feeling of his dominance over you.

“words, meine sonne. use your words.”

“konig, please,” you whimper, buckling at his command as your lips press on his mask. you mewl when his scent filters into your mouth, dipping along the surface of your tongue almost like you can taste him.

you hear him coo, his hands digging into your fatigues, before experienced fingers begin to undress you. you lay there, floating between reality and the safety of his scent, mewling every time scarred palms caress a new inch of your exposed skin, his touch reverent as they massage your tender flesh. you don’t complain when he jostles you up, giggling, instead, as konig gently removes each piece of your clothing until you lay there in nothing but his mask.

you hear him groan, lust curling along the notes of his voice, and you gasp as his hands grab fistfuls of your ass before spreading the cheeks apart. the cool air hits your exposed cunt and you mewl at the feeling of damp slick trickling down your thighs.

the sound that you make is engulfed by konig’s own growl. “scheiße,” he curses, his grip on you gaining strength. you buck into his hands with a quiet whine, knowing that his patience has thinned enough and that you’re close to getting what you want.

to getting what you need.

just one more push. just one more reason to make konig fall to his knees.

you fist his mask, lifting the cloth just high enough that your lips are peeking through. you wonder if he’s watching – he is; his trained eyes always cataloguing whatever it is that you do, greedy in the way they engulf the view you make, greedy in the way they always come back to you.

you lick your lips, trembling when the faint taste of konig touches your tongue, before you murmur, “daddy, fuck me, please.”

an oath that you’re no longer a brat. that you’re now his good girl, ready to be cared for. ready to be fixed.

konig’s excitement is silent but you hear the quiet thuds of his knees hitting the floor, long legs bracketing your shorter ones. his hands squeeze your ass, his fingers spreading you open again, but this time it is less teasing as his actions burn with purpose.

you squeak when his breath hits your backside before a wet muscle licks a stripe on your leaking cunt. your heart lurches into your throat, your hold on his mask loosening to fist on the sheets instead as konig continues to tease your wet folds with his tongue.

fuck. fuck!

“da-!”

your moan peters into a whine when konig pulls away, your pooling desire simmering back down into nothing but a thrum.

no! you want more!

“shh, engel. no need to cry,” konig’s voice is muffled as he presses his lips along the flesh of your ass. “just wanted to praise you, liebling. just wanted to say how good you smell.” callused thumbs run soothing circles on your skin. “you smell so delectable. so good. all for me, jo?” he swipes a finger along your folds as he says this.

“yes!” you cry out, trembling for more. “all for you, konig! ‘m all yours!”

konig nips the tender flesh of your ass with a chuckle. “good girl,” he says, one of his favourite things to say to you.

then, he descends to finally, finally, eat you out.

tags: @stargirlrchive @cursingtoji @liwooa

#suns.f #konig x reader #konig x female reader #konig smut #konig x reader smut #konig x you #konig cod #konig call of duty #cod kinktober #suns

882 notes · View notes

redflagshipwriter · 1 month

Text

Hot Ghouls in your area 7

masterpost

Chapter 7

…Jason slowly put down the book and turned it cover up, shell-shocked from that interaction. He lifted his phone and took a photo. He sent it to Roy.

“What do you see?” He typed. Jason bit his lower lip and tried not to scowl while he waited for a response.

It wasn’t that Jason was unused to conflict. Jason was great at conflict. He won every conflict! (Almost.) But what the hell had this shit been? Why had that guy been so pissy about the book? What the hell was wrong with the book that Jason didn’t see?

“Gibberish?” Roy texted back a few minutes later. “It gives the impression of wonky Cyrillic to me. But it's got a terrible energy to it. The hell is that?”

Jason looked at the cover. To his eyes, there was a serif font declaring it Sense and Sensibility Universe D version 5.

“Thanks,” he sent, ignoring the question and then the barrage of heart emojis. Shit, okay.

That answered one question. But it didn't answer enough. What the fuck had that college kid been seeing that was so offensive?

‘And why'd he think we would meet again?’

Jason pushed deep, deep down any awareness that he hoped it was true. That had been weird enough that it would bother him forever if he didn’t get answers.

He sort of hated the idea of getting his nosy family involved, but they would ask different and in some ways, less annoying questions than other groups he could poll. They'd know not to lie to him, at least. So he sent the picture on to the family group chat with the same question and grimly finished his tea.

The elderly proprietor came out then and noticed that her other customer was gone. She looked confused for a moment, scanning the seat to see if his book bag was still there. She picked up the cash he'd left on the table and then started stacking dishes.

‘He’s a regular,’ Jason guessed, honing in on the opportunity to learn more. He flipped the book open but held the apparently offensive cover down towards the table, out of her line of sight. He needed to know what had gone so wrong. Jason wasn’t normally the kind of person that cute college kids had beef with.

He'd never been in this café before, his intuition had just told him to duck inside.

“I think he forgot something,” Jason offered casually, pretending to just look up from his book. “Ran out real quick in a panic.”

The lady let out a soft “Ahhh,” of comprehension. “Something for his afternoon class, perhaps,” she agreed, looking a little happier.

“Yeah, it looked like he was getting ready to settle in for a long study session and then he bolted,” Jason lied, watching her underneath his lashes. He had been paying a little more attention than he ought to when the guy came in. He was Jason’s type, aside from the thing where he’d hated Jason’s face for no apparent reason-

‘No, actually, everyone I’ve ever been into hated me on sight.’

Ouch. As Jason digested that embarrassing truth, the owner continued talking.

“He does that,” she agreed, apparently not thinking it was odd at all for them to talk about the habits of another customer. “Tuesdays and Thursdays. He's a sharp cookie, did you know that?” She continued, and oh, she had halfway adopted this college kid, huh? There was warmth and a hint of pride in her tone.

Jason valiantly swallowed the snort. “He looks familiar, but I don't think we have classes together,” he fished.

“Mm, he's doing some kind of math and engineering,” the lady helpfully supplied. She gave Jason her full attention as she stood up from the table. “And you?”

“Modern language and literature,” Jason said, and sort of wished it was true. He didn't really have the time. Did he? Spoiler was a full-time student, wasn't she? …Huh.

While he chewed that over, the lady had drifted a couple steps closer.

“...Those are two meaningfully different courses?”

“Modern language is learning additional languages, I'm doing Russian and Greek right now,” Jason lied easily. He was fluent in both already. “Literature is mostly classics, for my purposes. I'm focusing on Regency Lit.”

She looked very interested, but she detoured away to deposit the dirty dishes behind the counter. They kept up a light conversation about books as she wiped off the table and reset for the next customer.

When she left, he finally had the chance to check his messages. There was a full-on fight in the group chat. The last message was from Stephanie. She had tagged him and asked, “Is this an optical illusion??? Like that dress?”

Ah, fuck. Jason felt a rock settle in his stomach at the confirmation that something hinky was going on.

‘I can’t read this in public if it’s saying something I can’t control or even know.’

Fucking hell. Jason scrolled back up and checked. Damian listed the correct title. Dick saw what, ‘I thought was Greek at first.’ Stephanie might have been joking but she argued vigorously that it was pictographs that started with a bird. Drake had sent “You rediscovered Minoan Linear A? Cool.” and then not participated in any follow-up discussions. Duke had sent only a stream of confused and tearful emojis.

Cass had marked it read.

“Fair enough, I guess,” Jason muttered to himself. Resentfully he put the book back in his bag.

What had that guy seen? If he’d just seen something foreign but illegible he wouldn’t have gotten so pissy about it. And who the hell had he been, anyway? Why was he so special?

Well. That was something to do with his afternoon. Jason paid up his bill and gave Phyllis his well-wishes for her doctor’s appointment tomorrow on the way out. Phyllis was a good contact, he would definitely come back for more of her jasmine tea no matter how mad that guy got at him.

…Jason really needed a name.

And found…

He headed to Gotham University and used the student computers to look up departments and then hack into the registrar. Jason flipped through photos until he found his guy: Danny Fenton, 19, sophomore double-major in the Engineering department. Good grades, no notes on his account about academic dishonesty or conflict.

'Little weird to meet two Dannys in a 24 hour period.'

Jason searched the guy online and found…

He let his mouth drop open in disbelief at the batshit insane website design he had stumbled into. The Fenton family had a website, apparently, and they had maybe let a 7 year old design it in 2008. The colors… The lack of centering… The.. the neon choices.

His eyes watered. It took a while to fight down his aesthetic grief and actually start comprehending the text.

He had expected this to be like, an online family newsletter. And it was! The link he had followed detailed “Danno going to college in the big city!!!” The boy himself looked extremely resigned in the attached photo. Seriously, Jason had seen much less mortified mugshots. The thing was, that on the same page, alongside posts about other kids going college (Jazzypants!) and someone called Alicia recovering from “supergout!” with "her eight favorite toes remaining!!!", there was also a lot of mention of ghosts.

Like, a lot.

Jason scrolled in pained disbelief. There were photos that showed extremely weird and dismayed green people obviously flinching away from a camera. A beautiful green woman with her hair halfway over her face snarled through a flood of smoke under the title “Wishywish Ghostie Interviewed: Learn what drives her generous heart!” and an ugly robot motherfucker was seen fleeing under the caption, “Skalker indicates that spook is a GHOST SLUR!”

….Was it a shit post? Just one long shitpost? It had to be a joke site.

Well. No. Jason buried his face in his hands and came to terms with the horrible fact that not only were ghosts real, he was accidentally married to one and this bombastic midwestern family already knew about it. This was his best lead for getting that 'beyond death do you part' separation.

They had been blasting the existence of ghosts for all the world to read, and it hadn’t been news. The Justice League didn’t know about this whole society. The journalism done by– Jason lifted his head to check– Jack Fenton interviewing clearly very unwilling ghosts was the only primary source that he knew of.

He took a few deep breaths. He came to terms with grief. He decided to block his family from any further involvement in this shitshow, for what remained of his dignity. And he grimly noted down Jack Fenton’s email.

Jason cleared this history and closed down his tabs, feeling a decade older than he had when he had entered the library. He ignored the sultry ‘come talk to me’ eye contact that the student worker was shooting him from behind the counter as he slouched out.

He stopped for a moment on top of the stairs to watch campus move. He saw the theatre building and the modern language headquarters from his vantage point, along with about half of the student center. There was just a trickle of foot traffic between buildings along paved paths. A few people were hanging out on blankets in the grass. An old man in a suit was taking a phone call next to a crawling rose garden.

‘Maybe I should go to school.’

Well. After this shit was sorted out. Obviously he could not go to school before he got divorced. It would be torturous to hang out with cute boys his age and be committed to some hot dead mermaid who didn’t even wanna make out with him sloppy. Loser shit on absolutely every level, goddamn.

Jason shoved his hands in his pockets and jogged down the stairs. He kept an eye out for Danny, but had no luck.

Not that he cared. It was interesting that he had a lead: Danny clearly had some connection to ghosts, and he had been able to read…

‘Maybe he realized it was a ghost’s property and he thought I stole it?’ Jason realized in a stroke of inspiration. That made more sense. If he knew enough to recognize it as ghost language or whatever, then he might have felt affronted about Jason having it.

He went through his mental checklist to pick out what he did and didn’t know. Once he felt he had a hang on his priorities, he beelined to his own laptop in his favorite safehouse and started looking into the Fentons in more depth.

It was a great lead. It was suspiciously good, in fact, he thought as he found Jack Fenton’s online family newsletter again. What were the odds that he would run into Danny Fenton in a cafe that Jason had never even been in before? It had been a total fluke that he’d entered. He’d been walking past to a favorite place and then just had the urge to try the dark little family cafe.

‘…Ah, fuck’, Jason sighed. More ghost shit. It had to be. Something about Danny Fenton’s ghost shit had registered to him now that he’d been exposed to ghost central.

#red hot ghouls #dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main

281 notes · View notes

rxzennia · 14 days

Text

oral sex

✎𓂃 in the case of aventurine receiving

“stay still,” you whisper as your lips wrap around his tip, “move and i’ll leave you like this.”

you’re so cruel, damn it! aventurine groans, struggling against his binds, but all he gets are the sounds of the handcuffs clanging against his chair. he tries to buck his hips, but you keep him on the chair with your hands on his thighs.

“shh, relax.” you coo, pulling away and licking your lips before you put on a show of swirling your tongue around his rock-hard cock, from the top to the base, “patience is a virtue.”

“you, ngh, you try being patient!” aventurine hisses, trying once again to grind against your face for some friction, “i can’t, please… please, please?”

he hates the way he begs for you, hates the way you make him so needy that he doesn’t care how pitiful he becomes, hates how he’s so willing to be weak around you. he’d die before he allowed anyone to put him in handcuffs, but he’s more than happy to be put in a pair of fluffy cuffs for you.

you glance at his face, take in the way his drool drips off his chin and the way his mouth hangs open, and you grin mischievously. you want to turn him into even more of a mess. you want to take him to heaven and beyond.

you wrap your fingers around his cock gently and rub it against your face, along your nose, licking it until you put the tip on your lips. “ready?” you ask, peering up at him with half-lidded eyes, and you don’t wait for a response before you take him into your mouth all the way to the base.

“oh, ohh, dear,” aventurine’s reaction is immediate, his beautiful eyes rolling to the back of his head as he arches off the chair. “please, please, more…!”

he oozes precum, you can taste it from the sudden stickiness on your tongue. “you taste so good…” you mumble, your words garbled from how he filled up your mouth. you let go of his thighs, a lazy grin on your lips as you happily gagged on his cock, “mm, fuck into me,” you purr, grinding your hips against the floor as your own arousal hikes with every little noise aventurine makes.

if you’ve gone as far as to asking outright, who is he to deny you? he doesn’t hesitate to rut his hips into your face, shoving his cock deep into your throat. “you’re so tight, mmh,” he whimpers as he can’t help but move faster, “so warm, so hot,” he pants, as he tries to move his hands again, he wants so desperately to grab you by your hair and use your mouth, but those damn cuffs are still in the way, so he whines again, “baby, please, take off the cuffs?”

you look at him, at how his face is already blissed out, and you chuckle. you’re feeling mean, but you also want to prioritize aventurine’s pleasure. you have a short debate with yourself, your mind already so clouded with lust that you can’t think straight anymore, and you think, why not both?

in no world would aventurine expect you to reach for lube of all things. you’re giving him the most mind-blowing head he’s ever received in his entire life, and you’re lubing up your fingers? all the while fiddling with his handcuffs with one hand and finally freeing his hands?

he immediately buries his hand in your hair and tugs on it, slowly pulling you onto his cock and pushing you back, repeating until he realizes you’re letting him do whatever he wants. you blink up at him, and he smirks; are you waiting for him to choke you? damn sure he won’t say no to that.

“mmh!” you moan around him; he’s going so rough, so deep, and you feel like you’ll taste him for days to come, but you’re not about to complain, “yes, like that, ngh, hngh…!”

while he fucks your throat like a fleshlight, your slick fingers hover over his ass, tapping and circling his hole tentatively. you wait until his thrusts grow frantic before you slowly ease a finger into him, and boy, you’ll never forget his scream.

“eeep! d-dear, what are you–” aventurine cuts himself off with a loud cry as you curl your finger into his ass. he lifts his hips up, hoping to get away from that foreign feeling, but he ends up feeling your throat constrict around his cock, so he pulls back, and he ends up fucking himself on your fingers. he’s doomed, cornered wherever he’ll go, “ah-aaugh, dear, please, please…! i can’t take this!”

you raise a brow, waiting for his safeword, but you never hear it. instead, you feel a stream of thick, hot cum in your mouth. you slap the side of his thigh, but you don’t punish him. he’s feeling good, after all. he’s cumming so hard, so much into your throat, and gods, it’s making you feel hot. “haah, mh,” you sigh shakily as you’re essentially forced to swallow, the taste of his desire for you driving you nearly insane.

you smirk and gently slip another finger in, scissoring and thrusting languidly as he rides out his orgasm in your mouth. his hands slide towards your face and wipes away your sweat, your drool, and they rest on the base of your neck as he slows down.

when your fingers hit his prostate, you feel him get hard all over again, and you shudder. how much stamina does this man have? you move off of his cock, sucking only on his tip, but he bites his lip and shoves himself into your throat again. you groan loudly, and as retaliation you pull your fingers out, and shove them back in knuckle-deep, pressing against his sensitive spot precisely.

aeons, you’re abusing his prostate, and he’s abusing your mouth, and it all feels so good. “mmh, i’m, i’m going to…!” aventurine mewls, his hips rolling between your fingers and your face, “don’t stop, ugh, don’t stop!”

you choke on his cock when he loses his pace, and you stop thrusting your fingers altogether, instead insistently pressing on his prostate. “gah, eugh, hnngh,” you moan, every little vibration from you sending him closer and closer to the edge, “good boy, cum for me, hm?” you manage to get out, and you can see aventurine’s brain short circuit.

he holds your head in place, his cum shooting straight down your throat. you whine, your entire body shaking and your eyes rolling back as you’re overwhelmed by his pleasure. his ass tightens and spasms around your fingers, and you milk his prostate a little more before finally pulling out.

you’ve made a mess between your legs, too, and you can only hope that he doesn’t notice.

#honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine #honkai star rail x reader

241 notes · View notes

luvkyu · 2 months

Note

hii kyu ! idk if ur reqs are open but if they are, i wanted 2 request a dokyeom (svt) x m!reader fluff oneshot where dk makes it his mission to cheer up his bf who's sick (or just tired/exhausted if u prefer) by taking him on a date :) anyways i hope u have a great day !! :D

home with u ( lee dokyeom/dk )

dokyeom x male reader

kyeom takes care of his sick bf !

content : 1k words, fluff, idol!kyeom, kyeom calls reader pretty boy

( a/n ) this is literally MONTHS old im so sorry it took so long :( i changed it a little cause i was having a lot of trouble writing it for some reason but i hope you like it <3

"kyeom, i can feel you staring."

"okay. and?"

y/n scowled quietly while opening his eyes. dokyeom was laying directly in front of him, just centimeters away.

"it's making me self conscious."

"but you're so perfect," dokyeom countered with a small pout. "looking at you makes me happy. my favorite boy."

"damn it," y/n muttered as he felt a blush creep onto his face. he quickly rolled over to the other side of his bed. "i hate you."

dokyeom simply laughed at his stubborness.

"you love me," he insisted while slipping his arms around y/n's waist, spooning him.

y/n smiled, still trying to hide it though. dokyeom nuzzled his face into his neck while planting tiny kisses against his skin.

"you're still burning up.." dokyeom mumbled. he could feel the heat radiating off of y/n's neck and face, making him even more worried.

"hm.. 'm fine, kyeom," y/n responded drowsily.

"are you sure you don't wanna just go to a doctor?"

"i hate doctors."

"baby," dokyeom quickly argued. y/n didn't need to look at him to know he was frowning - or probably just pouting. he sighed and turned back over to face him.

"if it doesnt pass after tomorrow then i'll go see one, okay?" he promised, leaving a short kiss on the other's forehead.

dokyeom smiled and nodded before catching the male's lips instead. he kissed him deeply, whispering a small "thank you" after pulling away.

"don't you need to leave for rehearsals with the guys?" y/n asked, looking up at him.

"no."

y/n blinked. "no?.."

"i'm staying here."

"what? no. you should go to work."

dokyeom shook his head. "i'm worried about you. i'm staying here."

"kyeom-"

"i already texted our manager. just let me take care of you."

y/n frowned, now seeing the concern in his boyfriend's eyes. he sighed and gave in before snuggling into dokyeom's chest.

"okay, baby. you can take care of me."

dokyeom finally smiled again and nodded his head in triumph.

"i'm sleepy," y/n mumbled into the other's slightly wrinkled shirt.

"then sleep, bub."

"mm.. will you sleep too?"

"i'm not really tired enough to nap, honestly. but i'll stay with you."

y/n felt his heart skip. he smiled and snuggled into him again, soon falling asleep in his arms.

after sleeping for about an hour and a half, y/n woke up to hear soft humming coming from beside him. he looked up at his partner. dokyeom's eyes were closed peacefully as his phone played wave to earth on the bedside table. he was humming along quietly and running his hands along y/n's arms to the rhythm.

"your voice is so beautiful," y/n complimented.

dokyeom's eyes shot open. he looked down at the boy in his arms.

"did i wake you up??"

"kinda, but it's okay. i like waking up to this."

dokyeom frowned, "no, go back to sleep. i'll shut up."

y/n took the male's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring kiss.

"kyeom, it's okay. i'm hungry now anyways."

dokyeom looked at him for a moment, as if debating his fault.

"alright, i'll see what i can make us for dinner."

"i barely have any food here right now," y/n warned. "unless you want cup noodles for dinner."

"tsk. remind me to go grocery shopping for you tomorrow."

y/n rolled his eyes, "i like cup noodles."

"cup noodles are not a meal."

y/n scowled at such a response.

"'ooh look at me, i'm dk, i'm too good for cup noodles,'" y/n teased, waving his hands around in a mocking tone.

dokyeom squinted at him with fake hatred, "you're lucky you're sick right now."

y/n stuck his tongue out and sunk into the covers of his bed. dokyeom shook his head at him before finally exiting the bedroom.

sure enough, all he could find in y/n's kitchen were cup noodles. he sighed. he wished they could just go out for dinner, but he didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick. he settled on ordering in some food instead.

eventually, y/n got bored by himself. he slowly got out of bed and trudged out of his bedroom. he followed the sound of the music coming from dokyeom's phone, leading him onto his large balcony.

"what're you doing, love?" y/n asked.

dokyeom looked up in surprise as he adjusted one of y/n's small tables on top of some blankets he'd put on the balcony's floor.

"since we can't go out, i thought we'd have dinner outside at least. a home date," he explained. "the fresh air will be good for you and it's so nice out tonight."

y/n couldn't stop a smile from growing on his lips.

"that sounds amazing. thank you."

dokyeom nodded and gave his cheek a light kiss. y/n could tell that the other was proud of himself. dokyeom would never admit it, but he loved hearing approval and praise - especially from y/n.

once their food arrived, dokyeom set everything out and made them drinks. the balcony was the prettiest y/n had ever seen it. with his fairy lights lit and the blankets and a couple pillows brought out, it looked all cozy and warm.

dokyeom set their chopsticks out as a finishing touch before they finally sat down together. it smelled amazing and neither could wait to start eating.

after taking his first bite, y/n hummed in satisfaction. he smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor in his mouth. dokyeom gazed over at him. he was completely in love.

"how do you still manage to look so perfect even when you're sick?"

y/n opened his eyes again and now saw his partner's eyes on him. he couldn't help but blush a little.

"your eyes are broken."

dokyeom's brows furrowed. he leaned forward, over the table and close to y/n's lips.

"my eyes are fine." he gave y/n another kiss, longer and deeper this time, "my pretty boy."

y/n then watched him pull away and go back to his food. he knew his ears and cheeks were probably turning red, while dokyeom just picked up his chopsticks and went right back to eating as if nothing happened.

"how-" y/n didn't know what to say. dokyeom looked back up at him.

"hm?" he hummed. the fake cluelessness on his face made y/n send him a small death glare.

"oh i hate you, lee seokmin."

dokyeom laughed endearingly at the remark, then simply smiled at him.

"you love me, baby."

235 notes · View notes

most-datable-datable-bracket · 2 months

Text

ROUND 3 MATCH 32

Mammon propaganda:

“He was done dirty in the first round, I hope he wins this time because he deserves it

First of all, he hates you at the start but then he starts to like you but he exclaimed his hate too much at the start so he can't admit it

Everyone knows that he likes MC, even his little D (who are demons familiars) thinks that they should date

He is a classic tsundere but doesn't actually hurt you like other tsunderes but he is so bad at hiding his feelings that everyone is just ignores it

He is the avatar of greed, meaning he is clingy which may be a turn away for some people but he cares for you so so much

He has never turned into his demon form to hurt you (Asmo hasn't but he has tried to seduce you with his power)

Don't get me started on his story cards, he literally is so cute

He wants to be a mentor to Luke, like Lucifer was to him, he is only mean to Luke because he wants Luke to learn about how life isn't all sunshine and rainbows

He is also so hot, he is a bisexual panic

He is bullied by his brothers but he cares for them so so much despite their bullying

I am so in love with him and have written so many fics about him

Anyway, I'm going to stop here because otherwise I'll be here all day”

“First friend, first pact, practically the MC's first everything, he is a major Tsundere, he holds my heart hostage, I just want to smooch him, he and MC share a room, he is such a cute little bab, he does bully Luke (a child) but it's revealed that he just wants to show Luke that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows and want help him figure things out

He is the cutest little guy, he cares for his brother

His sin is greed so he does steal things from people but since lesson 1 he hasn't stolen anything from MC

He wrote a song to propose

Sure he is clingy but in a good way

He is so cute

He adopted a child, which he had to leave in the care of witches and willingly let's the witches extort him

There is so much that I can say about him but 1. Spoilers and 2. I don't think you want to read that much”

“OKAY SO. OH MY GOD.

First person we're able to properly romance in game. AND FOR GOOD REASON. He's had MCs back from the beginning, hes the one real one in the game. He's always trying to protect us and its so nice. Puppy boy. He's so me as well??? Like he's such a doting boyfriend it's literally so cute. When MC had to go back up to Earth, he kept breaking the rotating schedule in order to call us more. He always gets MC gifts (avatar of greed love language being gift giving im gonna collapse) and he just drops the most romantic lines out of nowhere??? Like sir are you trying to give me a heart attack. He's the secretly traumatized comic relief. He has ADHD. He's canonically queer (MC doesnt have a set gender). He even likes Head pats. Vote Mammon.”

“HE'S SO PATHETIC AND CRINGEFAIL. I LOVE HIM”

Jaehee propaganda:

“only female love interest in MM, not included in the first round for SOME REASON, you literally go off and live your coffee shop au with her at the end of her route.”

“My lesbian wife. Open a bakery with her after convincing her that she doesn't have to give up her happiness to make money. She can pursue her passions. Also her backstory is so sad and I just wanna hug and kiss her and throw hands at her "family" for making her feel like she does. Also the Valentine's dlc, you get locked in the back of the bakery with her and... Yeah that's my wife. I love her dearly. Also can we just acknowledge that she's like the only path that involves almost none of the dramatic death defying nonsense. You're just gay and in love and it's beautiful”

#mammon #mammon obey me #obey me #obey me shall we date #jaehee kang #mystic messenger #mysme #Round 3 #MDDC 2

235 notes · View notes

binniebakery · 18 days

Text

🇦🇳🇬🇪🇱🦢

Bf!Taehyun x Fem!Reader Est. Relationship

♡ Warnings: very suggestive! sir kink, little bit of degradation (reader gets called a whore, angel, etc), little bit of exhibitionism mentioned as well, lmk if i missed something! ♡ A/N: i honestly forgot ppl were asking for more coquette tubatu... so ask and u shall receive smile. i rewrote this so many times too because I've been going through a period where i hate everything i write sdfgddfss so please be kind (i also know nothing about cars.. be warned.)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Smarty" by Lana Del Rey

0:09 ━●────────── 4:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

As stars began to bloom in the night sky, you meticulously glided your lipstick across those pretty plump lips of yours. Your room was filled with the scent of apple cinnamon along with a hint of slight smoke from the iron that you were using to form soft curls into your delicate hair.

Your pretty eyelashes fluttered shut as you hummed the tune of your favorite song, your heart soaring in excitement at the thought of your boyfriend coming over in his new car to take you out on a date.

With hair soft and neat, pretty heels in perfect combination with your lacey mini skirt and top, and your nails freshly done in pretty white and pink details, you sprinkle yourself in your favorite perfume. Fresh vanilla, something your boyfriend just couldn’t resist when you were in the vicinity.

A buzz from your phone interrupts your thoughts and you look over to see your boyfriend’s name displayed across your screen.

“Tyunnie!” You smile, your voice cheery as you practically jump in your chair from the excitement of knowing he was on the other line.

“Hi angel, I’m here. You ready?” Taehyun’s low voice mixed with the sound of his car engine as it rumbled in the background.

“Course I am! Coming out right now!” You chirp as you grab your purse, the sound of your expensive heels clicking against the floor while you skip out of your room.

“Good girl, see you right now then.” Taehyun ends the call with a click.

Taehyun is already standing outside of his brand-new car by the time you reach him. He watches you with a slight smirk, eyes following your every movement as you gracefully make your way to his car.

A black Porsche. A perfect match to your boyfriend’s polished and sleek appearance.

“Like my new car baby?” Taehyun tilts his head, his voice a saccharine tone.

“It’s pretty, looks expensive..” You stand in front of your boyfriend, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as he pulls you in.

“Yeah, you think so?… It’ll never be as pretty as my angel though” Taehyun mumbles into your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses from under your ear to your collarbone.

Your breath hitches as you feel his teeth nip pretty purple flowers onto your delicate skin.

“Mm, tyun wait– let’s wait till we get to the d– drive in..”

You attempt to lean away, but the way his strong hands firmly hold you against him has your stomach tied in knots. Taehyun takes in the scent of your sweet perfume and smiles.

“Smell so good I could take you right now baby”

You let out a whine and Taehyun takes it as his sign to pull away before he gets carried away. Your boyfriend grins at the way your face is flushed, lips formed into the cutest pout.

His pretty, pretty girl.

Taehyun opens the door to his car and you slide into your spot as passenger princess, taking in the black leather interior and fresh scent of a brand new car. Your cute little heels were a sweet contrast to the dark aesthetic you were sitting in.

“You ready to see how fast this goes, angel?” he tilts his head towards you as the engine of his car purrs.

Taking your doe eyes off of the mirror, you bat your lashes as you turn to him.

“I’ll go anywhere you take me, sir.”

.⋆｡°♡

Your boyfriend always spoiled you, stopping by the nearest convenience store to buy you that same cherry slush you always begged for. After all, the cherry-flavored make-out session that followed was addicting to him, licking your red-stained lips in the back of his car as his strong arms lifted you into his lap. Your laced skirt riding up giving him the best view of your thighs, he always found himself gripping onto them while he made a mess of your makeup.

Every Friday night he’d pick you up and take you wherever you wanted to go, his treat.

If you were being honest, you had no idea what movie was being shown tonight, it didn’t matter as you had other ideas, and of course– your cunning boyfriend always picked up on anything you had planned.

As Taehyun parked his car towards the back of the lot, your eyes scanned around the area searching for any possible unwanted viewers. Luckily for you, the nearest car was quite a distance away.

“You finally got your nails redone, was afraid the money I gave you went towards something else.” Taehyun chuckles, taking your dainty hand in his large one. He gently holds your fingertips as he admires the details.

“Of course, I got them done just for you. Do you like them?” You smile warmly.

“Did you now?” Taehyun reaches for the dainty necklace hanging around your neck and gently tugs you towards him. Your body leans towards him over the console, exposed thighs trembling from how soft yet rough he was being with you.

The movie hadn’t even started yet.

“A-- ah yeah.. just for you..” You blurb out, face now flushed from the sudden closeness between you and your boyfriend.

“Just for me..” He repeats, his voice low and sultry as his face holds an unreadable expression. Taehyun’s eyes are scanning your entire outfit now– and you don’t miss the way his dark eyes hold a deep hunger as they trail over your curves.

“C’mere angel.”

Taehyun scoots his chair backward and you’ve never swung your body over to the driver’s side so quickly in your life.

You settle yourself into his lap and you can practically already feel how hard your boyfriend is against you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in, his chest pressing against yours.

“Such a pretty girl..” he tilts your chin to look up at him and the way your lips form into the cutest pout, the way your sweet eyes stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, so innocent and pure– it has him sliding his fingers under your skirt in between your thighs.

You feel yourself shiver and you can’t help but bury your head into his neck as he traces circles into the delicate lace of your panties.

“Not wearing shorts? Such a whore..”

You unwillingly let out a soft whimper at his remark, and Taehyun lets out a mean chuckle.

“You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you..? C’mon say it.”

“Mmh..y- yeah” you stutter, “I- I’m a naughty girl tyun.”

Taehyun pulls his fingers away from your aching core and the whine you let out is so embarrassingly loud you’re thankful nobody’s parked near your boyfriend's car.

“That’s sir to you, angel.”

#BakeryTreat♡#txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #taehyun x y/n #taehyun x reader #txt x reader #taehyun smut #taehyun hard hours

138 notes · View notes

jobean12-blog · 1 year

Text

Always Be My Baby

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 2,061

Summary: When you’re talking on the phone with Nancy, Eddie overhears you say something that gets him thinking.

Author’s Note: This little meme pops up here and there with various characters and it’s always so cute and makes me smile and I’ve been wanting to do an Eddie one for a while! Hope you enjoy, thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you love🥰

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff, small angst because Eddie gets clingy (but it’s so cute), kisses, Steve and his excellent advice (ha)

The original picture for this is NOT MINE: I just added the pic of Eddie, credit to the lovely person that originally made this and thank you! 🥰GIF NOT MINE (below the pic): Credit to @rosetico thank you sweets🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

You roll over on your bed and twirl the phone cord around your legs as you lift them up. Nancy continues her rant on the other end of the line and you don’t hear Eddie as he bounds up the steps.

“Hey sweetheart,” he chimes when he walks into your room.

You sit up with a smile and cover the bottom end of the phone.

“Hi,” you whisper. “It’s Nancy.”

He nods in understanding and drops himself onto the bed with a bounce. You stifle your giggle and make a noise of agreement so Nancy knows you’re still listening.

Eddie shimmies his way closer to you and crawls up your body with a mischievous grin. He pushes your shirt above the waistband of your jeans and dances his calloused fingertips along your skin.

You give him a playful glare that quickly melts into a blissful expression when his lips trail over your stomach.

“Eddie,” you whisper shout. “I’ll be off in a minute.”

“Mm hm,” he mutters, continuing with his kisses.

As he moves higher his thumb caresses your lips, gently dipping between to part them. A shiver runs down your spine and he traces the outline of your softness, urging you closer with one hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

Nancy grumbles loudly into the phone.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes!” you say with far too much energy! “Of course, I am!”

She’s silent for a moment. “Is Eddie there?”

“No…”

“I promise I won’t keep you too much longer,” she sighs, but you can almost hear the small smile in her voice.

“Don’t worry Nance. I’m here.”

You give Eddie a quick peck on the lips and shoo him off you.

He relents with a dramatic sigh and rolls off you before sliding from the bed and grabbing his backpack. He rummages through his things and pulls out his D n D book.

You sit up and bring your knees to your chest, nodding and giving Nancy the occasional reassuring sound. You reach over and grab your stuffed black bat (named Eddie of course) and slip it between your knees, holding it close in a hug.

Eddie lifts his eyes from his book and makes a kissy face causing you to giggle. He continues making silly faces until you grab a pillow and chuck it at his head.

It hits him in the chest and he presses his hand over his heart, toppling over with a flurry of movements. When he sits up again you launch the stuffed bat his way but he easily catches it and sits it between his spread legs, patting its head and pretending to scratch its ears.

It makes you smile wide as you listen to Nancy finish her story.

“NO WAY NANCE!” you screech. “He did not!”

Your mouth hangs open in shock before you grit your teeth.

Eddie stares at you with peaked interest.

“Ugh! I hate men,” you say in commiseration.

Your eyes lock with Eddie’s after you say the words and you wince at his changed expression.

His soft brown eyes are wide and round and his lips part in distress.

Your features soften and you give him a small smile. “I’ll explain in a minute,” you say quietly.

Nancy ends the call and you promise to check in on her later. You place the phone back in the cradle and move it to your nightstand, untangling yourself from the wire.

“Baby,” you coo as you slide into Eddie’s lap, his face still crumpled.

He’s quiet as you study him.

“Not you baby. Light of my life. I love you.”

“What happened that made you say that?” he asks, resting his head against yours.

“It’s all a mess. Nancy and Jonathan are in two different places and neither of them is ready to admit that maybe it’s not working out so they are lashing out at each other and I think it’s because Nancy is confused about her feelings for Steve and…ugh!”

“You’ve never said that about me, have you?” he asks, his eyes even bigger than before if possible.

“Of course, not Eddie! Why would I ever say anything like that!”

“I don’t know…I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

“Hardly,” you smile. “You’re too cute anyway.”

The corner of his mouth turns up into a halfhearted smile and you take his face between your hands.

“You’re my favorite. Ever,” you state.

He cracks a full smile and brushes his lips to yours.

“I never did get my hello kiss,” he whispers.

~Later that day at the Arcade~

“Why are you following your girl around like a lost puppy?” Steve asks, hands folded across his chest.

“Me?” Eddie asks, having the audacity to appear shocked by Steve’s question.

“Uh yeah,” Steve asks, his hands now moving to his hips. “You’re acting clingy.”

Eddie narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to say something sassy but his shoulders slump and he falls back against the wall.

“She said something yesterday…”

Steve raises his eyebrows and waits.

“I’m not sure I should share…”

“I won’t say anything,” Steve promises, resting a reassuring hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie sighs and relents.

“She said ‘I hate men.’”

Steve sucks his teeth. “Was she talking to you?”

“No, but…”

“Well if she wasn’t talking to you was she talking about you?” Steve continues.

“No, but…”

“Then I don’t see the problem here Munson.”

“Well, she was talking to a friend and they were talking about boys and I’m sure I’ve annoyed her before and she could say that about me.”

“Boys…?” Steve smirks.

Eddie blows a raspberry while rolling his eyes. “Come on Harrington. I’m suffering here.”

“Are you really though?” Steve asks with a challenging tilt of his head.

Eddie huffs in frustration but before he can defend himself Steve goes on.

“Listen, when I asked her out all those months ago she said no because she wanted you…and all the girls want me, so…”

“Is this supposed to be making me feel better Harrington?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs. “DUH. She picked you dude!”

Eddie hangs his head, his expression hidden by his mess of curls.

“Well let’s just hope she keeps picking me,” he mumbles.

You’re smashing the buttons to Super Sprint and trying to beat Dustin’s ass when strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs in your ear.

“Hi baby,” you giggle, jerking to the left with your motions. “I’m about to wipe the road with Dustin.”

“No way dude. I’m gonna kick your ass!” Dustin cheers.

“Language!” both Steve and Eddie admonish as Steve stops by and watches.

You fly over the finish line and let out a victorious whoop before turning in Eddie’s arms and kissing him.

“I WON!” you say excitedly. “Nice try Henderson.”

Dustin mumbles in defeat as he pulls his hat down and walks away to find someone else to play a game with.

“You wanna get going?” Eddie asks you, pulling you closer. “I’d love to get you all to myself.”

Steve rolls his eyes exaggeratively and follow Dustin.

“Let’s go,” you purr and grab his hand. “But can we stop at the store on the way back? I want to get snacks!”

“Of course sweetheart, whatever you want.”

~At the grocery store~

“Should I get Big Stuff Oreos or the Star Wars cookies?” you ask Eddie as you swing your entwined hands and peruse the cookie shelf.

“Star Wars definitely,” he says and reaches up to grab a box with his free hand.

“Do we need Pudding Pies?”

You tap your chin with the question and then reach up to grab a box without waiting for his answer.

“What about something salty?” he says, tugging you toward the popcorn.

“Ooo good thinking!” you answer.

You reach the right aisle and see the box of popcorn you want. You try and tug your hand free of Eddie’s but he doesn’t let go.

“I don’t wanna let go,” he says.

“How are we gonna get the popcorn?” you ask with a smirk.

“Um…,” he starts and reaches up for the box with his free hand that’s now holding the Star Wars cookie box.

He tries to get his fingers around the wide popcorn box but he can’t quite get them to fit and he just keeps pushing it away. Since he has a death grip on your hand you can’t even get it free to help him as you watch in slow motion as he pushes too far and several of the boxes come tumbling down onto your heads.

You stand there and stare at the pile of boxes on the floor and then at him before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“Eddie. Just let go so we can carry this stuff.”

“But…but what if you don’t want to hold my hand anymore. What if this is just the beginning. Next it’s no hugs…then kisses….AND THEN BEFORE YOU KNOW YOU’LL HATE ME AND BREAK UP WITH ME!”

His last burst of words comes out in a rushed breath and his voice rises higher with each one. With a frantic look in his eyes, he drops the Star Wars cookies and grabs your shoulders before tugging you into his chest.

You wrap your arms around his middle and carefully shift around the fallen boxes.

“Eddie,” you whisper with some hesitance. “Why don’t we get a cart?”

He dips his head and buries his face in your neck. “That’s a good idea,” he mumbles.

You walk hand in hand to get a cart then come back to the mess and clean it up. After filling the cart with more snacks and checking out, all while still holding his hand, you take your things to the van and unload them but now that you have to get into the vehicle you have to let go.

He opens your door and helps you in then looks down at your joined hands.

Without saying a word he let’s go and shoots around the front of the van, hops into the driver’s seat and holds his hand out for yours. You take it and give it a squeeze. He turns on some music and starts the van.

You pull his hand onto your lap and trace your fingers over his ring then his knuckles, making the soft motions over and over. He drives the whole way home with one hand, the other held tightly in yours.

After you put all the snacks by the bed and change into one of Eddie’s tee shirts you crawl on top of the sheets and watch him tune his guitar.

“You wanna talk to me?” you ask him quietly.

He looks up with a pained expression before sighing heavily and putting down his guitar.

“You think I’m crazy don’t you?”

He sits on the edge of the bed and you crawl into his lap, brushing the curls from his face and lifting his chin.

“No. I’m thinking how lucky I am that you love me so much,” you tell him.

His eyes meet yours, shining with emotion. “You don’t think I’m clingy? Steve said I’m acting clingy.”

“Steve said huh?” you smile. “Steve’s a butthead.”

“I won’t argue with that,” he answers and smooths his hand up your back.

“I hope you want to hold my hand forever,” you whisper.

“I’ll never let go sweetheart.”

His fingers stop at the base of your neck and he winds them around your throat, tucking his thumb under your chin and tilting your head back so his lips can trail across your jaw.

He moves slowly downward, peppering kisses along your neck while adjusting your legs so you’re straddling him. His hand slips under your shirt and he brushes his knuckles over your skin, the drag of his rings a soft caress that makes you shiver in his arms.

With a gentle tug on his hair, you pull his lips away, smiling at his whine of disapproval but winking when it quickly shifts into a satisfied hum as you push on his chest until he falls back onto the bed and slowly lift your shirt over your head.

His hands dance over your skin with reverence before he tugs you down to his lips and holds you so close you can feel his heart beat with yours.

@dreamlessinparis @hiddles-rose @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @ysmmsy @luna-munson83

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things

1K notes · View notes