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Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice | Pairing Neighbor!Joel Miller & Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 3 of @sydneyinacoma's Sugar, Spice & Please Fuck Me Nice series. Joel is your new hot neighbor and after a sexy night alone with him on Halloween (where he literally makes you squirt (!!) on his couch, you run into him after a long week at work and you two finally go on a proper date. You two eat burgers; go to a fair, and then he fucks you like it's his last day on earth. Yep <3

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~6.7K Warnings: Pining, flirting, 2000s style (needs a TW lol), Joel is a little rough/bossy, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), creampie, blowjob, pet names, praise kink, Joel spits in readers mouth, fair date, eating, did I already say flirting, bobbing for apples. Listen, these two are just down so bad for each other. There are no descriptions of reader except for clothing & wet, curly hair. Authors Note: I legitimately feel so honored to have been part of this chapter with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma -- writing this version of Joel has me creaming, and I wish I could scream it from the rooftops how much I want everyone to read this fic. This version of Joel is all her brainchild and I could cry at being part of it. Pls go follow Syd, she's seriously such a gem and probably the best Moot and friend a girl could ask for. ILY, bb. Sydney's Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~6.7K Warnings: Pining, flirting, 2000s style (needs a TW lol), Joel is a little rough/bossy, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks, or don't idk you're not gonna listen to me anyways), creampie, blowjob, pet names, praise kink, Joel spits in readers mouth, fair date, eating, did I already say flirting, bobbing for apples. Listen, these two are just down so bad for each other. There are no descriptions of reader except for clothing & wet, curly hair. Authors Note: I legitimately feel so honored to have been part of this chapter with my Slutty Smutty Sister @sydneyinacoma -- writing this version of Joel has me creaming, and I wish I could scream it from the rooftops how much I want everyone to read this fic. This version of Joel is all her brainchild and I could cry at being part of it. Pls go follow Syd, she's seriously such a gem and probably the best Moot and friend a girl could ask for. ILY, bb. Sydney's Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

NOV 2005

You can’t stop thinking about that night at Joel’s a week ago. The way he touched you, pleasured you in a way that you've never experienced before. The way he kissed you, fervently yet soft. You could kiss him for hours and never tire.

Not only are you craving his touch, but you also find yourself wanting to learn more about him. You want to know him. The things you’ve learned about him through Sarah and what you’ve picked up on are tiny crumbs, leaving you starving for more.

You hope he feels the same.

You haven’t had a chance to talk to Joel since that night, as you’ve been drowning at work. You started working for this publishing firm in college, first, as an intern, and now that you’ve finished school, you’re an editor. You agreed to take on extra responsibilities due to your coworker being out on maternity leave, which has exponentially increased your workload, on top of your boss being a micromanaging asshole. Joel’s been burning the candle at both ends. He’s working against a tight deadline on a big project for a persnickety client and Sarah’s soccer team is in the playoffs for the district championship; he’s incredibly proud but attending her neverending roster of games has left him a bit preoccupied. He never thought he would end up being a soccer dad, but life has a funny way of keeping him on his toes.

Much like you, he’s replayed you squirting on his leather couch in his mind over and over, a never-ending lascivious reel that plays in his head as he fucks his cock at night. Joel longs to hear those saccharine sounds you make while you ride his cock, your tits bouncing in tandem with your movements. He’s kicking himself for not getting his hands, or mouth, on your pillowy breasts. The cheekiness of forgoing a bra in your bunny costume revealed a side of you that he wants to unleash.

He wants to know everything; what keeps you up at night, what makes you double over in laughter, your ticklish spots, which movies make you cry without fail, all of your little quirks. Hell, he even wants to know if you believe in aliens.

+++

You pull into your driveway after a long, grueling day at work. Your brain is so fried you didn’t even turn the music on for the drive home; a rarity for you since you always have music playing in your car, whether it be the FM radio or one of the various CDs you’ve collected over the years. A true indicator of your current state of being. You can’t wait to veg out on the couch, rid your mind of this shitty week, and huddle into an antisocial ball.

After a few moments of idly sitting in your car, you peel yourself from the driver’s seat and go to retrieve your work tote from your trunk when you hear a deep voice calling out to you, one you’d recognize anywhere. You turn in the direction of the sound and find Joel. He’s clearly working on a renovation project; a miter saw, lumber and a plethora of other tools are set up in his front yard. There’s another man with him, bearing a slight resemblance to Joel. Brothers, maybe?

“Hey, neighbor!” Joel immediately regrets his word choice, finding it oddly stiff — considering he’s had his face between your thighs.

“Hey Joel!” You manage to shout back, despite your energy battery being crucially depleted.

He waves for you to come over. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you’re unable to resist him. Not when he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, hair tousled, and coaxing you across the street.

Though you feel drained, being in close proximity to Joel makes your body thrum in nerves. You’re being energized by anxious attraction.

Joel and the mystery man greet you at the edge of the yard.

“This is my brother Tommy. Tommy, this is my neighbor.”

“So, this is the pretty neighbor you were tellin’ me about,” Tommy says, his southern drawl identical to Joel’s.

Joel glares at Tommy. If looks could kill.

Tommy holds out his hand, you tell him your name and give him your hand for a brief shake; much like Joel’s does, his palm size is large in comparison to yours and envelops your full hand. You survey the man in front of you; handsome, dark curly hair like Joel, slightly longer and free of the grays his brother sports, deep brown eyes, similar to Joel’s. The Miller genes are super fucking strong.

“Nice to meet ya, sweetheart,” he says, nodding his head in acknowledgment, his eyes dragging over your figure just a second too long.

“I’m gonna start packin’ these tools up,” Tommy announces to Joel and then shoots him a wink. It’s obvious he wasn’t aiming for subtlety, clearly wanting to give you and his brother a moment alone.

Joel shifts his broad frame to face you directly. You wish you didn’t feel so bashful in his presence, but it’s hard to breathe evenly when he is standing so close you can smell him - earthy and a hint of his deodorant wearing off. It should be gross to you, but you want to put his scent in a candle. You’re fucking deranged.

“Sorry, ‘m all sweaty…” Joel apologizes, looking down at himself, remembering that he probably reeks like a locker room.

You wave off his apology, giggling at his self-awareness.

“I wanted to ask you somethin’,'' Joel says, gently wrapping his hand around your arm right above your elbow. Goosebumps erupt on your skin at the touch of his calloused fingers.

“Okay…”

“I was wonderin’...” Joel pauses, his fingers now grazing over the soft skin of your arm.

You gulp in anticipation. “Yes, Joel?”

“I was wonderin’ if you’d like to go on a date with me,'' he asks, his eyes dropping to his boots for a second before coming back up to meet yours, “a proper one.”

You’re so giddy at his proposition you think you might burst.

“Well, you know…I’ve gotta check my calendar,” you say, a big grin plastered on your face. You see his face drop, but before he can sulk too much you wink at him and say, “yeah, I’d love to,” you exhale and try to keep your voice level, not wanting to give away how excited you actually are. A date. With Joel Miller.

“You free tomorrow?” he asks, beaming, revealing the dimpled smile you’re so fond of.

“Lucky for you, I am,” you say, feeling your skin warm.

“Pick you up at 7?” he asks, dipping his face closer to yours, his hand now on your waist pulling you into him.

“Works for me,” you confirm while planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, “see you then, neighbor!” you conclude, being sure to emphasize the neighbor in your words, and before he can convince you to stay, you’re sauntering across the street back to your house.

+++

It’s finally here. Your big date with Joel.

The day went by torturously slow, anticipation pulsing through your entire body. You spent almost two hours getting ready, the majority of the time trying to pick an outfit. You probably changed 30 times, trying to find the outfit that conveyed the perfect balance of sexy, yet subdued.

You decide on a pair of dark wash flares and a lacy top, both accentuating your figure heavenly. You spritz on a little perfume you save for special occasions. If this ain’t a hell of an occasion.

Joel, with impeccable timing, rings the doorbell right as you tug your black cowboy boots on. It’s sill relatively warm in Austin, so you decide to forgo a jacket.

Opening the door, you and Joel take a moment to check the other out, neither of you trying to hide it whatsoever. Joel’s wearing his signature jeans and a green flannel with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, exposing his veiny, strong forearms. You’d hump his arms given the opportunity.

“Absolutely stunnin’, sweetheart,” he licks his bottom lip while his brown irises roam over your entire body, paying special attention to your waist and tits. You’re mentally patting yourself on the back for your outfit choice.

“One could say the same for you, cowboy,” you quip back, a smug grin plastered across your face.

Your smile shoots blood straight to Joel’s cock.

He swallows as he realizes the night is just beginning.

+++

Joel takes you to a quaint diner for your date. From the outside, it’s unassuming; an older building in urgent need of a pressure wash, adjacent to a virtually empty shopping center. A true hole-in-the-wall in the middle of downtown Austin.

“It doesn’t look like much on the outside, but I promise ya, they got the best damn burgers in town,” he assures, seeing the questioning look on your face when he pulls into the parking lot.

You and Joel slide into a booth in the far corner, Joel insisting that booth seating is part of the experience. You both order burgers, per his recommendation and boy, it does not disappoint.

Between bites of food, you and Joel learn more about each other. The conversation flows easily, both hanging onto each other’s every word; no awkwardness or feigning interest. You both share parts of your childhoods and you share stories from your college days. Joel recounts the mischief he and Tommy got into when they were younger, earning several belly laughs from you.

Joel loves the way you laugh; candidly, throwing your head back, your shoulders jerking uncontrollably as you try to catch a breath.

You’re pleased to learn that both you and Joel have a fondness for 80’s action movies, especially the over-the-top-borderline-cheesy ones, and 70’s artists like Fleetwood Mac and Electric Light Orchestra.

Joel asks about your job as an editor. You tell him the different types of manuscripts you have to read; some you drudge through, others you enjoy. “I love seeing how the story progresses from the first rough draft up until the final copy,” you tell him,” a lot of authors are really full of themselves, so you have to boil down a lot of the flowery language and hubris.”

In return, he tells you about how he got started as a contractor, hard work rewarded him with promotions until he opened up his own contracting business six years ago. “It’s priceless gettin’ to be your own boss,” he says, “not havin’ to answer to anyone, can be more selective in projects you wanna take on,” he continues, and you swear you’re listening but you’re secretly caught up in the sound of his voice and the way his lips move when he’s talking; hypnotizing you with every word.

Joel opens up about when Sarah came into this world; the happiest day of his life while simultaneously being scared shitless — he was wild and ungovernable, definitely not ready for fatherhood.

Through the years he’s found his rhythm. He doesn’t talk about her mother and you don’t ask; you’re not looking to dig into that lore on the first date. He tells you what Sarah was like as a baby and the subsequent years. Your heart melts at the adoration and pride that glow in his eyes when he talks about his daughter.

You both sit in the overused booth, totally absentminded to the world around you. You’re both locked into one another, afraid of missing even the faintest shift in facial expressions. You might as well be the only two people here.

Taking the final bite of your burger, you tell Joel that you’re inclined to agree that these are the best burgers in town.

He mumbles something to the effect of “told ya,” before finishing his last bite.

On the ride home from the diner, you spot an illuminated Ferris wheel, glowing in the distance of the Austin night.

“Oh, I didn’t know the fair was still in town. I haven’t been in years!” exclaiming a little loudly for a woman your age, “can we…..?”

Joel can’t say no to you, not when you’re giving him a pleading, pouty look.

+++

Once inside the fairgrounds, you both walk through the selection of vendors, and it doesn’t take long for the funnel cake sign to catch your eye; Joel purchases you one and you continue on your adventure together.

“Here,” he says, offering you a paper napkin.

You gently shake your head, shoving another bite of funnel cake into your mouth, “don’t need one.”

He laughs. You look like a stubborn child learning what sugar is for the first time, “you’re gonna get all sticky,” he says, a big grin enveloping his face, your eagerness for the sweetness of the battered dough reminds him of Sarah’s sweet tooth. God, you’re cute – it makes him wish she was with you both tonight.

Well, that is until he notices it. It’s subtle, but it’s there – a sprinkling of powdered sugar on your cheek and exposed chest.

He knows this is a family event, but he wants to do anything but PG-rated things with you right now.

He stares at the white dust on your skin until your voice catches his attention again.

“Maybe I want to be sticky,” you reply, “gives you more to lick off of me later.”

And fuck, if that doesn’t turn him on.

The thought of his tongue on you sends a flood of impure thoughts to his brain; much like the ones he had when you first showed up at his door, covered in remnants of flour, all sugar and sweetness.

He knows now.

You may be sugar, but fuck, if you haven’t got some spice in you, too.

+++

As you stroll, your eyes grow wide when you see it; a yellow wooden sign with the words “bobbing for apples” in Comic Sans engraved into it.

“Ah! Joel! Bobbing for apples! I haven’t done that since I was a kid – we have to do it!” you say, your voice is a little too eager and a little too high-pitched, but the childlike wonder on your face is all the convincing that Joel needs. He might not admit it, but he’d give you anything you want. You reach out for his hand, and he takes it, letting you lead the way.

You and Joel make your way up to the station, and a fair worker in an apron and a straw hat shouts to the crowd, “Come one, come all! Test your skills at an apple grab; the winner gets a prize,” his voice is low in octave but loud enough like he’s speaking through a megaphone.

A line of fair-goers of all ages quickly forms around the barrels filled with water and apples, and you look at Joel with eager eyes as you step up to yours.

The rules of the game were explained by the worker with a chuckle, “Alright, folks, no hands, just your teeth. Lean in, and bob for an apple, and what you catch is yours to keep plus a prize from the booth to the right.”

“You sure about this, sweetheart? You’re gonna get all wet,” Joel asks, probably just a smidge too concerned about your well-being considering it’s just bobbing for apples.

“You gonna act like you don’t know that I’ve been wet this entire night?” you say, not waiting to hear his response as the worker calls out a loud “GO!”

Giggles and cheers fill the air as you and your fellow participants lean over the barrel. Your face disappears into the water; your competitiveness in overdrive – edging yourself deeper and deeper into the water; so far that your shirt gets soaked. You don’t care, though, and you gleam from satisfaction as you resurface with a gleaming red apple held triumphantly between your teeth.

The crowd erupts in applause at your efforts, and Joel stands watching you with his hands on his hips, a smile plastered on his face. As his gaze drops from the apple in your mouth, he notices the wetness of your shirt and shit, you’re positively drenched.

It takes Joel all of .0002 seconds to notice the silhouette of your nipples peeking out from your shirt, the goosebumps littering your skin, and the tail ends of your hair wet and starting to curl under the weight of the water.

You drop the apple from your teeth and catch it in your palm. “Well, well…looks like you’re on a date with a prize-winnin’ apple picker. Feeling lucky yet?” you tort, attempting to flirt through the uncomfortable press of the damp fabric on your skin.

“Sweetheart, I’ve seen that mouth in action, I already knew you were going to win,” he says, “but you know I’d never thought I’d see the day…” he trails off.

“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly confused.

“Never thought I’d see the day that I was jealous of a fuckin’ Red Delicious apple,” he says, humor behind his voice, “s’ashame I wasn’t the one you were bobbin’ for in that barrel.”

“Listen, if you want to get wet and let me put you in my mouth, I am more than happy to accommodate,” you reply back, your voice flirty and suggestive.

Joel doesn’t respond, but you see him palm himself through the denim of his jeans at your suggestion, interjecting his thoughts.

You can’t hide the shivers that take over your body from the chill of the night air and the wetness of your clothing.

“C’mere, baby, you’re freezin’,” he says, brow furrowed, and arms wide open stretched out to you, beckoning you into his large arms. You take a step forward and step into his brace, letting yourself melt into the warmth of his arms and the aroma of his natural scent.

You stand there, wet in more ways than one, and let him hold you. Your arms wrap around his thick middle, and he rubs up and down your back with both palms in an attempt to warm you up. He releases you momentarily before saying, “Here, take this.”

You step away from him for a second, giving him space to slip off the flannel he’s wearing, revealing nothing but a white t-shirt underneath; the little tufts of hair peeking out through the collar of his shirt almost send you into a tailspin.

He holds the flannel open by the collar to face you, encouraging you to put it on. You turn your back to him, allowing him the privilege of holding it as you slip your arms into the sleeves. The fabric of the shirt is warm from his skin, and the moment you put it on you’re flooded with the smell embedded deep within the fibers; all musk, whiskey, cinnamon, wood, and Joel.

“Come on, now, you little bobbin’ minx, let’s go get you your prize,” he says, tilting his head to the prize booth. You grab his hand and let him lead the way this time.

You and Joel make your way to the prize booth, the smell of kettle corn invades your senses; sure, you were already stuffed with funnel cake and your dinner, but the sweet aroma makes your mouth water. Or maybe it’s just Joel, you’re not quite sure, but you don’t really care.

In the small structure of the prize booth, the shelves were adorned with a colorful array of stuffed animals of all sizes, trinkets, and games. You carefully assess your prize options while the attendant tries to convince you that of all of the random assortment of prizes, you absolutely need the goldfish. Right.

You look over the options in front of you for what feels like a good ten minutes before the attendant not so subtly grows tired of your indecision. You sigh. You decide on a small puppy dog with beady plastic brown eyes, and you nod in thanks as he hands it to you, and you and Joel walk away from the booth.

“Had a tough time decidin’ there, didn’t ya, sweetheart?” Joel asks, not really questioning.

“Well, to be honest, none of the prizes were really appealing to me,” you respond, playing with the fluffy ears of the stuffed plush in your hands. “I only picked this one because I thought Sarah might like it,” you say. Your consideration for Sarah, and your accepting demeanor to her, warms Joel’s heart.

“But I can think of one I’d really like to claim,” you say, catching his gaze. You see his jaw clench at your words.

“Oh yeah? And that would be..?”

“You,” the word comes out breathy.

You both stop walking and the crunch of the dirt under his boots and the distant sounds of the fair in the background all but freeze as you stand there, seemingly paused in your own little private moment.

“Take me home, Joel,” you say, planting your palm on his broad chest and stepping closer to him, your chest nearly flush against his. His hands skate down to your waist, and he closes the gap between your bodies, holding you close enough that you feel the growing bulge between his thighs.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, leaning down, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

And it’s sweet.

Just like the funnel cake.

And just like he thinks you are.

But you have other plans for him tonight.

And he has the same for you.

+++

You and Joel make your way out of the fairgrounds and to the lot where Joel parked his truck.

Still wearing his flannel, the stuffed puppy dog intertwined between your crossed arms, you wait for him to open the passenger side door. You all but eye fuck him as he reaches into the depth of the front pocket of his jeans and grabs his keys. He unlocks the door, and opens it for you; offering you a hand to help guide you in.

“Always such a gentleman,” you say, placing your hand in his, accepting his offer, using the strength of his arm to help lift yourself into the bed of the truck.

Joel rounds around the front of the vehicle, unlocks the driver’s side door, and slides in. He turns the key in the ignition and the engine rumbles to life and the radio turns on, “Come a Little Closer” by Dierks Bentley plays over the speakers.

Deciding to take a note from the lyrics, you don’t bother to buckle yourself into the passenger seat, and instead slide over into the middle seat of the truck, positioning yourself tightly against Joel’s side. You lace your arm through the underside of his and interlock them, your hand curls around his firm bicep. You lean your head into his shoulder, and close your eyes, taking a moment to bask in the solitude of the strong man beneath you.

He looks down at you for a moment – god, he could get used to this. He dwells on the thought for a moment longer and then begins to drive away.

You’re clinging to him and you both ride like that in an easy silence, apart from the faint music and the hum of his truck. It has been so long since you felt so content, so at peace with the moment and yourself; not worried about work or life, or anything. It was just you and Joel, and you like it that way.

Nearly back to your house, and your shared neighborhood, you let your left hand wander on the expanse of his thigh. The time for sweetness is over. The events of the night, your combined obvious want, and the flirtatious taunts catch up with you.

Joel keeps his eyes on the road, but you don’t miss the way his grip on the steering wheel tightens as your hand makes its way closer to his belt buckle. You begin to toy with the cool metal there, and his large palm comes down to cup yours.

“We’re almost home,” he says, holding your hand tight against his stiffening cock, not letting you move. “But I want to feel you now,” you whine.

“I know, baby, I know you wanna get your hands on this cock, and I would like nothing more,” he says, “but you’re gonna have to be patient, we only have a few more minutes until we’re there.”

“And why do I have to be patient, neighbor?” you ask, pulling your hand away, slightly keyed up. Greedy. Horny.

“Because I wanna give that needy little pussy the attention she deserves,” he says, “and because once I get started, I know ‘m not gonna be able to stop.”

“And neighbor ain’t gonna be what you’ll be calling me,” he says roughly, “I’ll fuckin’ make sure of that, sweetheart.”

He takes a turn and pulls into your neighborhood. You catch a glimpse of Mrs. Morrison taking out her trash. She glares at you in disapproval as you drive past in Joel’s truck.

You sometimes wonder what your neighbors might think; a pretty little young thing like you, the youngest daughter of their good friends, a.k.a your parents, hanging out with the older, single-father neighbor across the way.

But truthfully, you don’t really give a fuck.

+++

Joel pulls up into your driveway, the engine purrs softly before falling silent. You both pause in silence.

Joel turns to you, a smirk on his lips “We’re here,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of invite me in behind his voice.

You glance out the window, your house bathed in the soft glow of your porch light. You turn back to Joel and say “Thank you for tonight, I really had a fun time. But to be honest, I just realized I never got to thank you properly…”

Joel looks at you and something dark flickers in his gaze. “And what would you need to be thankin’ me for, sweetheart?” As if he didn’t know.

“For the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Come in and I’ll return the favor,” you say, conjuring your sultriest voice, knowing he doesn’t need an invitation.

You step out of the truck, and the night air is cool, a gentle breeze whispers through your hair; your features are illuminated by the street lights in your neighborhood, and the warm glow casts an inviting aura around you. Joel appears at your side of the truck and helps you exit.

The gravel under your feet crunches as you walk toward the front porch; the air is charged with electricity, a livewire, a magnetic pull drawing your bodies together.

The porch light by your door casts a warm yellow glow on your faces. You pause at the front of the step and reach for your house keys in your purse. Your porch swing sways gently in the breeze, its rhythmic creaking adding to the undertone of the moment.

You insert the key into the lock, but before you can fully turn the doorknob to open the door, Joel already has his large palm on yours, opening the door, pushing you through the door frame and into your house, his hands cradling your face before he crashes his plush lips into yours.

The second you’re both fully in your house, Joel's hands are on the hem of your shirt, silently begging for you to take it off. You let him work on getting you topless, meanwhile, your hands are hastily working to undo his belt buckle, the excitement of finally being able to touch him and him not being able to stop touching you has you worked up. Joel presses his thighs together against yours, drawing little moans from you while he nips at your neck.

As much as he is trying to distract you, he’s no match for your determination. In record-breaking time you have his buckle undone and the zipper of his jeans is down; you gracefully fall to your knees before him, tugging his pants and his boxers down with you to the floor. Joel’s cock releases from the confines of his clothing and slaps against his tummy, leaving a little trail of pre-cum in its wake. You already knew he was big, but having him in full view makes you realize just how big he really is.

You lick your lips and reach out to grab his thick cock, affectionately kissing the tip of it; you run your tongue through the slit, lapping up the salty pre-cum that drips out before you circle your tongue along the underside of his head. You let your jaw go slack, and you begin to dip down on his length; a gurgling sound escapes your lips as you pull back up again. You do this a few times before letting his hard cock fall from your lips, now puffy and coated in saliva, some of it dribbling past your chin.

You pull off momentarily and smile up at Joel. He thinks you look far too sweet and innocent for someone who is absolutely taking his cock deep in your throat like a champ. He intertwines his fingers through your hair and groans, before gently urging you back down onto his length.

“Fuck, sweetheart – can’t tell you how long I’ve been thinking about having that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock,” he says slightly breathless.

The thought of him thinking about you goes straight to your core and makes you want to mouth fuck him harder.

You wrap your lips around him again, and he thrusts his hips to glide himself inside of your mouth to the back of your throat.

He begins to pick up his pace, holding your head steady by your hair as he fucks into your throat, pressing deeper and deeper until spit pools at the corners of your mouth and slight tears form in the creases of your eyes. He presses you down onto him until your lips are wrapped around the base of him and the course hairs that reside there. You’re drowning in the taste of him, hardly able to breathe, but you don’t care; you want him to chase his high, to use your mouth for his own pleasure. He made you come harder than anyone ever has before; this was the least you could do for him.

“Jesus – look at you, pretty girl, fuck you feel so good wrapped around me,” he grits out, “takin’ it so well, baby.”

His words go straight to your cunt, the ache now insufferable.

You begin to work him harder with your tongue, struggling for air, and he inches closer to the back of your throat and you begin to gag. Joel pulls out, not wanting to hurt you, and a strand of saliva trails between your lips and his cock. You blink back tears and look up at him, your mascara now a mess on your face, and your eyes glossy.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, his brow furrowed in concern.

You swallow, and reach up to wipe a tear from your cheek. You are okay. More than okay. “Peachy. I'm relieved I finally got to return the favor,” you hum, standing to rise to meet his face.

He wraps his hands around your waist, and pulls you tight against the front of his body; you feel the warmth of his tummy, the hardness of his cock, and the strength of his back behind your grip and it makes your legs turn to Jell-O. Fuck, you need him.

Joel kisses you for a moment, before pulling away and bringing his lips to your ear “Gonna fuck you now, sweet girl.”

You feel your stomach swoop and your folds tingle; you have thought about this moment for so long and you yearn for the stretch of him; to know what it’s like to be filled to the brim with Joel fucking Miller.

He kicks off his boots, steps out of the clothing bunched around his ankles, and takes your hand to follow you down the hallway into your bedroom.

Part of him wants to take his time; to make you feel good, to taste you again, and feel you come and come on his fingers. Part of him wants to shuck down your jeans and put your pretty pussy in his face.

Joel doesn’t particularly think of himself as a selfish man, but he has waited patiently, and he needs you. Now.

As much as he wants the taste of you on his lips, the part of him that wants to shove himself into your addictive cunt until you forget your name until you forget every other name except for his is the dominant one right now.

Once in the bedroom, he crowds you back until the back of your calves meet the edge of your mattress. He grabs both of your hips in a bruising grip and pulls you tight against his chest, his hips grinding into yours, and you lean your face up to kiss him. You think he might kiss you, but instead, he ghosts your lips and leans forward until your back meets the soft fabric of the mattress with an oof, and he’s on top of you.

He grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. His grip on you is firm, yet gentle. You’ve seen his brute strength in action and the fact that he could overpower you sends a shiver to your clit.

“So beautiful, darlin’ – you know that?” he kisses your nose and trails a slew of them down your cheek, jaw, chin, and neck. Once at the nape of your neck, he nibbles on your earlobe and whispers “You ready for me, sweetheart?” his breath is heavy in your ear.

You can’t nod fast enough in agreement.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he practically purrs the question.

You want nothing more than to be a good girl for Joel. You nod almost aggressively to make up for the fact that you’re unable to construct a single sentence right now.

He lets out a satisfied moan and drops his grip on your wrists, and drags his heavy hands down your body to the center of your jeans and undoes the button of your pants, and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of both your jeans and your panties and pulls them down in one fell swoop.

He dips down to place a delicate kiss to your tummy and lets the weight of his head rest on the softness of you. He inhales deeply, the aroma of your perfume comforts him, and he fights the urge to dip his face lower and bury himself in your pussy.

You drop both of your hands and grab his head, your fingers carding through his hair, and he groans.

“Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me,” he says, not really questioning.

“I am being a good girl,” you respond back, not really sure what prompted his statement.

“Maybe I wasn’t clear enough the first time. When I put you in a position, I want you to stay there, until I say you can move. Got it?”

And holy fuck, bossy Joel turns you on.

You only hum in response.

“Need you to use your words, sweet girl. Answer me, or I’ll make you,” he says, voice low, his head closer to your center now, almost to exactly where you need him but not quite.

“Ye - ah, yes, fuck I understand,” sending all of your energy to string the words together.

He hums in acknowledgment and pushes your hands back up overhead, telling you to keep them there, and only to touch him when he says you can. When he releases your hands and sees that your arms stay put, he rasps out a “good girl.”

He then reaches down and notches his tip at your entrance, and drags the weight of his thick cock through your glistening folds.

“Mmmm so fuckin’ wet, this all for me?”

“All for you, J-oel,” you’re trembling, desperate to feel him deep inside you.

He pauses momentarily, only the tip of him inside you, and god, it’s such a tease.

You know it’ll sting, but you want him to just fucking bury every inch of himself inside of you. You don’t care about the pain; you crave the stretch of him.

“Joel – ah, need more,” you moan, “need all of you.”

“You sure, sweetheart? I ‘don wanna hurt you,” he says, once again concerned about you.

“Joel, I want you to fucking wreck me. Need you to move, please.”

After your plea, he obliges. You feel every inch of him, the way he throbs inside of you, and the tip of his head drags against the spongey spot inside of you.

Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to move in and out of you, he feels so fucking good, and you’re so perfectly full.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and gruff, still continuing to saw in and out of you. ‘’Want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

And his words are like music to your fucking ears. He’s the perfect balance of gentleman and fucking filth.

He brings a hand down to circle your clit, and with the added sensation you’re not far off from your orgasm. You can feel it growing in your stomach with every circle of his thumb and every thrust of his cock. You open your mouth, your jaw slack, and you begin to moan.

“Fuck, baby – you shouldn��t open your mouth like that,” he moans.

“And – fuckkkk, why not?” You respond back, breathless from each of his thrusts.

“Just a reminder of another hole I need to use,” he responds, and then gruffly says “Open,” while pressing his thumb and index finger into your jaw, holding you in place.

You do as he says, and he spits into your mouth. Your eyes wide as saucers. It’s hot, dirty, filthy.

“Taste how perfect we are together, baby” he says, still pounding into you and circling your clit.

His words send you into fucking oblivion, and you’re gone. Your vision goes white, and despite his order to keep your eyes open, your eyes fall closed and he fucks you through your orgasm.

Your tight, slick walls pulse and squeeze around him. His hands squeeze your hips, his fingertips bruising your skin as he rocks your limp and shaky body against his cock, chasing his own orgasm.

Not long after you’ve come, he’s finishing too. He fucks into you at an erratic pace and then shoots his seed deep into your cunt.

“Fuckkk, baby” – he trails off, letting the final spurts of his cum paint your walls.

You let out a sigh, and once again drop your hands to his head, intertwining your hands with the hair behind his head.

You both lay there in your fucked out bliss and then he pulls out of you, taking a dribble of his cum with him, a glob of it landing on your thigh.

You’ve never felt so satisfied, to be laying there, content and full of Joel Miller.

He rolls over onto his side and puts his hand on his chest.

“Shit, baby. You’re perfect,” he says. “I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough of you.”

You hum in delight and roll over onto his chest, melting into him.

“You in the mood for some cookies?” you ask, and he grins in response.

He hit the fucking lottery with you.

END

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pwr3tties · 11 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔* COUCHES ! - ,,

includes: sae

warnings: slight angst with comfort, fem! reader, grammar errors, fluff, arguments, over 400 words and lowercase intended!

a/n: hello, it's me again, this is a pretty popular prompt, so i thought i’d try it! if you want a part 2, comment or message me with what character(s) you want, and ill try to make it!!

SAE — ‘you sleep on the couch ’

after the heated argument between your boyfriend and yourself, it was no surprise that one of you had to leave the house, or your neighbours might have called the cops to check on the two of you.

papers were scattered across the lounge, shattered glass and the match of sae’s soon-to-be opponents, which quickly became background noise due to the screaming match between sae and yourself. sae, being the petty man he is, left the house with a slam of the door, leaving you with nothing but your quiet sobs and the mess that was made during the dispute.

scanning the house, you began to pick up the shards of glass to prevent anyone from getting hurt, and by the time everywhere was tidied up, it had just reached 11 PM, and there was still no sign of sae. although the two of you had fought, that didn't mean you had no sympathy left in your heart.

reaching for your phone, you dialled his number as it rang once, twice, then thrice and soon went to his voicemail which was still set to default because he thought, “telling someone you’re not there when they already know is irrelevant.”

and after your 5th attempt, you gave up and quickly showered, then grabbed a few pillows and blankets, making a nice bed on the couch. the clock ticked 12:17 as the door creaked open, scared to wake you. sae slid off his sneakers as he tiptoed upstairs into the shower, hoping to get at least 8 hours of sleep before waking up for his morning jog.

around 12:50, sae finally infiltrated your shared bedroom and slipped into bed, rubbing the back of a pillow, which you were supposed to be. once sae realized there was no other form of life in the room, he rushed downstairs to where you were fast asleep with your mouth slightly parted as the moon hues hit your face ever so gently.

sae couldn’t help but admire you as he lifted you from your spot on the couch, carrying you up to your rightful place on the bed beside him. squirming, you fluttered your eyes open as sae plopped you on the mattress laying beside you. “sae? what are you doing?” you groaned, rubbing the sleep out your eye to see your boyfriend who had his face stuffed into your neck.

“sleeping..” he muttered softly, “that's what you should be doing.”

“I was until you brought me upstairs against my will,”

“just go back to bed, i have to wake up in a few hours.” sae groaned, fixing his position and squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“did you forget how you not only walked out on me but also listed ten different ways on how I'm ‘insufferable’?” you scoffed, gently pushing sae away.

“no,” he grumbled, slightly getting up.

“then what are you supposed to say?” amused by his behaviour, you settled your weight onto your arm, getting a better view of him. “‘m sorry, k. it was messed up of me to push you out when all you wanted to do was to care for me and help me to relax, i know im a horrible boyfriend, i might even be the worst one ever to exist, but please let me have this right now, my love.”

“who are you, and what have you done to my boyfriend?” you chuckled, ruffling his hair. “it's all me, promise. Now can we go to bed and talk about this in the morning like reasonable adults?”

“of course,

my big baby.” was the last thing you small while placing a kiss on his forehead and slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms.

word count: 528

a/n: hihihi, i was going to add more characters but i got lazy and decided you guys needed a post so yeah but pls moot me, im boreddd!! 😁😄😀😕🙁☹️😢😭

#blue lock x reader angst #blue lock #bllk sae #bllk x y/n #bllk fluff #bllk angst #bllk headcanons #bllk crack #fypforyou #anime #pwr3tties #pwr3tties writes #angst to fluff #angst to comfort

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xoioel · 3 months

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EXCUSE ME DO U WRITE FOR XG???? can i pretty pls request something w mean dom gp!jurin??? there's literally no content for her it's insane she's so hot 😭😭🫦🫦🫦

BAD IDEA

parings: Jurin x 8th! Member Reader

genre: SMUT and Fluff

warnings: SMUT, mommy kink, semi-public sex, fingering, creampie, spanking, crying, overstimulation, edging, humiliation, mirror sex

synopsis: You never know when enough is enough and Jurin teaches you a lesson ;)

authors note; jurin is so sexy, i just want her to use me till i pass out. I made sure jurin was just evil and her not giving 1 fuck about things… sorry this is like so late!! also ive been looking for some xg moots on here too

see you tonight, its a bad idea right?—

It was a Saturday evening and all of the girls decided to play truth or dare. The game was going smoothly until Chisa asked a question that made you reget even playing the game in the first place. “N/n, truth or dare” Chisa asks you, and since youve picked dare a few times already you decided to pick truth. “Is it true that your the top and Jurins the bottom of the relationship” Chisa questions you and you could just feel Jurins eyes buring into you.

It was either you admitting your a bottom or admitting Jurins a bottom which was a hard choice because your a switch but sub leaning and shes fully a top so it was difficult. “Yes,” Thats all you said which left everyone confused. “Yes what? Your a top or a bottom” Harvey says to you. “Im a top” You could just see that Jurin was pissed. She knew that was a lie and you did too. “I would of never thought that Y/n is a top” Juria said as everyone agreed but Jurin. She just stayed silent but nobody questioned her silence at all.

“Cocona! true or dare?” Jurin says to change the topic. “dare.. i guess” She says as she’s second guessing herself. “i dare you to do a one breath challenge” Jurin replied as Cocona prepared herself to do the challenge. She lasted about 1 minute before backing out.

The game continued for another 20 minutes before everyone basically said everything before everyone agreed that the game should come to a end. “Guys what should we eat for dinner?” Chisa said. As everyone suggests something that they would like to eat, Jurin gets up and sits next to you instead of her sitting across from you.

“Just know that Ive had enough with the act youve been pulling.” Jurin whispered in your ear before going to scroll on TikTok. You stopped breathing for a second to process what she just said. But you know exactly what shes talking about too, how for the past week youve been testing her.

How you would would flirt with the other members right infront of her. When practicing you would wear either very short shorts or very very tight shirts just to show your tits. And you did that just to see her reaction. And she never did anything to you since you all had to preform the day after so she just told you to stop and you would give her the same answer everytime.

“N/n what should we eat.” Cocona said since you always have the best ideas which took you out of your thoughts: “Maybe we should have pizza and hot wings with whatever else you want to eat” You replied. “Yeah we should have that for dinner” Juria added before they all agreed on who would go and get the food.

Cocona, Harvey, Hinata and Maya all went to get food, which left Jurin, Chisa, Juria and you in the dorm. You got up to go get something to drink but you where quickly pulled back down to sit on the couch. “What was that for?!” You say raising your voice at Jurin.

“Dont yell at me,” She said, “Why not!!”

You snatch your hand from Jurin’s grip before getting up to go into your room that is shared with her. You hear foot steps behind you signaling that she’s following you.You opened the door and in seconds, Jurin has you pinned to the back of the door. Her long fingers grab your ass and your tits as you bite your lip trying not to moan.

You only hesitate and become aware of your action when you hear Jurin sigh in your ear. She’s told you time and time again not to hide yourself from her, and you shouldn’t be testing her patience right now. “Y/n. So you think you can talk to me in that tone?” She questioned you. “N-No I-“ You couldn’t even speak since you finally realized your mistake, you’ve pushed the limits and now karma is coming back to you.

She crashes your lips onto hers as you hands go into you hair, pulling and tugging at it. Your whining and moaning into the harsh kiss as Jurin bites your lip to push her tongue in your mouth. A few seconds you pulled back to get some air. “Sit infront of the mirror. Now.” Jurin said to you in a very demanding tone.

You sat in front of the glowing floor mirror patiently waiting for her. “You better be undressed when I come back,” Jurin says before leaving the room. You began to undress and you were dripping wet. You never realized how turned on you were just from Jurin making out with you. So you began to slowly touch yourself.

You put your hand over your mouth to silence your moans since you didnt know when Jurin was going to come back. Getting close to your orgasm your moans start to get significantly louder as you cum all over the floor as you didnt even notice that Jurin walked into the room and sat down behind you. Thats when you feel someone grabbing your wrist making you whine from the lack of your fingers. “So have you forgotten about the rules, Y/n? Because i think i need to reteach them to you” Jurin questions you.

“I haven’t forgotten..” You replied to her looking down at the floor. She didnt like that you weren’t looking at her. Thats when you feel a vibrator turn on and its directly on your clit. “Jurin.. please-” You moan out. “Look at me as i make you a mess, you slut,” She says forcing you to keep eye contact with her through the mirror. She grabbed your right hand and made you hold the vibrator on your clit.

Jurin begins to pump her fingers in and out of your needy cunt, each thrust punctuated by the wet squelch of your gratuitous arousal. Heat spreads under your skin under her thorough exploration of your narrow, saturated channel, gingera curling to meticulously stroke a spot that has you gasping her name. Legs slowly began to shake since you haven’t got to calm down from the orgasm you just had.

Your hand quickly cover your mouth from your porn like moans. She removed her hands from your cunt for a second, “I want to hear your pretty moans,” She whispered in your ear before you removed your hand from your mouth.

And the moment you do, Jurin decides to put the vibrator on the highest speed and you can feel yourself on the verge to cum. “Mommy~ i-im gonna cum!!” You whine out to her. You didnt even realize that you called her mommy, Jurin had expressed that she had a mommy kink a few weeks ago and you never used the term until just now.

“Fuck—soon, m’ gonna—” You croak, scratching your nails into Jurin’s thighd and the pain makes her groan against your back. “p-please, please oh my god i’m gonna cum, please—” You cry to Jurin.

Thats when she turned the vibrator off and took her fingers out of you. Whining from the lack of sensation. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” Jurin says into your ear. “Y-yes..” You say as she turns back on the vibrator and went back to fingering you.

Even after Jurin stopped for a few moments, you continue to twitch and whine under her touch, squirming from the sensation. “F-fuck Jurin, fuck m’ so, hngh!” You groan, “Please, more, s-so good.”

Jurin’s lips detach from your marked-up neck and you mutter against her skin, “You sound so pretty for me, what a good girl.” Her voice is hot against your skin, yet it makes you shiver.

Your panting gets heavier and now your reaching your climax again not so long after your first. She thrust in and out again, circling her thumb on your clit and one last pump pushes air out of your chest; you cum all over Jurin’s fingers and vibrator once again.

instead of giving her a little break, your fingers continue to thrust in and out. she’s overwhelmed and still trying to recover, but you don’t give her a chance. with the added stimulus of you sucking on her tit, with your free hand that isn’t fingering her massaging and pinching the other breast, her vision starts to blur again. “f-fuck, baby w-wait, ngh— so much—” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. “p-please w-wait,”

"Mommy! I-Its t-too much" She ignored you but kept going faster having you cum in no time. But anyways she kept going not stopping one bit, leaving you overstimulated.

"I c-cant take it anymore~" You whine at her. "You can and you will. Shut up and keep still." Jurin spits out as youve reached your third orgasm in a row and she finally stopped. She gave you a sloppy kiss and said "That was just the beginning. Don't you think you deserve a punishment for lying to me?”

She didn't like what happened earlier, not one bit. Her brown eyes narrow as she pins you beanth she, her cock teasing your entrance. "Think you're cute huh? Telling the girls that you can top me? because it seems to me you on getting dicked down right?" You try to explain yourself but before you can speak, Jurin pushes her hips forward, entering you fully.

A gasp escape your lips, eyes rolling at the back of your head as she starts to thrust fast. Her cock slides in and out of you, her hands gripping onto your hips, lips marking your neck, you're her and only her. That's what she showing you now.

"Levi! Mhhhh why are you mad?" Your hips buck slightly as he fucks hard into you, hands gripping his hair. It's clear that he is pissed, she doesn't know at who she is and more exactly.

"Shut up, you know what you fucking did." She mumbles leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw, his hands go down to your thighs spreading you wider for him as his hips snap into you. Those gray eyes of his stare at your face, your mouth is wide open, moans of her name fill the room. "That's right, hear that? My name off your lips, but im a bottom right y/n” She questions you.

Her voice is at a higher tone but is still very harsh, Jurin doesn't let many things go to her but even the slightest thought of you lying to the girls about something you both know isn’t true and right to her face makes her blood boil. She moves his hips even faster which makes your hands go to his back, nails digging into his skin. Smacking your ass when you realized you didn’t reply to her. But you know better to not answer her.

"Fuuuck....y-your not a not a bottom" You say moaning loudly. She isn't goiong easy on you but you love every second of it, especially when she gets possessive. "Yeah? You love this don't you? Getting fucked like the naughty girl you are." She takes your jaw into her hands and opens your mouth spitting in it, your eyes go wide slightly.

"Swallow." You do as she says, swallowing her spit as her cock thrusts roughly into you. "That's my good girl." There's a slight spark in her eyes, she loves seeing you this way. Loves making you moan over and over again.

Your pussy starts to clench around her dick, a burning sensation start to build up in your navel, you're close and by the look on Jurins face, she knows it too. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna show me who owns you?"

You nod your head, your nails draghing down his back leaving scratches behind. Jurin starts to fuck you ruthlessly, her cock pushing deep into you making you sure you feel all of it. Her thruths are unforgiving as she feels your warm and tight walls clamp down on her.

"Cum all over my dick." She demands, her tone as of when she uses her leader card. "Cuming Jurin....shit...." Your back arches and you cum all over her making her cum together with you. Her head falls onto your shoulder and she bites, leaving another mark behind as proof that you're hers, her cum fills you up.

Panting you groan feeling her teeth on your skin. "Ow....it hurts Jurin.." Jurin pulls back, a string of salvia connecting her lips to your shoulder. "Good, now..."

Jurin switches the position, her cock still inside of you, she rolls your bodies so that your on top of her, she is still hard inside of you. "You better ride my cock, show me that you're my bitch,"

You turn you head and kiss her on the lips before you starts to move your hips on top her. Jurin grabs your ass as you ride her, moaning into your mouth while your tongues dance with each other.

The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping as your body moves on top of hers. Pulling back from the kiss, you lean back enjoying the feeling of her inside of you but Jurin doesn't like the pace so she takes your hips into her hands and starts to fuck up hard into you.

"Mhhh yes! Harder! Mommy!" You beg for her but she instead stops moving, cockwarming you. "Do you think you deserve it? You don't...." Her eyes rest on your beautiful breasts. "...but because your pussy feels too good, I'll give you what you want." She restarts her fast pace, your tits bounce with her rough thruths.

"Mine...Mine...Your're fucking mine." Her hips snap faster and faster, her cock pushing deeper into you. Despite the fact that you're on top, it's clear that Jurin is the one who is in control, she pulls you against her body, your back and her tits are pressing together.

You move your hips in sync with hers, her lips passionately kissing your own. She into your mouth, her cock twitching inside of you. Jurin stops you from moving, grips your hips even harder and starts to move in and out of you in a relentless pace.

"Oooh~ Mommyy!" Your back arches as your feeling her hit your cervix with her hard thrusts. "My pretty girl, my little slut, say your mine," Her cock hits your sweet spot repeatedly making you almost scream her name. "Yours Jurin, I am yours!!" Jurin pushes your legs apart, her hips snap brutally against yours. Her hand reached down to tease your clit.

"Do you think another woman can make you feel like this huh? Can they make you this wet and desperate?" Tears starts to roll down your face from the intsese pleasure your feeling as your stomach starts to feel tight. “Ohh! im cumming!”

You squirt all over her and Jurin began to play with your clit even harder as she feels herself cumming. Your hands grip Jurins thighs tightly, she leaves a couple of hickeys on your neck as her cum fills you to the brim.

After she is done coming, her head falls on top of yours and she breaths heavily. "Don't pull another fucking stunt again or I'll make you cum twice as much next time.." Jurin whispered into your ear before you both hear the front door close and voices fill up the house…

“Oh? the girls are back, how would you like them to see you like this,” Jurin says to you. “Them seeing you all fucked out by me” She continued as she ever so slightly thrusted up. “Dont do that,” You say as you try to get off of her cock.

Looking the mirror you see the amount of marks Jurin left of you. Fuck. Thats all you think as you now as you told them you were the top and you look most definitely not top looking. “Why did you leave so many marks..” You ask Jurin as you go and put on some different clothes.

“You look so much like a top now, pretty” She said very sarcastically. You flip her off as she starts to laugh at you. Knock. Knock. “The foods here”

#valeriaa writes☆#xg x reader #xg jurin #xg smut #asaya jurin #jurin smut #jurin x reader #jurin x fem reader

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estrellami-1 · 9 months

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Weiter prompt: fluffy platonic Stobin pls & thank you

Literally a month later and I still have so many more of these (mainly from you lmao thanks babe)… we’ll see how many I can churn out!

Also I should probably be sleeping right now. I’m not. Also I should work on “If I Should Stay” sooner rather than later because I’m running kinda low on prewritten parts but ADHD has decided the deadline is not close enough yet.

Anyways… I hope you enjoy! ❤️

“Tammy Thompson,” Robin had whispered, high on Russian drugs and shaking. Terrified and brave.

Steve doesn’t understand how she just said the words. He’s choking on them now, on any words at all.

He’d dragged her into his bathroom as soon as she’d gotten to his house. It seemed fitting, and Robin hadn’t seemed to mind. But now his ass is going numb, and his leg is cramping, and his heart is going crazy, and he can’t look at Robin.

“Okay,” she finally murmurs. “C’mon, come sit next to me. Clearly you can’t look at me for whatever you have to say.” She manhandles him over against the wall and sits next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder. She grabs his hand and squeezes it, and he squeezes back.

He finally finds words. “Y’know Bowie?”

“Yeah.”

It takes her a second, but she’s smart—a genius, really—so it isn’t long before she’s pulling him into a hug. “Thanks for telling me,” she whispers, then sits back and looks at him with a huge grin. “So?”

He frowns. “What?”

“Who is it?”

Steve groans, puts his head in his hands. “You’re gonna tease me.”

“Only a little,” Robin agrees, laughing.

He leans forward, rests his forehead against her shoulder. Loses tension in his own shoulders when she cards a hand through his hair. His next word is quiet. “Eddie.”

Her hand stutters, but doesn’t stop. “As in Munson? As in the kids’ Dungeon Master? As in the Freak of Hawkins High?”

“At least he can sing,” Steve grumbles, smiling when Robin squawks indignantly.

“Low blow, dingus,” she says, but her hand is still in Steve’s hair, so he knows it’s okay. “Tell me about him. Why?”

“I dunno, Robs. He’s just… so unashamed to be himself, y’know? I didn’t learn how to start doing that until I met Dustin. He’s so passionate about the things he likes and he’s really good with the kids.” He sighs. “And I know we’re probably completely incompatible and he’d never want me anyways, so it’s all a moot point.”

“I dunno,” Robin says thoughtfully. He leans back to look at her. “I mean, there’s that whole opposites attract thing for a reason, right? Like yin and yang. And I could see him being your yang. Passionate and excitable where you’re more even-keeled. He’s definitely the dad of the group, and I think I’ve actually heard Dustin call you mom before.”

Steve snickers. “He did. He was so embarrassed.”

“Beet-red, I know. He’s off in fantasy land half the time, and you need someone to transport you like that. And he needs someone practical to tell him when it’s time to land.” She shrugs a shoulder. “It’s not the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, at least.”

He leans his head against the wall and regards her. “I love you,” he says softly, and strangely enough this is when the tears come. He looks away, tries to wipe them quickly, but more come the second they’re gone and he knows it isn’t going to work, not when they’re already trailing down his cheeks.

She leans into him, gathering him close, putting his head back on her shoulder and wrapping both arms around him, squeezing. “I love you,” she whispers back. Doesn’t tell him to stop, that there’s no reason to cry, and he appreciates it.

“Thank you,” he finally murmurs, sniffling and leaning away, reaching for toilet paper so he can blow his nose.

“C’mon,” she says after he’s done, smiling wide and grabbing his hands, pulling him up. “Movie time. I have it on good authority that The Princess Bride is an excellent movie to watch after heartfelt confessions.”

Steve snorts. “Whose authority?”

“Mine.” She grins at him.

“Then I’m sure you’re right,” he agrees, chuckling. “Snacks? Chips? Popcorn? Ice cream?”

“All of the above,” she agrees with a nod. “I’ll get the movie started, you do the snacks?”

He snags her hand before she can walk away. He’s not ready to be alone, but he’s not sure he can say it. He pulls gently, not hard enough to sway her, but enough she knows his intention. She looks in his eyes, studies him, and nods. “Together,” she murmurs, tangling their fingers. Steve thinks he could cry again.

He walks into the kitchen instead, Robin by his side. They grab their snacks then make their way into the living room, where Robin proceeds to recite the entire movie. Steve attempts to throw popcorn in her mouth every time it opens wide enough.

The next day they have work. Robin doesn’t say anything, but gives him a look when she takes her break. He doesn’t understand it until the door opens less than a minute later and Edie walks in.

Steve realizes she must have seen him coming.

He’s never loved her more.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #y’all I love them #this was such a fun prompt #thank you my friend #eddie munson #kinda #eventual steddie #robins the GOAT #and Steve knows it #and she knows it #I hope you like this #if not… my excuse is it’s 2:45am #starambles

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vivwritesfics · 2 years

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Eddie Munson is a Really Overprotective Brother

Steve Harrington has a date with Y/N, the sister of Eddie 'the freak' Munson. Eddie 'the freak' Munson will do anything to protect his sister. In this one he follows her on her third date with Steve, how fun.

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STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!READER

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"Do you know Eddie Munson?"

At those words, Dustin's face paled. He had no doubt that Eddie and Steve had crossed paths at some point; they probably shared a few classes once upon a time. But Steve was an asshole back then. He either ignored Eddie or made fun of him for being a freak.

They were sat in Steve’s car together, driving to Mike's house. When it came to Eddie's campaigns the boys liked to be prepared for whatever he threw at them.

“I-yeah, why?” Was all Dustin could say to answer. This couldn’t be something good, he’d decided, just from the way Steve had said his name.

Steve’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “It’s just that I got a date with his sister. I need to know if I’ve got anything to worry about or not,” he said casually, but his hands were white, paler than usual.

Y/N Munson was Eddie’s little sister, although they were now in the same grade in school. She was the complete opposite of him; cute skirts, nice blouse. She wasn’t a freak like her brother, just a freak by association. Made to sit in on the DnD campaigns, reading quietly in the corner. Eddie would protect her with everything he had.

“How did you score a date with Y/N?” Asked Dustin, his eyebrows raised.

Steve shrugged. “She knows Robin. Anyway, should I be worried about her brother or not?”

Yeah, Steve should have been worried. Eddie was fiercely protective over her; he’d scared away several guys who had tried to ask her out. Rumor had it that Eddie had a list of approved men for her and it was blank. If he caught wind of her date with Steve, he’d hunt him down.

Dustin nodded. “You sure you want to go on a date with Y/N?”

“Yes Dustin,” Steve groaned. “Now, is Eddie gonna kill me or not?”

“Yeah, he’s gonna kill you.”

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Y/N loved her brother. She and Eddie never fought, no matter how different they were. He had been protecting her since they were kids. Someone pushed her on the playground and little Eddie would come running over to push them twice as hard. She grew up protected because of him.

“Getting ready for something?” Asked Eddie, leaning against the frame of her bedroom door. Their rooms were just across from each other in the trailer. He looked at Y/N sitting at her vanity, applying a light layer of eyeshadow.

Y/N looked at her brother and smiled. “Going to see Robin,” she answered. As much as she hated lying to her brother, it was sometimes necessary. She looked away from him as she told her lie, but Eddie clearly didn’t believe her. He looked at her for a full minute and turned away.

Eddie was a scary guy, Y/N knew that. She also knew that guys tended to avoid her because of him and his protective ways. But all he said was, “stay safe, okay?” And left her room. No grilling, no interrogations to try and see who it was.

As strange as it was, Y/N let it go. It was a relief, not to be stuck under eddies spotlight as he asked question after question about who she was really meeting and where they were going.

Of course, Y/N didn’t tell Steve to pick her up from the trailer park. She told him to park a little way down the road and marched her way down there, turning back every two seconds to make sure Eddie wasn’t following.

Her hopes was that he trusted her, but Y/N knew that wasn’t the case. Was her brother psycho enough to follow her on her date? She didn’t know.

The sight of Steve’s car brought a smile to her face. She almost started jogging, but kept a composure, a bounce in her step as she walked towards the car. “Hey,” she said through a grin as he pushed open the door for her.

Nobody knew but this was their third date. Both Y/N and Steve knew that, should this date go well, it would be the one that sealed the deal. Not sex, mind you (Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to contain her smile and Eddie would know something was up immediately), but Steve would ask her to officially be his.

As she climbed into the car Steve leaned over and kissed her cheek. “What’ve you got planned for us tonight, Stevie,” she whispered, smoothing out her skirt.

Steve was nervous for this one. He hadn’t gotten to the third date since Nancy, too busy looking after the kids, or easily finding something that would put him off by the end of the first date. But not with Y/N. In Steve's eyes already, she was perfect.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and started the ignition. “I was thinking we could catch a movie and then head to a diner or something.” Actually Steve had spent his week trying to think of which restaurant to take her to. He’d asked Robin for her opinion time after time, but he couldn’t find anything. So a movie and the diner it was.

Y/N hummed along to the radio, looking at the streetlights as they went past. She looked in the wing mirror, at the van driving behind them. Weird, that looked just like Eddie’s van.

Sitting up straight Y/N looked over at Steve with wide eyes. He spared her a glance, eyes quickly returning to the road. “What’s up?”

“Nothing! Nothing,” she said quickly and looked back in the mirror. Oh yeah, that was her brother alright. She didn’t know if he could see her, but she ducked down in her seat anyway.

The movie was nice, that was all Y/N knew by the end of it. She didn’t know anything about the plot or the characters, or even the title of the movie. She spent the entire thing looking at every seat, watching out for those long dark curls she knew so well. Thank God she and Steve were sitting at the back. The seatrest was up and she was cuddled into his side, eating the popcorn sitting in his lap.

She may have been clueless when it came to the movie, but being around Steve was enough. “I’m having a really nice time,” she said, her lips against his cheek. Steve's arm was around her, fingers dancing up and down her side. He looked down at her, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

A second later they were kissing, his tongue in her mouth. Steve was two seconds away from pulling her into his lap when Y/N pulled away. She settled back against him, her attention returning to the movie. But it didn’t return to the movie; spent the entire thing looking around for her brother.

After the movie Steve took her to the diner. It was just a short drive from the movie theatre, where Y/N tried to discuss with him the parts of the movie she had caught.

In no time at all they were in a booth in the diner, a plate of fries between them. They’d been talking and laughing, Dustin the current topic of conversation. “Actually,” Steve started and put down the glass of coke in his hands. “I, uh, these dates with you have been great,” he said. “And I wanna take things to the next level.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “What’re you–”

“Well, well, well.” A figure suddenly loomed over him. “What do we have here?”

Y/N’s head fell into her hands.

“Good to see you again, Robin. Oh wait.”

Eddie stood over them, grinning. “Move over, big boy,” he said and sat beside Steve in the booth. “Having a fun night?” He asked, looking over at his sister with his brows up. “Wanna tell me who this guy is, while you’re at it?”

“You followed me on my date?!”

“That’s what happens when you lie to me,” Eddie said and ate a fry.

Y/N leaned back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest. “What the hell, Eddie! What is wrong with you?!”

Scowling, Eddie leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "I'm just looking out for you," he said, his voice low. "Now, who is he?"

Steve held out his hand. "Steve Harrington," he said, trying to ease the tension that had built up between the three of them.

Eddie's eyes went wide. "Steve Harrington as in Hendersons friend?" He asked and Steve nodded. "That kid idolises you," he said and turned to his sister. "Why didn't you tell me it was Hendersons Steve?"

"Would that have mattered?"

"It does now?"

Y/N and Steve both raised their eyebrows at him. "Look, there are a lot worse guys she could go out with. You know how Henderson talks about him."

"So, you're fine with this?" She tried slowly.

"Not completely, but I'll let it slide."

Steve cleared his throat. "Do I have your blessing to ask your sister to be mine?"

"That you do, Harrington." Eddie patted his shoulder and stood up. "Have her home by nine thirty!" He called over his shoulder and walked out of the diner.

Y/N let out a breath. "I'm so sorry," she muttered and pushed the fries away from her.

Grabbing her hand Steve ran his thumb over her knuckles. "Hey, it's okay. He's just looking out for you. I'd be the same if I had a sister," he said and kissed the back of her hand. "But, what I was trying to say before your brother showed up is I've had such a nice time on our dates and I wanted to ask you to be mine."

She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Yes, Steve!" She cried. "Yeah, I wanna be your girlfriend."

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yoshhii · 8 months

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SFW ALPHABET— kira yoshikage

i’m so happy i finally decided to write for my husband (if you’re a kira simp pls moot me now) (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

Attention. how much attention do they want in the relationship?

kira doesn’t really need your attention unless it’s from your hands. although he does enjoy having all your focus on him. it boosts his ego knowing he has you all to himself.

Babies. do they want a family? why or why not?

i wouldn’t say he wants one but isn’t against the idea either. he prefers not to have one due to the fact that they might disrupt his quiet life. if he does end up having one, he’d be a decent father, just not emotionally there?

Cuddling. do they like to cuddle and show affection? if so how?

he’s not much of a cuddler but doesn’t mind being the big spoon if you ask. kira shows his affection by gifting and words of affirmation. you will get a lot of rings, bracelets, and even skin care products if needed. and have you seen the way he talks to his ‘gfs’? you are bound to get the same treatment, being showered with hand kisses and a hug while he dotes on you.

Dates. what are dates with them like? what do they like to do?

he usually takes you somewhere quiet where you both can be at peace. like the park or somewhere secluded so you both enjoy each other’s presence. he likes it when you hand feed him and might lick some of your fingers in the process.

Equal. do they prefer to be more dominant or submissive in the relationship?

he likes to be more dominant, it would hurt his ego if he wasn’t. although you might be able to make him submissive with those hands of yours.

Fights. how do they handle arguments?

you guys very rarely would ever get into one. arguments are basically nonexistent, but if something did happen you would find yourselves sitting down and talking about it.

Gratitude. how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he is very grateful to have you, he often shows it by complimenting/saying sweet nothings to you. he is aware of everything you do and is pleased about it.

Honesty. are they honest with their s/o? how important is it to them in a relationship?

kira is very honest with everything. if something is bothering him, he’ll tell you and he expects for you to do the same. it’s very important to him because it helps maintain a stable relationship. but sometimes you get a feeling that he may be hiding something.

Insight. how easy is it for them to read their partner? (mood, thoughts, etc.)

it is very easy for him to read you. he can know how you’re feeling just by looking at you and even your thoughts by the facial expressions you make.

Jealousy. do they get jealous? if so, how easily? how do they deal with it?

yes he can get jealous. but it’s not really easy, it mostly happens when you give someone else your attention for too long. or when a friend of yours is a bit touchy. he will try his best to not show it, telling himself that that’s just what friends do. but when it keeps happening he’ll make excuses for you to leave that person, saying something like, “ i believe we need to finish shopping dear” and gently pushing you to walk away.

Kiss. what are their kisses like? who kissed who first?

his kisses are soft and short. he prefers to kiss you on your hands but doesn’t mind giving them on your lips/forehead. he would be the one to kiss you first.

Love. who said "i love you" first? how often do they say it?

surprisingly he said it first. kira wants you to feel loved so he’ll tell you it every night before you both go to sleep.

Marriage. do they want to get married? how long do they have to be in the relationship beforehand?

yes he wants too 100%. kira would rather find someone who’s willing to be a stay at home wife, if you decide not to be one then he doesn’t mind. there’s not a specific time for him to want to get married, it’s mainly when “the time is right” (about 3-5 years).

Nickname. what are the nicknames they have for their s/o? do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

kira likes to call you sweet things such as dear, darling, my love, things like that. he absolutely loves it when you call him those as well.

Open. how long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

due to his quiet and reserved nature it takes a little while. probably around 6 months to actually start talking about himself, this is when you guys start dating. he tells you simple things like what kind of food he likes, favorite movies, etc. but never about his childhood, so it’s like you don’t really know him.

PDA. how do they feel about public displays of affection? what kind of PDA do they show?

he doesn’t like it. the only time you’ll receive some sort of pda is in a secluded area, even then the only thing you’ll get is him holding your hand. it’s not you that makes him this way, it’s the thought of someone seeing you both and starting rumors that could potentially ruin his quiet life at work. besides it’s none of their business anyways.

Quality time. what do they like to do for quality time with their s/o?

definitely cooking and cleaning. he likes to turn on the mori-cho radio while you both cook and even pause for breaks for a little dance. sitting in silence while he reads a book as your head is on his lap works for him too.

Reunion. how do they react after being apart from their s/o? how do they cope when they're away?

the only time kira is away from you is when he’s at work, but even being at work can be a pain. he would cope by thinking of driving home and opening the door to meet your greeting and hands. his dinner would be prepared and you guys would have a nice conversation like usual, oh how he couldn’t wait to be home and away from all these people.

Sad. how do they cheer their s/o up when they are feeling down? how do they like to be cheered up?

he would make you a cup of tea and have you talk to him about it. kira wants to get rid of anything that makes you upset or bothered. he will give you a hug at the end of your vent and even a little kiss.

Thrill. do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? or do they prefer a certain routine?

kira prefers a routine so he’s not one to try anything new. if something special is coming up he might take you somewhere expensive. however, if you do want to try something new he will think about it.

Understanding. how well do they know their partner?

he knows you extremely well. how could he not after being together for so many years?

Value. how important is the relationship to them?

it is very important. this is the first ‘real’ relationship he’s had so he is going to make the most out of it.

Wild card. a random relationship headcannon.

sometimes he names his ‘gfs’ after you

Explicit. an NSFW headcannon.

not doing this one

Your name. if they did get married to their s/o, who would take whose last name?

he prefers if you took his last name.

Zz. how do they like to sleep with their partner?

he likes when you both are in bed by the same time. this is part of your routine and if you’re not there by the time he finishes his stretches he won’t go to sleep. it’s like he needs you by him so he knows you’re safe. kira doesn’t really like cuddles but doesn’t mind if you lay on him, or even sleep right next to him.

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casp1an-sea · 2 months

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MAY 4th EVENT

Hi I really like sharks!!!! MY name is Caspian Re (Re pronounced Rey) You can call me either of my first names or alternate! Calling me Caspian Sea is also fine. I also go by Cas for short or if your name is Xen, Luc, or Levi, Casserole is fine 😒

(I love silly nicknames even if they make no sense or calling me the name of a character you associate me with)

I primarily post about Twisted Wonderland, Star Wars, Marvel, and 2000s kids shows like Octonauts

Age: 18

Birthday: 10/13

Gender: Trans masculine/Demi Male but I may just shorten it to Trans (pls only masc terms)

Pronouns: He/Him, Ey/Em/Eir/Eirs/Emself on most days I have no preference but if it’s a day I do I’ll let you know

Sexuality: Bisexual or maybe just straight up Gay (idk I had an existential crisis about men today)

Zodiac: Libra Star, Pieces Moon, Aquarius Rising

Personality type: ENFJ

If you send me an ask or msg pls feel free to mention your pronouns

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Master List:

Pls check out my OCs, as well as my Octonauts Intern AU, and my fics located in my writing post :)

commissions: Closed

requests: open!

(I’ll do short writings, picrews, and possibly art if I’m in the mood. I’ll totally do my doodle style of you or a character.)

Fandoms, Writing, Moots and Tags, OCs, Comfort Characters, Just a list of Monsters I associate with myself, Moot Trail Mix Recipe, ART, Gender Envy >:(

rp accounts: @robinbanks-accidentally (TWST), @spring-chicken (OC)

(This is satire if you can’t tell)

Likes: Star Wars, Marvel, Twisted Wonderland, the Life Series SMP, RPs, Random Generators (its an addiction), 2000s Kids shows, Doll customization, folklore, cats, singing, art, musicals, being in musicals, and weird sea creatures especially sharks :)

Dislikes: Sweets, Rey (if you are a Star Wars fan and you like her respectfully pls do not talk to me about her you will get your feeling hurt), Religion (pls do not talk to me about Christianity or Catholicism it makes me uncomfortable), gruesome animal facts they are triggering please keep them to yourself, Mean people that disrespect me or my friends, Racists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Ableists, Sexists, etc.

Fun Facts:

I am Left Handed

I am Hungarian and I love talking about my culture or my grandfather’s story if you want to ask

Romantically I am single but I do have a platonic partner, hi XEN 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I’m a Hufflepuff my Petronas is a field mouse and my wand is Willow wood with a Phoenix core

My favorite color is green

My favorite food is Pineapple Teriyaki Burgers or Chinese food

I am going to be a film major

I have two cats named Lilo and Stitch (both girls), and I also have multiple fish and a snail

I take care of crested geckos at school so now I want one I love those little guys

I’m in my schools broadcasting class

I’ve performed in Willy Wonka, Newsies, Little Mermaid, Bye Bye Birdie, Christmas Carol, and Shrek, and played the roles of James, Arista (Ariel’s sister), Young Fiona, and the bird that sings in that one song in Shrek . I’ve also had solos in Try Everything, American Tears, Fields of Gold, an Mo Town Medley

I Did competitive gymnastics for 13 years starting when I was 3, before I retired I was in XL level gold.

I played Violin in elementary school and during Covid in freshman year I played chimes cause that was the choir alternative

I watch lots of weird 1990s to early 2000s sci-fi shows typically from Australia, there’s suprisingly a lot of them

I play Minecraft but I am bad at it lol

I play DND

Where else to find me?

YouTube: @antosaurusrex3752

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/ANTosaurus1357/

My Change.Org petitions:

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chocotonez · 1 year

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spider it up (deadpool!chan/spidey!reader)

a/n: saw the prompt and went the complete opposite direction, but thanks to my lovely moot for requesting <3, also sorry I don’t know superheroes very well and I don’t know how to write fantasy aus 💀

warnings/genre: fluff, it’s mainly a platonic relationship, tumblr effed up my formatting :(, gender neutral reader (but pls let me know if anything implies otherwise!), vaguely described fight scene, sandwhich eating

you swung through the city, webs shooting out from their wrist-mounted devices and carrying them through the air. The wind flew past your face, as you laughed in glee. Obviously being a superhero was a big responsibility and took a lot of time, effort, money, yada yada, but nothing will ever come close to the feeling of flying through the skies while looking like some sort of spider.

As you soared through the air, you caught sight of a familiar face, Chan, a vigilante who totally stole your look but he had seniority so whatever. Deadpool was a way lamer name than whatever spider-related nickname the press came up with for you, and that’s not to brag, just a fact. Chan was perched on a nearby rooftop, watching the crowds below. You swung yourself up before elegantly landing on your feet, rising and stretching your arms. His mask was in his hands, as you snorted. You remember very well meeting him for the first time, practically your first day and he saved you. Refusing to calm down, you kept trying to kill him, until he finally removed the mask and revealed himself to be the guy you always see volunteering and running bake sales at your school.

Nonetheless, you liked to consider yourself partners.

"You need to get better at the whole secret identity thing, y’know?" You called out, swinging closer. "What are you doing up here anyways?"

"Taking in the sights," Chan replied, a snarky grin on his face. “Who’s gonna see me from all the way over here anyways?”

“Me, apparently.”

“Well I wanted you to see me,” he grinned charmingly. He really made sure to banter at top levels, trying to get you comfortable in the job, never wanting to see you awkward or struggling--Just what you saw as his natural charm, but he cared for you in a way that surpassed his already charitable heart.

You laughed. "Always so eager to see me, aren't you?"

"You know it," Chan said, pulling his mask back on and walking closer to you. Clearly he came from the laundromat recently, no way was his suit ever this clean unless it was a wash day. You could smell the generic soap brand mixed with his cologne, as he leaned in. "So, what's on the agenda for today? Stopping a bank robbery? Rescuing kittens from trees?"

"Actually," You said, "I was thinking of taking down a gang of smugglers who have been causing trouble downtown. I could use your help. I got the 411 from the police station but don’t know if I can do it myself.”

"Sounds like fun," Chan smiled. "Lead the way."

“Do you…Want to call an Uber?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t like, spider it up.”

“Did you come up with that?” He snickered. “Spider it up?” You rolled your eyes as he nudged you teasingly. “And an uber? How do you think I got here?”

“Train?”

“I can drive, y’know.”

“You can afford parking in this city?” He gestured down. “Meet me in the third floor of the parking garage.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking the elevator.”

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As the two of you battled your way through the smugglers' little hideout, taking out baddies left and right, You couldn't help but feel grateful for your friend and partner in crime-fighting. The two of you might be an odd pair, a spider-themed hero and a katana wielding dork, but you two worked together like a well-oiled machine. He always seemed to know exactly your next move, make sure to follow up all your attacks, and you knew him.

It was a quick wrap-up, the cops thanked you and you took some PR photos, before the two of you found yourselves sitting on the rooftop you started on. He bought you some sandwiches, as you were typing on his laptop, as he reminded you of your homework you’ve neglected. You took another bite, fingers flying across the keyboard as he giggled watching you. It was endearing, the way the sun hit your face, brows scrunched in frustration.

"Not bad for a day's work, eh?" Chan said, finally breaking the silence filled by keyboard clacking and chewing.

"Not bad at all," You agreed. "Thanks for being there with me, Chan"

“How come you don’t give me any cool nicknames? Like, I have spidey for you, what about me?”

“The news calls you Deadpool, not great material for me to work with.” You put your sandwich to the side, leaning back. “Channie, Chan-pool? Dead-Oh no, bad. Poolie? See, I literally can’t do anything with this!” You laughed, as he joined in your giggling.

“I expected better creativity with someone who designed their own suit!” You rolled your eyes, swinging your legs over the edge. No matter how long you spend swinging across the city, there’s no thrill like being this high up with someone you considered your…Friend? Confidant? You literally had no idea what this was, but you’re glad it was with him. His head was spinning, trying to think of ways to ask you to hang out outside of beating up bank robbers because there wasn’t any way to make that romantic, or at least some sort of friendly atmosphere. Most of the time it resulted in him sharing a vending machine drink with you in a grimy alleyway, and he’d rather be having a picnic in the park with you, although you were blissfully unaware of his sentimental longing, kicking your legs and getting caught in your own thoughts.

“So, you busy saturday?”

“Depends--Are you asking me to go fight some bad guys or do you want to get brunch?”

“Brunch.” You smiled, nodded, knowing very well that it would somehow still end up in you two fighting crime, but honestly, you couldn’t ask for anything more.

“I’ll see you Saturday, Deadpool.”

“And you as well, spidey.” And as he watched you grab your sandwich and swing away, he never met any villain who made his heart beat as fast as you did.

#stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #what is this #god this is so bad I’m so sorry omg #stared at the request and said fuck it we ball #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff

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archonsabyss · 2 months

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i just read ur xavier fic and im KSMSKWKK ISTG you might be my favorite lads writer….. I SWEARRRRR you picture him so good???? like even though im not xav biased i don’t think he’s 100% a softie like everyone writes him to be, AND YOU GET ITTT LIKE HES AN IMMORTAL KNIGHT AND YOU PICTURED IT SO GOOD I LOVE YOU SM im so crazy about ur fics my god and now im gonna stalk and read all ur fics I SAW AN ASK WHERE SOMEONE SAID YOU WRITE RAF GOOD AND IM SO EXCITED AHHHH

this is @aishasreality btw im sending this from my main blog <33 (also can you tag me in ur future lads fics pls if you have a tag list thank you !!)

₊⊹ hold on back it up rn! who permitted such flattery? i'm rolling around on the grass clutching my phone and giggling uncontrollably, that's how ur ask makes me feel!! fav lads writer is such a massive compliment (I could cry) but instead of denying it I will work towards continously giving my best to my fics😔🤍🫂

Xavier certainly does have a soft side, but I personally think Zayne is the softest between the 3! Like Xavier is wild and freaky as many of us know, but from the get go (as a biased and unbiased observation) he's got scary intimidating, possessive tendencies! Like borderline red flag but not red flag entirely you get me. He'd commit mass murder for you, morals out the door lol.

I love having stalkers! BECAUSE I'm one myself 🫡 you're promoted to my number 1 favorite stalker. ILYSM! and thank you, I did quite a lot of side research on their personalities by watching their memories and trying to imitate their speech patterns! Also dove a bit into MBTI ect! Ofc it's not perfect but I'm trying so I'm happy someone appreciates it

Sincerely, Thank you again from the bottom of my heart. I don't have a taglidt but I will certainly open one just for you. Let's be moots 🤍🫂

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angelmichelangelo · 9 months

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"why are you bleeding?" prompt for the rise disaster twins please because a) i heart how you write the rise boys and b) i am forcing you to write them more (as a good moot does) !

this was a lot of fun to write (so pls continue to be a good moot and force me to write more of these two lol)

Donnie’s cold hard stare reaches him from across the kitchen, eyes narrowed and thin like knives, Leo stands rooted to the spot, feeling dumb as his brother continues to bore holes into his skin with his eyes.

“Why are you bleeding?” He says, voice meticulously cold. Their argument from a few hours ago seemed to not deter the slight worry lacing his words. His eyes flicker up and down his frame as if scanning him. “And what did you do to your arm? You’re holding it funny.”

Leo shifts and immediately regrets it. A deep pang of hurt seems to rumble through his body and across his (probably) broken bones like a bell. He stretches out a smile, thin and somewhat conceiving, he makes a point to throw him a look over his shoulder as if he wasn’t bothered at all by his fretting.

“I’m fine,” he tells him, conscious to keep his voice low; with the rest of the family sleeping, it’d only take Raph to stumble in here and really start worrying and then Mikey would join in and then dad would get involved and Leo didn’t really want that.

Not after such a big blow up before he’d stormed out.

Right. He thinks sourly. He wasn’t supposed to be talking to Don right now.

“I can handle myself, thank you very much,” he says shortly. He’s got a little goody bag of emergencies supplies stuffed under his bed that he’s going to make good use of — it’s not the first time he’s patched himself up solo style. But with the way Donnie is still staring him down like a damn hawk, he doesn’t think he’s going to get past him on this one.

“You’re such a—” Donnie huffs heavily, expelling every molecule of air in his lungs before he’s seizing it all back through gritted teeth. “Just come with me, dumb-dumb.”

He walks back towards his own room and Leo, despite himself, finds himself following. His bedroom is dimly lit by the array of screens that he’s clearly been watching instead of sleeping, given that it was now somewhere in the early hours of the morning, it didn’t surprise Leo that his brother shared similar sleeping habits as he did.

“I’m still not talking to you,” Leo announces as he drops onto his bed, mussing the blankets up with his good hand on purpose. “We’re not friends anymore.”

Donnie who’s digging around in his drawer no less for his own goody bag of treats, doesn’t lift his head up to respond in a dry, sarcastic manner. “Oh no. How terrible.”

There’s a tiny flicker of left over hurt burning still in Leo’s gut, like stoking ambers on a fire, he sits up a little straighter, even if it did send an edge of pain running through his limbs.

“I’m being serious. You pissed me off, Don.” He cradles his injured arm tenderly, rubbing his fingers over the slight swell of his wrist. Yep. Something was most certainly fractured here.

Donnie turns on his heel methodically slow. He’s got a collection of items gathered up in his arms. His face is drawn in an unimpressed manor. He huffs a little puff of air as he sits himself down in his chair, scooting himself over by dragging his heels over the floor, wheels hum against the floorboards before he comes to a complete stop in front of him.

“Maybe if you didn’t storm off like a baby then you wouldn’t have found yourself in this mess,” Donnie says with a hiss. He pitches himself forward, dabbing a wet, chemical smelling cotton bud to Leo’s temple where there’s a pinch of pain when it touches against the fresh, open cut there.

Leo tries not to flinch but he feels his eyelids pinch together before he’s forcing them back open again to glare at his brother.

“I didn’t storm off,” he seethes. He curls his fist against his thigh as Donnie fiddles with the other array of items until he’s holding out a stack of bandaids. They’re boring and not at all his first choice. “You kept hounding me over… over nothing and so I left the lair for a couple hours. Big deal.”

Donnie peels back the sticker off the bandaid, he holds it up, pausing he narrows his eyes and swallows. “If you think me giving a shit about you is hounding you then that’s your own fault.” He slaps the bandaid over his forehead. “Next time I won’t care so much.”

Guilt swirls around in Leo’s gut leaving him feeling a touch nauseous. He averts his eyes from his brothers as he blinks back the familiar sting of tears. He swallows thickly, a newly formed lump presses tight at the back of his throat.

Donnie watches him carefully. Leo rubs at his arm.

“Is it broken?” He asks after a few beats of silence.

Leo hesitates in even giving him an answer. He decides that it’s no use anyway. He shrugs his shoulders half heartedly.

“Dunno. Possibly. Hurts like a bitch that’s for sure.”

Donnie sighs. It’s not the kind that gives away his tell that he’s not actually pissed off anymore. Just deeply concerned. He reaches forward and holds out his hands in a gentle gesture for Leo to hold out his arm for inspection.

Leo gingerly complies.

“Nardo,” Donnie says shortly. He runs his fingers over his forearm, pressing lightly in certain spots that have Leo’s vision dancing with spots. “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.”

His eyes flicker up and then back down again. He turns Leo’s arm over slowly and inspects the underside of it.

“It’s just that after the invasion you’ve been super avoidant and I just…” he’s delicate when he reaches his wrist, examining it with tender fingers. “I do care. Even when I say I don’t, of course I do.”

Leo swallows. The lump doesn’t budge. “I’m not being avoidant,” he says in a small, childlike voice. He wants to shrink away. Wants to retreat to his bedroom with just the bandaid on his head and to lick his wounds alone. He wants out. He always wants out.

“Yeah you are,” Donnie counters. But there’s no heat to it. Like he’s not even going to light any flame for their argument to continue to boil over. Like it’s absolute fact. Because Donnie only ever deals in fact. And maybe, perhaps, Don is right about this one too.

“Everyone is worried about you,” Donnie says.

Leo huffs. “Well don’t tell me that,” he laughs, weak and wet, the sharp tickle of tears looms behind his skull still. “That just makes me feel worse.”

Donnie shakes his head. He holds onto Leo’s arm, cradling it almost. “You know what’s gonna make you feel worse? Not talking to your family about your problems. Shutting down anyone that tries to help or care.” Donnie’s throat bobs. If Leo looked close enough, he could find the wet sheen of his own tears there glossing over his hazel colored eyes.

“This isn’t how it works Leo,” Donnie tells him, voice impossibly steady. “Not in this house. You know that.”

And Leo supposes he did always know that. Of course he did. His entire life was spent being crowded by brothers — there was no such thing as running away from anything unless it was together.

“So what you’re saying,” Leo says, squeezing his words around the lump in his throat still. “Is that twin telepathy is a totally real thing after all?” His lips curl around a smile.

And Donnie just about smiles back.

“What I am saying is.” His breath hitches. “Don’t be dumb, okay?” He let’s go of Leo’s arm. “There’s enough of that going around already. Be smart on this one, okay?”

Leo nods. He reaches out with his good hand and finds his brother’s shoulder to curl his fingers around and give it a squeeze. In Don’s language, that’s about as good as he’s gonna get besides a hug.

“I did do a dumb thing though,” Leo then admits. Donnie’s wheeling himself back to his desk, guiding himself with the balls of his feet when he nods.

“Oh. Yeah. I know. That arm is at least fractured.” He tells him. “How’d you manage to get hurt so bad anyway?”

Leo laughs softly. “It’d be way cooler to lie and tell you I was taking my frustrations out on the world by beating on bad guys but…” he grins. “I fell off a roof.”

Donnie pauses what he’s doing to look up. His eyebrows shoot up over his forehead. “You fell off a roof?” He parrots back in disbelief.

Leo nods. He holds up his bad arm and says through a wince. “The great Leonardo, defender of the planet and slayer of Krang. Fell. Off a roof. And totally ate shit on the way down by beefing with the fire escape.”

Donnie cringes. “Okay.” He says. He’s got more supplies now. Ones that Leo recognises from the last time he broke a load of bones. At least Mikey will have another cast to decorate. “You’ve officially used up your dumb person quota for the month.”

He instructs Leo to hold out his arm again.

“For the month?” Leo says around a grin. “So it’s free game the rest of the year? We’re only in August, bro.”

Donnie doesn’t bother to look up. It’s a good thing too, because he’s getting ready to set the bone and also really does not want him fucking that part up at all.

“Uh huh,” Donnie responds dryly. “I’m not gonna stop you. It’d be impossible to anyway.”

Leo huffs a laugh. He already feels a little better and Don hadn’t even given him any of the good pain relief yet. “Well. From now on I’ll be dumb in normal-Leo amounts. Sound good?”

Donnie pauses. He looks up. And he grins. “Yeah.” He says. “Sounds good.”

#thanks for the prompt !!!! :3 #like always this will be up on ao3 later so please check it out there too! my link is in my bio !!#ask #fic prompt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt fic #rottmnt disaster twins #disaster twins fanfiction

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haknom · 11 months

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moot game💕 describe your moots as idols/songs!

I DIDNT DO ALL MY MOOTS so Pls don’t feel sad but i js did those i don’t always do 😊!!!!! And this may not be accurate at all BUT IT WAS FOR FUN OKAY😥😥

@hoonvrs — Park Sunghoon. no questions needed ORR DOYOUNG DROM NCT😭 u seem like a very smiley person So i’m leaning over to doyoung more acc…. BUT FOR SONGS UHH daydreamin by ariana grande Cs what if you’re very delusional LMFAOOOO but it’s like A bright song at the same time so i say ure a very bright person😊

@hanniluvi — is this even a question…. I would probs say haknyeon from tbz CS YALL ARE SUCH RASCALS 😭😭😭 But for a song u remind me of chewing gum by nct dream GN IDK WHY U JS DO.

@sunoksunny — johnny from nct Cs u are sometimes so unserious but so funny LMAOO my fave things abt u ☝️☝️ and for a song Def glue song by beabadoobee. was listening to it the other day and was like Why is this literally sunny!!!

@yeokii — HANA BSF U REMIND ME SM OF ANY TYPE OF JAKE IN SMAUS IVE READ HELP u guys r both silly gooses which makes up most of ur personality BUT I LOVE IT😊 for a song i’m in love by colde Yhe title says it al. i am In Kove With you.

@jennaissantes — You’re personality is so silly js like u and i love it So def riki (don’t scream!!!!!!) u guys r rlly silly it’s funny and for a song Bsf enchanted by tswift !!!!!! THIS NIGHT IS SPARKLING DONT U LET IT GO

@flwoie — I love U Js as much as u love acc idk if u love vernon BUT VERNON. u guys are so random And so alike it’s kinda scary. BUT FOR A SONG WE’RE ALREADY BY KIMMUSEUM i am listening to it rn And it fits ur Acc do u habe a serious part of personality idk…. JELP either that song or bom by bol4 Cs theres a similar vibe

@soov — U scare me. U know who else scares me???????? Jaehyun from nct!!! (i’m kidding i Loce that man) but i feel like u do that thing he does where he smiles before saying his joke LMFSOOOO and for a song U know i had to!!!!!! loveable by jo yuri 😊

@haerinz — FAE!!! we started talking quite a lot acc and ur personality is sosososoososos sweet and Yk who else is sososososos sweet????? Jay!!!!!! you seem like the type to give affirmations and comfort others when they seem down and Jay does too!!!! 😝😝 and for a song when i grow up by svt 😊

@soobnny — HI SUE we rarely talk But u still remind me a lot of jungwon ☝️ you guys r both very sweet and fun to talk to (although we don’t do that much HELP….) and idk what u look like but u have the vibe of someone with a comforting and bright smile And yk who else has one????? Jungwon!!!!! therefore yall r twins. and for a song rollercoaster by woo!ah! It’s a bright and cheerful song js like u 😊😊

@flwrshee RI!!! u remind me of mark from nct HELP u guys are Oretty delusional and silly ppl But yk what y’all have in common????? i Love u both!!!!!! and for a song cruel summer by tswift Cs i’m listening to it rn while writing this and im like This is Ri.

#☆ — mutuals #Okay back to writing

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lsk3nn3dys · 2 years

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hello again sharty bae, greetings from your favorite :) and least favorite :,( moot, may i pls request a smut ;) fanfic of inosuke x f!reader, any length (that's what she said) thank you!!! take your time and don't stress!

OMG, HEY TEA!! IT'S THE MOOTS OF ALL MOOTS!!

Ofc you can request a smut for Inosuke! Ugh, he's so hot...Anyways, here you go!!

Inosuke Hashibira x Fem!Reader

All characters portrayed are 18+

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Masturbation (male), use of pet names, hickies, slight lactation, oral sex (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, mating press, breeding kink, mentions of the cervix, and creampie

Inosuke hadn't seen you in days. Days. It's been torture not seeing your beautiful face, hearing your sweet voice, and tasting your delicious cunt. God, what he wouldn't do to just appear before you and fuck you till you're shaking. But alas, not yet. He's not with you yet.

He's currently spending the night at Hisa's mansion, where other Demon Slayers are. He'd just finished his job and was ready to return to you. It's late, but weirdly he's unable to sleep. Instead, he can only think of you. How your mouth can take him so beautifully. Or how your thighs looked pushed up against your stomach, so his pounds go harder into you.

Inosuke feels himself grow hard under the covers. Fuck. He knows he shouldn't relieve himself now, but all his thoughts are about you, and he can't stop. He reaches down and palms his bulge. He hisses at the contact of his hard cock, getting some friction.

"Fuck it," he says and slightly pulls away his clothing and bedding to reveal his hard cock. He thinks about how you would take his cock into your hands before putting it into your mouth. You always looked so cute and innocent when you did that. He began slowly pumping his cock with his hand and grunting. He pumps himself until his precum starts leaking from his tip. He uses the precum to spread around his dick and imagines your mouth sucking at his cock. He thrusts into his hand and becomes fast and erratic. His grunts became louder, with each thrust becoming higher pitched.

Inosuke's breathing quickens and mixes in with his small moans. He closes his eyes and feels his cock begin to twitch.

"Fuck, Y/N, you take me so well," he breathes. He imagines that you moan around his cock at his words. "You love it when you get praised, huh?" he chuckles slightly and continues his fast thrusts. The precum makes a move even faster.

"Shit, gonna cum," he speaks up. "Wanna do it down your throat." He jerks evermore and finally comes in his palm. At that moment, he decided. He's gonna fuck you as soon as he lays eyes on you.

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You have been expecting Inosuke to come home for some time now. You've been slightly worried for him but excited to see him. It's been a few days since you've seen him, so you've missed him with all your heart.

So, when you see him coming up the way, you run into his arms. Not caring that you're outside without shoes on. You give him a big hug and kiss his cheek. He happily returns the hug and kisses your neck. The sudden intimacy surprises you, but it's certainly welcome.

"Been thinking about you all day," he says into your neck. The tickle of his words makes you giggle. "I can't wait to show you how much I missed you." And with that, he grabs your thighs, wraps them around his waist, and carries you inside your home.

He lays you down on the bed and practically rips away your clothing. Once you're naked, he pounces on you and kisses you. You open your mouth to him and wrap your hands in his hair. When you pull on it, his moans clash with your mouth. He then leaves your mouth and kisses your neck. When he hears you moan, he begins sucking your neck to leave a deep purple mark.

“Missed you too,” you mutter to him. He lifts his head to look down at you.

“You better have,” he says. “No one can fuck you like I can.” He bites down on your neck possessively and licks it after. He then moves down to your chest, wasting no time sucking on your nipple. God, he missed you. He circles his tongue around it as you squirm underneath him. Your moans are just the most beautiful thing. Next, he gives your other nipple the same treatment. He could suck them all day, but he has other plans.

He then goes down to your glistening cunt. All wet and ready for him.

"I missed this," he says and licks your cunt. You moan out from his actions. "Gonna devour you." He drags his tongue along your folds before plunging it inside you. You clutch down at his hair and bring him closer to you. He, in turn, moans into you, making you shake. His tongue swirls around your walls as his nose bumps at your clit.

He uses his fingers to circle your clit as his tongue continues to swirl. Your thighs begin to shake from the stimulation. His pace is unrelenting.

"Keep going, just like that," you moan, and you feel him smile as he continues to circle your clit. Then, he raises his head up to look at you.

"Gonna cum for me, baby?" he taunts. "Give it all to me." Then, he returns to your cunt and readies himself for your orgasm. Your walls begin to close around his tongue, and you feel your orgasm coming.

"Shit, coming!" you call, and you feel your orgasm rip through you. You shake and twitch when you feel him drag his tongue out of you. He raises his head and smirks at you. You can see what's left of your orgasm on his lips and chin.

"You did so well for me, baby," he says to you and leans down to kiss you. You taste yourself on his tongue. He breaks away from the kiss and gives you another smirk. "Now to fuck you."

He wastes no time lining up his cock at your entrance and slowly pushing in. He groans at the feeling of you being wrapped around him. He slowly drags himself in and out of you in the most teasing way possible.

"I-Inosuke," you breathe. "Please..." You trail off.

"Please, what, baby? Use your words," he teases.

"P-Please go faster," you tell him. You hear him chuckle darkly, and he grabs your thighs and pushes them up to your ears. His pace is fast and deep. His hips snap into yours, and the sound of skin slapping against skin envelops the room. Your moans become loud and higher pitched as Inosuke grunts more audibly, trying to keep up his fast pace.

"Fuck, Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum," he declares. "Gonna pump you full of it." The bed underneath slams against the ground loudly as Inosuke's cock begins to kiss your cervix. You begin to feel tears welling up as you continue to be overstimulated.

You feel Inosuke's cock begins to twitch from within you, meaning he's about to cum. He groans lowly as he cums inside you but doesn't slow down his pace. Instead, he thrusts his cum into you at a fast rate. One of Inosuke's hands lets go of your thigh, and he uses his hand to rub your clit again. Your walls begin to clamp down on him, and he hisses at the feeling.

"Fuck, baby, you're squeezing me so tight," he says, rubbing your clit faster. Your eyes roll back, and you feel yourself cum again, but this time on his cock. "Fuck yeah, baby cum on my fucking cock." His hips snap faster, and he removes his hand from your clit and puts it back on your thigh.

"C-Can't take it," you get out.

"Just one more time, baby," he pleads as he continues his rough pace. "Just one more. You can take it. I know you can." You whimper at his words, and he continues to pound into you. He goes harder this time to really get inside you. You clutch at the bedsheets under you as you feel Inosuke's cock begins to twitch within you again.

"Ah! Inosuke," you moan.

"I know, baby, I know," he says and grits his teeth as his load streams into you once again. "F-Fuck." You cover your mouth, so you don't moan out too loud. He fucks his cum into you again before slowly pulling himself out of you. The cum seeping out of you in white threads. He admires the look of his cum in you before he removes his hands from your thighs. You both breathe heavily for a minute before he gets up from the bed and returns with a warm towel to help clean you up.

"I guess you really did miss me," you say as he cleans your thighs.

"You have no idea," he says and kisses your forehead. "I could barely contain myself."

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