#rutting hawks

[pinejayy]

Rutting Urogi and Hawks x F!Reader

I love my men with wings, but I would love see them how they would act around you when it's spring time // both characters are gonna get their separate headcanons

also I have like 5 requests in my inbox so imma work on those when I have a day off from work

trigger warnings: nsfw, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering (on hawks part), face sitting, le sex, cock warming

Urogi

SFW

Oh so dating the four clones was a handful but You deeply loved them all. But when you experienced your first spring with the boys it was handful, there was a bunch of fighting.

Those flights mainly were around Urogi, because it was spring and that's when birds experienced mating season. And he became more clingy towards you.

He doesn't allow any of the other clones around you. And if one of them were to grab you he would lash out and fight them. And he becomes really aggressive.

One time Aizetsu made the fatal mistake of grabbing you and Urogi went crazy, he literally jumped him and beat him up. The poor blue eyed Demon was a crying mess. "YOU HAVE TO SHARE HER!"

The clones have this schedule to decide which day they get to have you, but Urogi is like fuck that! And of course he’s getting yelled at!

“You selfish demon! You can’t keep her to yourself!” And “I don’t care what time of the year it is! Go jerk yourself off!” And “Please give me Y/N! She’s not yours!”

The Bird Demon has made a nest, and the nest includes your favorite clothes mostly your underwear and bras. The nest also includes pillows so you could be comfortable. But he's also added sticks and leafs he's found around the woods.

Whenever he wants total alone time with you and without the constant nagging about the clones he'll pick you up and fly you somewhere so you guys are alone.

As much as you wanna spend time with the others he won't allow you to leave. Please just stay with him. He needs you. He craves you.

He loves seeing you sleep on his nest. A bunch of cuddles!!

NSFW

Oh boy!! This boy always wants sex with you. Your moans drive him crazy! He loves watching you lay on his nest completely naked.

You're definitely covered in bite marks, hickeys and scratch marks.

Whenever he wants to bury his cock inside of you he's gonna hold you close against his chest and place gentle kisses along your neck. The Demon is also gonna dry hump you until you give him what he wants.

Please Sit On His FACE!! He wants to feel your weight on him, he wants to be your seat so please for the love of god sit on his face!

But when you do sit in his face he moans about how good you taste, he loves lapping his tongue on your folds and clit.

A bunch of teasing!! Like!! "Who's my good girl! Or I'm gonna fill you up so good baby girl!"

Dude is gonna force you on your knees and shove his cock inside your mouth, he doesn't care if your a gagging mess. You're gonna take that cock sweetheart.

Whenever you're tried he'll allow you to sleep but he'll still have his cock buried inside of you!

He loves making you feel good, so good! Heck to spite the other clones he’ll make you moan out his name! Let them hear you! He doesn’t care uwu

He’s so good with aftercare, he’ll make sure you’re good and well taken care of! Lots of kisses and cuddles! He’ll holding you and whisper sweet things to you. “You did a good job babygirl.”

Once his rut is over the other clones are now fighting over you and who’s gonna get you first! So oof you have 3 other cocks to think about still! Good luck princess.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

SFW

Hawks has been clingy with you, and with spring around he’s extra clingy with you. He doesn’t allow you to leave his eye sight, even going to the store alone is a huge no no for him. He doesn’t want anyone around you!

Since you guys live together he’s always by your side and grabbing your body, and around this time he’s extra sweet. A bunch of nicknames “Princess, My Song Bird and Mine.”

Hawks also build a nest around the living room, the nest consist of your clothes, underwear and pillows/blankets you sleep with. He’s so addictive to the way you smell.

LIKE GOD DAMN THE HOUSE IS A MESS! AND HONESTLY YOU GUYS GET IN A LOT OF ARGUMENTS BECAUSE OF IT..

He hides your dirty underwear so he can smell them as he jerks off while you’re not giving his attention he craves for.

During this time he’s also quite aggressive, and during his rut he’s specifically has told Endeavor not to contact him, since it’s not a good time for him. And Endeavor doesn’t wanna know what’s going on and also because he doesn’t care enough but he does pray for you because you’re gonna need it. 💀

Hawks doesn’t allow you outside so you have everything delivered to the house, one time you ordered a pizza and the guy who brought over the pizza was chased away, how dare you look at someone!

Hawks yelled at the poor pizza man. He loves making the pizza guy cry.

Do not touch his wings…please. He’s very sensitive with him and especially during this time of the year! And speaking of his wings! There’s red features everything, and I mean everywhere!

The poor baby loves to hold you, he loves feeling your warm body against his. Please let him hold you

He always wants to be by your side, while sleeping, eating and in the bathroom. And good luck trying to get him away from you. He doesn’t understand personal space ..

Hawks always wants you in the nest with him. And if you don’t get in he’ll start throwing a hissy fit. Honestly he’s kinda childish during this time of the year but that’s because he always wants you by his side!

NSFW

Dude is so rough with you when he’s pumping into you. He loves holding you down by your waist and loves seeing his cock slid in and out of you. And your moans drive him even crazier.

He loves being in between your legs, he loves licking your folds and he can’t help it but moan at the way you taste, you taste so divine to him and he lets you know as well. “You taste so divine princess.” “Good you taste so fucking good! God I want more!”

And dude is gonna make you sit on his face! He wants you to suffocate him with your lovely thighs. And if you move your hips against his face he’ll get worked up.

He’ll choke you as he’s fucking you. uwu

He enjoys seeing you a moaning mess, and during this time he’s also a huge tease. He’ll drag his fingers around your folds and clit. He wants you to beg for his cock. Like he’ll finger you real slow and smirk. “Come on princess beg for my cock…beg for me to fuck you.”

But you can also be a tease too, you especially love pinning him down and love placing kisses all over his body. First you start off at his lips then slowly you make it to his neck then his chest until you have your pretty little lips around his cock, sucking him.

God he loves watching your head moving up and down, taking his cock down your throat. And he’ll be begging for more. “Please Princess, I want you inside of me…please ride me.”

Hawks knows this can be very exhausting for you so whenever you’re feeling sleepy he’ll allow you to sleep but in one condition. You let him cock warm you. He just wants to be inside of you. He can’t get enough of how tight your walls are against him.

You’re covered in marks!! And I mean everywhere! You’re covered in bite marks, scratch marks, and bruises. And this makes him weak!! Seeing your body marked by him.

HE WANTS TO FILL YOU UP! HE WANTS TO MAKE A HAWKS JR! 💀💀

But honestly he’s great with aftercare! He’ll make sure you’re good and that he didn’t hurt you. He’ll order food (and he’ll try his best not to yell at the poor person who delivers it ) and he’ll cuddle you too. Lots of sweet comments and kisses.

Once his rut is over, he makes sure to clean up the house since he made into a mess! And jokingly he’ll tell you “How about around 2!”

#hawks rut #hawks x reader #hawks smut #Keigo Takami #my hero academy fanfiction #mha #bnha #hantengu clones #x reader #smut #hantengu smut #urogi x reader #Urogi smut

[obitohno]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]

exhale

takami keigo x reader

synopsis ⤸

with such a pretty neck, you must simply allow keigo's hands to wander.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, reader is in heat, mating, marking, hickeys, choking, asphyxiation, breath play, nipple play, cowgirl, riding, creampie, knotting, petnames, dubcon

word count ⤸

1.3k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

this is an elaboration of the 'let's talk positions' hc that i posted for mha a short while ago. i just feel like keigo's go-to position is cowgirl, just bc he loves to see you ride him, hhh. anyways, i've never written about breath play before, so i hope that this isn't too terrible. pls reblog if you enjoy ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

you’ve long become accustomed to the way that keigo’s lips regularly favour the gentle slope of your neck at all hours of the day, with the promise of more to come. 

more often than not, a press of his lips to your pulse results with the weight of his cock dragging along the gummy texture of your inner walls, your legs curled tightly around his waist as your whispered gasp of his name is greedily swallowed, and then returned with a moan of his own. and today is no different. 

it’s still early morning, and the left side of your body is illuminated by a hibiscus coloured shimmer that filters in through the minuscule gap in the hastily drawn curtains, the sun only just starting to wake. from where you bend and bow above him, keigo is privy to the way that your jaw drops, a quiet mewl forming the syllables of his name, heavily lidded gaze focused on the rapid rise and fall of his chest. his, however, is glued to the bruises that proudly claim your neck as his own, satisfaction warming his chest as he leers at the marks that he’d nipped and sucked to the surface of your skin just a few hours prior. 

heat boils your blood, head dizzy with a hormonal charge that has had your cunt weeping for the past day or so. in return, he swells with the need to claim you once more, to stuff you full until you have no choice but to allow the slow dribble of his seed to ooze from where his knot has plugged you, time and time before. your nails bite into where you cling at his shoulders, dazed as you desperately hump yourself on his length, a low keen fanned out from between your lips.  

your hips gyrate, the heat of your walls clenching tight around the width of him, and a gasp is choked from your mouth when a particularly rough bounce of your pelvis connecting with his has your clit grinding against the coarse pubic hair that nestles his girth. 

the sunlight illuminates the shadows of your collarbones, also painted with the pattern of his teeth, and his hand raises to thumb at a distinctively large one that has been fastened to the pulse that thump, thump, thumps under your skin. 

pride puffs his chest, the pad of his thumb stroking down the length of your neck, and the following gasp that attempts to escape your lips is cut short by the curl of his fingers attaching themselves around your throat. 

perspiration has already formed a sheen on your nape, and above him, you watch the dilation of his pupils, his digits tightening until your breath is stolen. your throat closes, and yet you continue to fuck yourself, the rise and fall of your pussy gliding up, down, up, down, up down, until your thighs are shaking, your arousal pooling a mess onto the sheets that are already long stained with the aftermath of the night before. 

it isn’t often that he’s able to indulge in your heat like this. unlike him—who falls victim to the dreaded seasonal rut that drives him feral at least twice a season—you’re lucky enough to avoid the fire that burns under the surface of your skin for majority of the year. yesterday, however, you’d awoken with the all-too familiar itch that had had you begging until he’d meticulously fucked you into the early hours of the morning. he’d made the mistake of assuming that when you’d fallen asleep, it had meant that you were sated for the night. only, your distressed moan had stirred him from his sleep just a few hours later, and here you are now, impaled atop him, your pretty neck encased within his grip. if he’s being honest, he’s exhausted, the joints of his wings weary as he grinds his pelvis upwards. but your stuttered groan sounds so sweet, so needy, that a warmth spreads across his abdomen, a coil twisting tight from deep within. 

his fingers slip away, and your shoulders hunch as you struggle to gasp in air, your chest heaving, forehead thumping against his collarbone. the heat of your breath fans across his skin, and his head spins, a groan punched from his lungs. your fingers scrabble to find purchase upon him, only to catch on the joint of which his right wing protrudes from between his shoulders. 

he yells, a hoarse sound that has your clit throbbing, an electric twinge jolting through the expanse of his wing and down his spine. he shivers, one that has his entire body trembling, and you lift your head to watch the way that his feathers bristle, the quills standing on end as delirium stretches his lips wide. 

the muscles that control his wings are working to stretch the blindingly scarlet feathers high above his head, and the points of his teeth are sharply nipping along the length of your jaw. he preens, pupils flitting between contracting and dilating, and he nuzzles, nosing at the space beneath your ear as his lips mould to your shoulder, forming yet another mark as he suckles at your skin. 

‘baby bird,’ he coos, lips aiming for the curve of your cheek next. his cock twitches, your sopping walls dancing and fluttering as he slurs, ‘touch y’self f’me, birdie.’ 

dazed, you fumble to do as he says, the pads of your fingers circling at your clit, teasing, stroking yourself toward completion. you’re choking on another moan, when, for the second time tonight, his fingers curl around your neck. your hips have long slowed to a gentle grind, your thighs now depleted of all energy as you struggle to remain upright. his spare hand comes to lick at his fingers before reaching to cruelly tug at your left nipple, his smirk widening when a garbled shriek is painfully forced from the back of your throat. wide eyed, you stare at him, and a dark part of him relishes in the brief flash of panic that mars your features, your fingers stilling between your legs. 

‘ah, ah,’ he tuts, flicking at your nipple with the flat of his nail, ‘keep goin’ pretty bird. gotta cum f’me if you want me to fill you up, nice ’n’ full.’ 

eagerly, your fingers are massaging at your clit, and your spine arches, his spare arm circling around your waist, bicep flexing as he pulls you flush against him. the added pressure of your hand trapped to your pussy has you choking, and he greedily inhales the slight shift of your scent, your orgasm beginning to crest. however, just as your cunt begins to cream, he’s thrusting, drilling his cock into you at the same time that his fingers grip just a little harsher, and you’re rendered into little more than putty in the palm of his hands. 

your breath is stolen, and yet, you cum so hard that you white out, body slumping against his. 

you’re unconscious for less than ten seconds, but when you come to, it is with a dizzying wheeze that hurts to inhale, the stringy pearls of his seed already staining your walls, his knot locked tight inside you. arms circled tight around your torso, his fingers are tickling their way down the length of your spine, his lips pressing to your temple when you whimper his name into the crook of his neck, tone pained when you make the mistake of swallowing a little too harshly. his skin is warm against yours, and for what feels longer than it probably is, he simply nestles you within the safety of his embrace, his wings curling, encasing the two of you within your very own cocoon. exhaustion renders you useless, and from where you are perched on his lap, you slump, welcoming the dark shadows of his wings that loom high above your head. only, all too soon, that familiar heat is bubbling away at your core once more, and despite the fact that you attempt to ignore it, the low baritone of his voice has you jolting from your doze against his shoulder, his tone laced with the promise that the morning has only just begun. 

‘you with me, birdie?’ 

‘’m with you, kei.’ 

© obitohno. all rights reserved. do not repost my works. 

#♡ jordy is writing ♡ #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #keigo x reader #keigo x you #keigo smut #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x you #keigo takami smut #hawks in rut

[toutoshodoroki]

My brain today: Hawks Hawks Hawks Hawks Hawks

#especially alpha hawks #our soulmate au hawks #or rutting hawks #i’ll even take some soft yandere hawks too #he’s just so babygirl #kore blabs #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami

[rottiens]

https://twitter.com/_mogmoe/status/1770788332911403458?t=1wXhvQDZ8BBtzyE3feHPsA&s=19

PLEASE KEEP HIM AWAY FROM ME

#asks #lovers ₊˚ᰔ #hybrid au with raven toji? . . . oh man #im so not ready #his huge wings and him looking down from above like you're prey #him covering you with his wings when it's cold or when you guys are cuddling #reminds me of a version of hawks #and oh when he goes into rut 🥺 #dreamy sigh tbh

[druidgroves]

these past few days have been crazy for me in terms of art. what the fuck is happening to me.

#rae.txt #idk something within me aligned after that big georgia piece. it all clicked. #i still have a lot to learn obvs but before the new year i was in such an art rut #so im riding this flow as far as it will take me. might draw some of my other guys.... #miss hawke im coming 4 u

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, size-difference, captive darling, punishment, deepthroating, bondage

fem reader

You beg your big bulky kidnapper not to take your virginity because you’re waiting to give it to someone you love, and he just smiles at you crookedly – stroking your teary cheek as he rests the hefty weight of his big fat veiny manhood on your belly, leaking hot pre while cooing at you with deceptively kind eyes, saying that he thinks that’s a lovely idea.

Flipping you over, he starts prepping your virgin ass instead – spit and four fat fingers stretching it out while you sob and wring your wrists in your fluffy cuffs – all pointlessly as the pink hole starts to give, becoming soft and squishy, swallowing his digits up in wet velvety squelches.

And filling the taut hole up with his massive cock, he rubs your clit and whispers darkly that he’ll save your pretty cunt for when you fall in love with him.

He’s overjoyed to see you’ve already fallen in love with him after only one round of pounding your poor butt into a sore sloppy opening – all but begging him to take your pussy instead. 

Obviously, he obliges, sucking the bloated fat of your teary cheek with a hum and a firm squeeze to your sore buttcheek before flipping you back around.

He kisses your lips, your neck, your tits, your stomach – laving down until licking through your pretty pussylips, promptly tongue-fucking the sweet hole until you cum with a shudder.

Smiling into your trembling cunt – he chuckles, feeling it pulse against his lips. “Come on, baby ~” He encourages. “Tell me how much you love me – tell me how much you want my sweet, sweet love.”

He pulls your thighs around his torso, rubbing his messy cock against your slick cunt while nipping at the corner of your lips – patiently waiting for your forced consent. Grossly amused – and aroused.

“Ah – please…” Your lips warble – eyes screwed shut where you try angling away from his steamy breaths.

“Please what, baby? Please make love to your sweet pussy?” He suggests with a moan – hunched over your smaller form with his cock licking your clit as he slides it back and forth between your thighs. “Or do you maybe miss it in your tight ass?”

“No – please-”

“Then tell me, baby. Tell me you want it – tell me you love me, and I’ll give it to you.” He purrs – still while laying open-mouthed kisses on your lips and cheek.

You whimper, crying wetly. “I love you – please make love in my pussy…”

He hums in return – a satisfying rumble as he slips his cock-head through your folds until it settles in your opening.

Your breath hitches at the stretch – then you suck your teeth – hissing as he splits you open and treads your tight virginity over his girth – hugging him air-tight like a condom bought two sizes too small.

“Oh, baby~ so tight~ so tight and good~ wet like a good virgin should be~” He groans, sinking every thick inch inside despite the way you squirm, ignoring your sweet cry when you beg him to slow down. 

He’s down to the hilt in a moment – kneading against your womb with his chubby cockhead. Big hands squeeze your ass – using it to pump into you in steady deep-hitting thrusts – his lips on your forehead in a prolonged kiss.

You pant out sticky whines as he ruts inside you – fat cock stretching you badly for your first time – making everything sting numbly, only partly soothed by a tickling pleasure – tummy feeling hot and tight until it all snaps again, leaving you to shake on the massive member, throttling him all so sweetly.

“I love you, baby~ love you and your tight pussy~ squeezing me so good~” He slurs against you, drooling on your skin. “Gonna fill you up with love – all of it – all of it in your sweet pussy~”

BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Denki, Enji, Hawks

JJK - Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

HxH – Uvogin

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut

[obitohno]

just the tip

takami keigo x reader

synopsis ⤸

keigo pinky promises that he won’t get carried away this time.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, soulmates, ruts, mating press, pussy slapping, humping, rough sex, creampies, breeding, semi dubcon (?) breeding, unprotected sex, making out, mutual stripping, keigo is lowkey feral, n a big liar, liar, pants on fire (if he was wearing any)

word count ⤸

2k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

so, this is my first mha fic, so i really hope that you enjoy the read. i actually went through a phase when i really didn’t like keigo’s design, n i didn’t understand why people were obsessed with him. but fear not, for i have seen the light, n he’s now my favourite character from the series, hhh. i’m classing this is a warm up bc i plan to write about him again for my kinktober, so i really hope that i did him justice ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

it’s been a long, long day. 

outside, it’s dark, the moon having long replaced the sun’s place in the sky. the evening air is bitter now that autumn has arrived, and it bites between the quills of keigo’s feathers, inducing a shiver that trembles down the length of his spine. 

it cools the perspiration that has built upon the surface of the nape of his neck, and he quietly grunts his approval, the steady beat of his wings faltering as his concentration momentarily lapses. 

regaining balance is an unfamiliar struggle as he’s now distracted by the coil of heat that is making its presence very much known. it pangs a jolt of fire that has his stomach churning, and his entire body suddenly plunges by a couple of feet, feathers scrambling to hold him afloat as he gathers enough wit about himself to  narrowly avoid colliding with a nearby chimney. a sigh of relief is expelled from the centre of his chest, and he strains to focus on keeping his body airborne. 

the rest of the journey to your home is eventless, and he somehow makes it to you in one piece. however, when you finally unlock the hatch on the balcony door, you’re frowning at the sheen that has built on his brow, illuminated by the moonlight that seeps in through the curtain that has been shifted aside to allow him to step into the living room.

as soon as the door is locked, curtain tugged back into place, you stare at him, eyes narrowing, and despite the suspicious look on your face, he can’t help the slouching of his shoulders as he listens to the steady beat of your pulse. predator-like pupils narrow in on the thrumming that gently vibrates the fragile skin of your throat, mouth dry as he listens to the thump, thump, thump. each beat has his ears ringing, and it isn’t until your head tilts towards him, that he realises that you’ve said something. 

‘sorry,’ he slurs, eyes heavily lidded as he pretends that his skin doesn’t feel as if it’s aflame. ‘what’s that you said?’ 

‘are you…?’ your eyes look him up and down, expression suggestive in the tilting of a brow that reaches up toward your hairline. you don’t have to finish your sentence in order for him to understand what you’re asking. 

‘aha,’ he forces a pained laugh, brows pinching together as his fingers tug at the collar of his jacket. ‘yeah.’ 

your chest heaves with a sigh, reaching to unzip the thick suede jacket, pushing it from his shoulders and carefully guiding the fabric down the expanse of his wings before draping it over the arm of the settee. he feels the cooling relief instantly, shoulders sagging as a noise that suspiciously sounds very much like moan escapes from his mouth. 

you’re already reaching for the button on his trousers. ‘suppressants?’ 

you’re making quick work of ridding him of his clothing, and his mind is reeling, struggling to catch up. he’s distracted by the fabric of his trousers—along with his belt—sliding past his knees and bunching at his ankles with a soft thump. he stares as you’re shifting him out of his bodysuit next, and all too soon, all is left is for him to kick his boots from his feet in order to shimmy his ankles free of the remainder of his clothes. it takes a few long moments for him to realise that you’re still awaiting his answer. cheeks aflame, he clears his throat and asks you to repeat what you’d asked. 

‘suppressants?’ you remind him again, the corners of your mouth tugging upward into a gentle smile that has his very naked cock twitching with interest. you, on the other hand, are wearing far too many clothes for his liking. still, the sight of you has his own saliva parching his dry throat, your scent almost overwhelmingly strong when he inhales a lungful. ‘kei?’ 

‘i, uh, yeah—forgot ‘em,’ he answers distractedly. ‘s’come early this time.’ 

he’s referring to his seasonal rut, you understand without him having to blatantly say so. that, and you’d have to be blind to not notice the way that his eyes repeatedly fixate to the juncture of which your neck meets your shoulder. usually, his ruts come once a fortnight during the spring and summer months, with a final rut usually arriving in early winter. this time, however, the irregular intake of his hormonal suppressants has his gaze sharper than usual, nostrils flaring as he doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he’s scenting you. 

you’re unable to stop the way that your thighs clench together, and with those bird-like instincts of his, of course he notices. 

and before the startled yelp has even finished escaping your lips, he’s on you, your limbs flailing as he tackles you to the settee. you land with a soft oof! head spinning as he literally tears your clothes from your body. 

‘hey—!’ you start to protest when his claws easily shred through your favourite t-shirt. ‘i liked that one!’ 

he doesn’t care. 

two golden orbs are greedily soaking in every inch of naked flesh that is exposed to him, and by the time that you’re just as naked as he is, his entire body is humming with need. you’re very much aware of the weight of his cock dropping to your thigh when he leans over you, caging your form underneath his. from this angle, as he looms over you, the expanse of his wings appear larger, the feathers bristling under your attention when you reach to stroke a finger over the left wing. he hums, louder this time, teeth latching onto your collarbone, his tongue soothing over the sharp sting that his canines leave in their wake. 

he murmurs your name, nose nuzzling at the sensitive spot just behind your ear, and he shifts so that his hips are now pressed flush against yours. you keen underneath him, the rounded tip of his cock catching on your clit at just the right angle. it’s no surprise that your cunt is already oozing a mess all over him, and he can’t help but grin against your pulse, inhaling where your scent is the strongest. his wings tuck themselves as close to the wide expanse of his back as they possibly can, allowing him more room to move as he drags his cock over your slit, groaning when the nub between your legs swells for him. he aims, insistently grinding against the throbbing bundle of nerves, relishing in the way that you cry out for him. 

his lips claim their home on your neck, a litter of bruises already forming at where he’s busying himself with suckling marks to the surface of your skin. 

at some point, his hips instinctively shift, aiming lower in order the find the opening that beckons him in with an array of flutters that he feels when his tip prods at it. 

‘w-wait—kei, wait!’ 

upon recognising the alarm in your voice, he stills, withdrawing just enough to see the stress on your face. immediately, his feathers bristle just as the hairs on the back of his neck raise. sniffing, he searches for any distress in your scent, upper lip curling when he tastes the faint panic that taints your smell. 

‘i don’t have any condoms,’ you blurt, heat scorching your cheeks. 

‘you’re on the pill, r’member?’ he’s already leaning in to kiss at you once more, when your hand flies up to slap your palm against his forehead, holding him at bay. 

‘you know they don’t work when you’re like this,’ you remind him, eyebrow raising once more. 

‘docs have tablets that work,’ he mumbles, gaze zoning in on the rise and fall of your chest. ‘made extra strong for shit like this. we can get some t’morrow.’ 

there’s a small bite of relief that slumps your shoulders, but you still say, ‘i don’t think we should risk it until we get some.’ 

‘please?’ his bottom lip actually juts, ‘just the tip—‘n’ i’ll pull out,’ he reassures you, adding, ‘promise,’ when he sees the doubtful look that is aimed his way, even offering his pinky finger to you. 

you peer at him from under your lashes, regarding the desperation that morphs his features, pupils long blown wide. his skin is coated in a sheen of sweat, and his cock hasn’t stopped throbbing against your inner thigh for the entirety of this conversation. by the time that your pinky is looping its way around his, it seems that his patience has run out, as he’s already pressing over you once more, your hole fluttering once, twice, before it’s stretching wide in order to accommodate his girth. 

and at first, he behaves. 

he sticks to his promise, thrusts gentle as he pushes the tip in, withdraws, and pushes back in again. he repeats the motion several times, forcing your hole to adjust the stretch of him over and over again. he even withdraws enough to slap the heavy weight of his dick directly to your clit, eliciting a sharp cry that has him responding with a growl of his own, his balls heavy with a load that begs to be released. 

your slick stains his cock in pearl coloured strands that sticks to him and has his length easily slipping between your glistening folds until he’s entering your hot cavern once more. this time, he has to pause in order to halt the coil in his gut that is dangerously close to snapping. but then, your fingers are reaching to find purchase in the strands of honey coloured hair that kiss the nape of his neck, your legs locking tight around his hips. 

all sense of decorum is lost, and with a growl that burns the back of his throat, his entire length fills your cunt so suddenly that you can’t even find it in you to protest. he moves to sit back on his haunches, hands grabbing at your thighs and pushing them so far back that they touch your chest. despite the many times that he’s made love to you, this is the first time that he’s shoved you into a mating press, and from this angle, you’re able to watch the way that your drenched hole greedily sucks at his cock with each forward cant of his hips that roughly punches the breath from your lungs. 

he ruts into you at such a pace that has you scrabbling to catch your balance on the back of the settee, widened eyes taking in the sight of his abdominal muscles flexing with each drive of his hips, scarlet wings stretched magnificently high above his head. 

the sight has your spine tensing with the promise of your impending climax, and when you do come undone, it is with a wail of his name that has your thighs shaking under his vice-like grip. your gummy walls clamp tight, and it doesn’t take much longer for him to follow after you. he’s loud, much louder than usual, howling your name in return as he dumps ribbon after ribbon of sticky white seed that claims your cunt as his. his knot quickly forms, locking his girth inside you, and you desperately struggle to come down from your high. your clit throbs aggressively, walls continuing to dance around his length, draining him for all he has, and eventually, he all but begs, ‘s-stop.’ 

you release a soft mewl, weakly stroking up the length of his forearms before sliding over his shoulders and tugging until he’s carefully hunching over you, mouth blindly searching for yours. the scratch of his stubble is a welcome sensation, his tongue tangling with your own as he licks his way inside your mouth. you hum, languid satisfaction rendering your limbs to jelly as you simply lay there, limp. 

twenty minute pass before his blood finally simmers, knot slowly releasing his cock from the safety of your cunny, his seed leaking a mess all over your inner thighs as it breaches past your opening.

but it isn’t until his lips are brushing along the length of your collarbone when he realises that he’s just broken his first ever pinky promise, and he can’t help but heave a choked laugh to the pulse at your neck. 

oops. 

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[stargirlo]

men that talk u thru it while they destroy ur insides ♡.

oki okie. having sex w ur boyfie can be consensual and gentle at some times, but there can also be nights were he absolutely destroys you in & out >< while he says the sweetest things against ur ear!! eek! it makes u melt into a little puddle like an ice cream melting on the sun.

he has u in a mating press, pussy in display, boobs all mushed against one another as his hips rut against yours. he's huffing and panting like a dog getting its treat before leaning his upper body against yours, his grip on the back of your knees tightens slightly as his hips snap and roll into your pussy. his cock nuzzles in deep into your sopping hole, a lewd squelch erupting along the way.

his lips brush against the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

"my good girl, takin' me so well . . . you like it, baby? c'mon answer me . . ."

"i know, i know, sweetie . . . jus' one more 'kay? i promise, one last time."

as he brings you close to another orgasm, he'll always embrace you close to him, assuring you that you're doing such a good job and calling you his good girl :(( all the while ur a crying mess & babbling how it's too much, and he knows that it's too much 4 you </3

"let it all out baby, yeah i got you . . i got you, fuck─ you're so tight, sugar . . ."

"aah─ you're so pretty like this, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl . . ."

"fuck, look at me like that again and i might just fuck you again . ."

he prolongs the pleasure by rubbing your clit slowly in circles as he continues praising you, his cock throbbing and softening inside you as his cum slightly gushes out of your pussy, watching it flow down beneath the wrinkled bedsheets.

"i know i promised that this will be the last one but . . . i can't help it, sweetheart. need ta' fuck you one more time . . . can you do that for me, again?"

oh boyyyyyyyy :oooooo

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[roaron]

╰┈➤ WHAT KINKS THEY HAVE ! ♡

╰┈➤ jjk men x f!reader ♡

╰┈➤ characters -> ᰔ、( gojo satoru, geto suguru, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento ! )

╰┈➤ warnings ! —> ( mentions of f! and m! genitalia, mentions of breeding + creampies, spanking, somnophilia, mutual masterbation, degradation + praise, bondage, lingerie, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of voyeurism, katoptronophilia —> { sexual activities in front of a mirror }, biting kink. ) ᰔ、

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ᰔ、a/n - im back, for now. don’t get excited.

mutual masterbation / praise kink / voyeurism !

GOJO SATORU shamelessly admitted to you one day that he liked watching you masterbate. he then emphasised on the fact he more specifically enjoyed watching you finger yourself. the sight of your pretty fingers pushing into the same cunt he fucks every night really turns him on.

“you just always need something up your pussy don’t you” he purrs one day when he walks into your shared bedroom and catches you stuffing your cunt with two of your fingers. SATORU grins and kicks off his shoes before crawling onto the bed and sitting beside you, his eyes locked onto your pussy as he pulls his semi-hard cock out his dress pants. he licks his lips and reaches towards you—taking your hand and bringing it back to him, placing it on his twitching cock. “stroke.” he says calmly before he reaches his hand back over towards you— more specifically your pussy. rubbing your swollen clit with his index and middle fingers before dipping them into your wet hole. he smiles and shuffles closer to you, fingering you at the same speed that you’re stroking his cock. “a pretty girl with such a pretty pussy.” he grins as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, always remembering to treat you with love regardless of what the two of you are doing. “love you” he coos playfully and smiles at you— pressing his forehead to yours as you both cum.

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spanking / creampies !

GETO SUGURU loves nothing more than witnessing his cum leaking out of you after hours of rough fucking. a dazed look in his eyes as he zones out on your pussy— his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips before he dives in and presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. a sort of half-assed apology before he rams his cock right back into your sopping wet cunt, fucking you with no mercy, waiting to fill up your pussy all over again.

his hand comes down on your ass, spanking it as he keeps rutting into you, his other hand shoving your head into the mattress to silence your whimpers and sobs for him to slow down. “gonna fill you up again yea’ ? hold it in. don’t waste a single fucking drop.” he growls as he fucks you deep from the back for what feels like hours. time passes and he bottoms out in you again, filling your pussy to the brim before swiftly pulling out and leaning down, watching your cunt with hawk eyes. he frowns as he sees a few drops of his cum trickle out your hole— his hand immediately coming down to spank you again repeatedly till you’re shaking and your asscheek is red. “cmon princess, i said hold it in…” SUGURU sighs before he wipes some sweat off his forehead “here we go again.” he grunts before plunging his cock right back into you for what would most likely not be the last time.

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somnophilia / bondage !

CHOSO KAMO is one nervous man when it comes to participating in any kind of sexual activities with you. sometimes he runs off and sometimes he just freezes up. so to overcome this little fear of his, you suggesting that he fuck you while you’re asleep— so that there are no eyes on him. he was sceptical at first, coming up with any excuse he could to back out but you couldn’t help but see the obvious and protruding bulge appearing beneath his pants at the idea.

so off to bed you went, leaving your panties off and your pussy bare for him while CHOSO gulps and sweats at the sight of you. his hand shakily going to unbuckle his belt and pull out his already leaking cock. he lines up with your hole and nervously pushes inside, clenching his eyes shut as he bites his bottom lip, waiting for any sign from you that could embarrass him, until he remembers— you’re asleep. he blinks a few times, his eyes a little hazy as he looks down at his sleeping princess. “fuck…. pretty thing…” he whispers under his breath as eventually gets more comfortable and starts speeding up, pouting slightly as you toss a little in your sleep. and so he takes off his belt completely, using it to tie your hands to the headboard of the bed— restricting your movement. “you’re so pretty.. pretty doll.. so hot..” he grunts lowly, babbling to himself as his eyes roll back and he ruts into your sleeping body sloppily.

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exhibitionism / degradation !

SUKUNA RYOMEN couldn’t care less what people think of him, and this is clear by the way he has you bouncing on his thick cock while he sits on his throne in front of his servants. bear hugging you and pounding into your cunt while he forces his servants to watch. “look at all the attention you’re getting whore. smile for them.” he purrs devilishly in your ear and holds you down on his cock, making sure it presses deep deep inside your pussy, kissing your cervix. you writhe and twitch in pleasure as a dick drunk smile crosses your lips “thank you” you utter to the beady eyes of the servants— your pussy full to the brim with cock.

SUKUNA then makes sure to kill every servant who ever witnesses the two of you having sex. he brings them to his throne room, puts on a show, then kills them off. a vicious cycle which he couldn’t care less for. in the end it’s all for his pleasure. showing off his bitch and how well you take him inside you. he’s rough like that— rough in bed. which you know better than anyone since it’s you who has both their holes stuffed every night. one with his fingers and one with his cock. since SUKUNA would rather die than use a dildo. both penetrating you at the same time until you’re crying and sobbing. “slutty girl. look at you.” he hissed in your ear as he dicks you down for several more hours until he’s satisfied.

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breeding / katoptronophilia !

NANAMI KENTO is a gentleman. a hard working man with a hard working job. so when he comes home with his cock strained against his tight pants and a pink tint on his cheeks— you already know what to do, being the perfect wife you are. you lead him to the bedroom and wait for him on the bed. however, you’re surprised to see him swerve straight past you, and instead go to prop up the full body mirror right in front of the bed— making sure it’s in position before he makes his way over to you.

he begins peeling off your robe and slipping off your panties, giving gives your pussy a tender kiss as he always does before he dips his cock into your cunt. grunting lowly as he rocks the bed with each thrust. his eyes glancing from your face to the mirror reflecting all the lewd actions the two of you are doing. “god we should’ve done this sooner… my angel..” he whispers in your ear and let’s put a groan as he eventually cums inside you— pulling out momentarily and smiling “you know the drill princess” he says calmly and you nod, reaching down and stuffing his cum back in, making sure it stays inside while be pumps his cock for another round. his soft eyes looking over your body, one of his hands caressing your inner thighs and your clit while his other hand strokes his cock. “ill make sure you’re full tonight my love… relax for me..” NANAMI ushers and kisses your cheek before lining his cock back up with your hole.

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[kleftiko]

❦ FAMILY AFFAIR

"keigo can’t help that the sight of you with kids makes him want to put a baby in you, and you’re so willing to let him"

cw: rut, breeding, marking/biting, possessiveness, unprotected sex, cream pie

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

It started with your niece and nephew.

When the two of you knocked on the door, only for the five-year-old girl to open it a sliver, scream your name in glee, and immediately start giggling and running around, Keigo already felt it in his stomach.

Then it was the way you sat on the couch, and she crawled into your lap while her older brother started showing you his latest drawings. The way you could so easily switch between talking to the two of them, holding your niece as she started climbing all over your shoulders, had him tuning out his brother-in-law in favour of admiring you with the unknowing feeling again.

The next was the way you handled your nephew when he tried running up the stairs in his clean socks, only to slip and hit his knee. Keigo could only freeze up when he heard the crying, wanting to comfort him but not knowing how. When you bent down to his level and showed him one of the little scars you got when you were younger and fell off your bike, explaining how you also cried when you hurt yourself, he felt his cheeks heat up.

The final straw was when your niece, who carried around her hawks plushy everywhere, whispered in your ear while looking at him with a shy glance. You smiled kindly at her and said, "I don't think so. I'm gonna marry him." And he finally recognized what he was feeling.

He wanted to make you a mom.

The whole way home, he was quiet, and it was a little unnerving. But Keigo couldn't help the thoughts going through his mind. If you had a little girl, would she look as beautiful as her mother? His heart couldn't help but swell at the thought of going home to his two favourite girls and holding them close. If you had a son, he would definitely be a mama's boy, smiling up at you for praise every time he did something. You were just so good with kids that it would be impossible for him not to be.

And then he started thinking about making a baby. He couldn't help the way his cock twitched in his pants when he thought about fucking you raw. You two had never done that before; clean-up was always easier when he had a condom, and it gave the two of you peace of mind with his hectic job, but thinking that he could make a mess of you by filling you up with his cum so that it was dripping out onto the sheets beneath you was something he didn't know he needed in life until that exact moment.

The noises you would make as he fingered his cum back into your sopping pussy, the way you'd waddle around when you're pregnant with his kid, the fact that you'd be forever his when he gives you a child—it all made his brain fuzzy.

So when you softly asked if he was okay when you came home, he couldn't help but grab you and kiss you. He held you tightly, feeling a deadly rush of emotions and gratitude for having you in his life.

And the way you so easily let him slip his tongue into your mouth without question had him whining in need.

"I wanna give you a baby." He mumbled between kisses, pushing you blindly to your shared bedroom.

You uttered a sound in confusion, but it was interrupted by a gasp when he started sucking at your neck.

"Need to make you mine, baby, all mine." He babbled. "need to get you pregnant—need to fill you up."

You whined loudly at that and grabbed the belt of his pants, yanking his body right up against yours and pushing his hard cock into your hips.

"You wanna fuck me raw, baby?" You asked with such a sweet voice that his legs wobbled. "Finally wanna cum inside?"

He nodded his head vigorously, his cloudy eyes filled with desire.

"Yes, please," he whimpered, his voice laced with desperation.

Your hands reached down to grope him. You could feel his arousal growing beneath your touch, and a wicked smile played on your lips.

"Mmm, you're so hard for me," you purred as you teasingly squeezed him. "I can't wait to feel you deep inside me."

His breath hitched as he let out a low moan, completely lost in the moment.

As you pushed him onto the bed, his muscle memory nearly kicked in, and he almost reached to the side table to grab a condom when he remembered what you two wanted. Instead, he grabbed your hips and threw you down beside him, foggy mind barely registering the harsh bounce against the mattress.

With animal-like speed, he pounced on you, strong hands gripping your wrists like iron as they held them above your head. His mouth dipped to the curve between your shoulder and neck, pearly white teeth sinking into the flesh that had you hissing in pain and rubbing your legs together.

"Keigo!" you shouted, completely enraptured with this new feeling.

"Sorry, baby," he muttered half-heartedly, his whispers tickling the edge of your ear before he bit down there too.

You couldn't stop the delightful shivers if you wanted to. Keigo's mouth continued its trek, nipping at all the soft spots along your beautiful skin that had you panting. He only released your wrists when he couldn't take the confinement of his pants anymore; the pathetic whimpers he let out as he clumsily undressed his lower half had you equally rushing your jeans off as well. You didn't have time to take off your shirt when your boyfriend smashed his lips into yours for a heated kiss, his cold tongue immediately swiping across your own in a desperate attempt to taste you. and you didn't bother slowing him down; the rational hero he was by day was long gone, and the man in front of you held no other purpose than to be completely yours. His rough fingers slid under your shirt, one hand groping your tits through your bra and the other sliding between your legs.

He whined into your mouth, barely detaching your lips to mumble, "How are you so wet, baby? want this just as bad as me?"

All you could do was clumsily nod, your boyfriend not letting you leave his touch for more than a moment. It didn't matter, though, because with the way you wrapped your legs around his waist, he could tell you only wanted to be closer.

There was a messy overlap of hands as the two of you feverishly grasped for Keigo's thick, leaking cock and lined it up to your heat. The erratic atmosphere only cooled down for a second when he slipped inside you--you both releasing sighs of euphoria--before your boyfriend when absolutely feral.

His movements became all the more intense and primal, as if all those years of pent-up desire and longing were finally free. He gripped your hip with one hand, the other balanced your leg over his shoulder while you clawed at the soft skin of his arms in an attempt to clear your mind from the pleasure he was giving you. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic collision of your bodies, heightening the passion between you both.

"Fuck, baby, you're mine—you're all mine," he panted. "'m gonna make you feel so good. 'm gonna fill you up."

"Gonna give me a baby, Kei?" You responded, just to hear him whimper and see a thin line of tears well up in his closed eyes.

If it was possible, he slammed into you harder, sending your back to arch in ecstasy at the feeling and the sound of your dripping cunt sucking him in.

"Fuck, mama, you'll be so good." He babbled, moving the hand that was digging into your hip to your leg and pushing them both forward.

You gasped breathlessly as your knees hit your chest, but you didn't have time to say anything when your voice broke in a scream at the feeling of keigo hitting you so deeply in this new position.

Your body trembled uncontrollably as the intense pleasure consumed you. Your senses were overwhelmed by everything—the heat of his body against yours, the sound of his pants and the thrusts moving the bed, the smell of both of your arousals dripping from your leaking pussy—it was all too much. Every thrust from Keigo sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your veins, pushing you closer to the edge of bliss. You didn't have any sense left in you to warn him that you were cumming; instead, you let out a strangled gasp as your head rolled back.

Whether or not your boyfriend understood what happened didn't matter, because seconds later he was screaming your name in a daze and releasing his hot cum into your abused pussy.

Then the atmosphere became softer, tired and satisfied pants coming from both of you as he laid his sweating body on top of yours. His hot breath tickled at your neck, his arms wrapped around you, and his now-softening cock stayed stubbornly inside you. It took a few minutes before you could catch your breath and say something, but neither of you minded, not when you lovingly kissed his head and traced the red scratches you left on his biceps.

#kleftiko’s kinktober #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #takami x reader #my hero academia smut

[lovebugism]

Okay maybe Eddie bought a silly couple costumes for himself and r (something cute with “Why aren’t you wearing a costume?” and “I’m not wearing that.”) 🩷

ty for requesting lovie! happy fictober! ily! — eddie buys you a costume you don't feel pretty enough to wear and the gang crashes your cuddling session (hints of smut, hurt/comfort, established relationship, 2.5k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Your bare bodies stick together beneath a decade-old quilt. Eddie’s nice enough to let you use his lanky bicep as a makeshift pillow while you cuddle on the couch. His other hand hovers over your face, smoothing out the subtle furrow between your brows with the pad of his thumb.

“What’s this face for, huh?” he singsongs into the heavy, golden, post-sex silence of the trailer. His smile is swollen and crooked and barely there. It’s a very hushed sunshine compared to your distant pout.

“‘Cause I still feel bad,” you confess, voice so soft it’s nearly inaudible. Your feet knock with Eddie’s when your anxious legs entwine with his. “I made you miss that movie.”

“You didn’t make me miss shit,” Eddie laughs, assertive but not unkind. His warm palm spreads over your cheek. His chocolate eyes dance between both of yours. “I stayed in ‘cause I wanted to, alright? I wanted to spend time with you.”

“You called me a succubus,” you tease with a gentle giggle.

He had, though he doesn’t have much recollection of it. You looked far too pretty underneath him, and he’d been far too close to his orgasm. 

His hips rutted sloppily against yours, his rhythm gone totally stupid after feeling you gush around him. “Fuck— oh, fuck,” he babbled into the sticky skin of your neck, voice tighter and higher than usual. “You’re a goddamn succubus, you know that, baby? Pussy’s so good… I’d fucking— I’d do anything you wanted me to— shit.”

His legs are still numb from the mind-blowing climax he had a moment later.

Eddie’s chuckle is louder and more boyish than yours. It fills the trailer with sunlight. “Well, yeah. ‘Cause you are. Which means I’d much rather be here with you than at The Hawk with all those other schmucks.”

He kisses you to seal his promise — a chaste peck upon your smiling mouth. It’s beautifully innocuous compared to how good he was making you feel hardly more than five minutes ago.

“I know you don’t like those movies anyway, so…”

“That’s not true,” you argue with a very believable pout.

His gaze goes sympathetic. “Babe… You almost cried when we watched Nightmare on Elm Street the other day.”

“No, I didn’t!” You most certainly did.

“You said you weren’t gonna sleep ever again.”

“I like horror movies ‘cause you like horror movies, dummy.”

The term of endearment makes him grin. He likes it when you get all mean, though you never really mean it. “Is that so?” he lilts with raised brows that disappear behind his fuzzy bangs. The ends of the umber strands are damp with sweat.

You nod lazily against his arm. His fingers are starting to tingle with numbness, but he loves you too much to move.

“Mm-hmm. That’s how relationships work. Compromise. I tolerate horror movies, and you tolerate—”

“Your Harrison Ford obsession?”

You lose your firmness and get all sheepish. “Shut up…”

“I’m pretty sure they were showing Return of the Jedi in the theater over, right after Sleepaway Camp,” Eddie observes suddenly, brushing stray strands of your wild hair from your temple. “We coulda had a double feature tonight, but you wanted to stay in with little old me.”

“That’s ‘cause I love you a whole lot more than some guy I’ve never met.”

Eddie beams at your words. His eyes start to glitter like he’s won something, and his cheeks speckle pink with pride. He’ll never get tired of hearing you say that. He’ll never get tired of you loving him.

“I’m flattered,” he singsongs and means it.

You smile and lean in to kiss his grin. The boy gasps before you can. He springs up from the couch at a moment’s notice, climbing over you with naked limbs. He flashes you his bare ass just before he tugs on the crumbled pair of boxers left forgotten on the floor.

“What are you doing?” you wonder aloud, eyes narrowed in curiosity and mouth quirked in amusement. You twist on the couch so you’re propped against the back of it. You clutch the heavy quilt to your naked chest.

“I forgot something,” Eddie mumbles, halfway to himself, then sends you a lighthearted glare over his shoulder. “Don’t move!”

You still, grinning softly at the boy as you peer at him from beneath your lashes. You watch him while he rifles through a plastic bag beside the TV stand. “I got us something while I was at the Halloween store with Harrington earlier,” Eddie explains over the noisy crinkling sound.

“Oh, god…” you murmur.

Eddie laughs and looks at you over his shoulder again. “C’mon, babe. Have a little hope, would you?”

He returns to the couch with a smirk and something he hides behind his back. He grins like a kid when he reveals them to you — two packages of Star Wars themed costumes held in both his hands. 

Pictured on one is a guy who looks eerily like Han Solo — complete with the vest, blouse, and holster triad. The other is an uncanny Leia Organa in a skin-tight white suit, beige knee-high boots, and a flowing cape.

You blink at both of them, then at Eddie. 

“…I don’t know what I’m looking at.”

“Our Halloween costumes!” he exclaims with a beam. “See, I’m gonna be Han Solo— ‘cause I’m, you know, charming and sarcastic and handsome.”

“Don’t forget humble,” you joke with a lovesick grin.

“—And you will be my beautiful, hard-headed Leia Organa.”

You glance again at the package in his right hand, at the pretty woman on the cover. You know you won’t look nearly as good in the costume as she does. Your soft smile flickers. 

“Eds…” you mutter in a wavering lilt.

A frown forms between his bushy brows, similar to the one you’d been sporting earlier. “What?”

“I told you I wasn’t gonna dress up this year, remember?” you remind him, shifting awkwardly on the couch and clutching the blanket closer to yourself.

“But it’s Halloween, babe! Why wouldn’t you wear a costume?”

Your mouth opens and closes as you stammer out an excuse. “Because— I don’t know— I’m too… indecisive. Like, that’s a lot of pressure.”

“That’s why I picked for you!” Eddie grins, totally oblivious.

You laugh. It’s a bit cynical but not totally unkind. “I am not wearing that.”

He pouts, like a child or a hurt puppy. “But why not?” he wonders with a crestfallen inflection.

Again, you stammer. “Because— I mean— Just look at her, Eds!” you gesture to the package he holds with a significant focus to the girl on the front. “I don’t look like her!”

He grows from sad to confused. His brows pinch as he tilts his head to the side. His wild curls tickle his bare, pale shoulder. “Oh… kay?” he mutters, trying his best to understand you but not getting it completely.

You huff. Your chest stings as you explain it all to him.

“I’m… I’m not gonna look like the girl on the cover. You know that, right? I’m not— I’m not Princess Leia kind beautiful, you know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugs, seemingly agreeing with you and smiling all over again. “You’re a you kind beautiful. That’s what makes you so damn sexy.”

He leans down over you with the intention to kiss you. 

Still pouting and inwardly aching, you pull back from him.

“Eddie…” you murmur, still gentle but obviously sadder.

He concedes with a small sigh. The couch cushions dip with his weight when he sits down beside you. He leaves the packages abandoned on the other side of him and gives you his full attention. 

“Look… You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, alright? We can stay in for Halloween for all I care. I just… I think it’d be a lot of fun, you know?” the boy rambles with a seriousness that’s typically foreign to him. His palm smooths across your knee over the thick quilt. His lips quirk into a crooked grin. “And I think you’d look… very pretty as my Princess Leia.”

His chocolate eyes twinkle with an undeniable sincerity. It makes your chest feel so warm it burns.

“Yeah?” you mumble, not quite believing him but wanting him to hear him say it anyway.

“Totally,” he scoffs like it’s obvious. He presses a lingering peck to your lips, then melts when he tastes leftover sex upon them. 

A switch flips within him then. His belly twists, and his eyelids get all heavy. His smirk is weighed down by lust as he pulls back from you and shrugs. “I think I could show you better than I could tell you, actually…”

Across the living room, the door busts open. 

Sunlight explodes throughout the dim trailer, making the two of you squint. 

Steve enters first, knocking on the open door to announce his arrival. “Phone’s off the hook,” he observes, pointing to the telephone lying face up on the table beside the front door. 

Eddie had two fingers inside you, and the thing just wouldn’t stop ringing. He grumbled in annoyance when he had to part from you to hang it up.

Steve puts the thing back on the hook while Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle walk in behind him.

Mortified, you watch with wide eyes as your uninvited friends file in. Your grip tightens around the blanket. You use one hand to make sure every inch of your naked body is covered with it.

Eddie doesn’t seem nearly as bothered by it as you are. Instead, he huffs in annoyance and spreads his arms along the back of the couch. They were the ones barging in, after all. If they had a problem with his pale, lanky figure and his thin, plaid boxers, then that was on them.

“Oh. Come in,” he hums, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “Make yourselves at home.”

Robin’s got a thousand-year stare in her eye and a blue, red, and purple mouth. “Can I use your bathroom?” she wavers, voice strained. Her fists are clenched beneath her baggy flannel. They tremble beside her baggier jeans.

“Uh, yeah. Knock yourself out.”

She’s already rushing down the hall before he can get the words out.

The two of you watch her leave and then turn to Steve. He’s an expert in all things Robin Buckley nowadays. He shrugs and tells you, “She had, like, four slurpees while we were waiting on you guys at The Hawk.”

You shift awkwardly like you’re getting scolded. Eddie only laughs.

As all the gang settles around the trailer — Jonathan on the recliner, Nancy on the arm of it, and Steve sitting on the adjacent table — Argyle is the only one without a place to sit. He idles beside the couch, smiling at you with rosy lips and rosier eyes.

“How are you doing today, amigo?” he wonders with a curt nod, as mellow as ever.

You smile up at the boy, not nearly as fazed by the bright style and long raven hair as you used to be. Actually, you’ve grown quite fond of his slurred jokes that don’t really have a punchline because halfway through, he realizes he’s forgotten it entirely.

“Good,” you respond, crossing your arms over the quilt you’ve got bunched at your chest. “You?”

“I’m peachy, brochacho,” he nods back at you. He grins, but the bright expression is weighed down by the weed. The skunky smell entwines with his musky cologne, creating a deep earthy scene that’s much more bearable than the weed alone.

“Not that I’m not thrilled you guys showed up—” Eddie starts with an inflection that would imply otherwise, wide eyes flitting around the room. “—But what the hell are you doing here?”

“You’d know if you answered the phone,” Steve retorts with a scrunched nose, flipping through a random car magazine. The Beemer on the front matches the sunshine yellow of his sweatshirt.

“Well, I was a little busy, Harrington—”

You nudge Eddie before he can finish the stupid joke. Everyone could already hear it anyhow — “I was a little busy, but you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” 

He shoots you an innocently confused look. You give him a half-hearted glare in return.

“You guys flaked on movie night, so we brought the movies to you,” Nancy singsongs with a sweet, pink smile.

Jonathan unrolls the folded-up paper bag between his feet. The flimsy cardboard crackles loudly as he rifles through it. He pulls out a number of unblanketed VHS tapes with handwritten stickers glued to the front of them. 

“Uh… We got Sleepaway Camp, obviously,” the Byers boy mutters in his usual Byers way. He waves the tape in his hand and sits it off to the side. He reaches into the bag and grabs two more. “Twilight Zone and, uh, Return of the Jedi.”

Eddie is as grateful as he is confused. Movie night wasn’t totally gone, and both of your movies had been seemingly carrier-pigeoned to his trailer, but neither should be out on VHS yet. “How…?” the boy trails off with pinched-together brows.

Argyle answers. “Let’s just say I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy…” he smirks, then swirls his features in puzzlement. It looks like he’s trying to do math in his head. “…Who knows a guy.”

“I can pop some popcorn if you guys wanna, you know, make yourselves decent,” Steve teases with a feigned maliciousness as he hops off the square table. The old thing squeaks under his weight.

Eddie’s retort doesn’t miss a beat. “Oh. Right. My bad, Stevie. It’s not like you totally barged in on us or anything.”

You shake your head at their bickering, though you’re still smiling quietly to yourself. Eddie shields you while you rise from the couch. You wear the heavy quilt like a dress as you shuffle down the hallway to his bedroom. The thing trails behind you as you go.

“Sorry about them, sweetheart,” Eddie apologizes as soon as the door clicks closed. 

He’d wanted to say something earlier, but kept his mouth shut instead of making it a bigger deal. He knew you were bound to be embarrassed — because you almost always tend to be, anyway. He didn’t want to draw attention to the situation, or least of all to you, and make it that much worse.

“’S okay,” you shrug and drop the blanket on the carpet. 

Eddie tries not to go all teenage boy at the sight of your naked body, but he nearly loses his mind when you bend over to pick up one of his t-shirts from the floor. 

“We did sorta flake on them,” you reason as you tug the cotton over your head. The baggy fabric falls over you like rain.

Eddie shakes his head, mostly at himself. He couldn’t love you more if he tried.

“Only you would blame yourself when those assholes walked in on us,” he laughs, walking the short distance to you and wrapping you in his arms from behind. He presses a sweet kiss to your neck. You smell like flowers, sex, and his cologne. 

“You’re too sweet for your own good, baby. No wonder those schmucks won’t leave us alone.”

Robin’s voice seemingly comes from within the walls — ‘cause the bathroom is only one room over, and the walls are especially thin. “Rude!” she grouses, voice muffled. “I mean, it’s true, but still.”

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