#so that'd get covered right the fuck up

[evilkitten3]

i just. had a very silly bnha au idea

#what if midoriya izuku was actually shimura tenko #and shigaraki tomura was shimura hana #not au where shigaraki is a chick to be very clear #au where shigaraki realized he was trans after getting adopted by afo but before repressing everything #so afo was like well damn that's convenient and fucked around with shiggy's brain #which is what caused him to repress everything bc afo accidentally made his semi-fake backstory TOO dramatic #like. comic book level over-the-top complicatedness #hisashi isn't even real he's just a placeholder so izuku and inko don't think too hard about why something's not quite right #anyway shigaraki runs into midoriya at the mall and is hit with the uncontrollable urge to be mean to him #leftover older sibling instinct #trying to figure out what actually happened gives everyone a headache #which was totally afo's plan all along guys he didn't just massively screw up and then pathetically try to cover his tracks #haha that'd be silly #recovery girl: midoriya we just got your blood test back. apparently you're shigaraki tomura? #midoriya: i'm. pretty sure i'm not. for so very many reasons #to be fair shigaraki tomura is also not shigaraki tomura #but he doesn't know that so it's fine #inko: *sees her son suddenly grow a new quirk* *too conditioned by afo's mindfuckery to really think about it much* ok #midoriya: *gets a new quirk* for some reason i'm now really scared of getting too attached to a dog? not sure what that's about #bnha #bnha au

[planet-dusk]

Catching lix fucking one of his plushies 🥺

🏷️ lee felix x fem!reader. cw ; sub!felix, perv!felix, mommy kink, masturbating with a plushie, getting caught, cumplay, oral (f), degradation, praise, name calling: slut, pet names: lixie, baby ( 2k w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

felix couldn't help it. he really, really couldn't — there was nothing in the world that'd stop him from getting hard at the mere thought of you, let alone the scent of you.

he buried his nose deeper into the soft fabric of his togepi and took another whiff. he could picture you on top of him, slowly travelling down, taking his cock into your mouth. you'd know exactly what to do. you always know.

the massive plushie had been a gift from you. you'd won it at the summer carnival and had promptly handed it to him. you're the best trainer i know, you'd winked before you were dragged away by changbin to get more cotton candy. the sight of changbin's strong arms wrapped around your waist was burned into felix' memory.

it should've been me. he cuddled his togepi even closer, the irony not lost on him. i should be the one kneeling at her feet each night.

felix had harbored a crush on you ever since chan came up with the brilliant idea to convert their spare room into another bedroom to save on their monthly bills. another housemate to split the rent with had sounded great to felix, until he'd met the person he was going to be sharing a roof with.

"y/n, fuck," felix gasped, palming himself over his shorts. his cock ached and was starting to leak precum already. he always got so hard thinking about you.

the perfume he'd stolen (borrowed, he corrected himself) from the bathroom filled his nose. it was all too easy to close his eyes and pretend it was you in his arms. your hands traveling into his boxers and squeezing his cock. your fingers gliding along his shaft slowly, teasing...

but even with your scent surrounding him the nagging voice at the back of his head kept reminding him you weren't really there. no matter how hard he squeezed his cock, he couldn't get it right. felix let out a frustrated noise and kicked his shorts and boxers off, swinging his leg over the yellow plushie. he moaned when the pressure on his balls made him jerk upwards, rutting his cock into the soft fabric. the friction it provided was delicious, a little rough against his flushed tip, a jab of dull pain shooting pleasure up his spine.

"yes, yes, ahh fuck, y/n, mommy," he whined, holding the plush down with both hands to settle into a rhythm. he was already too far gone to feel embarrassed now, sticky precum darkening the fabric while he rutted against it like a dog in heat. images of you flashed in front of him, your pretty mouth, your plush thighs...

"'mmgonna - ahffuck, y/n, i'm cumming, please, please." his blond hair fell in front of his eyes and his thighs were shaking from exertion, "please let me cum, mommy - ah!"

his entire body trembled violently, ropes of hot cum defiling both his plushie and the sheets underneath. it took him a moment to catch his breath, chest heaving, finally squeezing out the last drops of cum with a shaky hand.

"what the hell, felix."

your voice rang through the air and it felt like a bucket of ice cold water got dumped over his head. felix scrambled to cover himself, pressed the togepi against his body in a feeble attempt to hide his twitching cock, grimacing when he felt his own warm cum stick to his skin.

"y/n - i'm so sorry, this isn't, it isn't what it looks like - i'm..."

he was rambling, and he knew it, mortified and waiting for your shocked expression to turn into disgust.

but it never did. instead, your gaze drifted from the plushie to his face and back down, a slow grin spreading over your pretty features.

"do it again."

"w-what?"

"i said, do it again."

you stepped into his bedroom and closed the door behind you, sitting down at the foot end of his bed.

"are you still hard?"

felix felt his entire face grow hot, from the tip of his nose to his ears. "yes, but —"

"i saw everything, felix. i heard everything."

he looked down and saw a pink flush spreading to his chest, contrasting with the yellow plushie still pressed tightly against his front.

you came closer and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "and it was the hottest thing i've ever seen," you whispered, catching his wide-eyed stare. "so i'm telling you to do it again. or do you need some help from mommy?"

felix' eyes fluttered shut. mommy. as if in a dream, he moved slowly, floaty and fuzzy and almost unable to believe whether this was real or just a figment of his imagination. he straddled the plushie again, all too aware of the heavy weight of your gaze on him.

"just like that, lixie," you cooed. "heard you moaning my name when i came home, found you in here rutting against your plushies like a pathetic slut —"

felix whined and rolled his hips in search for more friction.

"you like that? like it when i call you a slut?" he nodded and you moved to kneel next to him, watching him closely. "how long have you wanted this?"

"since the first time i saw you," he admitted, ducking his head down to avoid your gaze.

"and you've been doing this while you could've been riding my thigh instead? what a shame."

felix groaned. the thoughts you were putting inside his head made his cock twitch against the plushie. he realized how crazy he must be looking, nearly cumming again to the thought of you, like a needy pervert who can't keep it together.

"look at me, felix." you waited until he met your dark gaze, "here's what you're going to do: you're going to make yourself cum again, and i'm going to watch you, and if you're lucky i'll let you watch me."

felix' swallowed hard. getting to watch you get off was a privilege he'd never thought he'd be granted. involuntary, his movements sped up, his eyes falling shut again and pants and moans in the shape of your name tumbling from his lips.

he reached his peak fast, chanting your name over and over just like before. you watched him quietly with sharp eyes, how his hot seed covered the plushie in long spurts. it was even more than last time, so thick and glossy the fabric couldn't soak it all up. it stayed there as an vivid remainder of his shame.

"get off." you motioned for him to move, pulling your own pants and underwear down, and felix noticed the strings of arousal sticking to your panties. his softening cock twitched when he tucked it between his thighs and tried to cover it with his small hands, kneeling on the bed and waiting for your next move.

you straddled the plushie and felix gasped at the sight of your leaking pussy coming into contact with his cum. you rolled your hips experimentally, nose scrunching when the friction rubbed your clit just right.

"feels nice," you hummed, "and you made such a mess lixie, i can feel it."

felix blushed again, but you continued, "such a waste... you could've cummed inside my pussy yourself. now mommy needs to do all the work."

you dipped a finger in the remaining cum, showing it to him before lifting your hips and thrusting it deep inside your cunt. you moaned and started rolling your hips again, grinding down on your the heel of your palm.

felix watched in awe, unsure of where to look; at your face scrunched up in pleasure, at the hand between your thighs, the muscles straining to keep moving...

suddenly, you rolled over onto your back and let your legs fall open. even from his position at the end of the bed felix could smell your arousal, so close and inviting yet so far away. you were so wet your juices covered the insides of your thighs, your slippery fingers barely able to stay on your clit.

felix thought you'd forgotten about him, so he kept quiet, hands still covering his now throbbing cock. his legs were starting to ache from the kneeling position he was in but he didn't dare to move.

"lix, come," it was the first time he'd heard you sound anything else but poised, a desperate note lingering in the air, "come here."

he crawled closer to you, giddy excitement filling his chest. would you let him touch you? would you really let him?

"you've been so good, watching me," you murmured, "watching mommy make her pussy all nice and wet. but mommy needs your help."

felix beamed at you. he'd do anything you ask him to.

"will you let mommy use you to get off, baby?"

"anything you need, mom—," he said, heat spreading to his ears again.

"you can say it, lixie. do you want to make mommy feel good? be a good boy for mommy?"

felix let his head drop against your knee and groaned. he felt like he'd vibrate out of his skin if he didn't get to touch you soon. "please, mommy, use me."

"stick your tongue out."

his whole body shuddered, then stayed frozen for a second, too caught up in the dawning realization: he wouldn't just get to touch you, he'd get to taste you. a low moan started deep in his chest and he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, waiting for your instructions.

"look at you, such a perfect, eager boy for mommy." you smiled at him and he felt a pleasant heat spread through his body. then your hand came up to tangle in his blond locks and he forgot the world around him.

all felix could taste and smell was you, his face pressed into your cunt and kept there by your strong grip on the back of his head. you rolled your hips from his chin to his nose while he stiffened his tongue so you could use him just the way you liked. his hands fisted the sheets and he groaned into your pussy, feeling his own cock grow so painfully hard he thought he'd combust. he pushed all thoughts of his own pleasure away and focused on the way you rode his face; how he was forced to lap up every delicious gush of arousal; the sounds you made; the whispers of his name inbetween moans.

all he wanted to do is please you, his mommy, make you cum over and over again on his tongue. his fingers. his cock, if you'd ever let him. mortified, felix realized he could cum just from this. he whimpered when you tugged on his hair harshly and he started fucking his tongue into your hole, feeling it flutter while his nose rubbed your clit. he knew you were close and doubled down on his efforts, determined to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

he felt it before he heard you, the shake of your legs followed by a chant of his name which sounded like music to his ears. you rode out your high with his face still pressed into your cunt, his tongue now lapping lazily at your clit to help you come down until you gently pushed his head away.

felix hovered over you and you caught his sated smile, his chin still covered with your release. you laughed and shook your head. "what the hell, felix," you repeated your earlier words, and tugged him down next to you. "we're doing that again."

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

#answered #anonymous #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #felix smut #felix x reader #sub!idol #sub!skz #;skz blurbs

[demonic0angel]

Hotel AU

Jason groaned, holding a military grade field dressing to his wound as he tried his best to walk faster. Gunshots rang behind him and instinct allowed him to dodge, but one bullet still managed to graze him by the shoulder. It only made pain flare up worse, but Jason just sucked in a breath through his teeth and toiled onward to get to safety.

His comms buzzed in his ear, but no one was available at the moment. Jason still muttered a soft, "Requiring backup."

No one answered.

Jason, for an existential crisis-having moment, wondered if he was gonna die again.

Just as he thought this, a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into another building.

Jason cursed and pulled out his gun with his unfortunately injured hand and pointed it towards his assailant, but then paused.

He had been pulled into a beautiful, first class looking hotel area.

"What the..." he started, before he turned.

An enormously tall woman smiled down at him. She was outrageously beautiful, with long red hair tied into a ponytail and a neat uniform covered by an apron. "Welcome, sir, to the Phantom Hotel! You seem to be in need of some assistance, would you like some help?"

Jason felt eerily calm and level headed, even as he bled all over the floors. "... that'd be nice." He said gruffly.

"Right away, sir." She said with a smile. She waved to someone over to his side and continued to speak. "I'm the co-owner of this hotel, you may call me Jazz. May I get your name for registration?"

Jason still didn't freak out yet. "Registration?" He echoed, as he took in his surroundings.

The hotel was beautiful, with tall ceilings, marble floors, white walls and candle chandeliers that glowed with dim lighting. People that didn't look like Gothamites milled around the lobby and sitting area, all relaxed and chatting amicably. There were a few that were dancing to club music. There was a noticeable bar in the corner of the room that looked unstaffed but was conspicuous in its size and black coloring.

"Yes, sir." Jazz said. "I assume that you're staying the night? We offer breakfast in the morning, and drinks are free all night!"

Jason was silent for a moment. A person wearing a similar uniform to Jazz, with a dark green vest and dark colored apron, approached them and immediately got to bandaging Jason's wounds.

Once again, Jason did not freak. He felt oddly calm, and in the back of his head, he knew that he was safe here. His gut instinct was to collapse on top of Jazz and take a nap, strangely comforted by her presence.

"... why am I so calm?"

Fuck it. He decided to just voice his question.

Jazz giggled. It was a cute noise. "Why wouldn’t you be? There’s nothing to worry about. We're the same, after all!"

Jason blinked. Then he turned to her as the attendant stepped away with the medical box, Jason feeling all healed up, and he said, "Is a night here free?"

"For you? Yep! Everything is free here."

Jason gave a nod. "Then I'll take a room with a single bed, please. Breakfast is free?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great. The name's Jason Todd."

Jazz smiled, a sparkle in her eyes that made Jason feel all fuzzy with warmth. "Very good, sir. Your room number is 312, on the third floor. Here's your room card." She handed over a plastic card that was procured out of thin air but Jason didn't think about it.

He was mentally exhausted and being in her presence made him feel like he was going to drop and fall asleep on the floor and still wake up refreshed. It was so disconcerting that it was almost not disconcerting.

Jason eventually found the elevator, though not without lingering a little around the area. The vigilante in him was telling him to be careful, even though everything else inside of him couldn't give less of a damn and was telling him to kick back and relax. Jazz, after registering him, had gone to the bar to prepare drinks.

She mixed together alcoholic concoctions amidst a small crowd and the more Jason stared, the more it seemed like the dim light was hiding something. People looked like they were wearing ragged clothes and a lot of them had dark stains. There were quite a large amount of old people as well, along with people with seemingly missing appendages.

The last two details wasn't a bad thing, but the amount of them seemed like a hint to something bigger.

When Jazz made eye contact with Jason, she gave a sweet smile and a little wave, and that was Jason's signal to leave.

He got into an elevator, went to his room, and practically sank into the cloud-like bed before he basically knocked himself out. That night, he had never slept so well.

When he woke up, his body felt rejuvenated and he almost felt peppy. It was as if his previous irritations were only bad days and he had finally struck on a good day for once.

He washed up, miraculously found his wounds all healed up, and when he went to take a shower, his clothes were found on the sink, all washed and patched up. Even his helmet had been cleaned and fixed, pristine like the day he had first gotten it.

Jason could've been more suspicious.

But to reiterate, he couldn't.

Everything about this place was like a mother's hug. It was comforting. It made him feel safe. He felt like there was nothing to worry about and although a small part of him found this alarming, he really couldn't explain why he decided to trust it.

When he came down the elevator for breakfast, he was astonished.

Last night, the hotel had looked elegant and high class. Now, in the morning, everything looked warm and homey.

The various large rectangle tables had turned into small round tables that were densely packed together. The floor was a cool blue carpet and the walls had turned a shade of cream. The ceiling had shrank, but now flowers and vines grew from it, dropping from the ceiling with bright blossoms. The bar had been replaced with a little coffee area, with a young man behind the counter, currently taking orders.

The people sitting around and eating their breakfasts looked different in morning light. They glowed with faint shades of blue and green.

Jason paused to take in the sight, considering this information before he shook it off and approached the counter.

The man, after noticing him, immediately went to the cash register with a large smile on his face. "Hello!" He said cheerfully.

Jason immediately noted the similarities between him and Jazz. They had the same heart shaped face, the same ethereal beauty to them, the same nose and smile. This man, however, had bright blue eyes and dark black hair that swept over his eyes.

"What are you drugging me with? I'm way too comfortable here." Jason blurted out.

The man paused. And then he burst out laughing. Jason couldn't help the few snickers that fell out of his throat too, but they both quickly calmed down and the man explained softly, "We're not drugging you. You're just comfortable here because it's where you belong. Don't stress too much."

He continued to smile reassuringly. "Call me Danny. I'm the owner. What would you like to order?"

Jason's eyes flicked to the menu and then he said, "A California club croissant and a caramel latte, please."

"Coming right up, big guy!"

Jason moved a little bit away to the side so that other people could order.

He couldn't help but contemplate what was going on, but it was a little hard to think being this close to Danny's presence. The urge to fight against his soothed mind and the urge to just relax were warring, but unfortunately, his latter side was winning.

If Jazz had seemed comforting and like a hug, then Danny was the blanket, fireplace, hot chocolate cup and book on a cool rainy evening. It was like Danny was his missing piece that just sucked out all of the fear, misery, and rage inside of him.

It was almost crazy how Jason didn't want to retaliate against them at all.

"Here you go, Jason." A voice interrupted him and Jason looked up into crystalline eyes before something was pushed into his hands.

Jason looked down at his order and then up again. "Thanks."

Danny smiled. "No problem! You're pretty freaked out, huh?"

Jason shrugged. Then he thought about it and he asked, "Can I leave?"

"Of course you can." Danny said. "Come back anytime. For someone like you, you have the opportunity to come by anytime you want."

Jason nodded wordlessly and then, with his order in hand, he started walking to the door.

For one last time, he turned and met Danny's eyes. Danny smiled cheerfully, his eyes squinted in happiness. He gave a big wave and Jason returned it before he put on his helmet and pushed past the doors into the open air of Gotham's polluted and smoky world.

The rose glasses fell off and the pink sparkles faded away with each blink.

Jason stared dumbfounded at his own state of body and mind, as his siblings and family all screamed into his ear frantically, begging to know where he went and how he was.

Jason could only stare at the gray, listless world around him and wonder if he had imagined everything.

"What the fuck?"

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #jazz fenton #dcxdp #dpxdc #hotel au #dp au #dp x dc au #one shot #spoiler: the hotel is a hotel for the dead >:) #it’s back to school for me :’<

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Reacting To You Wearing A Bunny Suit!

pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: moaning, whimpering, dirty talk, kissing, grinding, stimulation.

Summary: To be honest, you just wanted to see their reaction when you put on the outfit, so you bought one. Plus you wanted to spice things up a bit in the bed room so why not?

🖤DAZAI🖤

You just finished putting on the outfit. It was tight and very revealing but you felt powerful in a way. You were checking yourself out in the mirror. How the outfit hugged your curves and the light gray stockings covering your legs. You tried your best to place the bunny ears in a good position when suddenly the door opened.You turned around to see a slightly blushed, yet stunned, Dazai. You started to blush a little too.

"W-well.. do I look good?"

He closed the door, didn't say anything, and walked towards you with the same expression he had as he walked in. He grabbed your hands and kneeled on the ground. looking up at you with glowing eyes.

"You really are a goddess from the heavens! I've been blessed!" He said with literal tears in his eyes.

"All this from a bunny suit?" You looked confused but felt flattered.

"My belladonna~ you did this for me?" He said placing a hand on his chest.

"Well I just did this to see your reaction..so I guess I did it for me and you?"

He got up and put his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to his torso. Your foreheads touching.

"Why don't I show you how much of an affect you had on me just from this outfit?" He says in a husky, low voice.

He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his slightly hardened cock. Your eyes widened a bit, as your cheeks start to blush more.

"Y-you horny bastard!"

He smiles cunningly "Only for you bella~ I mean what were you expecting? That'd I'd just tell you how gorgeous you are, go on about my day, and throw away this opportunity? You wanted to see my reaction right bella~? Well let me show you~"

He then carried you bridal style into your room. You have a very heated night to look forward to. Also he'll definitely make you jump on his dick like a bunny.

💚RANPO💚

You were putting on the outfit in your room, waiting for Ranpo to come from his snack run to the store. After putting it on you looked in the mirror and you were starting to get nervous, when Ranpo opened the door.He stood still by the door way with a bag of snacks in his hand

"Oooo~ you see I knew you had a surprise for me..with my deduction skills! But I didn't know what it would be. I wanted to be surprised"

"Do..you like it?" You said kind of timid with a slight blush.

"Hmm..no"

You felt your heart stop and sank after he bluntly, with no hesitation, said no. You turned pale.

"I love it!"

You let out a sigh.You felt relieved, yet a bit angry. Your face showing a 'are you fucking serious?' face.

"You tease!"

He scoffed "Me? A tease? I'm not the one wearing a cute bunny suit!" He said pointing at you

"H-hey!"

"Well, since you look the part..you know..a bunny..maybe.."

He closed the door, set the bag of snacks on the counter, and walked towards you. He opened his eyes, they looked like shining emeralds, and held your chin up with his fingers.

"You should jump on my cock like a good little bunny"he said with a low voice.

You gulped at his dirty comment. He grabbed your hand and brought your body towards his after he sat at the edge of the bed. Your hands on his chest and his on your hips.

"This is after all what you were hoping was going to happened right~?"

💜FYODOR💜

You just finished putting on the outfit. Checking yourself out in a big mirror, feeling pretty but still shy. It's a very bold outfit in your opinion. You heard the door open, to see Fyodor stare you.

His eyes slowly looked up and down at you. Really taking in what his eyes are seeing. He saw you hugging yourself with a hint of blush.

"How..do I look?"

He closed the door and walked towards you with a straight face. He grabbed both your arms and separated them, forcing yourself to be more exposed. He then laid a hand on your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Don't look so shy, my love~ you have no reason to when your always breathtaking"

Ugh, the things this man does to you could almost make you cry. You looked down, trying to hide your embarrassed, flushed face.He smiled softly at you.

"What made you do this?"

"I uh- just wanted to see your reaction. As simple as that"

"Hm~ your not fooling anyone, my love. You wanted me to have my way with you, isn't that right?"

"W-what no! W-well I mean..of course I wouldn't mind-"

"Hm I thought you'd want to be fucked into oblivion, my dear, but since you said no then-"

"N-no! I mean.. y-yes I was hoping you'd do that. I do want it..please"

He looked at you with a pleased smile "If That's how you want it. How can I resist? especially when you put this on just for me and only me"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You and Atsushi were watching TV when suddenly you told him you'd be right back. You went to your room to put on the outfit. You thought you could surprise him just by walking in front of him. You opened the door and Atsushi looked at you with a bright red face.

"W-what are you w-wearing?! I-i mean not that I don't like it! Your very beautiful- wait, don't tell me you were gonna go out l-looking like that!"

"W-what?! Ofc not! I wore this for you!" You said with a blushed face. Why on earth would he think you'd wear this in public?

"W-well...i love how it looks on you" His eyes looking up and down at you, gulping.

"Hm? Why's that?" You walked towards him with a smirk.You wanted to tease him a bit.

"H-how could I not? It shows off your c-curves very well.. and shows off your legs" he looked at your body, taking in the sight you left before him.

"I put this on for you, love. I did this to see your reaction and im very satisfied."

He looked a bit stunned after hearing the reason you did this just to see his reaction, but then it turned into a more soft look when you put your hands on his cheeks.

"You can do whatever you please"

He paused just for a moment "T-then if you don't mind"

He got up and carried you with your legs around his waist, you let out a yelp of surprise. He brings you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed.

"I think I'd like to play cat and mouse except.. there's a tiger and there's a bunny"

He kissed you passionately, already whimpering softly. Your arms around his neck as his were around your body, your legs still around his waist.He pulled away from the kiss to look deeply into your eyes. Exactly how a predator looks at it's prey. It honestly made you wet.

"I hope you don't mind if I bite a little bit"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were planning on surprising Chuuya by just walking into a room with the outfit on. You were in your room putting on the outfit when Chuuya walked in on you changing. You didn't even notice because your back was facing him. He just stood there in a bit of shock, then realization hit and he starts to smirk. He laid on the doorway with his arms crossed, waiting for you to be done. When you zipped up the suit, finished dressing, you heard a voice.

"Damn your so sexy~"

You jumped a bit, almost falling, but thanks to Chuuya's ability, he caught your fall and laid you back to stable ground. You looked at your boyfriend, who was smirking.

"H-how long were you here for!?"you said a bit embarrassed.

"That's not important..what's important is what made you do this?"he walked up to you

"I- I just wanted to surprise you and see how you would react" you said looking down, flustered

"Well isn't that cute? your so irresistible, doll~ you did this all for me?" He put his fingers on your chin to make you look at him.

"Yes.. I thought you'd like it"

"Well I fucking love what I'm seeing"He said, looking up and down at you.

You felt incredibly flustered.He used his ability to make you float, startling you, and dropping you on top of the bed. He got on top of you and started to caress your entire body, making you moan and whimper.

"God, I can't keep my hands off of you. You drive me so fucking crazy, babe"

"W-well ..you can do whatever you want, as long as it is you, Chuuya~"

He then kissed you aggressively. You both moan into the kiss. He started to grind against you. You could feel his cock, hard and ready to feel you.he pulled away from you.

"If this is for me then you wouldn't mind jumping up and down on me with my cock inside you like a cute lil bunny right?"

#bsd atsushi #bsd chuuya #bsd smut #bsd x reader #bsd ranpo #bsd fyodor #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs #Dazai smut #Fyodor smut #Ranpo smut #Chuuya smut #Atsushi smut

[l0v3tast3]

plz write a lil something for pervy older bf! toji <3

i got halfway through writing this and then decided i didn't like it and started all over so that's why this took awhile lmao but i loved writing this ＼(≧▽≦)／ i love nasty mean but in a nice way toji he's just so. mwah he's so hot i'd let him mooch off of me

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, age gap (reader is 18/19 + toji is late 30s/early 40s), public s3x, toys, edging, size difference, size kink, toji records n takes pics of u, praise kink, degradation, toji uses ur underwear as a gag, bondage, overstimulation, lil bit of obsessive!toji

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who takes you out on dates just to show you off. you'll whine about how people always stare at the two of you and give you judgmental looks, but toji just shushes you and tells you to put on a pretty dress.

✧ ˖ ° he always makes sure you get a booth in the back of the restaurant and takes his phone out as soon as you're both seated. dinner always starts with him opening the app that controlled the vibrator that keeps nudging against your clit, but he only turns it on when your server comes to talk to you (unless there's a booth next to you with people in it, then he tortures you with it).

✧ ˖ ° of course toji doesn't make you cum with it, not for the entire time he drags out dinner. "so impatient to leave, do y'not wanna spend time with me, doll? we're havin' such a good time right now! hm, wha'd'ya think, should we get dessert? they have that cake you like, look!" he watches you squirm with a smile, pretending he's oblivious to your little whines and pleading eyes.

✧ ˖ ° once you're finally done he nearly shoves you into the backseat of his car, pulling you over his lap, pressing his hand flat over your back to keep you lying down. your little dress is hiked up and underwear pushed to the side. the vibrator falls onto his lap while he shoves two thick fingers into you, leaning down to speak in a hushed, condescending tone.

✧ ˖ ° "ya just can't shut up, can ya princess? poor bastard had a fuckin' hard-on the second he saw your face. heh, can't blame him, i got such a pretty baby. y'just can't cover up how you're feelin', do i gotta start trainin' you on how to be quiet? that'd be fun, wouldn't it?"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who's camera roll is mostly pictures and videos taken of him fucking you, fingering you, you dressed up for him, you trying to suck his dick... any way he has ever had you, he has something to remember it with (he will literally delete apps to make more storage for you).

✧ ˖ ° he loves it when you get camera shy; he thinks it's adorable and showers you in praise while he tells you to smile around the fingers he shoves in your mouth. whenever you even look like you think the pictures and videos won't look good, he carries you over to the nearest mirror and fucks you in front of it until you admit just how gorgeous you are. it delights toji that that's your biggest problem with it, not that he had unending amounts of porn with you as the star on his phone.

✧ ˖ ° there's videos of everything. his favorites are the ones where you're absolutely brainless, covered in sweat and his cum, your pretty makeup ruined with tears and smeared on the sheets. toji always makes sure his phone picks up the obscene noises of his dick driving in and out of you while you arch your back and weakly press your hands against his abs. "so beautiful like this f'me, all for me, my little girl, y'gonna cum again? fuck- haa, c'mon princess, cum all over my cock, shit! so fuckin' tight, y'look so pretty cumming all over my cock, think this is the best one we got yet!"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who occasionally shows up at your window in the middle of night, jamming himself through it while you're whisper-shouting that your parents are asleep down the hall. he's already got his hands on you, though, and it doesn't take long before he's balling up your underwear and shoving it into your mouth, already having you on the floor so he can eat you out. whenever you get too noisy he'll stop, pinching your thigh or your ass and asking you if you really wanted your parents to find a man the same age as them fucking you with his tongue.

✧ ˖ ° and he isn't nice when he finally buries himself balls deep in you, either. he'll flip you over and lift you by your neck until you're kneeling with your back pressed into his chest. one hand covers your entire lower face, making sure to muffle the whiny moans you can't help letting out, while the other goes down to your clit to rub tight circles into it.

✧ ˖ ° there's always a tiny bit of panic in the way you claw at his unyielding arms because toji always faces you straight towards your door (which, of course, doesn't lock). he finds it just so darling how you lean your head back to look up at him with a mix of worry and overwhelming pleasure. he just grins and coos down at you, patting his fingers against your cheek a little too roughly.

✧ ˖ ° "'s okay sweetie, y'just gotta be quiet f'me, can ya do that? gonna be a good little girl, right? hm, what, is rubbin' your clit too much? i don't care, sweetie, you're gonna take what i give ya. hah, really gonna cum already? pussy's already so fuckin' wet, they're gonna wake up just from me fuckin' ya, princess!"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!toji who practically has you move in with him. he just loves his pretty baby so much, he wants to be around you all the time! he'll keep you for days at a time, making you lie to your parents about being with different friends (he makes you sit in his lap and fingers you while you're on the phone with them).

✧ ˖ ° it's not kidnapping, per say, but every time you mention going home you somehow end up with your hands tied to his headboard. if he suspects you're still even thinking about leaving, he edges you for nearly an hour until you're crying, promising him you won't leave through whines and hiccups.

✧ ˖ ° he'll leave indents of his teeth in your soft skin as he comes up to you, his titan-sized body blocking you from seeing or feeling anything else but him as he starts pushing into you. the smile that spreads across his face when you nearly cum as his balls pressed into your ass is just sadistic, even more so as he watches you squirm and struggle against your bindings.

✧ ˖ ° "aw, poor baby, y'want me to untie your hands? y'wanna touch me? i don't think ya deserve to, y'were so mean, sayin' ya wanted to leave. really hurt my feelings, princess," he says, cupping your face and rubbing the tears from your cheeks. his hips are moving back and forth so slowly, just slow enough that it keeps you right on the edge, and his grin nearly hurts as he looks down at your glazed eyes and bitten lips. "think ya deserve to now, sweetie? did ya learn your lesson?"

✧ ˖ ° toji listens to you babble apologies, "'m gonna be- be good, promise toji- ah-h, promise, i promise, please!" over and over until he decides to take pity on you. he'll draw his hips back one more time being he's slamming into you, sitting up so he can grip onto your thighs as leverage to fuck into you roughly. you're cumming in seconds, body spasming as your eyes roll back and every part of you is overwhelmed by the behemoth of a man using your body as a fucktoy.

✧ ˖ ° he won't stop until you nearly pass out, stuffing load after load of thick cum into your abused pussy and berating you when it spills out. at the end of it all, when he's coming down from his last high and you're coming back to semi-consciousness, he'll kiss your forehead and murmur that he hopes you learned your lesson.

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[3lli3l0v3r]

doing ellie's makeup? I FEEL LIKE THAT'D BE SO CUTE TY

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☆:this is adorable omg i <3 fluff. disclaimer: i know absolutely nothing about makeup lol but had fun writing thiss. also fuck ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS A LOT EARLIER THAN I MEANT TO. i wanna take this down to edit it some more, embellish it..but don't wish to lose the ask....tumblr lemme private crap when i've misclicked pls. no warnings, just fluff. except not proofread whoops.

doing ellie’s makeup.

a package had just arrived in the mail. you had previously ordered some new products, and were overjoyed about your purchases! needed to try them out, so you got an idea. she wasn't doing anything important right now….surely your artist girlfriend wouldn't mind being the canvas for a change?

“ellie, can I do your makeup??”

you sat down next to her sprawled out form on the couch, scrolling on her phone mindlessly as she shifted to the side to make space for you. she furrowed her eyebrows and didn't look up from her scrolling to murmur, “mmmmm…sure, why not.” you almost jumped for joy, she was going to look so pretty. ellie almost regretted allowing this, but seeing how happy you looked made her melt immediately. “okay wait here.” you went to gather your basket of products, so excited. she put her phone away and waited patiently for you to return. you returned and sat beside her, but that positioning wasn't allowing you to see properly. “lemme sit on you.” she continued laying down and you got on top of her to straddle her waist, laughing at her facial expressions. she wiggled her eyebrows and held onto your hips, thumbs making little circles, “i'm enjoying this.” she said, making your cheeks heat up the smallest touch. you lightly slapped her hands away, “oh shut up, i can't do this well if i'm not like, 3 inches from your face.” “alright, alright princess,” she said through a chuckle, dropping her arms by her sides. still smirking, proud of her jokes. “put this on.” you hand her a ridiculous looking headband, a pink one with a huge bow in the front, to put on to get her soft auburn hair out of her face, and she shoots you a look, but complies anyway. mischievously rubbing your hands together, you search for the base products to apply first. she watches curiously as you set up all the brushes and sponges to give her the makeover of a lifetime. you select one and show it to her, “i'll do this one, its light coverage because i don't wanna cover your freckles. i love them too much to do that.” she nods along, absorbing the information, her cheeks turning a light pink at the compliment. as you apply all the products to her face, she seems so relaxed. you’d honestly expected her to not be a fan, but it was lovely to see her closing her eyes, and just letting you paint her however you so pleased. it was a win/win situation, a sweet moment for both.

you went through most of the routine, and it was time for eye products. making sure to emphasize your point, “okay, stay veeeeery still.” she seemed so at peace, and nodded to say she heard you. you got closer to her, eyeliner pen in hand and as soon as you made contact with her delicate eyelid, her eye started twitching and she burst into giggles. “hey, that tickles.” “ellie stay still, i’ll poke your eye out, cmon, i’m almost done.” “i’m tryin baby.” steadying your drawing hand, and steadying her by holding onto her cheek, slowly but surely you do her eyeliner. it’s uneven and a little wonky because she couldn’t be as still as needed, but charming, if you do say so yourself. and the final step, you pick out your sparkliest lip gloss. as you were applying the finishing touches, she was watching your focus intently, watching your movements so intimately. “there, done.” you finish and lean away from her, inspecting your work. she almost looked like a different person, but the way you’d done it accentuated her features perfectly, and made her green eyes just pop. she looked stellar. lips plump and sparkly, cheeks wonderfully rosy, like a doll. you squealed, “you look so good!!” she batted her mascara covered eyelashes as she sat up closer to you, who’s still on her lap, and pressed a messy kiss to your lips, smearing her gloss everywhere. “ellieeee, wait i gotta fix it.” you fix her lips, holding onto her chin as you do so, and get up so she can visit a mirror to take a look. she gasped, “oh wow.” you watched as she posed and inspected her makeover in front of the mirror, fascinated. “wow, i don’t look like myself….but i kinda love it." she throws a toothy grin your way. “i’m glad, thanks for letting me els.” she kept inspecting and looking at herself, “y’know, the more i look at this the more i like it. you can practice on me more often if you want.” this made you so happy, she looks great as ever with whatever she decides to do with her appearance, and it was so much fun to do this for her.

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[m0uchie]

I wanna ride heizou and hold him close to me, I want him to suck my boobs hehehe :3

𐙚 ways to keep quiet

⟡ you find a way te keep Heizou silent as to not bother the neighbors hehe :3

— pairing : heizou x f!reader

— warnings : NSFW; cumming inside; reader rides heizou; boob sucking?; overstimulation; cockwarming

— a/n : it's a bit short, sry. Also, sometimes I make a lot of spelling mistakes, please don't mind it😭 i'm not that good at English.

He would suck your breasts when you convinced him — after much insistence — that it'd be the only thing that'd keep him quiet. Just because he's so loud!! :(

"Hmm... Baby, the g-neighbors are going to complain-" you whine softly.

"I-I can't-" he sobs, "I can't be quiet, p-please..."

You press your own body against his, closer than you already were. Your breasts getting squeezed and forming a volume between you. Heizou loves looking at them.

This only makes him moan louder, and you let him take control for a little while, stopping any movement and letting him buck his hips upwards in a desperate act due to the lack of stimulation.

You gasp at his touch when he suddenly grabs your ass, filling his hands with your cheeks and groaning at the feeling of them. You're so close together that he can't get his dick out of you. It was even harder with how tight your hole was.

"Too tight- mmmnh... Aaah~ m-more!" the moans increase, leaving you almost as agitated as he is. Touching and pinching your nipples as you massaged them thoroughly with both hands and went back up and down on his cock.

"If you do it... so suddenly- I- hahh..."

He directs his eyes to your breasts, his vision blurring and his mind spinning as he begins to drool. Soon, the hands that previously grabbed your ass, rise without hesitation to your beautiful tits, getting a hold for himself.

"How about-... Mmmnn... You put it in your mouth, hm?" you instigate, and he obliges without a second thought, blindly sucking, as if he wants to swallow them whole. It wasn't possible, but he wished it were.

His moans soon become more muffled, and you can finally go faster, letting your body relax and pushing his dick as deep inside as you can.

The best part was that the harder and deeper he went, the stronger the hickeys on your nipples became, and Heizou made a pleasant vibration with his throat against your skin, sometimes nibbling the reddened area lightly.

He was fucked so dumb and sensitive that the words came out of his mouth unrecognizably. His chin was all covered in drool, running down his chest. What a mess! :(

"Sorry! I'll clean it up for you." he'd say with a nervous laugh, running his tongue over your chest and making you shiver, holding his head so he'd never stop.

"Hmm... You're so good..." you'd praise him, making him perk up and give light bites to your nipples. A gooey white ring was already forming at the base of his cock, and you were both sensitive from so much friction. Heizou noticed that your walls were tightening and your movements were failing, making you struggle to get to your climax.

"L-leave it to me, love." he tells you in a husky voice, holding your hips very tightly and pushing them further down.

You cry from the pleasure. If your bodies weren't glued together before, now they were inseparable. Heizou went so deep inside your pussy that you thought you could see a bulge forming in your belly, and it made you feel complete inside, as his shaft reached all the right spots.

When he realizes that you've gotten used to it and starts to move your waist more easily, Heizou removes himself from your pussy, the tip at your entrance before surprising you with strong thrusts that push against your womb every time his fat cock enters you. Tears streaming down his face as he guided you and molded your pussy to the shape of his cock.

"Ahh Heizou... b-be gentle- mmhgh!" He would detach his mouth from your nipple with a "pop", exposing the reddened bud only to respond "t-try...ing", then focusing on the task at hand, this time just putting his face between your breasts.

And he looked so cute trying so hard. His mouth opened, forming an "o" with his lips as the air left as quickly as it entered his lungs. You push him by the back of his head against you, feeling his tongue wrap around your nipples again. His whining increases.

"Can'tttt!!!" He drawls his words. You stroke the hair that threatened to fall down his sweaty bangs again, being able to see how hard he squeezed his eyes closed, several tears flowing. "Gonna cumm!! Please let it be inside you." he begs and you just nod, also too dizzy with pleasure and exhaustion to retaliate.

Heizou always tries to keep you in order, sucking your breasts without making a mess, but this time he only managed to choke on his own spit, sobbing and crying as he spurted a load of his sticky sperm directly into your womb. And even though he had already reached his limit, he continued, hurriedly circling your clitoris with the premise that he needed you to cum around him too. Knowing deep down that in truth, even if you finished, he didn't intend to stop anytime soon.

When he gets so close to you and your body, he feels like he can't move away any further, even though his dick is red from so much stimulation, he doesn't see himself taking it out of you.

And the moment your pussy tightens and starts to expel your mixed essences out of your hole, even though it's obvious that you just came, he doesn't really see himself pulling his dick out of your warmth.

"H-Heizou—! T-too much-" you complain, but he continues to thrust his cock in and out at a fast pace.

“Just one more time... Please mmn-” he whimpers, squeezing your waist with his hands until he spurts more jets of his cum into your pussy.

"E-enough!" You push his chest lightly when you feel that his cock stopped throbbing inside you at the aftermath of his orgasm, but he doesn't move away, shaking his head in denial. "Don't want to." he answers you, hugging your body tighter and laying down with you.

You sigh heavily, and slowly close your eyes with Heizou's head resting against your chest, giving in to his stubbornness and sleeping with his dick still inside your core. You should've predicted that the next day he'd wake you up by fucking you early in the morning...

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[2btheanswertothequestion]

(part 4 of November Paramedic; part 3 is here and the AO3 version is here.)

Eddie wakes on the following Saturday with an itch beneath his skin. It's been there for days now. Warm and at times aching; an inflammation.

He hasn't seen Steve again. He's been thinking of him and talking about him (or rather listened to Gareth talk about him – he's not convinced Gareth doesn't want to fuck him). But he hasn't talked to him. He could rectify that by asking Max for his number, but that'd mean facing her little freckled self-satisfaction. He's not that desperate (yet).

The bedroom is blue with mid-morning light. Outside the window, some poor bastards drive to their weekend shifts. Technically, Eddie is one of them, but he doesn't start until the afternoon, so he's taking his time yawning and stretching out of his sleep-rumpledness. The cover has pooled around his waist and his t-shirt is rucked up; he scratches the exposed skin, the itch deepening as his fingertips ghost the area above his dick.

He slides his hand down and cups himself. The first caress over his boxers punches a sigh out of him.

The calendar is in the porn drawer, but Eddie doesn't need to have it in front of him – he knows every pixel better than the furrows on Uncle Wayne's face (ew, he shouldn't think of Wayne when palming himself, ewewewewew!). Even if he wasn't so familiar with the photo, he'd be okay. After all, he's sat opposite the subject. He's seen him up close and in four dimensions. Watched him lick salt from his fingers and wrap his lips around paper straws.

The itch now burning, he lunges for the near-empty lube bottle on the nightstand and delves his hands into his shorts. Shifting so the cockhead pokes out of the waistline, he starts stroking in earnest.

He likes to go slower, stop and start and prolong it, but this time it's like a fucking race. He grips the shaft, twists, squeezes the head, pulls, while his other hand rubs his balls. Sweat beads on Eddie's face as his breathing speeds up. He needs to calm down or he'll finish before he's even started.

It's hard, though, especially as the image of Steve is solidifying at the foot of the bed. Kneeling, legs spread, Eddie's thighs resting on top of his. He's wearing the paramedic uniform, zipper down and shirt open, sliding off his shoulders. And he's smiling like that, a hungry glint in his eyes.

Fuck, what would Steve be like in bed? Would he take charge or be passive? Would he be flexible? Does he like giving oral? A guy who looks like that must be getting laid constantly; he has to be good with his mouth. And his hands, they're big, surely big enough to envelop Eddie's around his cock. Eddie prods at his taint, imagining his fingers were longer and thicker as the flats of his knuckles rub through to the muscle. The pressure is building, the tingling lighting up in his chest and legs.

Would Steve let Eddie restrain him? Tie him to the headboard, hook his knees over Eddie's shoulders, and fold him in half? Or would he prefer to hold Eddie down… push him into the mattress, palm splayed between his shoulder blades, and open him until he begged to be fucked. Then he'd spread Eddie's thighs, split him in half on that cock and pound until he screamed-

Eddie screams, hips lifting off the bed. Sizzling waves of pleasure roll over him, leaving him spasming. It came faster than preferred, but fuck it, he's too spent to be mad about it. He should have expected it anyway – November-paramedic always does this to him.

November-paramedic. Steve. Steve could do it to him, too. 'If he was straight, Max would've said so', right? The only thing to worry about then is if Eddie is his type.

(Catching himself in the bathroom mirror, blotchy and shaggy and with spunk on his shirt, he can't see himself being anyone's type.)

Someone knocks on his front door as he prepares to step into the shower. He's not expecting anyone, so he ignores it, stripping and tossing his dirty clothes in the hamper while waiting for the water to get warm.

The knocker doesn't relent. They get louder. Frantic. Shit, maybe it's someone in trouble?

When they bang hard enough to break through the door, he turns the water off and rushes out. Stopping only to grab his sweatpants from the couch, tugging them on as he walks, he reaches the door and yanks it open and

stops dead in his tracks.

There's no emergency. No serial killer running amok and no fire, unless one counts Max's flame orange hair. It's in twin braids today, and she's wearing loose gym shorts and a tank top. She has a tote bag on her shoulder and a smile on her face, but nary a sign of distress.

He slumps against the doorjamb, glaring at her. "What."

"Do you play basketball?" she asks.

"Does it look like I play basketball?"

He gestures to his lanky, shirtless frame. She gives him an unimpressed once-over. Exactly. He's about to ask if she's filled her quota for inane questions this fine morning when she looks at him with unscrupulous eyes.

"Steve and Lucas like to play at the park. I'm not as good as them, but it's pretty fun so I join in. They're competitive and go really hard. Gets sweaty. And they always wear these tiny basketball shorts-"

"Okay, so?" he says, interrupting before the picture gets too detailed and the blush reaches farther down his chest. He crosses his arms even though he knows it won't hide anything.

Max rolls not just her eyes, but her entire head. "I'm throwing you a bone here, dumbass! Do you want to join or not?"

"Why would I want to join?"

Her reply is a mere look, but the 'are you fucking kidding me' is louder than her voice could ever be. His hands, needing something to do, begin rubbing his upper arms.

"What do you get out of this?" he asks. Because he can't think of anything. Is it simply out of the goodness of her heart?

"Meddling in your love life is the closest I'll ever get to becoming God." (Ah. Egomania. Of course.) "So?"

Eddie sighs. On the one hand, there's Steve, panting and sweating while wearing short shorts. On the other hand…

Yeah, no, there's no discussion here.

"Yeah, I'm in."

"Great. We have," she looks at her phone, "fifteen minutes until they're here."

"Fifteen minutes? Max, I haven't showered yet!"

Seventeen minutes, one change of clothes, four spritzes of body spray, and half a can of dry shampoo later, they're sliding into the backseat of Steve’s ludicrously expensive car. Eddie had been skeptical about the dry shampoo – he didn't use fancy products for his hair, didn't need them. Plain regular shampoo and conditioner were good enough, thank you very much. He'd rather it be stringy with natural grease than artificially stiffened. But Max swore by it; after covering his scalp with the dandruffesque stuff and combing it out, he has to admit it looks and feels fine. The breezy smell isn't terrible, either. He might ask her where she bought it.

"Hey, guys," Steve says, already putting the car in gear. "S'great that you wanted to join, Eddie!"

"Uh, yeah," Eddie, who was going to apologize for springing his appearance on them, says. But neither Steve nor Lucas seem surprised he's there? He shoots Max a look. She ignores him as she's rapidly texting. "This isn't really my thing, but it'll be fun?"

"We won't go all out," Lucas says. "Max doesn't play either, so we know how to take it easy."

"Mmm, yeah, they're both okay teachers…" Max says, distracted, like she's barely paying attention to the conversation. "Lucas usually helps me, so you and Steve can have each other."

"I'll be here if you need me," Steve says, flashing a front cover-worthy smile in the rear-view mirror.

Eddie just laughs weakly, already out of breath. They've hit traffic now, and masked by the thrum of tires and Steppenwolf playing on the radio, he leans over to Max's side to whisper:

"Stay out. Of my. Love life."

She raises a brow. "You mean the love life that wouldn't exist without me?"

"It would exist."

"No, it wouldn't."

"It would."

"No, you're hopeless. Have you even been on a date before?"

"Yes, I have!"

"Did Gareth ask the guy out for you?"

"No!"

Sure, there had been this one time at a party when Gareth drunkenly announced to a guy that Eddie had been checking him out the entire evening. But that's the closest either of them has ever come to asking someone out for the other. And it doesn't count anyway because it didn't lead to a date, just a mediocre makeout session. The other guy's personality turned out to be the equivalent of a toolbox full of dicks, and he wasn't hot enough to make up for it. However unbelievable it may seem, Eddie does have standards.

Max sighs, powering down her phone and slipping it into her tote. "If I asked you in advance, you'd have the time to get cold feet and cancel."

"I wouldn't've done that."

"I wasn't risking it." Her lips curl with distaste. "Steve always gets so pouty and puppy-eyed when he's disappointed. It's gross."

"Me canceling wouldn't disappoint him!"

She gives him a long look. Pitying, like she thinks he's so stupid he can't even realize how stupid he is and is sad on his behalf. "I think I'm better at judging whether or not it would."

The park they stop at is nice and big but otherwise nondescript. A dozen or so other visitors are scattered around the area, most of them walking their dogs (or in one case, cat). The adjacent basketball court is empty, however. Unsurprising given the early hour, and also relieving – the fewer people who witness this, the better. Because Eddie really doesn't play basketball. Sports, in general, is incomprehensible to him. How do you do it? Why is it 'fun'? He doesn't get any of it, thus has accepted he'll make a bit of a fool of himself today.

Except he doesn't. Not as much as he thought, at least. Steve and Lucas are both so nice and enthusiastic about it, explaining and demonstrating and explaining again. They're not playing sports, per se; more like playing games that involve basketballs and sometimes hoops. They run, dribble, shoot, steal the ball from each other, try to catch one another, all without keeping score or declaring winners. They just… play. Carefree, like children.

If high school PE had been anything like this, Eddie would've passed on the first try.

It's still exacting. After two hours (hours!) of playing, Eddie is feeling it in his legs and lungs. It's good, though, the sting and the burn. He's slick with sweat and his hair is frizzing out of its tie, but he's accomplished something. When the muscle cramps hit later on, he'll be happy about it for once.

He's still quick to agree when a rosy-cheeked Max suggests they take a break. Sitting on the edge of the court, sharing the water she brought, they watch as Steve and Lucas play for real. And it's, wow. Poetry in motion. Eddie knows nothing about basketball, but he has to assume they're both good. By his analysis, whatever it's worth, Lucas has more natural aptitude but Steve has the experience, at times pulling feints that stump Lucas. This conclusion is vindicated when they at several points stop so Steve can coach Lucas through the maneuvers.

They're both impressive. Mesmerizing. When they first arrived, seeing them step out of the car did a number on Eddie's poor, gay heart. Those shorts are short, and their jerseys display just enough arm and throat to tantalize. And now? When they're getting into it? Giving each other a run for their money, giving their all, until they glisten and their clothes stick to their skin?

No wonder Max likes to join them, the little pervert!

"Do you play basketball now?" Max asks, snapping him out of it.

He squints at her. "You're a voyeur, Mayfield."

"You're the one who's drooling."

"Am not," Eddie says and surreptitiously wipes his chin, just in case.

"Sure." Max pushes to her feet. "Hey, Lucas! You're supposed to help me with my throws."

Steve and Lucas, in a battle for the ball, break it off. Lucas beams at her.

"Yeah! Let's do it!"

Max and Steve switch places, Max grabbing the ball on the way to her spot in front of Lucas, and then Lucas' hands are all over her. On her shoulders, her elbows, her hips, correcting her grip and her stance. She's smiling like a cat with a canary dipped in cream, pressing her back to his chest. He's basically embracing her, and by the time she shoots they've melted together.

Jesus. How can these children be bolder and smoother than Eddie ever has?

"Cute, aren't they?" Steve says between sips from his water bottle.

"Yeah. What's their deal?"

"They used to date. Shit went down and now it's complicated." A bit of water dribbles out the corner of Steve's mouth after an especially sloppy swig. Eddie's stomach is one big butterfly. "I think they belong together. Just need to find each other again first."

And then it happens: Steve offers Eddie the bottle. His breath hitches; he accepts it with a trembling hand. Raises it to his mouth and puts his lips where Steve just put his lips. Hoooooooly shit. There's a metal festival going on inside his ribcage, his pulse like a bass drum in his ears. Beat a little faster and he'll risk cardiac arrest. 'Death by indirect kiss' has a kinda romantic ring to it.

He swallows and asks at a higher frequency than usual, "You known her for long?"

"She was thirteen," Steve says, too busy staring wistfully at the kids to notice Eddie's newfound resemblance to a dog toy.

"Jesus."

"Yeah."

Eddie rolls the bottle between his palms. Maybe he can smuggle it away when Steve isn't looking. Take it home and cherish it forever. Never pour the water out or wash it. Put it on a pedestal and give it a plaque that said 'I have Steve Harrington's spit in me' and be envious whenever he read it.

(Christ, he's a creep.)

"How did you get to know them?" he asks, giving it back. He doesn't trust himself with it.

Steve drinks again, so now they've both gotten a taste of each other. Cool! Third base, or whatever. "I was kind of their babysitter."

"Really?"

"Yeah. No. They were too old for babysitters, it was more like… giving them rides. Being there when they…" Shaking his head, he fully turns to Eddie. His face is dead serious business. "Like, these kids are nerds. Or just troubled. Or both. It was hard sometimes, so they needed someone."

"And that was you?"

"Not always. Remember Nancy and Jonathan? They're Mike and Will's older siblings, respectively. They did much more. But, y’know… Nancy and Jon have ambitions. They're going places. They've been in those places, and now they have new ones!" He smiles, sweet but with a hint of bitterness. "They were busy. So I filled the gaps. Also, not everything was… Like, Nancy is the toughest, strongest person I know. But she's also a bookish, 5'4 girl. She couldn't break up brawls or scare off bullies. Not permanently at least. And Jonathan, he packs a punch when he wants to. You won't think so when you see him, but he does. But he still needs to get into the fight. I don't. I could just show up and people would leave. Because I'm bigger and, uh, my reputation kinda precedes me."

"Really?" Eddie makes a show of looking Steve up and down. He's strong, anyone can see that, but he doesn't look like the type of guy who gets in that kind of trouble. "You got a rep as a fighter?"

He realizes too late how rude he's being. Fortunately, Steve just snorts good-humoredly.

"More like I got a rep as someone you can't win against. If someone said 'Steve Harrington beat us' I could say 'no' and that's it. Even with two black eyes, people would believe me. Jonathan, though? He could have an airtight alibi. Eyewitnesses, security footage, the works! But if he was accused, people would find a way to pin it on him."

As he speaks, Steve's voice gets louder, the words tumbling out. He sounds upset, like he knows what he says is indisputably true, but he's not yet used to knowing it. The fire he spits it out with must surprise him, because his eyes grow a size before he reels himself in. Kicking at the ground, he clears his throat.

"But, uh, it didn't happen often," he says. "S'not like we fought every week. Mostly it was stuff like him dropping them off at the arcade and me picking them up. Or I let the kids use my pool for their birthday parties and their families had me over for the holidays when- if my parents weren't in town. That stuff. Just helping each other out."

He looks at Eddie, his smile tight at the corners, but shrugging like it truly isn't a big deal. Just helping out. Just being kind. Because these people, these kids, mean something to him, so how couldn't he be good to them?

Eddie's head is spinning. He recognizes that 'being a paramedic' and 'caring about people' typically go hand in hand, and he shouldn't be left in a fucking daze over the revelation that Steve is nice to his friends. Yet. The confirmation has turned him into a bubble floating in the wind.

"You wanna go again or get something to eat or…?" Steve asks, popping the moment. Eddie blinks the shimmer off his retinas.

"I haven't eaten yet, so I'm starving."

"You haven't eaten at all?"

"Uh, no? I woke up and, um, I- I mean, and then, Max was there and she kinda sprung this on me fifteen minutes before you arrived?"

Steve stares at him. Eddie stares back. The basketball thumps against the asphalt. Steve's expression screws into annoyance.

"Fuck," he groans, dragging a hand down his face. "I'm so sorry."

"What?"

"You didn't… If you didn't want to come today-"

"No! No, I did, it's been fun!"

"Really? Because they keep doing this. Trying to set me up."

Eddie chokes on his saliva. "S-set up?"

Steve nods, rolling his eyes. "They think I don’t have enough friends my age. Which I do! Not many close friends, but I don't need any! I have Robin." His face gains a pink tint. "Um, but that doesn't mean I don't want to get to know you better. I do."

"Cool," Eddie says. The world is spinning again. "Me too."

"Well." Coughing loudly, Steve waves to catch the kids' attention. "Let's get something to eat."

The remainder of their time together passes in a leisurely blur that Eddie watches from the sidelines. Not as in he doesn't engage with the others, but as in he engages with them on autopilot while his actual consciousness hangs around like an apparition. They get tacos from a food truck and ice cream as dessert, courtesy of Lucas who talks Steve into it. Something about Steve owing his little sister, but since she isn't there he should buy for Lucas instead, or something. Despite his grumbling, Steve doesn't seem too perturbed about paying.

It's a little past one o'clock when Steve drops them off, saying they should do it again before driving off. Max smirks at him as they reach their apartments, saying 'you're welcome' and tossing her braid over her shoulder. Eddie flips her the bird, which she doesn't see since her door is already closing.

The first thing Eddie does after stomping inside is collapse face-first on the couch. The second thing is groan into the cushions as he remembers he still has work this afternoon.

"Dude," Gareth says later that same evening. Half-filled character sheets and messy notebook scraps are spread before him on the kitchen table, where he's finishing the description of his character so Eddie can sketch it. "You went on a date."

Frowning, Eddie stirs the pancake batter harder. It's all mixed, but the stove is from circa 1860 and takes forever to heat up.

"No we didn't," he says. "Max and Lucas were there too."

"Dude, you went on a double date."

"It wasn't a date! I'd notice if it was."

"He said he wanted to get to know you better!"

"As a friend."

Gareth sighs, tapping his pen on the table and leaving ink stains behind. "He's a guy. Guys don't say 'I want to get to know you better' when making friends. That's flirty talk."

"It's… not," Eddie says, unsure. It's not, right?

Gareth plants his chin in his palm, fondly shaking his head. "This guy is into you. I'll make you see it. Just wait."

Eddie doesn't know if he should interpret it as a promise or a threat.

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Part 5

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#steddie fic: november paramedic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington #gareth stranger things #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #lumax #just like with cars I know nothing about basketball #but this time eddie is equally ignorant so it's ok #gareth wasn't supposed to be in this part at first but I realized it wouldn't be the same without him #so he squeezed in at the end #my writing

[tokkiwrites]

CARE FOR SOME COOKiES?

ㅡㅡ in which tangerine has had a not so healthy obsession for the girl next door for a while now & he finally gets what he wants.

TW: smut, mean (kind of) dom tangerine, sub reader, degradation, bdsm themes, dumbification of reader, unprotected sex (p in v) + more. just filthy filthy smut :p

the way her soft locks fell onto her round shoulders, covering her pretty neck. the way she always sheepishly tucked a piece behind her ear every time she saw him. it wasn't hard to see that he was long gone now.

the small crush has turned into something more. he hates it because he'd rather not want to fantasize about her all night long, but the thin walls provide him with utmost sounds when she touches herself late at night. it's not his fault she is so pretty and delicate, oblivious even to how she makes his heart beat so fast and how quickly he gets hard only at the sight of her.

he is taken out of his deep thinking state when the sound of someone knocking on his door causes him to jolt out of his seat.

"fuckin' hell, mate. who is it at this hour..?"

he rubs the bridge of his nose before opening the front door, ready to tear through whoever thought it was a good idea to bother him at 9pm on a Thursday night.

"the fuck ya wan-" he stops before he could finish his sentence, as behind the door was his dream come true of a woman. the smell of warm brown sugar and her jasmine perfume mix in the air, invading his lungs.

"hi, neighbor! care for some cookies?" she lets out the cutest giggle ever known to man, and tangerine feels like he could eat her then and there. she was dressed in a floral pink dress that reached her mid thigh, her hair in two messy pigtails, and splotches of flower scattered on her face and the top of the dress.

he looks at her up and down, quirking his eyebrows up before smiling and finally saying something. he was so lost at the sight of her. and he wasn't the only one in that position. y/n could barely mutter the words when she first saw him, only in a pair of dark sweatpants. no shirt, no nothing. just his perfectly messy curly hair and his way too good-looking mustache.

"hey, luv." tangerine tries to play his usual, confident and cocky self, which works because as soon as those words left his mouth y/n's legs felt like jelly, she swears her stomach just did a backflip.

"ya baked cookies, huh?" he teases.

"i mean...i tried! promise i didn't poison them!" she tilts her head up, trying to hand him the plate full warm strawberry crumble cookies.

"thanks, luv. care for a cup of tea? i think it'll go perfectly with your cookies."

she could die right now, cheeks oh so red, much like the strawberry jam in those cookies.

"that'd be nice-- I'd like that." she hums, nodding her head in agreement as tangerine motions her to enter his apartment.

it smelled so much like him. It felt like a big warm embrace, much like the ones she was fantasizing about all those nights she couldn't keep quiet.

" It's so pretty in here!"

" yeah, 's my mates work, Lemon. He has a keen eye for...decor, i suppose."

another giggle slips through her rosy and round lips. it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. and head. and heart. and gave him a magic potion because the effect this girl had on him was truly incomprehensible.

"uh- why don't ya sit down, darlin', yeah? and ill make us both some tea."

"sounds great!" she scurried into the nearest armchair, settling the plate of cookies on the coffee table right in front of her.

after some moments pass the tall bloke returns with two mugs filled with warm tea. as he places them down on the table he sits down opposite of y/n, his eyes never leaving her thighs, barely covered by that dress.

"so-" he makes a pause before smiling up at her "why'd you bring me the cookies?"

y/n smiles shyly before finally blurting out her thoughts.

"you always seem so grumpy, especially when you come home from work. and you seemed lonely... n i just wanted to sweeten up your week just a little bit."

someone better give this man an award for self control, because it takes so much will power for him to not just ravage the adorable bundle in front of him.

nonetheless, he leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the knuckles of his hands. "oh?"

"that so?" he asks, a little chuckle after that.

"yeah...please dont get mad that i called you grumpy! and implying that you have no friends! its not what i meant, i just-"

"i know, luv, its fine. thank you for thinking about me. but you don't have to fill that pretty little head of yours with worries, yeah?"

that's it, she might as well let her heart jump out of her chest and run a marathon, because the way her heartbeat was increasing every second wasn't normal.

"can you at least try the cookies..?"

"yeah, darlin'." he smiles before reaching and grabbing one of the small cookies. heart shaped? god, even the cookies she makes are just as adorable. he bites in and his tastebuds are immediately flooded with the taste of strawberries, his eyes widening in response.

"a-are they bad?" y/n asks, anxiously

bad? that small bite tasted like heaven. he swears this girl is some kind of love witch.

"god, y/n. are you kidding? these are bloody amazing." after that, he started stuffing his face with more cookies, crumbs getting caught in his mustache.

"I'm so happy you like them..." her heart skips a beat, as she sips from her tea, so in trance that she manages to slip the cup through her fingers, splattering the tea all over herself and tangerines leather armchair.

"oh my god!" she yelps, embarrassed of herself, blood rushing to her face

" ya okay, luv?" tangerine worried, gets up from his place, grabbing a rag and quickly leaning in front of y/n "wasn't too hot, yeah? didn't burn yourself?"

"m fine, just embarrassed.." she puffs out her cheeks "even ruined your chiar."

"hey, darlin, don't worry, its leather, one wipe with water and its okay, yeah?

he reaches in and stars wiping her wet things with the rag, his rough fingers brushing agains her blushed skin. as he reached her inner thighs, he looks her dead in the eyes, only to find a flustered y/n looking at him with those doe eyes of hers that drive him mad.

without even thinking he presses his other hand onto her thighs, pulling himself up and hovering over her, his hands now gripping the arm rests of the chair.

how much he's dreamed of this, to see her all red and flushed under him, unable to say anything.

"y'okay, doll?" he smirks rather darkly, his face inching closer to hers.

she bites the inside of her cheeks, nodding as she couldn't believe what was happening. was she dreaming? was she imagining things? she caught herself off guard as she whispered bashfully "you can kiss me.."

"what?"

her eyes widened as she heard what she said, whole body now cemented in place by embarrassment.

"n-nothing, i-"

"do you really want me to, luv?"

she chokes on her breath, a timid yes slipping past her lips.

"i wanna hear ya say it, doll. what do you want me to do, huh?"

"want you to k-iss me." she couldn't believe herself.

this was it, the moment tangerine has been waiting for months. he has her now, and it'll take certainly more than a kiss to satiate his deep hunger for her.

"oh, luv. I'm so thankful you asked me to. i didn't know how much i could hold myself back."

he licks his lips, scanning her again, all stone still and flustered under him.

"when I saw you...the way you look right now. did it on purpose? huh? wanted to get a reaction out of me?"

she breathes heavily, before nodding her head, the hem of her wet dress twirling between her fingers.

"my sweet girl. you've no idea how little you need to do just to get me goin'."

"i d-do..?"

"you don't seem to understand, luv. you're deep inside my skin, my veins, my bones. you're everything my soul has yearned for all this time. since the moment i saw you."

he growls before finally leaning down and kissing her with an insatiable thirst. grabbing her by the hips he swiftly changes their position, placing y/n atop of his lap.

the feeling of his calloused palms all over her skin was indescribable, it was just like those many dreams she had of him. after a few more minutes tangerine pulls out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

he smirks, tracing y/n's skin with his fingers before speaking up.

"you wanna keep goin', love? want me to stop?"

"no! p-lease don't..."

"as you wish, doll. promise ill be gentle, yeah?"

he's interrupted by y/n's soft voice "please, don't.."

she gulps before finally continuing "don't be gentle...w-ant you to use me. p-lease?"

he scoffed, feeling himself getting harder and harder "that so? wanna be my little abuse doll?"

"y-yes.."

"y'know, y/n, never thought you'd be like this. i mean, you look so innocent and bubbly. but i guess..." he trails off before wrapping his large hand around her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "-thats just a mask, yeah? you're actually a dumb pup who wants to be used, no."

y/n whimpers, eagerly nodding her head and leaning into tangerines touch. "y-es" she manages to choke out, before she feels a strong tug on one of her pigtails, pulling her to the floor, kneeling at tangerines feet.

"then get to it, doll." he smirks before motioning y/n closer to his crotch. "c'mon, dont make me ask twice."

she places her palms at the hem of his pants, before pulling them down alongside his boxers. she jumped slightly as she saw what was expecting her. she couldn't believe her eyes, how is she going to fit all that in?

"what's wrong, luv?" he asks almost on a mocking tone.

"t-too big."

"you'll manage." he pats her head before tugging at her hair again. she whimpers at the gesture before leaning in closer. looking up as if asking for approval, she wraps her lips around the tip of his thick shaft.

"fuckin hell-" he bites his lower lip as he simultaneously pushes y/n's head further down, making her whine on it "yeah, just like that. c'mon darlin..." his head falls back, hips buckling up into a steady thrust, the only sounds filling the room being tangerines groans and y/n's soft moans.

the few minutes that flew by felt like more to y/n, her jaw wincing in pain from the size of tangeries shaft. even so, it fit perfectly in her mouth, he thought -- oh, how much he dreamed of this moment, having her like this, on her knees ready to take him. his mind went hazy as he felt his orgasm approaching. grabbing y/n by the back of her head, he pushed in further, thrusting one final time before finally releasing himself in her warm mouth.

after coming down from his high, he looked back down at y/n. "fuck." he muttered as he felt himself harden again at the sight: her rosy cheeks tainted by tears, lips swollen, semen and drool covering them and her chin.

"you're so pretty like this, luv. so pretty with your mouth full" he chuckles before swiftly picking her up and setting her on the armchair, tangerine towering above.

"did i do good..?" she flutters her eyelashes, averting the man's gaze. he smirks, leaning down to trail his lips along her neck up to her ear. "so good, doll." his rough palm settles on y/n's tigh, slowly inching it closer to the hem of the panties she was wearing.

"y'okay, luv? you wanna continue?" he stops himself for a little "sure you wanna do this?"

there was a short pause before she finally spoke, "Please." he furrows his brows before smiling cunningly. "Please what, darlin?"

"Please...need you in me-" she whimpers, rubbing her blushed thighs together. he scoffed before finally ripping off her white panties clean off, pulling her down so her head was almost on the seat cushion. "All right, doll."

his fingers danced around her thighs before finally reaching her bud, glistening from how wet she was. he glides his fingers down her lips, letting out a low growl. "fuck, doll, you're so so wet. for me, yeah? my pretty fuck toy..."

"j-just for you, tan..." she leans into his touch, prompting him to plunge his digits into her warmth. she moans, a shiver running down her spine. his hand stars to move slowly -- one finger, then two...the third brought her to a haze, she'd never felt so good, let alone from just someone's fingers.

"there...think ya ready, luv?" he asks, positioning himself in front of her entrance. a soft "yes" left her lips before he pushed in, groaning from the tightness. y/n wraps her legs around his waist and digs her fingers into the leather of the armchair.

"f-fuck, doll-" he moans, indulging further into her, his lips wrapping around her neck and palms roaming her breasts. after a few strokes, he grabs her ankles, pulling her down fully on her back, legs now on both sides of his head.

she sobs, his large shaft hitting so deep inside of her it made her see stars. "o-oh my god-" she whimpers as tangerine becomes more erratic and brutal, plunging into her aggressively.

one hand was wrapped around y/n's ankle and the other rapidly around her throat, making her gasp, pleasure clouding her already blurred mind.

after some more minutes of tangerine ruthlessly using y/n as he pleased, she was reduced to nothing but a drooling, incoherent mess, just as he always imagined.

"in m-me-" she mewls "i want y-ou to finish-- in me.."

tangerine was feeling himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm, both hands now gripping tightly on y/n's plushy thighs. "i want you to cum on my cock, doll." he grunts "c'mon- for me."

her legs twitched, whole body going limp as she finally finished, her walls tightening around his winching member, causing tangerine to release, painting her inner walls with white ribbons.

they both pant, none of them moving a muscle. after a couple of minutes tangerine pulls out, making y/n gasp at the emptiness. "filled you up so good, eh luv?"

a bright red blush creeps on her stained cheeks, as she tries to close her legs but to no avail. "think you dislocated my legs, actually." she lets out a gentle giggle as tangerine picks her up from the armchair.

"Let's get ya cleaned up, darlin, then we can finally eat those cookies."

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾‎ 토끼's NOTE : sorry for any grammatical errors its also my first time posting here AAAAAA !!! this has 2585 words. hope u guys liked it cuz it made me feel some type of way lmao

#aaron taylor johnson #atj x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron teaylor johnson smut #atj oneshot #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you

[roadkillremi]

HEY!! i have rq!! would u be willing to write abt poly! ghostface (if u dont write for that then do stu) summoning a succubus reader (fem pls!!) to help with the killings or them doing the ritual out of boredom while drunk/high??? PLS AND TY!!

Omg! Yes!!!!! I did some quick research and i hope you like it!!

(if you don't know what a succubus is, think of Jennifer's body. )

Searching

Poly!Billy and Stu x F!Succubus!Reader

MasterList

Summary : the ask above

Warning : MINORS DNI! "Demon ritual", mentions killing, underaged drinking, smut, p in V, unprotected, voyeurism, anal, creampie. characters are 18+

It was another night for Billy and Stu. They spent hours talking about girls and watching TV. They've both drunk any beer they could get their hands on. Stu was laughing at the TV even when it wasn't funny. Billy stared off into the distance as if he was distracted.

"Stu."

"hmm?" He glanced over wide eyed at Billy. Billy leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees.

"I saw this movie... Def by temptation..".

"here we go!" Stu laughed. Billy glared, "Have you heard of a succubus?". Stu shrugged, "Uh the demon girl? Like Lilith with Adam and eve??". Billy went silent, "My mom randomly takes the family to church okay?" Stu took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah okay. What if we tried to summon one?". Stu busted out laughing, "like that'd work!".

"Oh c'mon.. you're not scared..are ya?" Billy teased. Stu knitted his eyebrows, "No.". Billy smiled, "Where's your computer?".

"My dad's office." Stu said looking back at the tv. Billy stood up walking towards his dad's office. Stu looked over and jumped off the couch following him.

"So, we're actually doing this?" Stu asked. Billy kept walking opening the door to the office.

"Yes, Stu." Billy turned the computer on and sat in the office chair. Stu sighed leaning on the desk, "We gotta make this quick or my folks will be pissed about the computer bill.".

"calm down, Stuart." Billy grumbled as his typed quickly. Billy's eyes went wide, "Get chalk and five candles.". Billy signed off the internet and started writing on paper. Stu just stared, "Go!" Billy rushed. Stu left leaving Billy in the office alone.

Once Stu came back with what Billy asked , Billy had a pile of pillows in Stus room.

"What's this for?"

"Her.. it.." Billy took the chalk and drew a pentagram.

"light the candles." Billy muttered, Stu nodded lighting the candles. Billy placed them on the sides of the Pentagram. He then flipped up his hunting blade from his pocket. He sliced down his palm letting his blood hit the paper.

"Stu you gotta do it." Billy pushed the knife towards him. Stu sighed and cut his palm, "she better be hot.". Stu let his blood drip onto the paper.

"what now?" Stu asked looking at the paper.

"take off your clothes." Billy said as he took of his shirt. Stu smiled, "If you wanted to see me naked you could've just asked.". Billy rolled his eyes, he left his boxers on and sat down. Stu sat beside him and waited.

"So..." Stu whispered.

"shut up and relax dipshit." Billy mumbled. Stu nodded and tried to relax his body. Once the boys were fully relaxed the paper lit on fire turning into ashes. Stus eyes widen, "Did you..?" .

"No.." he whispered.

"Of course he didn't I did." You said softly. The boys jumped looking behind them. You smiled, you wore a small piece of black cloth covering your private bits.

"No fucking way..." Stu whispered. You smirked as you walked around his room.

"Was that beer laced?" Billy Whispered.

"I don't think so." Stu responded. You looked at them, "Billy.." you pointed at Billy.

"and Stu.. right?" You then pointed at Stu. The boys nodded, you grinned.

"So.. you boys are known as what the mortals call.. "Ghostface"?".

"How'd.. how'd you know?" Stu blurted. Billy elbowed him, you smiled and sat Infront of them.

"oh sweetie... I know everything.." you gently cup Stus face. Your fingers trail from his cheek to his chin. You smile and then look at Billy.

"Mm. You two don't know much about succubi do you?" You asked softly. They both shook their head.

"Well.. we live off of semen.. and in order for me to protect you we.. bond one might say." You got up again to study Stus room.

"then I'll help kill Sydney." You glance back at them. Stu nodded quickly, Billy just stared.

"How can we trust you?" He asked. You smiled walking towards him, you grabbed his chin making him look up at you.

"Oh Billy.. poor sweet Billy. It wasn't fair was it?... What they did to you. You were only 16 when you found out..". Billy didn't respond, you sat on your knees Infront of him leaning close.

"I won't abandon you.. all you gotta do is call.. and im there." You smile. Billy's eyes soften, "What if you're not?". You tilted your head, "I need you to survive.. both of you. What I need only.. you two can give me..". Billy smirked, "You have dark.. desires.." you whispered. You glanced at Stu, "And you.. you wanna.. be rough.. in way girls don't like.".

"So. The deal is I need semen to keep living. And you have that... Both of you. And i will help with your...chores.". You smile. The boys are silent, "Oh right. Both of you like being dominant.". You leaned back, "Don't be afraid.. I only bite if you want me to..".

Stu was the first to make a move, he leaned forward kissing you. You smiled and kissed him back, he slowly crawled on top of you. You laid back in the pile of pillows, he ran his hands all over your body. You glanced over at Billy who watched intensely.

"I think your friend likes watching you..." You whispered to Stu. He looked over at Billy and then smiled. He went back to kissing you and then your neck. Your head stayed to the side to watch Billy. He tilted his head slightly and leaned close to you.

"What exactly are you?.." Billy whispered. You smiled, "I'm the spawn of Satan herself.". Billy smirked and kissed you. Stu sat up looking down at you, "You're so.. sexy..". Billy also smiled down at you, he then leaned into Stu giving him a kiss. Stus hands slid up your body pushing the fabric up. The two boys stared down in amazement.

"What? I know you two aren't virgins." You smiled. Stus mouth was open slightly as he observed your body. Billy smirked and gently touched your thigh. You smiled as you felt the cold blade bump into your thigh. Billy balanced this blade away from you and watched Stu. Stus fingers slid through your folds.

"Whoa.." he took his fingers out showing how shiny they were. Billy smiled before sucking on Stus fingers. Stu laughed softly, you leaned on your elbows observing them. Billy looked over at you, "Can we tie you up?". You raised your eyebrow, "You can tie my wrists." You offered. He nodded grabbing something to tie them with. He went behind you tying your wrists together. He smiled to himself observing you.

"This is.. unreal.." he whispered. You smiled at him, "Well I'm real so get used to it.". Stu quickly shoved his member in you without warning. Your body jolted and you let out a moan.

"She so fucking wet." Stu moaned out. Billy smirked watching Stu push your thighs close to your head. He held onto them for support as he thrust himself. Billy made you look up at him, "Do you like him fucking you?". You smiled, "Mhm.. best sex I've had in years..".

"oh just you wait.." Billy leaned down to kiss you. Stu continued to pound himself into you abusing your pussy. His head hung low, "Shit!" He shouted. Billy looked over at him, "What?".

"I'm gonna come.. already.." he breathed heavily. You smiled, "Come inside me, baby.. I need you too so bad.". Stu moaned continuing to move forward until he released. His body collapsed on top of you, his head laid on your chest.

"That's the fastest I've ever came..." he whispered. You smirked, "I am a succubus." You reminded him. Billy looked down at Stu, "What if.. we both had her at once..". Stus eyes lit up, "I call ass.". Billy rolled his eyes and moved himself from behind you.

"Get up." He demanded Stu. Stu sat up taking himself out of you. Billy laid down, "Help her onto me..". Stu grabbed your arms and helped you get on top of him. You gently yanked your wrists seeing if you could get out of them. You couldn't.

Billy brought his member into your core as you sunk down. He grunted, "Shit..". Stu smiled widely pushing your body down. He spread your ass as he entered into you. He leaned back and grabbed your tied wrists as leverage.

"I gotta say... I never took two at once.." you admitted. Billy smiled at you, "Here that, Stu? We're her first threesome.". Stu laughs softly, "That's even better.". Billy began to thrust up matching Stus rhythm. Your face was buried into his neck softly moaning.

They continued to use your body for long lengths of time. They collectively came inside of your holes leaving them oozing with their come. You'd whine telling them it was getting to be too much at once. Billy laughed, "Can't handle us?".

You shook your head, "No.." you whined. He chuckled, "Aw.. she's so fucked out of it..". Stu laughed, "She tired from her holes being filled constantly. Did men from the past not fill you up this good?". You shook your head no, they two men laughed.

They untied your wrists and laid you down on the bed. Billy looked over at you, "When will we see you again.".

"Whenever you need me to kill someone..." you whisper. He nods, "Okay..".

"What if.. we miss you?" Stu adds in. You smiled, "Then I'll show up.". The two men nodded, you fluttered your eyes closed disappearing from the bed.

#scream #horror #ghostface #billy loomis #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #billy loomis x oc #billy loomis x stu matcher #billy loomis x stu macher #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis smut #stu macher x reader #stu macher smut #stu macher x you #stu macher #scream smut #scream movies #scream franchise #scream 2 #scary movies #scream 1996 #remi asks

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

WHAT is going on with Vaggie please i need to pry open her skull

girl stood out from the Exorcist with her single-stripe wings, they get torn off, she gets kicked out-

her hair was short like Lute's back then

probably another thing all Exorcists are supposed to be in lock step about- bloodlust, murder, looking almost identical in uniform (vaggie thought no one would know her out of uniform) (Wrong)

Charlie finds her. Charlie, who has long hair, and 3 years later Vaggie's grown her hair out too

and it's a sign of her new life with Charlie. as Carmilla kicks her butt Vaggie complains she's "not used to fighting with long hair-"

she hasn't had to fight in a long time

she's been CHOOSING not to, new life, new hair style, new her-

EXCECEPT not. Her long hair? Has the Exorcist double stripes that her old wings never did

her new clothes? oh yes she's got a skirt now, she's in red to match Charlie, she's dressed to manage a hotel not slaughter people- but the thigh highs and long gloves of the Exorcist uniform are still there too

it's there even when she gears up to FIGHT them

and when her wings come back- When her NEW wings grow in???- they still have just that ONE stripe. THEY didn't change. The hair thing, it isn't her aging into double stipes in three years- it's either natural and something the short hair hid, or deliberate and new, and which one would be more unsettling?

which one would be more fucked up- finding out you finally fit in when you can't anymore, or still trying to fit in when you absolutely don't want to?

it's like she grew out her hair to get away from her past, but also, it's a reminder of it? wings gone. long, twice-banded hair flowing down her back instead, filling in the space where her wings used to be

why the red X over her lost eye? a mirror of an Exorcist's mask-

(some have the right eye crossed out, some the left, one of their few small variations)

why not just a normal patch? Why not a hairstyle that'd cover it completely?? Why underline the reminder and MAKE it impossible to ignore- is she proud of it? The eye she lost for not doing something she knew was wrong? Why is she keeping so much of the Exorcist look- habit? nostalgia? homesickness? guilt????

Or is she retaking them for herself? Vaggie what are you thinking while you do all this- you HATE angels and heaven and the Exorcists and everything you were- Did you think it all meant something different, before realizing the truth? Something you could follow and be proud of?

are you trying to make all those things mean everything you once thought they did

or is being an exorcist still such a big part of you that you, shit liar that you are, can't cut it out of your life as easily as Lute did with your eye?

.... but your wings. They came back different.

they look even less like a proper Exorcists wings than before

(maybe because heaven didn't give them to you this time. you found them down here, in hell, with Charlie)

you AREN'T an exorcist! you don't kill sinners, you fight for them, you're trying to help save them, you're trying to redeem yourself right along side them, why why why WHY

why do you keep looking so much like the people you hate?-

oh. right. you hate yourself don't you. only... it's not ALL of yourself

i don't think your wings would have come back, if you hated the part of you that loves Charlie (it's the only thing you're clinging to, in fact. the hope that you won't fail her. that you can help her) (you hate yourself each time you fail- but you still try again) (you've never failed when it comes to that) (you've never given up on somehow being who she needs you to be)

do you REALIZE there's more to you now than the parts you hate?

hmm. i wonder

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #chaggie #musings and random thoughts #. #i need the damn wing thing explained and the hair stripes and #her EYE #is it a patch? #is it GLUED onto her FACE- there's no fucking string thing! #...........is it #stiches? #what the fuck is going on with you #vaggie go to therapy so i can listen in

[tellodona]

the brothers + side characters with an mc whose first language isn't english

heads up: gn!mc, slight swearing in levi's part and mentions of male genitals in simeon's, italized means a different language, no mephisto + thirteen + raphael because i haven't met them yet 😔

i don't really know the common language between demons and angels, so right now i'm asumming they speak in english mostly

lucifer

he probably knew beforehand

i mean, he was the one who randomly chose us after our paper fell off his desk so he's bound to know

wasn't interested at first, like, so you speak two (or more) languages, what's there to make a fuss about?

apparently, a tinsy bit should be fussed about

you were half asleep, it was the weekend so you slept in, and lucifer did not know that so you were in his study helping him organize documents

he gave you three stacks that was at least half your height

it was going good actually. despite being sleep deprived you were able to do your task

that is until wind from his open window knocked down the stacks

you swore in your first language with so much vigor that lucifer looked at you

mc what the hell are you saying???

you kept talking in that language and started complaining and mentioned his name

that really caught his attention

"what was that?"

oops, good luck explaining to him what you said

if he was in a good mood, he'd probably chuckle in amusement. if not, it depends

after that, he'd probably try to learn a thing or two about your language, but with how busy he is, that'd be a stretch to do

mammon

he doesn't know

i mean, it's not like he had any way of knowing, and you never really bothered to mention him before

you and mammon were conversing in your room about literally anything. mostly about money but there are other mundane topics being tossed around

"and then that demon had the gall to blame me! me, the GREAT mammon!"

"that must've suck ass" you reply

he looked at you weirdly and confused

you thought he was confused by your response and explained why you thought that way, still in your first language

"woah, woah, woah! stop right there! human, stop speaking gibberish!"

now it was your turn to get confused

"what- oh."

you stared at each other for a moment before you explained this was your first language

he was actually intrigued and shook your shoulders asking if he was the first one to know

i mean, he is, right?! he should be! he's your first man!

has tried to learn your language, promptly gave up after three full sentences

leviathan

he had a hunch since you keep muttering things whenever you play with him

he first thought you were complaining under your breath because why wouldn't you? he's just a yucky, disgusting otak-

oh wait, he doesn't understand what you're saying

actually, that made him more nervous than before

right now, he got you hooked into this one game that just got released and you both were enjoying it

you enjoyed it a bit too much

so when you both finally defeated that big boss you were trying to kill, you were ecstatic

"FUCKING FINALLY! AFTER SO LONG!" you shout in his ear drums

he had to cover his ears first because you were cheering so loud and that you were shaking his shoulders

he was too busy having his organs shook around to be embarrassed

"m- mc! s- slow down!"

you finally calmed down for a while, still giggling and ranting to him, in your first language, while he calmed his racing heart

mc, he doesn't understand you, please slow down

"mc....... i don't u- understand what you're saying........"

you stop and stare at him. he flinched thinking you got offended

"oh, i'm so sorry!"

you had to explain to him slowly that you were speaking in your first language

after that, he got so interested

he spent the whole night to learn your language, and the night after, and the night after that, and the night after the night after that

so yeah, expect him to hold a proper conversation with you in two languages

satan

has probably put two and two together when you both visited a library that had a few books from the human world and you were looking at books with your first language

he was interested

so when you were holding like three books by the counter, he asked:

"what language is this?"

you answered him, and also added that it was your first language

he nodded, and made a mental note in his head

when you were walking home with your books in hand, he asked what the books were about and you explained bits of it and why it intrigued you enough to buy them

he was also interested in the said books, and finds it a shame that he wouldn't understand its contents

unless.......

yes, expect him to ask you to be his tutor about your language

after all, isn't it better to learn straight from the source?

and he also used it as an excuse to hang out more with you

before you know it, he's the one who's reading the books you've bought

you haven't even finished them yet!

that's a pity then, mc. just one more chapter and he'll give it back-

asmodeus

like mammon, he wouldn't know without you telling him beforehand

you and him were having a spa day in his bathroom

it wasn't sexual or anything, he just wants you both to have a relaxing time together! isn't that lovely, mc?

you were both in his bathtub, with him massaging your shoulders to sooth your sore muscles

"doesn't it feel good, mc?" he asks, a grin painting his face when he sees you relaxing under his very touch

you nod, "feels so good. keep going, asmo."

he stops

what was that, mc?

you furrow your eyebrows, "is there something wrong?" you turn to look at him

he looks dumbfounded, before shaking his head and his grin widening, "oh, mc! you didn't tell me you know another language!"

you both ended up chatting about it, him listening intently as he continues to massage you

he might learn a thing or two to flirt with you just to see your cheeks tinted pink, but he mostly wouldn't learn a lot

beelzebub

you cook lots of stuff from the human world, mostly from your culture, so he ended up asking you what these dishes are and you mentioned it came from your home country

so he should know by now, since he likes listening to you talk and asked a lot of stuff, and by extension, your culture and languages

you were on cooking duty for dinner, and he managed to convince you to let him help out with the promise of not eating everything

you were cooking your favorite dishes from your country, and happily explained to him what they are

he listens intently (while eating a block of cheese you gave him), nodding along

anything food related intrigues him, so if he comes across a dish he hasn't heard before he'd be curious about it

when you mention the name of the dish, he tilts his head and tests it out with his mouth "...am i pronouncing it right, mc?"

"a little more work, but you've got it!"

he butchered it

but it's fine, it's beel. he doesn't know your first language in the first place!

dinner comes around, he's the one mentioning to his brothers what the dishes are (still butchering the name, but a little better than before)

the brothers did not understand what he just said

be sure to be ready for him to ask for seconds, thirds, fourths, and so on and so forth

he'd be interested in learning, but would probably learn more about your culture (especially the food) since he doesn't want to mispronounce anything

belphegor

has probably heard you talk in your sleep before, so he put two and two together as well

beel was out so you two were alone in their room

you were asleep, cuddling beside him, and he was about to drift as well when you-

"belphie... the stove is on..."

???????

what are you talking about?

he furrows his eyebrows and shrugs it off, pulling you closer to him

"i think the kitchen... is on fire... lucifer did it..."

what is it with lucifer now?

"what the hell are you dreaming..." he mutters under his breath

he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep

after your nap, he asked you what in the world you were dreaming that you were sleep talking about him and lucifer

you were embarrassed

he mentioned that he didn't understand you for the most part (you were relieved) so you explained it to him

he finds it intriguing, but doesn't show it. he shrugs it off

"just don't bother me with your sleep talking..."

oh please keep doing it

the next time you sleep talk he was wide awake, his ddd on, and doogle (google) translate at the ready

he was definitely laughing his ass off when you muttered "lucifer lost his pants..."

diavolo

same way as lucifer, he knew beforehand through your documents

he did take the time to learn a few phrases though to surprise you when you both had gotten closer

you were having tea with him in the castle gardens and he suddenly goes "how was your day, mc?"

you had to do a double take, but then a big grin makes it way to your face

he finds it adorable

but then you suddenly reply in your first language in perfect clarity and continously that he already lost you at the "i'm"

"ahahaha....... i'm not that knowledgeable yet, mc......."

"oops."

you both end up talking about it more, and he asked how you knew english and you answered with how you did

he listens intently, nodding along

when you went home after a few hours, he had barbatos bring him a dictionary with your first language and has made it his goal to learn it (while juggling his responsibilities)

he's a pretty fast learner that the brothers have to suffer with you both talking each other's ears off and they can't get the tea

barbatos

are we even going to ask

this man definitely knew

he's lived long enough but he didn't have the time to learn it before you came to the devildom because he's a terribly busy guy

he has his day offs however, so he of course wanted to spend it with you

he had invited you over for tea and you both ended up talking about the human world

he took this chance to ask if you speak your first language by any chance with that sly smirk on his face

you were surprised, but you answered yes anyway

it's better to not question anything when it comes to him, to be honest

will probably ask good references to learn your language, and you provided some that you knew

he may ask for your help though

just to spend time with you

before you know it, he's talking your ear off with your own language that you had to ask him to slow down

he just smiles

solomon

he wouldn't know you speak the language, but he knows how to speak it himself

let's face it, he's a smart guy, what's wrong with learning a few languages?

you're in his room, you helping him out by giving him the things he needs for some experiments

you both were just talking about mundane things and you end up asking

"what's one thing i don't know about you?"

he paused, but continued his work, humming in thought

"hm... i speak a few more languages, actually."

"that's expected, to be honest." you nod

out of curiosity, you ask him about your first language

he chuckles and nods that he does speak it

you gaped

"no way?!"

"oh, no way?"

you both continued conversing in that language

"you know, i was there when it was created. it was long ago, but it was such a fine time."

okay, old man

simeon

he wouldn't know without being told either

you both were texting each other, he's gotten good at typing now and he's proud!

he managed to type a long word without any typos and was so happy that you were happy too

without thinking, you congratulated him in your first language

uhm. mc?

"wait, are you having typos now, too?!"

he sends a worried sticker and was genuinely confused and concerned it's actually adorable

you had to explain it to him as simple as possible that it was your first language

"ooooh, i see."

has asked you a few quotes to be translated in your language so he could add it in his books

he thinks they're fine literature and can really set the mood and add thrill into it

he, however, searched up a few words himself and asked you what they mean

"mc, what does dick mean?"

oh, lord

luke [platonic]

wouldn't know either

you and him were discussing human world delicacies and ingredients and you ended up with your country

he volunteered to search it up and you told him he doesn't need to because you know it yourself

mc????? that's so cool!

you ended up cooking together, and he took it as an opportunity to ask questions about your culture and your language

"the food already smells so good, mc! what was it called again? anyway, how did you learn english? was it hard? do you always get your language and english mixed up?"

you had to remind him to take out the batter from the oven before it overcooks

needless to say, he has another thing he wants to learn besides baking and cooking

#omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me #goddamn that was a lot #FINALLY FINISHED #i love them your honor

[armpirate]

Disturbs on the 3rd floor | Jungkook

Part 2

pairing: Boxer!JK x fem!reader || Neighbors, enemies to lovers

w.c.: 3.2k

Warnings: Explicit, almost making out, mention of body's reaction to touch

Summary: After your new neighbor forced you into a war with him, you didn't think you could dislike someone you hadn't met the way you disliked him. After meeting him, you confirm that not only he's hot as fuck, he's also one big asshole.

Aprox. time of reading: 15 minutes

You woke up curled up in your bed sheets, hugging the pillow tight, when you realized it was still night and it wasn't even close to the time you had to get up that day. You never woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, so it was weird for you that you did. Once your senses started activating, you laid on your back and closed your eyes again before it was too late.

*Knock*

You frowned, but still ignored the sound. Maybe your neighbor just moved a bit too roughly in his sleep.

*Knock*

You sighed, annoyed at the sound, but still tried to ignore it because you just wanted to sleep. 

Your eyelids throbbed in sync with the increasing bangs against your walls, giving up on trying to keep them closed and finally sitting on the bed to turn back. If there was a moment when sounds could seem touchable, it was then. You swore you could perfectly see his headboard knocking against the plasterboard, faster as time went by. 

Just the same way, you hit your wall back with your  closed fist, thinking that'd actually make him stop. 

Silly you.

Not only those sounds got faster and harder, but they were also combined by the loud screams from a woman -that you were sure had her head right against the plasterboard to make those sounds as audible for you as possible. There was no other explanation. 

Letting your body fall lazily over the mattress, you tried to cover your face with your pillow, drowning the sounds as much as possible, but they were so loud that it made you feel like they were right in your room doing whatever it was they were doing. 

You weren't the most patient person out there, and it only took you a few seconds before you stretched your arm to reach for your phone. It was four in the morning, and there they were, acting like they were the only ones in the building. You thought someone else might've complained, but you forgot you were the only one wall to wall with them. 

Anyone else would've knocked on their door, but you still considered sending a text through the neighborhood community group chat so you wouldn't be a big bother. And also, because you thought that, by saying it so publicly, they'd be a bit embarrassed and tone it down. But they only got louder by the minute.

Giving up, you picked your pillow and walked outside your room, taking your small couch as the new bed for that night. At least there you didn't have to hear the constant bangs or the moans and growls that kept coming from them. 

It'd be only for that night.

Only for that night... Ha! 

If only you had known that your text would start a war between you two, you'd have knocked their door down that same night. The noise was more constant than before, if that was even possible. 

You wondered if it was their first time living in an apartment, and having to respect neighbors, because there was no way someone would react that way to a petition to have some human decency. 

They fought back. First, they made you take the three flower pots that were hanging on your balcony off, because they said it was dangerous and it also bothered them when they got home at night after you watered them. And second, it was the night you decided to bring someone home after a really long time, and your neighbor scared them away.

Sitting on the couch, you couldn't believe he faked talking on the phone and screamed how you had a cockroach infestation that made everyone in the building worry. Messing with how clean you were in front of a person you tried to get on with for months was where you drew the line.  

You didn't know much about your neighbor, other than that he tended to come back home late in the night -and you had confirmed that with the first complaint he sent your way, and the few times you saw his back entering his house past eleven. So, placing the speaker against his wall, and turning up the pop music as loud as possible at seven in the morning, seemed like a good plan all of a sudden. At least while you got ready to head to work -he was luckier in that sense. You only bothered him for half an hour, and then left your house until five -a time when he usually wasn't at home. 

Each one of your actions had a consequence, because as soon as you started doing that, he'd also start giving random knocks at your wall late in the night. And it was a few times that you two had called the police on each other for the noise, not getting much more than just a warning from their side.

Did that make you two stop? Obviously not. 

 If he made a hole in your room with a drill, you threw bleach at his dark clothes. If he threw your mail in the garbage, you nicked the side of his black motorbike that was always parked next to the door. It was a war that would never stop if you both kept behaving like that, unless one of you moved out. And it only made sense for him to leave, since he was the one who moved into his apartment a few months ago. 

At least that was your idea until you saw the community notice, hung at the cork board in the entrance. Your neighbors were asking you two to stop, because both of you were intoxicating the good environment in the building. Not that it was a lie, but if the community had intervened after the first two complaints, none of this would've come this far. The ball was on your roof, you had the choice to continue or stop, so you chose the sanest choice.

Jungkook, on the other hand, felt uneasy when the game between you two suddenly stopped. While annoying you, and having you clapping back every time, was the most expensive thing in the world -because of the amount of things he had to repair as a result-, he found certain joy and entertainment in what you two did. His twisted mind would come up with a revenge seconds after seeing the mess you did. But suddenly it all stopped.

He didn't hear from you in a while, he didn't see you tempted to knock on his door a few times when he blasted music late into the night. He wasn't sure if you had seen him, but he for sure was aware of your well settled curves under those tight pajamas. Having your attention on him made him feel proud, but it disappeared as soon as he started caring about it. And that upsetted him more than he'd like to admit. 

That night, he knew you were home. He had heard you on the phone, while you were walking around your room. The small drawing of a beach, that you used to cover the beach, worked to block him from seeing anything in your room, but it made whatever was going on inside there perfectly audible. And vice versa. 

But like it was a sign sent from above, he stumbled with the karaoke set one of his friends had gifted him for his birthday, as he walked around the living room. 

You felt your place strangely silent. It had been that calm for the past two days -surprisingly-, but something about the way it felt that night felt off. It was the typical vibes you get before something bad happens. At least that was the sensation as you stared at your ceiling among the darkness. 

You frowned when you heard some strange echoed sounds, that seemed like clacks -similar to the sound your tongue makes whenever you stick it to your palate and move it away fast. But that frown turned into your eyes going blank the second you heard the pop music blasting, while a male voice singing sounded louder than the rhythm. 

"What the fuck?" you muttered, finally sitting in your bed. 

Banging your fist against the wall, you tried to get his attention. But either the music was too loud, or he was straightforward ignoring you, because it didn't stop. 

Right then, you had two choices: either you did something to annoy him back, or you behaved like an adult since he stepped in the building and knocked on his door. You couldn't leave that place, your apartment was only ten minutes away from work, and the location was perfect for your free time as well -not to mention how cheap it was compared to the previous house you rented. You just couldn't leave because an asshole decided it was fun to mess with you. 

You moved the blankets aside, finally sitting up on the bed before you dragged your body out of it. You didn't even bother to put your slippers on, stepping out of your apartment to knock on his door, although the music was so loud that probably he wouldn't hear it. 

Your jaw was twisted, while you placed your hands on your hips and tried to think of different ways to tear that door down if he didn't open it in the next two minutes. But, for your own luck, and your fists', you heard a silent squeak on your back, and the music was even louder than it was seconds ago. 

Everything was perfectly settled in your mind, you had made up every word you would say, and every expression and tone you'd use so the message would be clear, but your mind went blank as soon as you turned around. 

You had seen your neighbor before, although only from the back. His ratio from waist to shoulders, whenever he entered his apartment in those straight jeans and half tucked t-shirt got your head running in circles, but seeing his other half did no good to your brain. 

His lips looked thin, pressed tight against one another as he tried to keep the proud smile to himself, which caused the dimples on his cheeks to show off, along with the mole under his lower lip and the two lips rings that were on the right side of his lower lip. You had never been into brown eyes, but you'd lose yourself in his doe looks by how big and rounded they were, not realizing how deep you were trapped in them until he spoke.

"Hey, 3A" he greeted you, naming you by the number of your apartment. 

"Hey?" you crossed your arms over your chest "It's one am, and you're blasting music and singing like it's nothing".

It took you a few seconds to get back your confidence, but it was going to go back all over the window when he lifted his arm over his head, resting his full sleeve tattooed arm rest on the door frame, while his eyes kept looking intensely into you. 

"No one else complained" he shrugged.

"Because their walls aren't right next to yours" you tried to explain. "I'm the only one having to stand you and the noises you make every day". 

"Quite funny you're saying that" he scoffed "Because using a drill at seven isn't the most normal either".

"At least I'm not the one who dug a hole in the wall" you snapped back. 

As he bent to the right, to get his hand to rest on his shoulder and nape, you could see his bicep flexing slightly. 

You breathed in deeply, trying to get some sanity back. Your annoyance and horniness was soon making this first meeting useless, and you didn't knock on his door to leave things unsolved that night. 

"Don't you think you might have a bias against me?".

That question made you chuckle, looking away for a mini second before you were back at looking at him. Typical asshole behavior: playing the victim instead of owning up to his mistake. 

"I don't care if you get choked on that mic, but do it silently" you spitted. "I'll call the police if I hear you again. You're warned".

Your neighbor didn't say anything, he simply twisted his lips and nodded, seeing you walking away back to your place and stopping at your door when you tried to open it. 

Pressing your lips together, you shut down the minimal complaint that could come from them when the door didn't open after several attempts. It probably closed while you were speaking to your neighbor, and now you were stuck outside unless you called a locksmith and paid more than seventy bucks to get your door opened. Then you realized that you didn't have your phone with you either.

"What's up, 3A? Want to join the party?" he asked on your back. 

That was humiliating.

If it had been someone else, you wouldn't have cared in the slightest -even if you didn't really know that person-, but the fact that it was the same person you ranted at confidently just seconds ago, made things bad. 

You turned on your tracks, walking towards him again as you tried that cocky look he was giving you.

"I'm locked outside" you explained. "My phone and my keys are in my place".

He clicked his tongue, grimacing at your words and faking how deep he was thinking on his next answer.

"It'd be difficult for me to help you if I get choked on that mic".

"Nevermind".

Only three minutes into a conversation with him, and you knew he was the type that would brag about helping you until your ways separated again. You were convinced he'd be the biggest pain in the ass, and probably he'd also take advantage over this. And if he already was annoying for no reason, you couldn't imagine how bad it'd get in the case that you owed him a favor. 

"Wait" he stopped you while he laughed "Come inside, and use my phone".

While you still didn't want any help from him, you still stepped inside his place when he moved his body behind the thick door, allowing you to come in. 

His house is exactly like yours, only that his is placed in reverse. It was quite minimalistic, there weren't many furniture or decorations; but the few things he had in there were placed in a way that made sense and that inspired a lot of balance and calm. The scent was also comforting, a slight floral smell that wasn't too heavy to be found annoying, but was powerful enough to be noticed as soon as you stepped inside. 

You turned back again, finding him walking to you "I can look up for a good locksmith" he sneaked his hand inside his baggy pants, taking his phone out to type something. 

You were surprised by how easily he lent his phone to you. If you had been in his place, you probably would've looked up the phone number and made him call from the landline phone in your living room. 

You huffed after hanging up, trying to get through the idea that the person in charge to open your door won't come anytime soon, leaving you stuck outside for more than an hour. 

"Thanks" you gave him back his phone. 

"When will they come?" 

"He said it'd take him an hour, because he has another service pending" you sighed.

You didn't know there were that many people getting stuck outside. But again, there you were, out of your place, and in the house of the man you declared war to weeks ago. 

"You can wait here in the meantime" he assured you.

"This will be an expensive favor, right?" you squinted your eyes, looking at him with distrust.

"Hmm didn't think of that" he puckered his lips. "I just wanted to be a good neighbor and bury the hatchet".

Accepting his words, you just nodded. It wasn't like you were fully uncomfortable, at least not in the bad sense. He just made you nervous, by the way he radiated so much confidence and power. It was so difficult for you to explain it properly. 

"I'm Y/N, by the way" you introduced yourself, trying to get him to focus on your words and not you. But Jungkook was able to do two things at the same time. 

"Jungkook".

And there was the silence again, and that intense look going through your body like you were completely vulnerable for him. 

"Do you want something to drink?

"Water" you replied instantly, almost not giving him time to finish the question. 

Your throat was going dry the longer he stared at you, you needed to get hydrated as soon as possible. 

Sitting on the couch, you saw a few pairs of boxing gloves on the shelf next to the door that would lead to his bedroom. And you wondered if he either collected them, was a boxer or did boxing for fun. 

Whenever he came home late in the night, you always caught him with his back facing your door, and it wasn't like his clothes were much different from any regular daily clothes. 

"So, you do boxing?" you casually asked as soon as he was back. 

Looking over you, he saw the shelf that could've given you that hint, and he instantly smiled at that tiny show of interest. 

"We can say I do, yeah" he nodded.

"That's not an answer" you sipped on the glass.

"I didn't know you were so curious about me" he raised his eyebrow.

"I just wanted to talk about something while we wait" you replied back, thinking that would take him out of his comfort zone, but he only seemed more comfortable after that reply, as if he was expecting you to answer that way. 

"Shall we talk about the shirt you ruined and that cost me two hundred bucks?".

"What? Is this a way to get me to pay for it?" you scoffed "You threw my mail away, in which there was a penalty fee that could've been multiplied if the old lady from 2B hadn't noticed. Should we talk about the three hundred bucks your little joke would have cost me?". 

So you had an answer for everything... Time to get into action then. 

"I'd have paid for it gladly".

The tone he used while looking at you that way, it made a wave of heat burn your body from head to toe fast. Your mind was running wild while he played with the rings on his lips, showing off the tip of his tongue. 

Your body instantly reacted to his hand lying so close to your thigh on the couch, you could even feel the fabric sinking with its weight. While you were so close to each other, and with the wooden scent giving short circuits to your brain, you just allowed yourself to give in. 

His lips ghosted yours, so close that you could feel his warm breath coating your mouth, but so far that he had you parting and moving your lips to look for his. shiverings ran through your body, like a calming massage to your brain, that pushed you to go on. You needed way more than that. 

But Jungkook just rubbed his lips on the left corner of your mouth, making your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your old t-shirt. He continued his way up to your cheek, finally lending a soft kiss on your skin, getting closer to your earlobe. 

Soon you were imprisoned by his arm, which moved to the other side of your body to lie next to your left thigh. His lip rings felt cold in contrast with your burning skin and his warm and wet tongue. Your neck instantly moved to the side when the tip traced the curve of your earlobe, and you almost gasped when his teeth trapped the soft meat to pull from it gently. 

You went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds, and you didn't want to think about the level you could get to if you two continued. And it seemed like Jungkook read your mind, because he burst your bubble before you were completely gone in your thoughts.

"You wanted me to choke on my mic, yet here you are: waiting for me to touch you and kiss you" he whispered.

And his words felt like a bucket filled with ice, falling over you and taking you back to reality. Holding your breath, you stopped your body from working for a few seconds, pushing him away to have some space to move away and stand up. 

"You could only wish" those words were the only thing that could keep your dignity in that moment. 

Of course, he wouldn't even give you that.

"That's not what you are showing" following where his index finger is pointing at, you instantly place your palms over your breasts, trying to hide your visibly hard nipples.

"Asshole" you muttered, in between your teeth. 

Of course, he expected you to be annoyed at his comment and maybe turn the situation around to turn into some hot passionate sex. But instead, Jungkook saw you walking angry to the door, just to slam it against the door frame after leaving his place. 

It didn't turn out like he expected.

Could this be considered as a snippet for Anti-romantic? Possibly.

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[st-danger]

saint may i trouble u for somethin quick rough and nasty idc which ghouls or how or what or why their fuxkin but im obsessed w ur writing please and thank u 🙏

Dew can't breathe. There's no hand on his throat, no palm covering his mouth, but his knees are folded up to his ears and Ifrit is an imposing, impossible figure above him, pressing in and knocking the air from his lungs with every thrust. Mouth parted, looking dazed. Intense and relentless is a nice look on him, even if that's the only nice thing about him for the time being.

Dew has some hair sticking to the corner of his mouth, his sweaty forehead. His nerves feel oversensitive, his body aches already, and he isn't sure what he says please for. Not sure what he's asking, but it feels correct to say, a soft puff of air knocked from him with a particularly nasty roll of Ifrit's hips. His hands press ineffectively against Ifrit's broad chest, clawing at him as the angle lets him drill against a sensitive spot inside. It's so good and Ifrit won't let him forget it. The irritation from that will be a problem for future him, and he'll roll his eyes and play stupid when Ifrit dares to call him out later, telling him he knows he's the best he's had and that it's so obvious he needs it again. Needs to be put in his place, because the others are too nice to him. Too kind, too loving. The others don't understand the ways in which Dew needs to be fucked brainless.

"Please?" Ifrit mocks. "What more could you want?"

Ifrit buries himself deep, holds himself in, leans in further and Dew's sure he can feel him in his throat. Arms bracketing him, boxing him in. Not that he has any leverage like this, but even if he wasn't folded up to be used, ankles over his shoulders, he still wouldn't be able to wriggle away if Ifrit's on him. He's possessed, thoroughly and inescapably, and he'll have the bite marks and bruises to show for it when he's finally finished using him. He will ache, he will wince, and nothing will ever feel as good as when Ifrit uses him like an object.

"Please," Dew wheezes again, and knows his cock is leaking a spot of pre onto his belly. Knows that each thrust he gets is moving him, smearing the wet spot around his skin, cock trapped between their stomachs. He can finish from this. It's barely enough friction on his dick, but it's enough with how keyed up he is, which how perfectly Ifrit nudges inside him right there. The sum of it all is enough, the helplessness, the cruelty. "Use- me, make me, c'mon, make me cum."

Ifrit adjusts enough to where he can lean all his weight onto one arm, freeing the other to grab Dew's face. Thumb digging into one cheek, fingertips into the other, forceful and aggressive and squeezing, squishing his face. Reflexively, Dew's hands fly to his arm, though not to pull it away. To anchor. Ifrit's eyes burn into his, brow knit together, staring at him like he can see more than anyone else. Something secret and shamefully weak.

"I'm fucking you until I'm done," Ifrit warns, voice dark and low. "You don't want to cum early." Dew nods, eyes wide, and Ifrit drags out slow and then slams back in. Fucks a pathetic whimper out of him. Repeats. The hand on his face is painful. He has to look stupid. "Yeah? You wouldn't want to take my cock all sensitive like that, would you?" Each snap of his hips makes Dew's eyes struggle to focus, little toes curling. "That'd be awful for you," Ifrit grunts, throbbing hard when he pauses before drawing out again. "All used up and cryin' for me. Be a fucked up thing for you to want."

Dew nods again as best he can with his face being gripped the way it is.

"Please," he says again, weak.

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[bumblesimagines]

i think we cuddled.

should we talk about it?

- Lexi Howard

should we talk about it?

i think we cuddled.

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

There were many ways to fuck up in life. 

Pull an all-nighter knowing you've got an exam the next day; Pick a fight with someone twice your size; Talk shit about your boss while they're within earshot; Knock over your grandmother's ashes. Or, as you had spectacularly done, sleep with an ex-girlfriend's younger, nerdier sister in her house and her room. Granted, it was inevitable sleeping in her room considering Cassie and Lexi shared a bedroom, but it remained part of the grand fuck-up. 

Throughout your whole life, Lexi Howard had remained strictly off limits. Your beloved twin sister, Maddy, had set strict ground rules for how you were to interact with her friends and by extension, Lexi which ranged from never flirting with them to never laying an even slightly suggestive finger on them. You'd followed the rules to a T during middle school and ninth grade but then Cassie Howard showed her interest and Maddy could only give in and allow it. Like most of Cassie's relationships, it crashed and burned in just over a year. 

Cassie loved hard and with her whole heart but if she felt even just slightly abandoned or ignored, she leaped into the arms of whichever interested guy was closest to her. It'd been a whole ordeal that'd nearly threatened Cassie and Maddy's friendship until you managed to calm the waters and enter a genuine, and somewhat awkward, friendship with Cassie to keep the peace between the girls. By then, you had become pretty acquainted with Lexi, even going as far as calling her a friend. Which made everything about your situation worse.

"Should we talk about it?" Lexi's meek voice asked from the bed, the covers and blankets scrunched in her balled-up hands. Her big, doe-eyes watched you get dressed and you couldn't quite tell if her reddened cheeks were from embarrassment, shame, or lingering alcohol in her system. Horrible, it was horrible. Lexi should've lost her v card to some smart loser who was head over heels for her, but instead, she got you. 

"What is there to talk about? We got tipsy, I drove you home, I think we cuddled, one thing led to another, and shit happened." Her lips pursed and her gaze fell onto the covers. You winced and slid on your shirt. "I don't want to be mean, Lex. I think you're great and you deserve better. You probably expected the big day to be roses and candles and an expensive dinner with someone from Harvard or Yale who would be ready to pop out the engagement ring right after. I'm sure you'll find that person eventually, though."

"What... What makes you think I expected or- or wanted all that?" Lexi frowned and you wondered what great sin you had committed to get into this situation. "Maybe- Maybe I did envision it being with you. What would be so wrong about that? I mean, you're single and-"

"Cassie would be furious, and not to mention how Maddy would react. She'll get mad on somebody's behalf and it'll be hell for both of us. It's just- It..." You sighed heavily, running a hand over your face. "Maybe if I had met you first... things would've been different, Lex. But I didn't. I dated Cassie and that breakup was a fucking mess. It wouldn't be fair on her to storm back into her life like that. I'm sorry."

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[dazed-and-confused23]

Dear Hearts and Gentle People 5

Pure Indulgence

Summary: Cooper doesn't know how he got here, but he's with you, and that's all that matters to him. Now if only the other ghoul that wears a tricorn hat would leave you through fuck alone, he'd be having a much better time. However, for you, he could learn to share.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader / John Hancock x Reader

Warnings: Drinking and drug use. Plans are made some light petting.

Masterlist

John Hancock knows a good thing when he sees one, and you were definitely one of the best things that's he's ever lain his black eyes on. You were a wastelander. He could tell that by the way you held yourself, but the mayor could tell that you hadn't let the world shape you in a bad way. No, you took the world in your hands and shaped it to how you wanted it.

However, he could say a lot less about the ghoul that'd come in with you. He stuck to the back of the bar, feet kicked up on a table, and hat pulled down to cover his eyes. He'd not said a word, only dropped into the chair, but John wasn't stupid. The newcomer only had eyes for you, which made his game all the more fun.

"Well, not every day that someone new comes stumbling into my town," Hancock drawls as he steps up beside you, his voice rough and smokey, "Names Hancock."

He admires the way you cock a brow at him, not impressed what so ever, and repeat him, "Your town?"

John nods, his weathered lips pulling into a proud smirk, "Mhm, yeah. I'm the mayor of this little slice of heaven. If you ever need anything, I'm your man."

His cock twitches in interest when you regale him with a heavy lidded look, your lips quirking in an amused smirk that he wants to wipe away with a kiss, or his dick. Preferably both.

"Well, Mr. Mayor, I'll have to keep that in mind," you say, and Hancock picks up your accent this time and gives you a look of surprise.

"Not from around here, Doll?" He asks you and gets a nod in response. John sees movement out of the corner of his eye and notices that the ghoul has finally moved, stalking across the room to sit at the bar beside you. He eyes John, and something about the ghoul has his hackles rising, and his fingers itching for his knife.

"You makin' friends over here without me, Darlin'?" The newcomer asks, and you surprise John be snickering and bumping your shoulder against the cowboy.

"Wouldn't be me if I didn't. Are you getting jealous, Coop?" You tease and turn to send a wink at Hancock. He smirks right back and shifts in his seat, his knees bumping against your own.

Cooper would very much like to strangle the other ghoul that has your attention, please, and thank you. This guy's like him, whole and complete, not rotting with peeling skin and exposed bone. Fucker was probably handsome when he'd been a human. He doesn't like that you're so interested in him, and green jealousy burns bright in his chest.

"Any man would be jealous," Hancock says and boldly reaches out, his hand landing on the smoothskin's thigh, his thumb rubbing distracting circles. He flicks his black eyes up and locks with Cooper’s own, a dangerous smirk crossing his thin lips.

Coop sneers back, eyes full of blazing fury until you clear your throat and glance back at him. He grins at you, though it's mean and full of teeth with dark promises. An idea suddenly strikes him, and he cocks his head to the side then shifts forward, arm winding around your waist and chin hooking over your shoulder.

"One ghoul not enough for you, Sugar?" He purred in your ear and smirked at the way you shivered, eyes going half lidded with interest at his sudden change in behavior. Cooper met John's black eyes and eyed the other man, "You greedy for an extra set of hands?"

Hancock watched the exchange and smoothed his hand up your thigh, fingertips dipping in between your thighs and stroking along your clothed sex. The sound he makes is closer to a growl, and it lingers in his voice, "I think I can have that arranged."

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