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𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

When Eddie asks you on a date, you don’t believe it. He probably meant as friends, right? Spoiler alert — Eddie wants to be more than friends, and he’s willing to prove it. [4k]

fluff, slight hurt/comfort, fem!reader, plus-sized!reader, reader feels undesirable, kissing, obligatory ‘don’t be cruel’ scene, eddie calls you pretty like ten times, requested here

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Eddie has one of those smiles that screams trouble. Every time he looks at you with that smile he might as well have "I'm gonna break your heart," written across his forehead in tandem.

You sneak a glance at him across the atrium. Eddie’s paused bussing tables to talk to a patron, his customer service voice in play with a matching smile. It isn't the one you mean, but it's bad enough to make you flush red-hot. You cross your arms over the bar, regret it for its stickiness, and let your head rest against the crook of your elbow.

You've been working together for a long time now, almost six months, and he's your favourite coworker hands down. He cleans up after himself, he brings snacks that you never accept (lest you look like the greedy chubby girl you worry everyone expects you to be), and he talks to you like a real person.

It's horrifying and it's not fair, but being fat means that sometimes guys don’t want to look at you. They don't want to be in the same room with you, and you can tell; they avert their eyes, or simply don't talk to you directly.

You've never had that feeling with Eddie. He meets your eyes, unflinching, and he sends you one of those pretty smiles and you think Fuck, because he should've been a movie star, he has the cheekbones for it, or a rockstar like that band he's always raving about. He'd have a slim LA girl on both arms, no doubt about it.

He likely wouldn't waste his time with you.

Not someone pretty as he is. Sometimes he'll lean over and expose the flat stretch of his stomach, his v-lines and the dark trail of hair peeking above his jeans, and you feel acutely miserable 'cause you know you'll never get to touch him. Workplace crushes suck.

"Hey, are you okay?" a voice asks, a hand dropping against your shoulder.

You pull yourself up quickly. Speak of the devil, Eddie stands beside you with his hair tied away from his face. He looks more entertained than concerned, his smile unfortunately genuine.

"I'm fine," you say, stepping back. His hand falls away from your shoulder. "Sorry, just tired."

Eddie leans into your space, squinting. You freeze up, but he's only checking the time on the clock behind you. "Gotta tough it out. Still an hour and a half 'til closing."

Which means there's more than two hours of your shift left. Your face must show how unexciting that is —Eddie laughs, warm and quiet, and gives your hand a squeeze.

"You'll live," he promises. "Are you busy tonight? Maybe we could go get pizza or something."

"What, nobody else is available?" you ask.

His head juts back a touch, put upon shock. "And why can't I ask you? I like you and I like pizza, that's a good combination. And even if you don't like me that much, you like pizza, right?"

You know —you know, you do— that Eddie doesn't mean it as a slight. This isn't some thinly veiled insult on how you look. Why wouldn't you like pizza? Most people do, but his comment twists itself into an evil inky ball in your chest anyways, thick and hot as tar.

You shake it off.

"Who says I don't like you?" you ask, steering the conversation away from food altogether.

His smile gets somehow better, which is to say worse. You're being punished for something, a childhood wrongdoing or a future crime, perhaps. Nothing else could warrant the mental torture that is being so close to him while he looks the way he does.

"Good. Good, then we should get pizza. It's a date," he says, nodding.

Morgan the shift manager calls for him to stop distracting you, though the Hideout is abandoned tonight, and there's nothing to distract you from. Eddie stands at full height, with a soldier's salute. "Yes, sir. No more lollygagging." He turns to you when you laugh, and you share a secret smile.

He and Morgan disappear into the back of house. If you strain your ears, you can hear Eddie complaining about having to keep his hair in a bun, as it's totally against what he stands for, dude, it's stifling his self expression.

"Count yourself lucky I don't make you wear a hair net, kid," Morgan says.

You turn back to your sticky bar, numb. It's a date? Did he mean, like, an actual date? A romantic date?

Not a chance in hell. It's a colloquialism. Nothing more.

Despite yourself, you stare into the silver reflection of a beer tap and try to liven up. You fix your hair, check your teeth, dig a lip balm out of your apron pocket and scratch the corners of your mouth just in case. The entire time you're heckling yourself about delusions. Eddie Munson doesn't like you. He's had a girl come around once or twice, and she'd been everything you're not: slender, confident. You'd wanted to dislike her, but she hadn't done anything wrong. There's no crime in being desirable.

For the remainder of the night, you man the bar and serve the occasional patron. It's a Sunday night, so most stick to light beer or soft drinks. The live entertainment says goodnight and the Hideout empties like an opened floodgate. You clean the bar, Eddie buses the tables, and the kitchen staff turn on the radio and get to work cleaning. Soon, you can smell cigarette smoke and reheated mozzarella sticks.

You wander into the kitchen to help.

"Hi beautiful," Leon says, one of the cooks, "you want something to eat?"

"No she does not!" Eddie says, helping the dishwasher Marcie with her last round of plates. Suds drip down to his rolled sleeves as he waves his hands around. "We're going to get pizza."

"Yes!" Marcie says, delighted.

"Where are we going?" Paul asks, another cook.

"We," Eddie says, pointing at you and then himself, "are going to Marletto's. Yeah?"

You startle when you realise he's asking you. "Oh, sure. Anywhere you want."

His head bobs up and down, pleased. He goes back to his dishes. "Anywhere I want," he murmurs to Marcie, though he's saying it for everybody to hear, "hear that, Marc? I'm spoiled."

You wipe down a few counters, label some leftover iceberg lettuce and put it back in the fridge. It's easy work, made better by the camaraderie of your coworkers, but you can't settle down. Your heart races at what's to come. "It's a date," is starting to feel less colloquial now Eddie's dissuading the other from joining you. That's how that works, right? He wants to be alone with you.

It might not mean anything. Maybe Eddie needs something from you he doesn't want the others to know about, like money. Maybe he wants girl advice, finally chasing that pretty girl who drops by sometimes. Or boy advice —there's a guy who comes around too, tall and blond and handsome.

There's a logical solution. Any other girl would hear the word date and take it at face value, but you aren't them. You're you. You can't remember the last time somebody looked at you with desire in their eyes, if they ever have. High school was a shit show and work isn't exactly a hub for romance. Eddie joining the team here is the most excitement you've ever had in your life, for all his gentle squeezes and teasing elbows, his inside jokes and his tendency to burst into an air guitar solo at any given moment. He's a cheeseball, and you like him. It sucks.

"Hi, are you ready?" he asks, coming out of nowhere. You're kneeling down near the lockers tying your shoelaces.

It is a horrible position for him to see you in. You can't imagine what you look like, but you know it won't be pretty. You spring up with your shoelace untied still and smile weakly. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"You need help with that?" he asks, eyes on your shoe.

You burn with embarrassment. "I– no, I–"

Eddie kneels down on the floor and reaches for your shoe. He ties it quickly in a double-knotted bunny-loop and pats the side of your ankle when he's done. When he looks up at you, you're in the middle of hoping a natural disaster will occur and put you out of your misery.

He smiles at you from his position. Does he ever stop?

"Cool," he says, standing up. He grabs his coat from his locker and doesn't bother closing it. "Let's go! I'm starving, man, Leon needs to mess up more often so I can steal the rejects."

You follow him in a daze. Through the lockers and out of the kitchen, waving goodbye to the lingering closers and a grimacing Morgan. You aren't looking forward to seeing him again tomorrow. You're more than sure he'll have something to say about workplace fraternising and general dawdling.

"You okay for us to take the van?" he asks.

Eddie's given you rides home before, and what felt awkward before has lended itself to a familiarity. You nod your agreement and cross the small parking lot out back, your breath rising in the cold night air.

Eddie pulls open the passenger door of his van with a strong-armed tug.

"Been meaning to get the latch looked at. I'd rather it have trouble opening than trouble closing, though, so that's a plus."

He waits for you to climb the short step and sit before he closes the door.

“All limbs inside the ride?" he asks.

You laugh. It comes out weird. You kind of sound like you're being held at gunpoint.

Eddie gets in the van and makes small talk as he starts the engine and pulls her out of the lot. Your mind isn't there, exactly, or rather it's too close. You want to think about your answers but instead you're worrying about how you look while you say them. You're worried about the seat belt around your stomach, and the way you look from the side. Being around Eddie makes you more self-conscious than usual.

Marletto's isn't the best pizza place in Hawkins but it's open until three AM. You and Eddie take the first empty booth you come across, and the agony of ordering in front of someone else begins.

"Meat feast for me, obviously," he says, pulling off his jacket.

The cracked vinyl seat beneath him crunches with his movement. You dedicate yourself to staying still.

"I'll get a margarita," you say, glancing between him and the menu for his reaction.

"Didn't take you for such a bore," he teases. "Drinks? Sides?"

"Just water will be fine."

"Are you sure? I'm paying. If you wanna take advantage of me, now's the time."

You shake your head, pushing your cold hands under your thighs.

Eddie frowns. "If you're sure…"

He gets up to track down the register. You sit there, wondering why you agreed to this, what possessed you, why you could ever think this was a good idea. You don't wanna eat in front of him, you don't know what to say, he's looking at you like everything's normal but this is so not normal, this is the opposite side of the spectrum.

Eddie returns with your water and a coke, all smiles despite your clear nerves.

He puts the drinks down and clambers into the seat with a leg folded underneath himself, his elbows halfway across the table. He looks you straight in the face.

"That guy just looked at me like I was crazy. I'm hungry, sue me. Three orders of mozzarella sticks is a normal human thing to get, right?"

"Three?" you ask.

His hand reaches toward you. If your hand were there, he'd likely squeeze it roughly as he sometimes does, like a playful scolding. "I'm hungry," he repeats. "I didn't get any lunch on my lunch break. What's the point in that? Just sat down in the locker room thinking about it. It was actually worse than working."

"You should've had Leon make you a burger. He's always offering."

"Always offering you, maybe. The rest of us gotta fend for ourselves."

"That's not true. He asks Marcie, too."

"Yeah, well, Leon's a sucker for pretty girls."

You look down at the table.

"I got enough fries for both of us, I know you didn't want any sides but everyone wants fries. I won't be sharing the mozzarella sticks, so if you want some you better speak now." He raps the table with his knuckles. When you look up, his face softens. "Well, alright. Maybe I'll share them with you. I'm a sucker, too."

"What's that mean?"

"What?"

"You know what," you say.

Eddie crosses his arms across the table. His hands and arms are pale, the ink of his black tattoos stark. You could draw them without prompting, that's how often you've fallen into his trap. When he crosses his arms like this, his biceps bulge up a little bit, emphasising the pretty curves and ridges of his arms and the hints of greeny-blue veins hiding under his skin. He tilts his head toward his shoulder, his limp curls dragging against the table.

"It means…" he says, holding your eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips, "that you're pretty. You're so pretty, I'd do anything you asked me to."

You flinch. You pull your numb hands from under your thighs and cover your stomach with your forearms, glaring at the table between you thoughtlessly.

"That's cruel."

"What?"

"That's cruel, Eddie. You're being mean," you mutter.

"I–" Eddie stammers. "What? I'm just trying to tell you how I think about you– how I feel. I'm sorry if you don't wanna hear it, I'm not trying to be mean."

Hurt creeps into the lines of your face, your eyebrows pulled down and the starts pulled up, your lips pursed. Heat bursts in your throat as a molten lump takes shape there. You don't trust yourself to speak, but you have to.

"I thought you were my friend," you say quietly.

"I want to be more than that."

"You're making fun of me."

"No."

Eddie reaches across the table again. There's nothing for him to grab so he spreads his fingers and presses his palm flat. He ducks his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are ridiculously big, the black of his pupils blown and leaching into his dark irises until they're almost indistinguishable in the fuzzy lighting of the restaurant.

"Come on," he says quietly, "when have I ever done that to you? I mess around, but I wouldn't say shit like that unless I meant it." His fingers lift off of the table. "I mean it. I think you're beautiful." His voice takes on a raw quality.

You bite the tip of your tongue, fully frowning now. "I don't believe you," you say.

"Why not?" he asks, frowning back.

"Because I'm– I'm– I'm fat." You hate yourself for saying it out loud.

People hate that word. Usually, if you admit to it, there's a rushed response. No, you're not. Pretty friends talk you down, loved ones wrap an arm around your shoulder and harp about puppy fat or big bones.

Eddie doesn't do either. He sits back in his seat and smiles hesitantly.

"Why's that a bad thing?" he asks. He shakes his head at himself. "I mean– I'm sorry, I should've said you aren't, you aren't–"

"No, I am," you say.

"You're so pretty," he says again, in a rush. "I don't care what size you are, I really don't. I just think you're beautiful and I wanted to ask you on a real date but I saw you and I couldn't wait anymore." He wraps his hand around the neck of his coke bottles and pulls it towards his chest. "Shit, I've made a huge fucking mess of it."

You lean forward. Your body doesn't know what to do, the whiplash of hurt smothered by his enthusiastic, sincere compliments.

Why's that a bad thing? means more than anything else he said to you.

"You really think I'm pretty?" you ask timidly.

"Drop dead," he says. Hope flickers behind his eyes. "Morgan pulled me aside on my second week, you know that? Said if I didn't stop staring at you he'd put me in the back for the week."

"He did put you in the back," you say, confused.

"Exactly."

Oh. You raise your head properly. Eddie's watching you, just you, obviously waiting for you to speak. The hope on his face is clear as day now, his lips parted, the tiniest peek of his tongue on display.

"You promise you aren't messing with me?" you ask finally.

"I promise." He holds his hand out, palm up. "I swear."

Your heart a hummingbird, you take your hand from your waist and put it carefully in his. His fingers curl around yours like a prince, the tip of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles slowly, half an inch at a time. You exhale out of your nose as goosebumps race up your arm.

He looks like he has more to say, but the pizza and all his sides arrive. You spring apart like teenagers, blood rushing in your ears. The server unloads his tray.

"Alright guys," he says, looking down at you both with a knowing smile. "Anything else I can get you while I'm here?"

Eddie sneaks a look at you that holds way too much meaning. "No, I think we're alright."

There's a tiny, awkward silence. You busy yourself with unfolding a napkin over your lap, not sure what to say to bridge the gap.

Eddie takes the plunge.

He slides a basket of mozzarella sticks at you. "Pretty girl privileges," he says.

You feel insecure eating in front of him, but the sheer ferocity of his compliments discourages any shame. He thinks you're pretty. He held your hand like it was made of glass and he got put in Hideout jail for staring.

"I think you're handsome, too," you say.

Eddie almost chokes on a handful of fries. "Shit," he says, swallowing roughly, hand thumping at his chest. "Thank god for that. I mean, of course you do. My devilish good looks are hard to resist."

He's not wrong.

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Getting put on kitchen duty isn't half as bad as Morgan seems to think it is. Eddie kind of likes it, the noise, the chaos, the heat. Plus, he can steal fries hot and fresh out of the basket. He's only burned himself once.

"What're you in for?" Leon asks him.

"Staring."

"You're a freak, Munson, you know that?"

Eddie shrugs. "If your girlfriend looked like mine, you'd stare too."

"Uh-huh." Leon grabs up a spatula to flip a burger, pink meat down and brown side up. Fat sizzles dangerously. Neither man flinches. "She ain't going nowhere."

"You don't know that. Some rockstar might blaze through here and snap her up. Who would I be to stop her? She should be a trophy wife, she's a stunner."

"Christ," Marcie says from across the room.

"How the fuck can you hear us?" Eddie asks. Over the sound of the overhead spray and the sizzle of the burners, Marcie must have superpowers or something.

"Uh, 'cause you're fucking yelling," she says.

Eddie looks to Leon for some defence, but Leon agrees. "You are super loud."

"You would be too–"

"If I had a girlfriend as pretty as yours," Leon says, audibly grouchy. "I know."

"Don't be jealous that I got there first."

"How is this fair? You get in trouble and I'm the one punished."

Eddie blows a big breath out of the corner of his mouth, one of his shorter curls dancing away from his warm face. Ridiculous. They're all awful, and jealous, and nobody wants him to be happy. "Losers," he mumbles.

He's kidding, mostly. He knows that everyone is actually very happy for the both of you. How could they not be? Eddie's happier than ever and you've turned to mush. It's his favourite thing in the world.

He thought you were pretty before. These days, you're gold dust incarnate. You see him and smile like you've been waiting for him, no more nervousness (which, he found out, was down to a raging crush on him) (he walked on air for days), no more shying away from his touch. Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder and you don't tense; you melt. Butter in the sun.

It's glorious.

And sure, Eddie ends up in the brig a lot. He 'hovers' apparently. So what? He'll say it again, if any of these guys were in his shoes, they'd fall victim to the same compulsion.

He waits for an opportunity to arise, four dinner tickets and a dishwasher disaster, and sneaks away as silently as he can manage, creeping out of the kitchen and to the bar. You're busy pouring a beer and don't notice him until the customer's left and he's wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Eddie," you scold lightly, leaning forward to accommodate his weight against your back, "come on. You might actually lose your job."

"They can't fire me. I'm the best bus boy ever."

You turn your face to look at him. Eddie wants to put you on TV, you look that sweet.

"No, you're awful, you," —Eddie interrupts you, leaning down for a quick chaste kiss— "distract me, and you," —he steals a second— "don't actually bus tables when you should," you finish, disjointed.

He brings his hand to your soft cheek, stroking a badly behaved baby hair back into place. You go lax like he's some kind of quick fix drug, and your eyes contain a tenderness that makes his chest ache. He covers his heart with his hand.

"You're awful," you murmur.

He takes your face into both hands slowly. One cups your cheek, and the other slides behind your ear. He pulls your face forward and down toward his chin, his lips by your ear. You smell amazing. His eyes close on instinct.

"A little. It's not my fault. You're just–"

"So pretty?" you ask. "Yeah, you've told me."

"I have, have I? Have to let me tell you again." He kisses the skin before your ear, more a press of his lips than anything. "You're beautiful," he mouths.

You shiver, but ultimately end up planting your hands against his chest and ushering him away from you.

"Stop it. I mean it! We're in public, at work, and you're gonna mess me up."

"I want to mess you up," he says easily.

"I know you do."

Eddie sighs, agonised, but heeds your warning. "Alright," he says, squeezing your shoulder in goodbye. You smile and squeeze his elbow in return. It's your new thing, silent conversation in fond touches.

He's a couple of feet away when the urge to turn back is too much. He jogs back to your side, gets his hand behind your neck, and kisses you with enough pressure that your lips part underneath his in shock. He adores the side of your neck with his thumb one sweeping stroke at a time, his nose digging sliding against yours as he inches in further, and further. The dizzy pleasure of your lips can't be understated. Eddie fights back a kiss-ruining smile with all he's worth.

"Sorry," he says, pulling back. Your lips shine and you blink, dazed. "Sorry," he says again, leaning in to kiss them dry.

You laugh quietly, a breath against his cheek, and he's a goner, dropping pecks all over your pretty face until you're giggling and sinking into his arms.

"I really am sorry." He punctuates with a kiss under your jaw.

"No," you say breathlessly. Your hand twines loosely in his hair. "You're not."

No, he isn't. He's never felt less sorry for anything in his life.

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|𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 (𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔)

|𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: he needs to left off some steam. So what better way then eating you out til you cry

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT! Oral (fem rec), teasing reader, dirty talk, light nipple play, overstimulation, praising with a mix of degrading, hair pulling, squirting, tooth rotting fluff

Notes: this is my first ever smut so if it sucks, I’m sorry but can you blame me I’m not a professional like these writers on here. I’ll put my wattpad at the end feeling a bit adventurous. Anyways hope you enjoy!

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Charles comes in pissed off throwing his helmet since he got second place again. I just sit there feeling bad for him knowing he deserved to win the race, but got a messed up strategy once again.

“Baby it’s okay you did your best” I told him while running my fingers through his hair to calm him down. He was always down after a bad race, sometimes he ignores me, or fucks me to let off some steam.

“Strip. Now” He demanded in his stern voice, not even looking at me in the eyes. I knew best to follow his instructions when he’s pissed, so I do what he tells me to leaving me in my red bra and panties the set that drive him crazy.

He just stares at me with lust biting his lip while his eyes travel up and down my body. He comes up to me holding my waist, pulling my panties back and letting the elastic snap on my skin making me gasp.

“Didn’t I tell you to strip” He growled in my ear making sure I knew he was pissed. I gulped knowing not to mess with him after a bad race because he won’t go easy on me. I nodded softly looking at him with lust mixed with a scared expression on my face.

“Then why the fuck are these two on huh. Are you really that stupid that you can’t follow simple instructions” he whispered sternly to me squeezing my hips tightly. I gasp slightly feeling his grip on my body grow tighter. I slowly go behind and unclip my bra in front of him his eyes staring at my every move.

Once I unclipped my bra he breaks eye contact from me and stares at my tits, biting his lips looking at me with so much lust in his eyes. I slowly pull my red panties down my legs showing him that theirs a wet spot on them. He just stares at me with a mischievous smile on his face.

“That’s my good girl. See I knew you weren’t a brainless slut” he said to me before kissing me roughly. His kisses are normally soft but when he’s mad he’s very rough and I love it. I whimpered feeling his rough lips against mine kissing me passionately. Licking my bottom lip before sticking his tongue into my mouth, making me moan against his lips.

He starts to fight my tongue for dominance. I lose easily not being able to keep up with him and his assault on my tongue. He finally pulls away letting me catch my breath before it was taken away again from him kissing my neck. I whimpered softly feeling his open mouthed kisses everywhere on my neck.

He slowly kisses down my neck to my collarbone sucking red markings that are later gonna be bruises. He licks along my collarbone making me shutter in pleasure of his tongue on my skin. He kisses down my collarbone to my tits, kissing down the valley between them. He rubs my sensitive nipples with his thumbs making them harden under his touch.

“Does that feel good princess” he mumbled against my right tit wrapping his lips around my nipple making me moan from the vibrations. “I know it does your always so sensitive to me” he finished while he sucks my nipple harshly while pinching the other one between his middle and pointer finger.

“Please cha need you in me so bad” I begged him desperately wanting his touch, as he moves from my right nipple to my left giving it the same treatment he did to my right one. He slowly kisses down my stomach, stopping at the top of my glistening cunt.

He spreads open my legs getting a better view of my pussy. He puckers his lips and blows cold air on my hot core before leaving a tiny kiss on my throbbing clit.

“Are you gonna be a good slut and let me taste this pretty little cunt of yours” he whispered to me looking up from between my legs making me whimper. “Yes I’ll be a good slut for you” I replied to him in an instant wanting him to eat my cunt up like it was his last meal.

“That’s my girl” he whispered before licking a long strap from my hole to my clit making my hips buck up against his mouth. I moaned loudly missing the feeling of his tongue on me.

I cover my mouth with my hands not wanting anyone to hear what we were doing. He attacks my clit with his tongue making sure to flick it the right way. He looked up at him with his bright green eyes darkening to deep green. He nipped at my clit making my hips twitch slightly.

He pulls away from my already simulated clit rubbing tight circles on it making my eyes roll back into my head. “Don’t hide those pretty noises baby. I want everyone to know that I’m making you feel good, show everyone how much of a slut you are got my tongue” he growled before going back and sucking my clit harshly making me break my silence with a loud moan. I reach down to tug his hair, pushing his face deep into my cunt.

“F-feels so, fuck, feels so good Charles” I stuttered under him feeling his tongue go deep into my hole as his thumb circles my clit in figure eights. I start grinding my needy cunt on his tongue making him more pissed. “Don’t be a greedy whore, and take what I give you” he said before pushing my hips down onto the couching making me gasp loudly from his rough touch.

He goes back to eating me out like a starved man, licking, sucking, kissing my clit til I cry out for him. I feel the familiar knot in my stomach getting closer and closer to cumming. "Cha so close please let me cum" I begged him feeling so close that its starting to hurt.

"Come on baby, cum for me" he mumbled against my clit making the feeling so much better. Him groaning against my cunt makes me fall over the edge and cum all over his face. I start moving louder and louder riding out my high by grinding on his face.

Once I came down from my high he still continues his assault on my sensitive clit. Making me try to wiggle away from him too sensitive to cum again. "Stay still" He said against my clit making me cry from pleasure. Tears stream down my face from the overstimulation being too much.

He didn't stop at one, he didn't stop at two, he stopped at 5. Saying that all he needed was one more. "Cha no more please no more too much" I begged him my legs shaking violently around his head. "One more princess, I know you have one more in you. Can you cum one more time for me love" He asked against my sensitive clit making me yelp in sensitive.

All I could do was nod yes tears falling down from my face, and my legs shake around his head as my thighs squeezes his face. "Atta girl, you last you good. Can eat this pussy all day if you let me" He growled against me making my orgasm hit me like white hot pleasure. Squirting all over his face making my who body spasm, crying out and whimpering for him to stop.

"Sshh, its okay baby did so good for me. My good girl" He whispered to me running his fingers through my hair to make sure I calmed down. He gets up and brings a wet rag to clean me up. I whimpered softly feeling super sensitive from how many times I've came.

"My good girl made me better, you did so good listening to me princes" He whispered softly in my ear rubbing up and down my side making me relax. "I love you so much baby you have no idea" He said softly scratching my head making me relax.

"I love you more" I mumbled back still fucked out of my mind, cuddling up to his side slowly falling asleep hearing his heartbeat. He kissed my head softly whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"Good nigh baby" He whispered letting me sleep against his chest as he rubs my back. I slowly fall asleep his heartbeat sounding so peaceful to me.

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Authors Notes: I really hoped you guys liked this. I don't think its very good but its alright for my first ever smut. Please leave me any suggestions. Request are always open

wattpad: @I_love_the_weeknd

#charles leclerc smut #formula 1 smut #formula 1 #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc #cl16 #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x you

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rainbowhao · 1 month

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kitchen ♡ yeonjun

genre: smut ⭒ word count: 0.5k

yeonjun chuckles. “this what you wanted?” he’s moving at a painfully slow place, cock hitting you deep with every thrust.

you're pressed up against the kitchen counter, legs forcefully spread. your head has lulled forward, body limp from overstimulation.

you've already come twice, once from his fingers and once on his tongue. the remnants drips from your folds, coating his shaft and sliding down your legs.

“you like it when i’m rough?” your boyfriend questions, words filled with venom as he switches to fucking you quick and sloppy.

“yeah.” your voice is whiny. drool threatens to spill out from the corner of your swollen lips. his words have your walls clamping down on him and he curses at the tightness.

his hand grips your inner thigh, pressing your leg further against the cabinet. your body shakes. if he wasn't holding you up, you'd crumble to the floor. your hips start spasming when he thumbs at your abused clit.

yeonjun’s eyes are transfixed on your tummy. he can see the outline of his cock with every thrust. sweat coats his forehead. he's been dying to get inside you since you'd watched that damn movie together.

“that turn you on?” yeonjun had joked when he noticed you'd fallen unusually silent during a raunchy sex scene, not so subtly shifting around on the couch.

“we could try it...if you want” you said quietly, cheeks flushed as you avoided his gaze.

the prospect of having you in the kitchen—of being a little rougher than usual—wasn't something he’d ever considered. but after seeing how embarrassed (and intrigued) you were by the idea, suddenly it was all he could think about. which is why he’d been worked up the rest of the night; walking in on you making breakfast in nothing but his t-shirt had been the final blow.

“open up for me, baby.”

he’s like a man possessed, suddenly gripping your chin, tilting your head back before spitting in your mouth. yeonjun groans when you swallow, index finger tracing your bottom lip. he whispers hot praises in your ear—how good you’ve been, how warm you feel wrapped around him.

“gonna come for me one more time?” yeonjun asks. his white tank droops down below his collarbones, thin material clinging to his skin.

“i’m close,” you tell him. your stomach is wound tight, his tip hitting your g-spot relentlessly. “want you to come inside.” you're practically begging him, breathless. your fingers dig into his shoulder blades. it's impossible to tug him any closer but you try anyway.

“shit.” yeonjun exhales. just imagining it has his hips stuttering. “i don't think i’ll want to stop if i do.” he looks down with heavy lids, cheeks flushed as he stares at where you're connected. “i’d fuck you all day if you'd let me.” he chuckles lowly. “til you're full of me.”

you're releasing without warning, broken moans filling the apartment. he sucks on your neck to try and work you through your high, placing sloppy kisses against the sensitive skin as he continues rocking into you. it's only a few thrusts later that his mouth stills, eyes squeezing shut as he fills you with warm cum.

“one more baby,” he pleads. he's still rock hard and nowhere near done. “i need you so bad I can't think straight.” yeonjun whimpers.

you're nodding rapidly. if you had known he'd react like this, you would have watched the movie a hell of a lot sooner.

#yeonjun #tomorrow x together #txt #choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut #txt smut #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt yeonjun #txt scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun x reader #txt hard hours #yeonjun imagines #txt drabbles

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webslingingslasher · 1 month

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ok but he’s so lame bc why NOT just the tip

her gorilla grip coochie isn’t gonna vacuum suck his dick all the way in 😭😭😭😭😭

(it might)

but like.... if he did one night? i mean, after you've done everything but that and you're a little extra pleading and... *nsfw content!*

'just the tip.'

'no.'

'c'mon, peter. sex is next so think of this as a... i don't know, a baby step! yeah, this is educational if you think about it, just another way of preparing me for the next thing!'

peter's looking over your face, he always thought it was a joke but you've thought it out. peter sees a lightbulb appear over your head.

'plus i'm all primed, if you know what i mean... i mean how you just ate me out, so i'm all wet and there's less risk of it h-'

'i know what you mean.' you grin, it was peter's turn next anyways, why not throw this into the mix first? 'cool. it's just the tip, it probably won't feel like anything, anyways.'

'thanks, cherry. that's very kind of you.' you wince, 'sorry. obviously i'm gonna feel something but it won't be like i'm being split in half. unless-'

'you're serious.' you actually want him to do it. you furrow your eyebrows, isn't it obvious? 'well, yeah.'

'i always thought you were joking, but no, you're serious.'

you shift around and tug peter's blanket down, you spread wide for him. 'so serious.' he's hesitant, you lightly kick him and lower your voice.

'don't you wanna be in me?' peter's throbbing, he's just a man at heart, he can only be so good and he's been very good up until now, he's allowed this.

'so bad.' you have no idea how long he's been waiting for this. no idea. 'then come here and give me the tip.' you make grabby hands, your heart's drumming hard, you're about to get what you want.

you almost scream out in excitement when he settles between your legs, lifting your hips to have your thighs rest on his. shifting, he's almost where you want him, you're held down with his hand on your tummy, you're gripping around nothing.

'i need a condom.' peter leans over you, you pull his arm down. 'no you don't, it's just the tip.'

'that's not how it works.'

you shake your head, 'i'm on birth control. i have been for years, it helps with my period.' peter's never done anything without a barrier, he's unsure but you know how to talk him into it.

'i just wanna feel you, don't i deserve the real thing?' if it was anyone else peter would be backing out calling for a baby trap, but with you he just falls in and can't think straight.

'you can have anything you want.' you can, peter wants to do nothing but make you happy. he loves when you're happy because you got your way.

'yeah?' your pupils are blown wide, you reach for him, begging for him to come just a little closer. 'wanna give me what i want?' peter's hot, he's about to start sweating and he hasn't done anything but rest your thighs on his and contain himself.

you hold your breath in anticipation. peter grips the headboard with his left hand as support, his right hand goes down, you startle when you feel... something collecting your slick.

his tip brushes over your clit, you bite down on your bottom lip. you can't stop from squeaking when a string of spit falls from peter's mouth, watching him softly jerk himself for a moment before lining up. it's filthy. you want all of him.

'we're not having sex.' you're not sure if peter was setting the rule for you or him, it doesn't matter, you agree with him. 'it's just the tip. that's it.'

peter nods once, 'just the tip.' his hips move, your hand slams down, you're searching for his. 'hold my hand, hold my hand, hold my-' peter has to switch, his left has control and his right has yours.

they're intertwined, it's less scary now. 'okay, i'm ready.' your lower stomach tightens and relaxes, your hips move with his, you feel him press in closer and closer and closer- your hand squeezes his- peter's back to holding the headboard.

you gasp loudly at the pressure, you melt into his sheets and throw your head back. unexpected reaction, you laugh lightly, not because it's funny, because 'it feels so fucking good.'

peter's fingers go white around the wood, he's using every single atom in his body to show restraint. the hand you're not holding his with, pulls at his waist.

'give me more.' peter feels the board bending under his grip, he's better than his, this wasn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't how you were supposed to lose your virginity.

'it's like you're teasing me.' peter speaks through gritted teeth, all his focus was on not doing what you were asking. 'yeah, honey, that's the problem with just the tip, it's never just the tip.'

'mhm. i feel so full, oh my god.'

peter breaks his headboard.

half is ripped from the other, you go from pleasure to shock, you push at his chest while trying to sit up, pulling away from him entirely. 'oh my god! oh my god, what the fuck!'

dust floats over you, you cover your head, you're trying to figure out what happened. was it a bomb? and earthquake? an exploding manhole?

'peter, what the fuck was that? what happened?'

you. you happened. with the words and the noises and the begging and he couldn't fucking hold back anymore. his headboard paid the price, he can't believe what he just did.

'i don't... i don't know. i was just holding on and...' how is he supposed to explain this one? 'well, obviously it was a defective one! oh my god, are you okay?' you rip your arms away from your head, you sit up and stare at him.

'am i okay?' peter nods fast, his thumbs brush under your eyes, 'you're okay. i'm okay. we're okay.' you rest your hands over his, you stare at the half crumpled wood on the floor. you've held onto it many times, it was sturdy. you're questioning your theory.

'how the hell did that happen? it looks like you fucking ripped it apart!'

he did.

'i have no idea.' you stand up to grab your underwear and a shirt, you make some very clear points. 'okay, you need a new headboard and absolutely no more 'just the tip,' until you get one of quality. imagine if that came down on my head, i would be dead with just the tip in me!'

'i wouldn't let that happen, i'd give you the whole thing so you wouldn't die a virgin.' you pout softly, 'aw. you love me.' peter smiles, his fingers pinch together. 'a little bit.'

you stare at the mess on the floor, little pieces of wood splintered away on the fall down. 'hey- so do you think we're being punished for-'

'no.'

#the virgin files #frat!peterxvirgin!reader

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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Hi! I’m completely obsessed with Navi Miles quaritch, could you please do him going down on a woman? I’m craving the smut ❤️

Honestly same bby, this man has me down bad. Hope you enjoy. I might just do an image of this after, cus head cannons doesn't feel like enough i have so much to say about Quaritch and eating pussy.

Na'vi Miles Quaritch Giving his partner oral

Warnings: Smut, Oral F/receiving, Dom/sub dynamic, Dom miles.

This man loves eating pussy and he won't let anyone shame him for it. If any of the other male shoulders say something along the lines of "What's the point? I don't get nothing out of it?" He snort and stare them down "Real men enjoy giving their women pleasure"

Though, I think how much he enjoys going down on you depends on your relationship? If you're fuck buddies sure he'll go down on you. But If you in a relationship that is his pussy now.

If he cares about you he will be down bad for the taste of you and may on occasion almost beg for a tatse, he's not a switch will never be a sub. But if he wants a taste, its more a plead than anything. However he will pin you against his mattress and whisper into your ear

"Gotta taste ya, please just one taste" "You wanna feel good baby? let daddy make you feel good" He will eat you out in any position kneeling on the floor with your legs hanging over the bed. laying on his stomach. Bending you over a table, his personal favourite you sitting on his face. OMG. It gives him more control you see?

He will cum from going down on you. CHANGE MY MIND.

He will tease you (of course) Spreading your legs While he Nestles between them smirking up at you. by this point your chest is heaving Skin hot and flushed anticipation leaving a pool of your arousal that begins to drip down onto the sheets beneath you. "fuck, so wet for me ya who gets you this wet?" "You sir" "That's right" the words would leave his mouth as a growl and a shit eating grin would be spreading across his face. he hasn't even tasted you yet, and you're still begging him and dripping just at the thought.

His ego is huge when he goes down on you. Because he wont stop unless you cum. The first time he went down on you, It was amazing yes but you didn't cum and at one point you tapped his head and told him. "It's okay if I don't cum. You're making me feel so good anyways." And he took that as a challenge. He wrapped his arms around your thighs holding you in place, sucking hard on your clit. Fingers finding their way inside of you. He pulled many, many orgasms out of you that night.

He loves dirty talk so in or out of the bedroom he'll tell you how much he craves the taste of you. "Been thinking about you all day." The words rolling off his tongue so easily, his demeaner cool and collected. While he's left you with your tights rubbing together trying to sooth the ache he's created. Sometimes he holds no shame, he will lean in and mutter "Daddy's hungry, let's go"

He'll melt when he gets to taste you. The first brush of his tongue is the most delicate, but once your arousal drips onto the muscle he looses all control. HE WILL BURY HIS FACE INTO YOU. the point of his nose brushing lightly against your clit stimulating you.

No one can convince me that this man isnt grinding himself into the mattress while he is going down on you.

The Na'vi body blessed this man with a tongue that he could fuck you with. And when he's not fucking you with his tongue, he is sucking on your clit fucking you slowly with his fingers.

now, this man will die to have you on top of you. He loves having you sitting on his face. the feeling of you completely covering his mouth is just too much sometimes and that's when he gets all desperate. He'll make it a personal goal to make you squirt.

"Common Princess you can do it, make a mess for me"

without a doubt going to push you into overstimulation.

SO quaritch is a dom, and he likes tying you up. NevER during oral though, he enjoys you're hands digging into his hair even though it is short. Especially when you're over worked and you're pushing at his head telling him its too much. "You can do it baby-" "One more common, make daddy proud"

he will take pride in pushing into complete no thoughts head empty space. When you can no longer form a coherent sentence and your legs start shaking then he knows he has done his job properly.

I am convinced that he craves the taste of you so bad that instead of quickies its just him dragging you into the nearest unoccupied room and he'll go down on you. And that's it. If he cums with you great , but he doesn't need too. Your pleasure is his pleasure.

"You're as sweet as honey princess. All mine"

FUUUCK this man!

Okay slightly kinky rout here, BUt IMAGINE HIM USING A SPREDER BAR.

just think about it. Its a way for him to restrain you and (kinda) tie you up while leaving your hands free enough to still touch him. I could imagine how much fun he would have. his head buried deep against you hands against the back of your knees holding yours legs up.

^^^ he would do this without the bar but i digress.

he just loves your pussy man. Like you loose all ability to function, while he gains a one track mind and his only thought is keeping you on his tongue for as long as he can.

He just loves it.

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #na'vi miles quaritch series #na’vi #na'vi x reader #na'vi smut #na'vi quaritch

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theysaidhush · 10 months

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heyy i happened to see you asking for threesome related hard thoughts and i suddenly thought about brat taming with poly woosan uwu like imagine how teasing and mean they would beee <333

Woosan fucking some sense into your bratty mind (why is this so hot 🥵)

San is such a sweetheart but I feel like Wooyoung’s corrupting him ugh 🥵. Anyway here some mean Woosan for you fyp

Feedback are well appreciated 👀

"What a naughty girl, thinking she could get away with this."

San roamed his hands through your hair, gently massaging your skull before making sure the tie around your head was covering your vision.

"Hey, stop being so nice to her." Wooyoung tsked, grabbing your hair and pulling them roughly, the sweet touch of San long forgotten and replaced by a sting you were very much familiar with.

"I-I didn’t do anything…"

"Good girls don’t lie." Wooyoung sing songed before getting on top of you, straddling your thighs as you were laying flat on your stomach. "What should we do with this thing, huh ?"

He shook your head mindlessly, making you whimper at the sensation, before slowly starting to grind his clothed dick on your ass. He admired the red stripes on your skin, grinning at the memory of San spanking you again and again as soon as you all came home. He might act nice, but his lover wasn’t merciful.

"Ah, I’m not your thing, fuck you." You loved teasing them. Seeing this dangerous glint in their eyes, feeling their hands roughly manhandling you.

But as soon as those words came out of your mouth, you gagged on the dick that was pushed inside of it, tears feeling your eyes and broke whimpers stuck in your throat. "Ah~. Now, kitten, good girls don’t say b-bad words. Ah fuck your mouth feels so good around my dick..." San groaned, stroking your cheek before grabbing your jaw, making you open your mouth wider.

As Wooyoung got his dick out of his boxers, adjusting your body so your ass was at the perfect height for him to fuck, he smirked, entering your tight and leaking hole in one push, making you moan and wiggle under him, choking and spitting around your boyfriend’s cock. "This mouth is only good at sucking dick, isn’t it ? You’re so fucked."

San grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head down his length, giggling at the sight in front of him. Your hands were roaming around the bed, trying to get a grip on something as Wooyoung was being relentless on you, slamming his dick in you in an almost painful way. You were so pretty. "Yeah, let’s fuck some sense into you."

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #kpop hard hours #kpop smut #wooyoung hard hours #wooyoung smut #san hard hours #san smut #ateez x reader #woosan x reader

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kaylalovesmaneskin · 1 year

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Detention

A/n:heyyyyy loves I’m back with another story i promise i will try to upload a lil more but I have been busy with my personal life and I would hope y’all would understand stand and I will get back also for my next story please comment or suggest someone bc I’m running out people to write but with out future a do let’s get into this story also by the way y/n will be in college in this story so she’s like around the age 20-24 and rheas her own age 🙌❤️‍🩹 Taglist @ellior1111 @tommy-lee-slash

Paring:Rhea Ripley xFem!reader

Warnings:lesbian sex teacher x student relationship and swearing and a whole lot of smut🤭

"Well that's stupid." Your friend muttered, looking at her phone. "Seriously. If I get stuck with Mrs Jackson. again, I'm going to die!" I cried out, hitting my head on the lockers. "Oh, you'll be fine. It's just one hour anyway." she said, putting away her phone. "Yeah, one hour that I could be spending with you...or sleeping." I added. She giggled, "Go to detention you trouble having ass kid." "Yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow." I chuckled. I sighed, flung my backpack over my shoulders and walked down the hallway. People passed by me, bumping into me without so much as a side glance. Just like the fucking airport... I scoffed and headed to my homeroom where detention is to be served. It's not like I was bad kid or whatever but I blame Ms. Ripley. Every since she fucked me in math class 2 weeks ago, I've been horny as hell for her. What does this have to do with detention? Well, I'll tell

~2 WEEKS AGO~

"Duuuuuuude, I'm so fucking horny right now." I whispered to my bestie. "And you feel the need to tell me this why?" she questioned, looking up from her phone. "Because you're my bestie and you should know everything about me." I teased. ”l don't need to know that much about you. But just do it in the bathroom. No one's gonna catch you as long as you're quiet." she shrugged. I chewed my bottom lip. I didn't have much of a choice really. I can't keep ignoring it and I have Ms.Ripley next hour! My horny vibes are going to be through the fucking roof. I sighed and rushed into the girls bathroom, locking myself in a stall. I stayed quiet for a couple minutes, making sure no one would walk in. I slowly reached into my pants, moving down my stomach to my panties. I closed my eyes and pictured Ms. Ripley’s tits and the feeling of sucking on them. My mouth started to water just by the thought of it and I found myself quickly rubbing my clit on my panties. I let out soft whimpers, just wanting to touch her again. I held onto the stall, rubbing faster just about to reach my climax. I opened my mouth to let the moans flow out a little louder than before. Oh my God, it was so risky yet so fucking hot and I could feel my juices flowing down my inner thigh as I moved my hand into my panties. "Oh, Ms. Ripley.." I moaned, gently sticking a finger in. I rode my finger, wanting to scream with pleasure. I exhaled shakily, wanting more than a quick release. I wanted her body pressed against mine and our chest rising and falling as we fucked each other endlessly. Fuck, I want her so bad! I slammed my finger into me and I let out too loud of a moan. I covered my mouth as the bathroom door flung open. I kept going though, because I was so close and if I'm being honest, I loved the feeling of being risky. Loud heels clacked on the floor as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, about to cum. "Oh, y/n you naughty girl. Touching yourself without me watching is so bad." Ms. Ripley whispered through the door.

I gasped quietly, stopping all fingering movements. Oh fuck... I slowly pulled out my finger and unlocked the bathroom stall with my other hand. I hid my cum filled finger behind me. There Ms. Ripley stood, her black short hair beautifully hanging by her ears down her hourglass figure body. Her chest was bulging out of her shirt and she looked down at me with a smile."M-Ms. Ripley ..." I whispered, my pussy throbbing. "Y/n..." she replied, making me wet. "Hm...detention." was all she said. "W-What!?" I cried out, exposing my other hand. She stared at it before quickly grabbing my arm and holding it up. I whimpered as she licked her lips before sucking on my finger. She dropped my arm and trailed her eyes up my body. "Detention." she muttered, walking out.

~PRESENT TIME~

So yeah, that's what happened. Am I mad.. yes. Hell yes. But she was so fucking sexy that I couldn't stay mad. I entered the classroom and threw my backpack on the ground next to my desk. I rolled my eyes to find an empty teacher's desk. Big fucking surprise. I scoffed just as the door opened and in walked the sexiest person alive. I gulped and sat up in my seat. She looked at me before turning around and locking the door. Oh...? She closed the blinds to the windows and stayed by the wall. "Here." she said, pointing in front of her. I quickly stood up and walked over to her. I stood so close, her tits were almost in my face. She had a fake thinking look on her face as she decided my fate. The air in the room was so thick you could cut it with a steak knife. "Now why. would you think it was okay to pleasure yourself without me?" she questioned, grabbing my tits. "I-“. "You.. you?" she squeezed. "I was just feeling really horny so I-" "Who did you think of?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "You." "Good girl." I blushed. She massaged my breasts for a little, making me wish she would just fuck me already. I bit my lip as she gave them one final squeeze before undoing my shirt. She pulled it over my body and stared at me and my exposed breasts. The more she stared, the more I wanted to hide. Her gaze was so intense it felt like she was judging my boobs. "You have amazing tits, did you know that?" she inquired, taking one in her mouth. "Oh I- ngg~gh" I moaned, as she sucked on one. "God, they're so good." she whispered, teasing the other one. Her tongue swirled around my tit, making it feel special. She roamed the well known tits, claiming them as hers. I resisted the urge to touch myself as I let her know how much I loved her mouth. She sucked on one making a long drawn out moan before letting it go with a loud POP. I exhaled with a lip bite as she slid her hands up my breasts so my tits went through the gaps in her fingers. I swear I'm getting high just by her touch my God. "On the desk for me." she said. I looked back before slowly backing into the desk so I could sit on it. I got on the desk, spreading my legs slowly just to tease her. She flashed her pearly whites and walked closer, grabbing the bottom of my pants and ripping them off of me. I gasped as she left me in my black panties. The cold air hit my legs, making me go stiff. "Relax...Lay back." she whispered, pushing me back against the desk. I lifted my legs waiting for her to do something. She pulled off my black underwear and threw them somewhere. My vision was to the ceiling as she kissed my pussy so gently I could barely feel it. I whined to which she slapped my thigh. I gasped and shot up. "Do that again." I demanded. "Again..? Like this?" she asked, slapping my thigh again. "Yes..." I moaned breathlessly, leaning back down.

"Or like that?" she questioned, hitting my other thigh. I moaned loudly, knowing I would bruise later. She rubbed the spot she recently hit as she used her tongue to just get the surface of my pussy wet. I shivered, wanting more. She stopped rubbing and used her other hand to open up my flower. She moaned happily before applying her warm, wet, wonderful tongue to it. She stuck it in me and tasted every part, wanting to get to know me and my body. "Fuck, you taste good." she whispered."Fuck!" I moaned loudly, closing my eyes. She sucked my clit before adding in two fingers. I clenched, not ready but got used to it quickly. I sighed as my body moved with her fingers as she pleasured me. She used her thumb to rub small but quick circles around my clit as she licked and sucked other areas of my pussy. I squirmed on the desk, whimpering and moaning her name constantly. "Oh fuck I'm so close! Don't stop..." I begged, wanting to just cum all over her face. "Mmm.. cum all over my finger you naughty girl..." she taunted. My body was shaking and my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I reached my limit. I gasped as my cum shot everywhere on her fingers and boobs. I moaned, satisfied. "Oh, you didn't think I was done did you?" she asked, unbuttoning her shirt. "What?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. She let her shirt fall to the floor and she unhooked her bra with a smile. She leaned over the desk and her tits hit me in the face. "Suck." I stuck her tit in my mouth and did as I was told. Her moans turned me on as I kept going, rubbing the other one. She giggled, slowly but surely touching herself. Fuck, I feel another orgasm coming! She moaned louder as she took her tit away from me. She climbed on the desk, resting comfortably on my hips, her pussy just barely touching mine. "Scissor me mommy." I pleaded. She sat on my pussy and rocked back in forth. I hit the desk with my hand and moaned loudly. She went faster, so fast to the point where she had to hold onto the desk for support. The desk rocked with us as we fucked and our bodies become one in this classroom. I screamed happily as she rubbed directly on my clit again. “Fuck!" I moaned, her boobs moving with us. Her moans collided with mine as we both released ourselves together. I moaned tiredly as she got off me, panting. I rolled over, laying on my belly, trying to breathe. She smacked my ass and laughed. "Good fucking girl."

THE END HOPE YALL ENJOY

#fem!reader #rhea ripley smut #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #rhea ripley imagine #mami rhea #rhea ripley fanfic #the judgement day #smut #fanfic #lesbian #teacher x student

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babydollmarauders · 5 months

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 16)

au masterlist

notes: i’ve been extremely busy and had no time to take screenshots, so all photos (except one) are from the actual photographers!

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 we are not beating the loser allegations

we lost 3-6 tonight against the airplanes and their brick wall!

i assume everyone was reacting the same way as babygirl, slut, and i… cussing at the tv

BUT BET YOU CAN GUESS WHO SCORED TONIGHT BASED OFF THESE PHOTOS!

THAT’S RIGHT! BOTH OF MY PRETTY BEST FRIENDS SCORED GOALS TONIGHT!!

MARASCHINO CHERRY WITH HIS FIRST OF THE SEASON AND DAWG-SON WITH HIS THIRD!! I’M SO PROUD OF MY BESTIES!!!

LOOK AT THAT PHOTO OF MY MARINARA SAUCE AND MY LUKEY POOKIE, HUGGING AND SHIT!! SO CUTE!!! (they miss me so bad) ((they were comforting each other))

anyways, good luck in pittsburgh on thursday! try not to lose this time!

p.s. that third photo is the outcome of my secret agent photo taker yelling “y/n says hi!” ! doesn’t Johnny look so happy to hear he can never escape me?!

p.p.s. nothing to do with this game, but congratulations to Sid the Kid on his 13th career hat trick! … i thought he had more tbh

tagged tmeier96, john.marino97, lhughes_06, dawson1417

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user25 did you just… go out of your way to subtly dig at Sidney Crosby? 😭

john.marino97 i thought i left you in Jersey and then i hear your name and look up to see you on facetime with a random person!

y/ndevils00 you love that you can never get rid of me 🥰 you’re stuck with me forever!

john.marino97 four years and counting… do i ever get a break?

y/ndevils00 nope!

user73 four years? but, John only joined the Devils last season?

tmeier96 i scored a goal too, you know?

y/ndevils00 yeah… you’re pictured aren’t you?

tmeier96 barely! and no congrats for me!

y/ndevils00 fine, attention whore! congratulations on your goal in a game in which we still did not win

tmeier96 i’m ignoring your sass and saying thank you anyways

y/ndevils00 asshole

tmeier96 bitch

jackhughes hey, that’s my girlfriend, Meier!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes it’s okay baby, i can fight my own battles

y/ndevils00 HEY! I’M JACK’S GIRLFRIEND, MEIER!

jackhughes ah yes, you did so well, lovely Dove. so proud of you

user02 goddamn John looks FINE AS HELL

user81 fr! y/n has a hot ass boyfriend and some hot ass friends!

dawson1417 THANK YOU BESTIE NUMBER 3!!! I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!

y/ndevils00 I’LL SEE YOU SO SOON, BFFL

lhughes_06 yes, we’re absolutely mentally falling apart without you. idk how we’re still alive

y/ndevils00 i was wondering the same thing tbh. who else is gonna tell you not to eat an expired protein bar?

lhughes_06 i would’ve been fine

y/ndevils00 you would’ve gotten your stomach pumped and missed the game

lhughes_06 i don’t believe you

y/ndevils00 how did you survive this long without me?

_quinnhughes our mom

lhughes_06 @/_quinnhughes shut up, huggy

nicohischier i think you cursed more than we did

y/ndevils00 can you blame me?! these fuckers suck!

nicohischier i- you can’t say that

y/ndevils00 sure, i can! i just did!

ehaula WE suck?! YOU suck!

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula yeah, and Jack loves it!

ehaula UNCLES DON’T NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS

nicohischier NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW THESE THINGS

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula prudes

jackhughes Dove, what have we talked about?!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that i have to stop talking about our sex life on my instagram 🙁

jackhughes mhm and what did you just do?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes talked about our sex life on my instagram 😔

jackhughes so what do you have to say to Haulzy and Cap?

y/ndevils00 @/ehaula i’m sorry for making you privy to Jack and i’s bedroom shenanigans 🫤

#media management au!#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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dontbesadsanaexist · 3 months

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❝𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?❞

Dom!Sana x Sub!fem!reader

Warning: smut (fingering, dirty talk, mention of alcohol, strap-on, handcuffs)

Word count: 1k

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You opened your eyes lightly as the sunshines passed throughout the windows. Some noises such as the bird singing and the cars roaring could be heard outside.

Your eyes glanced at the room you were in, it was a basic bedroom.

Not yours.

You felt a sudden headache while trying to remember the past events.

"Come on!........ The entire night here..... To the dance floor!"

You couldn't hear the entire sentence because of the loud music of the club.

That's it. You were at a club with your friends.

They asked you to join them and since you didn't have anything to do, you decided to let it go and follow them. Little did you know...

...

"Why is she looking at me like that?"

You asked Nayeon while trying to avoid the woman's gaze on you. "That strange girl over there."

"Don't know, maybe she wants to hit on you."

"Nayeon stop thinking about something sexual for once please." Said Jeongyeon as she gave a little tap on your friend's shoulder.

"Hum excuse me ? I can't believe that you're the one telling me that."

You chuckled at the little argument between the couple and turned your head toward the bar. You still felt the girl staring at you, it made you uncomfortable and feeling like you were stuck on your chair.

"Anyways, I'm here to have fun, come with us Y/n."

You slightly shook your head and took a sip of your drink.

"Come on! You're no fun, you're not going to spend the entire night here! Come to the dance floor!"

...

You sighted softly as you thought of what happened last night. You didn't even want to turn your head because you already knew someone was there.

I got my fun with a stranger...

You took off the blanket and walked to the door. The house was empty, a heavy atmosphere could be felt. You walked slowly through the long corridors and checked all of the room.

Nobody...

You stopped at the bathroom and decided to wash your face, if it could take away some of the bad thoughts you had.

The water was cold, but you didn't pay attention to it.

You were too caught up in your own thing to hear that the bathroom's door opened.

You felt arms wrap around your waist, and put you close to a body.

Your blood frooze as you stood in front of the mirror, not dared to look at it.

A breath on your ear made your skin shivered.

"Slept well Baby girl?"

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Your hands clang at the sheets as if your life depended on it. You panted, breathing heavily as your felt like you were no longer on earth. You were a moaning mess.

The fingers that were buried deep into you were moving impossibly fast.

It felt euphoric. It felt good.

"Tell me when you're close." A deep and raspy voice said.

You nodded your head quickly, making the woman on top of you chuckled. She kept kissing and marking your neck while her free hand was playing with your breast, bringing you even closer to the edge.

Soon enough, you felt something in your stomach that was screaming to get out.

"I-I'm close!"

You whined as the woman retired her fingers from you, brought them up and shoved them in your mouth. "Suck"

You did as she said and couldn't help but felt your mouth water at the taste of your own pre-cum.

The woman bent down to catch your lips. You eagerly responded back, her tongue sliding in your mouth, taking your breath away.

You put your hand in her hair and clinged at them, which she didn't seem to like because she gripped your wrists and pinned you to the bed.

Your throat let out a sinful whimper, which the woman immediately took notice of.

She tighted her gripe on your wrist making you squirm as you feel yourself getting more aroused by the seconds.

It didn't feel right yet it felt so good.

The woman finally pulled her mouth away from yours but stayed close. You could feel her hot breath on your lips.

"You like being pinned like that don't you? Mmh it makes me want to ruin you even more." She put her knee between your legs on your heat, and started to rub. Your eyes rolled back as you whimper submissively. You grinded on her knee, trying to get even more friction. "I have an idea. Don't move."

She let you go and stood up from the bed, opening a drawer. She got out something that you couldn't see in the dark. As she took again your wrists, you could discern what she had in mind.

H-handcuffs?!

She tied you to the bed and put herself on top of you. You noticed something between her legs... Something big.

"My name is Sana." She whispered in your ear as she entered the strap-on in you. Your back ache at the massive intrusion as you squirm around to get ride off the handcuffs. "Just so you know what to scream while I ruin you."

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The woman behind you was smirking. She pushed your hair to the side and started to kiss your neck. Before your body get weak, you quickly turned around and pushed her off of you.

"I-I can't remember what we did last night."

"Really?" Sana said enjoying the fact that you were stuttering even if she barely touched you. "I'm quiet surprise. You were screaming my name so loud last night that I'm pretty sure the neighbors heard you."

She grope your chin between her fingers and made you look at her.

"Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me to take care of that pretty pussy again."

You couldn't say anything. You did want her but you had too much pride to say so.

Sana smiled at your silent, already knowing the answer, and moved your head to have more access to your neck.

She kissed every sweet spot that made you craved and weak. Her sucking on a particular one has ended to make you sign and gripe the flange of the sink.

Her kisses brought her to your ear, where she blew on and whispered seductively.

"Was it a one time thing or can I fuck you again?"

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That was my first fic, it didn't take me too much time to write it :)

Hope you liked it!

#Sana #Sana smut #Smut #OneNightStand #Twice #Nayeon #Jeongyeon #Club #Alcohol

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cat-loves-music · 2 months

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Hi Cat! I was wondering if I could request Mattheo Riddle x fem reader who gets migraines? And it would be her skipping class over getting a really bad one which is unusual and so he goes to check on her and he cuddles her, gives her head massages (and she has curly hair or it’s just not described as like easy to comb through so more of a scalp massage ig lol) and whatever else you want to add. Also they call each other like mi amor and cute stuff like that. If you don’t want to write this it’s totally fine! I love your work and hope you have a great day or night <3

Migraines

Omg hi! So sorry this took so long. Finding motivation is a pain in the ass. 😅

I also am not really familiar with migraines, so I hope I do this justice. Anyways I hope you like it!

Warnings: migraines, fluff, House not specified, fem!reader, not proofread!, somewhat shitty writing, and if there are more plz let me know!

The sound of a switch and the sudden blinding light of my dorm room awakes me from my peaceful slumber.

"Come on, Y/n! You need to get up, you'll be late," my dormmate says before leaving.

I groan as I sit up in bed, my head throbbing with pain and the contents of my stomach swish around uncomfortably inside the organ. The lights reflecting off of the vibrant colors of the dorm room make my head spin so I begrudgingly stand up to turn the light back off.

"Not today," I whisper to myself as I chase my relief in the comfort of my own bed.

♡♡♡

Mattheo's POV

"Hey Malfoy, have you seen Y/n today?" I asked him as we sat down in the Great Hall for lunch.

"Nah, mate. I would have thought you would have since you're the one dating her," he answers, shrugging.

I sigh as more of my friends come to the table.

"Have any of you guys seen Y/n by any chance?" I asked them.

"I didn't see her in class," Enzo replied, "she's almost never even late much less not show up."

"Yeah she wasn't in Defense or Charms," Pansy said, worry lacing her voice.

I get up from the table, my heart feeling like it's being squeezed. Something is wrong, I know it.

"I'll see you all later, I'm gonna go find her," I stated.

We bid our goodbyes before I head to her dorm. I arrive there and I knock on the door.

"Go away!" I hear her groan.

Twisting open the door knob, the lights are completely off and the curtains are drawn closed. Darkness envelopes the room, but I can still see Y/n's form buried underneath the covers.

"Mi amor," I whisper, "what's wrong?"

"I have a migraine," she speaks, her words slightly slurred.

I frown, "It must be a bad one because you never miss class, my love."

"Please stop yelling," she whines, "it hurts."

I walk over to beside her bed, take my shoes off and climb in next to her. Snaking my arms around her, I hold her close and she snuggles into my chest.

"Can I get a head massage please?" She requests, looking up at me with her tear stained cheeks.

"Of course, princess," I said, my heart squeezing once more.

I hate that she's in pain, sometimes I wish I could take it away from her so she'll never have to feel it again. I'd bear the burden so she doesn't have to, but unfortunately I can't so the next best thing would be helping her with a massage. My hands find their way to her head as I work my fingers into her temples and scalp. Y/n sighs in contentment as I do so.

"Thank you, love," she says, "that feels so much better."

I provide a kiss to the top of her head, "I'm glad."

For the rest of the day, we stay in bed with our bodies entwined in each other's arms.

Hi! I hope you liked it, but it’s been a hot minute since I've written an imagine so I'm sorry if it sucks. I tried my best to make it decent since I don't personally get migraines, but if you want me to add something, let me know!

@ravenclawprincess33

#mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle imagines #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy imagines #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n

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prttykittes · 6 months

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its 2 am and im so down bad for pmzai....... (i dont like dazai one bit i swear!)

anyways .. missionary and face sitting w pmzai with afab reader (●'◡'●) he's so cute it makes me want to eat rocks! >_<

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ — yippe! He probably wants you to eat rocks! >_<(changed to fem reader!)

๑ PMzai x fem reader [your/you/girl]

— Synopsis:: he decides to have a one night stand you are the lucky one, maybe.

CW. Missionary, face sitting, one night stand, Dazai himself, biting(he bites you and your clit twice), squirting, rough sex

A/N :: port mafia Dazai is toxic tbh he's still hot, he probably has dark kinks that ada Dazai. — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ₍⁠₍⁠◞⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◟⁠₎⁠₎ Works in there !

There he was, he was clad in a black coat and a black suit also bandages. One side of his face was covered by his bandage, you were a one night stand for him. He was standing before you. His brown hair covered his eyes, he had a smile on his face. "soo—"he kicked the bed next to you, you jolted up and his foot was next your leg. You were surprised because you weren't expecting that to happen so suddenly. "Get up on there" His voice speak up and you sit on the bed really fast. "Atta girl" he said with a sinister grin, you blushed and looked around. He pushed down on the bed, he grabs your shirt and began to unbutton it. He took off your bra, he massages your chest and you jolt and began to blush. "Ek!" His fingers brush over your nipples, he pushes you onto the bed and he unzips his pants. "This fast?" You ask and look up at him, he rolls his eyes. "Duh" he said like it was obvious, he goes between your legs and you can feel his dick twitching against your pelvis. You sigh as you can feel his dick entering you, you jolt up and move around as he shoves himself deep of you. "Ngh" you let out a grunt as he shoves himself more deep inside, your body lifts up and you legs go in the air. "Wait—" you say but he pulls out then shoves himself inside of you, you bite your lip as his movements are still rough and never soft. He never waited for you to get use of his cock, you stomach curls as he hits your womb. "Tight yourself more" he says, you open of your eyes before you clench your pussy around his dick. "Atta girl, keep doing that" he says while he continues to fuck you, his dick never stopping to hit your womb. He leans down and bites your neck, you gasp as he continues to leave bite marks on your skin. You hear him grunt then you can feel his rough fingers against your clit, you let out a loud moan and his fingers pinch at your clit. The pleasure of his fingers in your clit and his dick hitting your womb makes you want to cum so hard, you twitch so does your pussy. After a while you twitch hard then your juices go over his dick and on the bedsheets. He pulls out and sways his hand side to side on your pussy as he makes your juices fly around, you juices coat his dick and you can see him stroking his dick as your squirting slowly stops. You let out a deep sigh as your body twitches but you feel his dick inside of you again and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you, you can feel his warm sticky cum filing you up. His cum drools out between your pussy folds, you bite your lip and twitch. "Ugh..." He sits down before he grabs your hips, his grip is hard.

You groan and yelp as he puts you on his chest. "Wha—" you say in confusion but he stops you from talking. "Ride my face" he commands, you nod your head as your mind goes hazy. You put your pussy over his face and he shoves you down on his face, you move your hips against his face. His mouth sucking and his nose touching your bud, you ride his face. His face will be covered in your juices, he moves you faster on his face. You let out a loud moan as you can feel yourself getting ready to cum all over him, you stop and grip on his hair as you cum. You hear him groan, you lift yourself up and you look down to see your juices over his face. This was a good night stand but will he continue to have you as his night stand or will he leave you for good?

#anon: 🦋#kittytail #kittymilk #kittypussy #x reader #x reader smut #bsd x reader #bsd x reader smut #female reader #x female reader #female reader smut #bsd x female reader #pmzai x reader #dazai x reader smut #dazai smut #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #port mafia dazai x reader

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Can I please request Reader who won’t stop talking about their ex and who cries over them while Scaramouche gets really annoyed and basically fucks them into oblivion because he’s like “Fuck him, I love you more, you’re the only one I need.” 🥲 I’m getting over a really bad heartbreak.

- ✨ anon

a/n: Hello again, my dear❤️ Breakups fucking suck and so does the person who broke up with you! I hope this will help you feel better.

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Comfort.

Scaramouche was frozen, unsure of what to do at first. One the one hand, he was annoyed that you wouldn't stop talking about your ex. But he was also pissed that you were crying.

Now it all made sense to him, why he had hardly seen hide nor hair of you all day. Usually you were sitting with him in his office while he finished reports for Pierro. The bastard had broken up with you. He'd been on Scaramouche's personal hit list for awhile now, and your ex has just moved straight to top. He'd wasted too much time working up the nerve to confess his feelings for you, and someone had stolen you away from him. It was something he kicked himself for everyday.

"Why wasn't I enough for him? Can you tell me why? Why did he stop loving me?" you bit your lip as it trembled, tears threatening to fall in new waves from your eyes.

That was when Scaramouche had enough. Your e/c eyes were way too pretty to have tears in them. "Oh, please shut up," he snapped, and he regretted it instantly. He pulled the brim of his hat slightly over his face, "I'm sorry, I mean," please bear with him, dear. He was struggling a little bit here. "You know what, fuck him. I love you more than he ever could, I have for awhile now," you couldn't see his cheeks, but he was blushing slightly.

You were stunned. The words slipped out of your mouth before you heard yourself say them, "Sleep with me, Scara," you wanted to forget about your breakup.

Scaramouche swore his brain stopped working for a moment. Did you really just ask him that? Were you sure this was what you wanted? "Are you sure?" His indigo eyes searched your's.

"Mhm," you said, swiping at tears with the back of your hand. You managed to muster up a smile, however you were completely serious when you said, "more or less fuck me into oblivion."

If that's what you wanted, then that's what you were going to get. Didn't you know he would rip the moon out the fake sky and give it to you if you asked him? Also let's touch on the fact that inside, he was dearly hoping that your boyfriend has broken up with because you spent so much time with him.

Wrapping an arm around you, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that soon turned heated. You moaned against his mouth, grinding up against him when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, hastily removing your clothes and his.

Lifting you up, he sat you on his desk, putting his hat on your head before he locked the door. People were going to hear you, guaranteed, but he didn't want them walking in either. Everyone usually steered clear of his office anyway, especially at night.

Scaramouche couldn't help but admire you for a moment. "You know you look pretty hot in my hat," he said, making you blush. "It stays on during sex."

Get ready cause he was really going to work you over.

"I can fuck you better than he ever can," he kissed and bit his way down your body, spreading your legs once he reached your stomach. "You just keep those pretty eyes on me."

Settling himself on his knees in front of you, his flicked out to lick your clit. He shivered, prodding the tip of his tongue against it. Archons you tasted better than he imagined. "You are already so wet, all for me to enjoy."

Bracing your hands on his desk, you did as he'd asked, keeping your eyes focused only on him, moans spilling from your mouth. You were starting to relax, you felt so secure with his hat on your head.

"Mm, keep moaning like that. It's making me hard," wanting to hear more of them, Scaramouche sucked on your clit, enjoying the way your face contorted with pleasure.

He would've eaten you out all night, but he was eager to get the main event. He would make sure to do it properly later on, after he made your ex admire the bruises from his lovebites on your skin.

"You know it really is such a shame. A shame for your ex," he said, groaning as he thrust his cock inside of you. "You are mine now, all mine," gripping your chin, his kissed you roughly.

His hat was close to falling off your head as he pounded into you. Your fingernails clawed into his back, feeling your orgasm building up in your stomach as your legs wrapped around his waist.

Tilting his head, Scaramouche buried his face in your neck, licking the shell of your ear. "Scream nice and loud for when you cum, okay?"

It was his fingers pinching and rolling one of your nipples that ushered your orgasm to wash over you. His name sounded like a scream when you cried out, your rolling eyes closed with pleasure.

When your walls clamped around his cock, he fucked you through your orgasm as he cummed inside of you. His kiss was gentle against your lips when he pulled out of you.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n

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likeabulldigidigibombombombom · 5 months

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hey pookie

can u do smth abt Minho pleaseuuuuu

like tbh I'd love some Minho fluff :3

If not, make it extreme smut :D

Anyways

Ily and ur works <33

Bye byeee

Title: Beautiful (Just like you😻)

Ofc pookie! I kinda suck at writing smut so I’m gonna do fluff!

Pairing: Lee Know x genderneutral!reader

Trope/Genre: Fluff, Established relationship

I took a couple phrases from this fluff prompt masterlist! Check it out for some good prompts

Warnings: A teeny tiny suggestive comment at the end, use of pet names

622 words

Summary: You, like the dumbass you are decides to say that you never get flustered, so in an attempt to prove you wrong, Minho showers you with compliments and praise.

Minho had just finished brushing his teeth when he came into your room and lay next to you. He cuddled up under the covers while you gazed at him. The moonlight perfectly shone on his face and he looked heavenly.

“I could just stare at you forever.” You said looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “Creep.” He rolled over so you couldn’t see his face anymore.

“You suck.” “I love you too.” He replied. “I want to keep looking at you!” “No!” “Why!” “It makes me feel weird!” “Weird good or weird bad?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Yes, that's why I asked.” He turned over to look at you.

“Whenever you try complimenting me it never works.” “What never works?” You questioned. “You can’t fluster me.” “I’m not trying to!” He glared at you. “Most of the time, I’m not trying to.” “Mhm, sure. More like you’re trying all the time.” “It doesn’t matter anyway because it never works…” “I know. It’s amusing seeing you try though.”

“Why is it so hard to make you blush? It’s insane!” “You know what’s even more insane?” “What?” “The fact that you get flustered so easily. It’s cute.” You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words and he had an amused look on his face.

“See, you get flustered easily.” “Yeah, I guess…” “You guess? I could just compliment you and your face would heat up.” “You’re exaggerating a bit.” “Oh, I’m really not.” “You literally aren’t even that good at flirting.” He seemed a little offended by your words.

“Okay let's do a little experiment. I’m going to try to flirt with you, and you have to try your best to stay composed, which apparently, you do constantly.” “Alright sure, we have nothing better to do anyway.” He stared at you like you did when he first came into bed and said nothing.

“You're so creepy.” “What? I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” “Please stop.” He moved his face closer to yours. “Make me.” “I’m too tired to do that, just keep staring.”

You sat there in silence until Minho spoke up. “I don’t tell you how stunning you are enough.” “Huh?” “I don’t think any amount of my compliments could ever represent the amount of beauty you have.” “It’s giving Shakespeare.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand and interlaced it with his.

“You’re breathtaking. Honestly, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” “I feel like you’re just saying this to prove you’re right.” You joked.

“No, I’m not. These are all things that constantly cross my mind. I never knew how much I could miss someone before I met you. I never knew how much I could enjoy being around someone before I met you.” He took a short pause and kissed you. “I never knew how much I could love someone before I met you.”

Your face was getting redder with every single word he said. Unlike most of the other flirting attempts he’s used in the past, this time you could feel the sincerity seeping through every sentence. “I can’t imagine my life without you, and I’m so proud of you.” He looked down and then back at you.

“You okay honey? You’re acting a little strange.” “Yup! couldn’t be better. Just a little hot. Are you hot or is it just me?” He laughed. “Yeah, it’s just you. I’ve never seen you this flustered.” “I was expecting a lot more innuendos to be honest.” “I can be sweet when I want to be.” You sighed. “That was a lot to take in.” He smiled.

“You’re so pretty when you blush.” “I’m not blushing what do you mean?” “Whatever you say beautiful.”

Author note: Thank you so much for the request! I loved writing this so much! Like always, constructive criticism is wanted! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics like this one <3 Thank you!

Masterlist

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katsukikitten · 5 months

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because sometimes the holidays fucking suck

Hakuji lived next to you for years, five to be exact. You were a good neighbor, quiet, even when you brought a rare fling over and he never had any complaints.

You were even kind enough to share leftovers from a dinner you didn't realize made for six, you knew you couldn't stomach the dish for an entire week and it was the first home cooked meal he had in a year or more. It tasted good, fucking delicious but he found it hard to finish. Found himself with tears stinging his eyes as he thought of Koyuki, the woman he wed when he was younger and lost her far too soon. Remembering fondly the last meal she made for them before she got too sick to stand again.

He never did tell you, well how could he? The two of you did small exchanges like that over the years. He'd hear you arguing with management about your hot water on your balcony as he finished his cigarette. He offered to fix it after you hung up with a huff.

You made him dinner again, he made you dessert.

Oh no silly, not like that, he hadn't had a sexual thought in his head for the past eight years. Since he watched them lower Koyuki into the cold hard ground. Now nearing his thirties, he's certain he's going to live a life of solitude and bloodied knuckles much to Koyuki's dismay. Her dying wish was that he lived a rich full life and he's struggling to keep that promise.

He already broke the promise of nursing her back to health even if he did it three times over and Koyuki reminded him over and over that she was lucky to see twenty. That it was thanks to him.

And it was coming up that she'd been dead longer than he'd known her, already much longer than the length of their marriage. It makes his stomach twist and the chill of the winter air cools his boiling blood.

They were supposed to grow old together and all this time of year did was remind him of how time passes anyway. That no one cares that his world stopped the second his little snow beauty closed her eyes one last time.

He spits the blood from his mouth, cheek and tongue raw from his teeth or stubbed out cigarettes on a fluttering tongue. He lights one up as he stands outside in the breeze way of the apartment, his door directly in front of the stairs so that a woman wouldn't have to worry about that and he dared someone to come up that flight and pick his apartment to break into.

It'd give his fists something to do again.

He pulls in a heavy drag of smoke, letting it burn his throat pleasantly before he huffs it out. Choosing to wear just his jeans and a T-shirt, debating being extra sadistic and take his bike but thinks better of it when he thinks he sees flakes start to fall from the gray gloomy sky. Koyuki had loved snow, born during a blizzard hence her namesake but riding in it was dangerous. Too dangerous for him to do now.

He couldn't even text her dad to let her know it was snowing, or that he'd come over for dinner this year, since he passed shortly after his daughter. Too heartbroken to live on and who could blame him. He lost his entire family in less than a decade yet Hakuji still stood. Like a statue or more like a gargoyle as he watches his life pass by. Called demon child and abandoned by his mother. Sickly father who couldn't stand to see his son turn to a life of crime in order to get his father's medicine and then only to be saved by what will be a dying wife.

So yea you were a great neighbor keeping each other at arm’s length, sometimes further away, even if you did make his heart flutter every now and again.

That he didn't get.

It's not as if you were like his late wife, not that that was a bad thing. You two shared a feature or two but your personalities were entirely opposite.

Hakuji never knew how to feel about it but he knew you and him had the kinship of hating the holidays from your lack of decorations the past five years. But as he's finishing his cigarette he notices a new welcome mat in front of your door. Buffalo plaid, snowflakes painted over the pattern as it reads Home for the Holidays.

Festive. He thinks to himself, noticing a wreath on your door as well and he wonders if you're having guests or a boyfriend over this year.

The latter shouldn't have him clenching his fists so tightly. Shouldn't have veins rolling over thick forearms before he lets the tension go as quickly as it came. It was none of his business who you brought into your apartment.

About to turn and slip back into his own apartment when he hears a growl that turns into a curse.

“Fuck this stupid ass holiday.” He realizes it's your voice as you're dragging a giant box up the stairs and on the side is a picture of a beautifully lit tree. Hakuji quirks his brow.

“Stupid fucking box awkward as fuck for what.” It catches on the concrete steps again and you're about to make this your thirteenth reason and chuck it back down the winding flight before the box is lifted from your arms.

“Need some help?” You hear your cute neighbor chuckle, his inky fingers and giant hands grabbing onto the box with ease, “I see the handles snapped.”

He's already carrying it up the steps and when he looks over his shoulder to make sure you're following his blood runs cold.

“Hey.” He puts the tree on the step above him and holds the box with his hip, tilting his head and his glacial blue eyes bore into your burning cheeks, “What's wrong?”

Making you wipe furiously at your tears, you spiraled every holiday since you lost who was your spirit of Christmas in your family some ten years ago or so.

But you didn't want to do that this year, again. Trying to beat it last year but Christmas spat in your face when your tree snapped in half a day before Christmas.

And even if today was December 24th and even if you did have to pay an insane amount of money for this box and even if you had to literally climb the display and start to disassemble it yourself, you were going to have a great fucking Christmas god damn it!

Even if it killed you.

“I just-” You take a shaky breath and he watches you collect yourself so easily, “I fucking hate this time of year.”

Hakuji nods in agreement, picks up the box again and walks at a pace you'd be able to keep up with before he's settled beside your front door waiting patiently for you to unlock it. To which you hurriedly pat yourself down for your keys, unlocking the door and showing him in.

“Uh hot cocoa? Extra marshmallows right?” You tease as you go to get what he deemed his mug the few times the two of you stared at the moon from your own balconies. You were always there to offer him something to warm his chilly bones and frozen heart, all you had to do was hand him a cup over the half wall that separated your balcony from his.

“Yea, gonna make it extra warm?” He quirks his brow, smirking and you brandish the Bailey's at him, cat smile as you make an extra long pour before he's pulling the box more into your living room, “Which corner?”

“Huh?” You peek from the kitchen again, he's pointing between the left and right side of your TV, “Oh Jiji you don't have to do all that.”

“Which corner?” He repeats, long since learned that being firm with you was the only way to help your stubborn, hyper independent ass.

The two of you stare at one another before you give in like you always do but only to your neighbor Hakuji. Like your gut knew he'd take care of your needs properly.

“Right.” You confirm and moments later you hear him moving around your furniture with ease. God he'd be a good husband, well he was a good husband, you saw the wedding ring he wore around his neck, a sensible sized diamond that sparkled like fresh snow. Saw Koyuki's shrine the few times he invited you in when you locked yourself out while you waited for maintenance to show up with the spare because Hakuji was the type of man that wouldn't let a woman wait in the cold, especially not alone.

Koyuki was beautiful, a kind loving thing and you sigh deeply at the thought. She looked happy, they looked young.

“You didn't have to do this.”

“Wanted to.” He growls at you and never exertion as he moves the TV with ease. Pulling out his knife to slice open the box before he starts to assemble part of the tree, he sees the old most likely hand me down colored string lights wrapped around yellowed newspaper. The tree was prelit and only three parts, he knew you didn't have the height or a step ladder to be able to add the top portion so he puts in the bottom, wrapping the tree skirt around the legs, stopping before he adds the next layer.

“Wanna add the colored ones?” He reaches for them and when you come into the living room placing the hot chocolates on the perfectly placed coffee table he moved he can see tears glistening your eyes.

“It won't look trashy?” Normally strong voice sounding watery and pathetic, at least to you. Hakuji just smiles up at you.

“Nah, never. People mix colors all the time. Sides it's your tree. Make it how ya want it." He plugs in the tree first, soft white lights fill the space before he tests the old colored lights. The newspaper smells old but not in a bad rotting way, reminds him of forgotten books in the back of libraries. That type of musty paper and ink that smells more nostalgic than bad.

You clear your throat and come to wrap the colored lights around the tree and Hakuji follows after you to fluff the branches just so. Already you approve of how he arranges the branches as you grew up in a house with a fake tree every year and every year of your childhood it was a sin to see the pole in the middle.

Stopping to put the second layer on before taking a sip of his spiked drink that flooded his system with warmth. Inky fingers grabbing at his phone in his pocket to connect to your speaker to play Christmas music.

“Lemme know when you want me to change it.”

“Kay.” You say softly, stepping back to make sure you like how you've arranged the colored lights so far, sipping your chocolate before both of you go back to primping the tree. He catches you stopping here and there, catches your shaking breaths and how you look to the ceiling with fluttering eyes so that tears won't fall, he tries to give you as much privacy as he can.

Until you cup your face and sob, like you can't help it as your grandmother's favorite song comes on, as you remember her singing and fluffing the branches before passing them to you to be placed on. How as she got older she’d move her chair to see the best angle of the tree and gently guide you and your sister where things should go.

It just felt like too much. You couldn't even remember the last Christmas tradition you shared with your sister, let alone your family as a whole, not since your grandmother passed anyway.

“Fuck I'm sorry.” You laugh awkwardly, swiping at tears you wish would stop, “Fuck this is stupid. I shouldn't have dragged you into this.”

Hakuji gently grabs your hands, moves them from your face so you can see him when he speaks.

“Ts ‘kay. I get it. This time of year is supposed to be about family and shit but when you've got no one left it fuckin sucks.” He gives your wrists a squeeze unsure if he should pull you into a hug or not.

Hakuji was never good at comforting tears, more of a man of action and problem solving than he was a shoulder to cry on but he would always try his best for Koyuki and he was going to try his best for you.

“Yea it does.”

“But yer celebrating it anyway. That's something to be fuckin proud of.” Guiding you back to the tree to busy your hands again, before he goes to break down the box to take down later.

When he sees you struggling to wrap lights around the tall tree, he comes behind you. Your back flush to his chest but it doesn't feel wrong or like a shock to the system when he does. It felt like it was something he did often, his arms over yours as he feeds the string lights around the tree and back to his free hand, pulling some slack and putting it in your hands to hold. Guiding you to the side so he could add the top. Popping it in and the entire tree is aglow in warm soft whites and soon to be color too. Taking the lights he handed you earlier back to finish what he'd started before he fluffs the branches he knows you can't reach.

He steps back and you do too, looking at the grand thing. Hakuji even bent the top piece perfectly since you didn't have a star.

“Got ornaments?” Nudging your shoulder with his before he sees the horror and embarrassment paint your pretty features.

“Fuck me like two.” You can't fucking believe you forgot to get new ones having only stolen a few from your parents when you moved out years ago.

You look like you're about to cry again and Hakuji can't stomach it, a vein pops up under his banded forearms and throat.

“Gimme a second.” He's gone for a moment, you think you hear his storage door on the balcony open and slam shut before he comes back with a small dusty box.

“I've got a few.” He announces when he's back, dusting off the box over the trash can before he comes closer to your tree. You've hung up your four or so ornaments before he's opening his. Plain non breakable bulbs of golds and pinks mixed in with a few personal ones. A glittering snowflake of blues and pinks shines from the light of the tree even hidden in the box, Hakuji moves it out of the way in favor for something else.

The two of you make quick work of hanging ornaments up, both of you move around each other with ease, making sure the tree is balanced before you step back.

“Somethings missin.” You both mutter, pointing out the same empty spot on the tree.

“Damn and we're out of ornaments huh? Should we move one or?” You sip your drink as you look it over, it was almost the perfect tree. Almost.

Hakuji chews his cheek for a long, long time, all evening he moved around the ornament he couldn't stomach to look at but something gnaws at his bones and if he closed his eyes he would think he could feel her small arms wrap around his middle to whisper to him from behind.

“I want you to lead a rich and full life. I want you to be happy, I know you won't forget me but I don't want you to mourn me forever.”

He swallows thickly, reaches for the box he left on your couch and grabs for the ornament. Koyuki picked it out the first year the two of them moved into his father's house he inherited, the one he long since moved out of.

The snowflake was special as the glitter reminded Koyuki of fireworks, of herself and Hakuji. The fireworks he said she'd see year after year, even if he had to carry her. He stands there a moment, aglow in the warmth of the lights, the colors shining on his inky black fingers before he gives the ornament a small kiss, hanging it up in that empty spot.

Stepping back to look over his work and you gasp, not realizing it's meaning or maybe you do.

“Hakuji!” For the first time that night you sound excited, “It's fuckin perfect! Thank you!”

When you look up at him you notice his icy gaze is watery, making your body stiff for a second as you watch the strongest man you knew crack before your eyes.

Letting your body move on its own as you lace your fingers with his, pulling him closer to you so you could rest your head on his shoulder in an attempt to support him even as he stands tall.

“I bet she's happy that it's up. Look at how it shines.” You sigh and you don't sound jaded or that you've come second. You sound content, happy and all it does is worsen the lump in Hakuji's throat.

“She won't be jealous?” He swallows just in time to stop his voice from cracking, “Or be upset?”

You look up at him and he is unashamed to look down at you with tears threatening to fall. You give a sad half smile, cupping his face to wipe away the stray tear that falls from his icy eyes and light lashes.

“Hakuji, Koyuki sounds like she was the type of woman that all she expected of you was to be happy. She wouldn't have wanted you to hide your whole life of memories away in a dusty box with only her shrine to remember her by. She'd want you to live a fulfilled life, I know it.” Getting teary eyed yourself as you wipe another of his stray tears.

He looks down at you for a long, long time, lets out a sigh, leans into your touch.

“Fuck this holiday.” He sighs out, brows furrowed while he squeezes your hand tightly.

You give a watery laugh before agreeing, “Fuck this stupid fucking holding.”

You untangle yourself from him for fear of it getting awkward before he sits on the couch. Pulling you to sit down right next to him before he puts his arm around you to bring you closer to him by your ribs.

“Hakuji?” You look up at him, giving him a view of the lights from the tree dancing in your eyes. A warm, cozy glow cast over your features making his chest tight. You looked good like this, tucked under his arm, giving him a confused, curious look. You looked beautiful.

“It's alright if I stay to look at our hard work right?” He winks, passing you your mug before he grabs his own, “Sides I've got hot chocolate left.”

You settle into his side a bit, let his warmth seep deep into your bones as you sigh big and content.

“I'd love for you to stay.”

#akaza x reader #hakuji x reader #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛

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Anything with Nico getting in a fight on the ice 😍spicy if the reader (or lex) thinks it’s hot or soft if bb gets injured

A/N: I have been missing writing Nico… so thank you for this! I went soft cause that’s what I need RN. But don’t worry.. after that video of his 🍑 from the weekend.. smut is coming again soon.

A heavy sigh drops my shoulders as I put my hands on both sides of my head. Nico is jawing with a Minnesota Wild player after the whistle. He has been feisty tonight. The Devils are in a three game losing skid and Nico in a scoring drought. His frustration level is high and seemingly growing with each shift he isn’t producing on the scoreboard.

I chew on my lip while watching the stark, 13 on his back as he skates to the bench. I wish I had a way to communicate to him to chill out. He probably wouldn’t listen anyway.

Nico skates to the face off circle for his next shift as I cross my arms tightly over my chest in preparation. Not even ten seconds later, he is shoving at the Wild forward from the previous shift. Nico mouths at him and the guy cross checks Nico in the stomach. I suck in a breath as Nico drops his gloves, then starts swinging.

“Ugh.” I hide my face in my hands, then widen my fingers so I can see through.

The Wild players takes Nico down and the home crowd cheers as the captain gets back to his feet.

I do not.

Nico has a slightly, awkward gait now. The period is close to ending so he is off, down the tunnel… with a trainer following after him.

The second period begins and Nico does not return. I scoot down, putting my feet on the chair in front of me. I slump in my seat with a concerned pinch to my eyebrows.

“What did I miss?” Emma asks as she sits back down with Lio. She had been gone feeding him in a private, nursing room. Lio is now asleep in his carrier on her chest.

“Your brother is hurt.”

“What? Damn.” She crosses her legs, then looks over at me. “Have you heard from him?”

“No.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah.”

I am quiet the rest of the game. The Devils end up losing, which is sure to sour Nico’s mood even more. I expect him to be waiting for me when we head downstairs. Instead, I am left waiting long after the Meiers head home for the night. When Nico appears, his black stocking hat is low over his forehead. A distinct limp is also evident on his body.

“Baby.” I greet him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder. “Is it bad?”

“Not good. MRI tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” I pull away in surprise. He nods.

“Neeks.” He shakes his head no, gesturing to the various staff members walking around us.

“Wanna go home.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I put one along his back, offering him my support. He willingly takes it. I rub my fingers into his opposite hip, frowning at the defeat ghosting his face.

“Do you want me to drive home?” He nods again.

At the car, I drop Nico in the passenger seat, then walking around to the driver’s side. We exit the parking garage. Fans recognize Nico’s car, calling out in hopes he will stop. Nico closes his eyes, slumping against the window at their disappointed faces. He hates letting people down. I reach over, folding our fingers together to comfort him. He silently brings my hand up to his face, kissing along the tendons of my fingers.

“It will be okay.” I assure him. “We will face whatever it is together.”

Getting Nico out of the car is the same as getting him in.

“Go to bed.” I encourage as I release his body in the kitchen. I gather Advil, an ice pack, a towel and a bottle of Gatorade. I find Nico quietly laying in bed when I get into our room. His head is leaned back into his propped up pillows. His knee is held up by two decorative pillows. I want so badly to be able to soothe the disgruntled frown off his face.

I run my fingers up his calf to announce my presence. He smiles gratefully as I fluff the pillows up to offer him more support. I look at his knee, gently skimming my finger tips over his skin. I observing the swelling and slight bruising. Knees are finicky and it’s hard to tell what may be wrong with it other than it looks upset. I wrap the ice pack in the towel then mold it into place for complete coverage of his joints.

“Thank you, baby.” He murmurs, settling back into his pillows. He laces his fingers together over his stomach. I smile, then lean forward to kiss his plumped lips. I linger longer than I should, coaxing his tongue out to meld with mine.

“I love you. I’m sorry if I scared you.” He says as we pull apart. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, then slowly open them to look at him. His brown eyes are soft, knowing of the turmoil I go through every night. And it’s nights like tonight that scare me. Nights like this where he doesn’t come off the ice the way he got on. “It will be okay.” He repeats my words back to me, tugging me to his mouth again. His fingers work from his stomach to glide up the back of my thigh. He gives it a squeeze, then releases me so I can change into comfortable clothes.

By the time I come back into the bedroom, Nico is asleep.

#what my world spins around au #n. hischier blurb #NHL fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL fic #NHL blurb

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