#the losers x reader

[brain--drop]

Could I request Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, and Eddie Kaspbrak [separatly] with a significant other who buys them gifts all the time, and just basically wastes all their money on them.

Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh and Eddie Kaspbrak with Gift Giving S/O

Richie:

The first time you give Richie a gift, he's pretty touched since he hardly gets anything out of the blue from someone other than his parents so he cherishes the first gift which was another Hawaiian shirt to add to his collection

The next couple times you give him more gifts, he gets pretty confused but still appreciates it. It takes you giving him about 10+ gifts in a month that he questions you about it, making a joke on how much in debt you're probably in

After you explain to him that you just love seeing him happy over the thoughtful presents (and that you are actually okay on money), he shakes his head and laughs at you thoughtfully

"Christ, looks like I'm gonna have to put that wallet of yours behind bars! At least give me a chance to return the favor!"

Beverly:

When Beverly sees the necklace that was hidden in its small gift box, she immediately tries to hand it back to you saying that she can't accept it, but you reassure her that you want her to keep it and put it on her before she can decline the gift again

She doesn't say it, but the more gifts you give her, the more flustered she gets from the pampered affection. In fact, she can't find the heart to tell you to slow down on them

Really, it gets to the point of her not finding much room to keep the gifts in that she gets you to slow down and even starts giving gifts back to you the further you are in your relationship

"Damn, you beat me to it! I also had a gift for you! Let me go get it then we can rock, paper, scissors on who opens theirs first, okay?"

Eddie:

With the first ever gift you give him, he looks at it with genuine but gleeful shock since wow, you really though of him enough to gift him something which was a nice little keychain that he could attach to his backpack or fanny pack

Each time you give him a gift from then on, the shock doesn't go away and the smile on his face shows you each time that he appreciates it, but he does get a bit concerned on the amount of gifts you throw his way after a while

When he asks you why you give him endless presents and hears your reply that you just like seeing him happy, he laughs and playfully rolls his eyes at you

"You bet that I'm gonna start giving you gifts back because I'll start feeling spoiled! ...By the way, we should really get a bookshelf for these gifts, I think I'm running out of space."

#the losers club #the losers club headcanons #the losers x reader #richie tozier #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier x reader #beverly marsh x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader

[bagerfluff]

Nightly Love

Stanley Uris x Male Reader

Prompt - Assassin Au

Stan fiddled with his ring as he looked down upon the gardens. It was night and Stan was already dressed for bed. But he couldn’t sleep. Despite the fire raging, keeping the room warm. And the new silk sheets that the servants placed there this morning, Stan couldn’t sleep. Stan didn’t know why he couldn’t sleep.

Nothing had happened and nothing was going to happen. Stan had nothing to worry about. For fucks sake he was the prince. He didn’t have to do anything. By the snap of his fingers and the sound of his voice, whatever needed doing was done. So why did Stan feel empty. Like something was missing. 

Stan felt like this a lot. Ever since the reality of being the prince hit him. Stan didn’t want this. He didn’t want to rule over a kingdom. He didn’t want to marry someone because his father said so, because the world said so. Stan wanted to marry someone because he loved them.

Stan never loved any of the women his father brought in. One because they are women, Stan didn’t even like girls. Two because they were just a copy of the last girl. They just wanted to be with Stan because Stan was a prince and had a lot of money. But Stan had found someone that loved him for him.

Because he was Stan. Not because of his crown. But Stan couldn’t marry him. But Stan loved him. And wasn’t that enough? Not to his father. Stan sighed as he turned around to enter the castle. But before he entered through the doors that led to his room. Stan heard a thud from behind him.

Stan had a small smile on his face as he turned around. There stood Y/n as he pulled off the cloth that covered his lower face and lowered his hood. “Hey darling” Y/n whispered as he walked closer to Stan. The reason Y/n had a cloth covering his face and was dressed in all black was because he was an assassin. He was hired to take out the King. 

But plans changed when he fell in love with his son. Stan was cautious at first. Dating an assassin isn’t the smartest thing to do. But Y/n proved himself to be loyal to Stan. That he loved Stan. So now they were dating. Y/n would show up to the castle to see Stan.

Stan wishes that Y/n didn’t have to show up under the cover of the dark. But if anyone saw them. Bad stuff would happen. “Hey Y/n” Stan said as he walked up to Y/n and kissed him. Y/n kissed back as he pulled Stan closer to him by the waist. Stan pulled away from the kiss and put his head on Y/n’s shoulder. 

Y/n reached up and started playing with Stan’s curls. “You okay?” Y/n asked. Stan nodded. Stan didn’t want to burden Y/n with his problems. Y/n nodded. Y/n knew Stan was lying. But he didn’t push Stan to tell him.

Stan didn’t feel like telling him. Stan would tell him later, or Y/n would ask later. Both boys stood there. In each other's arms for what felt like years. Completely silent. Both boys absorbing the other's presence. Wishing that they could do this forever. 

But after a couple minutes there was a noise outside of Stan’s room. Both boys looked over at the door and Stan sighed. “Bye Y/n” Stan whispered as Y/n put the cloth back on. “Bye Love” Y/n said back before he jumped over the railing.

Stan looked over the railing to see Y/n running off as he pulled his hood up. Stan smiled to himself as he walked into his room and shut the door. Stan then got under the covers of his bed and closed his eyes.

This time he fell asleep with no problem.

#lgbtq #it 2017 #it x reader #it book #it 2017 x male reader #it #stanley uris x reader #stanley uris x male reader #stanley uris #stan uris #stan uris x reader #the losers x male reader #the losers x reader #the losers fanfiction #the losers club

[a-constant-gay-panic]

More than Friends

masterlist

pairing: richie tozier x fem!reader 

summary: richie has been your best friend since you moved to derry, the two of you doing everything together. recently you've been getting closer to stan and feelings within richie, which should never have been there in the first place, start to rise. after a few near-death encounters with a killer clown, and his own jealousy bubbling over, he finally snaps and spills his feelings to you. 

warnings: lots of swearing, slight sexual innuendos, mentions of an abusive parent, brief mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, some sprinkles of angst, pennywhore (sorry, not sorry) confronting you, slight bevery pining (cause she's hot.), jealous richie, basically friends to lovers <3 

word count: 8.5k (i am so sorry-) 

a/n: i'm sorry it's been so long! i've been pretty tied up recently but here's the richie fic that no one asked for :P

this is based more around the 2017 movie adaptation of IT as 1. it's more interesting and intense than the 1990 movie imo and 2. it has better dialogue as it follows the events in the movie (until it doesn't)

some insults may seem a tad bit british but i honestly couldn't help it, it's just how it is 💁 

not proofread but enjoy! 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

“go blow your dad you mullet wearing asshole!” richie shouts as he flips bowers off. the others had walked away but you were waiting for your best friend, richie trashmouth tozier. 

you laugh at his insult and decide to add, “yeah, piss off dick face!” you and richie walk away from the defeated figure of henry bowers. 

“dick face? where'd that even come from?” richie laughs. “how the fuck am i supposed to know? you couldn't be the only one saying some badass shit.” you answer, walking faster to catch up to the others. 

richie smiles, unable to contain his joy as you walk in front of him. you sound around to face him, urging him to walk faster. “c'mon rich! guess the trashmouth isn't as fast as he says he is.” you wiggle your brows at him, the sexual innuendo not being lost to him. 

“nah, just shows that i'm not a quick guy.” he fires back, smirking. you scoff, “as if you could last longer than 2 minutes, tozier.” 

you don't let him say anything as you turn around and jog to catch up to the rest of your friends, richie being forced to do the same. 

“thanks guys, but you shouldn't have done that. he'll be after you guys too now.” you hear mike, aka homeschool, say. 

“oh no no. bowers, he's always after us.” eddie replies, trying to reassure mike, you thought. bill nods, “i guess that's one t-t-thing we all have in common.” 

“that dumbass can't seem to get enough of any of us!” you shout from the back, causing most of them to chuckle. “yeah homeschool, welcome to the losers club!” richie shouts from behind you. 

you turn your head to look at him, careful as to not trip. he's already looking at you and you give him a small smile before turning around and walking up next to stan. 

“stan the man!” you say as you start walking next to him. he looks at you and smiles, cheeks turning a slight red, you assuming it's from the heat. 

“h-hey, y/n.” you laugh at his response, “thought ol' billy boy was the one with the stutter. you good, uris?” 

he nods, looking ahead of him instead of at you, trying to hide his blush. “yeah, i'm fine. just tired.” you frown at his blatant lie but chose to ignore it for now. “we really showed those little shits, didn't we?  did you see their faces? you were fucking amazing, stan!” your words become faster, the adrenaline still in effect. 

he hums in agreement. “we really did show them.” he trails off slightly, almost as if he's contemplating saying something and ultimately decides he can. “you in particular.” he turns a deeper shade of crimson and you grin at him, ruffling his curly hair. “thanks stannie.” 

you walk away from him after that, heading to beverly to congratulate her on her crack shot (and maybe to flirt a tiny bit). 

stan is left a blushing mess from your attention and praise. richie on the other hand is a slight shade of crimson for a different reason. 

he can't help the anger and jealousy which bubbles to the surface upon seeing your interaction with stan. the anger and jealousy is soon diluted by confusion as to why he's acting like that, not understanding why he hates it. 

brows knit together in frustration, he decides to brush it off as a friendly protection. ultimately a feeling of wanting you to have the best. totally not romantic whatsoever. nothing but a best friend caring for his best friend. you were just best friends. nothing more to it. nothing at all. 

‘...i'm fucked.’ he finally thinks to himself. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you're all standing in an alleyway as the streets are filled with excitement, the marching band parading through the streets. 

you shake your head in disappointment at richie who's desperately trying to hold onto and play a tuba while it's owner is trying to get it back. 

you turn your attention back to others when you hear stan say, “they say they found part of his hand all chewn up by the standpipe.” “he asked to borrow a pencil once.” ben says in return. bill then walks to the alley wall, lifting up a missing poster with edward corcoran's photo to reveal one with betty ripsoms face. 

“it's like she's been f-f-forgotten cause corcoran is missing.” he shrugs in defeat. “is it ever going to end?” stan's voice is shakey.

you turn to look back at richie when you hear a rather loud noise from the stolen instrument, it's owner finally getting it from his grasp. “what the fuck dude?” he asks, lifting his hands in defeat and confusion. 

he looks over and catches your eye, instantly smiling and walking to you. you miss the way his eyes dart to stan, noticing your close proximity to him. 

“i see blowing isn't one of your talents, yeah?” you ask, brow raised as he approaches. “as if you could do better.” he shoots back, only for you to say, “oh i could. just ask your dad.” 

stan chokes on nothing and eddie rolls his eyes at you and richie as he walks over to you all, 2 ice creams in hand. “what are you guys talking about?” he asks, clearly not asking about your recent conversation. “what they always talk about.” richie says instead. 

richie takes the other ice cream from eddie and starts to lick it, enjoying its sweetness until you lean closer and steal a bite, instantly regretting your decision due to its coldness but loving the reaction it pulls from him.  

“i actually think it will end. for a little while at least.” ben's words pull you from your brief moment with richie. beverly frowns at his words. “what do you mean?” she asks. 

ben folds his arms over his stomach. “so i was going over all my derry research and i charted out all the big evens. the iron works explosion in 1908, the bradley gang in '35 and the black spot in '62 and now kids being…” he trails off slightly, looking at bill who looked close to tears. “i realised this stuff seems to happen every-” “27 years.” bill speaks over ben. 

you can't tell if ben is disappointed that bill ruined his big moment or if he's just scared about his discovery. 

“2 bucks says he’s mad at billy boy for ruining his moment.” you whisper in richie’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. he quickly covers up his reaction with a scoff. “no way. we both know he is and i’m not losing 2 bucks to you.” you shake your head in amusement and mutter, “pussy.” before following the others out the alleyway, leaving richie standing with a melting ice cream cone in his hand and a blush on his face. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you’re sitting in the park with the losers. you’re next to stan on the back of the bench with beverly by your legs, leaning her head against you. mike and ben are on stans other side and richie, bill and eddie are sitting on their bikes in front of the bench.  

“ok so let me get this straight. it comes out from wherever to eat kids for like a year and then it just goes into hibernation?” “maybe it’s like… what do you call it…? cicadas! you know, the bugs that come out once in every 17 years.” stan responds to richie’s question/conclusion. 

you nod slightly at stan’s comparison and lean over to softly say, “those bugs look fucking creepy.” stan smiles at your words as yet another wave of heat makes its way to his face, all while richie is eyeing the two of you intensely, hating how you’re showing stan attention and not him in that moment. 

mike speaks up and interrupts richie’s glaring, “my grandfather thinks this town is cursed.” you all look at him. “he says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. an evil thing that feeds off the people of derry.” he finishes and you shudder at the thought. 

“but it can’t be one thing. we all saw something different.” stan’s voice wavers. “Maybe. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that’s what we see.” mike leans forward slightly, as if he’s cracked the code. 

“i saw a leper. he was- he was like a walking infection.” eddie admits. stan look sat him and sakes his head. “but you didn’t. be-because it isn't real. none of this is. not eddie’s leper, or bill seeing georgie, or the woman i keep seeing.” you gently place your hand on stan’s knee, trying to calm him down. 

richie doesn’t miss this and to cover up his anger he asks, “is she hot?” you send him a glare as stan looks at him in disgust. “no richie. she’s not hot! her face is all messed up. none of this makes any sense… they’re all like bad dreams.”

“i don’t think so, i know the difference between a bad dream and real life, ok?” mike counters. 

you know what he means. you know full well that what you saw wasn’t a bad dream, it was real… he was real. 

you hated your life in new jersey and you hated your parents but more importantly, you always hated how cliché it was. 

mother runs away, father blames it on his child before evidently turning to drugs and alcohol for relief. he slowly starts to fade away and in a time of darkness, takes all his anger out on his child. the pattern continues as he gets more and more angry, the beatings he hands out not working as well as they used to so he tries harder and harder to fill the void. 

very cliché and unoriginal in your book.

you moved in with your aunt, who lived here in derry, 3 years ago after child services forcefully took you away from your father, who was at the time a drunk and aggressive car salesman, then arrested for child abuse and drug possesion (something you didn’t know about until later on but weren’t surprised by it either). you hated derry at first but soon warmed up to the small town after meeting the losers. 

so that brings you to today. you had just got back from spending the day with richie tozier, the boy proclaiming himself as your best friend. 

your feet slowly drag on the floor as you open your front door and enter the quaint house, quickly searching in the dark for the light switch. it was late and your aunt was working a night shift so you were alone with your thoughts. 

once light filled the entrance room, you were quick to head to the kitchen, switch that light on and open a cupboard as hunger consumed you. you sighed in happiness as you spotted the peanut butter, an idea to make a pb&j sandwich in your mind. 

you quickly stop your movements as you grab the peanut butter when you hear a light shuffling sound near you. you frown and look around the cupboard door and into the living room where the noise came from but see nothing. grabbing the bread once you close the cupboard, you sigh and place the 2 ingredients on the counter. 

all that was left was getting the jelly from the fridge. you open the fridge door but get distracted when you hear the same shuffling sound, only closer this time. you quickly close the fridge and whip your head around, heart beating faster as you stare into the darkness of the living room. a few seconds go by but nothing happens. no sounds. nothing. 

you shake your head, thinking that you’re imagining it all and open the fridge once more. you reach to grab the jelly on the top shelf but freeze as an unknown hand grabs it before you can. your eyes widen and breaths quicken as panic takes over. 

slowly lowering your extended hand, the unknown one pulls the jelly off the shelf and disappears behind you as it returns to its owner's body. then, whatever or whoever it is behind you, it speaks. it speaks and the words cause the hairs on the back of your neck to raise.  

“how you doing, sweetheart?” 

tears start to build up in your eyes and a scream is stuck in your throat as you turn around and make eye contact with him. 

“dad…?” 

‘no… it’s not him. it’s not… is it?’ 

confusion clouds your thoughts, not wanting to believe that your father is standing in front of you right now. last you saw him, he was getting pushed into the back of a police car, cuffs on him as he glared at you and your neighbour who reported hearing your screams to the police for the 3rd time that week. 

deep down you knew it wasn’t him but that thought made your blood run cold, not knowing who this man could be if not your father. 

“i’m very upset with you, you know? thought i had taught you better. getting me locked up wasn’t very nice, now was it sweetheart?” the man says, the nickname your father used for you making you sick and your palms sweaty, old memories flooding your mind. 

“it’s impossible… you’re not you.” you mumble, pressing your back against the shelves of the open fridge, desperately trying to get as far from him as possible. he laughs and you shiver at the sound. the hysterical laugh sounded off, high pitched yet low all at the same time. demonical, almost. 

“you’re right. i’m not.” he takes a step closer, “not since your mother left. when she left because of you. she left me. she left and it was your doing.” his voice becomes louder near the end, almost shouting in your face. you cringe into the fridge, the cold making goosebumps appear on your arms. 

the man… your father… steps closer yet again, closing any gaps between the two of you. a tear escapes your eye as you squeeze them shut. 

a gasp leaves your mouth along with a frightened cry as you feel a strong grip on your throat, making you open your eyes. you stare into his crazed eyes as he opens his mouth, shouting at you. 

“she left me! she left and it’s your fault! it’s your fault! you’re the one that drove her away! you’re the one that drove me to be like this! that made me lose my job, my life! you! all you! you, you, you, you!” his voice deepens and his grip tightens the more he screams at you. this isn’t your father and you know it.  

“it wasn’t my fault! it wasn’t!” you cry back at the imposter, eyes closing as you thrash around, trying your best to escape the grasp you’re stuck in. 

suddenly his ragged and deep breathes stop and you feel the hand around your neck loosen ever so slightly. you calm your breathing and slowly open your eyes, fear written all over your face and deep within you. 

this fear soon doubles when you see a clown in front of you instead. three orange puffs of hair stick out it's paper white head. red lines run vertically from its eyes, down to its mouth which is displayed in a sickening grin, sharp, rotten teeth on display. its amber eyes bore into yours and you get a strange feeling that it knows what you're thinking… what you're feeling. 

“hiya y/n.” you squirm in its grasp and watch in pure horror as its smile starts to fade, leaving a blank look in its place. 

“time to float.” drool runs down the corner of its mouth and onto its chin. 

it opens its mouth wider than you thought possible and you blindly reach behind you into the open fridge. grabbing a bottle, you swing it in front of you to hit the creature and glass shatters everywhere. 

it drops you with a giggle and you gasp for air, quickly standing up and running out the house before it can do anything else. 

you've put a bit of distance between you and your house as you hear it's maniacal laughter and menacing words but you don't stop. you keep pushing yourself further away from it. further away from the fear and panic. further away from its gleeful shouts. 

“you'll float too! you'll float too! we all float down here!” 

“-y/n? hello?” 

you snap out of your thoughts as you see richie waving his hand in front of your face, a concerned look on his. 

“sorry what? zoned out for a moment there.” you shake your head in an attempt to clear it. 

“we asked if you saw something…” stan softly tells you, hand reaching for yours which has subconsciously curled into a fist. 

richie's eye twitches at the sight and quickly moves away to return to his original place on his bike. he hates what he's feeling but pushes it all aside in order to listen to you as you take a deep breath, readying yourself to retell the horrors of that night. 

“yeah… y'know my father?” you say slowly. ben and mike frown in confusion, not knowing the history behind him and you. the other 4 boys and beverly nod, worry rooted behind their expressions. 

“well for the two of you who don't know, he was an abusive asshole who blamed me for my mother suddenly disappearing.” you day with a wave of your hand. they're slightly shocked by your straightforward words but you continue without missing a beat. “i saw him… and the clown.” 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you and the rest of the losers head to bills house on your bikes after he said he had an idea. 

richie and stan are riding on either side of you, refusing to let you leave the proximity of them after retelling your run-in with pennywise, even after you insisted that you were completely capable of riding your bike without them as bodyguards. 

you kept talking to stan, laughing at his jokes and smiling at him which, in turn, made him smile like an idiot. 

he looked like an idiot alright. 

at least that's what richie thought. he on the other hand kept rolling his eyes at stans bad jokes and said, “i'd rather listen to bowers get a blowjob than these shitty jokes, stanie.” which earned himself a jab from you. “if anything, you'd be the one giving him head, trashmouth.” 

that comment shut him up for a solid minute before he was back at it, desperately trying to get your attention away from stan and onto himself in an attempt to feed his rapidly growing feelings towards you. 

shaking your head at the glasses wearing boy, you pedal faster to catch up to beverly. being the only other female in the group, you were drawn to each other. (it just happened to be a coincidence that you found her ridiculously hot and liked talking and looking at her.)

soon enough and you all stop outside bill's garage, all dumping your bikes on the ground except for stan who took time to properly set it upright. 

heading into the dark garage you couldn't help but feel as though something was about to happen. you weren't sure what but you knew that there was something off. 

taking richie by surprise, you grab his hand and pull him with you, not seeing the red hue on his cheeks and huge smile plastered on his face. 

a smile which would soon be wiped clean off, along with yours and everyone else's. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

“what the fuck is that? what the fuck is that?!” 

“i don't fucking know!”

“turn it off! turn it off!” 

darkness. that's what you see for a brief moment after mike kicks the projector off the stool it's sitting on. 

you, eddie and richie are clutching each other tightly, the rapid images of georgie before moving to bills mother as the slide changes faster and faster, revealing the clowns face, it's face. 

the 3 of you untangle your arms from each other except for your tight grasp on richies hand yet again. “what the fuck is going on?” your voice is barely audible as the projector starts up again, blurry and foggy images of it appearing once more. 

the slides change more slowly this time. 

darkness. it. darkness. it. darkness. it. darkness… nothing. 

the frame is empty, the clown missing from view. your stomach drops and your hands become increasingly clammy in richie's. “shit.” you mutter. 

then darkness floods the room, the only sound being eddie's deep and loud gasps for air. 

the next slide comes on and you all screech at the sight of the clown, its body halfway through the projection on the wall.  

“stanley!” you all call the boy, him being the closest to it. 

flash.

stan runs to the rest of you, its eyes following the movement. 

flash. 

it is now fully through the projection, having to crawl on its knees in order to fit due to its sheer size. 

flash. 

you pull richie and stan back, making them crash into eddie and bill. you desperately try to get away from it but end up tripping and landing right next to beverly. 

flash. 

its making its way to you and beverly, grin wide, exposing what might be hundreds of razor sharp teeth. 

flash. 

it reaches out, almost succeeding in grabbing the two of you, raising your arms to protect your faces and hide from the monster which is in front of you. 

suddenly the garage is filled with light as ben opens the door, allowing you all to calm down once you see that the clown in nowhere in sight. 

beverly stands up on wobbly legs and walks over to the rest of you, holding her heart while you stay crouched on the floor, back against the wall. 

you aren't able to hear what she says due to being pulled up into a rib-breaking hug, the culprit burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

you wrap your arms around the boy, instantly knowing it's richie. “are you ok?” he asks as he lifts his head to look at you. 

you nod slowly, “yeah… just shit scared… you?” you almost miss the quiet “yes.” in return. you don't unwrap your arms from him just yet, secretly loving the close proximity to the glasses wearing idiot you call your best friend. 

he stares into your eyes, glasses fogging up slightly from the humidity in the air. “thought you'd get hurt… thought i'd lose you.” he mutters, his heart aching at the thought. 

“i'm right here. can't get rid of me that easily trashmouth.” your smile is strained, a silent tear rolling down your cheek to match his but he's grateful for the attempt at humour. 

you don't know how long you've been standing in each others embrace, only pulling away once you hear an obnoxiously loud cough, flustered looks on both your faces as you see eddie looking at the two of you with a look of disgust. 

“that's so gross man. for a second i thought the two of you were gonna kiss. as if now is a good time for that shit! let alone that it's so unsanitary. you-you can get mumps for god sake or herpes! herpes! a-and the amount of germs which spread through saliva is disgusting-” eddie's rant is stopped by beverly who elbows him in the ribs, shooting you a small smile. 

you look at richie and see that he's already looking at you, causing the both of you to avert your eyes, feeling your faces heat up. 

deep breaths are heard throughout the group, everyone trying to grasp what just happened. 

“it-it saw us! it saw us and knows where we are!” eddie speaks up again. “it always did.” bill starts to walk out the door towards where all your bikes laid in his driveway. “s-so-so let's go.” 

                                                                    “go? go where?” ben frowns, voice slightly higher than usual. “neibolt. that's where g-g-g-georgie is.” his stutter worsened whenever he tried to say his brother's name.

“after that?” stan's voice is confused and panicked, not wanting to go looking for it. “yeah… it's summer, we should be outside-” richie is cut off my bill. “if you say it's summer one more f-fucking time.” his words are laced with agitation. 

you're all silent for a moment before bill turns around and picks his bike up, mounting and riding away on silver. 

“bill! wait!” beverly calls after him but it's too late. he's already at the end of his driveway, heading towards neibolt. 

“he's gonna get himself fucking killed.” you mutter, following beverly as she walks towards her bike, ready to go after bill. 

soon, the rest of the losers have their bikes in hand as they prepare to follow, fear prominent on everyone's faces as they think of the horrors which they'll encounter once inside the house. its house. the house on neibolt. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

“can’t believe i pulled the short straw. you guys are lucky we’re not measuring dicks.” “shut up richie.” is what you heard as you entered the house, floor boards creaking under your feet. besides bill, you and beverly were the only two who didn’t raise your hands to stay outside. truth be told, you didn’t really want to go but you cared for bill and his brother too much than to abandon his search for him. 

“even if we were measuring dicks, you still would've been here.” you fire at the boy, trying to distract yourself from the fear which is slowly consuming you as your eyes wander throughout the run down house. 

“this place is a casualty waiting to happen…” you mutter to no one in particular and eddie grunts in agreement. you, bill, eddie and richie slowly take a few more steps, heading deeper into the nightmare surrounding you. 

“can you smell that?” eddie’s voice wavers. “don’t breath through your mouth.” is all richie says to him in return. “how come?” “cause then you’re eating it.” eddie gags and you gently slap richie’s arm, it’s a half-assed slap but you know it gets the point across when he looks at you bashfully.   

you turn away from richie and walk towards bill who is standing still, observing the dump. “think it knows we’re here, bill?” you ask wearlily, part of you already knowing the answer. “p-p-probably. thanks for c-coming by the way.” he turns his head to smile gratefully at you. “thank the straws. but you're welcome regardless. even if we both know you’d rather have bev here by your side.” you grin at him, not missing the blush that rises to his cheeks at the mention of his very obvious crush on the redheaded beauty. 

you look over at the spot you left richie but don’t see him. frowning, you walk back and notice him standing in what probably used to be the living room based on the broken and stained couches which sit, collecting dust in the corner. 

he walks towards the window and pulls a piece of paper from the amples of cobwebs hanging from the roof. the sound drawing the attention of the other two boys. you slowly make your way over to him, the confused and scared look on his face frightening you. 

“what?” bill asks as you all reach richie. “it-it says i’m missing…” you all crowd around richie to look at the paper in his hands and sure enough, there on it, is a picture of richie with the words “MISSING” printed in bold black ink above his smiling face. “you’re not missing richie.” you tell him softly, seeing the panic bubble inside him. 

“police department, city of derry. that’s me, that’s my shirt, that’s my hair, that’s my face, that’s my name, that’s my age, that’s the date! no, no! it says it, it says it!” bill tries to grab richie by the shoulders, repeating the words “calm down”, each time louder than the last, wanting to calm the frantic boy down but he pushes him off. “what the fuck! am i missing?! am i gonna go missing?! what the fuck?” 

bill finally manages to get a grasp on him. “richie, look at me. th-that isn’t real. its playing tricks on you.” bills words seem to work as richie stops his panicked words and takes a breath, nodding slowly. 

you move closer to richie and touch his shoulder, catching him off guard at first before he relaxes, seeing that it’s only you. “we won’t let you go missing, ok? we’d never let that happen to you, four-eyes.” you smile at him and he smiles back in return, moving your hand from his shoulder but keeping it in his grasp. 

“hello?” 

the four of you turn towards the stairs, the cracked and frightened voice seemingly coming from above. “who the fuck was that?” you find yourself asking. “no idea but i don’t really wanna find out.” eddie says, his own voice small.       

“hello? help me, please!” 

the same voice calls out as you all walk to the base of the stairs, looking up. 

carefully, you all walk up the dusty stairs, more cobwebs connecting the banister to the ceiling. each step creaks under your weights, almost drowning out the sound of someone's heavy breathing but not quite.

you all head towards the corridor which was where the voice seemed to be coming from, walking slowly down said corridor before stopping. there, at the end of it, lying on the floor of a room is a girl. she’s coughing and panting, dirt and dust covering her face and staining her bright yellow t-shirt.  

‘betty ripsom…’

before any of you could move again, she's pulled back and out of sight, screaming. “shit…” you mutter, slowly starting to follow richie and bill as they walk towards the room.                                                                                                

“eddie… y/n…” 

you turn around quickly, seeing that eddie has done the same and is looking at the other end of the corridor, this voice much deeper and more gravely. 

“what are you looking for…?” 

“guys… did you hear that?” he asks shakily. “yeah…” you whisper back. eddie quickly takes out his inhaler from his fanny pack and shakes it before using it, his breaths getting more scared and panicked. 

you’re both unable to take your eyes off the corridor, too anxious to turn around. “guys…” eddie’s voice is barely audible and you see a door open, the light from that room flooding the dark end of the passageway. upon getting no response you both finally turn around, just in time to see the door to the room they went in close with a squeal and bang. 

you both run towards it, frantic screams of “guys!” from eddie’s side and “open up!” from yours. just as you’re about to reach the door, the floor in front of you collapses, leaving a wide gaping hole, blocking you from your  friends. 

“what the fuck?” is all you hear eddie say, staring down into the room below you. 

suddenly you hear a sickening squelching sound, accompanied by “time to take your pill eddie.”, the thing responsible looking beyond grotesque as you both turn. 

you feel eddie grab your wrist and pull you with him as he faints backwards, through the hole and landing on the table placed below. your head aches, as does your back and legs, the impact causing you to see stars. you lift your head enough to see the fridge in front of the room open slowly, revealing the clown as it unbends and unfolds himself from the small area

the last thing you see is it standing upright, walking mockingly towards you and eddie, his screams for you to get up, fading away with your vision as you finally black out. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you watch in worry as eddie is forced into his mother’s car, her screaming and shouting that you were all monsters and that eddie was done with you all. the usual. she paused briefly seeing your and ben's beat up state but otherwise ignoring it, choosing to continue her shouting fit. 

as she pulls away and does a very dangerous and poor u-turn, you slowly sink to your knees, head pounding, arms and back aching. richie and stan help you to the ground, unwinding their arms from you, you losing the support they gave you moments ago. 

you were woken to the sounds of eddie’s scream, clearly not liking the way richie reset his broken arm. once the others saw you were awake, you were picked up frantically by richie and stan, dragged outside and away from neibolt before being consumed in a huge hug from the rest, them babbling about how they thought you were dead. 

now you sit in the middle of the road, head in between your knees as you try to stop the throbbing which causes you to see double. 

your mind goes back to your first encounter with pennywise, how the fear swallowed you whole, how timid and small it made you feel, how helpless you felt… you shudder at the memory. 

“no!” you snap out of it and look up at stan, his shouting surprising you. “no next time bill! you’re insane!” he continues. you stand up with a helping hand from mike, knowing that shits about to go downhill. 

“why? we all know no one else is going to do anything.” beverly defends, trying to convince him and well as the rest of you. 

“eddie and y/n were nearly killed! it broke his arm while she was this fucking close to being dead!” richie shouts at her, arms wildly waving in the direction eddie’s mom went and where you were standing. “and look at this motherfucker,” he gestures to the huge gash on ben’s stomach, shirt torn and blood covering him, “he’s leaking hamburger helper!” 

“we can’t pretend it’s going to go away. ben, you said it yourself, it comes back every 27 years.” beverly takes a step closer, now looking directly at ben and you can feel the tensions rising. 

“fine!” he replies smoothly, without hesitation, “i’ll be 40 and far away from here. i thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too?” her face contorts into one of determination and anger. “because i want to run towards something, not away.”

there's a brief pause before richie butts in, “i’m sorry, who invited molly ringwald into the group?” she glares at him and flips him off. “richie-” stan starts but doesn't have time to say anything else when he’s cut off by the boy in question. “i’m saying, let’s face facts. real world! georgie is dead. stop trying to get us killed too.” 

‘shit. shut up richie…’

you think as you mentaly facepalm at his idiotic comment. he tries to walk away but is stoped by a pissed off looking bill. “georgie’s not dead!” they glare at each other. “you couldn’t save him but you can still save yourself.” his attempt to walk away is yet again stopped as bill steps in front of him. “no. t-t-take it back! you’re scared and we all are but take it back!” 

he roughly pushes him back at his last words, a shocked gasp leaving your mouth, anger bubbling inside you. you don’t understand why you suddenly feel so protective over richie. maybe it’s the situation, maybe it’s because he helped save you… maybe it’s something more, you didn’t know and at this moment, you didn’t care. all you knew was that you were suddenly pissed at bill, missing brother or not. 

“what the fuck bill?” you find yourself saying, him looking at you in return. as he does, richie takes this as an opportunity to shove bill back but is soon sent to the ground as a punch is landed on his face. “bill!” beverly shouts. “you’re just a bunch of losers!” richie screams in frustration.

you rush to richie and help him up, tender hands holding his face, looking at the damage. he gently shakes you off though, trying to get back at bill but quickly being held back by stan and mike. “fuck off!” “richie stop!” stan urges. ben is holding bill back as the two boys try to go for each other, trashing against the grips on them. 

“fucking stop!” “stop!” you and beverly shout at them at the same time, getting in between the guys. they soon calm down enough to listen and knock their shouts off. “this is what it wants. it wants to divide us.” “you lot need to stop acting like 7 year olds and grow the hell up. cut the bullshit or you’ll end up getting us all killed!” you sternly say, richie looking down in shame and embarrassment when you look directly into his eyes. 

“we were all together when we heard it, that's why we’re still alive.” she reasons. “yeah? well i plan to keep it that way.” richie says and storms off, shouldering bill as he passes him. he gets his bike and calls to you, “c’mon y/n. i’ve got some bandages at my place.” gesturing to the cuts covering your face. 

you contemplate staying and helping bill but soon decide against it, the thought of facing it terrifying you. you smile softly at stan (a gesture richie doesn’t miss), nod towards the others and place a hand on bills shoulder as you get to him. “i won’t tell you to stop cause we both know it would do any good, so just… be careful ok? don’t get yourself killed over this, please.” he looks down, avoiding your gaze. 

reaching richie, you hop onto the back of his bike, arms wrapping themselves around his waist and you see stan following you, heading to his bike as well. 

you wave at him as richie starts to pedal, getting further away from the losers, further away from your friends, further away from your family. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

“richie-” he practically jumps off his bike before you have the chance to say anything else. he grabs your hand and drags you inside his house, up the stairs and into a bathroom, seating you on the basin as he mutters under his breath, clearly still fuming from his interaction with bill. 

“are you ok?” he asks after what feels like an eternity of silence. “yeah, i'm fine… just a little sore. what about you?” the frown on his face pretty much tells you all you need to know. 

he stares at you for a moment, eyes wandering your face and all the shallow scratches and dirt which cover it. his eyes stop on a pretty big gash on your forehead, hair sticking to it from the blood which oozes from the cut. 

raising his hand, he brushes your hair out your face, a shaky breath leaving him. “rich?” you quietly say. 

he hums, removes his hand from your face and opens the cabinet next to your head. he reaches inside and pulls out cotton balls, antiseptic and plasters. “what's up? cat got your tongue?” 

your weak attempt to lighten the mood works a bit as you see him give a small smile. “no, the losers.” he says simply and you keep quiet, waiting for him to snap and spill his guts like he always does, knowing that he can't keep his mouth shut. ever. 

he dabs the cotton balls with alcohol onto the cut on your forehead, you wincing in pain from the sting of it. 

“they all think they're so brave. especially bill. he walks into that crackhead house as if it's a daily occurrence and expects us all to follow like puppies or something.” he gets a clean cotton ball and repeats his previous actions on all your other cuts. 

“and he fucking put you in danger. you nearly died for fucks sake and there he was, wanting to go back and try again. and for what? to actually get someone killed? it's bullshit and we all know it but no one will say it to his face cause of georgie!” 

you sit patiently and listen as he rants while still helping you. the contrast of his harsh tone and words and the gentleness of his hands and how they carefully tend to your wounds is odd but you aren't complaining. 

“and then i get punched! after all i've done for him and all the times i stuck by his side, he fucking decks me!” he breathes heavily now, seeming to be in deep thought for a moment before mumbling, “they're both getting on my end nerves.” 

you don't think he meant for you to hear that last part but thanks to your close proximity, you do. 

“they? i thought it was just bill?” you ask, brows furrowing slightly. his eyes widen momentarily before playing it off. 

“it is just him.” you scoff at his words, not believing him. “don't bullshit me, rich.” he stays silent, avoiding eye contact as he turns to throw the used and dirty cotton balls in the bin. 

“spit it out already, four-eyes.” 

“spit what out? there's nothing i want to say.” he turns back to you and picks up the plaster, opening it. 

“oh c'mon. just tell me god dammit.” your voice has a hint of annoyance. you have a certain intolerance for people who refuse to say what they're thinking. you've never seen richie not say what's on his mind so his reluctance to tell you is odd. 

once he doesn't say anything, you grab his wrist. he's finished putting the plaster on you and so you keep him in place, staring him down. 

“who else is getting your panties in a twist like this?” you can see he's about to crack, his restraint slowly dissolving. 

“stan, alright! stan is!” he finally says. “stan?” you ask confused. “yes, stan. the two of you seem so close all of a sudden and-” 

“wait, are you jealous, tozier?” you cut him off, a ghost of a smirk on your lips. 

he gapes at you. “jealous? no, don't be fucking ridiculous. i'm just annoyed and you're spending more time with him than me.” he looks away from you. 

“so… you're jealous.” you state as a matter of fact. “ye- no! i… i don't know!” you gently let go of his wrist. “well there's no need to be jealous. you'll always be my best friend, regardless of how much time i spend with stanie boy.” 

your words don't seem to comfort him as he frowns. “i'll be your best friend and stan will be your boyfriend. i get it.” he says bitterly. 

“boyfriend? why the fuck would you think i want him as my boyfriend?” you're utterly lost, not understanding what's up with richie. 

“i've seen how you look at eachother. he becomes a blushing mess whenever you speak to him. he's fucking whipped and you probably are too! all your googly eyes aren't hard to miss.” he scoffs. 

“whipped? googly eyes? are you hearing yourself? i don't like stan that way! he's a good friend but that's as far as i want to go.” his eyes finally meet yours. “what?” he asks dumbly, all the anger draining from his face. 

“you heard me. stans sweet and all but i don't like him romantically. and either way, how is this any of your concern? why in god's name are you getting so worked up over it?” you frown. you had an idea but you didn't want to think about it, you didn't want to think of the possibility just to have your hopes crushed. 

‘because i want to be the one you want as your boyfriend.’ he thinks. 

your eyes widen and mouth opens to say something before closing again. his eyes soon widen to match yours, realising that he didn't just think that, he said it. 

“what?” you ask dumbly, not fully comprehending his words. “uh… nothing. nevermind. forget it.” he rushes out, trying to play it off as nothing. 

he quickly turns away and walks out the bathroom, leaving you sitting on the basin with a confused frown on your face. 

‘he was jealous because he actually likes me? do i like him…? and he wants to be more than friends but… do i want that? do i want him as more than a friend? do i? god, i don't know…’

your mind is clouded with thoughts of the boy, confused about where you stand and how you see him. yes, you loved him but until now you've never actually questioned the type of love you had for him. was it strictly platonic or was it more? 

you thought about how his mouth never stops running and how he's able to keep up with your remarks. you thought about how he never fails to make you laugh, how he's the highlight of your day. the way his curls frame his face and how his glasses make him look even more adorable. you thought about the way you always seemed to compare guys to him, the ones you liked and the ones who liked you, you compared them all to him, them all coming up short because no one could compare. you thought about how he always makes you feel special, seen, cared for… loved.  

‘loved? loved? jesus, do i really like him… do i love him?’

you shake your head in an attempt to clear it and jump down from your sitting position, walking quickly out the bathroom and heading to his room where he most likely ran off to. 

reaching the doorway, you see him standing by his window, head resting against the glass as his glasses and the window fog up. 

the way the sunlight falls into his face and accentuates his features doesn't help your internal battle over your true feelings for the trashmouth. 

you speak up. “richie, c'mon.” he doesn't even look at you as he responds. “i fucked everything up, didn't i?” “what do you mean?” you walk and stand next to him, looking out the window. 

“everything. i mean, you're my best friend and i probably fucked things up and made them awkward now.” he sighs. 

“why do you think you've made things awkward?” you gently ask, trying to get a better understanding of his feelings as well as your own in the process. 

he picks his head up from the window. “because i went and basically said i like you!” his cheeks are red and you tilt your head. “well do you-” you start and he opens his mouth but nothing comes out so you continue,, “like me, that is?” 

“well obviously, yeah. you're my best friend.” he shrugs. “and as more than a friend?” you ask softly. he looks down and shifts on his feet, muttering something under his breath. “i'm not a fucking superhuman y'know? i can't hear what you're saying.” you smile at him. 

he looks at you and smiles a bit before clearing his throat and trying again. “i said: ‘isn't it obvious?’” 

you think for a moment and come to the conclusion that you feel the same, you like your best friend and he likes you back. 

“well then, how are things awkward between us?” you ask and he looks at you in bewilderment. “i don't get it…” he shakes his head. 

“surely things only would've been awkward if the feelings were one-sided?” you smile at him and he frowns once more. “what?” now he's the one that can't comprehend your words. 

“you say you've made things awkward but actually, you haven't. they would've been awkward if i didn't feel the same but here i am, admitting that i do. therefore, things aren't awkward and you didn't fuck anything up.” you explain, the nonchalant undertone in your voice making him do a double take. 

“oh.” he breathes. “oh? that's all you have to say? damn, the trashmouth can be at a loss for words. who would've thought?” you smirk at him. 

“i'm not ‘at a loss of words.’” “alright, then say someth-” 

your sentence is cut off as richie closes the gap between you two and presses his lips against yours. his action surprises you but you're definitely not complaining. you kiss him back instantly and pull away after a few seconds, huge, bashful smiles on both your faces. 

“holy shit.” you laugh at his words. “yeah.” you agree. “can we do that again?” he asks, looking at you with puppy eyes. 

“calm down tiger, easy now.” you scoff and punch his arm mockingly. he pouts and you roll your eyes before leaning in again. he smiles widely and just as your lips are about to connect, you swerve to the side and place a kiss on his cheek. 

“that's not fair.” he whines. “shame.” you say simply. he smiles softly at you and pulls you towards him, arms wrapping around you as you bury your head in his neck, embracing the boy. 

“so… about that boyfriend comment…” you start and he cuts you off. “yes.” you pull back to look at him. “yes?” you ask confused. “yes, i accept your offer of being your boyfriend.” he smiles cheekily. 

“ok, firstly, i didn't necessarily offer anything. secondly, i'm suddenly regretting my decision.” he blinks. “so… you don't want me to be your boyfriend?” you shake your head. “unbelievable.” you mutter before speaking up. “well, seeing as you're so keen now, i suppose it wouldn't hurt.” 

“great! now you're stuck with me, toots.” he places a wet kiss on your cheek and pushes you on his bed, crawling next to you and cuddling into your side. 

“stuck with you?” he hums, “yip. forever, no matter what.” you smile. “i can live with that.” 

and he was right. you were stuck with him. 

when bill approached you both in the arcade, saying that it had beverly, you stuck beside each other. when you were nearly killed by bowers or when it confronted you, you were there for one another. 

even as you grew older and moved out of the shit hole derry was, you were together. 

the day you got the call from mike was the day all the memories started to flood back. you remembered more than you thought you could've. all the nights you and richie spent together, the days you and the losers would hang around by the quarry, the times you and beverly would sneak out of class to have a smoke… and when you were nearly killed by the clown, by it. 

you remembered it all and so did richie. even when you were a nervous wreck thinking about what you had to do, you did it together, holding and comforting each other. 

you were together when you fought it the first time and you were together the second time. 

you would always be together.

— — — — — X — — — — —

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #it #the losers club #richie trashmouth #richie trashmouth tozier #the losers #the losers x reader #the losers club x reader #richie tozier x fem!reader #the losers x fem!reader #angst #fluff #fem!reader

[yuwuta]

satoru puts his glasses on your face whenever he thinks you’re giving him bedroom eyes in public bc he really cannot stand to think about it or you for too long or he’ll be walking around hard in his pants for the rest of the day. the thing is, you’re not even trying half the time, but that doesn’t stop him—you flirt with him a bit too much, bat your lashes the wrong way, or even smile at him a little too long and he’s already feeling warm in the face and satoru knows he doesn’t have the self control to stop his thoughts so he has to stop you. he’ll promptly stick his sunglasses on your face and turn away with a sigh like they’re some kind of last minute sexual deterrent. 

it’s not because then, if satoru thinks too hard, he gets stuck on the image of you in his glasses, of you in his clothes, of you in anything that belongs to him and that’s way worse then you smiling prettily at him or saying his name or touching his arm. so, then he has to kiss you, and then take his glasses back, so he has something to hide the burning blush on his face.

#weak pathetic in love loser boy satoru incoming!!!!! #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo fluff #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #💌.satoru

[azzo0]

Most people keep a picture of their beloved ones in their wallet, but Bakugo Katsuki has the wrapper of the first chocolate you gave him. Yes, a wrapper. 

He still remembers it clear as day. You guys were still in your first year of UA, and he was glaring at you, or so you thought, but he was just trying not to blush as he watched you. You assumed he was staring at you because you had a packet of chocolates on the table in front of you. 

"If you wanted chocolate, you could've asked," you grinned, giving him a chocolate, blissfully unaware of the effect it had on his poor heart.  

Katsuki, who hated chocolates, found himself grumbling and accepting it. He unconsciously played with the wrapper for a few hours until he kept it in his wallet. 

He's changed a lot of wallets in the span of ten years after that, but the wrapper still remains. The once bright cardinal colour has faded into a muted shade. Its crispy wrapper is now soft with rough edges after being kept in leather for so long. It will remain hidden in his wallet, making him smile whenever his eyes land on it. 

Because it was the first-ever chocolate he'd received from his precious wife. 

#he's such a loser #i love him so much #*sobs in a corner* #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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[whateveriwant]

Please don't kill me for this sjhsklalfsjdskh

Simon Riley sex on legs this. Simon Riley rock your world that. What about Simon Riley who's bad at sex, huh? What about clumsy, inexperienced Simon? What about awkward, all thumbs, ‘Fuckin’ Christ, even animals know how to do this’ Simon? Hmmmm??? Why don't you chew on that for a bit?

Simon who almost breaks both your noses as he leans in too eagerly to kiss you. Simon who has no clue how to sext, so you're left with a string of incomprehensible horny emojis you have to decipher like it's the Rosetta Stone. Simon who uses so much lube you’d think his dick’s made of sandpaper. Simon who watches a little porn to work on his “technique”, and ends up adopting the cringy bits of dialogue into his own speech. Simon who tries opening the condom wrapper with his teeth, only to tear through the latex itself, twice. Simon who doesn't even attempt to hide the little pfft pfft he does after he gets one of your pubic hairs stuck in his mouth. Simon who keeps accidentally slipping out of you, and then missing every time he tries to re-enter. Simon who cums after only six and a half strokes in, because you just feel that good wrapped around him. Simon who changes his pace right as you're about to finish, none the wiser as he ruins your orgasm. Simon whose sense of rhythm can only be described as that of a deaf monkey banging on a set of drums.

Simon who doesn't really know what he's doing when it comes to sex, but that isn't the point. What matters is not that he's bad in bed, but that he wants to get better. For you. With you.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #cod smut #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #i'll take cringe loser boy simon with a side of fries please

[riaki]

ur highschool bully gojo was chefs kiss 💋 what do u think about them going to the same college and taking the same classes?? and the reader sitting next/talking to some other guy and satoru gets jealous?? arwahhhshdhshshs so many possibilities, i hope u continue writing it!!

hi nonnie !! thank you so much :) this is ur official part 2 ! i was struggling to think up some possibilities but this helped a lot :oo | read part 1 here ! -> cw: swearing, jealousy, i let it get fic length oops

(former) highschoolbully!gojo on the brain again… like. when you end up seeing him again however many months later, and you can tell that he’s changed. it’s not like its immediately obvious to anyone who doesn’t really know him like you (used to); but he’s a little softer-spoken and his smiles seem nine times more genuine. it’s not a hundred percent; the kind that really lights up his face instead of just barely falling short of his stark blue eyes, but it's something.

of course, you have nothing to base it off of, because when you do inevitably see him again it's the very definition of meet ugly.

college is a new frontier, but its also a clean slate. its your first time going into something so new without your old bestfriend at your side, but some faint flickering thought reminds you that it might be better that way. but the universe is against you from the very first day, when youre gettin yourself some coffee from the same chain you did the morning of that fateful presentation so many moons ago. you're too busy thinking to yourself what kind of strange parting ritual it is to relive your trauma to notice the lanky, white-haired boy who hits his head on the chiming bell over the doorway. people are giggling around you n sighing dreamily but youre too deep in the music pumping through your headphones to notice and your eyes are glued to the class schedule on your phone, trying to ensure you dont get lost on the first day when—

you blink and your ass is flat on the dirty floor of the coffee shop, and the first thing you register is that your stomach is soaked and burning. you'd spilled your coffee. it takes you a moment to realize, but when you do you're pissed. so you quickly get to your feet, trying to reign in what little of your ego you have left to give the offender who bumped into you a piece of your mind as you look up, then..

how unlucky do you have to be?

just like that, satoru's slid himself back into your life, after ramming through its locked gates. you forget that he always forgets the point of keys, both when it comes to his apartment (which you still have the spare key of in case of emergencies), and the door to your heart. to rub salt in the wound, the only thing that's stained with your coffee order are his shoes, which look like they cost three weeks of your old job salary, but it's all over your shirt. of course it is. because why not? make it look like you tripped and fell into a patch of mud on your way to the lecture hall and tack on an unwelcome reunion with your ex-bestfriend.

to you, it's like the cloud of gloom from your highschool youth has resettled over your head like a swarm of gnats on a dreary, hot summer day. the stars always seem to skew and misalign themselves for you. but for satoru, the stars have handed him one of those huge swirly lollipops that you only ever see being paraded about by toddlers. he recovers almost instantly, trading the burn on his feet and the way it sours your expression like he's just squirted pure citric acid into your throat for a pleasant burn of his own on his cheeks. but it's whatever. girls seem to like it when he blushes, for some reason. he won't question it, if it works on the only one he cares about.

he holds his hand out, ready to help you out like the good samaritan he's become— and it's like a real burn to his heart this time when you ignore it and stand up on your own, refusing to look up and meet his pleading gaze. might as well have taken an iron stoker right out of the fire and jabbed him with it. but he's gojo satoru! he won't be defeated by this one mere, maybe very significant reunion. he's got stamina.

so he offers to buy you a new drink, feels his heart sink when you shake your head (can't even spare a little 'no' in his direction), and talks enough for the both of you when you leave the dingy little store make your way down to campus and the lecture building. you clearly don't want to see him, but he ignores that in exchange to notice the way you shiver every so often. the previously searing-hot coffee that stains your shirt turns cold fast, and moisture n wind don't mix well. he wishes he could offer you some of his own warm coffee, no doubt sickeningly sweet, but he has some sensitivity now, apparently. so, in a brash moment, he decides to take his blazer off and drape it over your shoulders instead.

when you cross the threshold between city and campus, you expect him to yank it off your back and be on his merry way. but he keeps walking next to you, so you walk a little faster, and you absolutely loathe the cheeky little grin that curves the corners of his lips up to show a glint of teeth when he effortlessly keeps up. you curse his long legs when you find yourself winded, but at least you can lose him when you get there.

or, that's what you think. once again, your constellations break themselves to rebuild anew for satoru. you're about to call him a stalker when he follows you all the way to your classroom with that smirk that's growing exponentially until— oh, no.

your phone that's been on the schedule up until now desperately scrolls to the roster— and there it is. he's in your class. needless to say, not another word goes between you as you stomp in and take a seat. luckily for you, you've already corresponded with your roommate's brother (who's annoyingly cute, satoru notices) and agreed to sit next to each other. satoru takes the seat right above you and never stops kicking his freakishly long legs against the wood the entire time.

so yeah, it's obvious he's not a saint; he still has that undoable ego and he's cocky as fuck (as you have the misfortune of finding out when he quickly bullies your professor), but there's a certain familiarity in that no matter how ugly it might appear to others. and if you asked (which he really, really hopes you will someday), he doesn't hang around douchebags who use kids' foreheads for ashtrays and treat girls like they're candy from a glittery pez dispenser. and at least he's switched harassment targets. even though he has an overwhelming sense of superiority over others and never has his lips together for more than five seconds, and even though he has this hellish habit of clicking his pen whenever he's not talking (or when someone else is), it seems like he's changed.

and over time, you gradually find yourself warming up to him. the spunkiness that used to get on your nerves ceaselessly becomes an object of endearment, and you don't really mind the way he never seems to stop moving anymore. it's a nice sort of distraction in the lifeless still of the lecture hall, albeit the pen clicking still drives you near insanity. you notice he always does it obnoxiously and quickly when you're talking to your roommate's brother, but you ignore it.

and for satoru? he hates that he can kinda sorta really tell that you're the only one who can read him like he's a damn book, cus you slowly start to soften up in the nostalgia of his presence like cold playdough between warm fingers that tell you he may have finally caught you again after letting you slip the first time. and he notices it. this time, he's determined not to let you be the one that got away again. but youre really giving him a shit time outta it with the way you constantly entertain the guy who always has his breath in your face.

yeah, he's got a cute face that's sunkissed by freckles. yeah, his hair looks like he models for shampoo companies. and fuck, he has a nice voice. but what of it? satoru's the one with the mesmerizing blue irises and the cloudy white hair your professor wishes he had instead of sad little wisps of old age. still, as chilly days turn into frigid weeks, he gets the perfect backseat angle of the growing relationship between the two of you. the boy's kinda dumb so you copy off of satoru’s work when you need to (he has to hide the 1-0 scoreboard between him and the guy on a sticky note from you when you take his notes), but said guy’s always buying you stuff and lending you erasers and laughing when you flick the shavings at the annoying girl who never stops whispering in the front of the room.

satoru tries to act unbothered, and he almost convinces everyone. including himself. but the angry, burning knot in his chest that's entirely different from coffee stains suggests something more. that should be him at your side. him, making balls of paper with rude scribbles and silly doodles to throw at the people he knows you don't like. him, surprising you with little gifts and the cheap trinkets he knows you adore so much instead of all the luxury things he could afford. there's no way this punk could possibly measure up to him, right? but at least you and satoru are well on your way to becoming friends again. not as close as you used to be, but it's something. substantial. and he's learned to be patient in the time you've been gone.

but he'd be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't tired of it. he’s endlessly plagued with thoughts of increasing intensity— first, it starts out with just you. only you. the way he likes it. the way he likes your face, and your pretty eyes and your gorgeous lips and your soft hair and your figure and the complimenting clothes you wear. but it takes a turn; thoughts turn into dreams that turn into fantasies and he's lying when he says he doesn't enjoy them when he accidentally lets it slip during a group study session— and it’s all fine— but then, that guy appears. the brat who seems to sit a centimeter closer to you with each coming day. not only does he haunt satoru in real life, he’s tormenting his dreams, too. tainting the image of beautiful you.

needless to say, satoru starts to wake up with his hands gripping his damp pillow like he's choking it, acutely aware of the sweat sliding down his neck and over his chest as he stares up at the ceiling, listening to the dorm's air conditioner run and thinking of what it'd be like for dreams (the ones where he replaces the boy) to become reality.

it's a buildup. and soon, he reaches the apex; it's like a rollercoaster, that stomach-twisting moment when you reach the top of the rail that points to the steep descent downward. but this time, he hopes it's a thrill he gets instead of the usual falling fright; the one he got when he realized he’d slipped between your fingers in highschool.

and satoru finally comes to a grinding halt at the top of the ride one breezy fall day when he decides he wants you back in his life after you smile brightly at him and wave goodbye for the day. he’s tired of you having one foot in and one foot out of his heart; he wants, needs more. he always has, he realizes.

so he’s thinking about you and how to approach the feelings he’s realized during those long lectures, and one morning he comes up with some semblance of a plan when he’s high on the sugar from the fruit tea you bought him that morning. and he hopes that, by the end of it, he'll leave your apartment with your hand in his currently empty one, chilled with the remnants of cold condensation from the bottle.

soon enough, satoru finds himself extinguishing his nerves and raising a tense fist to knock on the door with nothing but the clothes on his back and a flimsy plan to ask you out on a midterm study sesh and maybe even a date, but he stops when he realizes it’s slightly ajar. a brief thought of what look might be on your face when he surprises you crosses his mind, so he lets himself in quietly, because he knows every single floorboard that creaks like the back of his palm from his childhood. he’s hit with a wave of warmth and an achingly familiar scent that twists at his heart, and your apartment is cozy and safe and it screams you and he thinks he catches sight of his jacket slung across the back of the couch in your living room, but he’s not sure so he takes a step forward and—

he’s greeted with the sight of that stupid guy with the nice hair and the freckles, and it makes his heart drop. but even worse, he’s kissing you and his arms are winding around your waist but you’re kissing him back with a slight hesitation that’s blinded to satoru by his shock and the fingers he thought would end up in his own tonight card through the boy’s hair and your lips glisten with the strawberry-kiwi flavored gloss he watched the boy give you a few days back and his world is turning red and he feels like his throat is constricting and he can’t breathe—

and he doesn’t even realize you’ve parted lips and you’re calling his name through the newfound tightness of his chest and the painful ringing in his ears thats even louder than any silence of a lecture hall, or the void that should’ve been filled with your voice during the time you were apart. but now satoru realizes he’d take that any fucking chance to have that again because it’s so much better than what he’s stuck with now. having you, but not really having you, because you’re there but you’re someone else’s and you’re not his and he isn’t yours. the best thing he could ever hope for was for you to own an article of his clothing and a piece of his shattered heart, broken into a million fragments. some cruel voice in his buzzing head reminds him to change the scoreboard to 0-100.

and he could buy you cheap hot coffee or earn your smiles from scrunched up paper balls or even hear your laugh with crude jokes, but there’s no point when he realizes he can’t buy you with caffeine or earn you with hitting the back of people’s heads with his bio notes or have you and your laugh all to himself anymore.

it’s almost pathetic, the way satoru’s voice cracks and changes. the look of unadulterated concern on the face of the boy who stole your lips just adds fuel to the fire.

“gojo? what are you doing here— hey, are you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

he noticed you’d stopped calling him satoru a few weeks back. he should’ve seen it coming.

“huh? oh, yeah. i’m good. i think you’re the one hallucinating.”

he’d never told a bigger lie in his life.

satoru had left after excusing himself for intruding. how very unlike him to be so polite, you think.

so in the end, he leaves your apartment with something in his hand, after all. but it's not your own— just his blazer that you’d given back to him before he stepped out the door, taunting him with the faint scent of coffee and lingering perfume. his hope was foolish, so it seems. it’s too bad, he thinks. if it were him, he would’ve sandwiched you against your counter while he kissed. but it wasn’t. apparently, it was your turn for your stars to align at the price of his.

and so, gojo satoru, the boy force-turned man with a chipped ego and a completely broken heart, loses you again.

bonus bonus.. part 2….

#here u go. yes!! u!!!!!! sorry it got long #thank you guys for the reception on the last part literally checking tumblr religiously the rbs and comments made me feel like floating #yea hes a hopeless loser srry i dont make the rules #ABND I TRIED TO HOLD HERRR but there was nothing i could do to stop her from cutting her beautiful blue hair off 🐐🐐 #gojo satoru #gojo angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo jjk #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #did not proofread b i hope it’s good 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ #actually i j realized the coffee campus intro part is similar to another fic i’ve read sorry if u noticed that it was on my subconscious 😞 #billet-doux

[konigsblog]

cw: dub-con 🔞

loser-könig who eats pussy for the first time, slobbering all over himself, and cumming all in his boxers before you're even nearing your first orgasm.

he'll get insecure and aggressive, huffing and puffing as he forces his cum-soaked boxers into your wet mouth, stuffing your little mouth to stifle your moans as he jerks off to the sight of your glistening pussy — no longer stimulating your sensitive clit through bitterness and embarrassment, instead getting off and forcing you to stare at his bulbous, glossy and leaking cock against your heat whilst he strokes himself gently.

loser-könig who will hump you 24/7, ‘til he's squirting hot strings of his milky release all over his boxers, covering himself, and your panties, in his white arousal. you're squirming against his firm grip as he buries his fingers deep inside your pretty pussy, swollen folds and your clit overstimulated, getting you off whilst drooling against your bare neck like a weirdo.

loser-könig who humps your pillow whilst flicking through porn magazines, rubbing his hung and throbbing dick against the soft sheets, his balls heavy and full with his white cum, spurted all over your pillow as he gets off to the pornography.

loser-könig who tries to get you to re-enact some pornos with him, but he'll end up forgetting what he's supposed to be doing, hammering into you brutally!

#orla speaks #loser könig #loser e-dater könig :3 #könig x reader #könig x you #konig x reader #konig x you #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig smut #könig smut #tw: dubcon

[gremlingottoosilly]

MessageTherapist!Reader and PervLoser!Konig. He moans like a slut at the slightest touch and uses a tiny towel to hide his huge erection. But he offers to leave a huge tip if reader jerks him off.

You have a sexual harassment policy in your massage practice. You also have a debt you have to pay off if you really want to become loan-free before going into retirement. Konig makes you want to implement the first thing, but then the second one reminds you on why you still massage this guy's stress out even though he barely bothers to contain his moans as you touch his lower back and the tense muscles closer to his ass. Perfect, beautiful ass, only even blemished by a few scars and some bullet marks - but otherwise, touching it is heaven. It's firm, round, a whole fucking bakery for you to explore, and you kinda hate yourself for focusing too much on his ass, on his broad shoulders and all the tensity in his beautiful figure, but, then again, he is also sexually harassing you. You can harass him back, it's only fair. He leaves tips every time you make sure to press your hands in the middle of his back, releasing tension he had for years. You know he is a soldier, constantly carrying heavy weight and training to kill - you can see it in the muscles of his arms, always tense, always ready to snap. You ask him to relax and he can't, always making your job difficult - so you press a bit lower, touching and groping, hoping he would finally relax. It's a bit of a savior complex, a charity case - Konig needs something more to relax, so you drop your hands even lower. Caressing his balls as you ask him to turn around slightly, finally giving up. Knowing the guy, his choked moans and groans of pleasure as you jerk him off with a bottle of massage oil you always have on hand, he would give you a down payment on a house if you manage to jerk him off. You really need that money. Konig only ever relaxes after he cums - so you start jerking him off at the start of your sessions, making sure he is nice and limp in your hold. He pays you double after this - and triple if you let him lay in your arms for a bit longer. It's funny how such a big guy just needed someone to hold him, but you're trying your best to contain your fear. He is harmless, you think. Just a bit too obsessive.

#konig x reader #cod #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #loser!konig

[too-deviant]

mdni 🃏

• luke castellan who always has his hand in your back pocket

• luke castellan who looooves forehead kisses

• luke castellan who is always rearing to get you alone

• and finally manages to pull you away by your belt loop during the campfire

• luke castellan who is, above all else, an ass man

• his hands are always there. squeezing and kneading. he lives off it.

• never in front of the kids ofc

• but whenever he can get you alone, he will

• luke castellan who bites your collarbones

• luke castellan who loves the look of those lacy panties and can’t stand seeing them discarded

• so he pulls them aside and runs his fingertips over the edges as he fucks you

• luke castellan who loves it when your hands are in his hair, running through his curls

• pulling on them

• luke castellan who eaaats it

• like a man starved

• hands gripping your thighs

• he’d be okay if you suffocated him, in all honesty

• a hero’s fate!

#this is my first writing post pls go easy on me #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan is a loser and i love him #i love silly oneshots #pjo #luke castellan smut

[bagerfluff]

I Can't Touch You (Cause Your A Ghost)

Stanley Uris x Male Reader

Prompt - Ghost Au

Stanley stretched as he walked out of the bedroom to get himself a cup of tea. But when he entered the kitchen he noticed that all of the cabinets and drawers were open. “Really Y/n!” Stan yelled out as he started to close them. Seemingly out of nowhere a light blue and transparent figure appeared on the kitchen island.

“You know I get bored, Stan” Y/n said as he jumped down and started helping Stan. Stan sighed. Despite living with Y/n for a few years and dating him for a couple months, Stan would never understand the ghost. He was literally a ghost, he could go anywhere in the world. But he chose to stay and annoy Stan. 

Stan wondered why he did that. Y/n could go anywhere and do anything. But he chose to live with Stan, hell he chose to date Stan. A human. When Y/n could date another ghost. Someone that he could actually touch. Stan sighed. Again. How was he so good at turning a good day into a bad day? Stan had been wondering about that ever since they started dating.

It always made Stan sad when he thought about it. But he never told Y/n, he didn't want him to worry about him. Stan had a frown on his face for the rest of his morning routine and it didn’t go unnoticed by his ghost boyfriend. “You okay Love?” Y/n asked right before Stan left. Stan turned around to look at Y/n then down at his watch.

“I’m wondering why you're dating me?” Stan said once he realized he could spare a few minutes. But only a few. “Why?” Y/n asked, getting up from the couch and walking over to Stan. “Because you could have anyone but you chose me” Stan stated. Fully turning his body to face Y/n. “It’s because I love you”

Y/n stated. Y/n tried to reach out to grab Stan's hand but Y/n pulled his arm back once he realized he couldn’t. This didn’t go unnoticed by Stan. “That’s why” Stan whispered. Before looking at his watch. “I have to leave” Stan said as he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

Y/n tried to call out to him but Stan didn’t hear him. Leaving Y/n standing there at the door, staring at his hand.

Y/n spent the rest of the day sad. Y/n knew that he couldn’t touch Stan. But he thought he made it clear that he didn’t care about that. He thought Stan didn’t care either. Guess he was wrong. But how long has Stan been feeling like this? Y/n wondered how long Stan was keeping things bottled up. Did Stan think Y/n didn’t love him? They hadn’t told each other that they love each other but Y/n loved Stan. He loved Stan more than anything.

And the thought of losing Stan hurts Y/n more than when Y/n died. So when Stan walked through the door Y/n said it. “I love you”. When Y/n said it Stan froze and looked over at Y/n. “I love you more than anything” Y/n said while walking closer. “And I’ll tell you that again and again till you believe me” Y/n finished when he was in front of Stan. Stan smiled as tears slowly fell down his face. “I love you too,” Stan said.

Y/n reached up and whipped a tear of Stan’s face. Making Stan confused. Ghost couldn't touch living beings. But Y/n smiled as he spoke. “Maybe things aren’t what you think”.

#lgbtq #it 2017 #it x reader #it book #it 2017 x male reader #it #stanley uris x reader #stanley uris x male reader #stanley uris #stan uris #stan uris x reader #the losers x male reader #the losers x reader #the losers fanfiction #the losers club

[heartfullofleeches]

Loser Reader gets kidnapped by a cult believing they would make for the ideal virgin sacrifice as the cultists conclude from their master's visions, but spoiler alert the dead god just wants to show the cultists the human it had mated itself too and has spent many nights with in their eternal slumber. Reader's not a virgin if they're having sex with an all powerful deity in their sleep - right? Yan God concretes their status as impure by possessing the cult leader and making love to their bethroned before their flesh is sacrificed. Reader is confused as hell through this whole ordeal and all the wild dreams they've been having - but they get laid in the end and don't end up with their heart on a stick so everyone wins in the end... Except the cultists who may have been a little too rough with reader in transport

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere god #loser reader

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

dr ratio seems like the type to piss you off just to make you manhandle him and have your way with him, after all he'd rather die than admit he fantasizes about you fucking him until he's nothing but a dumb little slut <3

dr ratio is a haughty, know-it-all asshole that sees himself as above these carnal desires. he's far better than the idiots who throw themselves into meaningless relationships just because of a few sloppy orgasms and getting inebriated on dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin. he prattled on and on about the idiocracy of those around him, and you're his new favorite target, it seems. everything you do, he finds a new way to patronize and look down upon you for doing it "incorrectly" as he put it. even if you solved a math formula with a different method but ultimately got the correct answer, he'd snottily chastise you—it was unfair, he never did this to anybody else but you! it isn't until dr ratio corners you in an unused room, that you decide he needs to learn to stay in his lane and shut his mouth for once.

"don't—hic—i-i can't take—" he stops babbling when you push yourself further into his ass, mouth hung open in a silent scream as you continue to press his oversensitive walls in all the right ways. enough to snap dr ratio from his stupefied daze to suck in a sharp intake of air and start moaning like a dumb little slut. he's loud, moans rising in their pitch—nearly to the degree where you knew he was getting off being manhandled like some cheap toy. with a hand tangled in his soft locks and pulling hard—he cries louder when you do that and wiggles his hips in that cute needy way. his head's spinning, but it feels so good. he's being utterly violated by you like a whore, but it feels so incredible. he shrieks when he feels the stinging slap of your palm against his bouncing ass, and even more blood somehow rushes to his dick. he's losing his fucking mind right now, the nerve of you—! "you, i-i'll get yo—oh! right there, right thererightthererightthere..!♡" dr ratio feels his soul leaving his body as he cums with a loud shriek of your name, thick load being shot out so fast that the aftershocks feel painful. he can't think, he can't think about anything at all. he can only think about the thick weight of you inside his walls, and that he needs to fucked until he's a dumb little slut. just, just one more round wouldn't hurt...♡

#lati thirsts #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #sub honkai star rail #sub hsr #dr ratio #hsr dr ratio #dr ratio hsr #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio smut #sub dr ratio #made this with pegging in mind but you can imagine using your dick on this stupid loser <33

[matchamiko]

Teaching Dabi how to eat pussy the way you like it but he’s so desperately sloppy and messy about it that you just hump his face with one hand gripping his hair and the other tight on your own throat.

He’s inexperienced, mostly, he doesn’t give often if not at all to the partners he’s had in the past, few and far between; but then you came along and all of a sudden he’s offering and begging and demanding. He’s so used to seeing pussy eating in porn, in magazines that he’s got no rhythm, no method, no thought behind his guzzling and slurping and biting. So when you anchor yourself to him with a frustrated little whine, lifting your hips and grinding smoothly and sweetly against his tongue and his nose; Touya swears sees new colours and hears new sounds. The wet click of your cunt against his lips and chin, the shuddering of your thighs either side of his head, your mumbles and gasps against your constricted throat, and your encouraging praises of him just staying right there, just like that Touya. He cums loud and wet as he looks up at you through his lashes, half angry that you’re not teaching him like you said but half insane over the state of you, using him to your heart’s content.

#I have no energy to write anything long:(( m so tired and broke and sad #anyways u need to teach him because he’s a loser #dabi x reader #Dabi smut #bnha smut #Touya Todoroki smut #touya todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha smut

[dumblilb]

Clingy!Ellie Headcanons

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

(Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, oral and fingering (r!receiving), masturbation, weed, fluff, loser!Ellie )

(A/N: I’ve never done headcanons before so this might suck LMAO )

* She likes to claim she’s fully independent. That she has a grip on everything. But the way she clings onto you when she gets home from work is a different story.

* She’ll walk through the door, putting her bag down, removing her shoes. And she will start to complain about her day. Making a big fuss about how stupid the people she works with are.

* But the second you grip her shoulder and bring her into your arms, she melts. Not wanting to let you go.

* If she wants to shower, she wants you in there with her. If you lay down to rest, she’s laying on your chest humming to the beat of your heart.

* She gets really needy. Always begging for you to touch her. She’ll show up at your work on her break and drag you to the back of her truck.

* Mumbling lustful remarks in the crook of your neck as she pounds her fingers into your cunt.

* You leave nail marks and scratches on her back and she loves it. She’ll stand in front of the mirror in your bathroom and look at them with a big stupid grin on her face.

* You just roll your eyes as she walks over to you. Placing kisses down your neck.

* She likes to get high and listen to you ramble about your day. She tilts her head and takes in how pretty you look when you’re focused. She loves when you stop mid sentence and realize she has been staring. You just sigh and grab the blunt from her fingers.

* She runs her fingers across your thigh as you let out a puff of smoke. She pulls you up from the couch and walks to bed.

* She loves to watch you get comfortable under her touch. She’s lay you down and help you get settled. Slowly taking your pants off she places kisses to your inner thighs feeling the wet spot on your panties with her thumb.

* She teases you. Looking up and you with a smile. “So wet already? I haven’t even done anything yet.” She moves your underwear over and starts giving soft kisses to your core.

* She’s obsessed with the noises you make. Whining and begging for her. You grip her hair and push her face deeper into your cunt. Her tongue moves rapidly making a loud moan leave your lips. Your legs shake as she comes up to kiss you.

* Pussy drunk. That’s the only way to describe the look in her eyes. She leaves the taste of you on your own lips and travels it down to your chest.

* There were times you’d catch her playing with herself. Eyes closed tight, whimpering your name as she clenches around her own fingers. You wouldn’t let her know you where there till she finishes. She would lay there heavy breathing and you’d walk over. Kissing her forehead. She’d groan and complain about how embarrassing it was. But you just smile and ask if she wants to actually feel good.

* She likes to steal your clothes and wear them around the house if you’re out. She’ll spray your perfume and try to relax. Playing video games till you come home. You smell your sent as you walk in causing you to roll your eyes. Sitting down on the couch next to her. Resting your head on her shoulder. Causing her to lean in.

* She says soft ‘I love you’s and kisses your cheek. Turning the tv off and holding you tight.

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