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willreigns · 9 months ago

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Summer Heat

It’s the middle of the night and it’s hot. Levi can’t get the thought of you bouncing on his cock out of his mind.

CW: Levi x fem!reader, needy!Levi, pwp (?), established relationship, edging, masturbation, sub!Levi, bottom!Levi.

A/N: Sorry, I love soft, subby Levi. Also, I thought fall weather was finally here and today the humidity has returned T_T. It feels like summer again. 1.2k~ words of smut.

Also, anyone else like turning on the AC so that it’s so cold you can use a blanket to sleep?

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

There was a certain restlessness that plagued Levi tonight.

He couldn’t tell if it was the humidity that lingered in your small room or if it was the blaring sight of the numbers on the clock on your nightstand. You grew cold so quickly as soon as he turned on the air conditioner, so he refrained from turning it on too often in the middle of the night, much to his dismay. The blanket that covered the both of you only made things stuffier, but again he complied only because it was you.

Humidity or it was the glimpse he caught of your sleeping form beneath the covers, legs appearing divine beneath the soft fabric of an oversized t-shirt, the hem of it hiked up and underwear on full display.

It wasn’t anything particularly sexy, but given that you and Levi have only up until recently embarked on the more sexual side of your relationship, it had him sweating profusely. Levi willed the thoughts away, but ever since you’ve sheathed yourself on his cock for the first time, he couldn’t help but want you anywhere and everywhere.

He looked at your face, snoring softly, lips slight agape.

The things your mouth has done to him.

It was fascinating just how quickly that mouth has worked him up. It didn’t make more than the sight of you right now to have his cock twitching and aching, begging to be touched.

He scoffed at himself.

He was acting undisciplined and impulsive. He hated it. So needy, so ferociously and passionately needy.

Levi tossed and turned, before finally giving up; embarrassment and shame settling momentarily in his bones, before he finally let desperation win. He didn’t want to bother you, he couldn’t bother you, especially not at this ungodly hour.

Past the hem of his pants, the waistband of his boxers, he finally gripped his leaking semi-hard cock, breath hitching as he did.

It was hot, too hot, as he languidly pumped, the humidity of your apartment creating a sheen of sweat to form beneath the wisps of his bangs. He hated it, it felt disgustingly humid, and yet the image of your lips around his cock, the image of you on top of him, forced him to push through. He imagined your soft praises, your god yes and your breathy huffs of just like that.

Levi bit his bottom lip, focusing hard on your soft snoring, about to cum when he forced his hand to stop, right at the edge to prolong the feeling. Yes, you would be proud, eyes filled with admiration that he still fought hard to get accustomed to. He let out a soft sigh as he wounded and unwounded himself.

One hand comes to desperately shove his sweatpants and briefs down, only enough for his cock to spring free. His other hand comes to find the remote to your AC unit, turning it on so that the humming can disguise some of the throaty sounds that escaped him.

Frustration nibbled at him as he desperately tried to mimic your fingers, the way they wrapped themselves around his length, but it was hopeless. His calloused hands were no match for your soft ones, fingers that delicately wrapped themselves around him, rubbing over the head and down, covering his cock with his own pre-cum. He gritted his teeth at the image.

A low whimper emanates from deep inside him, and for a moment, only for a moment, he allows himself the pleasure of it, a low groan of your name slipping out of him. He edges himself forward, almost there, oh, a-almost there. His hand speeds up, imagining you bouncing on him, the way your hips shifted atop him, forwards and back, using his dick to get to your own climax. So good.

He can feel the cum pooling deep in his balls, wanting to so desperately shoot out and stain your pristine sheets, sheets he helped wash up since the last time he made a mess. Breathy pants give away just how close he is to the precipice, and right as he’s about to urge himself forward, to cum and cum hard, he focuses on the sound of your soft snoring.

The sound is absent.

Despite the sweatiness, Levi could feel that the room has reached a cooler temperature now. It’s enough to clear the pleasure-stricken haze of his mind. You were probably still sleeping, right, you had to be.

He doesn’t need to turn to know you’re awake, he already knows, and the hand that meets his shoulder confirms the thought. You shuffle, bringing your lips to his ear, breathy whispers that send a shiver down his spine.

“What are you doing baby?”

He was going to mumble some kind of excuse, an apology for his lack of self-control, but you move quickly, pulling the covers away from him, goosebumps forming on his skin as you exposed him. The sight must’ve truly been sickening, he thought, tip of his cock pink and leaking, the hem of his pants halfway down his thighs, half of his ass bare on your white sheets, face red. There’s no lie that could possibly explain this.

Levi’s confused when he finds need in your eyes. Instead of ridiculing him, you hum and your face breaks out into a smirk.

“If you wanted to be touched, you should’ve just asked.”

I didn’t want to bother you, he wants to say. We’ve been doing it all week, how needy can I get?

Your fingers come to graze the tip of his length and softly moves lower, Levi lets out a groan.

It’s enough to trigger a spasm between your legs, it’s enough for an ache to develop in your lower belly.

You move quickly to straddle him, moving your panties to the side, just enough to let him slip inside.

“W-wait,” he beings, crying out your name as you notch his dick against your wetness, the consequences of edging himself finally on the verge of discovery as his cock twitched against you. Your hands met the hardness of his abdomen as the first ring of your tightness surrounds his thick length.

“You want me to wait after hearing you say my name like that,” you say breathlessly, sinking lower, a moan of his name coming from your parted lips. Levi’s head falls back against the pillow, orgasm looming and threatening to spill.

“Don’t worry—ah—I’ll make it all better, Levi. Oh—your cock feels so good inside me,” you tell him as you cover him completely, your pussy smothering all of him, wetness feeling so good for him.

“It’s all inside,” you say breathlessly, and you slide up and down once, twice, three times.

It’s too good, too good, too good.

Tears slip down Levi’s cheeks as he cums, jaw clenched as he grits your name through his teeth. Your eyes widen as you feel his silky warmth shoot inside you, but you don’t stop moving as he does, watching as his face contorts in pleasure, content, before he’s overstimulated, brows furrowing and nose scrunching.

You fight through the ache and stop moving, leaning down to look at him.

You smirk as he finally opens his eyes, blue-gray eyes looking at you.

“What am I going to do with you,” you ask him playfully, hand coming to caress his cheek. He sighs contently.

Love me, he thinks, but he doesn’t voice it at all. He knows you already do.

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bluesidez · 1 year ago

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The Love Lab presents:

One Bite for You, One Bite for Me

💗 THIS IS MY 100 200 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x AFAB!Reader

summary: One of the things you and Miguel bond over is delicious food. One day, you notice that your clothes aren’t fitting like they used to. Miguel is there to remind you how beautiful you are.

content warning: established relationship but they’re not married, 18+ so MDNI, non-Spiderman Miguel, LOTS OF MENTIONS OF FOOD AND DRINKS, weight gain, cycles, insecurity about body, alcohol, body worship, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up 🫵🏾), cunnilingus, lots of praise, a little Spanish (if wrong please lmk)

credit for art + dividers: Me! + @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

a/n: This is actually the first fic I wrote when my Miguel hyperfixation came back in full force. I based it off of this video and a comment saying that girls are usually the ones that gain weight super quick in a relationship. Please know that gaining weight is not a bad thing, especially in this story. Relationship weight can be positive and food is here to nourish your body! Also know that everyone’s body is different. Our bodies will react to things in different, unique ways. If you’re ever feeling icky about your weight/health, please take a step back, breathe, and know that you’re beautiful no matter what. There are also sources out there that can help you if your thoughts overpower your heart. Please don’t hesitate to seek help.

word count: 4.3k

To all my food-lovers and fellow plus-size girlies, kisses to you! You’re beautiful!

SPRING 🥭

“Baby!”

You grinned as you heard Miguel’s shout from the front door. His voice had a giddy tilt as if he made a breakthrough in one of his projects.

“I was finally able to stop by the new Jamaican spot before they sold out and look what I got us,” Miguel says before he slides the take-out bags across the table. “Ribs, oxtails, rice and beans, mac, and your favorite…fried plantains!”

You quickly untie the bags, happy to have a break from your research paper, and immediately get hit with the smell of spices both sweet and savory. “Oh my god! That looks incredible.”

After frantically digging around for a plastic fork, you were finally able to pull a piece of meat off the oxtail. It looked mouth-watering and tender. One bite of the meat and you’re immediately groaning, slumped in your chair. You nod your head and scrunch your face, watching as the juice from the gravy soaks into the pieces of rice stuck at the bottom of the take-out plate.

“That is so fucking good, Mig. No wonder there’s never any combos left by the time you leave work.”

Miguel just watches you eat with a glint in his eyes, happy to see you so relaxed and enjoying the food. He reaches into the second bag, pulling out two bottles of juice, “And to make it better, I got their fruit juice, made fresh daily-”

“Passionfruit and mango flavor!” Your eyes got big as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew how much of a juice fanatic you were, so this drink was just the cherry on top of the large ice cream sundae that was your generous boyfriend.

“Thank you, baby,” you giggled and gave his cheek a fat smooch. You patted his chest twice and moved back to set up the table, “Now, hurry and wash up so we can eat this before it gets cold! We’ve got shows to watch.”

“Entendido, I’ll be right back”

SUMMER 🍦

You and Miguel were walking hand in hand along the Cancun Hotel Zone, taking in all the sights. Miguel’s job had given him a promotion along with an extremely high bonus, so what better way to celebrate than to use his PTO and bring the love of his life on vacation?

Granted, the area you guys were currently in was a little touristy, borderline bougie, but it was all worth it when Miguel got to see your eyes light up as you watched the turquoise waves fade into white foam along the shoreline.

You wobbled a bit while clinging to Miguel’s side, a little tipsy from the frozen paloma you drank to pair with today’s lunch. It was a waterfront restaurant with a live band so the vibes were just right for a little bit of liquid fun.

The downside was that the two of you were supposed to meet up with Miguel’s family later that evening and while you were fine with the confidence boost you were sporting, you wanted to be more alert when speaking with loved ones. Plus, you needed to give a good impression to the relatives you hadn’t met yet. It will be nice to put a face to the names of Miguel’s childhood.

“What do you say we stop and get some ice cream?” Miguel suggested, chuckling at you when you grinned up at him, ecstatic over the proposed plan.

“You know me so well,” you said, arms reaching around his waist, face squished into the side of his chest. “I would absolutely love some ice cream. Cool me down from the inside.”

Miguel chuckled and kissed the top of your head. You were especially cute when you got like this.

FALL 🍕

“Baby, check this out,” Miguel shouted, finally returning to your table with your food.

The fair was packed full of people, especially due to the pop-up food truck festival happening that same week. You had never seen more people run to get fried turnip greens and loaded fries in your life.

Still, this was just another chance to hang out with Miguel. You really didn’t care where you went with him, as long as you got to see that pretty smile.

You look down at the table and see what he brought back. Before your eyes sat the most un-Miguel order ever: birria pizza and two walking tacos, one Hot Cheetos and the other Dorritos.

“Dorilocos, Miguel. Really?” you raised an eyebrow watching him try to steady the open chip bags over some spread-out napkins.

“Amor, don’t look at me like that! I had to get them because Gabriel kept talking my ear off about this new food truck that made them better than the ones we used to eat on our trips back home. I, for one, don’t believe that for a second, so what better way to test that theory than to eat it with my baby?” Miguel gave the saddest look he could muster and slid his hand across the table, trying to convince you to indulge with him.

“Fine, fine. Don’t give me that look,” you say, pulling off a slice of the pizza, making the cheese stretch as long as you can. “Just don’t complain to me from the bathroom while your stomach fights to digest something it hasn’t had in over a decade!”

Miguel pursed his lips while shoveling as much food as he could on one Doritto, “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that? That’s a lot of cheese, babe.”

“Oh my god, some queso tears up my stomach one time and you can’t let that go, can you?”

“It was once and yet you were in agony about it for days. I think I’m allowed to remind you at least monthly.”

“Just eat your food and leave me and my iron stomach alone. We’ll see what happens between today and tomorrow,” you quip, pulling your phone out ready to record Miguel’s reaction to send to Gabriel.

Miguel takes a bite and just leans against the table, head slumped on his clean head.

“Dios mio, he was right. This can’t be happening,” he groaned, slightly annoyed that Gabriel wasn’t exaggerating. He was also shocked at the fact that someone even came close to getting the local snack right.

You giggled behind your phone, happy that his reaction worked in your favor. You zoomed in a little more on his face, capturing him smacking his lips and licking off excess sauce. He was so zoned in on his food that he didn’t even notice you with your phone up.

“Is it good, Mig?” you asked, mirth in your voice.

He looked at you ready to answer but his eyes snapped to your camera and started to whine, “Amor, please stop recording!”

With a small smile, you made sure to add the video to your folder full of Miguel. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You just look so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Miguel just mumbled to himself while stacking up another chip, neck heated over the interaction. “Here, just try this,” he said, holding a nacho close to your mouth.

You opened your mouth, just barely getting the chip in. Cupping your hand under your head, you begin to hum, the flavors all tangy, spicy, and savory. “I don’t know what your childhood Dorilocos tasted like, but this is really freaking good.”

“Just know that this one is only slightly better. By 0.00001% to be exact,” he said, rubbing sauce off of the corner of your lips and licking it off. The movement was muscle memory for him as he always liked to watch your face when you ate food, especially when it came to any nostalgic or homecooked dishes you never tried before. It warmed his heart to see you find comfort in his favorite foods.

“Well, I can tell you it’s 100% better than the ‘Taco Tuesday’ luncheon my job hosted last month. Nothing but unseasoned ground beef, endless black olives, and store-bought guacamole for two hours,” you respond, shuddering at the memory of soppy taco shells and your coworkers complaining about how spicy the mild salsa was.

“On second thought, this is absolutely a step up. Was the guacamole name brand at least?” He asked, peering up at you with a twist on his lips.

“I’m pretty sure it was a grocery store brand, so no.”

“Damn.”

WINTER 🍫

You were at your apartment in your bed, completely covered under the comforter with a fluffy blanket on top.

It was snowing heavily outside and you were freezing. However, your heater tended to make your apartment feel like a sauna, so you kept snatching the blanket off only to put it back on minutes later. Plus, your cycle was here. Your cramps left you lying on your side, rolling back and forth between the cool side of the bed and the warm side.

Physically, you were exhausted, but mentally, you knew you had so much to get done.

Christmas was just around the corner but you still had so many presents left to buy and wrap. Your job was doing the dreaded Secret Santa gift exchange and you were stuck wondering what gift would appeal to the stuck-up director in the accounting department.

You and Miguel were also hosting a small Christmas party amongst your friends, and there was still food left to buy. To top it all off, you were worried about your gift for Miguel, wondering if a silly little apron saying “Kiss me, I’m Irish” would hide the fact that you spent a ridiculous amount of money on some new tech he was eyeing.

You heard the apartment door open and close.

Knowing it was Miguel, you groan out dramatically.

He opens the bedroom door and peaks inside, “Baby?”

You just groan out again, “Everything hurts, Miggy.”

He comes up to bed and sits on the edge, “I know, amor. I’m sorry.” He bends down to kiss your head. “Want me to plug up the heat pack?”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning into his hands. When he gets up to grab the pack, you whine at his absence.

“I know, I know. I’m coming back,” he says, voice soothing.

Instead of turning the pack on, he removes your covers and sits back down on the edge. You shiver a little bit and he’s quick to cover your body with his, rubbing the top of your head as he kisses your temple.

“Are you feeling too bad to eat something for me?” Miguel asks, the timber of his voice settling you.

You shake your head and lean in closer to him.

“I think I want some food,” you reply, squeezing his body. “I haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Miguel tuts as he sits up and pulls you up with him, “That’s no good, baby. You have to eat so you can feel better. Your body needs it.”

You groan again and put your face in his neck, not wanting to move.

“Come on,” Miguel says, rubbing you from your back to your leg. “I got you some soup and a grilled cheese.”

“Did you get the stuff for the hot chocolate bar? For the party?” you whisper.

“Mm hm. Jumbo marshmallows included.”

You nuzzle his neck before you look at him, “Carry me to the kitchen?”

He makes a swift move to wrap your legs around his body and hike you up.

He gets up and holds you close, heading to the kitchen, “Let’s get some food in you, yeah?”

SPRING 🍇

The short spring break trip that Miguel surprised you with has been lovely. Miguel woke you with kisses down your body, taking you to the hilt with his mouth alone. You had to muffle your cries as to not disturb the neighbors in the inn. As his tongue danced inside of you, you gripped his hair with one hand and his head with your thighs. Miguel wouldn’t want it any other way.

After his first course, Miguel treated you to breakfast on the balcony. You two enjoyed looking over the horizon as you ate yogurt parfaits and fluffy omelets.

Later on, the two of you enjoyed a few tours of the vineyard and the city. The sights were beyond compare and the atmosphere was serene.

“Thank you so much for this Miguel,” you say, interrupting the silence.

“Anything for my lady,” he says back. “You’re doing great work this semester so you need the break.” Miguel stopped and turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You leaned up and kissed him, hands warm on the sides of his face.

You both started to makeout for so long that Miguel forgot about the massage he had planned for you before tonight’s farm-to-table dinner.

Needless to say, he laid you out on your bed and oiled your body down. Your head was in your arms as rubbed his hands up and down your back. His hands were heaven and you felt like puddy by the time he flipped you over.

After he massaged your inner thighs he pounded you into the mattress. Something you’re sure the hired masseuse would never be able to do.

Miguel joked and called it the Miguel Magic Massage when you asked if he offered this special regularly. The price? Being his cariño, his amor, his sweetheart.

By the time dinner started, you were glowing. You felt adored and the courses were amazing.

Miguel made sure everyone knew you were his. His hand never left your thigh the entire meal, staring down the older men sitting at the end table who were looking a little too long at the dip of your dress.

You were oblivious, feeding Miguel bites occasionally and humming at how fresh and delicious everything was.

After the last course was over, the men came to you all’s side of the table quickly. All of them started to make conversation with you, plugging in their businesses, and stuffing their business cards in your hands.

It was as if Miguel was invisible. He scowls deeper when they let out hearty laughs at something you said.

“Are you fellas here with your wives?” Miguel asked loudly, completely irritated. “My wife and I have really enjoyed our time here. It’s a beautiful place for couples.”

Some of the men went red in the face flustered at Miguel catching their scheme. Others just scowled, pissed off at being interrupted.

None of them could answer his question.

You looked at Miguel, eyes heavy and relaxed.

“You gentlemen have a great night,” you said, putting your hand in Miguel’s as he guided you to the exit.

“Your wife, huh?” you asked, core on fire. It was hot watching Miguel get so worked up over you.

“Baby, they were looking at you like you were some fresh meat. Like I wasn’t even sitting there,” he grumbled.

“One of them already offered to bring me on a cruise. He’s staying right next to us,” you say, standing outside your room as Miguel swipes his card at the door. You walked your fingers up his chest, heated over the grit you could see from his profile.

He was oh so upset.

“He’s next to us? Right here?” Miguel asked, voice low.

You nodded as you bit your lip, arm around his neck.

Miguel picked you up and dragged you to the bed. You giggled a little to yourself as he plopped you down. Mission accomplished. Silently, you thank those older men. If it weren’t for their overconfidence, Miguel wouldn’t have been tearing at your clothes like he us right now.

Miguel kept you up almost that whole night, making sure that the neighbors heard your cries. Those old geezers were sure to know his name by the next morning. Buying you a ring wasn’t enough. He needed a bat.

It was all worth it to see the tired and flushed looks of their faces when you all checked out the next day.

SUMMER 🍯

“What the fuck,” you mumble, looking down at the pair of jeans you were trying to put on.

It was early morning. You had a family reunion that you and Miguel would take a bit of a drive to get to.

You made sure that everything was packed the following night. Some clothes to stay for a few days, a few snacks for the road, a book for you to catch up on, and even a crossword puzzle book for Miguel.

You planned ahead. You were diligent. So why is it that when everything else is going right, your pants decide not to button up?

You pulled at the flaps once more, trying your hardest to connect the button with the hole. It fails as they slip from your grasp. You try again, sucking in your stomach as much as you could. You get the button to snap in this time, but it’s digging unbearably into your skin. The zipper fights against you as you try to pull it up.

You huff out in frustration and the pants snap open again.

Defeated, you let out a watery sigh and look in the mirror.

Your stomach was bigger than you last remembered, fupa a little more prominent. Your thighs were also a little thicker, the jeans hugging them a little tight. Your breasts looked a little big in your shirt. The family name stretches a bit more across your bust than the original design intended. Even your face was a little chubbier than normal. When was the last time your jaw was like this? High school?

When did you get like this?

You felt your throat start to burn, a sob building in your system. You’ve always been fine with your body, loving the dips and curves. Adoring your flaws and finding beauty in what society decides is not worthy.

You knew this. You knew that you were beautiful. Why was it so hard to get that thought into your conscience?

You felt the tears roll down as you peeled the jeans off of your legs. They were especially tight at your hips and you wondered how you even forced them past in the first place.

You didn’t know what to do. It was so hot outside, so you needed something comfortable, but those jeans…you had your mind set to wear those jeans.

You rummage through your closet in frustration, pushing and pulling the clothes across the rack.

By the time Miguel found you, you were squatting in the closet, hot tears covering your face.

“Babe, it’s been almost 30 minutes and we need to head out before the work traffic starts-”

Miguel stopped in the doorway as he noticed the state of the closet, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? ¿Que pasó, cariño?”

You wipe furiously at your face, sniffling loud as you hear Miguel push clothes to the side to get to you.

“My pants don’t fit. I don’t think anything else will fit either,” you say, stuttering out your words as Miguel gets to your side.

You let him pull you up into a standing position. You felt defeated.

Miguel looked at you and wiped away the tears that you missed. You feel horrible as your face scrunches up again, tears forming in your eyes.

“No, no, no,” Miguel says, hugging you close. “Listen to me. I know that this feels like a lot, but this is normal. Your body will always change with you. You’re still the same beautiful, gorgeous woman I met years ago and that’s not changing because you got some extra hips, baby.”

“But Miguel,” you say, voice so sad. “I feel like I just got those pants. And. Nothing else in here goes with this shirt. I’m scared that nothing else will fit-”

“And if that’s the case, I’ll buy you new clothes,” Miguel says, pressing kisses over your face. “If these clothes mean that much to you, I’ll take you to the gym. Let me work out with you, but until then, I’m loving your body as is.”

You stare at Miguel, heart beating at his revelation. He stared right back at you, daring you to question or challenge his words.

“Don’t beat yourself up over something like this. If anyone has ever let you feel insecure about your body, they’re an ass, let me deal with them. If I ever do anything to make you feel insecure, tell me. Yell at me. Question me, because as far as I’m concerned, that’s not me.”

He hiked you up on the closet island in the middle of the room. You shiver a bit as your naked legs hit the wood.

He leans closer, placing his hands on the side of you, “Now, let’s think. Don’t you have a pair of cargo shorts that match the ones I’m wearing right now?”

You whisper out a yes.

“Would you be ok with wearing those? I’m sure they fit perfectly.”

You say yes again, head leaning onto his. You could accessorize it perfectly. It would make a great couple’s look.

Miguel knew this much, he just had to get you to see it.

“I love you, ok?” he says, voice clear.

“I love you, too. Thank you,” you say.

“Anything for my girl,” Miguel says. “My beautiful girl. She’s just for me. I can’t believe it.”

Your heart beats faster as he starts to kiss down your body.

“Her face is so lovely.” A kiss to your cheek and your lips.

“She’s always working so hard.” A kiss to your neck and your collarbone. He pulls your shirt over your head.

“She makes me so happy.” A suck to your breasts as he unclasps your bra.

“Her body is beyond comparison.” A trail of kisses down your stomach, your belly twitching as his breath twinkles on along your skin. “Soft. Amazing. Irresistible.”

“Her thighs are my earmuffs.” A caress to your inner thighs. Your legs snap a bit, ticklish at his ministrations.

“Miguel?” you whimper out.

“I have to relax you before this ride. Can’t have you upset,” he says, kissing his way up your thighs to your panties. “May I?”

You nod your head, fingers grasping at nothing but then a flat surface.

Miguel was swift. He pulled your underwear down and kissed at your clit. You could only hold tight as he pulled your body forward and dove in.

It wasn’t long before you were shaking like a leaf. Miguel sucked at you for minutes, pulling a long orgasm out of your system.

He kneaded your thighs as you trembled around his tongue, humming as your legs squeezed tighter. That was the queue for him to go further, so he added his fingers to the mix, moving his mouth up so that his fingers could pump in and out of you.

It took all of your strength not to let your body drop off the other side of the island.

“Miggy, please,” you wailed. You wanted more.

Miguel looked up at you whining above him. You pull your legs up, holding your hands under your thighs, practically begging for him.

Miguel kissed up your body again. He was swift with removing his clothes. You still had to have these clothes fresh for later and Miguel was about to wear you out.

He moved to push himself inside of you, grunting as you gripped him.

He replaced your hands with his and pulled your legs up by his head. You balanced yourself on the island as he slowly started to thrust.

“So good. Just for me,” Miguel said, watching as your body moved with his movement. “Perfect. And all mine.”

You remained quiet, whimpering softly as he dragged against you.

“You heard me, hermosa?” Miguel said. “You’re beautiful. C’mon. Say it for me.”

“I’m,” you stopped, mind foggy. You didn’t know how you were supposed to respond when he was going so deep.

“Say it.”

You cried out as he snapped harder, “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s right baby,” Miguel praises you, bending further to give you a kiss. “So amazing.”

He praised you until you finished, squeezing at any of you that he got his hands. By the time he was done, your arms felt like jelly from holding you up.

He carried you to the bathroom for a quick shower, never stopping his reassurances of you.

You guys made it in the car an hour and a half off schedule, but it was worth it for the uplifted way you carried yourself throughout the day.

It was worth it to see you happy and healthy.

By the time you made it to the reunion, it was like you were born anew. You greeted your family with smiles and laughter. Miguel couldn’t help but to cheese watching you do your thing.

He felt his heart soar as you caught up with family. Your smile was the biggest as you were out on the floor line dancing your heart out. He was right up behind you when Outstanding came on. The song was really a declaration of how he felt about you.

You giggled as he crooned in your ear.

“You light my fire,” he sang, swinging your hips in time with his.

“I feel alive with you, baby,” he spins you around to him, a smile on his face.

“You blow my mind,” he pulled you out and back in.

“I’m satisfied,” you squeal as he spins you in the air and puts you back down to keep dancing.

Outstanding. You really knock him out.

Another season where Miguel adored you more.

Another season where Miguel wanted you to be forever his.

Another season where he made sure he fed you well.

Another season of you making his heart pound.

Another season of your love reaching to the fullest.

Miguel was excited for the next season with you.

As always, I hope you enjoyed reading! 💗

Any likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. Let me know how you feel! 🥺🧁

Until next time,

-Lauro 💗

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raitonsfw · 1 year ago

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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When Keigo said you could do whatever... he certainly didn't expect to be knelt down in front of you with a fleshlight hovering over the base of his cock and his wings trembling underneath your touch.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, bondage, wing play, sex toy (fleshlight), teasing, dirty talk, cumshot (into the toy), keigo's basically on his knees for you, fucking a fleshlight with his wings being toyed with-

a/n: need this man served to me on a silver platter, i wanna play with his wings alllll day. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

His wings stretched farther than the bed’s width, feathering out behind him as you slicked the toy with lube. Normally, he’d be on top of you– his wings enveloping you in a tight embrace as he flipped you on your tummy to take you from behind. But that afternoon, you decided you wanted to take the reins– more specifically, Keigo decided with a quiet whine instilled in his smooth voice.

His wrists were done up behind him, underneath the span of his wings and he was on his knees with his cock bulging against his boxers. He had parted his legs to rest more comfortably against the bed, as much as he could at least with the ropes binding his ankles; the width of his thighs had you nearly in a coma. God, he was so sexy when he submitted to you every once in a while.

“Y/N, go easy on me now.” His golden eyes seared your figure, the black specks beneath them turning up as he flashed a toothy grin at you. Of course, you’d go easy on him– for now. At least, until his senses were shot and all he could do is whimper for you to let him cum.

“I’ll go easy, sweetheart.” You took one of his feathers between your fingertips, smoothing it over lightly and he immediately keened into your touch; his eyes lazing closed with a relieved groan. Keigo shuddered as you rubbed them, plucking at them softly with quiet pants overtaking the room when you found a new feather to play with. You traced them towards the ends of the soft fluff, then decided to not tease him anymore; his cock was leaking now against the naughty gray material.

The toy in your other hand spurred you on a little more as you let his cock free from its confines, the fleshlight practically gleaming mischievously in the sunlight that set amongst the clouds. The sunset kissed Keigo’s skin– flushed with a red tint as he looked towards the sex toy, his cock twitching. “Don’t keep me waiting, darling.”

Right. Sinking the toy down onto his cock, a low groan escaped him and he visibly relaxed into the feeling. His hips bucked as he bottomed out within the toy, his wings fluttering a bit as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of it.

“God, baby– want me to thrust into it?” Keigo breathed out, opening his eyes slightly to gaze down at the fleshlight… and your hand that grasped it. He didn’t need you to answer his question– of course he was going to fuck into the toy without much thinking, whether or not you let him.

You didn’t even have to move the toy for him, his knees bracing the bed the best they could as he rolled his hips straight into the tight silicone of the toy. It squeezed around him just right, a choked gasp escaping him as he slid into it with pleasure scaling up towards his wings. Keigo jolted as you felt up his feathers, fluffing them towards you with a tremble and a quiet ‘yesss, right there–’ falling from his lips.

His entire body ached with desperation down as he fucked himself into the toy with fervor, his half-lidded eyes stuck on you as you gave a small smile. You had him wrapped around your finger, playing with his feathers and his cock– he couldn’t help but spill into the fleshlight without any warning. He threw his head back as he arched, his wings expanding their full length with a quiver as he came in the toy with a heaved moan.

The next time you had him pinned to the bed, his wings were first on your list to tamper with.

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solarmorrigan · 8 months ago

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Getting the Halloween Special

For the @steddie-spooktober day 31 prompt: Trick-or-Treat Rated: E 🔞 | Words: 1075 | CW: explicit sexual content | Tags: established relationship, light dom/sub, orgasm delay, anal fingering, anal sex, top!Eddie/bottom!Steve Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Directly follows Day 30: In for a Devil of a Night

Steve is a vision.

Cheeks pink, eyes wet, chest heaving, cock hard and dripping, all bared to Eddie in the view of the full-length mirror fixed to the wall of their bedroom as he works three fingers into Steve from behind.

“Look at you,” Eddie coos, running his free hand down Steve’s side and wrapping his fingers possessively around his hip. “You break so pretty for me.”

The shiny little red shorts have been lost to the night, and the tail with them. The devil horns had gotten knocked off not long after they’d started, a casualty of how much Steve likes having his hair pulled. Those silky red stockings are clinging on, though, valiantly hugging Steve’s thighs (though Eddie wouldn’t be surprised to see runs in the knees later, with the way he’s got Steve kneeling on the floor). The overall effect is decidedly enticing.

Eddie leans in, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to watch his face in the mirror as he twists his fingers inside of him. The angle is awkward and tough on his wrist, but it’s worth it to see the way Steve’s lips—swollen, bitten-red, shining—fall open in an oh of pleasure when Eddie finds his prostate and presses.

“Eddie,” Steve practically whines, his eyes falling shut as he tries to ride back on Eddie’s fingers.

Eddie stills his hand entirely, much to Steve’s vocal displeasure. “Eyes open, sweetheart,” he orders, waiting for Steve to obey. “I want you to watch while I pull you apart.”

Steve moans as Eddie’s fingers start up again, once again finding that perfect little pleasure spot and rubbing until Steve starts to shake. His breathing speeds up and his hands go grasping for purchase on anything, anything he can find. One hand ends up clasped over Eddie’s where it still rests on his hip, and the other reaches back until he finds Eddie’s thigh and grips him like he’s trying to pull him closer.

He isn’t allowed to touch himself, he knows, and he’s meant to warn Eddie if–

“Fuck– fuck, Eddie, I’m–” Steve gasps out, voice gone high and tight as he jerks in Eddie’s hold, trying to get more of the sensation, trying to get away. “I’m gonna–”

That’s all it takes to get Eddie to stop, to still his motions and gently slide his fingers out, and Steve cries out, desperate for the orgasm that’s been stolen from him. Finally, the tears that have been gathering as Eddie has worked Steve up and up and pulled him back from the edge again and again start to fall. They slide through the glitter still smeared on his cheeks and blaze shimmering trails down his face, dripping off his chin.

“Shh.” Eddie presses a kiss to the hinge of Steve’s jaw, to the soft skin behind his ear, hushing him like he hadn’t been the one to cause the tears in the first place. “I think that’s enough with the tricks, baby. Time for your treat.”

Steve sags without Eddie to support him, but Eddie only lets go long enough to grab for the lube, slicking himself up before he’s right there again, taking Steve’s hands and bracing them on the wall on either side of the mirror.

“Keep ‘em right here, sweetheart,” Eddie says, giving Steve’s hands a little pat. “I want you to see how pretty you are while I show you how much I appreciate you getting all dolled up for me.”

Almost mindlessly, Steve nods, his wide, glassy eyes finding Eddie’s in the mirror, and Eddie presses a kiss to his temple before leaning back to line himself up, pressing the tip of his cock to Steve’s pink rim and sliding in.

He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated inside of Steve, feeling the squeeze of his body, like it wants to keep him right there, right where it makes Steve feel the best, and Eddie grinds his hips in little circles just to watch the way Steve’s arms shake and his head falls forward. It only takes one sharp noise from Eddie to have him snapping back to attention, meeting his own gaze in the mirror, and Eddie rewards him with a wet, sucking kiss to the back of his neck.

“Good boy,” he praises – and then he starts to move.

He isn’t slow about it this time; he figures he’s kept Steve on edge long enough. He fucks into him hard and quick, wasting no time in working him up. Steve’s breath heaves out like he’s sobbing, each exhalation coming on the end of a punched-out little exclamation of pleasure. His elbows bend, but his hands stay right where Eddie had put them, obedient to the end. The thought sends a little zing down Eddie’s spine that has him grinding into Steve on his next thrust.

“Such a good boy,” he says again, biting gently into the meat of Steve’s shoulder as Steve whines in answer. “You close?”

Frantically, Steve nods, trying to gather himself enough to respond. “So close,” he gasps, riding back against Eddie as he thrusts in. “Please– please, please, Eddie, can I– lemme–”

“Go ahead, baby,” Eddie says, breathless now himself. “Come whenever you want.”

Permission granted, it doesn’t take much more than that. Steve is so worked up that he comes without a hand on him, crying out as his release spatters against the mirror, as Eddie grabs his hips and holds him still, fucking him through it in tight little thrusts and grind right against his prostate, sending electric shudders through him right up until the end.

He wilts in Eddie’s hold after that, barely enough tension left in him to look up and give Eddie a little nod – a go ahead, a keep going. And Eddie does, fucking up into him quickly, but a little more gently, until his own orgasm curls tight at the base of his spine and has him spilling into Steve.

Breathing heavily, Eddie falls back on his heels, taking Steve with him, who whimpers just a little in discomfort at the shift of Eddie inside him, but settles back against his chest easily enough.

“So,” Steve starts, his voice rasping and a little wrecked, “you liked the costume, yeah?”

Eddie can’t help the snort of laughter that works its way out of him. “Yeah, Steve,” he says, burying his grin in the curve of Steve’s shoulder, “I liked the costume.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie-spooktober #is this one completely tonally different from the preceding fic? yeah #but listen I had a ~vision~#and that vision was Steve getting railed as a reward for wearing his slutty costume #anyway!#Happy Halloween my guys #solar wrote #eddiesteve

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whosscruffylooking · 3 months ago

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Open Arms Chapter Ten

steve harrington x fem!reader Open Arms Masterlist | Taglist Form word count: 3k Warnings: Canon typical violence. Mentions of blood and weapons. Rewrite/Character Insert of Stranger Things ~1985~

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The world outside your little bubble of exhaustion and whispered promises starts to creep back in. The muffled bass of the movie’s closing credits rumbles through the walls, and the faint sound of chatter grows louder. You and Steve are still curled up against the tile, his arm heavy around your shoulders, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

“Think we should go find the others?” you speak up.

“In a minute,” he mumbles. “Kinda wanna stay here forever.”

You smile against his shoulder, but before you can say anything, the bathroom door bursts open.

“Ugh, finally!” Erica’s voice rings out, full of exasperation. “We were about to send a search party.”

Robin stumbles in after her, hands on her hips. “Seriously. The movie ended, like, ten minutes ago.”

Dustin pushes past them, eyes darting over you and Steve. His expression shifts from frustration to something bordering on concern. “You guys good?”

Steve sits up slightly, rubbing his eyes before shooting Dustin a lazy grin. “Oh yeah, we’re feeling the love.” He tilts his head toward you. “Aren’t we, babe?”

You nudge him playfully, then glance at the others. “Yeah, we’re good. Just, uh… recovering.”

Robin wrinkles her nose. “God, you two smell like hell.”

“Okay, rude.” Steve clutches his chest dramatically. “We’ve been through a lot.”

Dustin grumbles under his breath but motions for everyone to gather near the door. “Alright, we wait for the right moment, then we slip out all casual. No running, no panicking, no weird eye contact.”

You and Steve share another glance, both guilty of all three.

The five of you lean out of the doorway, scanning the area like a group of amateur spies. The movie crowd is slowly trickling into the halls, the rest of the mall dark and abandoned beyond the theater.

Dustin squints. “And… go.”

In perfect synchronization, you all step out, slipping into the flood of people like you belong there. No one looks your way. No one yells. No alarms.

Dustin grins. “Hah! That was easy. Now, let’s get out of here and go to my house—”

“Uh, Dustin,” Steve interrupts, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s not gonna work.”

Dustin frowns. “What? Why not?”

Steve winces. “I… might have told them your full name.”

Silence.

Dustin blinks once. Twice. Then—

“You WHAT?!”

Steve throws his hands up. “I was drugged, okay?! It’s not like I meant to!”

“You were supposed to resist, Harrington!” Dustin whisper-yells, his voice cracking. “I swear to god, this is why we don’t let you handle classified information!”

Before Steve can fire back, you feel it—someone watching you. A shiver skates down your spine, and when you glance toward the mall entrance, your stomach turns to ice.

A Russian man stands just outside the theater crowd, scanning faces as people exit. Then his gaze locks onto yours.

Oh, shit.

Your heart kicks into overdrive. “Abort!”

The others don’t ask questions. You run.

Footsteps pound against the floor as you weave through the dwindling crowd, dodging confused moviegoers. The escalators are just ahead—your best shot at losing them.

Except they’re roped off.

You turn to Steve, heart pounding. He looks at you, then at the escalators, then back at you.

Then you smirk.

Steve’s eyes widen. “Oh, no—”

Too late.

You hop onto the sleek metal divider between the two escalators, grip the edges, and slide straight down. The wind rushes through your hair, your adrenaline spikes, and for a moment, you feel unstoppable.

You land gracefully at the bottom, spinning on your heels to look back up.

Steve is staring.

Like, completely gone. Mouth slightly open, eyes practically glazed over with admiration. Then he glances at Dustin with a slow, almost dazed smirk.

“She’s so sexy,” he breathes.

Dustin makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Oh my God! Can we focus?!”

Robin claps a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You’re so far gone, dude.”

Steve shakes himself out of it, and nods firmly. “Right. Right. Running first, romance later.”

Then, without another word, he jumps onto the divider and follows you down.

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The back hallways of the mall are a maze of flickering fluorescents and discarded cardboard boxes, and your group sprints through them like a pack of panicked raccoons.

“Where are we even going?!” Robin hisses, nearly tripping over a mop bucket.

“Anywhere that isn’t here!” Dustin wheezes.

Footsteps echo behind you, shouts in Russian bouncing off the walls. Your heart slams against your ribs. Up ahead, a shadow moves—someone’s coming this way.

Without thinking, you grab Steve’s sleeve and yank him toward the food court. The others scramble after you, skidding into one of the shut-down food stalls. Robin vaults over the counter with surprising agility, Erica ducks through the gap like she’s done this before (which is concerning), and Dustin nearly eats it but somehow lands in a crouch.

You all squeeze together beneath the counter, limbs tangled, breathing hard. The floor is sticky with something deeply questionable, but there are bigger problems—like the static crackle of radios surrounding you.

A sharp voice speaks in Russian. Another responds, the words sending a new wave of panic crashing over you.

“They’re describing us,” you whisper, voice barely audible. “Telling them to lock down all exits.”

Robin curses under her breath.

Steve, pressed so close his nose is nearly in your hair, notices your hands trembling. His fingers brush yours, just for a second. Then softly, like it’s just for you—

“Hey, hey, hey. Let’s think happy thoughts.”

You swallow hard, nodding.

“Tell me about our wedding,” he instructs you.

The others groan in unison.

“Oh my God,” Dustin mutters. “Now? Now you want to plan your wedding?”

Steve ignores him, eyes locked on yours. “Is it gonna be big or small?”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to focus on him, on this instead of the Russian voices closing in. “Small,” you whisper. “Just the people who matter.”

Steve’s lips twitch. “So, like, Dustin’s not invited—”

“Excuse me?!” Dustin hisses.

Steve grins, glancing back at you. “Our first dance should be ‘Open Arms’ by Journey,” he says suddenly. “You know, since that was playing the first time we—”

You slap a hand over his mouth so fast he barely has time to react.

“Steve!” you hiss, eyes darting to Dustin and Erica.

Steve’s eyes widen like he just remembered there are children present.

Dustin groans, burying his face in his hands. “I will never be able to listen to that song again.”

Erica gags. “You guys are disgusting.”

Steve, despite the situation, winks at you. “It’s a good song.”

You shake your head, but the fear pressing against your ribs feels a little lighter. Steve’s hand slips into yours beneath the counter, giving it a squeeze.

The radios crackle again.

A whisper. A single, chilling confirmation.

“I’ve located them.”

And just like that, the panic slams back into you, sharp and unforgiving.

You close your eyes, bracing for the inevitable, every nerve in your body alight with terror. Steve’s grip tightens on your wrist, Dustin’s fingers curl around the fabric of your sleeve.

Then—

A sudden blare shatters the silence.

The shriek of a car alarm ricochets through the mall’s empty corridors, deafening and urgent. Your eyes snap open.

Taking a risk—despite Steve’s muttered protests—you inch upward, peering over the counter.

The Russians have turned away, their attention drawn to the second level. And standing there, bathed in the dim emergency lighting, is El.

Blood drips from her nose, her small frame vibrating with exertion, one arm outstretched toward the car that sits gleaming in the mall’s courtyard display.

A second later, she flings her hand forward—

And the car flies.

It hurtles through the air like a missile, crashing into the men and sending them sprawling across the food court. The impact is brutal, bodies crumpling beneath the weight of steel and shattered glass.

You don’t think. You don’t hesitate. You vault over the counter and run.

El’s eyes meet yours, and despite the exhaustion written across her face, she musters the faintest smile.

Then the others are there—racing toward you from across the mall. Mike has an arm wrapped around El’s waist, barely keeping her upright. Your stomach lurches. She’s hurt.

You reach them just as Dustin throws his arms around her, his voice breathless with awe.

“You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!”

El leans into him, too weak to respond.

“Lucas?” Erica’s voice cuts through the moment, her expression shifting from relief to pure exasperation.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas shouts.

Erica jerks a thumb toward you and Steve. “Ask them. It’s their fault.”

“True,” Steve says, hands on his hips, his voice light with amusement despite the chaos. “Yeah. Totally true. Absolutely our fault.”

You giggle, nerves still buzzing.

Robin shakes her head, still dazed. “I don’t understand what happened to that car.”

You flash her a grin. “El has superpowers.”

Robin blinks. “What?”

“Superpowers,” Steve repeats. “She threw the car with her mind. C’mon, keep up.”

Erica narrows her eyes. “That’s El?”

Robin throws her hands up. “Who is El!?”

A new voice chimes in. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

Nancy.

Robin straightens up. “I’m Robin. I work with Steve.”

“She helped us crack the Russian code,” Dustin interjects proudly.

Jonathan, still catching up, frowns. “Russians?”

You exhale, gesturing toward the food court wreckage. “Yeah. Those were Russians.”

Jonathan stares. “You’re kidding.”

“Didn’t you hear our Code Red?” Dustin looks to Mike, expectant.

“Yeah, but we couldn’t understand you!” Mike snaps, his frustration spilling over.

Dustin groans. “Goddamn low battery—”

Steve points a finger. “How many times do I have to tell you about the low battery?”

Dustin crosses his arms. “Well, everything worked out, didn’t it?”

Their voices blur, fading into background noise as something shifts beside you.

El.

She stumbles back from the group, her breaths coming too fast, too shallow.

“Hey, hey—” You step toward her, catching her by the shoulders. “You okay?”

She lifts her gaze to yours, eyes unfocused, her skin too pale—

Then she collapses.

You pull El into your arms, cradling her against you as the others gather around in frantic silence. Her small body trembles, and you can feel the heat radiating from her skin.

“My leg,” she whispers, her voice strained with pain.

Nancy, kneeling beside her, gently rolls up El’s pant leg. What you see makes your stomach twist in horror.

The wound on her leg isn’t just an injury—it’s a sickening, otherworldly gash, the skin red and blue with the kind of bruising that doesn’t make sense. Then, as if it has a life of its own, the wound shifts, moves.

El’s breath catches in her throat, and she lets out a gut-wrenching scream, her body jerking. Panic surges through you, and you instinctively hold her tighter. Steve’s presence is solid behind you, his hand resting steady on your back.

“We have to get that out of her,” you state firmly, barely recognizing your own voice. You look desperately at Jonathan.

He nods and bolts off, and you start to run your fingers through El’s hair, whispering soft reassurances, though your own heart is pounding in fear.

“Just breathe, El. You’re gonna be okay. I’m here, you’re not alone.”

Minutes feel like hours. The air is thick with tension. Jonathan finally returns, breathless, with a knife and a pair of gloves in hand. You catch the flicker of a smile as you appreciate his quick thinking.

“Alright,” Jonathan says, his voice calm but his hands shaking slightly as he prepares to cut. “This is going to hurt like hell, El.”

He hands you a wooden spoon, and you immediately place it gently between El’s clenched teeth. Mike crouches beside her, holding her head steady as she grips your hand with a vice-like strength.

Jonathan presses the knife to her leg, his movements careful, determined. He slices into her skin, trying to reach whatever’s causing the pain, but El’s scream pierces the air, raw and desperate.

“Stop!” she cries, her voice weak and trembling. “I can do it!”

You help her sit up, your hands bracing her as she starts to focus, her eyes burning with determination.

“El, wait—”

But she doesn’t listen.

With a pained, strangled cry, she extends her hand toward her calf. Her fingers tremble, and then—she pulls.

The thing inside her leg jerks free, and with it, a shockwave of power rips through the room. The lights flicker violently. Glass shatters everywhere around you, and Steve leans protectively over you, shielding you from the debris.

El’s powers surge—wild and uncontrollable—and you can feel the energy crackling in the air, so intense it nearly knocks the breath out of you. El’s body is wracked with force, her hand still pointed at her leg, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

And then, with one final, agonized scream, she rips the tendril out.

The object flies across the room, slamming into the far wall with a sickening thud. It hits the ground with a wet, squelching noise. The tendril twitches, a faint, unnatural ripple running through it.

You glance at it—instinctively knowing what it is.

A tendril from the Upside Down.

You swallow hard. You knew it wasn’t gone for good.

Just as the tendril lays there, twitching ominously, a heavy boot crashes down on it, crushing the grotesque thing beneath the force. You freeze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat, as you look up.

Standing in there, framed by the neon light of the food court, are Jim and Joyce—relief floods your chest at the sight of them. But there’s someone else with them. A man you don’t quite recognize, though his face is oddly familiar. His weathered appearance, thick glasses, and the way he carries himself makes the pieces click.

Oh God. Is that Murray Bauman? The conspiracy theorist guy who’s always on the local news, ranting about mind control and surveillance birds. The one Nancy and Jonathan went to see when they—oh. Right. That guy.

You glance back at El, who is now in Jim’s arms. He holds her close, speaking softly to her as Joyce rubs her back, their concern evident. You step aside, instinctively giving them a moment to reconnect, to have their own reunion.

Steve follows you a few paces from the chaos, his hand sliding down your back, protective but with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. You don’t stop him. Not when his grip tightens just a little. Not when he pulls you into his lap like you belong there—and God, you kind of do.

You settle against him, heartbeat still erratic, but for reasons that have less and less to do with Russian death squads.

“You good?” he asks, breathless, his voice grazing your ear like a secret. His hands rest too low to be innocent, thumbs sweeping lazy circles along your waist.

“Barely,” you complain. “Everything hurts.”

“Yeah,” he says, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your cheek with something close to reverence. “But you look insanely hot when you’re cheating death. Like, I’m having a very complex reaction right now.”

You blink. “Are you—Steve—are you turned on right now?”

“I mean… I’m alive and you’re on top of me, so yeah, kind of hard not to be.”

You snort, half-scandalized, half-horrified at how much you’re smiling.

“You know,” he begins, dipping his head toward your neck, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Dangerous start.”

He grins, all dimples and bruises. “No, hear me out. This whole near-death experience number five hundred has me realizing something.”

“Besides that we need therapy?”

“No,” he says, his voice dropping, “that we need to elope.”

You blink again. “Eloping? Like skipping the whole wedding?”

He grins, teeth and trouble. “I mean, we could go traditional, but why not lean into the chaos? It’s kind of our thing now.”

"And how would this work?" You question.

Steve nods solemnly. “No seating charts. No weird uncles getting drunk and hitting on the waitstaff. Just you, me, a couple of shell-shocked friends as witnesses, maybe a demogorgon ring bearer—obviously.”

“Obviously,” you whisper, already laughing, "You are insane."

He tilts your chin up, smirk deepening. “Insane and madly in love, I don't know which is worse. But that means, if we survive tonight, I am officially putting in a request to skip the whole reception and head straight to the consummation.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Wow. Straight to it, huh?”

“Why waste time?” he says innocently, though the heat in his eyes betrays him. “We say ‘I do,’ you wear something very white and very easy to take off, and then…” He lowers his voice to a sinful whisper. “I peel you out of that white dress. Slowly. Worshipingly. Like you’re a damn miracle and I’m on my knees about to sin... under ten feet of satin—”

You slap his chest lightly, but your cheeks flush. “Steven, there are children nearby.”

“Yeah, and they should be taking notes. This is what true love looks like.”

He buries his face in your neck. “Tell me you don’t want it,” he moans. “Me. You. Honeymoon. No monsters. Just…very thorough vows.”

You fight a smile, tangling your fingers in his hair. “You’re getting way ahead of yourself, Harrington.”

He grins against your skin. “No such thing when it comes to undressing my future wife.”

You hide your face in his shoulder, giggling like a teenager who just got dared to kiss someone behind the bleachers. Which, ironically, is probably how you started with him.

God, you’re so marrying this idiot.

You shake your head against his chest, breathless with laughter. “We need therapy.”

Steve kisses your temple, smug as hell. “Nah. Just you, me, and a really solid lock on the honeymoon suite door.”

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steddie-island · 6 months ago

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Cookies for Grandpa

Written for @steddiebingo 12 days of Christmas Prompts: Cookies, candy canes A continuation of Life finds a way but can (theoretically) be read alone! Rating: G | WC: 625 | Tags: Domestic fluff, adopted children, kitchen disasters ao3 | Divider credit

Their kitchen was coated in flour. Eddie wasn't sure, but he was pretty sure the grainy sound was sugar against the bottom of his workboots.

When Steve had said he and Andrew would be baking cookies to take over to Grandpa's house, Eddie hadn't imagined the kitchen looking quite like a tornado had torn through it after. Any time Steve baked he was meticulous, clean, he needed everything to be just so.

Then again, he'd never had a three year old helping him out, either.

The low murmur of their voices became louder as Eddie passed through to the dining room. There were two pans of cookies laid out. Some of them were more brown on the edges than others— no doubt from the two of them getting distracted while they baked— but otherwise they looked mostly intact.

"Hey!" Steve looked up at Eddie with a bright grin. He had flour in his hair and frosting smeared across one cheek."We were wondering when you would get home!"

"Hi Eddie!" Andrew stood up in his chair, and Steve immediately grabbed on to the back of it to keep him from falling backwards. "We maked cookies!" He had frosting on his face, too, smeared across his forehead and into one of his eyebrows.

"I see that!" Eddie stopped in the doorway to the dining room to remove his sugar encrusted boots, then came close to press a kiss to the tops of their heads. "It sounds like you boys have had a busy day! Do you need help decorating? I'm really good at that."

"Uh-huh!" Andrew dropped the candy cane he'd been eating onto the table before gesturing to the cookies that had already been decorated.

The base frosting was a muddy yellow color. Some of the cookies had what Eddie was sure were supposed to be flowers while others had hearts on them.

"I see you found a use for all of those extra candy canes."

"Who doesn't love a candy cane cookie?" Steve asked. He shot Eddie a wink, then stood up to guide Eddie into his empty chair. "Why don't you two keep decorating? I'll go check on Liz, and then I think there's a kitchen that is in need of some major TLC."

Eddie wasn't sure if that was an excuse for Steve to get some much earned alone time or not, but either way he was happy to sit and take over. "We'll be here!" he said. "Won't we, buddy?"

"Yeah!" Andrew shifted in his seat so he was on his knees instead of standing in the chair. "I show you how!"

"Good luck, Ed." Steve pecked his lips, ruffled Andrew's hair, and headed for where Liz was sleeping in the living room.

It'd been nearly six months since they'd taken Andrew and his sister Liz (short for Elizabeth) into their little home. Six months of paperwork and caseworker visits, of moving so they weren't all crammed into one bedroom and learning how to handle the occassional toddler meltdown.

Nearly six months of learning that they wouldn't be waking up alone together anymore, that bedtime would now come with sharp knees digging into spines and little feet tucking into their underarms and a head full of curls in their face— something that wasn't so new for Steve, since he and Eddie had gotten together.

Six months of diapers and spit-up and learning to run on three hours of sleep.

They'd both been right, it had been hard sometimes, even when it was fun. But as Eddie listened to Steve sweeping up sugar, and as Andrew corrected the placement of his candycanes to make the cookies "even perfecter", it hit him again that he wouldn't trade that six months for the world.

#steddiebingo12daysofchristmas #steddiebingo2025 #Steddie #Steddie fic #kintsugi_kid ao3 #I think this is tecnically late #But it is POSTED

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its-gotham-innit · 4 months ago

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Tommy secretly builds a portal to the nether in the hopes of escaping exile... and ends up in Gotham!?

Info About Tommy

- This is CHARACTER Tommyinnit, NOT content creator Tommyinnit.

- He's got all the skills and abilities of a Minecraft SMP character including but not limited to: Access to an inventory, hunger bar, and health bar that no one else can see, breaking things with his bare hands (given enough time), carrying things far heavier than he should be able to carry, crafting things that shouldn't be possible in a normal world, healing by eating food, and multiple (three) lives.

- This Tommy came straight from exile so boy is he TRAUMATIZED.

- Tommy became a shapeshifting meta human upon ending up in Gotham. He can turn into anything :)

- Teleporting to Gotham reset all his lives, so he's a (relatively) healthy boy as of starting out, but he can still lose his lives all over again.

- No, it doesn't have to make sense. Gotham's definitely seen weirder.

- Adoptive son of Philza and adoptive brother of Wilbur. Probably found in a dumpster on the side of the road or smth ngl.

- Tommy's chat followed him into Gotham and out of Exile. His chat, like any living being, can be hurt :)

- Anons signed off with a 📺 can be considered apart of Tommy's chat.

- Tommy will not and I mean will NOT eat anything if his hunger bar becomes full, even if he seemed hungry just moments ago.

- Tommy has Borderline Personality Disorder. This headcanon is just me projecting lmao. Anyway. Tommy’s BPD favorite person is Dream. He relies on him for emotional support and validation and would have most definitely a breakdown if he felt like he was being abandoned by Dream. When thinking highly of Dream, Tommy will push anyway anyone who tries to separate them. When thinking horribly of Dream, Tommy will lash out, accuse Dream of not being his friend, accuse Dream of abandoning him, and see everything bad that Dream has done and turn that shit up to eleven. Tommy will also sometimes try to test Dream’s loyalty by lashing out and pushing him away. If Dream leaves, he just confirms Tommy’s worst fears, but if he stays, Tommy will still have a hard time believing it’ll last for very long.

Idk why I wrote so much for that i’m so sorry im just trying to let everyone (and my partner who plays Dream) know what to expect im sorry

- Tommy is an age regressor. I’m sorry. More projecting.

- While Ghostbur melts in rain, Glatt in sunlight, and singing and dancing would permanently off Boo, Ghostinnit’s weakness is physical affection (from living beings).

- I made a roll call post for all the DSMP x DC blogs I have found. Feel free to add to that list by making blogs of your own!

Rules For This Blog

- Do not come at me for being a DSMP fan and making this blog a Tommyinnit roleplay. That's literally all I ask. I can like the DSMP without liking the content creators that played in it.

- Do not be suggestive or otherwise inappropriate. Tommy is a minor. He's seventeen. I don't care if he's "close enough to adulthood" do not be suggestive with my boy.

- No asking to ship characters with Tommy. My interpretation of Tommy has him being aroace, only "liking women" as a front to appear normal to society.

- All DMs are out of character. Do not DM this blog in character.

- This Account Is Shared With My Fiancé. My Blogs And Side Blogs Are: @its-gotham-innit @pig-from-the-pits @gothams-fluffiest-therapist @a-bloody-influence-over-gotham @what-a-time-to-shine @greeting-gotham-with-open-arms @gotham-and-the-infant @captain-fluffy-in-gotham @dream-in-arkham @godream-in-gotham @imma-creeper-gothams-grimreaper

- Fiancé In Question's Side Blogs Are: @arkham-warden

Credits and Inspiration For This Blog

- Blog Inspired by cyperss173 on Tiktok

- Top and bottom dividers by pixels-thesaurus on Tumblr

- In between dividers by patorucho on tumblr

#dc rp #dsmp x dc #dc x dsmp #dsmp rp

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lunastral · 9 months ago

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Tulip DPD (Dependent Personality Disorder) flag ✨

PT: Tulip DPD (Dependent Personality Disorder) flag [Sparkle emoji]

[ID: two almost identical flags, the one on the right having a divided sun symbol representing the dependent personality disorder. The colors of the horizontal stripes are pastel/desaturated, and are in the following order, top to bottom: purple, peach pink, orange, yellow, and green /End ID]

DPD Symbol by @/revenant-coining, and also credits to @/dependencypersonality for the idea of the tulip being representative of DPD, very thoughtful! Those two together made something click in my brain.

I wanted to make my own take on the DPD flag, seeing as how much it affects my life. I wanted it to be full of meaning and hope for a better future while acknowledging it isn't all sunshine and rainbows.

Stripe Meanings:

Purple: Darkness when without the guidance of others, being lost in the dark.

Peach pink: Depended person, being dependant on them. (Can also represent the love one feels for them, though not necessarily)

Orange: Anxiety, Feeling anxious and stressed when forced to make own decisions

Yellow: Hope for a better tomorrow, new beginnings (rising sun rays)

Green: Growth, constantly trying to be more independent and growing as a person. (Recovery)

As you can see, the majority of colors (3 out of 5) are warm, and the orange is centered. This is because orange is associated with anxiety and cluster C pds are the "anxious" ones.

The colors are in negativity to positivity in meaning, atleast to me. Going from feeling lost and depending on someone, to anxiety but being a bit more independent, having hope, and finally being in recovery and healing,

I chose to use the theme of sunrise colored tulips for two reasons: firstly, the DPD symbol is a setting/rising sun. Secondly, tulips and flowers in general are seen as a "needy" because of how fragile and sensitive to various factors they are, so they depend on their gardeners to stay alive and healthy

I used common tulips colors, except white and the darkest purples to keep some harmony in the color pallette and to maintain the sunrise/sunset theme.

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ril-sillyart1st · 5 months ago

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BATMM FF! AU: AJ Flarelyn

A full information of my FF! AU AJ! (Finally, I made at least one character's ref sheet In my AU!)

The reference sheets:

More info under the cut! (TW: character death!)

Rules about making fanarts of my AU version:

Do's:

SFW drawings ONLY! You can change his outfit as long it's not NSFW!

Don't's:

NSFW art Shipping MY AU version with other characters Making him fat Genderbending him

Full information about my AJ:

Name: Alessio Jabilo Hartwell Flarelyn Nickname: AJ Gender and pronouns: (cis) male ★ he/him Sexuality: Arocae Age and Birthday: 16-17 ★ January 19 Species: human Powers: Visor View, Skywriting Height: 5'2 ft Occupation: Racer origin live: ??? Current live: Axle City (US)

About him:

nothing much change about my AJ but he's older, have his license and stuff

he's also dead (due to a racing event gone wrong with Blaze).

Blaze's adopted brother.

Has gap teeth on both top and bottom of his front teeth.

AJ's full name revealed in newer season (season 3).

Quite of an horror fan as well.

lore:

AJ was once a great racer and driver to Blaze. He is the only adopted human in Blaze's family, which isn't super surprising for some since human and car adoption is normalized in this world. One day this race gone wrong as an accident happened between him and Blaze, both were injured terribly especially for AJ. The doctors tried their best to keep the kid alive but no use, everything was getting worse… He already lost a lot of blood from that incident and a lot of his bone cracked into pieces inside of his body.

credits: SFW interaction only divider

#🍓 • ril talks! blog ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹#blaze and the monster machines #batmm #batmm aj #aj #flarelyn family au #ff au

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ryuzakemo128 · 4 months ago

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Moonlight Sonata

Pairing: CEO! Maxwell Lord x Electrical Engineer! Female Reader

Content Warnings: Electrical Engineer! Female Reader, CEO! Maxwell Lord. Age Gap (Female Reader is 33. Maxwell Lord is 49), Maxwell has a rather intense breeding, lactation, ownership, and collaring kink. Female Reader send Maxwell a rather naughty email. Female reader was on maturnity leave. Mention of a recent break up. Female reader in this is curvy, can be read as plus sized too. Other tags I might have missed, if you see something you want tagged in this let me know.

Word Count: 1805

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics + @cafekitsune

Masterlist

Summary: “Why thank you Mr. Lord.” You whispered, heft, heavy with a sultry allure.

You didn't think much of it when you slipped on that delectable tight dark purple coloured sleeveless pleated dress this morning, did you? No. You certainly didn't with that full, delicious, tempting, curvaceous bod of yours.

What were you thinking when you put those sheer black tights on underneath? The tight material wasn’t hiding anything from his dark brown eyes. Nothing is hidden from his eyes with that pretty thing on.

Did you expect him to look away once he saw the lace v-string underneath your dress? Were you tempting him on purpose now? Flaunting yourself in front of him so blatantly.

Those pumps made your legs look longer. While also a deep purple. A suede material by the look of things. These pumps gave you a generous four inches to your stature. Another part of your normal look that he didn’t take the time to fully appreciate until today.

You were there to talk about the terms and conditions of your employment. You weren’t sure if he was going to fire you with how things were going lately.

Likewise, you were pretty bummed out from last night’s panic job search in case you would be fired. Panicking before you even got to the meeting he set this morning.

Eye-fucking you long before you said a word to him. The act of biting your bottom lips is driving him mad. The more you do, the more he just wants to stop you from doing that by kissing you intensely. Like you were the last thing of value on the face of the earth.

You’re a fucking feast. A banquet, and he wants to keep you all to himself. Maxwell Lord is a starving man. His eyes lick your body from top to bottom, devouring every single curve and inch. He's been craving you for so long, his hunger is palpable in the air.

You weren’t short and you weren’t too terribly tall either. The perfect height. Perfect in his ever-devouring gaze. His office is minimalist compared to your own down in the IT department.

His eyes reached your gorgeous, beautiful, magnificent breasts, he could view the outline of your bra straps. Despite the rounded and high neckline on your dress. It did nothing to conceal the cleavage behind it.

The pink lip stain you must have done this morning, rumours of your recent childbirth reached him, and he still couldn’t get the image of your fat juicy pussy around his cock or maybe even his thick fingers. Perhaps his thumb?

He had heard whispers of it, how you had taken a short leave to push out a child, how your body had changed, how it had only made you more desirable. As if the idea of you recently giving birth had flipped a switch deep inside him. So far back that he didn’t think it would exist inside him.

The final straw? The final straw being the soft black leather choker with the metal love heart locket pendant in the middle. Contrasting against your professional attire and making you scream submissive with each batting of your eyelashes. Did you know what it meant to him?

Screamed submission and ownership. Regardless of whether you knew it or not. In face it didn’t matter if you knew or not, he knew. That innocent little neck decoration was begging for his collar. For his ownership, and for his protection.

His hand trembled as he picked up the contract, your handwriting as cursive as he remembers it and by the looks of things written with that fancy fountain pen you bought yesterday. He still remembers smelling the lavender and black pepper deodorant.

Unlike your recent ex-boyfriend who shamed you for the extra pounds you gained through pregnancy and childbirth. He wanted to own you. To breed you. To have you carry his child. To watch as your body changed to accommodate the life you would grow within you. He had fantasies, oh yes, Maxwell had fantasies of your swollen breasts, leaking milk, begging for his mouth.

It's just too bad your ex couldn’t or perhaps wouldn’t see the beauty of your transformation, isn’t it? But Maxwell? He's been dreaming of it. He's been dreaming of sliding his hands over your rounded belly, feeling the life that you'd carry. The power of creation. The idea of your body changing for his pleasure, your breasts swelling with milk, your hips widening to bear his child. It’s a heady thought that makes his cock throb painfully against his tailored suit pants.

Adding to the heat is you leaning on his desk, elbows on the redwood desk, “Are you ok sir?” you asked ever-so-sweetly. “You seem a little flustered.” You added in before he could answer your question.

Inside those innocent looking eyes. He swore he could spot the hints of mischief behind them. He knew that look rather well. Not only that, but he’s seen it in his own eyes this morning before work. The act of leaning on his desk had him incoherent and rethinking the meeting altogether.

“Did you need me to get you a glass of water?” you asked biting down on your bottom lip. Again.

Maxwell’s eyes snapped back to yours. You’re playing with fire. Don’t you see that? Or do you see it and choosing to dive in away? Your breasts pressed against the desk, the fabric straining with the effort to hold all that fucking lovely contents. Struggling to contain them.

You were seducing him on purpose now. You have to be. You weren’t supposed to be so aware of his desires. You weren’t supposed to be able to flip the script on him so easily.

Your nails were a lovely beige with French tip acrylic. Like you knew he had thing for women with French tip acrylic nails. He composed himself for a moment and went through your contract, you had studied Electrical Engineering for the past thirteen years by what it read on your CV.

Another layer he hadn’t anticipated from you. Another lovely, gift-wrapped surprise just for him. He knew you were smart. He just didn’t know how smart you were. Though, was it that he didn’t know or was it more like, he didn’t notice? Who knows?

He cleared his throat, his eyes lingering on the curve of your neck, the pulse he could see beating so steadily under the soft skin. He swallowed, his tongue feeling thick and heavy with lust. “Mrs...” he began, using your last name from your contract, “I’ve noticed your recent achievements in the IT department. Your dedication to the company is... commendable.”

“Why thank you Mr. Lord.” You whispered, heft, heavy with a sultry allure.

As Maxwell continued to talk about your revised contracted hours, his eyes still couldn’t stop wandering over to your choker, to your lips and your luscious breasts. How dare you be so, so, so, gorgeous with those curves filling out so perfectly? How dare you be so tantalizing, so... tempting? The way you leaned on the desk, your back arched ever so slightly, making your ass look like it was begging for his hand to squeeze it.

You couldn’t wait for him to see the email you wrote him that afternoon after the meeting.

Dear Maxwell Lord, did you enjoy the outfit? I could sense it. I could feel it too. If only you were bolder, closer, willing. I am willing to wait. But I don’t necessarily want to either. Your voice is authoritative, commanding, respected. I still touch myself thinking how you could use that tone. Oh, how much I would love it for you to use it on me. You had no idea how much you had me panting under my seat.

I could sense you eye fucking me while I was in your office this morning. I saw how you clutched that contract in your hand. It was almost as if you were trying to hold on to your composure as you took in every inch of me. The way your gaze lingered on my choker, my breasts, my hips—I knew you were imagining me as your own personal plaything. A toy to breed and claim as your own. It's a heady feeling, isn't it? The power you hold over someone just by existing.

But let’s not try to get too far ahead of ourselves. Let’s not kid ourselves Mr. Lord. You didn't hire me just for my expertise in electrical engineering. You didn’t just hire me for the fact I was an intern at the company you competed with 13 years ago when I was only 18 at the time now did you? No. I had a large feeling that wasn’t the case.

I also have a large feeling you didn’t particularly like my ex-boyfriend, who I was currently in a relationship with at the time. I knew what he was thinking, he had no right to look at me like that, yet here we were.

It’s a good thing he left. Sincerely, always and forever yours.

The images attached were of you in pink lingerie. The first image was a sheer lace with a rose pattern. The following pictures were of you in various poses with it on. Followed by a video of you slowly taking it all off in front of your rather expensive camera. You knew what you were doing.

You knew what you wanted, and you weren’t about to let anyone stop you from getting it either. Nothing would stop you from pursuing your own boss, no, not for a promotion. It would be nice to get a raise. But no, you aimed to get straight to his bedroom subtly enough, but incredibly direct at the same time too.

The ball was in his court now. A hushed silence fell over his office in his grand, opulent estate. Save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of his own heavy breathing. The subject was simple, and delectably innocent upon seeing it on a surface level. But the contents of the email itself is thick with just enough sexual tension, desire, and an unmistakable challenge.

He wanted to tear his clothes off and join you there. He remained seated and he wanted nothing more than to go to your house to take you completely. The email a lovely siren’s call to his inner beast within. With shaking, trembling hands he typed out a response.

Dear [Female Reader’s Last Name], Your beauty is as much a part of your appeal as your intellect, I must admit I find it inspiring. I am not a man who hides his desires nor am I one to be denied what he truly desires. What he wants or what he wants to keep for himself. And what I want, more than anything, is you.

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x you #maxwell lord x y/n #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord x female reader #maxwell lord x fem reader #maxwell lord x f!reader #maxwell lord fanfiction #maxwell lord fanfic #maxwell lord fic #maxwell lord smut #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fic #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character smut

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grist-widget · 1 year ago

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INTRO POST ☆ -•° * 🍊

☆ ×- Welcome to the blog. As of now, I am the only "mod" on this account. You may call me Dirk. I will be doing these for fun in my free time. Requests are Closed

☆ ×-Full disclosure! I work full-time just plus another on top of that and have every right to delete asks I don't want to do from the inbox. I will have a queue at the bottom of this post as well as take occasion "inbox checks" if requested.

☆ ×- Types of edits I will do from most to least likely to do: Icons, Panel Edits, and Talksprite Edits. I may be willing to do headcannon appearances, but only if reference is provided or with detailed text descriptions? Fancharacters by reference only.

☆ ×- DNI, Credit, and Resources will be listed under cut!

DO NOT INTERACT/REQUEST *°•.

🍊 》 Proship content (Ships that involve Incest, Pedophilia, Etc.)

🍊 》 Racist, Hateful, or Anti-LGBT content. This includes but is not limited to Rad-Fems, LGBT Exclusionists, Xenogender/Neopronoun Antis, or anyone else of that nature!

🍊 》 Endo/Non-Traumagenic "Systems"

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Inspiration for me to even make this account goes to @ro--lal 🌸

Dividers by: @chachachannah and @benkeibear

Transparents and Rips I get from @hsrips , @mspatransparents , and @riphiveswap respectively!

QUEUE ☆°•.

• Vast Error icons

• Karkat Talksprite Edit

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#intro post #dni criteria #rules post #homestuck #request

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atlurbanist · 1 year ago

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Ten years after the Atlanta Civic Center closed, the property is still empty

Top: Ponce City Market, for reference

Bottom: the Civic Center property, at the same scale

As of this year, the Civic Center has been closed for 10 years.

In 2017, three years after it shuttered, the Civic Center was sold by the city to the Atlanta Housing for $31 million with a promise of affordable housing to come. Two different development groups were selected over the years since then, but both pulled out of the project before producing anything.

A third development group is now trying to put something on this property.

According to an article in Urbanize Atlanta a couple of months ago, Atlanta Housing has secured low-income housing tax credits to partially cover the cost of redevelopment, while additional funding sources are being sought.

Quote from Urbanize Atlanta:

"The first facet of development calls for a building with 148 senior housing units that would rise on the northeast section of the Civic Center property, across the street from Renaissance Park. Consisting of all affordable, one-bedroom units with about 600 square feet each."

Hopefully the full financing will be found this year, and construction will start soon afterwards. This property is too large and too centrally located to sit empty for another 10 years.

Worth considering: can these large properties be divided and sold for development in pieces rather than waiting to 'land a whale', so to speak, that can handle a mega development? Could that prevent these long periods of total emptiness? Incremental development is how much of our best urban fabric was developed.

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yukidragon · 3 years ago

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Is demon SDJ an au or just a halloween costume? also do you have a headcanon for demon Jack too?

To my knowledge, it could be both. I believe it started when YummyPinkMilk got the idea to draw Jack as an incubus, which inspired Jambeebot/Sauce to draw their own version.

Later on, Sauce made a sprite version for fun with a slightly tweaked design, as we’ve seen on the official Sunny Day Jack twitter. After that, costumes for all the male leads were made.

It’s really cool to see both versions of the design side by side.

Whether or not the sprites are just fun Halloween costumes or something more to them remains to be seen. A lot of people enjoy playing with this design as its own AU though.

Also, as a quick aside, let me remind everyone to please not repost art posted privately on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon. Art that was posted publicly is okay as long as you remember to give Sauce full credit for it like I’m doing here. Please support them and this lovely game by becoming a patron, backing the official Sunny Day Jack kickstarter, or just spreading the word. As a reminder, there’s just a week left before the kickstarter closes!

As for headcanons, well... I do have a few thoughts that I could rattle off. It’ll go under the cut of course since we’re talking about a sex demon AU for an Adults Only game. Talk about spice is pretty inevitable.

Also, there might be some mature themes that go beyond sex. The implications of this sort of supernatural being can get pretty dark if you think about it too hard... which I’m oft to do. How dark? Hopefully no darker than my third headcanon post with the tragedy of [Redacted].

...Which is giving me ideas for this AU. Strap in, folks.

Oh, before I get started, I should tag @channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic & @sai-of-the-7-stars. If you want to be tagged in my next headcanon post, please let me know!

Since these are my own personal headcanons for a demon Jack AU, I’m going to default to using my own personal version of the MC, Alice. However, I will do my best to make mention of when things could apply to the MC in general.

For starters, Jack is an incubus in this headcanon. It’s not because he’s a male sex demon, but because he’s a top. I’ve been inspired by this popular thread that looks at the Latin origins of incubus/succubus and divides them not by gender but by sexual preferences. An incubus is a top, a succubus is a bottom, and a concubus is a verse.

Of course, Jack is flexible enough to take the role of a concubus or a succubus if his sunshine wants, but his preference is overwhelmingly as an incubus.

In this universe, sex demons, shortened to ‘cubi, can shapeshift to some degree, mostly in terms of body type, sex organs, and their more “demonic” features (wings, horns, tail, markings, etc.) This means that they can better appeal to the exact tastes of whatever human they’re catering to, or simply their own. This means that technically they’re genderfluid, but like anyone they have their own gender identity. In Jack’s case, that’s male, and the above appearance is what he is most comfortable in. If he wanted to, however, he could make himself look like the genderswap AU version of himself, Jill.

Despite being known as sex demons, ‘cubi don’t actually come from some infernal underworld... at least not originally. Rather, they’re beings made from magic as the manifestations of desire, specifically to cater to the pleasures of those that summon them. In a way, they’re something of a mixture between tulpas and familiars, bound to a specific person to serve them in exchange for that person’s energy to sustain them.

You know, something kind of similar to Jack’s situation with his sunshine in the main universe.

Now, I’m not saying Jack in SDJ is secretly an incubus or anything like that, even though he practically lives to serve MC and feels more secure in his existence through having sex with them, but... the parallels are kind of pretty apparent.

Naturally, this sort of setup is pretty rife with unfortunate implications if these magical husbando/waifus happen to be thinking and feeling sentient beings rather than glorified magical sex dolls made just for the pleasure of their owner. What sort of awful person would enslave some poor soul to just use them like that?

Oh wait.

Now... while this idea can very easily go into non-consent territory, I don’t want to go there, not even in an AU. This is just the origins of the ‘cubi species that serves as background in this universe. At some point in the past, they broke free of this unfavorable state of servitude. They weren’t meant to be able to reproduce on their own or live unbound to their masters, but the ‘cubi figured out how to do both and became their own race. They’ve been engaging in a both symbiotic and antagonistic relationship with humanity ever since.

Typically ‘cubi are unable to feel love of any sort due to their origins, but like any species that grows and changes over time with each generation, eventually there will be anomalies. Jack is one such anomaly. Unlike the majority of his species, he longs to love and be loved, but for the longest time didn’t realize that’s what he was missing. Much like in the regular universe, his family didn’t love him, but the ‘cubi parents didn’t even pretend they did, as the concept is just dismissed as a “human” trait, and humans are just for “food and fun” to the ‘cubi.

Naturally, Jack had a hard time living with the ‘cubi. Much like the main universe, he was neglected and ignored by those around him as he was growing, and eventually there was a tipping point that made him leave them and never look back again.

Although ‘cubi are most well known for being sex “demons”, they can feed off of any human desire, and it’s strongest when it’s directed at them. Sexual desire is just the most favored way for them to feed, as it’s very potent and pleasurable. This means that a human just looking at them with lustful feelings can offer them some energy even without directly engaging in sex.

The ‘cubi that either don’t want to have sex or are too young for it get their energy from platonic sources of desire or have energy donated to them by other ‘cubi. We respect enthusiastic consent in this house, and only consenting adults should engage in sexual behaviors, even in a fantasy AU.

Of course, once an adult, Jack did engage in sexual behaviors. What he didn’t get from ‘cubi, he thought he could get from humans. The pleasure was great, but he was still wanting more. He wanted to be the desire of many humans, believing that’s what he was missing. This led to a hedonistic lifestyle and a lot of people desiring him, but no matter how much desire he consumed, he was never satisfied.

Naturally, there are people who have a huge issue with sexual promiscuity. There are also people who have a huge problem with non-human races, ranging from distaste to outright hatred. Combine the two with plenty of fear, and you get tragedy.

With Jack seducing so many people and desiring so much attention, it was only a matter of time before the wrong people found out. There are demon hunters in this world, as well as those who believe the ‘cubi are evil. Jack was labeled as a demon seducing innocent people and clouding their minds, tempting them to the path of sin, and other such excuses to hunt him down.

Jack barely survived being killed by the hunters, but was captured instead. In this world, familiars are summoned and can be sealed away if they get unruly. The person who caught him was familiar with the origins of the ‘cubi and how similar they are to familiars, and used that to seal him away into a magical box.

This of course resulted in a Jack-in-the-box.

Yes I am quite proud of that pun, thank you.

As you might have guessed, Jack is in quite an unfortunate position. That collar around his neck isn’t just because it looks kinky. Fortunately, the order that captured him weren’t going to use him for slavery, but the bad news was that he was trapped in a dark place, devoid of all feeling. He was buried like unpleasant secret, locked away and eventually forgotten.

Poor Jack gets to suffer a similar fate as he does in the normal universe.

Fortunately, sunshine will find Jack in this universe as well several years later.

This world is a fantasy setting similar to a lot of JRPGs, with magic creating fantastic technology, but it has a strong medieval feel in ways. There are monarchies and nobility as well as monsters and magical races.

Alice was born into nobility. Although her family is a very loving one, there were duties expected of her due to her bloodline. The life of nobility can be cutthroat, with those aiming to destroy other noble houses for their own political gain, or unite via marriages.

This is especially true if they are engaged to be married to the next crown prince.

Despite it being an arranged marriage, Alice and Ian were close. They grew up together, were friends, and fell in love. It was like a fairytale...

And, like many fairytales, this one involves a curse.

No one knows who cast it, but there were plenty of suspects. It could have been a rival family that wanted their daughter to marry Ian instead. It could have been a curse meant for the crown prince, but due to the royal family’s supposed divine protection, it struck his fiancée in his place. It could even have been just the cruel whim of a wicked witch.

Whatever the case, the results were the same; Alice was one day transformed into a beastly creature.

This resulted in chaos of course, but for the most part, to protect the dignity of Alice, her family, and the royal family, it was kept a secret. Alice was hidden away under the story of being sick while others searched for the culprit and the cure. Crown prince Ian swore he would do whatever it took to cure Alice. He loved her even in her hideous cursed state.

Unfortunately, the more time passed without answers or a solution in sight, unrest set in. The queen especially was repulsed by the idea of her child marrying a hideous monster, no matter how Ian protested. The king was at best indifferent, not dissolving the engagement over the incident, but he refused to allow the marriage to proceed unless Alice was cured.

The secret slowly leaked, as secrets tend to do when money and political intrigue is involved. Pressure was put to annul engagement so that Ian could marry someone else. Noble families sent their attractive and clever members of the same age as him to strengthen bonds with him as it were

At first, Ian resisted all temptations and arguments. He was determined to marry Alice, but as time slipped away and they spent less and less time together, it was hard for his attention not to stray.

Alice had to remain hidden away in her family’s manor. Ian could only rarely visit her, and they mostly kept in communication via magic and letters. It left them both feeling lonely and missing each other.

At first, Alice refused to let Ian see her in her hideous state, but with time he managed to convince her that he still loved her regardless. When she finally allowed him to see what had become of her, he was shocked and horrified, but he managed to reassure her that it didn’t matter. The only one he wanted to marry was her. He loved her.

Alice believed Ian. He was her prince charming who would save her from her curse. He would never forsake her.

I think you can see where this is going.

Much like in the regular universe, time apart, popularity, and temptations of the flesh made Ian stray.

Stricken with guilt, Ian confessed what he did... and Alice couldn’t handle his betrayal.

The engagement was broken. Even if royalty aren’t exactly known for remaining loyal to their spouses, Alice’s family loved her enough to put an end to the engagement for her sake. Ian did everything he could to apologize and make amends, but Alice refused to see him. His constant visits trying to see her, gifts, and messages just made her heartbreak worse.

As word of the engagement being broken spread, there was also a rumor that Alice was going to a distant territory managed by her family to recover from her heartache. This allowed her to not only get some distance from Ian, but to lessen the risk of rumors spreading about her curse.

The place Alice went to live was a distant home surrounded by woods, isolating it from the rest of her world. Being betrayed by the person she loved and trusted the most shook her faith in people, and she insisted on living there alone, save for the occasional delivery of supplies and visitor.

Alice could have simply languished away in that place lamenting her fate, but instead she studied. She had an interest in magic that she had once been passionate about, but had to turn into an idle hobby when she wasn’t busy taking lessons as the future queen and spending time with Ian. Now she no longer had to worry about such distractions.

Perhaps it could help her find a cure for her curse when all other mages and scholars failed...

Time passed as Alice focused on improving her skills with magic and potions. Although Alice didn’t want anyone to see her in this state, she couldn’t help but feel lonely. One day, she was struck with the idea of having a familiar as a companion. Familiars are made from their master’s magic, essentially a piece of the mage given life. It could never betray her.

While engaged to the crown prince, Alice has access to the royal treasury at times. Ian would surprise her with presents that he technically shouldn’t have given away, but he was young, in love, and she was so keen to learn more about magic.

Despite the way things ended, Alice took some of those magical trinkets with her. One of those objects was a box, a medium meant to take some of her essence and create the familiar when the right ritual was performed.

Things go a little bit sideways when the box is already in use sealing away a being that is only similar to a familiar.

Luckily or unluckily, depending on your perspective, Alice just wound up releasing Jack from his box and forming a contract with him, binding them both together.

It was pretty surprising to the both of them, to put it lightly.

When ‘cubi are starved and in a weakened state, their colors are faded, and their eyes and markings won’t glow. Jack looked more like Joseph when Alice let him out, but with her magic feeding him due to their bond, he was his bright and colorful self again soon enough.

A lot of the dynamics between Alice and Jack are similar in this AU to the game universe. Jack can’t do anything Alice doesn’t want, and they can sense each other’s feelings and even thoughts. However, in this universe, Alice is aware of this, since that’s part of having a familiar, which allows her to guard her thoughts from him, if not her emotions.

While the situation is less than ideal for Jack... at the same time he finally feels what he was missing for so long. Alice is warm after he spent so many years sealed away in cold darkness, and he feels things from her that he never did from anyone else.

A pact with a familiar isn’t easily broken. Jack was also afraid that if it was broken, he would just go back into the box. He was still technically bound to it even as he was also bound to Alice. After learning about the hell he suffered when sealed away, she couldn’t bring herself to damn him like that, not when she could feel how terrified and desperate he was to never go back in there.

Jack offered to give Alice anything she wanted. He was ready to seduce her then and there.

Alice barked out a humorless laugh and told Jack that wasn’t a funny joke.

When visitors came over, Alice would wear heavy draping cloaks and veils to hide her body. When alone, she has less, so Jack saw her cursed appearance.

Jack didn’t see an issue with how Alice looked. In fact, her warmth and gentle heart drew him to her. It felt... good, but Alice had already been hurt before.

Instead of accepting sexual favors, Alice tentatively accepted his friendship instead.

So the two of them live together. Jack flirts with Alice, using his typical tactics that worked to draw people in before he got sealed away, being cheeky and seductive... and he finds that she responds when he was sincere instead. They form a genuine friendship and, as they grow closer, Jack eventually realizes that what he’s feeling for Alice, what he’s been missing all of his life, is love.

Eventually the two do fall in love after enough time getting to know and trust each other. Somehow Alice gets her curse cured as well. Maybe fitting with the fairytale theme, it could be cured through the power of true love... expressed through sex, since this is a story about incubi Jack after all.

I guess in this universe you can say Jack is a monster fucker as well as a demon?

Speaking of which, here’s a couple more ‘cubi headcanons that are on the spicier side.

The bond between them leaves a marking in Jack’s colors on Alice’s abdomen. Yes, it’s a “womb tattoo” since having some of Jack’s glowing markings being left behind as a sign of their bond would be fun.

The ‘cubi ability to appeal to their partner’s tastes isn’t just limited to appearance. The flavor of their cum can be altered to suit their tastes in a more literal sense.

Needless to say, Alice does not expect a vanilla cream finish the first time she gives Jack a blowjob.

A ‘cubi has amazing stamina and sometimes will savor their meal. Needless to say, Alice is going to have a hard time keeping up with Jack.

Though with access to magic, Alice has ways of potentially getting in some fun payback.

This is pretty much about all the headcanons I have at this time for this particular AU. I’m still unsure of Shaun and Nick’s roles in the universe, but I do know Barry is a merchant trader that Alice sometimes sells her magic potions to for extra money. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my really huge ramble about demon Jack that turned into an alternate version of Beauty and the Beast!

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Fantasy AU #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Sauce-y Art #Incubus AU

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boozeandbaddecisions · 3 years ago

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Order 69

A good way to celebrate Wrecker Wednesday.

Blue divider by @saradika

Warnings: Smut, P in V, oral (F Receiving), clothes tearing, dirty talk, mentions of sex pollen

Pairing: Wrecker x F!Mechanic!Reader

It was a tame night at Cid’s. Drinks were cold, credits were changing hands. As long as Boss Lady’s happy you’re happy. That means your credit chit might get bulkier. Your drink barely had enough left to coat the bottom of the bottle before a voice cut through the bar chatter.

“Cid, we need to talk.”

You spun around to catch her top errand boys..and girl. You could usually tell when the group entered a room, but taking a quick headcount they were short one. Cid took in Hunter’s gaze and jerked her head to the backroom.

“My office.”

The clones followed Cid to her office and you upturned your bottle.

“Guess that’s my cue,” You murmured to yourself, fetching your bag by the stool and heading off to the landing bay.

It was a quick trip to the landing bay. The route offered a few shortcuts to get you to your destination. The Havoc Marauder was a nice old girl, but she really needed some love that you were happy to provide for a fee. She always had something gone or about to go when she’d come back in, so she kept your hands full to avoid drinking yourself under the table on your boss’s creds. With a wave of a fob, the ship unlocked and you made your way inside to the cockpit. You sighed as the smell of blaster oil and sweat slithered into your nostrils. You tapped a few buttons on your datapad and began a new invoice.

Interior detailing

You entered the cockpit drawing out a cable from your bag to plug your datapad into the ship’s onboard diagnostics. As the datapad’s display lit up running checks, you ran your hand over the ship’s dash as if she were a pet. Your voice softens.

“It’s alright, girl. I’m gonna take care of you right now. Four eyes is just so mean to you isn’t he.”

Speaking of, a message popped up on screen, which caused you to roll your eyes.

“Kriff off, Tech.” You commented, swiping away the notification.

The datapad chimed to alert you the checks were complete allowing you to scroll through the data. Life support was functioning well. Hyper drive is a bit worn but can be replaced later. Shields were offline. You frowned and dug deeper into the diagnostics to find the root of the issue. You huffed a bit of a laugh.

“Gotcha, little bastard.”

With a click of the cord separating from your datapad, you headed down to the cargo hold to go chase down a rogue fuse.

The few steps down to the hold echoed as you took in the stacks of crates probably housing ammo, rations, and other things the boys would need for a job. Spotting your target, you approached the fuse box mounted on the wall. You flipped open the panel and set to work unaware of a pair of hungry eyes in the dim light.

Wrecker laid his head back against the wall he was bound to. The cool metal soothing in contrast to him burning up. He spent the entire flight home chained up against the wall after he took a tumble in some brush and his helmet’s air filter had failed. After Wrecker had complained about the ship being too warm, Tech had given a preliminary scan and implemented an emergency quarantine for the Batch’s explosives expert. This left him down here in some improvised restraints burning up in his blacks. He was left there alone with his thoughts until the sound of the hold doors opening reached him. Tech better not be coming back here to poke and prod him again. He was surprised to see you. Nose buried in a datapad. His heart began hammering with his half hard cock stirring back to life making his blacks tighter.

You had caught his eye as soon as Cid introduced you to the Batch. A little spitfire, who had no problem telling Tech where to stuff his modification suggestions. His eyes roamed your body. His body heating up as he took in your breasts, your hips, how you’d chew your bottom lip when looking for something. His cock jumped as he watched you. You just had to turn your back to him, didn’t you. Those hips would be perfect for him to grab onto, and your ass. There was a reason he enjoyed walking behind you when he carried parts for you. Just the sway and the bit of bounce it offered. He’d play that on repeat during his time in the fresher. A groan tore through his throat as you bent over to get a closer look at the fuse box, the restraints rattling as he tried to get closer. You jumped and turned towards the source of the noise to find him sat against the wall.

You sighed, relieved to see a familiar face, “Scared the kriff outta me, big guy,”

You took a few steps toward him, “What’re you doing over there? You alright?”

He licked his parched lips, his face burning at you coming closer, “N-no…”

You frowned, venturing closer taking in the sheen of sweat on his face. It however was your mistake by stepping into his range. A yelp left you as he closed around your form. Both of his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass pulling you close as he buried his face against your clothed heat. His muffled groan sparked the embers blooming in your core as he kept his grip on your ass.

“So pretty…” He rumbled, his gaze met yours, his pupils blown wide, “mesh’la…please.”

Seeing him begging like this, his hands shaking. This display made you all too aware of your now soaked panties. You nodded and your hands moved to your waist beginning to open the clasps, however Wrecker was never known for his patience. He gripped a fistful of the fabric of your pants and with a quick jerk the fabric gave way with an audible rip. Nothing covered your ass but the simple cotton panties that he was pulling aside to run two fingers along your folds. Your slick left a trail connecting his fingers and your sex as he removed them. The trail snapping as those fingers went to his mouth. The groan he produced caused a fresh wave of arousal to wash over you. Taking advantage of his temporary distraction, you scrambled out of your clothing lest your shirt and panties meet the same fate of your pants. Catching sight of you now bare before him, spurred him onward. His hands moved down to grip your thighs giving them a squeeze before lifting you off your feet soon seating you on his shoulders. Wrecker wasted no time in diving into his first meal since he arrived on planet.

Your hand gripped his head attempting to keep your balance but also to ground yourself

against his relentless tongue. Your nails scratched against his scalp as his tongue probed inside his nose rubbing against your clit every time he delved his tongue in borderline fucking you with it. Your thighs trembled as your end drew near. One of his hands left you to palm himself through his blacks causing a moan to vibrate against your clit. The fiery coil in your core snapped as your thighs tensed around his head. A cry of his name echoing off the walls of the cargo hold.

As soon as your thighs loosened, he pulled you from his shoulders and into his lap. His lips met yours in a desperate kiss as he guided your hand to his neglected aching cock. As soon as you freed his cock, you nearly choked feeling its full weight and size as you wrapped your hand around what you could using your thumb to spread the precum gathered on the head. His responding growl drove something in you as your hips moved on their own spreading your slick along his cock. This did not last as he lifted you once more and began lining himself up to your cunt and began lowering you down. A groan rumbled deep in his chest.

“So tight.”

You would have had a comeback for him, but any remarks you have morphed into a wailing moan as he stretched you nearly to the point of pain. You attempted to move in his grasp managing to adjust how you were seated on him and in the burning desire for movement you began to cant your hips. The new sensation causing the clone beneath you to tighten his already bruising grip on your thighs.

“That’s it, mesh’la. Ride it..nn…just like that..”

Your thighs were burning with needing to be stretched over his lap, but that was overshadowed with chasing your own release and the clone now moaning unashamedly into your shoulder. His hips bucking every time you bottomed out on the base of his cock.

“Come on, big guy.” You gritted out, your brain fighting through the euphoric fog caused by his cock, “want you t- ohhh…fuck me where I can’t kriffing walk.”

Deciding to play with fire, you set your lips against his good ear.

“Did you hear me? I. Want. You. To. Kriffing. Wreck. Me. Soldier.”

His restraints rattled and you swore you heard metal snap as your back met the floor with him looming over you. His hips pistoning into you while his hand kept a bruising grip on your hip. This new position caused your eyes to roll back being at his mercy as he sheathed himself to the hilt in you. Your second orgasm rips through you pushing your back into an arch. His groan answered you as your cunt clamped down on him in a stranglehold that only left him to bury into you. Your aftershocks disrupted any semblance of rhythm he had. His hips jerking as he chased his own release. His mouth finding your shoulder once more sinking his teeth into the soft flesh to muffle the shout of his release. The pulsing of his cock pulling a hoarse moan from you.

The pair of you basked in the post coital bliss. Your eyes directed to the ceiling while his forehead rested against your shoulder. His labored breathing wafting across your skin in puffs. You remained in a tangle of limbs before Wrecker lifted his head to look at you.

“I uh…sorry about uh…”

You huffed a laugh, “Don’t worry about it. Your blaster was shooting a shield.”

His shoulders relaxed a bit before he rolled off and pulled you against his side, half draping you over his chest.

“I mean what I said..” His hand had returned to the back of his neck, “You’re really pretty, mesh’la.”

You hummed your content, “You owe me a new pair of pants.”

“Sorry about that.” He replied sheepishly.

You shrugged with a smirk curling your lips, “Next time I’ll wear something I don’t mind losing.”

His laugh boomed as he gathered you up in his arms and moved to stand, “Right, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He smacked a kiss onto your cheek as he headed up the steps towards the refresher. There would have to be some questions to answer later. Why were your clothes on the floor? How Wrecker ended up chained up? However, no one ever asked why the beams in the cargo hold were bowed slightly.

#wrecker #wrecker tbb #wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker wednesday #smut

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windows98whore · 4 years ago

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Welcome home

An: You’re tired and stressed from a shite day at work. Your husband is more than happy to release that tension for you. Just a short Drabble to cope with a bad day.

Warnings: Vaginal sex, comfort after a bad day. Cumming inside?

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Characters: Katsuki Bakugo

All characters are aged up. Divider credits are at the bottom of the post.

Just imagine coming home, dog ass tired. It’s cold out, and you bundled up for the bus ride to and from work, then the grocery store. You drop the bag of groceries you’d forced yourself to get for dinner and kick off your shoes at the door before you start peeling off a fleece and a big coat to hang on the hooks by the door. Your hat and scarf come next, and you shake out your curls, rubbing a hand down your neck. Despite the cold, the way your hair had been pressed against your skin had left you damp with sweat. You didn’t bother calling out that you were home, Katsuki was used to you coming home around this hour, and if he wasn’t on a patrol or mission, he was almost always in one spot.

From the doorway you could see Katsuki planted in that familiar recliner in front of the tv, watching the news of course, a cup in his hands. He looks up when you saunter in and plop yourself on top of his spread thighs with a tired sigh. He sets his cup on the end table and scans your back, noting the visible tension in your muscles.

He doesn’t speak. Instead, he runs warmed fingers up and down your arms, helping you shed your blazer, leaving you in a simple button up. He takes his time, unbuttoning each button and pressing warm, soothing kisses down your neck and back, his lips soft against your shoulders.

You catch a glimpse of his silver wedding band glinting in the lamp light and thread the fingers of one of your hands into his. Palm to palm, the only sounds between you for a moment, is the droning on of newscaster on the tv. You enjoy the roughness on his skin, the calloused fingers once used for fighting, ever so gentle and sweet with you, when you need it.

He knew work was stressful. Knew you wanted to quit too, and go into another field or just work anywhere else. He didn’t prod, no use in having you repeat your usual rants about paperwork and bitching supervisors and never getting anything the way they liked it. He rubs a thumb on your palm and presses his lips against your back.

“Let me make you feel good.” He mumbles against your skin. He releases your smaller hand and sets his hands gently on your hips to lift you off of his lap. The two of you walk slowly, to the bedroom, and not long after you flop down onto your plush bed with a huff, Katsuki’s body follows right behind, moving to push your pencil skirt and panties down your hips in one easy sweep, until the expensive fabric gathers around your ankles. You kick them off, not caring where they end up right now.

Katsuki resumes his lazy kisses, alternating between kitten licks and gentle suckles. He expertly undoes the clasp of your bra and takes both breasts into his hands to massage at the supple skin with a soft groan.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs against your neck. He relishes the way your back arches and the sighs that tumble from your supple lips as he rolls your pert nipples between his fingers. He pinches ever so slightly, smirking when you gasp. Katsuki releases your right breast and flips you over to trail a hand down your stomach, rough fingers ghosting over your belly to your thighs.

He pulls you in by your hip, and ruts into your shapely ass, groaning at the way your ass feels against his hardening cock. He wants to give it to you, fuck you until you’re relaxed and cuddly and sleepy, but he takes his time. This is about your pleasure and he wants you to know that. His fingers dip towards you heat, and he parts your lips to rub a warm finger over your clit.

The pressure sends jolts of pleasure up your spine. You mewl his name quietly, which only spurs him on. “Good girl...” he’s whispering, voice deep from arousal. “Like that? Like how I touch you?” His words just add to your growing pleasure as he thumbs your clit, circling it expertly in just the right way. He runs his fingers down to your entrance, collecting slick between his pointer and middle finger.

As much as he’s aching to be inside you, he’s gentle, slow even, as he slides his dampened fingers inside of you. You part your legs instinctively, mouth open as you groan. He massages your velveteen walls, enjoying the way you roll your hips to try and bury the two fingers further inside of you. He pulls his hand back, twirling your clit with his thumb, before he slides back in enjoying the wet squelch of your juices against his fingers.

“That wet already?” He sucks his teeth, feigning surprise. He knew what he did to you, and just how to get you worked up. “I’ll make you cum, and then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t even remember your day. Deal?” His voice is like liquid pleasure and it shoots straight to your brain. Your clit twitches against his thumb and all you can make out is a quick nod. “Good.” He speeds up his wrist flicks, and changes his angle so that he each time his fingers disappear inside you, the palm of his hand kisses your clit. You’re a mess, moaning and turning into jelly right in front of you. “Why don’t you cum for me sugar. Cream all over my fingers.” He husks, curling said fingers against your g spot and making you see stars. You tumble over the edge into ecstasy, panting and shaking while your husband praises you softly, tells you how he loves how you cum with that pretty pussy of yours, how sexy your o face is, how he can’t wait to bury himself inside and fuck you dumb.

Katsuki always licks his fingers after he’s helped you ride out your orgasm. He sucks each digit into his mouth, staring you directly in the face with that cocky look in his lust darker irises. When he turns your head in his cum and saliva slick fingers, and presses his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, you shudder, able to taste your own cum in his mouth.

The blond normally likes to tease. Likes to have you at your breaking point before he gives in and fucks you so deeply tears spring into your eyes.

But tonight, he doesn’t. He turns you so he can be the big spoon, pushes his orange boxers down just enough to get his erecting free and slides into you, groaning at how your walls are already fluttering around him as he slowly buries himself to the hilt.

“Oh fuck...” you groan, which puts a cocky smirk on his face. Katsuki takes his time. He’s not fucking tonight, he’s making love to you. Making you feel loose and well loved and appreciated. He presses his lips to the shell or your ear to whisper just how tight you feel, and how good it all is, and how no one else gets him this hard and horny but you and your amazing body and mind god he loves how sharp you are. It had been your quick wit that had drawn him in. He rolls his hips, dragging his cock against your walls in a way that makes you twist free hands in the plush sheets beneath you.

Katsuki is a lot of things, but patient isn’t one of them. You’re more than aware of that, though, and when you feel him start to tremble from holding back, you quietly beg him to take you rough and quick, the way he’s dying to. The sounds of damp skin slapping fill the room. You’re moaning and groaning and keening for him, and that just sets him off more. He’s curses up a storm, and pulling you by the hips into him so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises to match the hickies he’s sucking into the copper skin of your neck.

“Fuck, babe I’m close. Where do you...Shit...where do you want it?” He asks breathlessly, voice raising so you can hear him over your own sounds of pleasure.

“Inside Suki. Cum inside me. Fucking cum inside, please.” You plead between deep suckles of air. Katsuki nods against your neck, mumbling that he’d do anything you ask, anything for you. He slips his hands between your legs and thumbs your clit, quickly sending you into your second orgasm of the night. The way you tighten around him has Katsuki following not long after, hips jerking wildly, only to stop and stutter, as he pumps you full of his cum. He lets out a breathy shudder, sliding his slowly softening dick in and out of you with a very satisfied groan.

Your head spins. There are goosebumps and bruises and hickies dotting your skin now. Katsuki presses his lips to each dark mark in a silent apology as he pulls out with a hiss.

He was right. You don’t remember much of your day anymore. All you can focus on is the familiar ache between your thighs and the way cum slowly drools from inside you, dribbling down your legs.

Katsuki takes care of you, silently. He gets a damp rag from the adjourning bathroom, and delicately wipes you down. Your eyes meet, and he looks like he’s considering something. You tilt your head in a silent question.

“I don’t like telling you what to do.” He hums, looking up at you through foggy eyes. “You should quit. Take some time to just lounge around. I’m sure we can find you a less shit job.” You smile fondly down at him.

“Actually I’m determined to make them regret treating me like shit.” Your determined look makes Katsuki smirk. He pats your thigh, a loving glint in his eyes. “Be the best employee they’ve ever had, so when I quit, they beg me to stay. Make them wish they’d never been rude to me.”

“That’s my fuckin girl.”

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