#and so I want to be like get ready bitch (affectionate) it's YOUR turn to have a bad day

[gaydryad]

oh also why are there So Many trade evolutions

[lovettesgem]

Miles e42! hcs bc no one should remain sane about this man.

okay so i see miles as someone who’s possessive, but not over-the-top possessive? like he’s pretty secure in yall’s relationship, but he is fairly possessive bc 1) he’s literally fucking prowler, so he can’t let that lifestyle touch you in any way, 2) DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS NYC IS?? AND 3) YOU’RE LITERALLY HIS ANGEL, HIS BABY, THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO HIM. IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO YOU HE WOULD NEVER FORGIVE HIMSELF. 

4) also because he knows you’re a bad bitch, you know you’re a bad bitch, aND HE GOT TO YOU FIRST SO HAH 

he absolutely lets you wear whatever you want, he can fight. he likes seeing you wear whatever makes you feel confident (and he likes watching you get ready so 👀) 

he loves walking down the streets of NYC with either his hand in your back pocket, around your waist, or around your shoulders depending on the situation. he’s not too big on PDA, especially at the beginning of your relationship, so he usually settles on leaving his hand in your back pocket. 

unless some weirdo is staring at you or tries to hit on you, then he absolutely comes behind you while you’re in an uncomfortable situation, wraps his arms around your waist firmly, looks menacingly at whoever’s bothering you and goes “hi baby, you didn’t tell me you made a new friend!” while the dude who’s hitting on you is (not so discreetly) pissing his pants :)  

ALRIGHT LISTEN TO ME. HEAR ME OUT. MILES LOVES TO PRETEND HE ISN’T INTO THAT AFFECTIONATE STUFF BUT HE’S A BIG FUCKING LIAR 

HE’S AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER FOR KISSES AND CUDDLES FROM YOU, ESPECIALLY IF YOU INITIATE THEM 

OR SHOWER HIM IN THEM WHILE HE’S GOING THROUGH A HARD TIME 

IF YOU KISS HIM ON THE LIPS, CHEEKS, OR ESPECIALLY THE FOREHEAD? HE’S A GONER. 

HE KNOWS IT, YOU KNOW IT, THE WHOLE WORLD CAN SEE IT - THIS DUDE’S GONE ONCE YOU GIVE HIM A GENTLE KISS ON THE FOREHEAD 

he will Literally Melt in your arms and turn into pudding as soon as you do it please give him forehead kisses i beg it’s so amazing for his health (mental, physical, emotional, everything) 

bro’s got heart eyes, warm face, and the most idiotic smile ever please you don’t understand what you just did to him

if you cuddle him, especially with back hugs, he’s melting. 

if you initiate them without him asking? he’s planning a proposal in his head don’t interrupt his train of thought pls. 

i feel like he’s a heavy sleeper in general? like he didn’t wake up easily before yall started dating, but once ya’ll started going to sleep in the same bed, his instinct is to just wrap his arms around you and never let go 

don’t even try to get up or anything. if you get up, then he’s getting up with you babes. 

he’s pretty clingy during this time but non-verbally? he doesn’t whine for you or anything, he just follows you around like a lost puppy, makes sure you did whatever you need to do (while backhugging you), and drags you back to bed

bro legit follows you around like a lost puppy and cuddles you while you’re going to the bathroom or smth 💀

if you’re not willing to come because you need to “stay up and finish work” or some crap like that, trust and believe he’s gonna carry you in his arms back to bed and go to sleep no matter how much you protest

I hc him as someone who loves spoiling you? like even though he’s not like ultra mega rich or smth, he loves spending his money on you and getting you things that he knows you’ll love and cherish for a long time

if you’re someone that’s part of a fandom or smth, he’s gonna do his absolute best to try and learn everything about the thing you’re into and buy you whatever merch you don’t have 

he adores spoiling you - don’t even try to deny his gifts. He isn’t too big on spending his money on himself aside from the essentials or the occasional thing he rlly wants, but something just feels wrong to him about not spoiling you? almost blasphemy yk?  

he just believes that he should spoil you with everything he has and give everything he has to you, just as you do to him yk? 

In conclusion: bro’s literally so down bad for you and has the softest, sweetest spot for you in his heart pls don’t break it 

[zeijia]

HEAR ME OUT...

otoya fucking his pretty girl after a huge fight w her abt his playboy past and he just has to prove it to his girl that he only belongs to her and that his playboy days are over once he met her <333

(can i be 🪼 anon?)

this made me giggle and blush somehow ❗❗ and sure, you can be 🪼 anon >0<

When he first entered a serious relationship with you, he thought you'd just be like one of his bitches that he randomly hits up on, and he thought you wouldn't last long. But oh was he wrong with that. He became INLOVE LOVE with you. You were patient enough with him to see the best of him. You helped him get through his struggles, you managed to get him out of his goddamned womanizer phase that's been going on ever since he was young. He never thought he'd become this attached to a girl. He would feel guilty whenever he'd view random girls on social media, and be extra affectionate with you the whole day whenever that happens.

But today, you managed to get into a fight with him, why's that? You saw a girl on his recently viewed accounts of his social media. A pretty one. You wondered, what if he's been cheating on you, right? So that ended up into a fight with him, where you refused to believe that he genuinely just 'accidentally' clicked on the account. He's apologized a thousand times already, but you still didn't give in. You were rather scared that he was getting bored of you, that he doesn't find you entertaining anymore, and that he found another girl already.

Once you two were in your shared bed, you faced the opposite direction, while Otoya just faced the same direction as yours, hoping you'd turn your back and cuddle with him, to have you back in his arms. The silence made him think that you've already fallen asleep. So, he sit up, brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and whispered, "im sorry." In your ear.

Though, you were just fake sleeping. You wondered where this would lead to. You could feel his big hand move you to face his direction, and he laid down right next to you, resting his face on your chest as he hugged you on your waist. Another murmur from him was heard. "I'm sorry, please.." 

You just couldn't anymore. You opened your eyes, and looked down at him. He sensed your movements and he quickly looked up. He was almost about to cry. Who knew that Eita had this side? "Y/n..! I'm sorry, please-" before he could finish, you cutted his sentence off. "If you're sorry, then prove it to me, Eita." You wanted him to prove his worth- you wanted him to prove that he only loves you, and you're the only one he wants. Eita's eyes shimmered as he heard that, he was ready to prove himself to you, to make you realize that you're the only girl he wants and needs.

And God, was he proving himself to you.

Your leg up on his shoulder as he held it, his other hand on your waist as he fucked you, your hand covering your face in embarrassment. Your boobs bouncing each time he thrusted his cock in your warm pussy that never seemed to let go of him. He made you feel warm, it felt fuzzy, it felt so… so right. His dick managed to create a bulge on your tummy, love bites from your neck that dropped down to your breasts were also there. The culprit? Eita himself.

He pounded onto you with love, yet it was also harsh, but it managed to make you see stars. The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy, it sounded so lewd. "Don't cover your face- please.." he groaned out, his hand moving from your waist to your face, removing your hands that hid your expression to him. You eventually gave into him and removed your hands away from your face, your vulnerable state all visible to him as moans and whines left your lips.

"I love-" he leaned in for a kiss, "I love you," and another kiss, "so much."

"You're the only one- ngh, the only one f'me.." he whispered, his movements becoming faster and faster, as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.

Your gooey walls tightened around his dick, making his thrusts become sloppier, "'m.. 'm gonna cum, eita!" you moaned, you felt a knot in your stomach, and you felt desperate for your release. "Cum for me, darling," he coos, kissing your cheek, "my pretty girl." he chuckled, as you shut your eyes tight, cumming on his cock, your leg trembled and fell down from his shoulder.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, you felt Eita come right inside your cunt. "Ah..! this just proves.. proves how much I love you," he sighed, before resting his head back on neck, and you wrapped your arms around him. He didn't have any plans pulling out, and you enjoyed having him inside you. You enjoyed feeling full from his dick. "I love you so so sooooo much, my girl." He muttered, a scoff was heard from you as you gave him a head pat. "Fine, alright. I forgive you, and I love you too, Eita." 

© zeijias. do not copy/steal, translate, modify my work. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

[bigbadvoxbox]

Heyyyy, I saw that lucifer was on your list of characters to write for (Yippee!) and thought I’d drop a request in, would you mind doing a request for a transmasc reader pegging luci? I’m sure he’s an absolute power bottom, thank youuuuu :3

it's like ur in my brain

- Lucifer never expected things to turn out this way. I mean, he had his suspicions with Lilith, but he didn't think he was THIS into it. He almost always topped with Lilith, Eve too, and even though he occasionally had the little thought about reversing the roles, it never intrigued him enough to look into it.

- Til you brought it up.

- Good GOD (pun intended) it was a great decision to listen to you.

- Bro is the loudest, whiniest power bottom ever, encouraging and praising you while he's panting like a bitch.

- Has his legs wrapped around your waist because he likes seeing your face when he gets fucked, and likes it when you can see his.

- Hair pulling, back scratching, biting, the whole deal.

- He fucking LOVES when you peg him, he thinks you're so handsome and just can't get enough of the satisfied smirk on your face when you hit the soft spot in him that has his back arching and his brain turning to mush.

- It would all be started because he accidentally said the wrong phrase or word, accidentally making some sort of sexual innuendo instead of what he thought he was saying, but god he does not regret it one bit when he sees the way you smirk and raise an eyebrow at him.

- He's so kissy and affectionate too, always wants your lips on his while you're fucking wrecking that ass. It's messy and loving and playful.

- He will occasionally fight for dominance, but believe me when I say that it is a fight he does not want to win. You two just end up rolling around on the bed in all sorts of positions, almost playfighting, pinning each other down, pulling each other's hair, but it's all done out of love (and lust), and always ends with you two making out like you're trying to swallow each other hole.

- He loves when you hold his face while you two kiss during sex, it's so close, so loving, and makes him melt under you.

- Fun Fact about Lucifer too

that man KNOWS how to use his tongue. Just thought I'd put this out there.

- He can just be going about his day, with his little rubber ducks and whatnot, and he notices you eyeing him up, before glancing under the bed where the box your strap is kept in is placed. He knows, and suddenly, ughhh what a long day, he's done with work for the day and he's so ready for something nice for some stress relief. If only somebody could help him destress. Maybe a bath? Some snacks? A movie? Getting fucked in the ass until you're both a sweaty mess on his bed? Yeah, that sounds like the best option.

I hope this is good! You got great taste in men! Good day to ya, anon!

[hitomisuzuya]

I'm just imagining Reader and Father!Wanderer/Scara with their child when suddenly he stubs his toe on a door or smth and the child asks "Is daddy ok?" and while Scara is just cursing his head off, he overhears Reader saying "Yeah, daddy's ok, he just stubbed his toe. and something just switches inside of him 😏😏 Perhaps after the child leaves for daycare some shenanigans happen iykyk.

a/n: Help omg this is so cute! I hope you like it. Scara would make an amazing father😌😌

Father! Scaramouche x fem! reader. Scara's filthy mouth (lol), humor with some shenanigans mixed in. I made the baby a boy. Scarameow reference. Slight smut.

After your child has been born, Scaramouche wasted no time going into full on Father mode. Especially getting his child toys and stuffed animals. They littered your home in bulk. And he was thrilled to see that his son had your eyes.

You were just finishing up breakfast, and were going to get him ready to go daycare so you could do some commissions for the Adventurers Guild. He was going to go with you, of course. He wasn't going to stop you from taking commissions, but you were the mother of his child now. Practically his wife. If he could do the fighting for you, he would.

He would love it if you just became a stay at home mom. Scaramouche would never tell you stop working though. It would be a crime for you not to use your Vision to help people.

Scaramouche suddenly hissed in pain. He'd stepped around to avoid stepping on a stuffed animal, stubbing his toe in the process. "God damn it, son of a bitch that hurt!"

"Mommy, is Daddy okay?" Your child asked.

You covered his ears as Scaramouche swore. "Scara please, you know how impressionable children are at his age." You knelt down in front of your son, "Daddy is okay, he just stubbed his toe. He looks like a grouchy cat, doesn't he?"

Scaramouche had clamped his mouth shut after you chided him. He knew you were right. Swearing around when his son was around was big no no. He'd said once that he was going to learn these words eventually, and you'd said it wasn't up for debate.

Once he saw his son looking away, attention fixated on a stuffed animal, he walked up behind you, groping your ass a little. "When you get back from dropping him off, let's make another one," he whispered.

There was just something about the way you looked reassuring his son, how natural you looked as a mother, not to mention how hot you looked when you were pregnant that made him horny.

"Promise?" You asked, turning around to kiss him goodbye.

Scaramouche chuckled, "Scout's honor," he replied, smacking your butt affectionately when you turned to leave.

A little over an hour later, you were bouncing up and down on his cock, your forehead pressed against his as he told you how much he wanted multiple children with you. After you two had come down from your high, you planned to tell him that you were already pregnant again<3

[just-some-random-blogger]

HII gorgeous 👋👋 I wanted to say I love your writing and honestly your brilliant mind gracing us with all of your stories 🤩 with that being said my birthday is in a week— eeekk 21 BITCHHH 😛😛😈 and I wanted to request a HOTD cast imagine since I’m pretty sure they’ll start filming soon, so imagine maybe a raging birthday party just before filming or something and it gets crazyyy and wild and wouldn’t it be great to get sloshed with Emma D’Arcy 😃 doing this would be a pretty rocking birthday present soo… not to put pressure… 👀👀🤭

(Also I’m the star points bitch. So keep that in mind hon 🔍🔍 this is your redemption arc)

Sloshed 🥴

HoTD Cast & Reader (there's a paring here somewhere if you quint hard enough)

Summary: To celebrate your birthday, your castmates in HotD throw you a makeshift party with a karaoke machine, a poorly homemade cake, and lots and lots of alcohol.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, drinking/drunkenness/everyone gets cronked, super chaotic everything, grade school bullying (affectionate), crack fic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY START POINTS NONNIE! (im not going to call you bitch because i dont like that word) im sure at this point youre prolly 22 T_T but better late than never. also Omg my child 😭 you think i give a shit about redemption??? HAHAHAAH IT MAKES ME WANT TO FUCK THIS UP SO BAD but the request is so compelling that i'll silence the part of my brain that is screaming for murder HAHAHA idk it all kinda went all over the place but lol enjoy star points nonnie! or dont i dont care Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

You had your phone on, eye level, recording, flashlight and all, so did Milly. You were both snorting to yourselves as you made your way through the streets-

"WHERE THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME!" you sing, flailing your arms around as you spun on the pavement.

No, no, you weren't drunk yet. But boy were you were excited to be.

Milly had picked you up and, like an idiot, spoiled the surprise party altogether by being too giddy and blabbermouthed. It was obvious she was leading you to a 'secret birthday party' and though Milly adamantly denied to her final breath, when you got to the venue, still somehow startled by the loud scream of 'SURPRISE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!', Emma gave her a piece of their mind for being so obvious.

You immediately hugged the gals, namely Olivia, Emily, and Phia, then after gave a kiss to person who remembered your birthday at all, Emma.

"I love you so much," you muttered as you pulled them into a hug, nearly choking them in the process. Emma chuckles, sealing their arms around you with a lot less enthusiasm, only cause in you were a python comparison.

They turn to Milly, who was already heading for the food, "did you two drink already?"

"No, babe, we're drunk on life!" Milly responds, pouring herself a drink.

Emma and Olivia turn to each other, the latter rolls her eyes exaggeratedly, "dear god, to be twen'y somthin'."

Emma snorts as you finally pull away from them.

You spin your arm overhead, stupidly forgetting you had your phone in hand. This allows it to get darted across the room, nearly hitting Phia on the way.

You scramble for the object, amazed that it was uncracked and still in one piece, camera still filming everything. You look up to everyone and call out, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!"

Each person in the room cheers and claps for you, immediately getting ready for the festivities.

At one point, you managed to end and restart recording on your phone as you eat some chips and ready the second song on a karaoke machine, and by karaoke machine, I mean a big-ish laptop propped on an box on a table connected to a Bluetooth speaker that was honestly impressively loud for its size.

It was also at this time, the MIA boys finally arrived, as in Fabien, Tom, Ewan, & Matt, carrying fast food and drinks, cheering as they came for absolutely no other reason than to be loud.

Now. Now, the party was really getting started.

After eating and the singing got old, an idea was proposed. You don't know whose genius (stupid) idea it was to play fucking marco polo, but DAMN was it intense.

You down the last for your 3rd(?) beer before running off as the it of the game neared you. You find yourself in a corner where Matt now to your right. You do your darndness to evade the blind folded Tom, who by the ways was insanely horrible at the game.

He was so bad, Olivia, like the mom she was, had to keep reminding him he could call out Marco, so that you lot could call out Polo and give some semblance as to where you were in the Emma's largish flat.

"Babes," Olivia calls, beginning to remind the lost puppy, Tom.

Elbow pushing the massive block of doofus (Matt), who was CHEATING by using you as his shield from the nearing lost, blonde boy, you struggled against the man, both of you fairing horribly to hold in your giggles as you push deeper into the corner of the room, trapped behind the sofa.

Tom turns behind him, blindfold on and all, at the sound of Olivia's voice.

"You can call out Marco," Olivia reminds before going back to a conversation with Phia safely a distance away in the kitchen.

"Oh-right- MARCO!"

"POLO!" everyone screams except you and Matt.

"THEY'RE CHEATING!" Fabien calls loudly in protests from behind the dining table, "TOM, TURN AROUND! TOM, TURN AROUND!"

Fabien's plan backfires as Tom instead heads for him. The former runs over to where Ewan was, who then runs over to where Emily was, by the front door.

"POLO YOU CUNTS!" Fabien shouts with a chuckle, extending his arm out to your direction, accusingly.

You stick out your tongue to Fabien as Matt begins to shove you the opposite direction.

Ewan to Fabien's side drops his jaw over the brunutte's backfired attempt in both a 'STFU' manner and 'this is kind of funny but STFU' manner, then slaps his hand on Fabian's blabbermouth.

Tom was nearing them. Emily begins to push back against Ewan, covering her mouth as not to make a sound. This allowed you to climb from the back of the sofa, onto the cushions, escaping the entrapment in the corner with Matt.

Emily topples onto Ewan and holds her breath as she barely dodges Tom's reaching hands.

And then-

"POLO! POLO! POLOLOLOL!" Matt screams, grabbing you by the shoulders, alerting everyone in the room.

Tom takes the bait, turning about as you squeal and wrangle out of Matt's cheating grip.

Emily, Ewan, and Fabien sneakily evade him whilst Tom is distracted.

"MATT YOU FUCKER!" you whine, finally escaping him. You swiftly run past Tom, who almost managed to grab you and make it towards Emma, who was had been sitting in an isolated corner of their flat, drinking a can of pop.

They give you a nod and you look over finding Tom was approaching the corner where you and Matt had been, yet the man was nowhere in sight. Rats, he was good.

Fabien, running towards you out of nowhere, grabs you by your arms and offers you as a sacrifice, "POLO! POLO!"

Tom turns your direction as you shriek.

"YOU CHEATING RAT!" you protest mid arm imprisonment.

Tom, now at his limit, stops then pulls down his blindfold, making everyone groan. The man, who had been it the WHOLE time you have been playing, sighs and places his hands on his hips, "guys, ain't no way I'm this bad at Marco Polo. You lot are double crossing me!"

Everyone gathers over towards Tom in a chorus of laughs and disagreements.

Olivia speaks, "I'm sorry, love, but honestly, this flat isn't that large."

"You just suck," Phia deadpans, making Tom give him a sour look.

Milly crawls from underneath the table she had been hiding from the entire time, "who's it now?

Milly jolts when Matt sneaks up from behind her and screams, "YOU!" The moron evades Milly's incoming punches.

Meanwhile, you have been chasing Fabien across the room, pulling on his hair when you catch him.

Between that point and when you all (mostly you and Milly) began to cry while singing Hello by Adele, another 3(?) bottles of beer was consumed by your person.

This was why when you reached for another bottle, Ewan (who had been watching you the entire time) took the thing from you, "that's mine."

You blink slowly, turning to him as he takes the bottle from you, handing it to Matt, who was cheering Emma and Olivia on as they sung from the top of their lungs. Matt turns to Ewan, taking the bottle from him, "thanks, babe."

You move to take another bottle, and Ewan grabs it again, "that's also mine." This time, he takes a swig of the alcohol when you turn to him.

You grunt, taking another shot at grabbing one of the last two bottles on the table. Before you could even reach out for it though, Tom grabs the two bottles and you watch as he hands the other to Fabien. They clank it together, then sit next to you, unwittingly triggering your tear ducts.

They were so mean. You flat out begin to sob. Each man on the sofa turns to you.

"It's my birthday!" you whine under your breath, tears streaming your face, "I'm being oppressed."

Tom beside you hears your mewls then panics, "hey, hey, what's wrong?"

Ewan ,on you other side, stiffens turning to you, face falling at the sight of your tears.

You choke on your tears as you whine.

"MATT YOU'VE REALLY DONE IT NOW MATE!" Fabien screams after seeing you.

Matt turns to you, as does the singing Emma and Olivia, as well as Phia who was doing background vocals and Emily and Milly who was recording the whole thing.

"Me?!" Matt calls out with a chuckle, "what did I do," he leans towards you, "what's happened, love?"

You ignore them as Emma makes a beeline for you and grabs your hand, "come on babe, boys suck."

Ewan begins to explain the situation to everyone and Fabien calls out, "you want my beer, baby?"

"FUCK YOU FABIEN!"

"What about my beer?" Tom asks.

"S'fine," you mumble as you get in front of the make shift karaoke machine where Olivia then wraps her arms over your shoulders.

"Hey! Why the hostility!" Fabien calls out.

"Because you're ugly mate," Tom sneers, chuckling before he drinks his beer.

Matt says, giggling, "I mean you did make the birthday baby cry."

Fabien's jaw drops, "yeah, yeah, yeah, says the man with no eyebrows."

Tom hollers, throwing his head back in laughter. Ewan snorts under his breath, holding in his laughter.

"Woah, woah, woah," Milly walks over with a camera, "is there a row goin' on 'ere," she points her phone camera to them, "come on," she says in a thick Australian accent, "have at it!"

Fabien exaggeratedly bites his lower lip and flips Milly's cam off.

Meanwhile Phia and Emily are cheering you on as the next song begins to play. The intro has everyone in a frenzy.

You burp as you croak out the first lines of the song, "buHaybe can't you see-- I'm callin'. A guy like you should have a warning, it's dangerous-"

"IM FALLING!" you lot sing out in various keys.

Absolutely feeling yourself with the music, you begin to dance to Britney Spears, doing body rolls against Emma and Olivia.

By the time the chorus hits, you and the girls are dancing and singing to Toxic. You twirl all the way over to the sofa, nearly falling on your way as you tell the yucky boys to join in the festivities.

Yet all it takes is one loud bang on the door to burst everyone's bubble.

"Oh fuck," Emma calls, turning frantically around everyone, shushing them as Emily scrambles to cut the music.

Blissfully unaware of everything, you clumsily continue to dance and hit not one, but two faces (Ewan and Matt's) with your hands.

"Alright, Britney, that's enough of you," Fabien calls, pulling you away from your accidental victims of violence.

"There's something to be said about the fact both of your chins were hit," Milly says under her breath, but both men she was teasing hear her loud and clear, in fact, everyone hears her, which is why Tom wheeze with Phia as Olivia holds back her laughter.

"Oh fuck off," Matt says as Ewan purses his lips and shakes his head.

"At least I can reach the bars in the tube," Ewan rebuts.

"OH! For the jugular!" Emily calls just as Olivia hushes everyone.

Emma comes back with clenched teeth, turning to you, "right, uh... my neighbors say happy birthday, also, shut the fuck up."

[crime-wives]

ouat 1x01 thoughts

god regina, you dramatic bitch. “I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do” ok darling, you can destroy me if you’d like

henry is so small, his tiny cheeks awww

not to be gay but… emma swan in the pink dress. fuck. i forgot how attracted to her i was. and the HAIR, the fucking princess curls. jesus christ her ARMS.

“bail bonds-person” i love her

yesss bitch, strut across the street like you own it. absolute icon behavior, slamming that asshole’s face into the steering wheel.

babe you’re so sad and pathetic with your vanilla cupcake. i bet she wished for family.

not her apartment door saying ‘cast a spell’

“My name’s Henry, and i’m your son” agevgsvegw STOP

her having a panic attack in the bathroom, so real.

once again, her ARMS, i want her so bad

henry’s cute little freckles, i can’t do this.

idgaf abt snow and charming “She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her” shut up bitch, you know that’s not why

“Oh kid, you’ve got problems” emma swan, insulting children since 1983

ok but the fact that they chose the name ‘emma’ in a fairytale world, lmao

evil queen theme song playing as they enter storybrooke

emma swan wearing the most dyke outfit possible. getting ready to impress milfs

not that there’s any significance, but emma’s license plate is: 836•M4X

snow and charming are so annoying istg

ewww the blue fairy, i hate that bitch (derogatory)

regina running towards henry and wrapping him up in a hug. her eyes are wet. good lord, her first reaction is concern and worry, not anger.

“I found my real mom” my HEART. her face after he said that, so stricken and hurt, baby…

emma’s little flustered, ‘hi’ when talking to a gorgeous milf. ok babe, we get it, you’re gay.

graham leaving bc of emma and regina’s immediate sexual tension. and regina’s eyes roving over emma.

first ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at exactly 21:00 minutes.

emma swan is so desperate to impress regina. it’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic (affectionate)

“Sneaky bastard” once again, emma swan insulting children since 1983

crashing into the storybrooke sign like the absolute icon she is

the cgi 💀💀

yay!! curse time :)

emma waking up in a jail cell. she just does not give a fuck about this shit.

her lips parting when she she’s regina, ok babe, she’s hot we get it

LIP SCAR

god mary-margaret pisses me off

go regina, knock over mary-margaret’s shit, absolute queen

“She’s kinda a hardass” yes but that turns you on, doesn’t it?

gina’s so hot when she’s evil

putting a newborn through the wardrobe to save themselves, a+ parenting

henry mills, once again, the most mature one in a situation “You don’t have to be hostile. You like me, I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty.”

“I wanted you to have your best chance. But it’s not with me. C’mon, let’s go.” go emma! be the mature adult i know you can be

petition to get emma swan a therapist so she can deal with all her issues (trust me, she’s got a lot of them)

“Look, your mom is trying her best. I know it’s hard, and I know sometimes you think she doesn’t love you, but at least she wants you.” emma swan, standing up for regina mills since the moment they met

mmm regina’s voice is so hot.

her unhinged laughter, i love her so much

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible” takes them to maine

emma swan is so fucking desperate for regina’s approval. she wished to not be alone on her birthday, baby…

second ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 38:43 (i will be keeping count of all of them :D)

regina fidgeting with her blazer pockets, she’s so anxious

first “He’s my son” at 39:01 minutes

“I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do” babe, it’s kinda gay to have a nemesis, just saying

third ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 39:32

baby… gina is coming apart at the seems

god, not to be gay, but regina’s HANDS at 40:27 agevvegse

emma’s only staying because of regina’s provocations. she wouldn’t have stayed for henry.

gold is so icky.

she’s staying a *only* a week, sure babe, sure.

also side note, i forgot how good the coloring was in ouat. like its very faded, maybe indicative of storybrooke being stuck in the past???

[ak47stylegirl]

Let me take care of you.

This fic/chapter literally tried to kill me, It's a miracle I got it to a point where I can post it lol I hope you guys enjoy it!

Continued on from this fic.

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Scar was woken up a couple of hours later by Jellie pawing at his face. “Well, hello there, Miss Jellie…” Scar smiled at the cat sitting on his chest like she owned it, “You’re hungry, I’m guessing?” 

Jellie meowed in response, rubbing her cheek against Scar’s face. 

“Hmm, well let’s not keep you waiting, huh…” Scar hummed, giving Jellie an affectionate scratch behind the ear as he did so. Giving Jellie a nudge to jump off him, Scar glanced over at Grian. 

The avian was snuggled up beside Scar, his feverishly hot cheek smooshed up against Scar’s shoulder. 

Scar smiled sadly, the sight was adorable, yes, but his pesky bird didn’t look anywhere near well at all. Grian’s face was flushed red, his hair/head feathers damp with sweat. Scar could physically feel the heat radiating from Grian. 

It concerned Scar on so many levels. 

Scar sighed as he began untangling himself from Grian’s hold, carefully lowering Grain’s head onto their pillow. Waiting a second to see if that had disturbed the avian, (It didn’t, thank the Void…) Scar carefully slipped his legs off the bed; and sat up. 

Scar yawned as he stretched, allowing his mind and body to adjust to being vertical. It was important Scar let his body adjust, otherwise he would probably trigger a dizzy spell and fall over. No one wanted that. 

(Scar had gotten up too fast before…it’s not fun facepalming the floor) 

Chronic illness was a bitch but at least it wasn’t too bad today. Scar would have been devastated if his medical issues kept him from looking after his pesky bird. Jellie meowed, her tail held high as she rubbed her body against Scar’s legs. 

She was getting impatient.

“Oh Shush, Little Miss…” Scar mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, grabbing his cane as he stood up with a small grunt. “I know you’re hungry, but we don’t want to wake your papa-”

“Scar?” 

Scar grimaced as he turned around, finding Grian groggily peering up at him. Scar couldn’t help but notice how the avian could barely lift his head off of the pillow. Concern once again flooded Scar’s heart and soul. 

“Hey love…” Scar sighed as he gave Grian a soft look, leaning down to press a kiss to Grian’s forehead. “I’m just feeding Jellie…you go back to sleep, okay?” 

Grian looked briefly ready to argue against that. But any attempts to get up were short-lived as Grian was wrecked with full-body shivers and stomach cramps. Grian nodded with a groan, wrapping an arm around his upset stomach. 

“Oh love…” 

Scar bit his lip, glazing down at Grian, who seemed sicker each time Scar looked. There had to be something he could do to help? Maybe they had some health or regen potions lying around? 

Jellie howled, causing Scar to wince. (And worst, it caused Grian to whimper)

“Okay, okay…I got the message Jellie…” Scar pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing as he made his way out of the bedroom, cat following close behind. “You could be a little more con-con-siter-...dang it! Kind, you could be a little more kind, girl…” 

Jellie jumped up onto the kitchen counter, meowing like she didn’t have a clue what Scar was talking about. She was a little angel. 

“Your papa’s not feeling well…” Scar explained as he grabbed Jellie’s food out of the fridge, scooping some into Jellie’s little bowl. “So meowing at the top of your lungs doesn’t really help, missy…” 

Scar placed Jellie’s bowl down near the kitchen window, unable to stop himself from smile as she began to devour it. “You’re lucky you’re too cute to stay mad at…hmmm, that’s something you and your papa both got in common…” 

No matter what Grian says, his pouting face is adorable. Actually, Grian was just adorable in general. (Though he could also be downright terrifying, which Scar found sort of hot-)

The morning sun was long on its way up into the sky, lighting up the apartment. Now that Scar was up, he decided he might as well get ready for the day. First things first, Scar needed a shower, (Plus nature was calling).

Silently, Scar made his way back into the bedroom (For clothes) and the sight that met him made his heartache. Grian had curled up into a feeble ball, cuddling Scar’s pillow close. With a sigh, Scar grabbed some clothes out of his dresser. 

Stopping briefly by the bed, Scar leaned down and kissed Grian’s cheek. Grian hummed softly in his sleep, snuggling deeper into the pillow with a slight smile. Mission accomplished, Scar made his way to the bathroom. 

TBC...

[fcknstar]

,, double life "

pairings : gf!ethanlandry x fem!reader ( elysia )

summary : what happens if he wants you safe?

content warnings : violence, stalker-like

**lowercase intended**

it wasnt like ethan was insecure or anything. he just didnt like the way others would constantly go to you despite countless of threats. why would they go to you for help if they didnt like you. 

ethan juggled his double life, needing to be in places at once. over time, he felt the need to watch you get home safely before attacking anyone. of course it was difficult, having to end someones life and 'be' at econ the next second. but he manages. he doesnt know how you would react to him being ghostface, despite knowing your interest in serial killers. 

ethan and you were relatively close, ethan the quiet and shy kid who did nothing but mind his business. and you, an outgoing person who wanted one to feel like they didnt have to hide anything. that was what ethan hated about you, you were so friendly. too friendly for his liking. he didnt want to kill unnecessary of course, because quinn thought it was him being weak. 

ethan and you arranged a meet up to get lunch together like youd usually do, but it shocked him when you turned him down last minute, having styled his hair the way you liked it. 

" eth, im sorry but i gotta help out andy. he has this problem and needs me- you okay? " his once bright and doe eyes switched. it wasnt inviting to say the least. 

" yea go ahead. seems like that guy really needs you, so how bout you dont make him wait. " 

" sorry eth, ill make it up to you. " you tiptoed and presses your lips onto ethans cheeks. you are one to be very affectionate to others, which was another trait ethan hated. 

who, who in this campus or city have felt your lips? ethan wanted you to only kiss him, have your last breath with him. 

watching you walk away, he couldnt help but sulk. why did you sudden turn him down, and was andy that important that you had to leave ethan stranded. 

" told you she was a waste of time. its better if we just kill her off so you dont go crying to daddy about your sad love story. " quinn didnt look up from the book she was currently reading. she found it amusing, how one person, one girl can change a guy entirely. 

" lay a finger on her for a surprise, quinn. " ethan stopped his pacing, angry that quinn would even suggest such a thing. 

" oh i love surprises! " quinn cheered. 

★

ethan was in his shared dorm, viewing your instagram story that was filled with pictures of you smiling. you smiling with that bitch andy. of course he would get angry, the only guy you ever posted other than him was chad and your family. andy? andy. youve got to be kidding, ethan thought. 

he trusted you of course, but not andy. 

★ 

andy seemed more touchy with you, seeing you take a shot of alcohol before encouraging andy to take some. andy just shook his head and brushed your hair behind you ear. ethan saw something in andys eyes that you probably couldnt. after standing outside the bar, pretending to be waiting for someone, he saw you and andy getting ready to leave. as if on cue, he acted like he was passing by when he saw you two. 

" eth! what are you doing here? you look cute tonight- " 

" hey ethan. "

" i was just passing by. come elysia, ill get you to sam- " ethan was rudely interrupted by andy. 

" dont sweat it, i can bring her. " 

" i feel that it is safer if shes with me. " ethan snapped back. from afar, he sees quinn shaking her head disapprovingly. 

" come on man, i can- "

" andy, i wanna go with ethan. " sighing in defeat, he lets go of you. you lost your balance but ethan caught you. 

" whatever man. " 

" you alright? can you walk? " ethan layed his hands on your shoulders to examine you. 

" eth, you worry too much! can we go now, m very tired. " ethan nodded, watching how quinn is still standing, studying you and ethan. 

ethan doesnt have a choice but had to walk towards quinn as that it the direction of your dorm. 

" hey angel! " quinn said, walking up to you, eyes darting to ethans arm that was wrapped around your waist. smiling with a glint of mischief in her eyes, she started. 

" you shouldnt be out with random people. who knows what could have happened if they were the ghostface killer everyones talking about? " 

" quinn- " quinn shrugged, challenging ethan. 

" eths here, i trust that he can protect me. " halting at a traffic stop, quinn sighed, knowing that shits not true. 

" ely, you know better to trust anyone after what happened in woodsbro. plus, you know what they say, keep your enemies closer. " that made you turn to quinn, eyes squinting in disgust. it was as if ethan knew what you were going to say, so he spoke for the both of you. 

" its not nice to bring up someone's past quinn. " green light flashed quinns face, indicating that you were able to start walking as the vehicles stopped for you. 

" what, am i wrong? " ignoring quinn, ethan quickened his pace and wrapped his hand tighter around you. 

he knew quinn was driven by madness. having lost her brother that was killed by your best friend. since sam killed the person she cared about, quinn wanted sam to feel how it feels to lose hers ; tara and you. 

★

the next day, you thought about what quinn said. it made sense but you knew you could trust your friend group. quinn was probably just looking out for you, you thought. you and quinn had a good relationship, or so you thought. quinn would come to you for advices or even when she had to spill a gossip. 

screams filled the void as your eyes darted to quinns room. mindy stood up quickly, rebuilding her guard that she destroyed for the friend group. there was no way someone could have sneaked, the doors having about five locks and the apartment was on the third floor, with no fire escape. 

then there was silence. nobody dared to make a move and senses heightened. the door swung open, revealing ghost face throwing quinns body in front of you. everyone screamed, scrambling to find a zone where they felt safe in, but it was impossible when ghost face could easily find you. rushing to the bowl where held all keys, you realized it was empty, signaling that there was no way out. 

wanting to defend yourself, you ran to the kitchen where a frustrated sam threw the knife holder. it was empty. no knives whatsoever. fuck. sam ran towards you, not realizing that you were in her way. ghost face swung his knife missing sam by an inch. a wet sounds was heard when sam realized that the knife had cut your arm. 

screaming in pain, you ran after sam, trying to find somewhere safe to hide. ghostface - ethan - realizing that he had hurt you, felt worried, but had to throw that feeling aside as he had to at least kill someone. 

anika pushed the drawers in front of the door with the help of chad after getting stabbed by ghostface. sams newfound boyfriend, danny, pulled his ladder through his window and onto yours. 

" you gotta climb! sam, im here! just look at me, focus on me! " sam breathed, calming herself down. 

the pounds on the door got worst as ghostface tried to budge the door open. seeing that mindy was holding it back, you ran to her aid. 

" l, its not safe, just go! " 

" fuck you if you think imma leave you. " mindy smiled through pain and her suffering, her nightmares chasing after her.

" go mindy! " mindy shook her head, not wanting to leave you. 

" anika needs you, mindy! go! " mindy was feeling hopeless, she didnt want to leave her girlfriend and her best friend that she considered her sister. 

nodding, she ran to anika. 

" anika i need you to climb, okay? " mindy held anikas tear stained face who had fear in her eyes. death was just on the other side of the door, she knew she couldnt make it. 

" mindy you go first, please mindy. " she cried. 

not wanting to fight any further, mindy pressed her lips onto anikas, afraid that this might be the last considering her injuries she sustained. 

when it was anikas turn, she looked at you.

" elys, you should go- "

" anika! you go first please. i can hold this son of a bitch back. " you found a dumbbell, you thought that could be used as a weapon if ghostface attacks. ethan hated that you were selfless, risking your life for others when he should be the one risking his life for you. 

anika was barely in the middle of the ladder when ghostface managed to open the door. you were pushed forward by impact. adrenaline was pumping harder, so you lifted the dumbbell and aimed at ghostfaces mask. a groan could be heard from behind the mask. satisfied with such noise, you continued hitting ghostface in the face until anika was able to reach the other side safely. once ghostface was stunned, you ran to the window and began climbing it when your leg got pulled. 

your head landed with a thud and sam called out to you. 

ghostface then pushed the ladder off your windowsill and shut the window, leaving you trapped with him. 

all they could see from such a small view was ghostface lifting his knife, landing it right where they thought you were. there was a scream and they knew then and there you were gone. sam cried out, having to lose another loved one. ghostface stood up, head slightly tilted as he walked out of the room. 

★ 

" i had econ! " ethan defended himself. 

" i was in the studyhall with a thousand of students, you can ask them! " chad let go of ethans collar when chad sighed. 

" wheres ely? " eyes running through the group. " and quinn? "

" she- theyre dead. " chad knew about ethans jnterest in you and felt devastated for his friend. but it was for the better as he knew if ethan was there to witness your killing, he wouldnt be able to take it all in. 

" fuck.. no.. no. " ethan dropped to his knees as he couldn't believe what he heard. mindys guess of him being ghostface faltered. unless it was a pity act. and it was, because he knows that youre safe. 

★ 

waking up with a headache, you felt light weight. you jolted up think you were dead. 

" youre not dead you know? " it was ethan. he was sitting by the foot of the bed watching you with intense eyes. 

" where are we, eth? " glancing around the unfamiliar room. 

" how are you feeling, l? " ethan ignored your question, not bothering to answer. he doesnt know how to explain what happened. 

" eth, im being serious, where are we? " ethan wanted it to be just you and him. when you tried to move off the bed, a cold bar came in contact with your wrist. 

a cuff. 

" eth, whats going on? " no answer. 

" ethan? "

" ethan landry? " he saw how your eye brows creased, wanting an explanation. 

" i need you safe here, ive hurt you already and thats enough for me to keep you safe. youre safe with me. im all you need. " ethan was rambling. 

what? he hurt me? looking at your arm that was bandaged, you connected the dots. 

" you're not- " 

realization filled your eyes as it darted toward ethan. 

" what? are you scared of me now that im ghostface? are you going to run away when you know damn well i can protect you better than anyone can. " 

[pinkcherryblossom18]

Summary: It was planned out a few days ago, but now with you kneeling on the floor it seemed to be worth it.

This is fucking filthy

TW: Aged up Damian Wayne, Clothed Male, Unclothed Female, Pet play, anal fingering, tail butt plugs, collars, slight humiliation.

You weren't sure how it got to this, you kneeled on the carpet and Damian stood in front of the bed with a smug look on his face as he looked down at you. His hands were folded behind him in an almost regal way, a young lord looking down at his civilian mistress.

Looking up at him, you scowled at him, hands fighting to not fiddle with the dog ears that Damian had put on you. "This is demeaning," you complained, shifting on your knees, trying to make sure that your bare pussy didn't rub against the carpet.

Damian only slightly rose an eyebrow, looking at you with faux boredom. "Do you want to stop?" He asked, moving his hands from behind him to the front of him, ready to sweep you off of the floor if you said yes.

You only huffed, shifting once more to find a comfortable position before looking up at him from the floor, the soft glare still pointed at him. "No," you stated, removing your hand from your knees and placing them on the soft carpet, planting yourself on the carpet.

Moving your head, you could feel the collar that Damian had placed around your throat for the first time since he put it on, having gotten used to the loose leather. You wish you could say the same for the puppy ears, every small movement and you could feel them.

It wasn't that they were uncomfortable, it was mostly the fact that Damian was endlessly amused by them. You could see it in his eyes, the green having a certain shine to them and darting toward them every so often. It made you slightly blush whenever you saw him look at them. Hot need going down at the small burst of embarrassment and you only scowled to hide the red tinting of your cheeks but knowing Damian, he would have already seen it.

"Was the collar necessary?" You complained, hoping to rile him up.

He only looked at you with a stern expression, not as hard as he would his brother or his father but it was still enough to make you straighten out your back to show that you weren't bratting. "You know that I don't care to repeat myself. Do you want to stop?" He asked, letting you put the final nail in the coffin.

"You know I don't," you said simply, nailing the coffin shut and looking at him, watching as a small lazy smile appeared on his face at your answer.

He walked closer, sealing the small distance between you two before reaching out his hand and placing it on your cheek in a reassuring affectionate manner. "I know," he said, voice void of all emotion but you could hear the trust in his voice. The trust that had taken you two so long to build up before the mere concept of dating and emotions came to either of you.

Damian rubbed a small circle on your cheek before drawing away his hand and turning around, grabbing something from the bed. You knew what it was, you had been curled up next to him as he picked it out from online, his gaze going from it to you as he decided if he should get that one or not.

Once again, you shifted on the ground, this time from anticipation instead of trying to get mildly comfortable. "Are you going to get on with it or not," you bratted despite knowing how much Damian didn't put up with them, you didn't particularly care at the moment.

He only gave you a blank expression, nothing showing on his face but the amusement that he got from the ears was still in his eyes, maybe from your attitude now. "Are you going to act like a bitch, Beloved? You know how much I don't like dogs who don't behave," he responded and you ignored the sparks, giving him a noncommital shrug.

"Maybe," you replied simply.

A shiver went down your back when Damian's expression sharpened, his blank expression now resembling much of his sword when it was freshly sharpened, deadly. "Well then I suppose the only course of action is to breed you like one, then," he said, acting like this was a normal conversation on a normal Friday afternoon.

You were already ready before he started talking, the buildup to you getting on your knees was enough for wetness to build up in between your legs but now, if you had thought that you had already sealed up the coffin, he made extra sure of it. Red tired your cheeks, blushing fiercely, and no way to hide that or the endless arousal you were feeling.

The heat in your cheeks corresponded with the heat below and all you seemed to be able to do was talk back, an art you deemed yourself quite good at. "At least you're dirty talk got better," you said, a small chuckle coming out from the memory of Damian talking to you like an old English professor. It seemed that your and his brother's ways of talking had merged with the way that he was taught, becoming less formal in his speaking but his tone still stayed the same.

Damian only kept looking at you with the same sharpened blank look, seeming to ignore what you had just said. "Now that I think about it, good puppies don't talk," he said thoughtfully, closing the small distance in between you, almost leaning over you and making you incline your head more to look at him. "Are you a bitch in heat or my good girl?"

Once again, you started to shift in anticipation and could feel as all of your argumentive spirit left your body, leaving only arousal behind in its wake. "Your good girl," you said softly, wide and almost star-struck eyes sticking to Damian.

A small amused smile made its way to his face, almost matching the look in his eyes that were starting to fade out into a mutual feeling of wanting. "Suddenly obedient," he said, almost condescendingly, not so much praise as it was a nudge into the direction that he wanted you to be in. "Did I not just say that dogs don't speak?" He swayed his hand a bit from behind his back, a peak of brown fur coming from behind him before disappearing, teasing you about what was rapidly approaching.

He leaned down and suddenly your face met the ground in a soft smack, the carpet saving you from extreme pain and the light way that he had done so unlike the villains that he had taken down over the years had helped in it not hurting so much. You looked up, keening at your position and watching as his eyes traced over your face to make sure that you were alright before he started to look expectant at you.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you thought for a second about what he would want before pure humiliation washed over you. You were sure that you looked like a bright red tomato to him, red and embarrassed but you knew Damian, he wouldn't let up until he got what he wanted from you.

After a moment, you gathered your confidence before opening your mouth and letting out a small soft bark out from your throat. Damian looked down at you with a blank expression and you did it once more, louder this time so that it sounded out through the entire space of his bedroom.

Then a look crossed across his face, approval, sweet honest approval that made you want to worship it for the rest of your days. "Good girl," he said, letting up his hand from the back of your neck before picking you up from the floor, and settling you gently on the bed.

He joined after, pulling the both of you to the top of the bed before putting you over his lap, butt set up into the air while the rest of your body lay comfortable on the soft sheets of the bed. A hand came and shoved itself between your legs, tracing the outline of your pussy teasingly. "Are you going to stay good or shall I put a muzzle on you, Beloved? I'd rather not punish you while we are having such fun but I will if you force my hand," he said, a cold sensation making you buck a bit but a simple placement of his hand stopped you, making you stay put as he drizzled the lube over your tight hole.

You jumped again when something blunt and cold teased at your hole, Damian giving you a small showing of what would occur when he was done with his teasing. Even with the lube he didn't try to fully push it in yet, only acting like he was about to, and a few seconds later he placed the tail on the bed, exactly where he knew you would see it. "Are you ready, Beloved?" He asked, finger already right on your hole.

"Yes," you breathed out, the word almost forming into a whine. A yelp of shock tore threw your throat when he swatted your ass, the unexpected motion startling you.

Looking over your shoulder, Damian only cocked an eyebrow and leaned down a bit, both of your lips only inches apart. "I thought I said dogs don't speak," he said and you only looked at him pitifully, hoping that he wouldn't deliver punishment for one small mistake.

He pulled back and you looked forward again, readying yourself for another smack or him to start, it didn't matter when either way all you had to do was lay there and be good. Slick fingers rubbed over your hole and you suppressed a whine that was trying to force its way out of you, especially when his fingers started to trace over your slit, his fingers going up and down but never fully touching anything.

A low hum rattled in Damian, feeling the low vibrations as he gazed down at you, you were sure that in his own mind as an artist, he would find this as a piece of work. He continued to trace over both of your entrances, finger going in circles over your rim while his other kept teasing your pussy, lightly touching your clit every other lap that his finger made.

Damian, seeing how much you wanted it, finally pushed a finger into you only going down to his second knuckle, while his thumb finally settled on your clit, rubbing small, almost there circles on your clit. A sigh of relief and slight pain from the stretch came out of you as Damian started to pull out his finger from you. "Is that good pup?" He asked, waiting for your nod before thrusting his finger back in and starting to apply more pressure on your clit and his other fingers teasing the entrance of your pussy.

It was almost at once when he did it, thrusting his fingers into your pussy at the same time that he shoved another finger into your ass, the simultaneous movement made a moan of both pleasure and pain come out from your throat. Your head seemed to press itself into the mattress, the movement that was causing both pain and pleasure to come out from both of your holes almost too much to bear.

Your back arched, a mewl coming from your lips as he added a third finger to the mix, thrusting in and out while his other hand kept playing with your pussy, thumb now rubbing fast and hard circles on your clit and fingers thrusting in and out of your hole as fast as they could. Heat was almost impossible to ignore as it all built up in your stomach, a string was being pulled inside of you and with each thrust of his fingers it was being pulled tighter, almost ready to snap at any moment. "You can cum Beloved," he ordered, his voice still somehow even and calm despite what he was doing to you, displaying total control even in such a situation as this.

Those words were the scissors to cut the string, your body becoming tense and stiff, straightening out before your leg went to kick out as you cummed, loud and high-pitched moans leaving your mouth in strings. You stopped a few seconds later, your high running out and wet fingers were tracing on your back, your cunt clenching around nothing now.

The stroking fingers continued on your naked back, calming down your tense muscles until they finally calmed down. "Good girl," he said and slowly pulled out his fingers and you slumped until that earlier dull and cold sensation returned to your hole. "Relax."

You tried to calm down, still blissed out but the tail that he was putting into you kept making you buck until it passed through the first ring. You winced but nevertheless tried to stay still--stay good for him.

It was a few moments later when it was entirely in and you sighed out, relieved that it was done but a flush came back to your face, earlier humiliation returning for a second time. Then a tug was taken on the tail and an involuntary whine left your mouth at the motion.

Damian tugged on it a few more times, moving it around so that his eyes could get every angle possible but then he stopped, still tracing relaxing patterns on your back. "Are you ready?" He asked, already moving you so that you could slide off of the bed and land on your knees with no trouble.

Looking up at him, now on your knees, you nodded at him and he merely brushed back your hair before starting to undo his pants. "Good girl," he said.

[ceilingfan5]

Prompts to sink your teeth into 27 and Taakitz please and thank you!

“Balls to the walls, can you believe it’s been ten years since graduation?” Taako is laying upside down on Kravitz’s couch, kicking his feet in the air aimlessly. 

“Not on my balls or my walls,” Kravitz decides, snorting. He pulls the laundry out of the dryer and dumps it in a basket, frowning as static zaps him.  “It’s truly wild to think about. I don’t think I’m going to go to the reunion, if they even invite me, you know? Like, I think I was weird enough in high school that I don’t even get recruitment attempts for MLMs-”

“You just haven’t met the right one yet,” Taako chastises. “Maybe Pampered Chef is for you.”

“I think I’m more of a Tupperware bitch.” 

“I’d love to keep you in a Tupperware. I’d poke holes in the top for you and everything.” Taako flips over and rights himself, woozy and red in the face. 

“What, like a grasshopper?”

“Nah, like a cool snake I found. But just a widdle one.” 

Kravitz is oddly touched. It really adds a layer onto the thing he and Taako are absolutely, one hundred percent talking around: ten years since graduation also marks ten years since they made a marriage pact and swore a blood oath behind the Denny’s. 

A decade is long enough, yeah?

Yeah, lots of people get married by the time they’re 28. It’s normal. We don’t want to be unnormal.

I think that ship has sailed, dude. 

Forget the ship. It doesn’t have to be real. It’s just…you know, motivation. 

A kick in the ass. Yeah. 

Something to keep us looking. Because- romance is hard!

You think it’ll get less hard?

No, I don’t think it will, Taako. I don’t think it will. 

Kravitz looks at Taako. It was stupid back then. It’d be stupider to bring it up now. He’s been head over heels for an embarrassingly long time. It was a joke, mostly. A stupid teenager thing. They’re almost thirty, for fuck’s sake. 

He brings the basket over to the couch and sits beside Taako. Their sides touch, and Taako is warm. 

They’re almost thirty, and Taako’s twin is getting married. And here they are, roommates, alone, together. Kravitz doesn’t know the last time he went on a date, but the last time Taako did was about four months ago. It’s not looking good on the ‘surely some other, perfecter guy will come around and Kravitz will be able to transfer some of the love beating under the floorboards to some regular, unsuspecting dude’ front. 

“It’s just wild,” Taako sighs, clearly on the same choo-choo. “I mean, I’m happy for her, like-”

“Like between her and Barry I’ve been ready to flush myself down the toilet for-”

“So long. SO long!” 

“Physically painful,” Kravitz agrees, not least because it made him incredibly aware of his own bullshit. “Like you said, so happy for them, and I mean, obviously w- I’ll show up to the wedding with bells on-”

“You bet your sweet ass we will. But like, you think my sad jester ass is getting any jingling action?” Taako gives him a sorrowful puppy dog face, like a pathetic court fool left in a cardboard box in the rain, and Kravitz laughs so hard he worries he’s going to pass out. He imagines those jingle bells a’janglin’. But he’d better not. 

He’d really better not. 

“It’s not that I don’t…It’s- It’s not like I want to make either of them feel bad...” Kravitz starts.  

“Definitely not.” 

“But I almost want to- cause a bit of a scene?” He looks at Taako. Taako perks up, tugging down his imaginary jester hat for Serious Mode. 

“I love causing scenes,” Taako says affectionately. “You know this.”

“I know this, and I agree with you,” Kravitz replies, grinning. Warm laundry forgotten. Socks, stay unpaired. Fuck your romantic life right up the same alley as his own. “What are you thinking? I’m hearing gears turning.” 

“Industry music doot-dooting,” Taako says with a nod. “Listen.”

“Listening. You know I’m listening.” 

“It- I mean, just for fun, right, nobody gets hurt, it’s fine, everything is fine? It’s for funsies.” 

“For funsies,” Kravitz echoes. 

“It would be soooo funny if we got engaged right before Lup’s wedding.” 

“Yeah?” Kravitz hears the ocean in his ears. Maybe he got a seashell stuck in there. You know how he is, always getting seashells in places. 

“Yeah! Yeah. Just as a fun prank, and for no other reason. There’s no way this could backfire.”

“Uhuh,” Kravitz says. “It- It would be easy, even. People say we act like a couple all the time. Haha.” Hopefully Taako doesn’t notice that Kravitz said ha-ha instead of laughing. It’s probably fine. Totally regular, even. He’s? Normal. 

“Absolutely.” There’s a manic look in Taako’s eyes, and Kravitz could lose himself in them like a stupid little boat in the Bermuda Triangle. Geometry never was his strong suit, and this current is pulling him under. How many times in his life has he gotten involved with something stupid because of Taako? Not to mention all of the stupid ideas Taako’s encouraged him to follow through on. 

God, is that why he minored in trombone? 

He’s so fucked. There’s no way this is ending well. There’s no way they walk out of this unscathed. 

“It would be funny,” he admits. 

“So funny.” Taako nods enthusiastically, like this is the greatest idea he’s ever had in his life. Fuck all those other bargain bin ideas, this is their ticket to the limelight. Fake dating. 

Fake engagement, even.  

Kravitz’s hand grips the upholstery of the couch, not even a full inch away from Taako’s hand. 

“Why not?”

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No Blood Here | Steddie x Reader

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Chapter 1: Stuck in the Middle

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, spitting, begging, creampie.

Summary: After a bad relationship, you make the self-destructive decision to sleep with your stepbrother, Eddie Munson

You sighed as you inspected your earrings in the mirror. They just weren't doing it for you. You were heading to a party on campus at the local Hawkins University. You were a full time student with a part time job, so you didn't get to go out and have fun very much. It was time you did.

After a terrible breakup last year, you were ready to get back out there again.  You'd put on a tight skirt and sweater, ready to drink with your friends and let loose for once. You had even put on heels, makeup and did your hair, but these damned earrings just weren't right. 

"Where's your mom?" Eddie's voice came from behind, and you looked away from your ears to watch him in the mirror. He shook a pile of clothing at you, "She said she'd sew these for me."

Ah, Eddie Munson. You'd had a dreadful crush on him in high school, even though he was "Scary Eddie" with his black clothing and painted nails. He was never interested in you, and now you supposed that was fine since he was technically your step brother. 

Six months ago your mom married Wayne Munson in a whirlwind romance while you were taking a semester abroad. You didn't even know about it until you got a picture in the mail while you were in Paris of them at the courthouse, Eddie lurking in the background in a ridiculous all-black getup and eyeliner even for their special day. 

You got home a month ago, and since then you've been dealing with Eddie in your house all the time. He didn't like you, and he didn't like the house, opting instead to sleep in the basement which he affectionately called, ‘The Cave’. He bitched all the time about how lucky you had it that you grew up in a three bedroom house in town instead of the trailer park. He was right, but he didn't need to yell at you about it. It wasn’t your fault, after all.

He looked too pretty like that in a Metallica shirt and patched jeans. Your mom had taken great pride in fixing Eddie's clothes, making sure they matched his style. His hair hung over his shoulders, and he raised his brows at you when you didn't answer, impatient as ever. 

"She and Wayne went out to dinner," you told him, taking off the earrings. You dropped them into your jewelry box and dug around for a different pair. 

Eddie groaned, cursing to himself, "Do you know how to sew? I need these tonight."

You turned and headed over to him, holding out your hand for it. Eddie dropped it into your palm, leaning against the door frame and squinting down at you. 

"How do you always tear your clothes?" you scoffed, moving over to one of your drawers. You weren't as good a seamstress as your mother, but you could patch the holes in his jeans. 

You had no idea what Eddie got up to outside of the house. During the day he worked with Wayne at a mechanic shop in town since the plant closed down a few years ago. He’d decided not to go to college after barely finishing high school. After work, he usually came home long enough for dinner with you, your mom, and Wayne, but hauled ass out of the house soon after. He’d come home smelling like weed and cheap beer… and even cheaper perfume.

You bent over to search for your sewing kit, and a wolf whistle erupted behind you. 

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" Eddie asked slyly. He only seemed to call you that when he wanted to be an asshole. "Or should I say, not wearing?"

You stood up sharply, your face rushing with heat. There was no way your skirt was short enough for him to see your tiny underwear, was there? 

Turning slowly, you faced him with a sheepish glare. "Do you want me to fix your pants or not?"

"Where are you goin’, anyway?" he asked, ignoring your question. "You got a hot date?"

"I'm going to a party on campus," you told him sharply. You snatched your sewing kit, careful not to bend down too much, and went back over to your vanity to fix his jeans. 

Sitting down in front of the mirror, you went to work. Eddie sidled up behind you, smirking at you in the reflection. He put both hands on the table, caging you in from behind. His breath landed hotly on your cheek, "You trying to get laid tonight?"

“Ugh, Eddie!” you snapped, swatting at him over your shoulder. He dodged it easily, and made no move to pull away. If anything, he got closer, his chest brushing your shoulder blades. 

“What’s a good girl like you going out dressed like that if you aren’t trying to score?” he asked. His dark eyes glittered in the mirror, way more playful than the mood you were in. “What would your mother say, sweetheart?”

“Will you leave me alone?” you seethed, nearly baring your teeth at him. You were embarrassed enough that he was right. It had been way too long since you’d had an orgasm by someone other than yourself, but it was none of his business. 

You sewed up the gash in his pants the best you could, desperately trying to ignore him looming behind you. When they were finished you snipped off the excess thread and held them up for him. 

"There, now go away."

Eddie took them out of your hands, eyeing the stitches. Slowly, he set them back on the vanity, caging you in once more with his palms on your makeup table. 

"What do those guys have to offer you anyways?" he asked quietly, but it had an edge to it.  

You cleared your throat and shrugged, "Fifteen minutes of forgetting about school and work and everything else."

"Can those guys even make you cum?"

The question startled you so much you sat up ramrod straight, your back pressing into Eddie's chest. You flinched away nervously and avoided his gaze, sputtering, "That's, th- that is none of your business!"

"So that's a no," Eddie chuckled. His hands pulled away to grip the back of your chair, and suddenly you're pulled away from the table. He rounded you before you knew it, getting on his knees on the plush rug beneath you. His dark eyes shone with amusement as he gazed up at you. "Those dumb frat boys can't satisfy you, sweetheart."

"Eddie, what are y-," you began, but he set his warm palms on your knees, thumbs rubbing circles on the tops of your legs. 

"I've been thinking about these strong cheerleader thighs since high school," he mutters, eyes trailing up your bare legs to your tiny skirt. "I wonder what makes them tremble…”

His wide palm slid up the inside of one of your legs, and your eyes followed until he reached the lining of your skirt. Your brain seemed to kick into gear, thighs clamping shut around his hand, “Eddie! What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes went wide, catching yours, but that smile didn’t fade. He sat up on his knees, nuzzling his nose close to yours. It’s nearly impossible to swallow the lump in your throat as he whispered in a gravelly voice, “Now, why would you go all the way to Hawkins U to get your rocks off when I’m right here?”

“W-what?” you stuttered, watching him nervously, but your heart was falling back into a bad habit. Eddie Munson was beautiful, and all four years of high school you’d fantasized about kissing those full lips. Here they were a few inches away, but reality couldn’t help but rear her ugly head. “We’re… practically related, Eddie…” “Technically, we’re step cousins,” Eddie shrugged. The muscles of your inner thighs quivered around his still-trapped hand. The other one smoothed its way up your leg, palming your hip. “No blood here, sweetheart. We’re not doing anything wrong.”

He leaned forward, bumping his nose with yours and nearly making you jump out of your skin, “You need someone to make you feel good. All those college dumbasses? They can’t satisfy a woman like you, but I can.”

“You can?” you asked, barely above a whisper. Your legs fell open, freeing his hand. His soft slow voice was mesmerizing, and those big brown eyes didn’t help.

“I sure can. I’ve wanted to be between these thighs for years,” he murmured back. His rough fingertips dragged upwards, and you sucked in a shaky breath as his thumb pressed against your clothed slit, “And would you look at that? You’re already wet for me like the good girl you are.”

"I, uhm," you began but Eddie's hand pulled painfully away from your long neglected sex to palm your jaw. 

"Yes or no," he said firmly, and to your embarrassment you could feel the slick pooling between your legs. His thumb rubbed your cheek, "You won't hurt my feelings if you say no, but I want an answer."

Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, your mom was married to his uncle, and no amount of bargaining would change the fact that he was technically your family. You had to see him every day… and could you really look your mother or Wayne in the eyes knowing you'd done this taboo thing under their roof?

On the other hand… his hand was warm, the scent of cigarettes and cinnamon cologne washing over you. It had been so long, and you needed to let your mind go blank for a little while. Eddie was strong from working at the garage, calloused fingers that were firm and sure from playing guitar all these years. 

Oh, fuck it. 

"Yes," you incredulously found yourself saying. 

Eddie's warm eyes turned devilishly dark, and in an instant he was looping his fingers under your knees and pulling you to the edge of the seat. He spread your legs wide and planted himself between them on his knees. 

They stayed on yours as his fingers danced up your thighs, disappearing under your short skirt. Hooking your underwear, Eddie pulled them agonizingly slow down your legs, taking care to lift each heel-clad foot before stuffing them in his pocket. 

"Hey," you said, squinting down at him. "Those are mine."

Eddie patted his pocket and grinned wolfishly, "A souvenir."

Before you could yell at him, Eddie pushed up your skirt around your waist. You could visibly see his pupils dilate, licking his lips as he laid eyes on your cunt. To say you felt exposed was an understatement, and you gripped the arm rests for dear life. 

"Good lord, look at you," he whispered in awe. You were pulled all the way to the end of the seat, on display for him all alone in your room. The door was open, and anyone could walk in at any moment. 

Eddie pressed his lips to the inside of your knee, sending a shiver up your spine. You watched through hooded lids as he trailed upward, warm kisses lined with spit smearing along your skin. Each one twisted something deep in your gut, a mix of lust and shame. 

"You sure you want this?" he asked slowly, sitting on his knees before you. He was so close, and you needed this. You hadn't had someone touch you so gently in so long… and Eddie was beautiful and deliciously dark. 

"Eddie, please," you gritted out between clenched teeth. The heat in your cheeks burned down your neck and shoulders, focus tunneling in on just what it would feel like to have Eddie Munson eat you out. 

It seemed to be all he needed, and in a flash your knees were hooked over his shoulders as Eddie dove face first into your pussy. The flat of his tongue delved between your lips, licking a thick stripe through your folds. 

Your head rocked back on the chair back, a shuddering gasp escaping your chest. Eddie groaned as he did it again and again, tongue plunging into your hole. Your thighs clamped around his head in pleasure. He was sloppy, uncaring about the mess he was surely making. He moaned with each new part of you he reached, pulling back just enough to lick up and flick your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

"Oh, God…" you gasped, fingers peeling from the armrests to tangle into Eddie's hair. Soft curls twisted around them, and when you tugged to keep him close his moan vibrated through your cunt. 

His lips enclosed around the sensitive bud, sucking just for a sweet moment before laving around it. It had been so long, and before you knew it a long overdue orgasm rushed through you. 

"Fuck, Eddie!" you cried out, thighs clamping around his head. Your empty pussy clenched around nothing, a steady rush of slick pooling onto the seat below. 

He slowed as it waned, embarrassingly gone as quickly as it had come. Your legs twitched with overstimulation as he gathered every last drop, licking his lips as he pulled back. 

“Mhmm, sweetheart,” he growled out, looking up at you through hazy eyes. His chin and lips were soaked with your slick, lips pink and swelling. He cocked his head and chuckled breathlessly, “You have no idea how good you taste.”

Impatient, and desperate for anything he was willing to give you, you dug your heel into his shoulder blade, “Then why are you still talking?”

Eddie squinted up at you, and chaotic as ever, lurched up to pick you up. He threw you over his shoulder with ease, ignoring your startled yelp. He moved over to the door enough to swing it closed, then threw you roughly on the bed. Your heart burst in your chest as you laid exposed before him.

There was something dangerous in his eyes that excited you in a sinful way. It wasn’t frightening, but you knew in an instant you were getting more than you’d bargained for. His hands went straight for his belt as he knelt slowly on the bed, dark syrupy eyes fixated on you heaving beneath him. 

“You’ve got a bit of a mouth, there. Don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he got it loose, letting the buckle hang open. You swallowed thickly and tried to sit up and give a bratty reply back, but Eddie simply gripped the hem of your sweater and pulled it roughly over your head. 

He pressed a palm to your chest and shoved you back down on your pink blanket. A small oof rushed from your lips, captured instantly by Eddie’s. His hands gripped your cheeks as he kissed you roughly, catching you entirely by surprise.

His body covered yours, pressing you into the mattress as you kissed Eddie Munson for the first time. You could feel his length pushing against your core, and he ground himself into you. As fierce and desperate as it was, his lips were soft, leading. It was all consuming, the way he pushed and pulled you in any direction he wanted. 

You'd never been kissed like this. It wasn't demanding with no room for you to enjoy like it had been with Billy. Eddie was coaxing, making space for your moans to echo back against his. He swallowed each gasp and breath, one hand smoothing down your body. 

"Wanted to get a handful of this for years," he groaned against your lips. Eddie's wide hand slid down to reach under your skirt, gripping your ass tightly in his palm. 

"You have?" you asked as he moved on to your neck. His teeth grazed the tender skin, nipping lightly before swiping his tongue over to soothe. You let your eyes roll back at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of his wandering hand moving back between your spread thighs. 

“Prettiest girl in school,” he whispered against you, biting just a bit harder this time. Your eyes flew shut as his fingers brushed your pussylips, easing them gently apart. His hot breath fanned across your ear, your body flushing with shameful excitement. “Putty in my hands.”

Two fingertips pressed inside, making your jaw drop. Calloused and thick, Eddie took his time opening you up, kissing you in between each slow pump. He pushed in to the knuckle, his rings cool against your labia as he curled his fingers inside.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours sweetly even though he was saying such dirty things to you. “You get like this for everyone or am I special?”

You swallowed thickly and shook your head, “I haven’t, it’s been a… it’s been a long time.”

“How long?” he asked coyly, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes as you struggled to reply. The incessant curling and pumping of his fingers was making your brain go hazy. “Uhm, almost a year.”

“That long?” he cooed, pressing his lips to yours once more. Your fingers tangled into his hair, a shuddering moan falling from your mouth. Eddie pressed the flats of his fingertips into that spongy spot inside you that made the whole world fall away. “You sure you want your first lay in a year to be your dear sweet brother?”

“Ugh,” you scowled, but he just kissed you again with a small laugh. “Eddie, you’re disgusting.”

“Then why are you so sloppy wet, huh?” he asked, smirking against you. “I think you’re one of those girls who likes being talked to like this. The dirtier the better.”

“Oh shut up,” you snarled back. Your hands went for his pants, wanting to even the playing field. Here you were in your bra and pushed up skirt and this bastard was still clothed.

You slid the button free on his jeans, struggling with the zipper for a moment before you got it impatiently down. Eddie pulled himself from your neck with a soft pop, watching you as you pushed his pants down enough to get to his boxers.

His belly shuddered as your fingertips grazed the waistband, his eyes glazed over. You kept eye contact with him as you freed his cock, tired of only feeling it pressed against your leg. Through the tangle of your limbs, you slid your hand around his length.

You had to tear your eyes from his to look at it for the first time, curiosity getting the better of you. Your jaw fell open at the sight. Long and thick, and curved slightly to one side, Eddie Munson had a gorgeous dick. It made your mouth water as the thought of how it must taste filtered through your lust-clouded mind.

“Need you, Eds,” you murmured sweetly, brushing your lips against his. Eddie let out a shuddering moan as you pumped him slowly, your hand so much smaller than him and his girth. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you took the opportunity to throw him off his game this time. 

“I’m so empty,” you whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Eddie chased it, but you moved on, kissing the corner of his mouth. His fingers slid from your stretched hole, smoothing up your body until he could cup your cheek. “You gonna fill me up?"

He seemed entranced, hips bucking forward with each slip of your palm over him. You couldn't seem to help yourself as you reached your free hand to grip his jaw, "Yes or no, Eddie, or I'll go find one of those college guys to do it instead."

That seemed to do the trick, and in a lightning fast move Eddie had both your hands in one of his, pinning them to the frilly pillow above your head. His other hand slid between you, gripping his dick at the base. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll never want anyone else again," he growled huskily, dangerously. 

"Prove it," you dared. 

Eddie let out a pained sigh, squinting down at you in a mixture of irritation and amusement. You stared right as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your pussy, your legs spread wide around him. You both groaned in anticipation as he pushed inside, just enough to stretch and your lips to part in a light gasp.

Eddie was the first to look away, head turning down to watch his length disappear inside you. Each roll of his hips made you suck in a breath, a burning stretch that you hadn't felt in much too long igniting a fire in your belly. 

"Fill you up," he scoffed as he blissfully sheathed himself inside you. He held you wide open on his thick cock, letting out a small groan as he ground himself deep. "I can't believe the mouth on you, sweetheart…"

“Eddie…” you groaned impatiently, full of desperation and desire. He was still mostly clothed, and with you in your bra and skirt it somehow made all of this hotter and dirtier. His wide palm held you down by the wrists with one hand, the other moving to hold himself up on his elbow.

Your chest was light and airy, and you watched him through hooded lids. You nearly went cross eyed as he pulled out slowly, watching you begin to squirm before plunging right back in. A loud yelp sounded from your chest as his dick hit you deep, but Eddie just did it again. He started out slow, building speed with each pointed thrust. 

He moaned with you each time, picking up his pace as he bounced his head off your cervix. It was perfectly rough, his fingers digging bruises into your wrists above your head. Eddie pounded into you, moving one hand from you to grip your hip, the other tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck. You rolled in time, echoing groans between you until he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. 

He moved on quickly to your throat, your tits jiggling each time green thrust into you. He pulled your hair tightly, sucking and nipping hickies into your skin. Your arms wrapped around him, sliding up his shirt to dig your nails into his back. 

“Eddie…” you moaned pathetically, holding him tightly to you. “Please, fuck!”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he growled into your ear, pummeling your pussy with his cock. “Beg your big brother to fuck you like the little slut I know you are.”

The sick squelching noises of your sopping cunt being screwed into oblivion filled the room, his hips slapping into the backs of your thighs. Eddie continued on without a care in the world, his voice dripping with carnal excitement, “I always knew there was a good whore in there deep down. You just needed the right guy to pull it out of you.”

Tears filled your eyes. It was so filthy, so wrong, but you loved it. Your pulsing cunt was filled by your step brother’s cock, thick and hard and holding you wide open in a way it never had been. That all too familiar tingling reverberated through your veins, igniting you like a flame. 

“Wanna cum, Eds,” you babbled. Your nails dig deeper into his spine, forcing a sharp grunt from him. His cock twitched deep inside you, your slick dripping between your cheeks and onto your pretty pink sheets. “Please let me cum. Please!”

“Whose dick do you wanna cum on?” Eddie asked darkly,  grazing his teeth along your earlobe. It made your eyes roll back. “C’mon, let me hear it.”

“Yours!” you yelled, but you knew it was the wrong answer. Eddie got sharply to his knees and gripped your jaw, forcing it open.  

Eddie leaned down enough to spit on your tongue, making your hips jump as he slowed. You moaned, watching him with heavy lids, just wanting release as you swallowed it. He pressed his nose to yours, “You’re mine now, sweetheart. Tell me what I wanna hear or I’ll cum inside you and leave you wanting.”

His grip loosened a bit as he ground himself deep inside you, hips trembling with his own need for release. It was so dirty, but you wanted to explode, so you gave in. 

“Want you, Eds,” you whispered, your chest heaving and blotched red with shame. “Want my big brother to make me cum…”

Eddie tapped your cheek with the flats of his fingers, smiling wide, “There’s that good whore I was looking for.”

Diving right back in, Eddie kissed you as though he’d never stopped. He licked every inch of you he could, nipping your lips and leaving you a wreck beneath him. His slippery cock glided through you like it was made to, fitting perfectly inside. Your fingers tangled into his hair, keeping him right where you wanted him as your legs tightened around his waist. 

You rocked back down on him just as hard as he thrust into you, your whole body bouncing. You chased your release, the taste of his spit on your tongue and the feeling of him stretching you open taking completely over. The coil that had been building deep in your belly snapped, and your body shuddered as a wildfire ripped through you. 

“Eddie!” you cried out as you came. You lost all control, your core trembling as pure ecstasy took over your mind. 

Eddie’s thrusts turned sloppy as he felt you clamp down around him. His moans turned louder and sharper before he buried himself deep one last time and called out your name. Eddie bit your bottom lip as he spilled deep inside you, hot sticky cum flooding your used pussy. He rocked into you until he was spent, going limp on top of you. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned into your neck as he pressed you into the bed. He laid sloppy kisses along your throat, his tongue swiping over the bruises staining your skin. “You’re amazing, sweetheart, just like I knew you’d be.”

Sweaty and shaky, Eddie pulled out of you, making you both sigh at the loss. He pulled your skirt back into place before grabbing your hand and pulling you up to sit. You said nothing as Eddie picked your sweater up off the floor and put it back over your head, gently this time, then stuffed himself back into his pants. 

You scooted to the end of the bed as he brushed back his damp curls and looked around for anything he missed. You tried to catch your breath as a flood of shame and regret washed over you. What the hell did you just do?

“You good?” Eddie asked quietly, pulling you out of your mind as he sat next to you on the bed. 

You nodded, desperately holding back tears. You couldn’t believe yourself. “I’m fine.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” he insisted softly, and you just nodded again. 

“I know.”

“Hey, c’mon,” Eddie told you, pushing back some of your sex mussed hair over your shoulder. He pressed his lips to your cheek, and in that moment all you wanted was to ask him to stay, but that would be pathetic. More pathetic than sleeping with your step brother because nobody else wanted you and he just wanted the novelty of it. 

“I’m fine, Eddie, really,” you told him, giving him a false smile. He didn’t seem convinced. “I’m just thinking about how late I’m gonna be to this party.”

Eddie flashed you a cocky grin, “Just going for the company now that you’ve gotten your rocks off?”

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling wider. “I could do with letting loose for a bit.”

Eddie nodded as he stood. He leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning on his heel and heading for the door. As he opened it, he looked back at you, “Be safe.”

“You too,” you said back, and then he was gone. 

You waited until you heard the rumbling of his giant van start up, going to the window to watch it back up far too quickly out of the driveway and tear off down the street. When you were sure he was gone, you picked up your phone and dialed a number. 

“Hey, Chrissy,” you said shakily as she picked up on the other end. “I’m gonna back out of the party. I’m not feeling very good.”

“You sure?” The frown in her voice was clear, but you were no longer in any mood to go outside the house and be seen by the townspeople of Hawkins. They’d surely take one look at you and know what you did. 

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna sleep it off,” you told her. “Watch a movie and go to bed early.”

“Want me to join you?” Chrissy asked brightly. She was a good friend. “We can snuggle up and drink some boxed wine. I can bring some soup too.”

“Nah, don’t let me ruin your night.”

Chrissy fought back and forth a few times, trying to come over and take care of you, but you shut her down. As you set the phone back into the cradle, you started to cry. Tears flowed down your cheeks in pure shame and hatred for yourself as you undressed and put on an old tee and some butt-covering panties, ignoring Eddie’s cum as it slid down your leg. 

You crawled into bed and sobbed yourself to sleep, disgusted with yourself. After everything you went through last year, why would you put yourself in another position for more heartbreak? Eddie didn’t even want to cuddle you, he just got up and left as soon as he could. He was just like every other guy. He got what he wanted and moved on. 

You couldn’t believe that after all this time, you were still this stupid. 

Notes: This has honestly been a super fun one to write... and super dirty and just expected to get dirtier...

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@qsmutslut posted something that made me so hard to I had to write it immediately. It's currently 9:03 am. I feel like I'm going insane. This was so hot to write. Anyway! I hope you enjoy :)) I hope it's what you wanted

It's been a while since they've done this.

Pac would call it "clearing dungeons," but he's really not doing much on his end, Etoiles is ripping through the hoards of mobs and stepping back to let Pac get the loot. It's adorable how Etoiles is just here for the fight. Pac finds it sweet that Etoiles chooses him to spoil.

They're nearing the end, but Pac can tell that the adrenaline is unbearably buzzing under Etoiles' skin. Pac knows because he feels it often enough himself. Etoiles finishes off the boss in the final room and turns to Pac with a proud grin, nodding towards the chest.

"You take?" he asks, putting his sword away as Pac approaches him. Pac nods and giggles, opening the chest and digging through it. The loot is excellent; since the server reset, it's been a bitch to get materials. Pac is honestly really thankful that Etoiles is doing this with- for -him.

"Thank you so much, Etoiles, really, you're too generous," Pac says, looking up at the man from under his lashes. Etoiles smiles at him, pulling his hood off to clear his vision entirely.

Pac won't lie and say that his crush on Etoiles ever disappeared. He can't be blamed. Etoiles is a beautiful man. He's powerful, he's generous, he's funny. Watching him tear through the mobs, hearing his wild laugh bouncing off the walls, Pac is reminded why he fell for him in the first place. Etoiles is a shaken soda bottle, full of too much energy and pressure and ready to explode at any moment. Pac adores his power and the way he throws himself into everything full-heartedly.

Someone so kind, so wonderful, shouldn't go unthanked.

"Will you come to my house? Let me thank you?" Pac asks softly, reaching out to rest his hand on Etoiles' waist, making the man under him jolt. Pac watches the way his eyes widen and his lips part. It's not the first time they've slept together. Stories of how Etoiles acts in bed are enticing, and Pac is as greedy as Etoiles is giving.

"My bro, it's not necessary. Only if-" his voice trails off as Pac's hand slips under the edge of his armor, pressing against the thin shirt underneath "-only if you want," he finishes, voice dropping an octave and sending a shiver through Pac's spine.

"I do. You have been so helpful. I can't just let you leave after doing all this for me," Pac mumbles, smiling at Etoiles and pulling away. "Warp to my house, okay?" Pac says, and before Etoiles can argue, he pulls out his stone and warps away.

Pac goes inside, his house is shitty, but Etoiles isn't here to judge his decorating abilities. He's here to get fucked. Pac digs through his things until he finds his strap and harness. He hears the door open and smiles.

"Take your armor off, sit on the bed," Pac commands; he doesn't have to look to know that Etoiles is doing precisely what he said. Pac can hear the sound of removing armor, shuffling, and shifting clothes. Etoiles is so good; he's going to make him feel amazing. Pac steps into the next room to put the harness on and then grabs a length of rope. He returns to Etoiles and is pleased to see him sitting in just his undershirt and boxers, hands in his lap. He's so good.

Pac coos softly and walks over, straddling Etoiles' lap and pulling him in for a kiss. Etoiles' hands go to Pac's waist and run up and down his sides, affectionate even with Pac's tongue halfway down his throat. Pac likes that he doesn't try to fight for dominance; he follows Pac's lead. He tastes sweet, like healing potions and golden apples. Pac groans softly and rests his hands on Etoiles' chest. He pulls away from the kiss, and Etoiles is panting under him. Pac can feel the hardness of his dick pressed against his ass, and Pac thinks it's so fucking cute how worked up he gets just from kissing.

"Take your shirt off and lay back; I'm going to tie your hands," Pac mumbles, nipping at Etoiles' jaw. Etoiles nods and does as he's told. When Pac has him how he wants him, laid out on his knees, chest pressed against the bed, hands tied in front of him, naked, he takes a few minutes to admire. After all, Etoiles works so hard on his body. Pac's hands drag up his thighs, digging his nails in and scratching down the sensitive skin. Etoiles whines softly, dick twitching between his legs. Pac coos and leans forward, dragging his tongue against his hole in a broad swipe before pulling away and standing to get lube. The choked sound Etoiles makes his music to Pac's ears. He giggles and digs through his chest until he finds the well-used bottle of lube. He slicks up his fingers and returns to Etoiles.

Pac takes his time stretching Etoiles and listens to his little whimpers and groans, the way he moans Pac's name. Pac feels so powerful to have someone seen as the most powerful man on the server, squirming and whimpering with his hands. The idea makes heat curl in his stomach and dampen the space between his legs. He feels Mike's presence fill his head and laughs a little; of course, Mike is here. Etoiles is his favorite toy. He can take so much and still beg for more. Neither of them speaks as Pac pulls away and attaches the dildo to the harness, pressing it inside of himself and gasping softly.

Pac pushes inside of Etoiles in one mean thrust, and Etoiles chokes on his moan. He pulls at the binds around his wrists, and Pac feels a little hot at the way his muscles flex.

"You're so pretty, Etoiles, so good. You're so good to everyone. You need to be rewarded. Maybe I should call everyone here and let them say thank you," Pac purrs, fucking him hard and fast. Etoiles is already a mess under him, Pac's words making his moans kick up in pitch.

Pac manages to wring three orgasms out of Etoiles. The final one has him yelping Pac's name and pressing his face into the bed. He's got tears streaming down his cheeks, and when Pac looks, he sees there's nothing coming from his dick. A dry, painful orgasm. Etoiles is still gasping and shivering when Pac cums, nails digging into Etoiles hips and shivers wracking his spine. Etoiles is perfect through the whole thing, whining and crying but still and pliant.

Pac pulls out, unties Etoiles' hands, and pulls him against his chest.

"Thank you," Etoiles rasps out, pressing his face against Pac's chest and breathing through the pleasure rolling through his body.

[inkrabbit]

A Ghoul's Valentine

as promised, here's the Era 5 ghouls + Aether

Aether:

He doesn't need a holiday to show you that he loves you

But he does it anyway because he does love you and he knows this is the day that highlights that love

Luckily, the abbey doesn't too much for V-Day. The Papas recognize that it's good for everyone to spend the day with their loved one or spend it with a close friend and also realized that they could have the day off with their favorite Sibling. And Aether takes advantage of the day off

The day will mainly consist of you two just being together and Aether is more than willing to do whatever you want to

He's also planned a nice hot bath for you both to soak and relax in, and yes, it's going to be all pretty and decorated

Mountain:

He's been growing these flowers for a while, getting them prepared to pick and give to you

He's actually been keeping the flowers in Rain's room because he didn't want you to see them in his own room. He wanted them to be a surprise

There's also several fruits he's grown that symbolizes romance, such as: apples, cherries, pomegranates, and strawberries. And yes, he gets melted sweets just in case you want something to dip them in

All of the ghouls purr when they're spending time with their partner, but Mountain's purr is much more deep and intense. You'll actually feel it shake your whole body

Expect a lot of cuddling from him. All he wants is to sit down, hold you in his arms and just enjoy the day off with you

Phantom:

He's got spirit. Being a newer summon means he's not entirely sure about humans and their holidays, so he goes to the ghoulettes (Cumulus) and asks what gifts he should get you for the holiday

So here he is, standing in front of your bedroom door with flowers, some of your favorite sweets and a large smile on his face while his tail is wagging

He might stumble over his words a bit, and he might be a little bit over the top because he's trying to make today special for you both

He'll take you out to your favorite places and get you anything you want. All he's thinking about is making you feel happy and loved

And when it comes to turn in for the night, he's gonna be right there by your side, cuddling you close while you two sleep

Rain:

Rain knows more about V-Day than Phantom but that doesn't stop him from being a little shy and nervous about everything

He knows you. He knows what you like and what you need, but he also wants you to know that he's not doing any of this just because it's a holiday and he feels forced. In fact, he would love to do this every day

The day is mainly spent together and enjoying each other's company. He has no problem taking you anywhere if you want to leave the abbey. He'll actually be happy to get away from everyone else

One of the things he will do is take you to the aquarium in the city. He likes spending these times with you and yes, he's going to go into nerd mode and tell you all about the fishes in there

When it's nighttime, Rain will actually play his bass a bit for you. Just something to help you both unwind after the day

Sodo:

It's... a holiday to him. He doesn't really care for it

But for you? He'll try. He'll ask Mountain to conjure up some of your favorite flowers and he'll go out and get some chocolates. No, they're not only for you. He wants some, too

Don't expect the cliche "romantic" type for today. He's still Sodo. But he will become more affectionate with you and hold your hand everywhere

He'll act annoyed but if you ask him to do more traditional, romantic things on V-Day like going out to dinner or getting you flowers, he'll do it. He's just gonna bitch about it a little

He'll surprise you later that night by letting down all of his walls and softly telling you how much you do mean to him. It's just that he doesn't want you to think that he's treating you any differently today because it's a holiday. His love is genuine and he's determined to remind you of that

Swiss:

I hope you're ready for over-the-top and cheesy. He's getting you the biggest bouquet he could hold and insisting that he spoils you today

Absolutely showers you in kisses and hugs. He knows he's being over the top but he can't help himself. He loves seeing you smile and hearing your laugh

He's already got a reservation at a nice restaurant with a table tucked in the corner so you two can focus on each other. He loves nothing more than the be able to sit down with you, share a meal and just talk. It's always the highlight of his day

And he'll make sure to tell you just that, especially after he's had a little too much of the wine. He feels more free with his emotions, meaning he's going to make it your problem and gush about how much he loves being with you

The romantics aren't over after that, though. I hope you're ready for him to play the guitar for you while he softly sings. He wanted to go all out today and he's determined to do so

[thechaoticplayer]

hellllllo I am back yet again with another request because that was toooooooooooo good Do you mind doing a smut story about Ukimama and his harem? I feel like it would be fun to read lmao

Totally ok if you don’t feel like taking it up tho 💜 love your work 💜💜💜

Authors note: I got you bruv finally getting to this days later bc I forgot how to write a plot Summary: Uki and his beloved harem decide to hang out at the bar. However, Shoto gets jealous of Fufu-chan because he keeps hogging all of Uki-mama's attention that bitch Contains: tipsy guys flirting, suggestive content, alcohol, is a story that contains some sexual content 🔞 kinda short bc wtf am I doing again Pairing: Top!Uki Violeta x Bottom!Shoto (since I did Psyborg last time and also I want an excuse to make ukimama a top) Minors dni or dont idgaf

Uki laughs, a melodious sound as he props his chin on his hand. Club music plays in the background and chatter is all around them. His eyes sparkle playfully. "Oh? Fufu-chan, you're too cute."

"That may be so, but you're much cuter, Ukiki," Fulgar replies smoothly, a finger tracing the rim of his shot glass. The three sit at the bar, the bartenders whirling around and mixing drinks with ease.

"I feel like I'm third wheeling," Shoto laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

"You are," Fulgar practically chirps, winking at Shoto.

"Don't be a bitch," Uki reprimands gently, slapping Fulgar's arm affectionately. "I enjoy being with you both equally."

"yeah, jackass," Shoto retorts. The two males stop punching each other's arm, honestly just being men and it makes Uki laugh. It was cute how the two of them fight for Uki's attention every time they hang out. He watches them with a smile on his lips.

"Let's settle this. I bet Uki likes being with me more!" Fulgar takes Uki's hand, gently pulling him to his feet. Uki, surprised, lets him. "Let's dance, Ukiki!"

"Dance?" Uki echoes, a bit nervous. "I guess I can drop it down low but-"

Fulgar pulls Uki close, an arm wrapped around Uki's waist. "Oh, I bet you can."

"Hey!" Shoto calls as Fulgar guides the Psychic to the dance floor. The demon slayer grumbles, "This cocksucker." He swigs another drink, slams it down on the table and pushes past the dancing masses to follow them.

Fulgar is dancing like an absolute lunatic and even doing the Robot. Uki relaxes with a giggle, going with the flow of the upbeat music. He looks up at Fulgar who gazes down at him with soft eyes with his shit-eating grin.

It seemed like the world zoomed in on just these two, the Psychic and the Cyborg.

That is, until the Demon Slayer entered the picture.

A hand catches Uki's wrist and drags him elsewhere. Uki glances to see who it, about ready to bitch slap the person who thought I was a good idea to interrupt. He paused, realizing it was Shoto, brows furrowed and a slight pout to his lips.

'Oh?' Uki thinks, a smirk curling. 'Someone's jealous.'

Shoto drags him to a couch and plops down, tugging on Uki's sleeve. Uki obediently sits next to him, crossing his legs and turning to Shoto, eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Shoto mutters, refusing to look Uki in the eye. "I didn't want to be by myself."

"So you dragged me away from Fulgar?" Uki knew better, since he was a Psychic and all.

"He's not even that cool anyway," Shoto argues, finally looking at Uki. His facial expression screamed 'Jealousy!' Uki found it absolutely adorable, nodding at Shoto with a low 'mhm.' "Motherfucker thinks hes so much better! Smug asshole. I'm a way better-" He shuts himself up.

"You're a way better what?" Uki presses, tilting his head with a smirk.

"Nothing, nothing." He waves Uki away, avoiding his gaze yet again. His cheeks are flushed, Uki noticed. Was it from the alcohol? Or was it from something else?

"You bastard," an accented voice chuckles, separating the two as he sits himself right in the middle. "Stole my Ukiki away from me."

"He's not yours," Shoto counters, wagging a finger at him. "Hes mine."

"Oh my, two hot guys fighting over me. Must be a dream come true," Uki teases.

"It's because you're so beautiful Uki."

"Lay off the compliments, you stupid junk of metal."

"Go back to hunting demons because that's the only thing you're good at."

"Go back to being a fucking microwave."

They're obviously just messing with each other, albeit Uki noted the slight bite in each comment. If he didn't do anything, they'd probably be dancing with each other with a shard of broken glass at the other's throat.

With a exasperated sigh, Uki stands up, a hand on his cocked hip. "We didn't come here to bitch at each other. Let's get a couple more drinks to loosen up."

Shoto nods. "Yeah, you're right Uki."

"I'm always right. And as you are a part of my harem, you should obey what I say."

"Yes sir." Fulgar salutes goofily.

So the trio goes back to the bar, and the bartender welcomes with three small shot glasses. Each order a type of alcohol they desire and she quickly obliges, pouring at the speed of light before serving the next customer.

"Damn, being a bartender seems kind of crazy," Shoto observes, sipping. "So many customers at once."

"Yeah," Uki agrees, eyeing the lines of alcohol behind the bar. "Theres so many options, what if they screw up the order?"

"Serve it to another, perhaps," Fulgar replies. "It doesn't seem all that hard."

"Then why don't you help them out?" Shoto muses with a grin.

"Why don't you, dog boy?"

"I'll say this one more time: I am not a dog boy! Only sometimes."

"But you're my dog boy, aren't you Shoto?" Uki coos, a hand resting on Shoto's thigh. He twitches, a furious blush on his face.

"Only sometimes," Shoto repeats, refusing o admit it fully. What a tsundere. Such a brat to answer a simple question. Not a very good dog.

Uki cups Shoto's face, squishing his cheeks with a smile. "Come on, you can do better than that, handsome. Say it."

"Say you're a good puppy," Fulgar adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Shoto flips him off.

"I'm a demon slayer! not a dog!"

"Stop being such a bitch and say it, or I'll put a leash on you right now," Uki threatens, a sly look on his face now.

Shoto glances between Uki and Fulgar, realizing there was no way of escaping this. He groans, embarrassed, because they want him to say this in a public area? They really wanted to humiliate him. For some odd reason, Uki ordering him to do something like that kind of turned him on, which he internally slapped himself for because what the fuck?

He mumbles, "'m your good puppy."

"What?" Fulgar raises his voice, a hand around his ear. "The music is too loud, you'll have to speak up!"

Asshole. He's too much like his LAM brother.

Shoto inhales and locks eyes with Uki. He yells, "I'm your good puppy!" And immediately regrets it. The people near them turn to see, giving strange looks. God, why does this happen to him? His cheeks are literally ablaze right now.

Uki swipes his thumb over Shoto's lip approvingly. "Good boy."

Holy. Shit.

Shoto jerks his face away, positioning himself so his back faced them as they cackled. He cross his legs and yanks down his shirt over the growing bulge in his jeans. If either of them saw, the demon slayer would probably never hear the end of it. Shoto got hard because the Psychic called him a good boy! Breaking news!

Shoto drains his glass before rising to his feet suddenly. Without turning, he rushes his words out, "imma go use the bathroom be right back-" And retreated to the mens' room. Where he could relieve himself because boy the friction from the jeans were not helping. And it wouldn't be so obvious once he... releases. Although when Shoto thought about it, on his way to the restroom, was even more humiliating. Hopefully no one would question? they shouldn't. He was mainly concerned about any of the other guys hearing what he was doing. Shoto would off himself if started hearing word going around about some guy jerking off in the bar's bathroom. And probably even get the manager in there. If the manager was a guy. Or if they even cared because a lot of things happen at bars. Crazy things.

Okay, Shoto just went on a whole ass tangent. Calm down. it isnt that serious.

Shoto maneuvers around some drunk men laying on the floor, probably recovering his guts before wobbling out the door. Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of men in the bathroom. He figured since everyone was drinking, they'd either be pissing or throwing up. Shoto spied an empty stall and closed the door behind him.

Closing the toilet and avoiding looking in its contents, Shoto sat and sighed heavily. Was he really going to do this? Yes, yes he was. He could feel the buzz underneath his skin as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his feet along with his underwear, his erection literally straight up. Simple two words got him so worked up.

He wraps a hand around himself and lets out a small noise before biting his lip to silence himself. Sheesh, he was extra sensitive. Probably from the alcohol? The demon slayer could sense no one was left in the restroom at the moment, but he had to hurry.

Pumping his fist up and down his cock, he thought about Uki being the one jerking him off, whispering into his ear how well he was doing for him. That he was being such a good boy. Shoto's head leans back, eyelids fluttering as soft whimpers escape past his lips. His small "a-ah"s echoed throughout the bathroom. He was closing in on his release, going faster and just shamelessly moaning at this point. Shoto cums all over his hand and he pants, hand pausing at the base of his dick for a moment. He collects his breaths, wiping off the semen with a crappy piece of toilet paper, and zipping himself up.

Shoto flushes it down the toilet, regaining his composure and opening the stall door. However, he was not expecting to be shoved back in the stall and was about to punch whoever wanted a fight.

"U-Uki?" Shoto asked, shocked as the Psychic entered the stall with him. Uki locked the door behind them and approached Shoto with lustful eyes. "Hey, w-wait a second-"

"Now now, Shoto, were those pretty moans yours?" Uki purrs, tracing a finger down from Shoto's chest to his stomach. Shoto shivered without meaning to, and he felt the tips of his ears go red. "It sounded like you. I came in here to check up on you, but you were whimpering and moaning like a slut."

Shoto swallows. "I-I can explain-"

Uki smashes his lips with Shoto's. He palms the demon slayer's growing erection (again) and Shoto can't help but moan into the kiss. Unzipping the jeans, Uki pulls out Shoto's cock and starts rubbing the tip, pre-cum leaking out little by little.

"Already so hard for me, mm?" Uki murmurs after breaking the kiss to stare at Shoto's angry red tip. He traces a vein with his nail and Shoto whines in his throat. "Shh, be a good boy and let me make you feel good again, yeah?"

And here the Psychic was, overstimulating the poor man. Shoto had to hold onto Uki's shoulders to hold himself upright as he basically rutted himself into Uki's hand. Beautiful whimpers spilling out of him, Uki kisses down his neck, praising him for doing so great. Shoto came twice already, breathing hard and legs quivering.

"Such a brat," Uki tsks. "If you behave, I'll help you tonight. Is it a deal?"

"Yes," Shoto breathes with an obedient nod.

"Good boy. Let's clean you up, yeah?"

Fulgar watched the two walk towards him, a brow raised in question. "The hell took you two so long? Yall fucking in there or somethin'?"

Shoto awkwardly laughs, like oh yeah Uki totally didn't just play with me like I was his toy as Uki snorted.

"I wish. He just had to throw up a couple drinks," Uki answers smoothly.

"Lightweight," Fulgar chuckles.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Alright you two. Why don't we go back on the dance floor?" Uki suggests, seizing both their wrists and pulling them to the dance floor.

"As you wish, darling," Shoto and Fulgar say in unison. They side eye each other.

"Bitch boy."

"Cunt."

Uki rolls his eyes, a smile painted on his lips. He locks eyes with Shoto for a moment, and it turns into a smirk. Shoto looks elsewhere, face pink.

He was not surviving the night, was he?

[cherrys-side-bitch]

𝔹𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕚 𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

canon x gn! reader, fluff, they/them pronouns used once.

Note: May or may have almost taken the whole day to do this… you can definitely tell which parts I half-assed.

Dates with Bruno often include the two of you cooking dinner together and late-night car rides.

Bruno tends to get quite cold in his sleep so he's usually cuddling into you with the blankets around him. It sucks if you get overheated easily in your sleep but otherwise worth it.

Will often take you to expensive restaurants and have a romantic dinner with you

He wants nothing more than the utmost respect for you. So if anyone dares to make an inappropriate remark toward you or what you are wearing, you can bet he’ll use Sticky Fingers is going to shut that bitch up real quick.

Doesn't usually engage in PDA since he's a Capo and doesn't want you being targeted even if you're already involved in Passione.

Enjoys going shopping with you and will occasionally even ask first.

He will constantly give you hugs throughout the day

He's a very good listener and gives very good advice. If something is troubling you he's always willing to lend you an ear.

Respects your choices. If you say you don’t want to do something because it’s out of your comfort zone he completely understands. He would never force you to do anything.

Also stands by the “your body your choice” saying. Unless it’s puts you health at risk.

Loves it when you play with his hair! He’ll even let you help him get ready in the morning.

Sticky Fingers enjoys hanging out with the two of you.

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Dates with Abbacchio often include criticizing “reality” tv and shitty rom-coms, staying up late and going on walks together, and visiting the corner store late at night.

Once you break his walls down and he gets more comfortable with you he turns out to be sort of a softie.

Doesn't initiate PDA due to being a member of Passione, similar to Bruno. Although it's also partially because he gets flustered easily.

If you play with his hair he’ll get really tense at first, not knowing what to do.

Moody Blues loves playing music for the two of you to set a sort of romantic feel and Abbacchio is thoroughly embarrassed.

Loves it when you call him by his first name.

Will only initiate physical affection in private, where you’re not likely to get interrupted.

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Dates with Mista often include movie night, hanging out at the park, and chilling at the mall.

Talks to the gang all about you! He rants to the gang about your dates, interests, and funny things you’ve said. While the other members sit there quietly sitting there uncomfortable.

If you don’t sleep in the same room you’ll always get a good morning and goodnight text and expects you to send one back.

He’s very clingy and affectionate. Loves to cuddle with you throughout the day!

Sex Pistols makes it feel like you have 7 very jealous boyfriends

If he takes off his hat and you start playing with his hair he is in love. Will occasionally take off his hat just for you to play with his hair.

Will lean up against you and flirt with you all day. If you’re shorter than him you his personal arm rest.

He would absolutely cuddle with you all day if given the chance.

Loves PDA.

You guys have sleepover movie nights at least once every week.

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Dates with Narancia often include going to arcades and theme parks. Although he'll often initiate a dance battle between the two of you just for funsies.

But is always down to play video games with some music on in the background.

Narancia is the type of person who only likes physical touch when it comes from people he deeply trusts. So him allowing someone to touch him is a sort of honor.

He enjoys the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms and the warmth that radiates from you.

Loves to cuddle in his sleep and can barely sleep when he’s on a mission without you.

Has definitely taught you the torture dance, I don't make the rules.

You two recite vines and other iconic memes at each other. Gets sad if you don't finish it.

If anything interesting happens on the internet you'll know about it I swear. He'll rant about all of the tea in fairly good detail, it’s fair to say that he doesn't remember it all but even then he's doing an amazing job.

Adores talking about you to the gang and Fugo wants to strangle him because of it.

Fugo’s just like, “I understand you love them but I swear to god Narancia I love you and all but I’m going to kill you.” in his head.

Even if you aren’t part of the gang or Passione he’ll tell you all about the mission he was just on once he returns home. Loves talking to you about missions since it seems to make you smile.

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Dates with Fugo often include bakin and reading to each other

Due to past experiences Fugo isn’t exactly the most comfortable with being touched. But give him time and be patient with him, he’ll appreciate it.

Even after he used to getting physical affection it’s still weird to him especially since he didn’t get much as a child.

Extremely cautious and try’s to not freaking out and end up accidentally hurting you.

Doesn’t usually initiate affection because he doesn’t want to time it incorrectly and he just doesn’t know how. At first it’s a good idea to ask if he’s okay with it then initiating affection.

He will politely ask to cuddle though if he isn’t feeling well or starting to get really upset about something

Your presence soothes him and he’s glad to be with you.

Loves it when you play with his hair while cuddling. It’s very intimate and just hits different.

Gradually begins to open up more as the relationship progresses.

Never allows you near his stand.

Fugo prefers to hold hands when walking around town. It sort of grounds him.

Remembers the little things you say and makes sure to remember them. He cares about you and his best way of showing that is listening to you speak.

He’ll definitely do research on your interests so he can feel more involved.

Narancia is jealous that you don’t get stabbed in the face with a fork by Fugo when you get something wrong.

Enjoys cuddling with you as you take turns reading to each other. In one of those window seats basking in the midday sun with an appropriate amount of water to prevent dehydration and some baked goods you made together.

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Dates with Giorno often include late-night and casual cafe dates.

Will inform the worker at the restaurant that you asked for no pickles if you’re too scared. Or whatever food item you dislike.

Uses Golden Experience to make you flowers.

Imagine cuddling up together and showing each other frogs and other cute animals! He’d be so glad to have someone to talk about frogs with and you'd also get to rant about your favorite animals.

He loves to hear your voice, especially when you're talking passionately about your likes and dislikes.

He’s very attentive and notices when something is off. If you start getting uncomfortable in public he’ll notice and quickly get you away from the issue and ask what he can do to prevent a situation like that from happening again.

If neither of you can sleep he’ll take you on a midnight stroll and take you to see some pretty sites that aren't too far away from the house.

Loves it when you play with or help him style his hair.

The feeling of your fingertips running through his hair is such a delight. Will melt if you wake him up like this.

Will be unbelievably grateful if you braid his hair for him.

Prefers cuddling in his bed.

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Dates with Trish often include movie nights, late-night fast food runs, shopping trips, and doing each other's makeup.

No matter what your gender is she'll give you the best makeover you've ever seen if given permission.

Will 100% do your nails to match hers.

Has definitely asked to do the “s/o does my make up” TikTok challenge.

Generally asks if you want to do TikTok trends together and respects your opinions if you say no.

Loves to cuddle in her room while love songs play in the background.

Loves watching romance movies with you.

Y'all have a movie night every week unless missions interfere with plans.

If you didn't do self-care before, you sure as hell do now. She’ll take you for spa dates and make sure when the both of you wake up you both take care of your skin.

It’s a bonding thing.

If you have long hair she loves to play with it and do cute styles with it. But if you don't have long hair she still likes to play with it but is sad she can't style it.

Spice Girl will fight with Trish over your affection.

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