#just gonna be puppy brained and lay my head on your lap

[jasperyourmutt]

hi puppy !!! i just wanna send you some lovin today <3 i see that you're having a bit of brain funk and im so sorry sweet boy :( i wish i could scratch away behind your soft little ears and whisper so many kind words into them while i cradle you in my arms i'd love to tell you what a handsome, strong, good boy and give you lotsa gentle kisses and just let you be sooo puppy for me while i take care of you and spoil you and help you feel good you deserve it and i hope you feel a little better and do something good for yourself today .... i've been wanting to say hi but i'm a little shy so i think i will send some anon stuff now and again !!!

-✨

Ah hh h hhhh h thank you so much shy wag wag wag 🥺 nuzzling and leaning my head on you. Phantom foot scratching when you scratch behind my ears. Being taken care of sounds… amazing

I’ve been just trying to rest and do as much as my energy allows which has just been laying in bed and watching Kitchen Nightmares (Gordon Ramsay brings me great comfort in my time of need) which I think is all I really needed to do today.

So glad you said hi wag wag wag. This was a very sweet message and I appreciate it very much <3

[felixknow]

Hannie's 🦪 fixation

Part two of Hannie's 🍒 fixation

Part three -- fake text edition

Han/f!reader, friends who...play...together, Hannie begging reader, reader very soft-spoken | ADULTS ONLY, MDNI, I don't want teenagers reading my NSFW posts

“What?!”

“Please?” he asks with those big, sweet eyes boring into yours. “God, I love pussy so much. I'll make you cum, I swear! I don't stop until my girl is satisfied!”

“But, I…”

“You don't have to do anything for me, I swear. I'll jerk it while eating your pussy and it'll be enough for me. Fuck, I'm so hard, Y/N,” he whines, grinding his crotch against yours.

You.

Are.

Throbbing.

But your brain is such a mess you can barely answer him beyond the soft whimpers that leave your mouth as he rocks against you. Here he is on top of you saying such filthy things like he's casually offering to scratch your back for you, and you can't get the knot in your throat to go down no matter how many times you swallow.

“Pleeeeeease?” he asks again, laying down and resting his chin on your chest. He fully pouts, giving you his best, sweetest puppy dog eyes. And it works.

“Yes,” you sigh out, nodding. “You can… do that.”

Han smirks, sitting up so he's hovering over your face.

“Say it,” he says with a mischievous grin. “Say what I’m gonna do.”

If your face wasn't already burning with a vicious blush, it'd surely get redder as you sheepishly say “Eat me out while jerking yourself off.”

He scrambles to throw your blankets to the side and wastes not a single second looking over your stomach as he moves lower, pulling your sleep shorts and underwear off in one harsh tug.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he sighs happily, once against nestling between your legs. He uses two fingers to hold your lips apart and goes in like a man starved, lapping at your cunt with his dripping wet tongue.

Holy shit, you think. Was he drooling for it or what?

Your hips buck up against his face instinctually when he flicks his tongue back and forth rapidly against your clit. He chuckles at your body's reaction and stops, going back to licking long, fat stripes up and down, gathering your taste and feeling as much of you as he can.

When he feels that you've adjusted to the feeling based on the fact that your hips aren't bucking anymore, he goes back to your clit and sucks it into his mouth for just a second, just to get that squeak and jump reaction from you that he knew he'd get.

“Oh, fuck-- Hannie--” you moan, trying to look down at him. He's already watching you. When he lifts his head just slightly as he squirms and gets his hand down into his pants, you can tell he's smiling.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles, burying his face once again. He slurps the mixture of your wetness and his spit and swallows it down greedily. One of his fingers starts lightly tracing around your hole as his tongue works lazy circles around your clit, giving extra pressure as he passes over its hood.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, reaching down to push his hair back from his face. “You're-- ahh-- you're really good at this.”

He hums in acknowledgement and flutters his eyes closed, losing himself completely in the swirl of his tongue and the flick of his hand working over his cock, which you can't see but you can start to hear the sounds of it as his fist gets damp from his pre-cum.

You play with his hair, lightly tugging and scratching his scalp as his pace increases, giving him non-verbal signals that he’s doing good. 

“Hannie, I can’t,” you moan, arching your back and trying to roll your hips up into his mouth. “I’m getting close.”

He suckles on your clit, ignoring when you push on his head and get louder and louder, insisting that you’re getting too sensitive. One of his fingers slips inside of you and he curls the tip of it, tapping rapidly against the inside of your pussy on the back of your clit, quickly sending you over the edge.

You pull his hair so tightly while moaning his name and grinding up against his tongue. You swear you hear him moan into your pussy between his tongue flicks and slurps.

He doesn’t stop his suckling until your hands fall from his hair, almost as if the pleasure has completely overcome you and made you give up on holding yourself up.

With a few more long licks to collect your taste, Han removes his mouth from your pussy. The entire bottom half of his face is damp and shiny with your slick, but the real star of the show is the hazy look in his eyes and the way his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he reaches his orgasm too.

He whines loudly-- whimpering, even-- while his hand furiously pumps in his sweats.

I wish I could see it, you think through your clouded sex-high. I bet it’s pretty like he is.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, chest rapidly rising and falling.

This is it. This is it.

“Y/Nnnnnn,” he whines, turning his face into your inner thigh. “Ahhhh, fuck! Y/N! Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/nnnnnnnn…”

“Holy shit,” you sigh out, watching as his hand stills and his whole body goes slack as he tries to catch his breath.

You’ll let him do whatever he wants to you if you get to hear him say your name like that again.

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[caraphernellie]

YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL. needy vampire!ellie + a menstruating reader. EIGHTEEN PLUS INTERACTIONS ONLY.

DISCLAIMER: vampire!ellie with a menstruating reader... you get it. you've been warned. it's oral. and i know technically period blood isn't entirely made of blood.... i don't care... play pretend for the sake of this fic...

you bask in the pale moonlight that shines through the bedroom window, dim lamp-light bathing the room in a peaceful and warm glow. ellie lies close to you, head nuzzling into your stomach. it's only when she begins to nose at the hem of your shirt, pushing it up lazily to lay a sloppy kiss on the underside of your breast, that you remember she's there in the midst of the silence. the look on her face is all too revealing, brows furrowed and her eyes darkened by her pupils, dilated the way they always are when she's in the mood for something. you simply laugh, trying to turn her down lightly.

"i'm on my period, we can't do anything, el."

"that's why i want it, babe," ellie grumbles, beginning to trail those kisses up your neck, fangs leaving gentle, benign nicks in your skin. her ears catch the way your pulse speeds up and it does nothing to quell the fiery pit of need in her stomach– your sweet heart, the very organ that pumps the saccharine nectar around your body to keep you alive, for her to love, for her to feed. 

she wasn't always this way. she was once a human, until a freak accident occurred when ellie stupidly thought it'd be safe enough to walk home from work late at night. she never used to be able to hear your pulse so clearly, but now all it does is arouse her. she never used to be able to smell blood so intensely, but she determined you were on your period the moment you'd turned the corner onto her street this afternoon, the knowledge burning in her brain the entire time and leaving her relentlessly hungry and horny. your period is basically a free, ongoing source of feed for her– she needs it, and your body needs it gone – she's just being wise here. "c'mon… and hey! an orgasm can help with the cramps. trust me."

"the mess, though…" you mumble shyly, marvelling at the way things have changed since ellie's turning. there was once a time when you and ellie would curl up on the couch, sharing a hot water bottle or rubbing each other's stomachs to ease the cramps when your cycles synced– now ellie goes without her cycle, instead a hankering for blood. period sex never used to be in the equation. 

now, ellie's nose twitches, her head's spinning, and she's licking her lips as the thought about resting her head between your thighs sets in. "i'm starving, babe, i'm not gonna leave a mess. m'not gonna waste a single drop. trust me."

the insistence and enthusiasm in itself is rousing, her utter captivation with you leaving the heat between your legs throbbing. that puppy look in her eyes has cut right into your conscience, looking to ellie with the most empathetic curl of your lips. "if you say so…"

"i do say so, and i mean it," ellie sasses, a soft kiss brushing against the corner of your smile before she hastily helps you strip out of your clothes, tossing it all to the floor with a scoff. as if the clothes are offensive.

and now, you're laid out for her like a feast, which she wastes no time in diving into – her fingers leave a bruising grip on your thighs, pulling them apart so she can begin to lap up all that you have to offer. she's not at all polite about it, slurping and licking up the tempting elixir of your pussy. ellie can't help herself, can't hold herself back any longer, letting out moans and sounds close to whimpers as she tastes the mix of arousal and blood that's gathered.

ellie's half-lidded eyes stare up at you, rolling back as her tongue dips into your hole to seek satiation right from the source. pulling back for a moment to lick a long stripe up your slit, strings of spit following her and her chin already dripping in the red essence, ellie's tongue darts out to lick it off her lips and she hums happily. "shit, you're so fuckin' good for me."

"ellie, oh god," you murmur, not sure whether to avert your gaze or keep watching– it's a little humiliating to see your own mess all over her face, but ellie certainly doesn't care or have any shame about it. red suits her.

she pushes her tongue back into your cunt, as deep as she can this time, feeling your every little shudder and tremble. she goes on like it for ages before finally paying more attention to your clit, latching her lips around it as if to apologise for the neglect. her fingers slide past your lips and brush up against your g-spot, earning a hoarse cry from you as your back arches and muscles tense.

and she doesn't even want to stop once you've came, sucking the blood from her fingers and laying her head against your inner thigh– she'll use the puppy eyes again, and it'll work every time. she won't be going hungry for days.

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[rebelfell]

Evidently never gonna be done with thoughts of these two... 18+, MDNI 4.8k

older!fem!Harrington!reader x eddie munson

cw: unprotected piv, finishing inside

cont'd from here, index here

The ride back to the house is silent.

No music playing. No words being said. Just the rumble of his van’s engine and the spin of its tires making the floor vibrate underneath your feet. Eddie’s hands keep tensing, his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel never loosening as he navigates the deserted, winding backroads.

The trip that seemed to take only minutes on the way now stretches on interminably. Like when you wake up from a dream and the elasticized time snaps abruptly back in place and you realize your alarm has been going off for over an hour and now you’re definitely late for work.

You swallow thickly as you stare out the window at the blur of trees whipping past, your fingers twisting in your lap as you pick at the skin around your thumbnail. You rack your brain for some words, any words, that might be helpful. That might somehow fix this mess you’ve made.

But there isn’t a lot left to say after the lake.

Eddie, don’t, you can’t say stuff like that.

Why not? It’s the truth, it’s how I feel, I—

Because this can’t go anywhere! I’m leaving, I’m going back to—

Then I’ll leave too! I’ll go with you, I’ll go wherever you go, I just want to be with you.

Stop it, you don’t know what you’re saying.

He tries to tell you he does mean it. He means it more than he’s ever meant anything in his whole life. He doesn’t care about Hawkins or his stupid community college classes or his handful of odd jobs he could do literally anywhere. He’ll pick up and move. He’ll work. He’ll take care of you.

He’ll do anything so long as this doesn’t end.

What about Steve?

You stare at him plainly, certain you’ve delivered a death blow. And his face does flicker, if only for a moment, as the guilt that’s been festering in his gut for months finally shows through. And even as he shakes his head as determinately as he can, the waver in his voice is unmistakable.

I’ll…I’ll explain it to him.

Explain what? That we fucked on every available surface in his house?

Eddie shrank at your harsh words, not ready for the anger that flashed in your eyes, nor the vitriol that rose in your voice when you so crassly described the best summer of his life.

No! Well…yeah, but—I don’t know, I’ll figure it out!

Okay, and then what? We date? You practically spat the word out. Show up for Christmas dinner at your best friend’s house? Sit across the table from him as his aunt’s…as my…

You can’t even say the word “boyfriend”—it feels so juvenile, so high-school.

The argument drags on until the deep, brilliant midnight blue sky begins to tinge gray with the arrival of a cold and sickly dawn. Eddie probably would have kept going until the sun rose, until it hung in the middle of the sky, until it had set and come back up all over again. But you told him as calmly as you could that you had to go back. 

It was time.

His van practically crawls to a stop in the driveway, the screech of his brakes mixing with the soft tweets of birds just beginning to stir. He shifts it into park and reaches up to grab the keys and cut the ignition, but you lay your hand on top of his to stop him.

“I don’t think you should stay,” you tell him, forcing back the wobble in your voice.

And the way he looks at you when you say it makes you feel like you’ve been stabbed. His face crumples, his brow pinching together, his mouth contorted in an ugly shape more snarl than frown.

“Don’t do this…” he says, gritting out the words through a clenched jaw. “Please.”

And it’s not the sort of begging you’re used to hearing out of him. It’s not an eager plea for you to kiss him or touch him, nor a cheeky request to fuck you somewhere you could get caught. This is real begging. It’s him clawing at you from behind a chain link fence, a lost puppy who wants only for you to take him home from the pound.

Not asking for anything but you.

“Eddie, we can’t—”

He reaches out for you, his hands coming up to cup the sides of your face, his touch somehow soft and tender despite the rigid tension you can see in his arms, in his back, in his shoulders.

“We can do anything we want,” he whispers.

His breath is warm on your lips as his forehead rests against yours. He really believes it. And god do you want to believe it too. But…

“I’m sorry.”

Tears brim along your lashline as you wedge your fingers under his to wrench them from your face, rushing to get out of the van before he can stop you. Your footsteps thud on the concrete as you retreat inside the house and lean on the door in the foyer until you hear him backing down the driveway and the glow of his headlights has disappeared completely from view.

You drift back upstairs, heading for your sister’s room that has lain untouched since they left. Past all the places you and he defiled this summer. Past your bed with its rumpled sheets that still smell of Camels and cologne. Past the guest room where Eddie barely slept, lying awake at night thinking of you instead. Past the answering machine and its flashing red light that signals a new message has been left, one you’ll listen to in the morning with bleary bloodshot eyes.

It’s your sister letting you know they’ve changed their flight. They’ll be home tomorrow.

Which is now today.

Having John and Viv back in the house is an adjustment.

Upon playing their message, you and Steve did a sweep of every room trying to get it back up to his mother’s impeccable standards you’d let slide since your arrival…in more ways than one.

You don’t see much of Steve’s father, which feels normal because you never do. Even after all the deals he closed this summer, he somehow only has to work more now that he’s home. Most mornings, he’s up and headed to the office before the rest of the world has hit the first snooze on their alarms. And some nights he stays until long after the rest of the house has gone to bed.

It gives you and your sister lots of time to talk. Well, it gives her time to talk. And the one thing she simply can’t seem to stop talking about is how incredible the yard looks.

She keeps looking out the windows and sighing wistfully as she stares at the haven Eddie has created. She starts to take her morning coffee, her afternoon tea, her evening glass of port out on the patio just to marvel at the perennials just beginning to flower. She’s beyond thrilled.

And you’re…fine. At least you can pretend like you are. Most days.

It’s easy to slip back into the state of numbness that was your home base after everything with your ex. But with him, you had just felt mad. There was no guilt or remorse eating away at your insides. No bottomless pit of doubt in your stomach, no needling thoughts of regret gnawing at you constantly. No part of you left wondering if you’d made a terrible mistake.

Or rather, another one.

What’s really not helping is Viv going out of her way to berate you about how you’re going about this all wrong. She’s quick to scold you for moping around the house, asking if this is what you’ve done all summer. She’s adamant you should be getting back out there—back on the bike or the horse or whatever other tired ass cliche you preferred.

It’s during one of these rants that the phone rings and mercifully cuts her off. Steve is calling. He left his lunch at home and he’s wondering if someone can bring it to him. Vivian grins.

“Your aunt would love to. She was just saying she needed to get out of the house.”

And she’s not wrong, even if it’s her and not the house you need a break from.

But as you make the turn into Family Video’s lot, your stomach drops at the sight of the brown and white van parked out front. Eddie’s long frame leans on the hood, unlit cigarette dangling out of his mouth, his hands resting on the hips of a girl he’s got pressed up against him, his fingers toying with the frilled hem of a baby pink top that flashes the bare skin of her lower back.

Your neck is as stiff as death as you walk past, keeping your eyes glued to the door in front of you, trying to ignore the breathy laugh that floats on the air and punctures your brain. You yank on the handle a little too hard, the silver bell overhead even louder in your already ringing ears.

Steve lets out a loud groan of relief when he sees you, or rather when he sees his lunch, and he tears into it right there on the sales floor. He’s the only one on today and the store is deserted— everyone likely at the pool or out enjoying the last few weeks of freedom and warm weather.

Or going for a gold medal in tonsil hockey.

You fold your arms across your chest and lean on the counter, sneaking a glance over your shoulder you know you’ll regret. Most of the display going on outside is obscured by the decals and posters on the windows, but you can still see plenty.

Eddie’s head dips to whisper something in that girl’s ear and you feel about as tall as the crumbs scattering from Steve’s sandwich.

As he chews, your nephew’s gaze follows yours out the window. His brows raise as Eddie grins and he starts to run his hands down the curve of her spine, slipping them snugly into the back pockets of her jeans. Unable to see the grimace on your face, Steve just nods approvingly.

“About time,” he sighs as he rips off another bite. “He’s been like…catatonic lately.”

The sourness in your stomach only curdles further until you mutter out a goodbye to Steve and turn to make your escape. But the very moment that you do, that girl is taking Eddie by the hand and pulling him along behind her into the store. You and she nearly collide at the door, close enough you can smell the sickly sweet peach lip gloss she’s wearing.

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am,” she says, blithely smiling as she floats over to the new releases.

Behind her, Eddie stands staunchly in the doorway. He takes up the entire exit, his dark clothes seemingly absorbing all the light in the room as you lift your chin to look him in the eye.

You expect to find contempt. Something callous and unfeeling. More than merely smug, you’re sure he will be dripping with arrogance and condescension. Because he’s got every right to be, doesn’t he? You really think I cared about you? Don’t you see how fast I can replace you?

But when you do look at him, there is only pain etched into his features. He holds your gaze for no more than a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity. You think that all of civilization could be crumbling into ruin around you and you would never know because you can’t stand to tear your eyes away from his. And you don’t, until he drops his head and turns sideways to let you pass.

His cologne stings in your nostrils as you do, and your arm brushes the edge of his denim vest. And you don’t make it but a block away before you have to pull off onto a side street and cry.

For the next two weeks, the sky is permanently gray.

Dark and mottled clouds roll in sometime that evening and suddenly even the smallest sliver of sunshine becomes as precious as real gold. Their coverage is dense and the air becomes thick and muggy with humidity that only gets more oppressive, yet never gets any closer to breaking.

Every day, the house seems to get smaller. It’s like you’re a rat in a maze and the scientists who are studying you keep removing portions of it until you’ve been boxed in with no escape. But the idea of going out, the thought of running into Eddie again, is too much for you to bear the risk.

The only thing that brings you any sort of solace is that the school year will start soon and you’ll have work to distract you again. Truthfully, the only reason you have yet to extract yourself from Hawkins is because your new housing—a little craftsman you’re going to rent from the head of your department at the university—won’t be ready for you to move in until the end of August.

But the looming threat of your departure somehow only encourages Vivian.

You should have known something was up the moment she said she wanted to have a “family dinner” to celebrate your last night. You should have known when you came into your room and found a bag from her favorite department store sitting on your bed containing a sundress far too floral for your taste. It might as well have had a post-it on it that said “Wear Me” like your mother used to put on your school clothes when she laid them out for you in the morning.

If you were smart, you might have thrown it out the window. Or maybe even climbed through it yourself and scaled down the trellis to make a run for it. Instead, you put it on. And your feet are like lead on the steps as you come down to find your sister bustling around the dining room.

Your brow furrows as you count four place settings. “I thought Steve had a date,” you say.

“He does,” she hums, shooting you a sidelong glance. “And so do you.”

“Viv, no. Please don’t do this—”

“I haven’t done anything!”

She throws her hands up and smiles, but all the faux innocence in the world can’t disguise that glint of mischief in her eyes. You open your mouth to protest, but you’re cut off by the doorbell.

“That must be him,” she titters, flapping a napkin behind you to shoo you into the foyer. “Go on, now, don’t keep him waiting!”

Eddie parks his van down the street from Steve’s house, under the cover of some tree branches that hang low over the road. He smokes two cigarettes down to the filters and debates on a third as he tries to summon the courage to get out of the car. Every part of his body seems to be at odds with him, unwilling to settle until he finally kicks open the door and gets out.

His feet carry him forward in long, determined strides but they falter when he sees a car he isn’t expecting sitting in the driveway. It’s a cruiser. One Eddie found himself pulled over by on more than a few occasions, being scrutinized by the giant hulking man now ringing the doorbell.

Hopper.

He’s not in uniform. In fact, he’s more dressed up than Eddie has ever seen him, all trussed up in a sport coat over a button down that he’s actually buttoned. Shit, is his shirttail tucked in?

“Munson?” he says in surprise. “What brings you here?”

But before Eddie can answer, the door is opening and it's you on the other side. Eyes widening when they land on him and then blinking furiously when you realize Hopper is there as well.

“Um…hi.”

It’s hard to say who looks more uncomfortable as you step aside so Hopper can come in and you exchange some stilted pleasantries. You remember him from high-school and you aren’t all that surprised the town’s terminal bachelor is the one your sister has decided to foist upon you.

What is surprising is that Eddie is here. And his eyes are searing into you, while you have yet to fully acknowledge him. In all honesty, you're not entirely convinced he isn’t a hallucination. Only when Viv appears and glides into the chaos like a parade float do you actually believe it.

“I thought that was you, Chief. So glad you could make it—Oh, Eddie!” 

Her eyes fall on the boy still hovering in the doorway, her hand coming up to her chest. 

“I’m so sorry, dear, but Steve’s already left for his date. Wait right here, though, I have some money for you for all that work you did.”

“No, you don’t have to—”

Eddie takes a hurried step forward, his white sneakers finally breaching the threshold. Vivian is already gone, though, rushing up the stairs. Leaving you alone. With both of them.

“Hey…Hop. John’s in the den, if you want a drink,” you tell him, pointing the way.

With a terse nod and a gruff sound you presume is him answering in the affirmative, Hopper heads down the hall and leaves you and Eddie to your uncomfortable hovering. He leans on the narrow table in the entryway, staring at his own hand as he traces the edge of the wood with his finger, the rest of his hand closed in a fist. He won’t look at you now. Won’t lift his chin an inch.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper.

Eddie just shrugs, staring now at his sneakers he’s scuffing against the oriental rug under his feet. His mouth parts slightly, but no words come out. His chest rises with the breath he draws, but he swallows his non-response when he hears Vivian at the top of the stairs.

“Here you go, dear,” she says, handing over the envelope full of cash with his name written on it that’s been sitting on her bureau for weeks now.

His head shakes. “You really don’t have to—”

“Nonsense! You did such beautiful work out there, it was so wonderful to come home to. You ought to think about going into landscaping.”

Vivian just about forces the envelope into his hands and he mutters out a thank you, tapping his fingers on it and making furtive glances towards the door as she whirls around to you.

“You two met, right?” she asks. “He must have been here all the time working.”

“Y-yeah, yes, we—”

“Thank you,” Eddie says, stuffing the money into his back pocket and reaching for the doorknob in one motion. Still not looking you in the eye. “I’ll, um…I’m sorry to disturb you…”

He goes to leave, one foot already out the door when she suddenly stops and looks back over his shoulder. You feel your breath catch, his gaze finally lifting to meet yours.

“Have a good night,” he says quietly. And then he’s gone.

The door doesn’t slam. He doesn’t even shut it particularly hard. Still, you can’t help but flinch as it closes soundly behind him. There’s something so final about it, but it doesn’t feel like enough after everything that’s happened—it doesn’t feel right for it to end with something so hollow.

Vivian just smiles and loops her arm with yours.

“Ready to go find the boys?”

You walk Hopper to the door after dinner, more or less coerced into it by your sister.

There’s a slight scuffle as you try and figure out how to say goodnight to one another. He winds up reaching out a hand as big as a bear’s paw and clumsily pats your shoulder, almost like he is one, when he seemingly can’t decide between hugging you or shaking your hand. 

Chuckling through it the best you can, you keep the same fake smile you’ve worn all night firmly plastered in place until the door closes with him on the other side. And you stand there for a minute, not too keen on going back in the kitchen for your impending cross-examination.

But then your eyes land on the vase sitting on the table in the entryway. More specifically, on the folded piece of paper tucked behind it with only a ripped edge peeking out. 

You reach for it, flashing back to a ringed finger tracing the edge of that table, fist clenched around something, and your hands shake as you unfold it to read Eddie’s note scrawled inside.

I’m parked down the street.

It’s just starting to rain as you hurry down the driveway, skulking through shadows as you walk along the quiet street. In the distance, you can hear the rumble of the approaching storm as fat raindrops hit the top of your head and slide down your scalp through the forest of your roots.

A pitch black sky overhead matches the road under your feet, scantly lit by a lone streetlight. The wind picks up as you look around for Eddie’s van and just when you’re starting to think he must have left already, you spot him on the side of the road under the cover of some trees.

At first all you can see is the glowing orange dot at the end of his cigarette, but his face steadily comes into view as you approach the driver’s side door. A blatant attempt to avoid what you know will happen if you climb in the passenger seat.

The rain starts to fall a little harder as he rolls his window down. It soaks the ground at your feet, clouds of steam rising from the pavement. The air is thick and heavy, like standing in a bowl of soup. It has your shoulders sagging with the weight and your lungs struggling to draw breath.

At least that’s what you let yourself believe.

“How was your date?” Eddie asks with a bitter laugh that does little to disguise his disgust. You shake your head, pushing back a wet piece of hair clinging to your cheek.

“It wasn’t a…It was just dinner.”

The hurt in your voice makes his eyes round and soften, cheeks hollowing as he takes a long drag. Seemingly breathing in as deeply as he can to steady his own frayed nerves.

“I was afraid you might have left already,” he says.

“No,” you tell him, eyes falling to your feet. “Not ‘til tomorrow.”

He nods.

“I, uh—I know I shouldn’t just show up like this. But I wanted to tell you…” His jaw is clenched, bottom lip shaking almost imperceptibly, corners of his mouth turning downwards as he stubs out his smoke. “I need you to know that I don’t regret it. Any of it.”

He lifts his gaze to meet yours on the last words, brown eyes like twin black holes that hold all the mysteries of the universe. There’s a terrifying vastness to them, a depth you’ve only barely scratched the surface of. Your lips press together and you pinch your eyes shut as your hand creeps up to rest on the door, fingers curling around it as raindrops splash on the interior.

The thunder only gets louder as the storm nears, the rain now falling in a rapid patter. Here it is, you tell yourself. This is what you knew was coming. This is where you knew you’d end up.

“I don’t regret it either,” you say, raising your voice over the sound of the rain, forcing down the tremble in it. “And I…I’ll never forget it.”

You can only hold his gaze for a second before you have to look away. And as you do, you give the door a tight squeeze, wishing it was his hand instead.

“Bye, Eddie.”

Your feet carry you away like you’re on autopilot.

You’re barely conscious of the steps you take or the direction you head in as the rain ramps up to a downpour and fully soaks through your clothes. Your head is spinning and foggy, unable to register much of anything until one sound breaks through—the creak of the van door swinging open and slamming shut, followed by the splashing of water under sneakers.

The solid weight of his hand on your shoulder makes you start as he turns you towards him, the rain falling harder and the wind blowing faster all around. The trees overhead whip back and forth in a frenzy, their branches dipping low and their leaves swirling wildly in the air.

“Eddie, someone could see—”

He wraps his hands around your wrists to wrench you closer, pulling you into his body, both of your faces splattered with rain, barely able to see anything beyond each other.

“Let them,” he breathes out before his lips slam into yours.

The sound of the storm is only magnified inside of Eddie’s van, every drop of rain on the metal roof practically deafening as you climb through the rear and your bodies slide against the floor. The carpet inside is rough and scratchy, the fibers imbedded with decades worth of dirt and crumbs and tobacco and weed particles, but you can’t find the will within you to care.

All you can think about, all you can focus on, is him.

His kiss is harsh and punishing, lips mashing rough against yours, teeth clacking as he devours you. Aggressive and bruising in a way that, deep down, you know you deserve. 

Your wet clothes cleave to your bodies as you struggle to drag them off, steadfast in their refusal despite your feverish attempts. Eddie’s jeans and boxers only make it to the middle of his thighs before he’s pushing inside of you and a strangled moan releases from his throat.

The stretch makes you writhe, the stinging pain quickly becoming an afterthought as your need for him overrides everything else. You fist his wet shirt in your hands, rivulets of water trickling down your forearms as you clutch it tight to pull his body as close to yours as it can get.

Adrenaline races in your veins as he begins to thrust and you realize it’s the first time he’s taken you bare, the velvet of his skin dragging against your walls with nothing to separate you.

He fucks you fast and hard, your legs kicking up to wrap around his waist, your ass burning from the friction, your muscles tightening and tensing with every move. His whole body is quaking as he drives himself inside, the van rocking, teetering like it’s about to tip over the edge of a cliff.

He fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll get to, because he’s pretty sure it will be.

“Let me come in you,” he groans in your ear, more command than request. “Want to fill you up, want you to feel every…fucking…drop…”

The words are grunted out in time with his thrusts, his hips pushing deeper with every heaving breath, his cock twitching inside you as your walls pulse and tighten around him.

“Fuck, Eddie, oh my god!”

Your fingers weave into his wet curls, twisting them in your grasp at the root, tugging his head up and holding him there so you can stare into his eyes, your own vision strained in the dark.

Lightning flashes through the windshield, followed instantly by a clap of thunder. So close it could have struck right outside. For an instant, the van is illuminated and you see his face fully—eyes wide and wild, hair half-dried in damp coils, tattoos stark against pale skin that glows white.

It only lasts a second, but it shows you everything you need to see.

“Come, Eddie,” you gasp as the lightning dissipates and the whole van rattles from the force. “Want you to come for me, come in me—”

And he does. As fast and hard as the lightning strike, Eddie’s cock bursts with rope after rope of his release spurting inside of you, your center tingling as the feeling of it spreads throughout your body. The noise he makes in your ear is ungodly. It pours out from deep in his throat, guttural and resonant as the echoing claps of thunder. He drops all of his weight onto you, shaking from the force of his orgasm as you’re flattened between him and the floor.

“It’s okay,” you coo softly, your fingers loosening your grip on his hair to stroke it instead, nails dragging soft and slow against his scalp.

He shivers at your gentle and soothing touch, inhaling shaky breaths of you with his face pressed to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Safe and dark and warm.

“I love you,” he says, his voice cracking in a dry sob as his tears slide off his cheeks to mix with the rainwater and sweat on your skin. Your throat clenches as you swallow, still trying to force down the words that have sat heavy in the center of your chest for weeks now, fighting to be said.

Finally, finally, finally, they make it out.

“I love you too.”

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[strawbeerossi]

Silencing Spencer Reid

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer likes how you listen to him ramble about things that interest him. He also likes your method of telling him to shut up.

Content/Warnings: Reader is a little mean because she has a headache, Spencer ramblings, oral (f receiving), face sitting (duh), degradation, pet names (pretty boy)

Word Count: 1.1K

Kinktober Day Eleven: Facesitting

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You liked listening to Spencer talk, something about his voice being calming to listen to. Listening to him ramble was like heaven, watching him get excited to tell you every bit of information that plagued his brain on one specific subject. Spencer was honestly grateful, liking the way you actually showed care to what he had to say and telling him your own thoughts. However there was another side of you that he liked.

“Spencer, honey, can you please just give me five minutes? I have a really bad headache.” you spoke as you were walking through your shared apartment, your boyfriend following behind you like a little puppy. “But you haven’t even heard the best part about this episode! I mean, you have no idea how crazy it is when he-” Spencer was cut off by the palm of your hand pressed against his mouth.  “I love you so much but you need to just.. Fuck, go sit on the couch for a minute.” You snapped. You knew you’d feel awful about it later but right now you were just frustrated. 

Spencer wasn’t negatively affected, instead a rush of blood rushing down to his cock. He was getting under your skin, just what he was intending on doing. All he needed now though was you to shut him up, to put him in his place. He’d been sexually frustrated all day and he wanted nothing more than to have your soaked cunt on his face, making a mess of his jaw while you used his tongue to get yourself off. The thought of your slick arousal on his tongue was enough to make him drool.

“But baby, don’t you wanna hear about my theories? I mean the show is so interesting and you know I’m passionate about this character.” He was rambling now, only blushing as you shot him a warning look, one that he was used to from the amount of times he attempted to test you. He knew the punishment would be severe but he didn’t care, he needed to taste your essence sooner rather than later. “Come on..” 

Whenever Spencer wasn’t getting the hint though, you were frowning. Now if your head wasn’t pounding, you would’ve realized what he was doing. Right now though, he looked like a brat who couldn’t seem to follow your damn directions. “Go lay down. Now.” You murmured, the male perking up at getting just what he wanted before scrambling off to the bedroom. You were joining him a few minutes later, already pulling your pants down your legs along with your panties. “Don’t get any ideas, brats don’t deserve to be touched or cum. You are servicing me tonight. That’s it.” The harshness of your voice had a whimper rip from his throat, his head nodding slowly. 

Contrary to most men, Spencer could spend hours lapping at your cunt. He enjoyed making you feel good, your fingers tangling in his hair while shoving his face deeper into your warmth. He could cum just from that alone. “I’m gonna sit on your face tonight. Got it, pretty boy?” Just from the look on his face, you could tell that he was eager to flick his tongue into your sweetness, having you rock your hips against his face solely to pleasure yourself. “Yes!” He was desperate, head lifting as his eyes were fixated on your bare lower half.

After getting your shirt off and throwing it on the ground along with the small pile of your other clothes. “You know, Spencer.. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you wanted this.” You spoke in a low tone while facing him with a frown, body climbing onto the bed as you were crawling to get situated. With your knees on either side of Spencer’s face, you were glancing down at your boyfriend who had his usual doe eyes that were clouded over with arousal. “You need to listen better, you know. You shouldn’t upset me on purpose.”

Spencer didn’t have time to respond whenever he was face to face with your wet pussy, his hands coming up to hold your hips before gently tugging your lower half onto his mouth. 

His tongue was darting out to flick over your throbbing clit, your fingers tangling into his messy curls while you let your head fall forward with a soft breath. “Fuck, put that mouth to good use.” You spoke, the sinful sounds of suckling filling the room whenever he got the chance to take your bud into his mouth. When he’d pulled off with a pop sound filling the room, he didn't waste time to drag his tongue through your slit, giving himself a taste of what he was so desperate for. “Pretty boy, don’t keep me waiting.” You spoke, which he didn’t need a warning before his tongue was breaching your leaking sex. 

Pistoning his tongue into your sweet cunt, he relished in the feeling of your velvety walls constricting his tongue from the surprise of him getting right to work. He drank every ounce of arousal you gave him, eyes fluttering shut as his moans were muffling against your pussy. His hands were assisting you as you were rocking against the warm muscle working its magic, leaving you desperate for so much more. “Mmm, is this what you wanted? Me to ride that pretty face of yours? You could’ve asked, baby. You didn’t have to get under my skin and get yourself in trouble.” You tsked while glancing down at the fucked out face of your boyfriend underneath you. 

His vigor was making that familiar warmth in your stomach grow, knowing that you were close. Spencer had known your body by now, so as he knew you were close, he was focusing on your clit once more, sucking harshly as he had you letting out curses and sharp gasps as you were desperately rocking your hips against your partner’s face. “I’m gonna cum.” You whispered while both hands were roughly gripping his messy hair.

With a soft cry, it wasn’t long until your creamy arousal was flowing into his mouth, Spencer was eagerly licking up the sweetness as he was letting his head tilt back against the pillow with a deep groan. “Good job, pretty boy.” Your cooing caused a sheepish smile to spread across his face as he blushed.

“Go take a shower.” You hum, crawling off of his face while Spencer was pushing himself to sit up. His eyes were glossed over, his mouth and chin soaked, and his hair was all over the place from her fingers gripping and pulling it. “You look so pretty.” You cooed while making his blush deepen, drunk off of your pussy as he was slowly pushing himself to stand. “Can I please touch myself?” His voice was whiny, filled with need as he stared at you. 

“Nope. I told you, pretty boy, this is a punishment.”

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:

*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*

Too much wine?

Mihawk?

Mihawk drunk??

Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?

GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s

BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COME—

So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.

Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.

I shall call it.......

HAMMERED

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader

NSFW Headcanons

Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.

♫♬♫ Too Much Wine - The Fratellis ♫♬♫

I'll take the mead from the table

Talk straight while I'm able

Until I'm nothin' less than a crime

Zoro

"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."

Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.

Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and stamina—it's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."

Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.

All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.

That means you're getting one of two Zoros—goofy Zoro or sad Zoro.

Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.

He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.

If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.

Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.

"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."

Sanji

"There we are—a beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."

Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.

Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress you—and he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.

The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors later—and he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.

He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.

Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?

"You're just...just so—so beautiful—honestly, it should be illegal."

Shanks

"Hold—hold my rum—no, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railing—"

Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurt—"

Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.

If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.

He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.

Total life of the party energy—telling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.

Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.

He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watching—he already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.

He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.

To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.

"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."

Mihawk

"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."

Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.

But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.

He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relax—he's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.

Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.

But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.

Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about it—which honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.

You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouth—as well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.

That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.

Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.

You did have the audacity to challenge him, after all—he has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.

"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."

Buggy

"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch this—"

And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!

Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limb—probably him.

No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.

If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.

Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.

That being said, he doesn't care who's awake—things are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.

Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.

"Hey, uhh...I los—I lost my foot again. .....Sor—*hiccup* sorry."

[jayke0]

Poke The Bear

Pairing: Marc Spector x g/n reader

Summary: kinktober day 7, spanking

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: Spanking, punishment, degrading, mention of a blowjob at the end, nickname 'puppy' is dropped once, rough, grinding, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 758

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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Oh God.

What had you signed yourself up for?

But then again, what did you expect?

You wanted to tease the alter that loses his temper the quickest, 'poke the bear' as they say, but you never thought it'd lead to you staring at Marc as he points at his lap with a stern look on his face, completely unflinching.

"C'mere." He simply says, voice somehow coming across as both soft and intimidating, almost like he's mocking you.

You give him a pathetic look, but still his expression doesn't change except from a slight eyebrow raise, which you take as a warning before scrambling towards him.

"Look baby, I'm sorry. I was only messing around, can't we just forget about it?" There's pleading in your tone, but Marc still doesn't budge, so you sigh in defeat and carefully lay yourself across his lap.

You can feel his eyes staring at your ass, how good it looks in those cute shorts he'd bought you… and they look even better without underwear. "Silly whore, tryna tease me with this cute ass." His wide hand rubs your warm flesh under the shorts, fingers spreading far enough to tease your tight hole briefly. You gasp softly and push your ass into his hand, only to have your hips shoved back down. "Ah, don't be needy." He growls.

The other's hand slowly slides over the fabric and to the hem just to yank them down to your ankles in almost one swift move, his hand coming back up to pinch and tease the soft skin. "Look at that, so gorgeous." He grunts while running his fingers over marks he'd previously made; with both his teeth and hands.

"Count for me, just like before, ok? You think you can handle that?" Again, his mocking sends shivers straight from your brain to the heat between your legs, and you find it hard not to grind against his knee. You nod, but that is short-lived as he's already pulling his hand back and making contact with your flesh.

"Fuck! One…" A whimper leaves your lips; he hasn't even told you how many he's doing, he's simply leaving you to stew in your own actions.

"Good." Marc praises briefly, only to grant you another two slaps, one on each cheek before groping the skin afterwards. "Don't move those hips, I know you want to, but don't you fucking dare." He growls in your ear.

You count another two and nod, resorting to chewing your lip as his hand comes into contact with the muscle once more, each spank making the ache in your groin grow stronger and stronger.

"F—four." you already seem to be choking on your words and you curse yourself for that, not wanting to submit just yet.

"Oh baby, you struggling already?" The man teases before giving you three particularly harsh slaps in tandem, causing a strangled moan to be dragged from the depths of your stomach. You feel him lean down towards you and his breath tickles your ear. "Good. How many?"

Stupidly, you take a moment to answer, which makes Marc give you another to add to the tally, with you finally being able to moan out,

"Eight! Eight..." you whail pathetically, resulting in a chuckle from the elder.

"Good baby, you're doing good, think you can take twelve more?"

"Twelve?!" You squirm in place. "No, Marc, please." A whine leaves your lips, "I—I'll do anything, just please not twelve." You beg, simply because you know he loves that.

The cogs tick in Marc's brain for a second, and eventually you feel his hand slide up your back and into your hair, gripping the base to tug your head back. "You take two more, and then you're gonna suck my cock, got it?"

Yet another moan is punched from your chest. "Yes baby, I'll do tha—"

You squeal and squirm when he spanks you a final two times without even letting you finish your sentence, your hips accidentally grinding against his knee in desperation.

Luckily, it seems he's just as desperate as you, because it's only a matter of seconds before he's rearranged you onto your knees between his legs, not caring about the brief moment of pleasure you got from his knee. You look up at him with big doe eyes and run your hands over his thick thighs, feeling his cock bulging in his jeans.

"And I want you to take it all, you think you can do that?"

Another nod from you makes Marc grin.

"Good puppy."

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho

[transk0vsky]

Help I’ve got a disease it’s called 03 Caleon brainrot….ive heard its brain worms…..

Leon had walked into the living he saw Casey sitting on the couch Leon looked over at Casey before he smiled softly and laid his head down on Casey’s lap “hi honey” leon cooed as he looked up at Casey. Casey smiled as well, he then took a sip of his coffee. “Morning hon sleep fine?.” Casey asked gently as he went to stroke Leon’s hair with his free hand

Leon nodded with the same smile but his eyes became puppy dog eyes as soon as he had seen the mug in Casey’s hand “yeah yeah I slept fine….can I have some of your coffee?” He asked in an innocent pleading tone. “Hm.” Casey paused for a moment. After several seconds he sighed, but then held the mug out to Leon. “Fine…only because I love ya. But just a sip! This coffee is mine.” Casey said pointing a stern finger though he wasn’t too overly serious on the matter. Leon sat up he looked at the mug and snatched it like a cat would bat at a cup on the counter, Leon took the mug and took a big gulp of it.

Casey watched as Leon took a big drink. He then frowned. “Oh…come on!” He tried to take the mug back but failed. Leon hand the mug back to Casey his expression looked like a smug cats…..Leon really was basically the embodiment of a cat in human form sometimes “I love youuuu”

Casey had a playful but fake annoyed look on his face. As he took the mug back as he smirked at Leon. “I love ya too…but stop drinking all my stuff. I don’t wanna have to stop at a damn grocery store.” Casey tried to act stern but dammit he was weak for that face. Leon shrugged as he laid his head down on Casey’s shoulder “you know you love it when I vulture off ya” Leon replied

Casey sighed, but it was a sound of endearment and not actual annoyance. He let out a small chuckle. “Yeah…yeah I guess so.” He patted Leon’s head he then gave Leon a kiss on the top of his head. “Besides you still owe me after you had to ditch date night to help out the turtles” Leon replied in a false annoyed tone

“Oh, c’mon!” Casey grinned. “You’re the one who wanted to go see a movie, and ya know I could never skip out on a crisis with the boys.” Leon rolled his eyes playfully “oh as if!….just let’s do something nice tonight with no turtle interference!”

Casey laughed it would be nice to have a night without the turtles and it didn’t take an idiot to see Leon was getting frustrated with their dates getting interrupted “Okay,, I promise. No turtle stuff! We’ve got the whole evening to ourselves.” He gave Leon a small kiss and smirked. Leon gave Casey a big smile as he reached his arms out and gave Casey a huge squeeze “And we’re listening to my music in the car tonight!” Leon quickly commented.

“Woah, woah. What do ya mean yers music?” Casey laughed. “We’ll listen to both mine and yers.” “Nope we’re gonna listen to fallen for the eighteenth time and then maybe some of your music” Leon responded as he leaned into Casey more. “Ugh.” Casey laughed. “It’s always, always Fallen with ya . I swear there isn’t another album ya even know.” “Ah yes mister plays toxicity on repeat” Leon replied playfully as he booped Casey’s nose.

Casey laughed and booped Leon’s nose in return. “Well yeah, it’s just one of those…perfect albums. I bet every song on it is perfect for ya too So just admit that I have good taste.” Casey replied back with a cocky grin. Leon booped Casey’s nose again in retaliation “I’m not saying it isn’t ya know I love my system and my nu metal just saying your a big hypocrite!”

Casey pretended to pout. “Maybe it’s a little hypocritical…Okay, it’s definitely hypocritical. But I still have good taste” “Whatever we’ll just listen to a mix since I love hearing that charming voice of yours sing along” Leon cooed as he went to lay his head on Casey’s chest still embracing him tightly.

As Leon laid his head on Casey’s chest, Casey hugged him back tightly. He started to rub Leon’s back and nuzzled him gently. “Oh you like hearing me sing? That so? Guess I’ll just have to serenade ya on our way to see the movie then.”

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘

"The medical professionals have managed to analyse the situation of the zombie outbreak in South Korea. It turns out that the scientists at Seoul National Lab were trying to develop a fungus that would cure cancer by targeting cancer cells by consuming them but instead, the fungus attaches itself to the nervous system and the brain causing the infected to go feral and attack any human nearby to spread further. They only spread if you get bitten by an infected," the man on the news explains as Lia cuddles closer to Jungkook. 

"The fungal infection travels through your veins into your nervous system. The further you get bitten from the brain, the slower the fungus takes to act up. If you get bitten around your neck or shoulder, you'll likely turn in about fifteen or thirty minutes. If you get bitten towards your arm or wrist, the average observation is about two to three hours. An infection travelling up from the leg is said to take about four to six hours on average. The infected hosts are said to be sensitive to noise. If you ever happen to come across one of the infected, please try to make minimum noise and plan your escape from the place. Currently, the doctors have not found any treatment or cure since this is a newly found fungus. Please stay safe," the man on the news sighs, "The ship at the dock to Japan deports at 9 PM. Please try to make it to the docks before it leaves. Since the situation is severe, the government has no choice but to leave some citizens behind."

"Are we there?" Lia asks in fear. What if the ship leaves them? They'd be stuck in this hell with no way out.

"Yeah, almost," the driver replies, "A few more turns and we'll be there."

"The other men?" Jungkook asks, "Are they safe?"

"We have four cars full of men following us and three are already at the dock," Hoseok states. 

"We haven't lost any men, right?" Jungkook shifts in his seat when Lia tries to lay her head on his lap.

"We lost a few at the company," Hoseoks sighs, "And almost all our employees I'm assuming. God help those who survived."

Lia whimpers unable to get comfortable.

"Baby- What's wrong?" Jungkook asks patting her back softly. She was always a baby when she was around Jungkook and he loved it. 

"I just- I don't know," she frowns, "I'm so scared."

Jungkook chuckles softly, "Don't worry, Lia. When The Jeon Jungkook is with you, you'll be safe."

"Will Korea be okay?" Lia furrows her brows thinking about her favourite cafe, "Will I be able to visit my favourite places again?"

"I'm not sure, darling," Jungkook coos, "But I promise we'll be okay. I'll make sure you're always with me, okay? I'll never let go."

"I'm gonna hit you if you let me go," Lia scowls holding onto Jungkook's shirt, "Are you gonna do the same thing in Japan too? Lock me at home and go away-"

"I'll follow you around like your puppy, baby," Jungkook cuts her off, "I'll go where you are. I'll be where you want me to be. Whatever you want."

"You're my puppy?" Lia chuckles softly taking it lightly as a joke.

But he wasn't. He was serious, "Hmm, yes. Han Lia," he smirks, "I'm your puppy. You can use me."

Lia bites back a peal of laughter seeing Jungkook so lovesick. But what can she say? She's loving it. She loves all of his attention. She reaches up ruffling his hair. He grins and places a kiss on her shoulder. 

"We're here, sir," the driver says as the car comes to a halt. Jungkook looks around to see soldiers marching around getting people out of their cars and almost stripping people to check for bites. Jungkook holds Lia tighter seeing that they didn't hesitate to strip women either to check. They weren't to blame but there was no way Jungkook would let them check Lia like that. 

"Are you thinking the same as me, Jungkook?" Hoseok asks.

"Would they take bribes?" Jungkook sighs not wanting anyone to strip Lia down and check her. 

"Let's see," Hoseok kisses his teeth as a soldier marches up to their car.

"Please step out of your vehicle," the soldier says knocking at the door. Just then a gunshot goes off and Lia flinches retreating from the door. Jungkook holds her down as he sees an officer shooting a car full of zombies. He sighs and opens the door but feels Lia's hand holding onto his wrist. 

"It's okay, baby," Jungkook soothes her back, "They were just killing a zombie. Let's go. We need to get on that ship."

Lia nods and lets go of Jungkook's hand. He opens the door slowly pulling Lia out followed by Hoseok and the driver. 

"Please get in that line," he nudges them with his gun, "Take any necessities from the car. We won't provide anything but food and water."

Hoseok nods as he grabs the toolkit from the trunk of the car, "For safety."

Jungkook gets in line with Lia and the driver as they strip down people to check for bite marks. Another shot was heard and Lia cowers. 

"Why are they shooting?" Lia whimpers. 

"They saw a bite mark on that person," the driver shakes his head, "They killed the girl."

"Are we sure that none of us has bite marks?" Lia asks and Jungkook shakes his head firmly, "I'm sure."

"Come on," the guard pushes Lia forward rudely and Jungkook almost loses it. 

"It's okay," Lia holds him back. Jungkook huffs in annoyance and looks at the guard who was checking.

"Let us go," Jungkook whispers to him. 

"I can't do that," the guard shakes his head. 

"I can pay you," Jungkook says.

"I get paid enough," the guard rolls his eyes, "Stop wasting my time and strip."

"I know you have nothing in Japan and nowhere to go to," Jungkook smirks, "If you let us go you'll have a luxurious apartment and a car waiting for you to move in."

The guard looks at Jungkook with hope in his eyes, "Really?"

"Give me your number," Jungkook pulls out his phone and gives it to him. The guard quickly takes it and enters his number saving it. 

"I'll see you soon," the guard grins letting them pass through.

"Why did you do that?" Lia asks clinging to Jungkook.

"I don't want you stripping down in front of so many people," he sighs, "That pretty body is mine and only mine to see."

"What about the other women-" She starts but Jungkook cuts her off.

"I don't fvcking care," Jungkook spits harshly, "Right now all I care about is to get us out of this hell."

"But it's unfair," Lia protests.

"So do you want other men here to rake at you like you're theirs?" Jungkook furrows his brows in anger.

"Stop being like that," Lia slaps his hand away walking ahead into the ship. 

Jungkook sighs following her, "I'm sorry, Lia. After all that I did to you..."

"...I want you all to myself to love."

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[germvity]

leon kennedy x reader // drunk puppy

chris drags leon through to your apartment after a night of drinking, and being the mess he is, leon wants your attention.

reader gender: female

genre: fluff with smut

tags: heavy drinking, reader helping leon get sober, clingy behaviour, chris is done with leons shit 😭

warnings: drinking/alcohol, the nickname puppy used for leon, smut, leon being horni and going to horni jail, swearing, thigh riding (giving), femdom, leon giving me hard switch energy 😭✋, calling someone mommy/mommy kink

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three loud bangs interrupt your alone time and you jump, almost dropping your phone on the hardwood floor. "y/n!" a loud, familiar voice calls, and it sounds pissed. you swing the door open to see chris holding leon by the scruff of his jacket, and your boyfriend's cheeks are flushed red as he beams at you. "take him. i'm done with his constant whining about wanting to see you." chris deadpans, shoving your pretty blonde boy into your arms. "y/n..!" leon slurs, nuzzling up into your neck. "oh, chris!" you call before he walks off. "what?" the man stops suddenly and looks at you over his shoulder. "thanks for taking care of him." you smile at your friend, and he sighs grumpily. "sure, just get him sober and take care of him." chris replies, a soft smile on his face.

the apartment door closes behind you as you guide leon to the couch, but the blonde isn't making it easy. "y/n, i missed you sooooo much." he mumbles into your skin, arms tight around your waist as he takes in your scent. "you've only been gone for a few hours, lovely." you remind him, and he pouts at you as you push him on the couch. "don't call me thaaat!" leon cries, and you roll your eyes. "oh? what do you want me to call you then?" you fold your arms as you watch his curious face. it's as if you could see his brain ticking as he thinks. "the other one." he finally replies, big blue eyes looking back up at you. "baby?" you try, and he sticks his bottom lip out at you. "noooo.. the other other one!" your boyfriend whines, his drunken state slumping back on the couch. "how about... darling?"

"no... the nice one." leon huffs, his boot scraping at the hardwood like an upset child being made to sit in timeout. you hum in thought, sauntering to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. "where are you going?" he calls after you, about to get up until you respond. "getting you a drink to sober you up, puppy." you call back. "that's it!" your boyfriend yells and you almost drop the glass. "baby, what's-?" you get cut off by your boyfriend's voice. "that's the one! you said it!" he beams up at you. "puppy?" you test, and leon nods happily. "you like being called puppy?" you tease, pressing the glass into his hands. "yeah." the blonde sips the drink and cringes at the bland taste. "ahh.." he whimpers quietly, holding the glass away like a fussy child. "you need to keep drinking it to feel better, puppy." you say softly, sitting beside him on the couch. leon lets out a big huff, but drinks the water anyway. you smile when he finishes it, placing the empty glass on the floor and kicking his boots off.

"hmmm, y/n?" leon mumbles, and you hum as you look over at him. "can we cuddle, pleeeease??" he draws out, giving you his best puppy eyes. "c'mere then." you smile, offering him your arm so he could lay on your chest. leon clambers over you and flops down on top of you, gripping your shirt with his fingers. "mmmm.. thank you." he whispers, and you wrap your arms tightly around him. "no problem, puppy." you smile, kissing his head softly. "fuck... i love it when you call me that." leon admits again, voice barely above a whisper as he nuzzles into your chest. you comb your fingers through his soft hair, scratching at his scalp affectionately as you chuckle softly. "yeah? you like being my puppy?" you smile at his reaction, the way he seizes up and shudders at your words. "yeah." leon replies, hiding his blush in your chest. "speak up, puppy." you tease, moving your hand from his scalp to his face so he could look at you. "hnn." his eyes flicker away but the light tap of your finger on his cheek brings him back to you. "c'mon, tell me what you like." you continue. "i... like when you call me that." leon's cheeks are so red you can't help but giggle. "call you what? i call you many things." your thumb rubs his bottom lip gently. "i.. i like being your... i.." he stammers, eyes looking anywhere but you. "haha. alright, puppy. relax, i'm only teasing." you smile, giving him a gentle kiss.

"fuck, y/n you don't know what that does to me..." leon whimpers, hazy, drunk eyes fluttering closed. "my puppy.." you smile, gently rubbing his cheek as his eyebrows furrow. "stop..." the blonde's voice cracks slightly and you grin. "what's wrong, puppy?" you whisper to him. "y/n..." his breath is shuddery as he tightens his grip on your shirt. "puuuppyyy." you drawl out, your other hand cups his other cheek as you now hold his face with both hands. leon whimpers, hips catching on your thigh as he lets out a soft sigh. "damn, i knew this would get a rise out of you but wow. you really do like this, don't you? puppy?" you tease, and his blue eyes find yours. "fuck..." he whimpers, moving to nuzzle into your neck. "aww, puppy. you getting all worked up?" you continue, running your hand down his spine affectionately. "y/n..." he whispers, giving your thigh another hump, yet this time more shyly. "go on, puppy. you can do it." you straighten your leg for him, letting him find a steady pace against your leg. leon lets out a soft moan that vibrates against your neck, and you give his jaw a soft kiss to encourage him to keep going.

leon gasps against your neck, whimpering into your skin as his clothed dick grinds against your thigh. "aww, puppy. is that good?" you kiss his pulse softly, and leon's breath audibly hitches in his throat. "oh, my pretty puppy looks so puppy like this." you whisper into his ear, enjoying how he reacted. "c-can i please cum??" leon moans, pulling on your shirt so he could nuzzle closer. "so soon?" you tease, pretending to think. "please mommy, i've been good." he begs, hips speeding up a little. "fine, but only because you've asked so politely." you laugh, giving his ear a soft kiss as he keens with a mantra of thank you's. "come on, puppy, cum on mommy's leg." you grin, loving leon's moans and whimpers as his hips stutter then stop with a loud whine.

gently rubbing his back, you spoil leon with praise, and he absorbed all your words happily. "c'mon puppy, let's get you clean and get you to bed." you smile, sitting up with the blonde in your lap. "but-" he tries to start, but you cut him off with a playful "ah ah ah." which affectively hushes him. "come on, shower time." you smile, helping your boyfriend stand. before he went into police training you could of carried his scrawny ass to the shower, but now he's been working out and eating more healthy you couldn't scoop him up as easily which this leon, the needy sub kind, hated.

leon pouts, trying to get you to hold him but your much weaker arms couldn't manage. "puppy, c'mon. use your legs for mommy." you roll your eyes as he huffs stubbornly, nuzzling into your neck. "don't wanna." he pouts into your skin. "leon." you warn, and he whines softly at the tone. "i don't wanna..!" he cries and you roll your eyes. "fine, but if i drop you it's your own fault." you give in, knowing he's too stubborn to do anything in this still drunk and needy mindset.

your boyfriend gives a drunken giggle, wrapping his arms around your neck as you pull his legs around your waist. "you're not my little baby anymore, you're actually quite heavy." you remind him, but leon ignores you, happily kissing your neck up as you slowly carry him to the bathroom. "fuck puppy, c'mon let go." you wheeze as you manage to haul his ass onto the counter. leon pouts as he lets go of your neck, watching you leave to get some towels and clean clothes before turning the shower on for him. "c'mon, leon. this should sober you up." you smile, gesturing for him to come to you.

leon jumps off the counter and stumbles into you arms. "hi." your boyfriend giggles, kissing you softly. "do i have to undress you too?" you ask, joking, but he nods. "damn it.. you're lucky i love you, puppy." you sigh, tugging his jacket off and grabbing the hem of his shirt as he raises his arms for you to strip him off his shirt. "thank youuu..~" leon purrs, giving you a soft kiss as you help him out his pants and cum stained boxers. you go to leave to give your lover privacy, but he snatches your wrist with his damn puppy eyes. "stay? i don't wanna be alone." leon's bottom lip sticks out at you and you sigh. "fine, i'll stay with you but i'm not getting in." you reply, stepping back into the bathroom.

you sit on the counter as you wait for leon to sober up. eventually, leon sighs, turns the shower off and gets out. you toss him the towel you got for him and he mumbles a small thank you. "you feel better?" you ask as he dries himself off. "yeah. thanks for putting up with me." leon avoids your eyes, cheeks flushing red and this time not from alcohol. you laugh at his embarrassed look, getting down from the counter to give him a soft kiss. "i love you." you smile, helping him pull his shirt on. "i love you too." leon smiles, kissing you again. you give him one last kiss before heading through to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

settling was easy, and you wait for your boyfriend to get into bed with you. eventually, his side of the bed dips and he cuddles up to you. "i love you." leon mumbles into your ear, kissing behind your ear affectionately. "i love you too, puppy." you grin, rolling over to coddle him and flutter soft kisses onto his face. "stop..." leon blushes, going to turn away from you. "what? i thought you liked being called puppy." you continue to tease, kissing him lovingly. leon sighs, "i'm not gonna live this down, am i?" your boyfriend mumbles as he leans his forehead against yours. "nope. i love you." you giggle as the two of you settle. "i love you more."

[gnocchighoul]

the demons brothers + a touch starved mc

Lucifer

If you’re going to Lucifer because you’re touch starved, then you’re definitely going to be close to him already -- he doesn’t let just anyone touch him.

.......He’s also touch starved but won’t admit it, so one of you is gonna just have to bite the bullet and make a move.

(It’s gonna have to be you)

You’re going to have to go about this carefully--make a really good plan and then execute it flawlessly.

Literally just throw yourself at him. 

He’ll catch you. 

Probably.

Nothing says ‘give me affection’ quite like yeeting yourself off the staircase at him, and he definitely understands what you want when you latch on tight to him like a weird little barnacle that he cant peel off no matter how hard he tries dfghjkkgf

He’s really warm and he smells Really nice and he hugs you so tight, like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, so he’s honestly one of the best snuggle buddies. 

He’s gonna act all fussy about your love-attack at first--just play with his hair and smother him with lots of kisses and he won’t be able to resist snuggling u. Or banging u, but that’s your choice

Y’know, because “demons can’t resist temptation” and all that jazz. 

(tbh he just likes likes you alot)

Mammon

...Why are you staring at him like you wanna eat him?

Seriously, knock it off, you’re freaking him out!

Wait, why are you coming closer…? Get Back you Fiend don’t you DARE wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest like that what the FU--

...Oh.

Huh. This is kinda nice.

(Just hug him. If you want his affection, just wrestle him into a bear hug and don’t. let. go.)

At first, Mammon doesn’t really understand affection that isn’t along the lines of a friendly/loving punch. He’s not used to kindness. It’s a fucking tragedy. 

He doesn’t know how to ask for love because I don’t think he even realizes thats an option, tbh. 

He’s kind of like an unsocialized puppy--will definitely put up a fight until he realizes that, hey, being snuggled is nice.

Luckily for Mams, you are touch starved and determined to show his stupidass what affection is supposed to be like. 

He’s going to get so blushy. Sooo blushy. He totally pretends to not like it at first, but inside he’s over the fucking moon happy.

It takes him a while, but eventually, he realizes that he can ask you for snuggles too. At first he’s all “C’mere human, I bet you’re just itchin’ for me to hug ya, so let me make all your dreams come true!”

(It’s a defense mechanism.)

But over time, he eventually seeks you out and just flops on top of ya, and doesn’t feel the need to make a big show about it.

He feels safe with you, and that’s priceless.

Levi

Is incredibly confused about why you’re seeking out him for affection.

When you ask him if you can give him a hug, he expects you to just like... Wrap one arm around his shoulders for .2 seconds. 

Which doesn’t sound too bad, so he says “Um, sure, I guess? I dunno why you’d want to though” 

So when you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him like a koala bear, his brain straight up blue-screens. 

Seriously, he forgets how to breathe. Don’t squeeze him too hard or he might never restart.

You smooch him on his cheek and his soul promptly leaves his body and is ejected into the atmosphere at mach 5.

This is literally better than Heaven. And he would know, he used to live there.

He totally freezes up and makes a wheezy sound that’s somewhere along the scale of “Dying Animal” and “Exploding Sink”

Needless to say, you create a snuggle monster.

I promise you that you’re never going to be touch starved again, because once you’ve given Levi a taste, he can’t get enough. 

He constantly needs to be touching you. Holding your hand or the fabric of your shirt, leaning against you, sitting with you in his lap while he plays video games--it literally doesn’t matter, he just needs that contact with you or he might literally die. 

He’s very enthusiastic about it dfghkfd

Satan

Look… Satan is very smart. 

But he’s also incredibly dense at times. 

You have to be blunt with him, or else he’s just not going to know what you want.

(Feelings that aren’t all consuming anger and hatred are still a bit new to him--he’s learning as he goes)

Just walk up to him and tell him that you need him to snuggle you right now, dammit. Lay your soul bare to him. 

He really does love that you trust him. It makes him feel all weird and fuzzy inside.

And how can he possibly say no when you set his heart alight?

That said, he is a bit of an over-thinker. 

Worries about crossing boundaries or making you uncomfortable and a million other things--give him lots of reassurance pls

He isn’t opposed at all to cuddle sessions, especially if he’s able to read at the same time. 

It definitely becomes a normal thing to cocoon yourselves up in a really fluffy blanket to read together.

Satan is honestly one of the best to snuggle with because he’s very chill about it. You want this and he wants this, so he doesn’t see a point in playing games.

So yeah, he’s chill! But he’ll also threaten the life of anybody who interrupts you guys 

Asmo

Please, he knows that you’re touch starved before you even do.

Until you’re upfront about it, he’s going to tease you by like, patting your head, playing footsie with you, giving you only the briefest of hugs--just slowly giving you a taste of his affection until you finally cave and demand that he snuggles you properly. 

(Is that a euphemism? It could be lol)

As soon as you ask he’s gonna push you down onto the nearest couch/bed/whatever and just flop on top of you. 

Honestly, Asmo wants You to be the one holding Him. He wants to use your chest as a pillow, and doesn’t he just look so cute all snuggled up to you like this? He totally does, you should take a pic of him!

Cuddle sessions are absolutely going to become a regular thing, and he makes them into a big event each time. My mans Asmo is gonna bust out the candles and the softest blankets and the fluffiest pillows.

If the opportunity strikes, he’s definitely gonna try to bang you.

If not, expect to do face-masks together. Maybe manicures. But definitely the face-masks, at least.

He’s gonna spin this into a fuckfest or a self care session--it really just depends on what you prefer sdghjk

Once you’re in his arms, he will tickle you. rip

Beel

He is the BEST hugger in the whole entire world.

When you approach him and ask for cuddles he will pull you into a hug without hesitation.

I do not care how tall you are, Beel is taller. He will engulf you in a hug and rest his chin on your head and sway you back and forth 

You want a piggyback ride? Hop on. 

Just wanna watch tv and snuggle? Great idea! :D but maybe don’t watch cooking shows or he’s gonna drool on you dfghj

(lowkey I think he would really enjoy watching human movies with you. He found Mamma Mia to be absolutely enchanting)

Want him to lay on top of you and crush you until all of your woes have been squeezed away? He will absolutely oblige you

Congratulations on your newly acquired teddy bear! Please don’t forget to feed him.

Literally just sit on his lap or wrap your arms around him whenever you want, he’s always down for a good snuggle. 

He’s by far the nicest about it too, he won’t tease you about it and he will never hold back from telling you exactly how much he loves holding you in his arms

Definitely loves to be the big spoon but has no problems with being the little spoon either. 

He’s just so fuckimg SWEET

Belphie

Oh, you're touch starved? Perfect. He's been in the market for a good snuggle buddy.

You silly human, why didn’t you come to him sooner?

Don’t listen to what Asmo says, snuggles are Belphie’s domain.

Once it’s established that you two are going to be snuggle buddies, he will literally just abduct you for snuggle time. 

He doesn’t care what you’re doing, he’s going to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and haul you off to his blanket nest whenever he wants.

He just wants you all to himself. 

Will share your snuggle time with Beel tho.

After abducting you, he's just gonna toss you onto his bed and fall on top of you. He's really warm and he really just wants to lay on you. Partially so that you cant escape once he falls asleep lmaoo

He's happy to just talk to you about whatever you want while you guys get your snuggle on, but be warned: he's eventually going to fall asleep. 

Probably mid sentence. 

He won’t wake up when you poke at his cheeks or shake him, either. So uh. I hope you’re in the mood for a nap too!

Get matching sloth onesies with him. He’ll tell you it’s stupid but he’s actually thrilled with them. (Make sure you also get Beel a bear one though)

((part two with the undateables + Luke))

[bangchanswolfpelt]

Hey there :) I have that thought stuck in my head for a while now and I wanted to ask if you're maybe interested in writing about it haha? I can't stop thinking about how Bang Chan from Skz would react if you would out some cuffs on him and dominate him. You know, many smuts are about him dominating others, and I actually think that this could be his thing, but what if you manage to tie him down and play a bit with him haha, you know?

listen, daddy dom!Chan is good and right and true and i love him, but subby!Chan is also very important and correct and needs to be talked about. 🧐

(btw, if you want some good subby!Chan, @skzcre has some good food you 🥰)

cw: subby!Chan (obvs), bondage, dumbification, ‘puppy’ as a pet name, teasing, recording, cum eating

regardless of whether he’s domming or subbing, i feel like Chan’s instinctively a service top; it doesn’t matter if he’s listening to your orders or doing what he knows is best for you, he’s always ready to take care of your needs

so i think the hardest part of cuffing/tying him down would be convincing him that it’s alright for him to lay back and let you do all the work; the thought of being helpless and at the mercy of your whims is secretly really exciting for him, though

even once you’ve convinced him that you would also really enjoy it, he’d still be a little awkward!

sweet boy would be so blushy and giggly, just coaxing him into actually getting the cuffs on would be a whole process in and of itself

you’d have to settle him against the headboard of your bed and snuggle up on his lap, making out and fooling around like you’re not about to tie him down and wreck him

once you’ve got him all worked up, shirt off and just a little breathless, it’s easy to take his wrists in your hands and guide them up to the headboard to cuff him

he’s already rosy-cheeked from fooling around, but as you fasten the cuffs and check how they’re fitting, you can see the flush spread down his neck and chest

(you gotta make sure you’ve got some nice, thickly padded cuffs for him—he’s so pale, he’s probably gonna end up a little red no matter what, but you wanna keep him comfortable)

i honestly think Chan would enjoy dumbification; being put in a space where he’s just your sweet dumb puppy who doesn’t know what to do would be kind of a relief for him

once you’ve got him helpless and restrained, breaking him out of his self-conscious caregiver role and scrambling his brain isn’t that hard

alternate between gently petting his hair and pulling it just a little, rake your nails gently down his sides, talk down to him sweetly

“what does my puppy need? hmmmm? do you even know?”

“poor sweet puppy, doesn’t even know how to take care of himself. don’t worry, that’s what i’m here for.”

it really doesn’t take much before he’s melting for you, panting and begging, even if he doesn’t know what for

which just means it’s time to tease him more, touch yourself in front of him and lick your own fingers clean, drag your nails up his thighs and cup his balls and just touch him everywhere but where he wants you the most

don’t worry about being too mean—he loves being edged, wants to feel like he’s been good for you, like he’s earned it when he finally cums

he’ll take whatever you have to give him, he’s so eager to please you

get out your phone and pull up the camera, he’ll get ten times as desperate and whiny—just mindless, stumbling pleas for you to touch him, to let him cum as he tugs at his restraints so hard that you’re glad you made sure you got comfortable cuffs for him

something about knowing that you’re recording just makes him absolutely feral, tears welling up in his eyes, hips jerking up sharply as his poor, twitching cock leaks precum onto his stomach

when you finally decides he’s earned it, he will literally cum on command for you—and fuck there is so much, it’s the longest orgasm he’s ever had in his life and by the end of it, he’s just a whimpering, wrung-out mess

scoop his cum up with your fingers and feed it to him—he’ll lick and suck at your fingers until he gets every drop, tongue moving lazily across your skin as he looks up at you with sweet, sleepy eyes, and he will thank you for it

aftercare for Chan is probably gonna be more emotional than physical—he’ll let you make sure he’s hydrated, but checking over his wrists is gonna take twice as long as it needs to because he keeps trying to wiggle his way into cuddles

more than being physically drained and needing to be cleaned and patched up, he just wants to feel valued and loved

wrap the both of you up in a blanket, check in with him about how he’s feeling and what went down, then just cuddle and talk until you both drift off asleep💞💕

[ashintheairlikesnow]

hmmm can vampires get sick? maybe sick vampire chris thinking Jake is gonna pull out or file down his fangs? or just thinking Jake’s gonna hurt him?

CW: Sick whumpee, vampire whumpee, blood drinking, vague implications of past sadistic/creepy whumper, dehumanization, vague tooth/mouth whump (nothing direct, but aftermath)

Sort of a sequel to this piece, part of the Vampire Chris AU

"What hurts?" He keeps his voice low, and carefully doesn't hesitate before he lays a hand over the vampire's forehead. Of course it feels lukewarm, room temperature, but he still goes through the motions of feeling for a fever. It's muscle-memory, instinct, and he keeps forgetting Chris is dead.

He has been dead for a long time, if his occasional comments on what sounds like Prohibition are true.

"Bones," Chris whimpers, twisting where he lays in Jake's bed. There's a bright flush in his cheeks from the blood he'd drained from the two men who broke into the house. Those odd eyes glitter, overbright. "My... m'bones hurt, Jake."

His mouth opens, pulling air in over his tongue and down his throat in soft pants, and Jake is reminded that vampires don't sweat. Not the same way, anyway, although with enough blood they can, in thin sheens of pink-tinged liquid that are even more alarming than their tears.

His fangs are visible this way, razor-sharp canines that come down further than the rest of his teeth, a brighter white than all the others from being pulled and regrowing so many times.

Jake swallows against his nervousness, brushing hair away from the vampire's forehead. His slit pupils are dilated, taking up too much of the iris, and he tells himself that Chris is as scared as he is of the instincts that drive him, barely understands them.

Vampires aren't animals - but when they don't understand themselves, they act like it sometimes.

"Do you think maybe those guys were on something? Like, a drug maybe?" He pets through Chris's hair, fingercombing his hair, and watches Chris's eyes flutter closed.

It's hard not to feel more than a little reassured not having to look at them any longer. Which makes him feel guilty, considering this not-a-kid kid just beat up people for hurting him.

Killed them, his brain whispers. Killed them like he could kill you.

"May, maybe," Chris mumbles, and pants again.

His gums seem oddly dark, where normally they're pale, and Jake frowns. He wishes now he knew more about vampire physiology, that he'd paid more attention in class when they took the safety courses on how to avoid them.

There's not exactly a class on caring for one - not unless you can afford to purchase them outright.

"Well, when you were-... uh, before you found us... did you ever feel like this?"

Chris's eyes blink slowly back open and he nods. "Sometimes. My, my, my, my-... someone would, um, take something before, before the party, and I'd..." He groans and shudders. Jake can see the pain move through his body as he trembles nearly violently. "I'd feel like, like, like this after... for hours..."

"Okay. So... probably you just have to let this get worked out of your system, right? Or... is there a medicine?"

"No... just... just drink more." Chris looks up at him, eyes so wide and sad and scared and hurting, and grabs onto his wrist with one hand. Those cool fingers are never not a little startling, colder than the air around them, than the rest of his body.

Vampires have poor circulation, Jake knows, even when they're filled up on a fresh meal. He's seen Chris heal his own wounds before with his tongue, had him explain that they don't heal on their own with time if they're on hands or feet.

"Chris-"

"You, you, you, you-... can, um, you can take my teeth after. You can. I'll hold still. I'll, I'll be good." Chris's plea is barely a whisper.

His nails, which must have been a little too long when he was killed and turned, dig painfully into Jake's wrist in his desperation.

"I'll be so, so, so so so so good, Jake. So good for you, and then, you can, you you you can take my teeth-... Sir always liked it, it makes me me me cry, we we cry blood, Sir liked to take photos of it-"

"Sssshhhh. Hush, Chris." Jake's mind races. There are others in the house, but-... he can't ask them to give up blood to Chris. They've already taken over cleaning the blood up from the hardwood floor. Nat's already dealt with talking to the cops and the EMTs and the coroner before the bodies were taken away. They already handled hiding Chris in a false-backed closet while Jake was interviewed by police officers who looked interested and excited,, not disturbed.

It's not every day you see a vampire attack, after all.

Mostly they're under control, kept on leashes and muzzled like dangerous dogs, the property of rich celebrities looking for novelty in a world where they already have everything. The few ferals are killed pretty fast.

Or so everyone says.

Jake is starting to wonder if there are more vampires out there than he knows about.

The cops had even insisted on checking the attic, as if Chris was a bat they might find hanging upside down. That had been ridiculous, but it's not like Jake could say he knew better without being asked how he knew so much about them in the first place.

Oh, because we keep one like a stray fucking puppy. That wouldn't go over well.

He feels a little woozy from the adrenaline crash, and still aches from the bruised ribs where he was kicked around. His mouth aches from the duct tape they'd put over it, and he'd got a hell of a rash starting around his wrists. He's so exhausted he might collapse.

But... Chris really did show up right on time, and maybe saved his life.

Chris pulls Jake's wrist to his face, nuzzles into the inside of it against the pale blue veins that show through the thin skin. Jake shudders at the feeling, swallowing back a low-level disgust.

He wonders how old the teenager really is - he wonders that all the time.

"You c-can have my teeth, after," Chris whispers, lips moving against Jake's skin. "You can keep them. Sir used to, to, to keep them in a box and show m-me. Just, please, please help me feel better, Jake, please... It won't hurt."

Jake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "If it'll help... fine. But I'm not taking your teeth. They're yours."

"Thank you," Chris breathes out. "That's, that's, that's okay. I can still fix it for you. Thank you, Jake." His fangs slip back into Jake's skin as easily as a heated knife through warm butter.

The venom hits his bloodstream before the pain hits his nerves, and Jake feels himself slump over, head falling onto Chris's shoulder as all his limbs go dead.

It almost feels good, as his ribs stop aching, and the bruises stop throbbing on his skin. He can see why rich people love it as a party drug. You could drift in this place of perfect no-pain for a long, long time.

He feels only the wet movement of Chris's tongue, the shift of his fangs, the soft pressure of the other teeth pushing down. Chris purrs softly, drinking his blood like a kitten lapping milk.

It goes on and on, and for one terrifying second Jake thinks he's not going to stop until he's dead.

"Ch-... Chris-"

Those fangs slip suddenly out of his skin, the wet cool tongue licks rough over his wounds - closing them instantly.

The venom slowly fades, the aches and pains settling back into his body. Jake groans, feeling weak and exhausted.

Chris has to push him up off his shoulder, with unnatural strength moving him to lay on his side on the bed. Jake can barely keep his eyes open.

Chris, leaning over him, could rip his throat out and he couldn't even raise a hand to try and defend himself right now. Jake sees the body of the first dead robber behind his eyelids, the expression of horror written in eternal rictus in his expression, the blood down his shirt and puddled beneath him on the floor. The other man, fighting until he stopped, slumping until Chris had drained him to death.

"I feel better," Chris whispers, kneading at Jake's shirt briefly. "I, I, I feel so much better. Go to, um, go to sleep, Jake. I'll fix it so you're safe."

Jake can't even begin to understand what that means before he's already slid into something more like unconsciousness than actual sleep. The world around him simply goes black, and the last thing he feels is Chris pulling a blanket up to his chin.

The last thing he hears is those soft padding footsteps leaving the room.

When he wakes, he finds two fangs, pristine white with bloodied roots, sitting in a washcloth next to where his head lays on the pillow. he finds a pair of small pliers on the bathroom sink, with droplets of red around them.

The sun is shining outside the window, a bird singing loud enough to drive a drillbit into his head, and Chris is curled up asleep in the dark at the back of a closet, mouth slightly open.

Jake stares down at the empty spots where his fangs should be, and wonders if he's grateful, or horrified.

-

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[fruitcoops]

Hi Eve! Just wondering if you could write a coops smut where one of them wears lingerie? You sort of explored the concept in the Valentines Day smut where Sirius wore thigh highs, but i was maybe thinking a fic where one of them wears a full set. Its all completely up to you!

How about both? Happy smutty Monday, folks! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for smut, subspace/ subdrop

It was Friday, and Remus was learning the glory of stockings on hockey thighs.

It was Thursday, and he began to wonder how to repay his lovely fiancé.

It was Sunday, two weeks after Valentine’s Day, and between flashes of thunder outside and damn near howls of pleasure into their traumatized pillows, Remus was still thinking about the socks.

It was Tuesday, a bye week, and the last piece of his plan clicked into place as Sirius hefted him further over the countertop by the muscle of his thigh with one hand keeping his chest flush to the cool marble.

It was Wednesday, and Remus smiled to himself as Sirius snuggled closer in the darkness of a quiet night in. He ran an absentminded hand through inky curls, relishing the soft puffs of Sirius’ breath on the hollow of his throat while their legs remained comfortably tangled. You have no idea what’s coming, he thought, letting his lips linger on Sirius’ forehead. No idea at all.

It was Sunday, and Remus had spent two minutes hyping himself up in the bathroom mirror. The rustling from their bedroom had stopped long before. “Alright, you can do this,” he murmured, leaning his hands on the edge of the sink. “You look hot. This isn’t weird. He’s gonna lose his fucking mind.”

“Mon loup?”

Anxiety leaped in Remus’ stomach. “One second!” he called back through the closed door. He stared at himself for a moment longer, then sighed. It was a stupid idea—there was no way Sirius would want to see him in something as silly as this. He looked ridiculous, and it wasn’t even worth it; any clothing would be off in a heartbeat anyway. Sirius always preferred skin-to-skin contact.

The lacy edge of the garter belt itched the peak of his hip as he blew out a slow breath. Did Remus still dream about Sirius’ thigh highs over a month later? Yes. Did that guarantee Sirius would have a similar reaction to seeing him in actual lingerie? Not necessarily.

Remus liked guarantees. They were safe. Soothing. Unquestionable.

“Are you alright?” Sirius’ voice floated through the door on a wave of concern.

Fuck it. The bathroom lights caught the silver buckles. It’s now or never. “You can’t laugh, okay?” he warned, closing a hand around the knob.

“I won’t. I have a surprise for you, too.”

That bit of curiosity gave him that last push of courage he needed to open the door and step out of the safety of the bathroom. His pulse skyrocketed, though whether it was from the sudden feeling of absolute exposure or the sight of Sirius waiting on their bed in some sort of sheer, lacy top, Remus couldn’t tell. Sirius stared at him, lips slightly parted. Remus cleared his throat and spread his hands. “Surprise?”

“Oh.”

“You look—you look great,” he managed lamely. There were a million better words to describe the lavender fabric cascading over the planes of Sirius’ chest, but his brain had been replaced by the blush prickling up his neck and face. Going for the basic black garter belt and underwear suddenly seemed subpar instead of classically sexy.

Sirius shifted on his knees and reached for him. “Viens ici.”

“It—” Remus faltered. His chest and legs were bare, save for the satiny clasps holding the garters in place on his thighs. Sirius was just staring, like he couldn’t believe his eyes. It had been a long time since he felt self-conscious around Sirius; every bit of missed embarrassment flooded back at once as he sat on the foot of the bed. “I liked your socks on Valentine’s Day, and I figured—I dunno. This is the surprise, by the way.”

“C’mere.” Sirius’ eyes finally flickered up to his face without a trace of judgement.

“I’m here.”

“Here,” Sirius repeated, tugging him over to straddle his lap with an arm around Remus’ waist. He kissed him, soft and slow but undeniably wanting, before he leaned back. “You look so handsome, mon coeur.”

“Yeah?”

“Ouais.” And, god, if Remus didn’t love the way his voice curled around that word, turning it into a million perfectly lazy syllables.

He rolled the hem of Sirius’ top between his fingers and hummed against his mouth. “This is new.”

“You like it?”

“Mhmm.” It was hard to tear his eyes away from the shadow of muscle beneath the delicate fabric.

Mischief flickered over Sirius’ face. “It’s called a ‘babydoll’. Thought you might get a kick out of that.”

“Babydoll for my baby,” Remus teased, kissing his nose with a playful tug to the lace edges. Sirius’ gaze slipped back down to his lap—no, his legs—and his fingers toyed with the seam of the accompanying underwear. Remus placed a light kiss to the shell of his ear, watching every twitch of his hands. “What do you want?”

“To look at you.” There was nothing but honesty when Sirius glanced back to him. The intensity of it sent a spark up Remus’ spine; he had grown so used to Sirius’ general aura of focus that he had nearly forgotten what it felt like wholly directed on him.

“And…?”

“And nothing. Just to look.” Nervousness flickered across his fine features as he settled back against the headboard and pulled Remus with him. “Just for a minute, and then we can do whatever you—”

Remus silenced him with a kiss, bracketing his waist with his palms. The babydoll was like water under his touch, but Sirius was as solid as ever. “This is for you,” he said when they separated. “You can look for as long as you like.”

Except Sirius didn’t only want to look—he wanted to touch. That fact was made clear within seconds, when the hands smoothing up and down Remus’ thighs in rhythmic motions began dipping beneath the straps of his garter belt and sliding up to his narrow hips, then hooked around the backs of his bent knees. Sirius pressed one palm flat over his abs and Remus shivered, trailing his lips down his neck. He wasn’t aroused in the lightning-fast please please I need you now kind of way, but more of an I’m about to float into space if you don’t keep touching me like a treasure buzz.

“Re, honey,” Sirius murmured. It was only then that Remus realized most of his breaths were coming in short pants instead of kisses. The nickname was one of his favorites, reserved for the times when he was well and truly gone; it was more tender than mon coeur, and worlds more intimate than his own name or even sweetheart. He nipped the edge of Sirius’ jaw and felt him gasp.

Remus licked his lips as he pulled away just enough to speak. “D’you want me to take it off?”

“Never.”

He smiled. “It has to come off if you want to fuck me.”

“Deux pièces.” The arm around his lower back tightened as one hand came to rest on his ass, which was still fully covered by lace-lined black fabric. Remus had opted for the ‘boyshort’ choice, as it looked to be the most likely to prevent slippage.

That, and it had fewer strappy bits. The buckles were hard enough to figure out—adding an accidental wedgie into the mix seemed like a poor idea.

“Yeah, but the important piece can only come off if I take the fun one off first,” Remus explained, snapping one of the ties. Sirius stared at it for a long moment before blinking slowly.

“Are you sure?”

“Giving me puppy eyes isn’t going to flip this inside out, babes,” Remus laughed. “Two seconds.”

“But you’ll keep the fun part on, right?” Sirius slid down to lay next to him while he wrestled with the garter belt, hissing curses each time the buckles pinched his fingers. It was, quite possibly, the least sexy thing he had ever done. That did not seem to deter his fiancé—if anything, watching Remus struggle with black satin strips in the dark while laying flat on his back appeared to be the highlight of Sirius’ day.

The fog in his head cleared a bit as he worked his underwear down his thighs, being careful not to mess with the garters too much. It had taken him five full minutes to get the damn things on in the first place, and he wasn’t exactly in the mood to waste another five that could be spent in much more pleasurable ways. “The ‘fun part’—” Remus couldn’t spare a hand to do air quotes, but he hoped Sirius got the gist. “—is a lot more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Nope.”

He paused. “You’re not the one losing a fight to a few scraps of fabric.”

Sirius met his eyes, looking every inch the fallen angel with his hair splayed over the pillow and his lavender whatever-the-hell-glory pooling at his mid-chest. “Do you want me to take it off for you?”

“I thought you wanted the fun part to stay on.”

“Here.” Remus barely managed to kick the underwear off his ankles before Sirius shuffled over to lay between his thighs and attach his mouth just beneath the left garter.

“Oh, fuck me,” Remus huffed, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

“Gimme a minute,” Sirius said into his skin while he licked a stripe up to the first buckle and carefully pulled it down to hook into its proper place. Remus arched his back, only to be pushed down a moment later as Sirius electrified patches of skin he didn’t even know he had. Teeth slipped along the curve of his muscle and nibbled just above the back of his knee; Remus clenched his hands in the sheets with a shuddering inhale and tried his best to keep his wits about him.

By the time Sirius moved on to his other thigh, he was a goner. He could practically feel his pulse through his dick and the fog had returned with a vengeance, blurring the world at the edges while he let go of the tension in his back. How could he possibly be stressed when Sirius was saying such pretty things? The warmth of lips on his thighs disappeared and he stretched his arms above his head, relishing in his own contentment and Sirius’ light laugh. “You’re lovely,” he mumbled. Really, it was the only appropriate word for the occasion.

There was a rustling sound next to him, but Remus didn’t bother paying attention to what it was—Sirius’ weight all around him was more than enough to occupy—

“Oh.” His eyes flashed open as a lube-slick finger pushed into him to the first knuckle. “Oh.”

“Were you listening?” Sirius sounded faintly amused. Remus smiled lazily; he must have missed a joke (or a warning) somewhere in the tumble of words from that lovely pout. He rocked his hips onto Sirius’ finger, stretching one leg out as the other remained bent and tilted away. It was only kept in place by Sirius’ free hand, but even the idea of being held sent a tingling feeling all the way to his toes.

“How many?” Remus asked, looping his arms under Sirius’ to pull him closer. He needed warmth, and the smooth familiarity of Sirius’s chest against his own. He needed the encompassing feeling of being covered, which had yet to fade, no matter how much more muscle he gained.

Sirius smiled into the side of his neck. “Two.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. Are you still with me?”

“Sure.” The world zoomed back into 3D focus when Sirius’ fingers brushed his sweet spot and Remus gripped his shoulder blades with a hitch of breath—his free leg jerked inward at the sudden shift. “There. There, now.”

“I have other plans, sweetheart.”

“Now,” Remus insisted. He would give Sirius anything he wanted if it meant he could feel that thrill again. Their bedroom was dim, but the lights popping at the corners of his vision as Sirius closed a hand around his shaft and continued sliding two fingers into him were so very bright. Remus moved his hands down from Sirius’ shoulders to his hips, then lower to give him a hint. “Now?”

“I was going to do three—”

“Now,” Remus said, brooking no room for argument. He pushed Sirius’ chest until he rolled onto his back—bless the man for his quick thinking skills, because Remus’ new muscle still wasn’t enough to manhandle him properly—and settled himself into his previous position on Sirius’ lap.

A dark eyebrow arched, though his dilated pupils gave away Sirius’ true feelings. “Like this?”

“You said you wanted to look, didn’t you?” Thinking back, Remus couldn’t imagine how he could ever have been worried about this. He took a few deep breaths as he sank down, biting hard on his lip against the dizzy want prodding the edges of his mind. This needed to last. Sirius’ mouth was cherry red and wet when he glanced down, fully seated and feeling rather confident about the whole thing. “Then look.”

The first rock of his hips brought a whimper from plush lips and Remus grinned; he took Sirius’ hands and planted them on his thighs before bracing his own against the broad planes of his chest. Silky fabric parted under his palms and his smile widened into giddiness as he slid his hands beneath it to rest on warm skin. Sirius pushed the side of his face into the pillow with a huff of breath.

“No,” Remus panted as he continued to move, pulling Sirius’ chin back up. His hands were shaking when he cupped his face. “Look. L—look at me.”

Sirius’ brows pitched and his silver gaze flickered down to the garter belt; Remus let his head fall back as long fingers toyed with the straps, sometimes tugging gently, sometimes snapping fireworks through his legs. The power shift between them ebbed and flowed like the tide. He wanted a tsunami.

He worked the words around in his mouth for a moment, unsure of how to ask for what he wanted. One of Sirius’ hands traveled to his back and began moving in steady presses up and down his spine. “Fuck me,” Remus pleaded.

A synchronized roll of their hips made them both moan. “I am,” Sirius said breathlessly.

Remus licked his lips and made a valiant effort to get air back into his lungs. “Please.”

His expression must have made the message clear enough, because understanding rippled across the puzzlement on Sirius’ face in mere moments; with a firm squeeze, Remus’ hips stopped cold. Mistake, his brain thought immediately as Sirius’ dick rested directly on his prostate. Mistake, mistake, keep moving or you’re gonna—

“Remus.”

The whine that tore from his mouth would have been embarrassing if he had any self-conscious braincells left to spare. He bit his lip again, teetering on a knife’s edge while his thighs shook and his knees slid on the sheets.

“Deep breaths.”

One.

“One more for me.”

Two. He was wheezing slightly with the effort of keeping down his moans.

“Try again.”

A frustrated grumble built in his chest, but he obliged. Three. The air was warm and smelled like Sirius; it was intoxicating. His next breath was even deeper, and he let it fill him.

“Good job.”

Something in Remus perked its ears up and he managed a lopsided smile, blinking his eyes open to look down at Sirius. His face was still soft, but his eyes had a tarnished edge to them that sent a shiver down Remus’ spine and nearly undid all his hard work.

“Color?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Green.”

“Are you slipping?”

Slipping, slipped, gone for good, he thought. “Mhmm.”

Sirius laid him back down, catching himself from sliding out at the last second. Remus arched his back at the slow press in. “How do you want it?”

“I already told you twice,” he said, planting a kiss to Sirius’ upper lip. The warm touch around his thighs had not faltered yet. “Come on, Captain, you know what I want.”

Sirius positioned his legs to wrap around his waist and kissed him fully, stealing the breath from Remus’ body in one fell swoop as he began to move his hips again; the pace increased so steadily that Remus nearly lost himself in it. The lace of the garter belt no longer itched, but slid in a blissful rhythm instead. The bits of cold where the small buckles rubbed against his skin were a mind-melting contrast to the cocoon of warmth he sank into.

“M—” Remus didn’t even get the word out before Sirius gave him a hard thrust and pressed their tangled fingers further into the mattress. He muffled a shout into the dip of his shoulder and sucked a mark there between moans. “Oh, fuck, Sirius.”

His head was spinning with the mixture of sensations—he had been so focused on being full that he almost forgot about the hand still moving terribly slow along his shaft. One leg kicked out on its own accord and he twitched, one hip canting upward until Sirius held it back down without breaking stride. Remus’ breaths were little more than staccato moans; he knew bringing out Sirius’ dominant side was an easy switch to flip, but he hadn’t been expecting the change to be quite so sudden. Not that he was complaining, of course.

Sirius let go of his hand to drag his leg back up, fingertips digging in just below the garter as the new angle drew a desperate ‘holy shit’ from Remus and a squeak of protest from their bedsprings. He had forgotten how long it had been since Sirius truly railed his lights out—the tingling sensation racing through his thighs and up to his chest was a welcome companion.

And he began to laugh.

Breathless and practically hiccups, but a laugh all the same. He could see Sirius’ confusion in his mind’s eye despite the fact that he had given up on trying to keep his eyes open several thrusts prior. The movement slowed. “What?” Sirius asked. “What’s so funny?”

“I fucking love you,” Remus said between gasps.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know.” Something warm slid down his cheek. “It’s so good and I can’t—I don’t know. Keep moving, please, please.”

Sirius’ thumb swiped across his cheekbone and he picked up the pace again; Remus’ shocked laughter faded back into panting and babbling within a few seconds, but the pure elation didn’t slip until he felt his orgasm approaching and resorted to leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along the line of Sirius’ collarbone and neck. Sirius liked his mouth, liked feeling it on him, and Remus could tell that he was getting close by the heat building under his palms where he struggled to find a handhold.

“I l—I lo—I love you,” he managed, adding a love bite to his collection around a groan. They were both sweaty messes, but the salt on his lips was exactly what he wanted.

“I love you, too.” Sirius’ voice was just as labored as his own, buzzing against every pleasure center Remus had.

“I lo—” He broke off with a strangled shout as Sirius squeezed the sensitive part of his thigh at the same time as a thrust. There was nowhere for his mouth to go. He bit down hard on instinct.

Sirius hissed in pain and Remus immediately pulled away, feeling frantic and worried and awful. “Ow.”

“ ‘m sorry,” he said, still a little wild as he covered Sirius’ cheek in apologetic kisses and searched for a hand to hold. “ ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

“It’s okay,” Sirius assured him, soothing his hands as they skimmed across his body. “Just surprised me.”

“Didn’t mean to hurt you.” Horror tried to push in around the tangle of joy-want-need-more, but there simply wasn’t room. Remus settled for running his trembling fingers through Sirius’ hair and kissing him gently. He hoped it would be enough.

“You didn’t hurt me,” Sirius said against his lips, rubbing circles with his thumb in the crease of Remus’ hip and thigh. The whirlwind in his head calmed to tv static—the world tunneled to them and their bed. Remus buried his face in Sirius’ neck and slid deep under.

He registered the pressure of Sirius’ hands and the feeling of his own throat pouring out nonsense; he felt his muscles clench and the slide of satin on sweaty skin before balling his fists so tight in Sirius’ babydoll top that it nearly tore. He heard his own breaths become shallow, knew it was Sirius’ hand running along the crown of his dick, and finally, finally shuddered apart with a hitching whine.

“Re, honey.”

Remus sighed through his nose and held him close. He was beyond comfortable, if not a little sticky. Again, his body suggested.

No, his brain answered immediately.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

“I can’t,” Remus slurred.

Lips pressed against the corner of his mouth. “What can’t you do?”

“Go again.”

He felt laughter from the weight above him—Sirius, his brain supplied with a happy fizz down his back—and let his legs be pulled back down to the mattress. “Yeah, not a chance.”

The warmth inside him slipped away and he winced. “Put it back.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Cause we’re definitely done.” The laughter returned, bright as a summer day, and he rubbed his face in the hollow of angular collarbones where the vibration was strongest. “How are you feeling?”

“Noodle.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

Remus closed his eyes and stifled a yawn; the world could wait until he was done with his nap.

“Hey.” Someone tapped his hip and he frowned. “No falling asleep yet.”

“I’m tired.”

“I know, but we need water and a shower.”

Remus squirmed around until he could fix Sirius with a look. “Can’t stand up.”

“You hate sleeping while you’re sweaty.”

Fair point. Remus became suddenly and harshly aware of how sticky he was and pulled a face, flexing his fingers on Sirius’ back. The high was softening; he felt more settled in himself already. He nudged Sirius until he laid down, then curled into his ribs with an arm and a leg slung over his body. The aftershocks raced in pops of lightning down his legs. “Teddy bear.”

“Hmm?”

“Teddy bear,” he repeated. “ ’s all you are, at the end of the day. I love it. I love you.”

Sirius pulled him closer and kissed his temple. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” He stretched all four limbs and felt his elbow pop, then relaxed. “Much better. Alright, I need to get this thing off.”

If trying to put the garter belt on had been difficult, it was nothing compared to forcing his unsteady and sweat-slick fingers to get it off. “Do you need some help?” Sirius asked, amused.

“No.”

He struggled for a moment longer, spoiling the sweetness of the drop with frustration, before Sirius’ hands replaced his own and carefully untied each strap so he could get it off properly. “There you go.”

Remus kicked it to the floor and glared balefully at it. “I love you, but I’m never wearing that again.”

“Never?”

“Maybe one more time,” he conceded. The confidence boost had been dizzying. “As long as you keep this.”

Sirius looked down at where Remus’ fingers were tugging with the hem of his slip. “I really like it, too.”

“The color’s nice.”

“C’mere.” Sirius wrapped his other arm around Remus’ shoulders and drew him in for a snuggle, rubbing his back with one hand. “Let me know when I can get us some water, okay?”

“You can go, if you need to.”

“Really?”

He hesitated, then moved his head to rest above Sirius’ heartbeat. “No.”

“D’accord.” Sirius kissed his forehead again.

Remus lasted three minutes before he couldn’t stand the tacky feeling of the lube any longer, but those three minutes were the coziest he could remember. Sirius was warm and traced patterns over his bare skin; his soft lips decorated Remus’ face, simultaneously lulling him and keeping him from falling asleep. With a sigh, he detached his arms. “Okay.”

“I’ll be right back,” Sirius promised. The room was darker without him—the bed stayed warm. Remus scooted over into the indent he left and basked in the memory, cataloguing his aches. Abs? Sore. Arms? Still good. Thighs? A bit chafed from lace, but alright. Neck? Scattered with love bites he couldn’t recall receiving, though that was a fairly common occurrence.

“That was quick,” he mumbled when the other side of the mattress dipped.

Sirius shrugged. The babydoll shift was tragically absent. “The usual two minutes, actually.”

“Must have zoned out,” he hummed, leaning into the cool washcloth on his face. A few tears always slipped out when they dipped into rougher territory, though he never felt sad. It was just…overwhelming, in the best way.

Sirius cleaned his thighs with the same careful touch as his face before handing him a cup of water. “Are you hungry?”

“Nope.” Remus downed the glass in two gulps and opened his arms. “Bedtime.”

“No pajamas?” Sirius asked with a laugh, though he obliged and let Remus laminate himself to his side.

“Unnecessary.”

“No shower?”

His instinctive response was god no, cuddles take precedence and I’m dead on my feet, but a shower did sound nice. Sirius washing his hair, scrubbing the last bits of shakiness and his drop away, going to bed clean…

“Alright,” he agreed grudgingly. “We’re probably going to need to change the sheets, too.”

“That can wait until we’re done.” And before he could even attempt to stand on his own, Sirius gathered him into his arms and hoisted him off the bed. If he wasn’t afraid he’d fall flat on his face without help, Remus would have protested. “Mon dieu, I forgot how muscly you are now.”

“Says the man who can’t stop ogling me whenever I take my shirt off,” Remus teased, then frowned when he saw the purpling bruise on Sirius’ neck. “Holy shit, my dentist could identify me with that thing. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Sirius paused in the bathroom doorway and kissed him hard, stirring the last dregs of arousal in Remus’ gut. “You have blanket permission to do that whenever you like.”

Remus gaped at him, speechless. “Well, that’s not fair,” he managed. “I’m tired.”

“Not a bad way to spend a Sunday night,” Sirius mused. His sneaky squeeze of Remus’ ass did not go unnoticed. “In my personal opinion, of course.”

“Of course,” Remus said drily. Maybe a shower wasn’t the worst idea after all. His knees weren’t nearly sore enough yet.

[angelatsumu]

bent over babies [nsfw]

headcanons about how the boys would act if their s/o was bent over in front of them

hi lovies! back with another self-indulgent post <3 boys are: mattsun, bokuto, atsumu & hinata (HINATA BRAIN ROT supremacy).

mentions of not-prepping before penetration, sorta dom vibes, puppy!reader in like 2 or 3 of them, slight feral energy, oral f!receiving, fingering

i am taking requests!! <3 enjoy!!

m. issei

issei is 100% apart of the fake bangs you squad, but he has the occasional stoops behind you and runs his thumb right where your cunny would be

he literally does not care if he is around his teammates or not because he is, as he says, "addicted to your pussy" and nothing is stopping him from devouring you

“aw, i don’t even have to work for it anymore, hm?” before you could move to stand up straight, his palm pressed into your lower back before sliding over your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. your skimpy skirt did nothing to cover your panty-covered cunny, to his delight. he crouched behind you, placing a chaste kiss to your right cheek before pressing his thumb between your folds, brows furrowing as he felt the growing slick. he groaned in satisfaction, thumb skillfully finding your clit and circling slowly. “always a treat finding you like this, puppy,” he chirps, warm breath fanning over your backside as he presses his forehead against your skin, fingers still working you. when he’s satisfied with the slight tremble of your legs, he’ll pull your panties aside, delving two fingers into your slick hole, feeling the velvety walls fluttering for him.

b. koutaro

bokuto is such a feral lover when it comes to you, going crazy whenever he can lay his hands on you

that being said, boy's head spins whenever he finds you bent over in nothing but his tee shirt, panties or not.

let's say you're putting your dishes into the dishwasher, you're bent over just enough for the hem of his shirt to get hitched on the swell of your ass, and he gets an almost perfect view of your uncovered cunt.

boy immediately beelines to you, pressing his semi into your backside as his stature swallow up your small frame.

"putting on a little show for me, hm?" his breath fans over your ear as his hands come to your waist, smoothing over your tummy before coming under your shirt to tweak your nipples. a soft whimper leaves your lips and he almost loses it, but he remains composed. his hips have you pinned against the counter as your right hand moves up your body to grip his right wrist. he quirks an eyebrow as he buries his face in your neck, placing gentle kisses and humming against your skin. you lead his hand down your body, placing it directly over your heat. He chuckles in your ear, pressing gentle circles into your clit, and a soft moan flees your lips as you grip the counter. "sweet puppy wanna play, hm~?" you nod eagerly as he continues to twist your nipple with his left hand as his right fingers move between your slick folds, a single digit teasingly circling your entrance. a sigh leaves your lips as he finally penetrates, and his teeth take purchase on your soft neck, a groan leaving his lips.

miya. atsumu

boy is a fiend for a bent over significant other

he just wants so badly to get buried between those thighs and not come up until you're struggling to stand.

so you'd probably be fresh out of the shower, drying off your body and lotioning every inch of your skin (to keep it nice and soft).

and you'd just be jamming out and maybe even rocking your hips a little and Atsumu's off in the closet looking for a shirt or something, and he comes out to find you bent over, in your own little world, pussy on full display for him

without thinking he's on his knees behind you, licking a thick stripe up your folds, and your knees nearly buckle at the feel of the thick, warm muscle.

"hold your ankles, baby," he coaxes, warm breath fanning over your heat. a blush rises to your cheeks as you lean forward more, grabbing your ankles as he'd told you. he chuckles coyly at your compliance, placing a gentle kiss against your right cheek. "always so good for me, doll," he drawls, swiping his tongue through your folds again. his hands come up to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks so he has better access before burying his face in you, tongue immediately going to circle your clit as a huff leaves your lips. within moments you're heating up, coil beginning to tighten within you. "so good, puppy," he groans behind you, moving his tongue at a faster pace over your clit, lapping at the accumulating slick that begins dripping down your thighs. "m-more~" you manage you get out, and his right hand slides between you, two fingers circling your desperate hole. he slowly delves them into your slick cunny, walls instinctively squeezing him like a vice. "fuck~" you whimper, head falling against the mattress as you grip your ankles tighter, legs shaking as 'sumu's fingers caress that spongey spot within you, pushing you closer to breaking. "come on, puppy~", he whines, desperate to make you come undone on his tongue. Atsumu's lips enclose your clit, sucking gently as his fingers move at an unforgiving pace. he whines against you once more, giving the gentlest graze to your clit with his teeth and you're seeing stars, legs shaking as you cum all over him. he grins, moaning as he lets you ride out your orgasm.

h. shouyo

this one is a hornball honestly

he will go absolutely feral seeing you bent over like that for him, especially if you're just minding your business

he loves just coming up behind you and slipping his fingers right in, never disappointed to find you wet and needy for him.

if he's feeling particularly needy, he just slips himself into you, a loud groan leaving his lips and the cockiest smirk on his face

today was one of those days

"~nggh," the whimper flees your mouth before you can stop it, feeling so stretched so abruptly had you feeling dizzy as you gripped the counter until your knuckles ached. Shoyo was drilling your cunny at an unforgiving pace, left hand entangling in your own as his right hand gripped your hip for balance. he was far gone, grunting and moaning incessantly, head thrown back as sweat began to accumulate on his forehead. the pace was almost unbearable as tears began to well in your eyes, slowly slipping down your cheeks. Your dressed was hunched up over your waist, panties pushed to the side just enough for him to feel you. the thought of how you looked right now, bent over like the good girl you were, had him feral. you were already creaming around him, walls fluttering with each thrust against your spongey spot, toes curling as he kissed your cerivx. "sho-shoyo, please~" you were unsure what you were begging for, but he seemed to have an idea. his left hand untangled from yours, slipping around to the front of your body and immediately finding your clit. with the gentlest touch you clenched around him causing him to his in pleasure. he thumb circled your clit with precision, making tight figure-eights rhythm with his thrusts. he whimpered when you clenched around him again, knowing you were close. your legs began to shake as your tears continued flowing, the coil in your stomach close to snapping. Shoyo leaned over you, peppering gentle kisses along your neck as he continued to drill your drooling heat. "can never stop, never, " he moaned as his eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure of you creaming around him again almost too much to bear. "g-gonna fill my pretty baby, hm?" you respond a wordless moan, filling him paint your walls as he thrusts through his orgasm. you began to straighten your back when his body presses yours back down, continuously fucking your overstimulated cunny. your boy had gone past the point of no return.

[hunni-pen]

All the Time in the World| DEKU

Genre: Smut, nsfw, 18+ content

Content warning: Thigh highs, choking, size kink, hand kink, ruined orgasm, Dom!Deku, Praise(??)

Notes: I wanted to try writing a playful top Deku. Sorry I’m experimenting. This took WAY longer than it should’ve and I still don’t like it tbh.

Thank you to everyone who’s waited so patiently for it❤️

Any person, place, actions, or events that have been written similar to other works are purely coincidental, and not related to any fics.

Asks open

Word Count: 2.2k

Taglist: @fandomgirllover @ilikemaruchan @carrrloss @call-me-koi @galaxygoddess1412 (hope these tags work)

— Part 1 —

Izuku ever the gentleman escorted you out of his agency, and you hoped that the rip he’d put in your tights couldn’t be seen from your skirt. You also hoped that you didn’t look too riled up. You felt too riled up.

Heat still pooling between your wet thighs, and cheeks warm with embarrassment. Midway through Izuku practically fucking you into his desk, his PR agent had knocked on his office door, stating he was needed in the meeting room.

He’d pulled out of you with a disappointed sigh. Smiling down at your fucked out face. “Guess we’ll have to wait till we get home huh?”

You’d tried to pull yourself together enough while he was finishing up his meeting. Then he was walking you down to catch your taxi back to your job.

Before he closed your door to the taxi, he kissed the top of your head, whispering, “be ready for me when I get there. I expect to see some thigh highs.”

So of course you were looking forward to getting off work, eyes glancing at the clock every so often as if that would make time speed up. Although it didn’t really matter anyways. Izuku had a small habit of working overtime so you knew you’d be home before him, and still have some time to kick back before he did.

You took your time showering and picking out a set of underwear, before covering them in some oversized sweater from the floor of your closet, and taking some time to watch your show. One hour turned to two, and before you knew it, you heard his key click into the door. You gasped, surprised that he was actually home earlier than normal.

You didn’t even think to turn the TV off as you sprang up and dashed to the room. Tearing the draws open and finding the first pair of sheer socks you saw, successfully pulling one on and starting to put in the other, when his heavy footsteps began to start down the hallways.

You threw off your sweater and jumped to sit on your knees on the bed. Smiling innocently as possible. Izuku stopped at the door to the room, shirt already balled up in his hands.

“Someone was in a rush,” he commented looking over your frazzled state.

“No, I was waiting for you,” you lied through your teeth.

“Were you?” You nodded, watching Izuku approach you with slow steady steps, his green eyes roaming your figure. “Cause I don’t think you were.”

He pushed you to lay on your back, pulling your feet out from underneath you, and looking up your legs. He tucked his fingers under the fabric of the thigh high you’d failed to pull up all the way. He slid it up your leg, slowly, maintaining his eye contact.

“I think you didn’t listen to me. Which is such a shame, cause I was gonna treat you so well tonight.”

You pouted, “no, I was listening, I really was. I just thought you were gonna be late tonight.”

“It seems we both had a misunderstanding then, cause I thought my good little girl was gonna be waiting for me all wet and ready.” You squirmed under his gaze, feeling embarrassed that you’d been so obviously caught.

Your eyes shifted to look around the room as you tried to come up with something, to prove your innocence. “I was gonna be but-“

“But you weren’t,” Izuku signed dramatically, causing you to look at him once more. “I guess, you don’t wanna have any fun then, and that’s okay. I’ll just go get started on dinner.”

You racked your brain to try and find any reasoning for him to be teasing you so rudely, finally coming to the conclusion that he was playing a mean game to mess with you, as he’d been prone to doing that before.

He pulled away and you scrambled up to grab his arm, frowning up at him. “I don’t like this game Izuku.”

You didn’t sit through the rest of your work day with an uncomfortable ache between your legs only to be denied what you’ve been waiting for cause he decided to tease you. You had no patience for games and jokes today. You were gonna be fucked and that was that.

“I’m not playing,” he laughed. You pulled him back to hover over you, looking at him with your best puppy eyes. His smile disappeared, “fine, but you gotta do everything I say.”

You nodded enthusiastically as he climbed to straddle your waist. Leaning in for a kiss, you expected Izuku's lips to press to yours. Instead you were met with a finger to your lips.

“Open up, I’m not being nice.”

You hesitated, Izuku wasn’t normally so mean, yet you couldn’t help but like it. Dropping your jaw and letting him slide his pointer finger in your mouth, gliding over your tongue.

You loved his hands. His fingers were wide and calloused, they filled you up quick, and he was so good with them. Equally, he loved the way your lips, your mouth and your pussy, wrapped around them. Clenching and soaking them. He could have you shaking and crying on them all night.

He wanted to push you to the point where you were moaning and crying from the pleasure. His plan tonight wasn’t to make you feel good. He wanted you to writhe underneath him and beg. He wanted to make you scream in frustration.

He sucked in a breath as you opened your mouth further to allow him to add a second finger. His knee pressed to your dampening core, the pressure causing a broken whine to slip through your open lips.

“Getting so wet and I’ve barely even touched you. Too bad. I said we’re taking our time now. There’s no one to interrupt me.”

You gagged around his fingers as he thrust them deeper down your throat. Your own hand wrapping around his wrist, to pull his fingers out of your mouth to direct them down in between your legs.

“At least fuck me please, just a little bit,” you whined brow furrowing.

“Begging? So soon? Lemme me hear more.” He nudged your underwater to the side, not daring to move another inch.

With hot cheeks and averted eyes, you asked again. Your voice lowered to an embarrassed whine. “Fuck me please, with your fingers please.”

He raised his eyebrows, amused at your use of please twice in one sentence. “You must really want me huh?” His index finger rubbed your clit.

You bit your lip and nodded, “yes. I lo- I love how you make me feel.”

His fingertips teased your entrance as a sickly sweet smile grew on his face. “Only I can make you feel good, right?”

You nodded again, your desperate expression made his heart squeeze; he almost couldn’t keep up his teasing act, you just looked so cute, begging for his fingers. He plunged his two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them up against your g-spot, in a way that had your legs shaking. A long drawn out moan in the sound of his name fell from your lips.

“Awww say my name again,” he cooed.

“Izuku.”

His fingers pumped in and out of you while his thumb rubbed your clit. He leaned forward, lips pressing to yours in a soft lingering kiss. He added a third finger, your jaw dropping from the stretch, nails digging into his shoulder. The hot pain from your nails scratching his skin pulled a grunt from Izuku's throat.

As your orgasm built up, your whimpers turned to moans, legs shaking from the pleasure Izuku's fingers were giving you. His fingers hit all the right places inside you with practiced precision. He didn’t stop or slow down, even as you were telling him that you were cumming.

For a second you were there. The ultimate high was within your grasp. You were spilling over the edge, slowly, bit by bit. Hot waves of arousal pushing you further over. All at once, you felt everything, then nothing.

You sucked a breath in, the lack of friction yanked you forcefully out of your daze. Izuku had pulled away completely, hands up as you reeled back down from your ruined orgasm.

“Fuck, why did you do that?” you whined.

He smiled, that stupid innocent smile. Something sinister gleaming in his eyes. “I changed my mind. I didn't want you to cum.”

Your breath shook and your eyes watered, “that’s- that’s not nice.”

“Do you know what else isn’t nice? When I tell you to be ready for me, and you're not.” He scolded and wiped your tears away. “Do you wanna cum pretty girl?”

You nodded, “please Izuku?”

“Come sit on my cock, and earn it.”

He sat back, allowing you to move on his lap, hovering over him, he brought you closer to him. Taking his thick length into his fist, and pumping it a few times, small gasps falling from his lips. He guided the tip to your entrance, teasing your wet folds.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes,” you sighed, closing your eyes in anticipation.

Your bottom lip tucked under your teeth as you expectantly awaited the painful stretch of Izuku's cock filling you up. But it never came, at least not when you were expecting it too. Right as you opened your mouth to complain, he thrust up into you, causing your grip in him to tighten and a pained squeak to fall from your lips.

Izuku threw his head back, biting back his own moans. “Fuck you’re so tight baby.” He peeked an eye open and looked down to where you took him in. “I’m not even all the way yet.”

“You’re just so big.” Your nails dug into his skin, and you tried to push yourself further down on him.

He rolled his hips up to meet yours, the rest of his length sliding into you. Your jaw dropped and you shut your eyes tight, legs shaking as you felt yourself come up on the cusp of another orgasm. He just hit you in all the right places. Even the steering pain of the head of his cock kissing your cervix was easy to ignore when you felt so good.

You began to bounce slightly, craving that friction that you so desperately needed to get off. Pulling off him entirely before sinking back on with a breath of relief. You wanted more of him. All of him. This is what you’ve been waiting for all day. For him to fuck you. You didn’t mind the pain or the stretch, you loved it.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my dick. You take me so well baby.” His hands slid down your waist, where he’d been guiding your hips down, to grip your thighs, fingers curling into the lace of the thigh highs you wore. He pulled the band and let them snap back into place, before rubbing your skin.

“So pretty,” he murmured.

Your frantic bouncing slowed to a grind, as you tried to give your clit the attention it deserved. Izuku tucked his head into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.

“C’mon don’t slow down now, you were doing so well. Keep going,” he begged, his own hips rutting up into yours. His demanding facade from earlier completely depleted. Now, he just wanted you. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

You hummed, nodding, your legs were aching, even with Izukus help, it was hard for you to keep a steady pace on top of him. You let him pull out of you, and didn’t complain or whine about how empty you felt without him filling you up. Instead letting him lay you back on the bed, lining his tip up with your entrance.

He pushed himself back into you, not taking any time to let you grow accustomed to his size before he began fucking into you. His hands on either side of your head, his green eyes bore down into yours.

“You’re so pretty underneath me. You never fail to take my breath away,” he panted.

“You make me feel so good,” you moaned, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He let you pull him down and take his lips in a short kiss.

“Yeah? Well you make me feel good too,” he laughed lightly. His thrusts became sloppy and his fingers gripped the sheets, as he neared his own orgasm. “Wanna cum with me?”

“Yeah,” you gasped, reaching a hand down to circle your clit. “Let’s cum together Izuku.”

He bit his lip and nodded, eyes screwed shut to blink back tears. He was always so sensitive. With one last thrust he was spilling into you. Hot white spurts of cum coating your inner walls. The frantic twitching of his cock sending you over the edge.

Your legs wrapped around his waist in a poor attempt to pull him impossibly closer as your walls spasmed and gushed around him. His name falling from your lips in short breaths.

“Good job,” he whispered, pulling out of you.

Izuku much preferred fucking you at home than at work. Sure, there was always the thrill that came with taking you on his desk in his office. But nothing beat this. Alone with you, uninterrupted, with all the time in the world.

———

Thank god I can get this out of my drafts. I hope I never have to see this fic again.

This is my longest fic