#more concerned by how they didn’t take care of u right…….. yeah

[petrichorium]

PLUUUVIII im such…..a big dick Trey truther. also i was thinking about how he’s SOOOOOO the childhood friend type you promise to lose your virginity to?? tell me all ur thoughts beloved <33

Ur SO correct abt Trey and his fat cock tbh and it’s so tragic bc he doesn’t even use it that much :( genuinely prefers using his mouth and hands more. V meticulous abt prep and also aftercare again he just wants to Treat You Right. And feed u cake :( probably after carrying you to the bath he ran and is letting u soak in :(

Anyway pls a virginity pact kinda thing is EXACTLY what I’m thinking abt with him,,,,,,,,,,, just like. You’re a year or two younger than him but your parents run a little deli across the street from his family’s bakery and your little siblings r the same age as his so ur families r super close and the two of you r kinda pushed together as the only two of about the same age. And it’s good! Trey is a good friend; a bit overprotective, a bit overeager to slot himself a bit too nicely into the big brother role, but you don’t particularly mind it. Admittedly you cling to him in your high school years, giddy to have an upperclassman so willing to have you under his wing.

You drift apart when he goes off to Night Raven. It’s not on purpose—in fact you try otherwise, with the infrequent text and occasional video chat to keep up—but really, NRC is rigorous, and you’re busy with your own studies. By unfortunate happenstance you miss each other on breaks and soon enough five years have gone by when you see him again at his mother’s birthday.

He looks good. He’s filled out in the shoulders and chest, grown just a bit. You watch him throw one of his teenage brothers over his shoulder and pretend it’s the wine you’ve been sipping on that makes your face feel hot. And he’s attentive to you, clearly having missed you as much as you did him. As the night goes on and other guests slowly dissipate, he lingers longer and longer at your side. Eventually he deems the party small enough to disappear with you, ducking out the window of his childhood bedroom (which seems so much smaller now, with how bulky he’s become) to the roof you both spent countless summer nights on.

You share a bottle of wine together there, taking alternating swigs directly out of it. Half a decade is quite some time to catch up on—you find yourself inching closer and closer until he has your legs over his and you’re practically curled in his lap, warmth emanating from your chest as you giggle with him.

It’s when you lament about your love life, however, that he leans close. He listens to you bitch about all the failed dates you’ve been on and your string of shitty college boyfriends, and nods sympathetically until you sigh………

And then asks if you remembered your promise. It’s joking, said with a laugh—but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It takes you a second to realize what he’s saying but when you do you reach out to smack his shoulder with a laugh of your own, because no way is he being serious.

(If he were serious he should have spoken up sooner, you mutter in a drunken fit of honesty. You’d have happily given Trey your virginity over your two-pump-chump of a first boyfriend who ended up doing it. He hadn’t managed to make you cum in the entire year and a half of dating you)

Trey stiffens. His head tilts. Did any of them? he asks. Make you cum? he adds when you ask him to clarify, and to your chagrin you realize the answer is a resounding no.

Then, he says smugly, reaching out to brush fingers softly against your arm, he thinks you can still fulfill that promise. If you’d like.

[planetnini]

BE MY BABY

gojo satoru loves you so much and doesn’t want the relationship to be a secret anymore + fem!reader. satoru is annoying but he will forever be the loml.. 🫶🏼 i’mfeeding my brain bc this man is absolutely not subtle at all and just wants to touch and kiss you all the time😵‍💫 anyways i want him so bad u guys don’t understand..

“you look good.” you turned your attention to the voice, feeling your knees almost give in at the playfulness laced in his tone. it was gojo satoru donned in the most beautiful blue button up and black pants, sunglasses hanging loosely from the bridge of his nose.

it was after the baseball game of the annual kyoto sister-school goodwill event and you had some ‘important business’ to attend to.

“you don’t look too bad yourself.” you chuckled tilting your head to the side, flashing him a sly smile. the action almost sending him into a cardiac arrest as he walked towards you.

“oh yeah?” he leaned down so that he is face to face with you, “that’s not what you said last night.”

“satoru.” you stated, but it is more a warning than anything. he knows you’re being cautious but he can’t help but tease you.

“what?” he questioned as you move your hands over to his glasses pushing it over his eyes and forehead to rest on top of his head.

“you should wear blue more often…” you brushed your hands through his hair and stare at him feeling all your stress and worries dissipate, “i couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” you whispered, it’s a sentiment reserved just for satoru.

“are you trying to kill me?” he questioned, heart swelling from hearing you compliment him. he closed his eyes leaning back with a hand over his eyes as he tried to hide the smirk.

“you know i could never.” you smiled at him before removing his sunglasses from the top of his head and putting them over his eyes.

“you know you don’t have to pretend we didn’t just see each other the other night, right?” he questioned as he raised a brow. judging by the tone of his voice, you know exactly where this is headed. he moved up toward you, hand on your waist as your bodies were close to each other.

“that doesn’t mean we still can’t be extra careful.” you replied as he stared at your lips and then back up at your eyes. you didn’t do anything to stop his hands at your waist though.

“actually, i wouldn't mind- in my eyes, getting caught isn't too bad.” he admitted, his mouth met yours in a passionate kiss, as he brushed his hand through your hair and back over to your cheeks.

“you’re insufferable.” you muttered against his lips as you lean forward for more, hand moving to the back of his neck.

“you can’t get enough of me.” he chuckled, allowing himself to pull away despite mind telling him to kiss you. he knew things would take a turn so with an all knowing smirk etched across his face, he pecked your cheek once more before taking your hand in his and leading you to another place.

“how’s megumi?” you asked, using your other hand to trace patterns onto his that was currently intertwined with yours.

“he’s good, or as well as teenagers can be.”

“i hope so. i know i haven’t been around often but-”

“but nothing,” he interrupted, not taking anymore of your rambling, “as far as i’m concerned, you’ve done plenty for us. i don’t want to hear any of that.” he stated and continued onto the track down the pavement.

satoru knew you had this habit of overthinking and always found a way to reassure you, despite how much he tells you to, you just can’t help it. you were lucky to have him in your life and as much as you’d like to keep it to yourself, you tell him everyday just how much you wished you could show him love publicly.

“us?” you stopped in your tracks and stared at the back of his head as the trees danced along with the wind.

“not just with megumi and tsumiki, but with me too,” he said, no hesitation behind it and you can’t help but send him a grateful look, “you worry too much you know? it’s really bad for you.” he spoke continuing down the path to the dormitories.

“and you don’t worry about anything.” you rebutted, catching up to him and linking your arms together.

“like that’s a bad thing.” he scoffed, as he pulled you close to him.

from afar nobara, megumi, and itadori were on their way to their dorms when they noticed you.

“who is that that he’s with?” nobara butted in and before megumi can answer her.

“gojo-sensei!” itadori exclaimed and all eyes are on him as you and satoru turned to the voices behind you.

you beamed at the three in front of you, especially at megumi who gives you a small smile as they rush towards you and satoru. you tried to pry your arms from his but he had you trapped, “i never got to properly introduce myself, but i’m the second year teacher here. it’s nice to meet you all.” you smiled at them.

satoru is stood next to you and he can’t help a growing smile as he sees you interact with his students.

“when did you two get together?” nobara asked, curiosity glowing in her eyes as itadori stares at you waiting for your answer.

a nervous feeling flutter in your chest, and you know you have to say something but the words are not forming in your mouth.

“uh, well-”

“we’ve been dating for eleven years.” satoru threw a hand over your shoulder pulling you close to him but before you could push him away.

“that’s so long!” nobara exclaimed as megumi shows no reaction at all.

“congratulations!” itadori shouted with a smile on his face.

despite the fact that you both decided to keep the relationship a secret, you found yourself turning to the man with a smile, “i thought we’d at least talk about it before telling people.” you mentioned giving him a stern stare but it does nothing— he knows you aren’t actually upset with him.

“is it so bad that i want others to know how lucky i am?” he smirked before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“you’re annoying.” you uttered as you push him away from you and he chuckled, placing his hands into his pockets.

he leaned down face to face with you before saying, “you love me.”

“of course.” you reassured as you give him a kiss on the lips.

“will you two stop acting like a couple already?” megumi butted in and walked past two of you.

satoru scoffed and you laughed before following the black haired boy, throwing your arms over nobara and itadori’s shoulders, “let me treat you guys to some food!”

“c’mon satoru.” you gestured over your shoulder as he resumed walking. satoru is reminded just how lucky he is everyday. he smiled shaking his head, if he couldn’t wait to tell other people that you were his girlfriend, just imagine how he would react when he gets to call you his wife.

tags! @stsgluver

[lsuyia]

❝𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃❞

- megumi takes care of you when you get sick

mostly fluff

A/N- omg thank you all smmmm!!! on the love for my gojo fic! I literally pulled it out my ass frfr but im glad u all like it! (pls request fic ideas)

megumi x fem! reader

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It was the middle of January, and it had been constantly cold for days now— Unfortunately, that didn’t stop you from not wearing anything but shorts and a tank-top when it wasn’t as cold as it usually was on certain days.

“Your going to get sick.” Megumi said yelling at you while he scrolled on his phone boredly taking quick glances at you to make sure you didnt get hurt.

“No I wont! I have a strong immune system.” You said yelling back as you ran outside barefoot, with shorts and a tanktop on as you played in the now making snow angels and giggling.

Megumi sighed, knowing that his words wouldnt reach you as he continued to watch you play in the snow, shaking his head in disappointment.

—

“I told you.” He said putting a cold cloth on your head as he sat on the edge of the bed towards you looking at you in his normal nonchalant facial expression—and you sniffled and sneezed in response. Your eyes were l puffy, your nose was red from blowing it so much,— at this point everything about you looked sick.

“Shut up..” You said weakly as you let out a concerning hard cough, you didn’t realize snow could make you this sick.

Megumi would always take care of you since you got sick more often than him, and everytime he really wished that you would listen to him more often rather than jumping into things.

He took a spoonfull of the chicken noddle soup he made for you that he put on your nightstand as he careful directed the spoon towards your mouth.

You took the spoonfuls closing your eyes in how good it tasted when he made chicken noodle soup. Megumi let out a soft smile at your antics as he continued to feed you.

—

The day of you being sick was being wished away as you and megumi both slept the day away in your shared bedroom just cuddling each-other while a random show played on the television.

“thank you gumi, for taking care of me.” You said twirling his locks of hair in your finger tips before caressing his cheeks and giving him a soft smile.

His face immediately turned red starting at your big doe eyes and your little smile that you knew he loved. He turned his head away out of embarrassment still red. “Y-yeah its whatever..” He said with a sigh before turning back to look at you with his usual nonchalant face.

You giggled at his antics before leaning in and giving him a deep kiss on his lips while you cupped his face. He melted into the kiss before pulling away looking at you annoyed.

“You know your going to get me sick right?” He said as his eye twitched and annoyance was showing on his face which you found pretty comical.

“yeah i know” You chuckled before pulling him into multiple kisses despite his protest and hands trying to push you away.

—

“I hate you.” Megumi said annoyed as he laid in bed sniffling and let out a concerning cough.

You placed the cold towel on his forehead before feeding him some chicken noodle soup as you sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

“Love you too.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

could u do xavier being really high/wasted and he’s super clingy and says dumb stuff and reader takes care of him

A/n: this was purely the result of me being half asleep and trying to make something out of it.

It was to no surprise that upon making your way to your dormitory, you would hear Xavier’s incoherent babbling and light hearted giggles before you could seen his slanted form pressed up against the wall next to your door. Things at Nevermore were becoming more and more stressful for both staff and students alike, and everyone was looking for a primary method in making it all go away for a good few hours.

Some chose to focus heavily on their piling homework, extracurriculars or kept themselves busy by performing mundane tasks whilst others would resort to other methods. As in Xavier’s case, that would be getting high as a kite in Ajax’s room. You weren’t one to judge peoples perfected form of de-stressing, it would just be hypocritical if you did to begin with; However someone relives themselves was of none of your concern.

What was of your concern was the fact that if you didn’t do something with Xavier now before the teachers came to check on everyone, you’d both be fucked. The only downside in attempting to move Xavier the giggly over there was that he tended to became quite clingy whilst high; Which made it all the more difficult to haul him into your dorm without him managing to drag you down to the floor with him. Unfortunately time wasn’t on your side to debate on how you were going to move him, “Xav?” His head picked up like a dogs at the sound of your name as a dopey smile beamed across his face.

“Y/n, look!” He cried between giggles as he showed you his hands before looking taken aback at his fingers as he wiggled them, “I’ve got fingers!” He told you, astonished, “they’re waving at me y/n…I don’t like it.” You fought back a laugh at Xavier’s weariness of his own limbs as you knelt by his side. “They’re only saying hi, there’s no need to be afraid of them.” You played along by holding some of his fingers at the base of his hand, forcing them to move as though on their own accord.

Xavier gasps and leans into your side, “they’re doing it again.” He said in what he probably believed was a whisper but was more of a whisper shout. His doe eyes never left his fingers, on edge that one of them might pull out a switchblade and knick him when he wasn’t looking. “I believe they’re trying to tell you something, should i tell you what they’re saying?” You asked, seeing this as an opening into getting Xavier to become complacent enough for you to get him into your dorm. “You speak fingers, y/n?” Xavier asked. “Yep.” You replied.

“Tell me what they’re saying, tell me what they’re saying!” He chanted and you moved his fingers again randomly as though they were ‘speaking.’ You made a variety of faces throughout the ‘conversation’ before humming to yourself in deep thought. “What did they say, what did they say!” Xavier cried as he leaned himself heavily against you, causing you to groan at how heavy the boy really was. “They told me that you should let me help you into my dorm before we get into some really big trouble.” You told him as though you were telling a child. Was it right? No. Was it the only option you had in getting him to do as you say? Yes.

“What kind of trouble?” Xavier says softly this time, never letting his eyes off of you. “Dunno, you gotta let me help you into my dorm first.” You shrugged, dragging one of his arms over your shoulder as your other arm was brought to his waist, “ready?” You asked him. “Anything for my little finger buddies.” Xavier replied with determination and with minimum amount of effort you managed to haul him off the floor and into your dorm, where you quickly lead him to where your bed was before retreating back to the open door to close it shut.

“Y/n.” Xavier called. “Yeah?” You replied, looking back to find him staring at his fingers once more as he subconsciously wiggles them. It was cute seeing how serious he looked whilst trying to understand the language of his fingers. However it made for better blackmail material for later use should he ever get cocky with you in the distant future; Maybe you could even use this against him in the next Poe Cup so that you could score your team the victory and bragging rights bonus?

“What’re they saying now?” He asked and that was when you were drawn out of fantasy land and reminded that you were still expected to keep up the charade that you could -through some bullshit logic- understand his ‘finger friends.’ “Let me see.” You sighed as you clambered over your bed to sit besides Xavier as he held out his hand towards you to get a better look at his fingers. Once again you made a variety of exaggerated expressions, followed by a series of hums and other vocal choices to keep up the ridiculous illusion you created. Karma truly was a bitch in this instance as it dawned on you that until Xavier fell asleep, you were doomed to keep up the act.

“They ask if your hungry, sleepy, or otherwise?” You relied to him as he furrowed his brows in thought and his lip was drawn into a childlike pout. “I am kinda sleepy.” He admits almost sheepishly, resting his head against your shoulder, his eyes closing briefly before opening again. “Will you sleep with me?” He asks innocently enough but you had to hold back on chocking on your own spit at his request before forcing your mind out of the gutter; reminding yourself that he was still very much in fact high. “Sure Xavier, I’ll sleep with you.”

At your response Xavier was quick to cage you in between his arms, holding you tightly against his chest as he burrowed his head into the crevice of your neck, whilst his silky soft golden-brown locks tickled the skin of your jaw and the column of your neck. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He says lowly, voice laced with tiredness that you couldn’t help but nose the hollow of his neck. “It’s not an issue Xavier, just get some sleep for me. Okay?” You murmured. “Okay.”

Xavier fell asleep pretty quickly after that as you started running your fingers through his hair after wrangling it to freedom from being pinned to your side for so long and every attempt you made to move after that, a whine would rip from his throat and his arms would tightened their grip. You’ve long accepted that he wasn’t letting go anytime soon and eventually gave into your new fate as his personal pillow. It was worth it for the hassle you had to been put through prior so you were opting to see this as rather a reward that you could enjoy.

Besides you didn’t have much going on anyways, which was probably why Ajax purposefully left him on your doorstep…you’d get that Gorgon back sooner or later, you swore it. For now, sleep.

[orbitariums]

rum punch | patrick zweig x black fem reader

writing this because patrick is definitely the type to text you like “if you wanna pull up just to get fucked here’s the addy”

obsessed with this song right now (rump punch by cash cobain) and listened to it over and over while writing this. i recommend listening to compliment your reading experience 🙏🏾 it’s sooo challengers especially patrick zweig coded. let’s review: “top five nasty, you ain’t even gotta ask me” and “soon as you leave i miss u too, like damn”; “don’t be asking questions like a interview cuz you really know what we finna do”...  “i just made her cum twice you ain’t make her cum once”?!!>!##? that’s patrick DOWN. sorry it must be said… 

so a little drabble-ish thing is ahead! contains: cheating (ooops), degradation, smut

it started when you started dating your current boyfriend, or at least that’s what you would tell yourselves to make you feel better about the whole ordeal — not that patrick cared much to begin with. but anybody who knew you and patrick knew that this had been going on for far longer than either of you would care to admit, or that either of you had enough introspective ability to even realize. every single playful shove, every time you squeezed his hand to deflect from parting at the end of a hangout, the way he’d stack his legs on top of yours while you were studying even though he knew you “hated” it, his thumb circling your hand, your head on his shoulder during a late night movie sesh with art and tashi, eyes fluttering closed until you found sleepy heaven in the perfect crevice of his neck. nearly every time you saw each other, which was frequent, you were touching without touching. art, who wasn’t one to make crass comments often, would always tell patrick: “it wouldn’t even make a difference, you should just go ahead and fuck each other. the shit you two do is more than just sex.”

it was 11:16 pm when you called him. your boyfriend had sped off in the middle of the night in a fit of anger after an intense argument about the same thing for the hundredth time. you were so tired. you’d been so close to texting or calling him before, but you refrained — you didn’t want things between the two of you to get messy when nothing in your life was going right in the first place. but now that you were nearly slumped against the wall with tears hot against your face, so tired beyond comprehension, you could blame it on the delirium brought on by exhaustion. you told yourself you just needed the comfort of your close friend, who always made you laugh.

“patrick, can i come over?” you’d asked, your voice trembling, your face buried in your sweater sleeve. 

patrick had never heard you sound so upset — he’d never even seen you cry. when you were around him, you were always so jovial and giggly. so when he heard your voice on the phone, so late at night, sounding so fragile and fractured, his eyebrows immediately knit together with concern, and he sat up on his couch. 

“yn, are you okay? is everything alright, you sound—”

“i’m fine,” you sniffled, breath catching on your voice multiple times. “just-just need a friend. please, can i come over?”

you couldn’t see it, but his features softened, and some wedge in his heart seemed to shift over,

“yeah. yeah, of course you can.”

he was so confused, but just glad to know that you were at least okay, taking pride in the fact that he was who you wanted to be around, whatever was going on. he made some rushed efforts to tidy up his bachelor apartment, sweeping crumbs under the rug, tucking in pillows on the couch, throwing yesterday’s takeout into the overflowing trashcan, and swiping the trash off his coffee table. 

he couldn’t believe how shrunken you looked when you appeared in front of his door that night, clad in an oversized stanford hoodie and sweatpants, slippers, tears still welling up in your eyes. this couldn’t be the same yn pushing him off of her with excessive force and maniacally cackling at his stupid jokes. 

“wh-”

before he could get a word out, you threw your arms around your waist, plopping your head down on his chest. he stilled for a moment out of shock, then relaxed into your touch, embracing you with his arms around your shoulders and down your back, holding you because he knew that’s what you needed right now. 

and then you were pulling away, sniffling and wiping away your tears, finally feeling some ounce of comfort now that you were with him. you knew, you knew, this was what you needed, as much as you had resisted this very thing. 

“it’s chris,” you said, moving past him and inside his apartment, groaning as you plunked down onto the couch. 

now, looking out the open door at the hallway ahead of him, patrick was nodding to himself silently, like he had come to some realization. he sat beside you, and you turned to him with a pout. and it was then that patrick knew he was not a good man for thinking about how pretty you looked with tears streaking your face and your lips pressed together in a girlish pout. 

“he’s like… intimidated by me or something. every single thing i tell him about my day, about work, about my friends, my wins… he’s always finding some thing to harp on like i’m some villain stopping him from achieving his finance bro dreams. he hates that i’m living my life because he isn’t living his yet. so every thing i earn, he just picks it apart and tears it down, questions my motives for everything.”

“he’s a dick, alright?” patrick said, in that ever so frank tone that you honestly missed, and wished you could hear during these arguments with your boyfriend. “yn, i’d never… we wouldn’t treat you like that, me and art and tashi. we’re your real friends, we celebrate you. that’s how a relationship’s supposed to go. he’s a stupid fuck.”

you grinned a bit at his correction, the corner of your lips turning up.

“i know you wouldn’t.”

“can i ask you something though, yn?”

“mhm?” you looked up at him with such innocent doe eyes that he didn’t want to call bullshit, but he was calling bullshit. 

“why… why’d you come over here? why not to tashi or your mom’s or… anyone else? why me?”

you sighed deeply, shaking your head,

“because, patrick, i… i just… want you right now.”

his face impossibly close to yours, intruding your senses and all your walls before you even realized they were up. 

“how do you want me?” he asked, his voice the softest it had ever been, his breath tickling your cheek. 

you were hoping you wouldn’t have to finish your sentence, and patrick knew it — his hands gripped the sides of your face with a stronghold, and then your lips were crashing against each other like a wave coming to the tide, foaming and sputtering and wetting the cracked sand at the shore. and it didn’t take long before you were climbing on top of him and straddling him, your clothes falling off one by one. his rough hand clutching your breast and squeezing, another in your panties navigating your clit like a fucking expert, making your back arch against the air. then your legs by your head as patrick drove himself into you, tender and slow and making you see stars instead of his face and the ceiling. fucking every tear out of you, turning your sobs of pain into sobs of pleasure. your moans were like a choir to him, licking flames against his earlobes each time you whimpered his name, leaving little half-circle imprints in his back with his nails. sweat dripping down his forehead as he clutched his eyes shut and tried not to come too fast, tried not to let the way you wrapped around him like a fucking snake— pussy squeezing his cock, legs trapping him inside you, hands roaming his back like new found land — make him lose focus. 

“fuck, your fucking moans. d’you have any idea how much i’ve thought about this? f- fuck, if you come to me crying again, i’m not gonna go so easy on you.”

if he had an ounce of self-respect, he’d have stopped you after the first time (he didn’t have the discipline to deny you completely), but something about him stirred at the unpredictable predictability of it all. he knew that at least once a week, you’d come crying to him over something your asshole boyfriend did to you, it was just a matter of what day of the week. 

he liked when you came over on friday nights most, because more often than not you’d stay the night, sometimes the weekend, making the excuse to your boyfriend that you were sleeping over at a girlfriend or your mother’s house. but really you were just spending the whole weekend getting fucked by your recovery boyfriend patrick, who would scrape up the little money he had to order food from your favorite thai restaurant every night and watch what were, in his opinion, the most insipid movies he’d ever seen — because he knew that less than halfway through you’d be split open on his cock, sobbing with pleasure into his shoulder as princess diaries became a distant echo in the background. his hand on the small of your back, his vision glazing over as he stares ahead at the tv, too enraptured by the sweet whimpers you make while you’re (attempting to) ride him, the sounds of your slick pussy swallowing him whole in slow intervals, panting and gasping as he speared you open because he was: “so big, patrick you’re so big.”

he’ll snap out of it then, find his hands wrapped around your waist and his lips buried in the crook of your neck,

“it’s okay, baby. you can take me.”

“i’m trying,” you wailed, the frustration so clear in your voice that it almost made him laugh. 

instead, he wrapped his hands around your waist firmly, leading you down onto his cock himself. 

“fuck!” you shouted out, practically collapsing forward onto him. “patrick, please—”

“if you can come to me crying just to get dick, you can take it.”

you gasped at the directness of his words, punching yourself for how much it turned you on. and he knew it too, by the way your pussy throbbed around his dick. you couldn’t see his face, but you could practically hear the shit-eating smirk in his voice as he grabbed your asscheek,

“yeah, your pussy loves it though. and you love being my little slut behind closed doors when your boyfriend isn’t acting right.”

you couldn’t control the moan that tumbled out of your lips when he said that, and definitely not the screech you let out when he started to thrust up, jackhammering into you so his cock reached the hilt. 

“that what you wanted?”

“yes, yes!” you wailed, nodding desperately, positively wrecked as your head practically hung over his shoulder, enveloped in a world of pleasure. 

“yeah… i know…”

and sometimes he won't be so nice. he'll be damn near using your pussy like a fleshlight, his body practically covering yours as he fucks you like an animal, hard and fast and rough, your pussy squelching around his cock each time he rams it into you. he'll use you like he's the one that needs comforting, like your pussy is the only safe haven he knows. and it's only fair, the way you hide out in his house and act like his dick is your life source. he fucks you like he's an athlete and this is his sport, tennis be damned. he'll degrade you anyway he knows how — because he knows you love it, knows it makes you finish two times as fast.

"he doesn't fuck you like this."

"you're such a fucking slut. come over here crying acting like you don't pull up just to get fucked." he'll laugh as he says this, and you want to smack his chest in indignation, but you can't manage anything but moans.

“you’re such a good girl. letting me use this pussy when i want.”

"there you go, squeeze my cock like it's yours."

"pussy's so greedy, getting fucked by the both of us. still so fucking tight."

"your boyfriend's probably wondering where you are." this has made you come twice now.

"whose pussy is it?" (and even though you have a man, you tell him it's his every time. sometimes he doesn't even need to ask, sometimes he fucks you so good that you just scream out: "it's your pussy — it's your pussy, daddy", and he'll chuckle and say: "i know.").

and you let him say these things and more, because he fucks you like no one ever has, like he knows something you told him in complete and total secrecy. like it's something so complex — but all it ever takes is one touch.

your friends have noticed something is different between you two, but it's honestly not a big jump from before — only this time, you guys sealed the deal and were actually fucking now. of course, patrick can't keep his mouth closed for long and ends up bragging to art, and you tell tashi because she's one of the girls, and now there's this unspoken understand between all of you. but no one feels the need to intervene, because honestly... it makes sense.

and you’ll have a conversation with him every other time, telling him “we have to stop doing this.” and one day he replies, 

“yn. not to be a dick or anything, but you’re the one who calls me. you act like you're coming over for comfort, but we both know it's my dick doing all the comforting."

and you know it’s true, you know patrick is right even if he is an asshole. but you won’t let that stop you from texting him: thai food and a movie? everytime your boyfriend fucks up. and patrick won't stop you either.

[liketolovexx]

can I have an only one bed situatuon with sirius x fem reader pretty please

nsfw or sfw your take as well as the plot

thank you lovee

No problemmm!!! Hope u like it!!

One bed? ~ S.O.B

{in which you and Sirius share a room in James’s house.}

It was the summer break, and you’d decided to stay at James’s house with Sirius and Remus. However, after graciously greeting fleamont and euphemia, (who ADORED you might I add), you followed James upstairs. He showed you his room first. “Right, so this is my room. Rem, you’ve got the one beside it, aaaand… you two can go in that one!” He grinned, gesturing to you and Sirius. Upon peaking inside, you interrupted his and Sirius’s conversation. “Hey- prongs? There’s just one bed in here.” James locked eyes with Remus, as if they knew something you didn’t. “Yeah, uh… goodnight, guys!” Remus said, before both boys retreated into their assigned rooms. You turned to Sirius. “I’ve always wanted to sleep with you.” Sirius teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. You roll your eyes.

He was the first to flop onto the bed, landing in a jokingly suggestive pose that made you laugh at him. Sirius black was, naturally, a flirt. He began rolling around in the sheets like a madman. “Alright, padfoot, no need to mark your scent on it, now.” You say, smiling at his antics. He scoffs. “You’re next if you’re not careful, pup.” You stop unpacking. “Sorry, pup? That’s you, dickhead.” “Yeah, whatever. Also, you’re letting me play Bowie. I don’t care. I saw that record player first, so you can fuck right off.” Sirius jumps off of the bed and flicks through the ones that lay beside the vinyl player, hissing a drawn-out “yes” when he finds ‘the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars’ by David Bowie.

A few hours later, with both Remus and James asleep in their rooms, you had started to worry about your sleeping situation. You and Sirius had danced together to the full album twice now, and once it ended, you both fell back onto the bed. He looked at you, and you looked at him. His black locks spilled out like a halo beside him, you couldn’t help the blush creeping up on you. What am I doing? This is my best friend. You scold yourself. “So, who’s taking the bed?” You ask him. “Huh? Well, m’lady, I’m not letting you sleep on the FLOOR. C’mon, mate, youre my best friend, it’d basically be like sleeping in the same bed as James.” He reasons. You bite your lip. It really wouldn’t feel like sleeping in the same bed as James to me. But it didn’t take much convincing for you to lay beside him.

The lights were off now, but you soon noticed how cold it was in the room, you basically forced Sirius to check if the window was shut, but it seemed to be broken, constantly stuck slightly ajar. You huff in frustration, brows furrowing and shoulders quivering. Noticeably, Sirius’s pretty eyes flood with concern. “Oh, my star.” He says. You’re used to him calling you that, but in this situation, it feels different. It feels intimate. He moves to wrap more of the duvet around you, gently pulling you towards himself. “Sirius-“ “my star, it’s fine. We’re best mates. I’m allowed to warm you up.” He excused. You didn’t have it in you to argue with him, and, honestly, you’d always fantasised about him. You lay your head on his shoulder as he hugged you closer to him. He was warm, admittedly. Really warm. You let out a small moan of satisfaction.

At that sound, Sirius tensed beneath you. “Sirius? Are you okay?” You asked him, burrowing closer. “What? Yeah. Mhm.” He mumbled. His usual cocky demeanour had vanished and his usually pale face was flushed. You leant up slightly and noticed a bump in the covers. He was hard. “Sirius…” you started. “I-I’m sorry, mate, I’m really sorry.. I didn’t mean-“ you shut him up with your lips pressed against his soft ones. Frozen at first, you had to work him into it, eventually both of your lips moved in unison. He whimpered as you pulled away. “Let me help you out, Siri.”

Not taking off the covers in fear of bracing the cold, you shuffled to straddle him beneath them. Through his pyjama pants you could tell. He was big. He couldn’t contain his breathy whines as you ground down onto his hard-on. He started to whimper your name. “It’s not funny. Please, just do something.” “Wow. Never thought I’d hear THE Sirius Black beg.” You teased. His lip quivered and you rolled your hips a few more times, testing his limits. Until his long fingers gripped your hips and a deep growl left his throat.

He flipped you over, pinning you to the bed with a desperation you’d never seen in him before. “I need this. I really need you.” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust and… something more serious? Love? He pulled his pants down and pushed your panties to the side. You could feel his tip dragging up and down your opening, and you watched his eyebrows scrunch in self-control. As he eased into you, you were overcome with white-hot pleasure. “Fuck, Siri.. you feel so good… mh..” you whimpered. Through your hazy vision, you admired the way Sirius let out broken, shameless moans as his face contorted in bliss, eyes rolling back every now and then. He picked up his pace, hips rolling slightly faster.

Gripping the sheets either side of you, you bit your lip, trying not to cry out. He felt so fucking good. So good. But Sirius hit that spot. “AGH! FUCK, SIRI!” You cried, grasping his bony, tattooed shoulders. His signature smirk made an appearance. “Oh yeah? You- hah- you like that, my little star? My- nghhh.. oh, my star… mine…” his confidence faded again, turning to complete, raw, primal need. He sped up, his mushroom tip prodding deliciously into your sensitive spot with each thrust. You could hear the sinful wet sounds of where you were connected and the quick, loud snapping of his hips against yours as he lowered his head into the crook of your neck, shamelessly moaning your name and the word “mine” over and over. “Sirius! Oh, Sirius, yes! I’ve got you, I’ve got you, baby!” You hugged his back as Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. you felt the most heavenly orgasm you’ve ever had overtake you. During the euphoria, you grabbed a handful of his sweaty black curls as he fucked you, tugging on them hard. At that, Sirius let out the dirtiest, most pornographic groan you’d ever heard, and you felt his hot seed explode into you. His thrusts slowly ceased as he pulled out And collapsed onto you. He was breathing heavy into your neck and your first thought was to stroke his hair and back, praising him.

“That was so fucking great, Sirius. You were so good.” You told him, whispering in his ear and petting him lovingly. Very unlike a best friend would. But, really, what could you two say about what best friends did? You felt him smiling into your collarbone. He murmured your name. “Yes?” “I think I’m in love with you.” He mumbled. You let your expression fade into a satisfied smile. “I’m in love with you, too, Sirius Black.” You said, leaning your cheek on his mop of sweat-ridden coal-black hair. “But we have to get cleaned up.” He groaned in reluctance.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his stupid joke. “Will that ever get old to you?” You asked. “Nope.” He replied.

James now owed Remus 10 galleons.

[cutielights]

Hey pookie!! I luv ur work sm and I was wondering if u could do a rottmnt boys x spider woman reader ab them reacting to her stopping a collider like miles did? Idek if u watched into the spider verse but maybe something like that if not u could wing it if you'd like tysm hope u have a good day/night! ❤️

>>:] yes. For the purposes of writing, im going to act as if you were a spider person for at least a year before this. Not supposed to be Miles’ story, but pretty similar (if that makes sense)

i waNT THE THIRD MOVIE. Frikin dying of miles morales deprivation over here, hand over the sunflower boy with in tact parents

@moonchhu THE OTHER SPIDER PERSON ONE TAG LIST

That Really Big Earthquake

LEO

“Heyyyy, I haven’t seen you in twenty four hours which truly is a record for us, I missed you, did you miss me? I bet you did right? Go on tell me aaaalllll about it.”

“So, I was just kinda minding my own business, y’know, thwipping and thwapping and going about being an awesome hero when I bumped into myself? Kinda. They looked like me, but they were different, and didn’t look like me, but, I knew they were me! Because my spider sense went off and they could do stuff I could do, but also some different stuff! And then we freaked out for a little bit before I went to auntie May to show her and she showed me four more other me’s who were hiding out in her basement and then we tried getting them home and we had to sneak about in this fancy restaurant wearing bow ties, and we cried and they went into this collider thing, also it turns out my favourite cousin was working for the evil genius corporation and he’s dead now and it feels like my fault, I’m so totally fine don’t worry about me. Howwasyourday?”

“Haha, what.”

“Stopped the collapsing of the multiverse.”

“Oh it sounds so simple when you put it like that.” Yeah okay sarcasm queen

Made you some tea after that, let’s just, take a breath for a minute, m’kay?

He has decided it’s a self care day now, at least he did after thoroughly checking you for injuries

How you do not have a concussion will always escape him, not one broken bone? Seriously? After all that?

Please remind him you’re an actual super hero and not a pane of glass

“Wait what was that about your cousin?”

RAPH

“Hey! How was your weekend?”

“Crazier than yours.”

“Okay, Bet.”

One explanation later sponge bob narrator voice

“Wait, so you’re telling Raph, that huge earthquake that happened, happened because of you and five alternate versions of yourself?

“That’s excluding a lot of things I just told you but, I am telling Raph that, yes.”

Huge bone crushing hugs are in order, according to him at least. And I mean, is he wrong?

Not letting you out of his sight for ages, please, Raph, let them go home

“Why are you so worried? I did it, I won!”

“It’s more the fact that it happened and less the fact that you’re mostly fine.”

DONNIE

Othello Von Ryan: Stay home, S.H.E.L.LD.O.N has picked up on some strange (possibly universal fabric destroying) activity. Also there has been some earthquake activity in the area you were in yesterday, not that I have a tracker on you. Because I don’t.

Only Two Legs: I handled it don’t worry :D

Othello Von Ryan: ?

Othello Von Ryan: Traverse to My Lab.

“Heyyy Deee.”

“Stop. Explain. This better be your attempt at humor.”

There was silence for a long while after you had messily glued together words to describe the past 24 hours, before he took a deep breath.

“First, How dare you stop the multiverse from collapsing without me that’s incredible rude. Second, therapy. Third, that earthquake and power surge destroyed My Lab, thankfully I have backup backups to my backups, but I couldn’t use the internet for an hour straight.”

“Y- You’re more concerned about the internet?”

“Not what I said. Now let me check you for a concussion.”

MIKEY

“Hey they took down those art displays.”

“The what?”

“Oh you weren’t here, BUT there was these reaaaallllyyyyy cool art statues along this street! Look, hey, look, I took pics!”

“Oh cooollluuuhhh that’s not an art display that’s five different fire hydrants merged into each other.”

“Haha yeah it does kinda look like that doesn’t it? I thought it was supposed to be a dog.”

“Mikey, no-“ You pulled him aside into an empty alleyway, trying to explain what had happened over the past twenty four hours.

It was an interesting experience, but you got there eventually.

Best believe this boy is giving you the biggest hug ever, and then buying pizza.

Oh, and Dr Feelings is going to be paying you a visit. Multiple. You can’t escape him.

“So they weren’t art displays?”

Speedily bulk writing and scheduling rn bc im going on a holiday with zero internet.

[rodolfoparras]

Imagine fucking the spot from every last hole of his and having your cum leak out of all his orifices 😫😫😫

Content warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, Spot X Top Male reader, sub spot, dom male reader, group sex (M/M/M/M), sensory deprivation, mild degradation, Power dynamic, non human anatomy (let’s say spot can’t feel a thing but likes to be used for sex)spot basically being a cum bucket, author does not care for grammar and spelling errors for once. Anon I know u didn’t say anything about group sex but I’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this and churned this thing out in an hour and it’s a lot so brace yourself Also pls don’t consider this a proper Drabble this is just me rambling djdjd

Spot is down on all four, blindfolded and surrounded with people he doesn’t know.

He knows that because he can feel rough hands digging into every inch of his skin. He can hear a choir of heavy grunts and gasps mingle with the sound of skin slapping together. He can almost taste the cocks thrusting into him. He can even smell the scent of sex lingering in the air.

Some would feel scared to be rendered in such vulnerable position but Spot isn’t, matter of fact he had wanted to do this.

See once you and spot started getting intimate you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck all of his holes and fill them up to the brim with cum but you couldn’t do that alone of course and would need help from some people.

So one day you had suggested the idea to him and he had easily agreed to do it.

You had given him a week to prepare, a week to back out if he needed it even but he never did instead he came with you to the decided location, only dressed in a simple black blindfold.

He hadn’t gotten much instructions other than to get down on all fours and use his safe word if he needed to.

So here he is, down on all four blindfolded and surrounded with people he doesn’t know.

He knows that you’re there as well, can hear your voice. He just doesn’t know if it’s your hand on his shoulder. All he knows it’s a rather demeaning grip, uncaring if they’re being gentle with him, only meant to sturdy the person in question as they’re trusting their cock into one of his holes.

He can feel another hand on him, blunt nails sinking into the supple skin of his ass as they thrust their cock into the spot just under his buttocks.

He can also feel fingers shoved into the hole on his face while someone’s thrusting a cock into the spot on his neck.

He should feel embarrassed. These unknown people are treating him as if he were nothing but a form full of holes where you could just shove your cock into it, cum and leave it gaping for more.

But for some reason he doesn’t feel embarrassed, instead he feels rather proud with how good of a job he’s doing right now.

See the group of people will each find a hole, and fuck into it until someone cums. Once someone does, they rotate to find another hole and when they find it, they do the process all over again til they manage to reach their goal.

So far they’ve rotated rather quickly, spot’s surprised that he isn’t filled to the brim right know because he can almost taste the bucket loads of cum at the back of his throat, can feel the many cocks at the very pit of his stomach but it takes a while until squelching sounds can be heard along with the sound of something dripping to the floor.

“Oh god looks like you made a mess,” he hears you say, false concern dripping from your tone.

And that’s when he realizes. You’ve actually managed to fill him up to the brim to the point where cum is leaking out of his holes and dripping to the floor.

And Spot is slightly embarrassed, doesn’t know what to say, just stays kneeling on all four, blindfolded and surrounded in puddles of cum.

“How about you clean it up for us, yeah?” He hears you speak again. There’s an echo of agreements, even some laughter can be heard.

He quickly snaps out of his embarrassment and scurries to do as he’s told. However before he can go any further someone’s pressing a boot clad foot against his shoulder, halting him from going any further.

“Only with your face Jonathan” he hears you say again, can almost see the smile on your face in his head.

“Of course sir” is all he says in response before he lowers his head to the ground.

[strgrlxox]

𓆞 something beautiful 🐚

🌊  ↺ okay it's been a whileee holy shit also i half-assed the proof-reading so if u see any mistakes...no u don't (be gentle w me, okay??) 😭:/ ❞¸

+ ¸ ❞ ellie's looking mighty edible in that picture also 🤤 ↺ 🌊

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🌊 || SUMMARY :: your first time w ellie

🌊 || CONTAINS :: horny!reader lmao. take a hit every time i say the word "need" and ur lungs might explode. oral (r). fingering (e). unrealistic couch sex lmao.

🌊 || WORD COUNT :: 2.3k

she was absolutely lethal. perfect and methodical and addicting and lethal. all day, your mind raced with a million and one thoughts, all of which led back to ellie. always ellie. you needed her, desperately, and it killed you.

the relationship was fairly new, the two of you have never gone farther than a few heated kisses that only left you panting and starved. you were pretty good at maintaining your composure for the most part...but not today. not with the dream you had about her last night.

ellie had invited you over to hers, and even though something in your face seemed hesitant, you were quick to agree which she was overjoyed about. she had missed you and was excited to see you again.

even though you tried your best to mask it, ellie could still tell something was bugging you as soon as you stepped through the door. she could hear it in the way the door slammed shut, she could feel it when you threw your keys on the table near the entrance. you were ravenous, the desire to feel her growing much too persistent to ignore. you could only hope that maybe you'd get lucky, that she'd notice and take care of you.

unfortunately for you, ellie mistook your need for anger. she just assumed you had a bad day at work.

"are you okay?" she speaks gently, so softly it breaks you. you mumble a reply under your breath, not trusting your voice to conceal how you truly feel. your plan was to let the feeling fester until it (eventually) simmered down. 

ellie, however, didn’t seem to agree with your unspoken “plan”. she had never seen you this dismayed. tired? of course. annoyed? sure. but whatever happened today left you in a state she couldn't quite pinpoint. she contemplates pushing until you tell her the root of the problem but decides against it, figuring you'll tell her when you're ready.

you sit next to her on the couch, doing your best to participate in conversation like you normally would...but fuck does she make it hard. why did she have to look so good? 

she felt your stare. "what are you thinking about?" she asks in a sing song-y voice.

you, always you. you fought hard to shake the thoughts away, hating that her voice was silk and unknowingly seductive. 

"babe?"

she's speaking but you can barely hear her over your thoughts.

"babe?" she calls out harsher to garner your attention. it reminds you of how it feels when she plays rough with you. pinning you down, straddling you. what always started as something silly quickly turned into a heated kiss after your laughs died down. 

but there were gentler times also––––much more tranquil and dreamlike. like when she'd ask you to be still so she could craft your beauty onto a blank page or a bare canvas––––sometimes, she told you to pose so she could snap pictures of you on her camera or on her phone when she felt particularly sappy. she liked to look at them when she missed you but she'd never admit that to you.

"are you feeling okay?" the concern in her voice almost makes you laugh.

you hum. 

"yeah, ellie. i feel fine." it's a lie, purely for survival. her eyes squint and she looks at you like she can see right through you, you really wish she could. 

"i know when you're lying."

she waits for a response but you don't give one.

"just tell me what's wrong so i can fix it." she almost whines. you like the way it sounds, it only fuels your need. "let me help."

you shut your eyes and her hands cup your cheeks, the warmth of her palms spreading over your skin. you can hear it when she starts to speak again, words as gentle as her hands, but you cut her off.

"just kiss me, ellie." she seems caught off guard by the sudden request and hesitates. so with the sweetest voice you can muster, you whisper a soft. "please."

ellie groaned at the plea. the sound is primal and desperate. she could never deny you. not when you sounded so wanting––––so beautiful, so good. her hand rests on the back of your neck, pulling you into her as she leans in. you follow her mouth like it's magnetic. the kiss is passionate and intense, and you melt into her. you love the way she could always kiss you and make you forget everything––––how to stand and how to breathe. sometimes, when ellie would kiss you, you’d forget about all the air in the world except for what was in her lungs. you let your hands dance in her hair as you smile into her mouth, letting her taste you.

"i need you ellie." you pant against her open mouth and she listens to your every word with rapt attention. "i need you so bad."

she looks at you like you've answered her every prayer. swallowing deeply, breath fanning softly over your face. "are you sure?"

you groan, pulling her mouth to yours again just to taste her before pulling away.

"yeah, okay." she consumed your mouth again––––sucking your tongue into hers, pulling you as close to her as she possibly could. you straddle her lap, and you can feel the sharp intake of breath she takes when you let your kisses trail down her neck. 

you whine against her skin before pulling back and tilting your head, giving her your neck to taste. her hands feeling all over your skin like she couldn't touch you everywhere at once. her palms are a comfort as they rub soothing circles on your hips. she can sense your overwhelming exhilaration and she's trying to calm you. 

"tell me..." her breaths are heavy and her voice is filled with lust. "what you want or you get nothing."

you whimper, grinding your hips against hers once––––desperate for some kind of friction. "want you."

she smiles. "you already have me, baby––––you know that. try harder."

the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic.

"i want you to fuck me. i wanna be embarrassed tomorrow because all i can think about is what you did to me and how much i loved it." you moan in her ear, it's thin and needy.

she inhales quickly, a slow shudder trailing over her body. "lay back for me, babe."

the groan in her voice is enough to catch your attention and compel you to obey her command. you let your body rest against the couch. 

she is gentle. removing your shirt slowly and kissing softly on your exposed skin. leaving some marks as she trails down your body, lifting your skirt up over your hips. "can i taste you, baby?" 

you hum at her, nodding eagerly. she chuckles up at you, placing a few chaste kisses on your left thigh before doing the same to your right. she moves your panties to one side, and you can't help but shiver at her heavy breaths against your core.

"fuck, baby," she's panting, lips agape as she lets her finger run over your entrance. "you're so wet, already..."

her gaze meets yours and though you want to, you can't bring yourself to look away. you look in her eyes and you can see the change. the moment when her want turned into need. when her craving for you grew past the point of return. "how long have you wanted this?"

you whimper, finally willing yourself to break away from her stare. "so fucking long."

she laughs again, shaking her head and then placing a little kiss on your clit that has your hips jolting. "you could've just asked, babe," 

she flattened her tongue, licking from your entrance to just below your clit before moving back down.

"i'll know––––" your voice gets caught on a moan when she lets the tip of her tongue flick across you. "fuck, i'll know for next time."

she hums into you, the vibrations make your eyes water. you shut your eyes, your chest heaving. because as good as you imagined sex with ellie would be, your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. the way she holds your legs open so that she can devour you properly. how she sucks and licks and lets her fingers fuck into you. and when she looks up at you so that she can see all the pretty faces you make and you can see how fucking pussy drunk she looks. she moans into you, humping into the couch because the taste of you turns her on so much it aches.

you squirm when she sucks at your clit, hard then soft, but she maintains a strong grip on your thighs, keeping you firmly pressed into her mouth. she got a taste of you and she was fucking reeling, she wasn't gonna let you run.

"fuck, ellie." you whine again, your hand flying to her hair. "it feels so good, i'm so fucking close." 

she flattens her tongue again before pulling away and letting her face rest on your thigh. you go to object but it turns into another moan when she starts to finger-fuck you harder. "yeah? i can feel you squeezing me."

you would've been embarrassed if it didn't feel so good. 

"it's like you're trying to trap me inside you." she coos, her free hand still holding your thigh. "it's okay, i got you. let it all out for me."

and then her mouth is on you again, she's taking everything you have to give and begging you for more. all the tenderness in movements has vanished, it's quickly replaced with pure desperation. she's desperate to make you cum, to feel you tremble around her fingers, to taste the glories of your rapture. she needs it, maybe as much as you do. her fingers speed up and her tongue becomes more erratic. just sucking and licking like a woman gone mad until all you can do is slump in her hold and watch as she consumes you. 

she's practically growling into your core, it says 'take it, take it, take it' and you comply. you take what she's giving you until it's all you can feel. until all the noises go away, you're whole body clenches, and you cum all over her face. 

she licks it up greedily and you whine, trying to push her away. 

"be still. this is what you wanted, isn't it?" it's the most forceful she's ever spoken to you but you don't think twice about whimpering in surrender. "you've made such a mess...someone has to clean you up, hm?"

so she does–––––licking you up, moaning into you until you're crying from the overstimulation and she takes pity on you.

"okay, sweet girl." she coos when she sits up and you're still trembling. "you did so good for me, taste so sweet."

you laugh weakly, reaching for her so that she can kiss you. she smiles into your lips. "your turn now."

she laughs, shaking her head. but you can look in her eyes and tell it takes everything in her to deny your request. "you don't gotta worry about me."

you pout tiredly letting your hands meet her waist so that you can unbutton her jeans. she breathes heavily into your mouth, while you tug the denim down her legs––––she helps you, shimming out of her pants. ellie climbs so that she's hovering over your lap. you shoved your hands into her boxers, face softening when she whimpers. your fingers rubbed soft circles over her already soaking clit. "are you sure you don't want me to help you?"

she's looking at you with pleading eyes, practically drooling over you.

"want your fingers, baby." she kisses you again, and you bite her lip. "wanna feel you inside me, please."

you're high off the contrast, how easily she could go from so demanding to begging for you. she kisses you again while you slide one finger inside her aching cunt, then one more. you give her your neck to grip while you make contact with her. you bite your lip at her look of embarrassment because of how easily your fingers slid in.

"holy shit," she moans out, louder than she probably meant to but your fingers are curled inside her just right and it feels so perfect. "fuck, baby, you feel so good."

you hum, picking up the pace and relishing in all the pretty sounds she makes, all the moans and gentle breaths of your name. 

"you're so pretty, ellie." 

"thank––thank you." she half laughs and half whimpers. "you're pretty too"

you smile up at her, picking up your pace a little. you curl your fingers into her and her lips mold into an 'o' shape as a long moan leaves her agape mouth.

"right there, baby?" you hum, observing the way her legs are already trembling. 

"right," she hitches, her vision blacking out for a second. "there."

her mouth meets yours again so that you can taste her ecstasy. the closer she gets the slower her kisses grow until she's moaning against your lips and her legs are shaking through her orgasm. you rode it out for her before taking your fingers out of her trembling cunt. you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting the mess she made, moaning around your fingers as her flavor melted on your tongue. “mmm, tastes so good."

for a while, you just sit there, basking in your leisure and the warmth of her body heat. she reaches over to the coffee table, grabbing her sketchbook and pen. 

she leans back so that her back is pressed against the armrest of the couch, gesturing for you to lean into her. you cuddle into her side, watching her silently as she starts sketching. she doesn't speak and you don't either. you simply watch her while she makes something beautiful.

[lovebugism]

I know this is early, but fights on Christmas for the prompts thingy. Maybe with Punchy x Eddie? Or with Steve?

ty for requesting angel! hope u like it :D — eddie tells you that his dad is coming to hawkins for christmas and an argument ensues (peach x eddie, angst, hurt/comfort tw for toxic parents, 1.5k)

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The smell of a homecooked dinner lingers in the air, warm and nostalgic. You spoon the leftovers into plastic containers for when Wayne gets home from the graveyard shift. Eddie’s laughter sounds from the distance, where he takes a phone call in the living room. The sound is warmer. More nostalgic.

He hangs up and walks back to you, wearing a bright pink grin that shows all his teeth.

“Who was that?” you ask, smiling because he is.

Eddie shrugs, trying to be nonchalant despite his beaming. He crosses his arms and leans against the counter across from you. “That was— That was my dad, actually,” he tells you, still a bit dazed about the whole thing. He’d almost forgotten what his father’s voice sounded like before now.

Your grin fades. “…What?”

He nods with his brows raised behind his fluffy bangs. “Yeah. He’s, uh— He wants to come to Hawkins for Christmas, apparently. Said he’s finally got some time off work, so he’s gonna drive up here in a few days and stay for a while.”

Work doesn’t mean work — not with Alan, anyway. You know this, so you’re not entirely sure why Eddie doesn’t. If you had to guess, the asshole got up to too much trouble and needs a place to lay low until it all dies down.

You try to be supportive of your smiling boy, but your concern is evident, practically dripping from your features. “Oh. That’s… That’s… Does Wayne know?”

“Um, I don’t know. He didn’t say.”

“Don’t you know why that is?” you ask him, trying to laugh. It comes out much more bitter than you intended it to.

“Uh… No?”

You drop the wooden spoon into the bowl and face him entirely. Your hip digs into the counter’s edge — a distant pain that doesn’t rival your burning anger. “He’s not telling Wayne because he knows Wayne won’t let him stay.”

Eddie’s chin jerks back like he’s flinching. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says with a forced chuckle.

You sigh. You don’t want to be insensitive, but his obliviousness makes you impatient. 

“Eddie… He’s… Your dad…” You try to explain it all to him, but you can’t find the words to. There are far too many ways to describe his father, and you come up short in the end. “I mean— you’re not letting him come, right?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he laughs.

“Because he doesn’t deserve to see you, Eddie. Or Wayne— He doesn’t care about either of you, you know that.”

Eddie goes agape with shock. You’re not usually so confrontational. You’re unusually argumentative, and it surprises him — offends him. “You say that like you know anything about him,” he argues with a scoff. He’s still smiling but there’s little warmth behind it.

“You don’t know anything about him!” you retort, a little harsher than you mean to. Your hands flail as you gesture wildly. “He doesn’t know anything about you, either, Eddie. He’s an addict. He chose thatover you a long time ago.”

Eddie clenches his teeth. You can see it in the way his temples shift. “I told you that because I trusted you,” he says with a tight jaw, trying not to show you how angry he is. “Not for you to use against me—”

“I’m not using it against you, Eddie. I’m trying to protect you!”

He scoffs a cynical laugh. “Well, you’re doing an awful good job of that, aren’t you, Peach?”

His unusual bitterness stings somewhere deep in your chest. 

You don’t know why he’s being so blind. 

Except, you sorta do. You’re the resident expert of letting assholes into your life over and over and over again — like a kicked puppy that doesn’t know when to stop coming back.

That’s the root of your frustration, you think. You know a lot more than he’s giving you credit for, and it’s infuriating to be written off so easily.

You huff and turn away from him again. You pop the lids onto the tupperware containers to busy your trembling hands. “Fine. Let him come. I don’t care. I’m not the one that’s gonna get my heart broken after all this.”

“Wow,” Eddie muses, dragging the vowel for effect. “That’s real sweet, babe— what would I do without you?”

You leave the bowls to cool on the container and disappear down the hallway. You go to his bedroom for your bag, and he doesn’t follow behind you — you’re not sure you want him to. After nearly a week in the trailer, you figure you’ve spent entirely too much time together. 

And as much as it hurts, you know it’s not the end of the world.

If you and Eddie — the neurotic type A and the laid-back-to-a-fault type B — can survive hanging up  Christmas decorations together, you’re pretty sure your relationship can survive just about anything.

He’s still lingering at the counter when you get back, idling like he’s been waiting for your return. He sees your bag slung over your shoulder and deflates like a popped balloon. “Where are you going?” he wonders despite his ebbing anger.

“Home. It’s getting late.”

“It’s barely nine o’clock.”

“Exactly,” you hum, stilling when you reach his side. You press a chaste kiss to the apple of his cheek and walk towards the door without looking back. “Call me when you tell Wayne.”

“C’mon, Peach. You don’t have to go.”

You turn back with your hand on the rusted brass door knob. “I’m mad at you,” you say with a soft smile on your lips.

Eddie grins back at you but doesn’t press it any further. You’re allowed to be angry. Hell, he’s still a little angry, too. And if you wanna be alone, then so be it — as long as you’re back in his bed when all the bullshit’s over with.

‘Cause he’s mature and everything like that now.

That’s why he just smiles as he tells you, “Call me when you get home.”

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You call him when you get home that night.

He calls you the next morning when Wayne gets home, all worked up because his uncle took the news about as well as you did. 

You’re not a total asshole, so you don’t rub it in his face. When he comes to you after a few more days have passed — fighting back tears because his dad ditched him all over again — there are no I told you so’s. No bitterness or stupid comebacks. 

You just hold him and love on him like you always do. He needs that now more than ever, you figure.

You sit with him on your couch while he hides his tears in your lap. His dirty sneakers scuff the cushions that you’re usually a stickler about keeping clean. You quickly find that you don’t care as much as you thought you did, because you’ve never seen your boy so sad. 

It makes your chest ache. Like his heartache is your own in some way.

“I’m an idiot,” Eddie grouses, muffled into the pillow in your lap. He feels like one, anyway. He’s spending the week before Christmas crying his eyes out because he was too stubborn to listen to you. 

He’s a total dumbass. 

The dumbest of dumbasses.

Your fingers dance through the soft strands of his chestnut hair, scratching gently at his scalp to keep him grounded. “No, you’re not, Eds. Your dad’s just an asshole.”

He scoffs, managing a small laugh despite his tear-stained face. “Yeah. That too.”

“And that’s not your fault, either. You know that.”

“No, I know,” he insists, sniffling as he turns onto his back. His chocolate eyes are rimmed red and slightly glassy. His cheeks are softly flushed, speckled with a rosy heat. Strands of hair stick to his wet jaw. You smooth them away with the palm of your hand while he wipes at his reddened nose with the back of his.

“I just… I guess I just thought he’d changed, you know?” he confesses, voice wet with emotion.

You nod sympathetically. “I know. It’s the worst feeling in the fucking world.”

You have a different kind of experience in that department — the skeleton in your closet that always comes back to haunt you department. For you, it’s Billy. For Eddie, it’s Alan. The sting is a different one, but it still hurts in the same place.

“I should’ve listened to you, huh?” Eddie asks, the corner of his lips curled into a sad smile.

“I know why you didn’t want to,” you assure, smoothing your palm over the top of his wild head. You hope the warmth of your touch will aid his inevitable post-cry headache. “But I didn’t say it to hurt your feelings, you know that, right?”

“I know. I knew it then, too, I just… didn’t want to believe it, I guess.”

“I know what it’s like,” you promise. And then, when you see his mouth twist into an apology, you cut him off as gently as you can. “And don’t apologize for it, either. It’s okay, Eds. I promise.”

He grins at you, still a bit weighed down with leftover emotion. 

His eyes squeeze shut when you swipe tears from beneath them, the edges of them crinkling ever so slightly. And when he opens them again, they glimmer with a newfound life. 

No one on earth is as resilient as your boy.

[briefinquiries]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Lifeline

Prompt: can you write something where luke is struggling with ptsd symptoms? Maybe he’s having nightmares or something & the reader helps him work through it? 

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, flashbacks, ptsd mention

A/N: thanks for the request, hope u enjoy xx. 

Luke slides into bed beside you. It’s late– the clock beside the bed reading nearly one in the morning. 

“Hi,” you mumble, voice sounding exhausted and thick with sleep. You turn before he gets a chance to lay his head on the pillow, sliding your body closer to his and reaching for him. “Welcome home.”

“Hi baby,” Luke replies quietly. He wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you the rest of the way to his chest, to the spot you always manage to fit so perfectly. 

“Missed you,” you say, eyes barely cracking open in a way that makes his entire chest ache. 

“I missed you, too,” he murmurs, planting his lips on the crown of your head, right near your hairline. Guilt pours through his insides– a feeling he was no stranger to. Although his switch to the bureau allowed him to be home more than when he was with the fugitive task force, (or God knows, the army) he is still gone far more often than he wants to be. 

You rest your head in the nape of his neck and wind an arm around his waist, sighing a breath of relief like it was the first time you’ve been able to exhale since he’s been gone. 

And while you’re the last thing on his mind before he drifts into an uneasy sleep, Luke still has the same dream that’s haunted him since his army days. Soon, he finds himself running through the desert, down alleys frantically, the gun he kept holstered to his side in his hand– alert, on guard, and searching for something... or someone he can’t find.

…

When you wake up, it’s dark in the bedroom and the moonlight casts shadows through the sheer curtains of your shared bedroom. When you shift on the mattress, you’re alone; the bed beside you is cold and empty– a feeling you’re all too familiar with. 

But then you remember soft lips against your hair– and murmurs from the sweetest voice you will ever hear, so vivid that you know you couldn’t have just dreamt him coming home. 

“Luke?” You sit up and look around the room. Even without the light on, you can see his to-go bag resting by the door, a clear sign that you hadn’t imagined everything. And then the sound of running water becomes clear in the distance– pushing itself into your hazy consciousness. 

Quietly, you get up, shivering once your feet hit the floor, before walking to the bathroom door. 

You knock once, pressing your ear against the wood for a response that doesn’t come. You walk in anyway– sighing a shaky breath as soon as you see him standing in the shower, his back facing you. 

“Luke, what’re you doing? It’s three in the morning,” you say. 

But as soon as the words fall from your lips, you can tell that something is wrong. His head is hanging low, water tumbling from his loose, wet curls as they stream down the rest of his body. His shoulders are tense– the muscles tightened while he sways slightly. 

“Luke?” you repeat, taking a tentative step forward. 

He flinches– just the slightest bit, so subtle you wouldn’t have even caught it had your concern not forced your mind to become more alert. “Yeah–” he chokes out, his voice trying so desperately to sound normal, but the undertone of fear– panic, even, bled through. “I’m good,” he says, sounding nearly breathless. “Go back to bed–”

As if, you think. 

You take another step forward before reaching for the sliding glass of the shower. Gently, you tug it open. The water barely hit your hand, but you can feel how cold it is. Luke hated cold showers– in fact, he hated any shower temperature that didn’t practically scald his skin. You wonder if he’s even aware– or maybe he’s been in here so long all the hot water is just gone. 

“Luke,” you repeat, not caring that the shirt you’d fallen asleep in (which was conveniently his) was getting slightly sprayed. You reach your hand in and place it delicately on his back. “Luke– let’s get out of the shower.”

“I’m good–” he says again, voice thick. “I just… I just need a minute, I’m good.” As soon as he’s done speaking, you notice his shoulders shudder. 

Fuck it, before you can think, you discard the shirt you’re wearing on the floor and step out of the shorts you’d slept in and climb into the shower. Bracing for the cold, you wind your arms around his middle and rest your head against his freezing, tense back. 

Luke startles, jumping slightly at the contact. But he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he grasps for your forearm as your hands move to settle on his chest. The second you lay your head against the crease in his back, you feel something in him shift. A shuddered sob– one you can tell he’s been trying to hold in, escapes his mouth. He gasps, his grip on your forearm tightening, like he’s reaching for something. 

Good– let me be your lifeline, I’ll hold on tight, I’ll never let you go. 

You’re soaked within seconds, the water coating your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in each drop’s wake. Gently, you plant your lips against his skin– across his back, along his shoulder blade, and you feel the way his breathing is rapid and choppy beneath your touch. 

You stand there for seconds or minutes or hours– you can’t really tell. But eventually, Luke opens his mouth and speaks– a sound so sweet, you think you might cry, because it means he’s here… with you… right now. 

“God, it’s freezing–”

You nod against his back, your own body starting to tremble. “Can we get out?” You ask, not wanting to be pushy or demanding, but almost certain you were about to catch pneumonia or something. 

He nods slowly before reaching to snap off the water. For a moment, he stands there– completely still. You’re about to start worrying again when his head turns towards you with a frown. 

“You’re shivering–” he notices for the first time. “What–” his voice trails off, like he isn’t entirely sure what’s been happening. 

Truthfully, it scares you. Luke was always the put together one– the strong one– the one who held you close when things were falling apart. You don’t know how to reverse the roles, but you have to. It isn’t a choice. 

“It’s okay,” you say. You reach for your towel– hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wind it around Luke’s shoulders. As soon as you step out of the shower, you grab one for yourself under the sink and wrap it around your body before turning back towards Luke. He’s standing in the same position that you left him in. 

Gently, you reach for his hand and tug him towards you. He snaps out of his trance again and steps out of the shower, not protesting when you begin to wipe his shoulders and back with the towel. He takes it from you and begins to dry himself off– a sign of life that you welcome. 

“You got it?” 

He nods, giving you enough confidence to hurry for the bedroom. You grab sweatpants and sweatshirts from his closet– enough for the both of you. Quickly, you slide on the clothing before bringing the rest to him. 

“Here,” you say, holding the sweatpants out first. 

Luke takes them, then the sweatshirt and slides them on swiftly. 

He still seems absent– like he’s not all there. But at least he’s moving– at least he’s dressing himself. When he’s done, he stands there, your damp towel in his hands like he doesn’t quite know what to do with it. You take it from him, hanging it on the hook before reaching for Luke’s hand. Carefully, you guide him out of the bathroom and towards the bed, where you both take a seat on the edge of the mattress. 

“Luke–” you begin. When his attention doesn’t shift, you reach for his sleeve and tug. “Luke, look at me,” you plead. 

It takes him a minute– but he does. His eyes are watery– filled to the brim with agony. It makes something inside your chest crack at the sight. Because it was so obvious that you loved this man… the one standing in front of you looking so broken, so hurt– with everything inside of you. You know, in that moment, and in every moment, that you’d do anything for him, absolutely anything. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask gently.

“I’m–” he begins. 

But you shake your head. “You’re not okay.”

You watch his teeth sink into his lower lip– like he’s trying to alleviate just a little pressure inside of himself. 

“Was it a bad case?” You press. 

Slowly, he shakes his head. 

“A nightmare?”

You get a nod, now we’re getting somewhere. 

“Afghanistan?”

Another nod. 

“Luke– what happened over there– I know I can’t imagine. I know I don’t know, but it’s over. You made it home. You’re here, with me. You’re safe–”

“I shouldn’t be,” he whispers. He uses his fingers to comb back his damp curls. “I shouldn’t have made it back– I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have been allowed to come back.”

You take a moment to compose yourself. Because just the thought of something happening to Luke while he was in the army all those years ago– of him not coming home to you, was enough to make you sick. But this isn’t about you, or your needs, or your inability to comprehend Luke’s guilty conscience. This was about him– his perception, his reality. 

“The things I saw,” he whispers, voice cracking. “The things I did. It’s… it’s unforgivable. I shouldn’t have lived through that–”

You can’t help the tears that surface in your eyes, but you fight like hell to hold them back while you listen. 

“I tried to do what I was told– I mean, I did do what I was told. But the lives… the innocent lives that were taken because of me, because of things I did…”

There are no words. You know that. So, instead, you reach out and gather his hand with your own– still freezing from the shower, and hold on tight. 

“I see their faces– in my dreams… my nightmares,” he whispers. “I remember all of their faces.”

He snaps his mouth shut and is quiet for a long time. “It never even changed anything. They died because I had orders that killing them was our best strategy– because maybe, just maybe, someone we were looking for was hiding in their house.”

He sighed, head hanging low. You bend and lift your leg, resting it on the mattress, and slide close enough so that you can lean your head in the nape of Luke’s neck. 

“None of it mattered. Their deaths meant nothing– they were just a number we’d sign off on and say was worth it– but it never was. All those people– they all died and it meant nothing. I should have died–” 

You squeeze your eyes shut and bury your face further into Luke’s neck, your hand releases his so that you can wrap your arms around him instead. 

“Sorry baby,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to wake you up because of a stupid bad dream.”

Luke had this habit of pulling away– especially when the topic of his time in Afghanistan came up. But you don’t want him to feel like he has to brush this under the rug– to pretend this doesn’t haunt his dreams. 

So, even though it’s the last thing you want to hear about, you plead, “Tell me about the dream.”

Luke pulls away slightly, looking down at you. “You don’t want to hear about this stuff,” he assures you. 

You nod. “You’re right– I’m sure I don’t. But I’d rather hear about it all night than know it’s sitting in your head festering. Luke, this stuff is awful– and I know… I know hearing about it won’t make me understand any of it. But you’re not alone– I’m here, as unhelpful as I may be with knowing what the right thing to say is– or how to handle any of this, I’m here. You don’t have to be alone.”

Luke nods, wrapping his own arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”

You say it back– like you have a thousand times, like you will say a thousand more. And he doesn’t talk about it– at least not yet. So, you sit with him, until the sun pours hues of orange through the curtain– until he can breathe again. 

And you know the war is far from over– that the battle inside his mind is raging on. But for now, you hold him tight and you remind him with your touch that he’s not alone in any of these feelings– that as long as you can help it, he will never be alone, and you let it be. 

[cindol]

“ QUANXI GF HCS ! ”

request : Hi! You said you take requests? I don’t use tumblr often so idk if I’m requesting in the right place, I think you already recently did one about Quanxi but could you make more similar Quanxi x reader post? Or just some of your Quanxi headcanons?(*'▽'*)

quanxi x fem reader

﹒.ᐟ 𐚁 cw— non devil au if that makes sense, Quanxi and reader are in their early 20s, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess), fluff,

a/n : just a lil side note, requests are easier when you use the inbox underneath my bio y’all and anyone new to tumblr ! But i hope u enjoy dear user

Let’s make one thing clear, Quanxi isn’t the type of partner you have to ask to do sweet couple things. Sometimes out of the blue when watching a movie with her she’ll ask what’s your dream trip or dream date and it’s one and done just when you don’t expect it.

It’s a shock when she gives a simple text like "we're going on a date 2nite.” and another big shock when she takes you to your dream movie date with just emptiness except the sounds of you both giggling and doing commentary on the comedy movie playing.

“How’d you even pull the strings to get this done for me babe?” Quanxi would just respond with shrugging shoulders.“I have my ways, just enjoy the movie baby.”

Quanxi isn’t shy to the camera, she will gladly let you show her off on any social media account. If it’s Instagram stories she’s waving to the camera and giving you a subtle surprise kiss making you gasp. She’s not very active on social media either but always comments positive sweet comments under mainly your Instagram comment section.

It’s surprising to those who don’t know her but she’s big on petnames with you, always calling you babe, baby or sweetheart just so casually. It catches you off guard too hearing her say a pet name in such a smith soothing voice and she knows the effect it has on you that’s why she did it. She liked walking up behind you when you’re so in your own world just to whisper,“hey sweetheart.” in your ear making you gasp and turn around whining at her teasing.

Quanxi isn’t one of those insecure men who don’t like their girlfriend feeling confident, she believes and she knows she’s much better than that. When you look pretty in a nice skirt she lets you know you look pretty. Pulling you by the hips and sniffing your neck makes you giggle.“I’m a tasty snack or something quanxi?”

She just hummed and kept sniffing you, pulling you closer and closer.“the tastiest.”

She doesn’t shy from affection either and even loves giving it back, from the soft kisses she gives you on your neck to sitting you on her lap. Sometimes she likes to be handsy with you too, groping your ass at random when just laying down with you on a shared bed, making you giggle.“ ‘xi you’re so..handsy today y’know?” she would just continue groping you now with both hands copping a feel of both your cheeks while you lay sighing and snickering at how she didn’t respond back.

Quanxi cares more about you than herself more than she should, she believes you come first over anything and is a big sharer with you. If the both of you are at some cafe or restaurant sharing food for two she’ll always let you take the last bite or last sip of the Sunday smoothie. In the mornings she’ll have you waking up coming downstairs to the smell of blueberry pancakes topped with powdered sugar. Even when you show concern if she’s gonna eat she just smiles it off.“I’m sure I’ll conjure something up sweetheart, just eat yeah? Cooked my ass off whipping the batter for those.” Even still you shared her pancakes with her.

Quanxi is always there to make sure you’re feeling good too and that means mentally too, if you just look zoned out and out of it she’ll make sure to tend to you, laying you down and really asking if you’re okay.

Quanxi loves when you take care of her too, she finds it adorable when she has a robe on just watching you from the bedroom with the door open as you make a bath for her. She always wants to be sharing something with you at least so she makes you get into the bath with her to bathe with her. You barely wash at first, just staring at your girlfriend with her white hair down without it’s ponytail and her right eye not having the usual black eye patch.

It’s just nice to see her so relaxed with her arms sitting on the ledges of the tub. You and quanxi always wash one another in the tub too, with quanxi washing your body and you squeezing some shampoo into her hair.

Quanxi will fight for you, she could care less if someone is speaking about her but what she won’t respect is someone calling you out your name. If some man is trying to call you some kind of bitch or a word similar to that in public she's immediately turning around with you interlinking your arm with hers and a passive aggressive smile on her face.“pardon?”

When this man stutters just standing around scratching his head she scoffs chuckling.”what I fuckin thought.,” and walking off with you pouting and scolding her.

[w0rmm1lk]

Hiiii! I’m back in my bnha phase and I’m here for a request!

Could you write Bakugo (or Kirishima) x nonbinary! S/o who’s like, extremely selfless and tends to forget about taking care of themselves since they’re usually focused on taking care/helping other people?

yesss ofc!

(I wrote this in a headcannon format I hope u don’t mind <3)

characters: kirishima

summary: nb!reader needs to take care of themself but luckily they have a certain someone there for them.

warnings: swearing

🪨- when I say you are selfless I mean I’m the way of— carrying around a bag constantly filled with snacks, bandaids, water ect. You don’t like fountain water? You also have bottled. Even carrying pads in shit for the girls

🪨-Kiri loves how much you be taking care of everyone tbh. 🪨- gets stressed out bc he can’t rlly call you manly or womanly.

🪨- ends up just calling you humanly.

🪨- he didn’t notice at first that you weren’t taking care of yourself.

🪨- mainly because you were concerningly good at hiding it.

🪨- he noticed the first signs when you had slight dark circles under your eyes.

🪨- he mentioned it around some classmates only to quickly learn you had been acting as a therapist for todoroki like every night????

🪨- he then soon realised how dehydrated you were when someone offered you some water and you downed the entire bottle in less than thirty seconds.

🪨- he was genuinely concerned. Like asked you about it with this really weird look on his face.

🪨- “uh— Y/N? You doin okay— I swear I just watched you unhinged your jaw for that water—“

🪨- “oh yeah I’m doin great! Don’t worry about me I just haven’t drank water in a while lol.”

🪨- “a while as in a few hours…right”

🪨- “right…?”

🪨- “…”

🪨- “y/n. When did you last drink water—“

🪨- at first he didn’t think much of it— maybe you were just a little forgetful recently since exams were coming up.

🪨- he was very wrong.

🪨- he watch you as you basically teleported across the room because someone lost their pen.

🪨- kirishima finally realised he need to talk to you about it when he noticed you hauling about 3x the normal amount of clothing you washed towards the laundry room.

🪨- “hey y/n-! I— I didn’t know you owned *that* much clothing—“ he sounded weirdly awkward as he tried to not be too forward about the situation.

🪨- “oh! I heard denki and Mina mention they were behind on chores because of how much they’ve both been studying compared to normal since Momo offered to tutor them… so I decided I would help them out!”

🪨- “y/n… as a man I really respect how much you care about out class but— isn’t this a little too much? You should really take care of yourself more…”

🪨- his words made you think a bit… it had been a really long time since you did anything for yourself.

🪨- “well… I feel like it’s a little rude to stop what I’m doing right now after I promised them—“

🪨- “after you finish this then.. and let me help! It’s not very manly of me to watch my partner carry this much stuff without helping!”

🪨- his idea of you resting was watching movies in his dorm as he heald onto you so tight that you didn’t even have a chance to attempt to escape.

Ngl I was struggling wit this one but that’s 1 more post out there so 🕺🕺

[knock-o]

STALKER! NOBU

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ko speaks ⭐️ : this was an idea floating in head i just had to share!! not so much stalker as it is batshit insane shinobu but yeah… WE ARE NOT ROMANTICIZING STALKERS!! you don’t find any of it attractive in the fic nor should u find this attractive irl…😕 thank u ms springs for the song inspo!! ( stranger danger - hemlocke springs )

warnings !! kinda dark, no smut but definitely more descriptive imagery of gore . not proofread and i am not the best pacer ever guys!!

mdni !! darker content under the cut

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it started off as genuine worry.

shinobu was a hashira and you weren’t, plain and simple.

it didn’t matter that you could slice the head off a demon or that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself.. she couldn’t trust it.

you were weaker than her sister and look what happened to her! god, she was so weak she knew she had to kill herself to take out one demon.

how could she possibly feel comfortable letting her weak and pathetic girlfriend walk around without her protection?

so she sends her crow to follow you out on missions, she gets information from everyone around you and not once does she think twice about it

she starts killing demons quickly and comes to help you wherever you are ( but you never told her where you were going , so how does she know ? )

shinobu urges you to come back to hers, so she can take care of you, so she can tend to you properly, be your dependable girlfriend that you love so very much.

it’s only when you’re in the process of being patched up that you ask her to let you handle things by yourself. so you can be stronger for her!!

her face tenses up but her smile is unwavering. she nods softly and leans down to kiss the back of your hand, promising she’ll leave you alone. but when you leave she’s going insane!! “ why would you even ask?? ” she thinks. is she not being helpful, are you really begging to die..?

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at first she does well with not pestering you.. but as she’s attempting to kill this poor demon in front of her, shinobu kocho’s thoughts are all about you. how her precious girl couldn’t possibly be easing her way through this without her..

shinobu’s grip on the handle grows impossibly strong, her anger boiling over onto her perfect face and for once the smile stops.

she thrusts the tip of her sword in the demon’s neck and rips it right out.. shinobu stabs the poor thing over and over, the gurgles of agony drowned out by the pounding in her ears.

all she can hear is how you are getting disfigured, screaming in pain, and her pleading to her dead sister.

all she can think of is how this never would’ve happened had she never left you alone.

she races back to the master’s house, begging him for your whereabouts.

you’re so far away from her .. why ?

you enjoy the night life of the busy town. what better way to reward your self with killing such a pest than getting a drink or two? you don’t worry yourself with where your partner could’ve gone, he’s most likely asleep. you’ll be back at the hotel soon and he’ll be okay by himself. you’re not concerned about your girlfriend either. such a strong woman is fine by herself.

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he’s being tortured.

shinobu’s blade on his neck, blood spilling from the cuts and deep lacerations from previous questions. “ how could you let her die? “ she interrogates.

he’s too scared to say that you aren’t dead again.

it doesn’t even matter because in seconds his throat is slit.

shinobu’s feeling in her fingers have gone numb from how long she’s clutched the sword in her hands.

the door to the room swings and you walk in drunk and loud.

she stares blankly at you.

you can only stare back.. immediately sobered at the sight.

tears well up in your eyes. shinobu wails about how she thought you were dead and hugs you so tightly that the air leaves your lungs.

she’s not concerned at all about the reaction you’re having.

“ did you do this..? ” you ask. you already know the answer.

“ he was a liar. “

“ why did you do it? ” you ask. another question you know the answer to.

“ i just wanted to keep you safe, my love. “

get a grip girl oh dear

TAGLIST : OPEN !!

[whumpshaped]

you‘ve absolutely re-awakened my love for drugged whumpees! what about a whumpee drugging themselves as a bad coping mechanism? maybe even specifically with a feel-good drug (because i loved those drabbles)! but this time a friend is there to take care of them and make sure they are safe, maybe they got some concerning messages from whumpee and went to visit them.

also because i am afraid of you and your angst (/positiv) please let this be comfy i am always in need of comfort

tw drugs, addiction, past trauma, alcohol mention

i love you sooo much

ive never had such a good friwnd u know that?

ur fucking awesome and we shuld hang out more

As touched as Caretaker was reading the messages, they didn’t sound like Whumpee in their usual state. They rarely ever got sappy like this, and they never resorted to the abbreviations unless they were too drunk to see the keyboard. There was something going on, and Caretaker hoped it was just a couple shots of vodka — despite it being 10 am.

“Hey, Whumpee?” They knocked on the door again, louder this time. “Can we hang out, like, right now? I brought some food.”

That was a bit of a stretch, but the door opened soon after they’d mentioned it. “That’s awesome,” they slurred, their excited grin faltering when they saw no bags in Caretaker’s hands. “Where’s it…?”

“I lied,” they said easily, gently guiding Whumpee back inside. “But I brought myself, and I can make you some food in a bit. Before that, though… Drinking in the morning again, are we?”

Whumpee gave them a sheepish smile, the promised free meal entirely forgotten. “Y’know how it is,” they said, giggling a little. “Some days y’just gotta… feel alive…”

Caretaker frowned. This felt different from when Whumpee was drunk. “What did you have?”

“Ah, just… just a bit of this and that…”

They stepped closer and cupped Whumpee’s face, taking a good look at their eyes. That didn’t look very promising. “Whumpee, did you take something?”

“Noooooo…” Whumpee tried to swat their hands away, with little success due to how uncoordinated their movements were. “No, you’re– you’re misunderstanding, ’m just… just happy to see you. Your pupils dilate when you look at someone you looove...”

Caretaker sighed. “I would like you to honestly tell me what you’ve taken. Please. I won’t judge, I won’t be mad, all I want is to stay here and take care of you, okay?”

It was like Whumpee didn’t even hear them. They kept nuzzling against Caretaker’s hands, almost purring as they did so. “You’re so warm…”

“Sure am.” They poked their cheek. “Whumpee, listen to me.”

“Would you ever kiss me?” they asked abruptly, unfocused eyes now fixed on Caretaker’s lips. “‘cause I really wanna kiss right now… Just once…”

Well, that wasn’t a direct answer to their previous questions, but it might as well have been. There was one drug they knew of that made Whumpee act like this, one they’d said they had quit months ago.

The one Whumper had gotten them hooked on.

“You wanna kiss me, specifically?” Caretaker knew well that Whumpee didn’t see them as anything other than a friend, and they weren’t the type to be going around kissing people platonically.

“Mmm, yeah… You’re a good kisser, I’m sure… I can tell stuff like that…”

Yeah, they’d definitely taken Whumper’s drugs. Fantastic. Apparently there was still someone out there who was supplying Whumpee, but that was a problem for another day.

“Tell you what,” they started gently. “Instead of kissing, we’ll go to the kitchen and I’ll make you some of your favourite food.”

Whumpee lit up instantly. “Deal!”

Caretaker kissed them on the forehead and led them to one of the chairs, making sure they were comfortable before walking over to the cupboards. They were going to have to keep Whumpee talking, so they could track their movements inside the house; they were prone to wandering whenever they were high, and they couldn’t keep staring at them while cooking.

In all honesty, there was not much Caretaker could do now that Whumpee had already taken the thing. They couldn’t even do much about the addiction itself that seemed to be ruining any semblance of a chance of a full recovery. But there was one thing they could do, and that was supervising their friend whenever the need arose.

[mariesjordans]

Oh yeah I had this idea where Marie and Jordan were Internet friends - with one key difference: they don't reveal that they're supes. It just felt like giving the other a reason to hate them.

Then they meet at God u and underneath the animosity there's this familiarity that nags at them.

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I know this isn't a drabble idea but sjsksbsj

Comfort Zone

(1.2k words) i’m rusty hope you like

There was something about them, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Like she’d met them in a past life or an old friend you knew once as a child.

What they said replayed in her head all day. Despite how they got under her skin, she couldn’t let it go.

“All progress takes place outside the comfort zone”

3 days earlier

J: [I think you’re overthinking]

Jordan had never thought themself to be the motivational type but there was something about this girl. They wanted the best for her and they’d ensure she knew she deserved it.

They felt like they knew her entirely but not at all at the same time. The girl wouldn’t even give them her first name under the excuse that “the mystery is what keeps their friendship alive”.

Friendship…. the old Jordan would kick himself right now because of course they managed to fall for a girl through a screen.

Jordan’s thoughts were interrupted by the ping on their phone, they rolled over and unlocked it.

M: [I’m not overthinking, it’s a new school. New people, new everything it’s… nerve wracking to say the least]

Jordan smiles waiting for the girl to finish rambling, knowing they were due a few more text bubbles before they can successfully calm her down.

M: [I mean i’m not like antisocial but at the same time I can’t see myself just walking up to somebody and us hitting it off and your silence is really starting to freak me out!]

J: [I wanted to let you have your moment before pulling you back to reality, you know where the rest of us live]

M: [I’m glad you can find entertainment admist my turmoil]

J: [I can find amusement during your dramatics yes]

M: [I will block you]

J: [You’ve had a year and a half to block me, good luck living without me]

M: [Thumbs down]

Jordan smiles a bit to herself, continuing.

J: [Look the way I see it, all progress takes place outside the comfort zone. A quote I live by]

M : [That was not helpful and I know you just googled that]

J : [Listen i’m free tomorrow and i’ll have my phone on hand so you can talk to me whenever, it’ll also make you look super busy deal?]

M: [Deal]

Present

“She hasn’t even told you her name and you’re talking like she’s the one, excuse me if I’m a bit concerned.” Luke kicked his feet up on the desk in front of him to immediately be knocked off by Jordan.

“I didn’t say she’s the one I just said I wouldn’t mind if I knew someone like her in real life, and respect the desk man.”

“You’ve been checking your phone all day waiting to be her knight in shining armor.” Cate pipes up from the couch across the office.

“No one asked you! And as for you- “ Jordan cuts eyes at Luke. “Why do I even bother telling you anything alone if you’re just gonna relay the information to barbie”.

“Play nice Jordan.” Andre walks in and Jordan sinks into their chair because yes of course all three of them teaming up against him as usual.

“Yeah be nice Jordan.” Cate stuck her tongue out to make a point met with Jordan rolling her eyes.

“I’m still trying to figure out why you invited that freshman to come out with us don’t you have enough on your plate.” Jordan pointed between Cate and Luke.

“I know this comes as a shocker to you my friend but some of us are capable of friendship with other beings without intentions of jumping in their pants.”

“What are you trying to insinuate here!” Jordan knew exactly where this was going but didn’t have the care to stop it.

“What he’s saying is maybe we do wish your dream girl was real and present cause that’s the most committed any of us have seen you in all 3 years of knowing you.” Cate teases as she grabs her things. “Anyways it’s getting around that time, we need to go get ready.”

“Oh is that what you’re doing, getting ready?”

Cate makes a point to flip Jordan off as Luke trails after her followed by Andre blowing kisses and shutting the door.

Jordan rests his eyes for a moment, a moment that didn’t last long seeing as they jumped at their phone the minute it pinged.

M: [Day is going decent so far, I got invited to hang out with this guy. One of the people he hangs with seems like a total douche though. I can probably get around it.]

J: [I like this change of spirit on you, I’d be careful though you just met this guy. Define “hang out”.]

Jordan cringed knowing they sounded like a jealous boyfriend, but hoping it went over her head.

M: [He seems laid back, plus I think I can take him. I guess we’re going to some club.]

J: [Weird.]

M: [Don’t make me second guess myself what happened to the inspirational you I was getting this morning!]

J: [No that’s not what I meant, I mean we kind of have the same plans tonight.]

A bit too similar.

M: [ Awesome, well I’ll hit you for a drunk texting session later and tell you all about it.]

J: [You wanna get drunk with these guys first night out???]

M: [I’m KIDDING, you can put the guns down superman I got this]

J: [Superman doesn’t use guns.]

That night

“Staring daggers at her all night isn’t gonna magically make her explode Jordan”

Cate nudged them as they eyed the new girl at the bar with Luke, “Marie” excessively giggling at something they knew couldn’t have been that funny.

“Don’t they seem a bit too comfortable to you.”

“Oh no you’re not gonna turn this on me, and you’re especially not gonna turn me on that girl, she’s adorable!”

“I agree!” Andre plopped down on the couch next to Jordan, the music was loud but Andre was still yelling a lot louder than need be.

“I just don’t understand where you guys got this random urge to let this girl into our circle 3 years into this friendship.”

Cate shared a look with Andre before they both bursted into giggles.

“Somebody sounds possessive! Maybe we should make the bed up for four instead tonight.” Jordan cringed and pushed Andre away from them.

“You guys aren’t funny i’m being serious.”

“We know that’s the sad part.” Jordan looked at the bar as Marie tried to help Luke balance their round of shots on a slim tray.

“Give her a chance.” Jordan opened their mouth to protest but Cate quickly cut them off “Give. her. a. chance. Promise me!”

Jordan remained silent.

“Promise me Jordan!”

“Fine!”

-

“Not a fan of dancing?” Jordan once again mentally kicking themself trying to make small talk.

Marie stared forward at Andre pulling out some of his most ridiculous moves as Luke and Cate encouraged his antics, stopping only to look at Jordan-bewildered.

“Wow he says more than 2 words and is capable of different facial expressions outside a death glare, color me shocked.”

Jordan felt their irritation rise and fall reminding themself of the promise they made Cate.

“I’m….. sorry.”

Marie took them in for a second, his eyes genuine.

“I know I just kind of showed up and barged my way in but I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I promise.”

“Well, all progress takes place outside-“

“-the comfort zone.” Marie eyed them for a second.

Then it hit her….. it should be impossible but….. it was…. it was them.

Totally down to continue this btw if anyone wants. I’m writing requests rn but I have more for this one I wanna do. Also I proofread a few times but sorry for any spelling errors.