#tell m e something and i'll just agree

[cringevalue]

eddie is a conspiracy theorist who regularly tries to convince steve that the moon landing was faked solely to get children's hopes up and make them want to become astronauts when they rgow up and eddie is just angrrynbecause his father woud not allow him to go to space camp when he was seven and he's taking it out on the rest fo hte world.

"dude, it was eral"

"thats what they WANT YOU to believe, stev ie. stevie stevie stevei"

"eddie why would they fake it just tp trick kids??"

"to fund the industry, duh"

"???"

"the ASTRONUGT INDUSTRY"

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Can’t keep my hands to myself

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count -> 1K

Summary -> Chris is staying up late to finish some work, but you're getting restless in your bed. When you go and take a look at how he's doing he gives you an idea you can't refuse, but the outcome won't be what you had expected it to be when you agreed to it.

Rating -> Explicit (E)

Warnings -> RPF, established relationship (boyfriend/girlfriend), use of pet name (Princess), large age gap (10 - 12 years)

Smut -> CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, squirting.

A/n -> I want to give a massive thank you to @cevansbaby-dove for giving me this idea to write, it's a fun one to start off the new year! I can't wait to see your reaction and I hope you will all enjoy this with as much as I did when writing. Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short notice. You're an angel, and I love you! 🩵

A/n 2.0 -> My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Events Masterlist -> @fandom-free-bingo -> ''I couldn't sleep''

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Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

It's nearly 2 AM when you glance at your alarm again, and the bright red numbers are shining back at you as if they're mocking you for not being asleep yet. Usually, you don't have any trouble sleeping without your boyfriend by your side - he's gone for long periods at a time when he's filming, after all -but tonight something's different, and you're not sure what.

Instead of turning over yet again, you get up and see what Chris is up to at this time of the night and coax him into getting some sleep. You know he has been reading through scripts for potential roles he's been offered, but it always breaks your heart when he's staying up so late for these things.

You usually prefer to sleep naked, and today is no different. You wear your silk robe before strolling through the house, looking for your boyfriend. It doesn't take long to find him, as he's sitting at your dinner table reading a script with his hand under his chin.

As soon as you walk into the dining room, he looks up at you with a small smile, which you return before walking to his side, his hand getting hold of your thigh and gliding up until he softly touches the bottom of your bare cheek.

''What're you doing up, Princess? I thought you were asleep already'' he asks, a slight hint of concern in his voice.

''I couldn't sleep,'' you tell him in a soft voice still laced with tiredness as you look at him. Both of you share a look of love, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you look into his deep blue eyes. He hums in response before carefully turning you to stand between his legs and face him.

His hands are placed on your thighs before slowly inching closer to the bottom of your robe, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. It doesn't take long for his long fingers to find the loose knot at the front of the silk and untie it swiftly, letting the fabric part before his eyes and reveal your bare form underneath.

He leans forward to press a light kiss on your belly, right beneath your belly button, making you giggle at the tickling sensation of his stubble.

''Maybe you can keep me company while I read; how does that sound, my beautiful Princess? 'M already getting hard from you walking around like this, and I wouldn't want to let that go to waste, now would you?'' he asks as if he didn't just ask you to cockwarm him without so much as a stutter or a blush on his cheeks.

You nod eagerly, and before you know it, he's freed his long, veiny cock, and you bend down to give it some love with your hands first, all while you feel the arousal between your legs grow with every groan leaving Chris' chest.

''Hmm, don't make me wait, Princess, need to be inside this perfect pussy of yours,'' he almost growls at you, and you know better than to make him wait, and before you know it, you're straddling his hips with your legs on the outside of his, sinking as he splits you open with his hard cock.

Your head is tipped back as he guides you over him, his hands splayed over your butt while his mouth is attached to your neck, leaving minor bruises where he sucks them into your skin or bites softly to pull soft moans from your body.

Once he's finally in, you're already on the edge of an orgasm, like a string pulled tight, that doesn't need much to snap. Unfortunately, Chris isn't giving you what you need yet. Instead, he guides one of his hands to your chin to make you face him, the other one gliding over your hip's soft skin.

''If you keep still for me, I will have you falling apart on this cock as much as you want when I'm finished. How does that sound, Princess?''

''I-I'll try,'' you mumble before capturing his lips with yours. What was supposed to be a small, chaste kiss has quickly become much more heated than you anticipated. Your hands are laced into his hair and pulling ever so slightly when he shifts in the chair, hitting the sweet spot inside you each time.

Your tongues are caught in a passionate dance as you're trying your hardest not to cum, but it's more complicated than you had anticipated since Chris is most definitely not making it easy for you.

''What's the matter, Princess?'' he asks with a devious smile.

''Chris, please, let me cum! 'M close,'' you beg, and that's all he needs to hear before shoving the script aside and putting you carefully on the table. He pulls you close by lying one hand on your lower back and the other in your hair before setting a brutal pace, fucking you stupid while you moan loudly and scream his name.

It doesn't take long for you to cum all around his cock, soaking him in your juices with a loud exclamation of his name. Your nails are scratching his back underneath his shirt as you're clawing at him to ground yourself, only adding to his pleasure right now.

Chris buries his face in your neck as he cums inside you with a roar, his pace so fast you can't even see where you end, and he begins as it all melts together now. His cum is shot deep into your pussy as he buries himself in you, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath before he lets you go, lying you gently on your back before pulling out and cleaning you up.

''Shall we finish what we started in the bedroom, Princess?'' he asks, knowing you'll happily say yes to going another round or two. Where he was very frantic in the dining room, his actions in the bedroom are the complete opposite, as he's worshipping you and making love to you.

''I love you, Princess,'' Chris pants after his third orgasm of the night; you collapsed on top of him after losing count of your orgasm a while ago. You're catching your breath as his hands softly rub your back, a small smile dancing on your lips.

''I love you too, Chris, and thank you for coming to bed with me.''

[ecoamerica]

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[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 0 1.

↪element is translated to genso in japanese, therefore y/n's nickname/future hero name is "element"

"wait up you guys..!"

the h/c haired girl yelled out of breath. "you're running too fast!" you stopped and put your hands on your knees steadying your breath. those two boys are so fast..! i cant even keep up!

"genso! hurry up! we have to be first in line for the new all might action figure!" exclaimed the ash blonde boy, katsuki bakugou, otherwise known as kacchan. "im coming!" you exclaimed picking up your pace to be beside him and the other green haired boy, izuku midoriya, otherwise known as deku.

"im so excited to get the new figurine!" deku exclaims happily, you laugh in agreement. the trio slow to a stop as they go inside the shop and find the display. "mommy! lets get it! pleaseee? i wont ask for anything else!" you begged, pointing at the shelf as deku and bakugou walked to the register with their moms following close by, getting ready to purchase the toy.

m/n grabbed the toy, "i dont see why you shouldnt get it" you smiled widely and gave her a hug repeatedly thanking her as she bought the toy. you and the two boys were smiling out of happiness, "hey kiddos lets take a picture!" exclaimed mitsuki holding up her camera. you got in between deku and bakugou and let out a big smile as the two hugged you.

well... more like just bakugou. he wouldnt even let poor deku wrap his hands around you. to him you were all his and no one else could be with you.

whats bakugous, will always be bakugous.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"genso!" you turned and looked at bakugou, "my mom said to invite you and your mom for dinner tonight" you smiled enthusiastically, "really?? i'll tell my mommy!" you ran over to your mom and told her what bakugou told you. she smiled and agreed, so you ran over and told him you would be coming. "well.. we best head home now kacchan so I can shower and come over, i'll see you in a bit. byebye!" you wave and grab on to your moms hand walking away.

bakugou smiled triumphantly, "hey old hag! genso's coming over for dinner with her mom tonight!" he yelled, "KATSUKI BAKUGOU IF YOU DON'T STOP CALLING ME THAT I'LL PERSONALLY GO RETURN THAT FIGURINE" she screamed, unfazed at how he had invited you without her permission.

it wasn't the first time anyway.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you rang the doorbell and waited eagerly for bakugou to open the door. "oh hi there y/n and m/n! please come in!" mitsuki stepped aside and you walked in. you took off your shoes and placed it neatly in the corner, "wheres kacchan?" you ask looking around. "the brat should be around here somewh-" "GENSO!!" bakugou came running up to you and hugged you, taking both you and both parents by suprise.

you blush slightly, " h-hi kacchan..! " you hug him back, he pulls away and grabs your arm dragging you to his room. "lets go watch some all might footage!" you smile as he drags you away.

"looks like my little brat has a crush on your daughter m/n.." mitsuki chuckled, m/n just sighed and added "young love.." which caused both parents to laugh to themselves.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you sat with bakugou on his bed watching the footage and making comments about how awesome all might is. "im gonna grow up and become a no. 1 hero just like him!" bakugou commented while punching his hand up in the air. you giggled at his action, "me too!"

bakugou turns to look at you, "your so lucky you got your quirk early! i can't wait for when i finally get mine!" you grin, "well whatever it is, i'm sure it'll be great!" bakugou jumps out of the bed, "wait here, i have something to give you!" he opens his drawer and pulls out a bracelet he made with the colors from all mights costume. you gasp, "you made that for me?" he nods as he puts it on you.

"theres the letter of your first name, a heart, and a 'k' for my name to show that i made it for you!" he exclaims, you blush and give him a hug. "thank you kacchan!" he blushes and stutters, "y-yeah, yeah.. whatever idiot..!" he pulls away and grabs another bracelet and puts it on himself. "now we can match!" he smiles and you giggle.

soon after a bunch of all might footage, mitsuki and m/n walk into bakugous room to find you laying on bakugou as he hugs you. both your parents look at the adorable sight and take photos to show you two later. "look at their wrists!" pointed m/n, "so thats why the brat was making bracelets!" smirked mitsuki, she prepared to tease him about it whenever he woke up.

m/n gently picked you up and grabbed your shoes. "we'll be going now.. thanks for the food mitsuki.. tell bakugou we both said bye!" mitsuki walked your mom to the door and waved bye as you two walked away.

her brat had a crush on you!

"oh that brat wont ever stop hearing about this!" she chuckled.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a couple years later.. (12 yrs old)

you stand there shocked holding your acceptance letter from icaru private junior high academy. i actually got in..!

your mom and your dad congratulated you, and started texting all your relatives to tell them the good news. you were happy.. of course you were. you had just gotten into the academy you've wanted to go to for years! but that meant you wouldnt be able to go to school with bakugou and deku anymore. the amount of stress on the academics would also leave you with no time for hang outs with them.

you sighed as you facetimed both of them, mentally readying yourself to deliver the news. "why am i in a call with pathetic deku, genso?" snarled bakugou, you kept your mouth shut. it bothered you how much he had changed just because deku didn't have a quirk. "i need to tell you two something.." you paused.

"i got accepted into that academy i've been ranting about" deku smiled, "thats great y/n! congrats!" you smiled, "thank you izu..!" you looked down sadly, "but that's not what i called about.. you see, i won't be able to go to school with you guys and hang out as much now..."

bakugous eyes widened, "what?! are you kidding me genso!?" you shook your head sadly, "oh no.. y/n.." muttered deku. "i just felt like i should've told you two before i left.." you fiddled with your nails. "my last hang out will probably be this saturday, if you guys arent busy please come, okay..?" you let out a sad smile.

"of course y/n..! anything for you!" you smiled and deku left the call, leaving you with just bakugou. "and you..?" you asked. he had been concerningly quiet during the entire conversation. "i'll come but it'll be after fucking deku leaves." he ends the call, and you sigh out, blinking back your tears.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

deku came by with his mom and gave you a all might plushie to remember him by. he stayed for an hour and left after giving you a hug and wishing you luck at your new school. you sighed out, one friend down... one more to go.

bakugou came by shortly after that with his mom. you opened the door and was immediately brought into a bear hug by mitsuki. "good luck at your new school hun'. i know you'll do just fine, you're a sweet girl, anyone will like you." you smiled and pulled away looking at bakugou.

you waited for mitsuki to walk away and took bakugou up to your room. he sat down on your bed and stared at you. you sat there in quiet until he finally broke it, "do you really have to go..?" he asked quietly. you sat next to him, looking at your hands, " my parents want me to go.. i need to make them happy bakugou.. "

he handed you a printed photo. you grabbed it and your eyes started watering.

it was the photo of younger you and bakugou sleeping on each other with the matching bracelets on your wrists. "i thought you should have somewhat of a reminder of us before you go.." he mumbled.

you turned and hugged him, crying into his shirt. "i don't wanna leave you guys here and be at a new school by myself..!" he just hugged you back, trying not to show how upset he actually was. "i don't want you to go either genso.. but this is what's better for you and that's all i want."

"HEY BRAT WE GOTTA GO!" screamed mitsuki from below. you wiped your tears and stood up. "genso" he called, "promise me you'll get into UA so we can be friends again." you looked at him, "i promise i will" you repeated.

you both walked downstairs and bakugou and mitsuki left, leaving just you and your parents there. "i'm gonna go back to my room.." you mutter, heading upstairs. you sit on your bed and look at the picture of you and bakugou.

right there and then you swore to yourself you would work yourself tirelessly until you got into UA.

and that's exactly what you did.

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[sitp-recs]

What r ur fave fics with a fuck buddies (that eventually turns into mutual love) relationship? Preferb pining. TIA. Have a lovely day!

Hi there! I have a feeling this is a really old ask but I just found it in my drafts and decided to post it asap. I love fuck buddies gone wrong! Here are my favorites:

Still Life (orphaned, M, 3k)

Two Starts, One Finish by @lqtraintracks (E, 5k)

I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

the keys to your kingdom by thistle_verse (E, 7k)

It was nothing so elegant as fucking, the first time they came together. It was teeth just a little too sharp— against a collarbone, on the right-side curve of a jaw, drawing blood from the plushest part of a bottom lip.

The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (E, 9k)

Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

What Real Thing? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 12k)

They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Reparatio by astolat (E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Watch The Castles Burn by @moonflower-rose (E, 21k)

Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.

A Convenient Impracticality by @firethesound (E, 38k)

Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 68k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends.

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-01-30

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ You Belong to Me by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 𑁍 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Awoken from sleep by the teasing kisses of your sorcerer, but one look in his eyes tells you something is off. Is he really your Stephen Strange? Or is he something more sinister?"

✑ A Natural￨Prt. II by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy."

✑ Actions Speak Louder by geeky-politics-46 • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "When the only person in his world gets sick he realizes just how much she has changed him."

✑ At Your Mercy by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen is having a bad day. Luckily you know just how to take his troubles away."

✑ Don't Blame Me by getlostsquidward • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "The Darkhold exacts a heavy toll, and Stephen decided he'd pay it the world, the universe – if it meant having you back in his arms."

✑ I'll Give You the Stars and Moon by strangelockd • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "[It's] finally here! Your wedding day to [Stephen and] he has a few surprises up his sleeve to make your best day ever even better than you could dream."

✑ In Another Universe by omgstarks • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "You and Stephen are stuck in Sinister's universe. He agrees to help you but at what cost?"

✑ Make Love to Me by ironstrange1991 • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When cold weather and a thunderstorm [leaves you] terrified [you find] comfort and warmth in Stephen's arms]."

✑ Messed Up Kind of Love by getlostsquidward • 18+ • 〔E᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Whenever Stephen comes back from his dream walking with that faraway aggravated look in his eyes that indicates he had once again failed, your heart breaks a little each time."

✑ Personal Space by geeky-politics-46 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You try to set some boundaries in your new relationship together, but it still ends the same way... with you both naked."

✑ Poisonous Touch by brunchable • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Stephen wakes up [bound to a chair] with magic... [to find] you tied up and gagged on the bed, right in front of him."

✑ Swapped Places by vickiee-mcmuffin • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 🚫 •

Summary: "Stephen returns home after a 2-week-long mission, and he seems desperate to touch you. But the Stephen you give yourself to, isn't the Stephen you knew and cared for."

✑ Why Don't You Run From Me by strange-dreams-are-made-of-these • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Stephen was searching for help from one of his other self's in the multiverse, but seeing a variant of you makes him realize how bad he has been to you."

✑ Cold by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Last of His Day, the by clouded-dreams2 • 〔A〕 •

✑ Let Me Take Care of You by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ More than the Stars by dino-fart • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ My Angel by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ My Hero by dino-fart • 〔F〕 •

✑ Never Doubt My Love by strangelockd • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Salvation by strangelockd • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Take Care by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Til the End of Time by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ You're Cute When You're Angry by dino-fart • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N :: I have a serious bee in my bonnet for Reiner. Like, yeah. So, @reinerswarrior I hope you don't mind me tagging you in this. I just wanted to share my obsession fondness for him with another fellow fan. In whatever capacity it's in?

C/W :: Going to college professors house, flirting with him, egging him on, feigned innocence, miniscule name calling, spanking, oral {M -> F}, unprotected sex, talk of cum, cumming in y/n, creampie-esque, FEELINGS, feelings, feelings. Attachment. =|

ThSpanks A Lot

"So ..." you leaned over the desk farther than necessary, your tits nearly spilling out of your low-cut v-neck. "So, you're telling me, that this is how you solve it? No - mm-mm." You shook your head a little too incredulously. Doing your best to egg him on.

He simply would not give in to your harassment. "I'm telling you that's how you solve that because THAT'S how you solve it, y/n. I feel like you're purposefully being obstinate here. I am giving you my time. I am giving you access to my space. And all you're doing is arguing with me."

You tucked your chin and folded your lips inward. Giving him your best doe eyes.

He sighed. "What ... what the hell is this?" He waved his hand around in front of your face. "What are you doing ... that face. Those eyes. Oh, oh. I see. You think by looking all sweet that I'll cave and sway to your thinking on the subject. Well, you're wrong. I'm not changing my mind. In fact, I think we're done here. So pack up your shit and thanks for the memories. I'll see you in class on Monday." He shook his head and adjusted something in his lap.

Reiner stood from his desk, thinking his dick was tucked away well enough behind his waistband.

It was not.

You stared at the imprint of his fat cock in his light gray slacks.

Your e/c eyes are big, sparkling in the dim lighting of his office.

"Professor Braun. Do you like yelling at me?" You asked, taking your hoodie off. Stretching up and showing your rounded tummy a little more than necessary.

"Do - do I like yelling at you? You're fucking deranged. You're sick. Of course I don't enjoy yelling at you, y/n. Now kindly, put your sweatshirt back on and get out of my house. I never should have agreed to you coming over to cover the materials we'd be having a mid-term on."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. I thought ... well I thought with how hard you are that something about our little study session was getting … you … off." You licked your lips.

You knocked his fancy wooden pencil holder off of his desk, it hit the floor with a louder noise than you expected. It made you jump.

"Oh! Ohhhh noooo. Now I have to pick this messy mess up. I'm so sorry, Professor."

He adjusted his pants and moaned a little as the band of his pants squeezed the head of his cock. "Fffuck. I - ahh goddamn it! You shouldn't be here. I - I could lose my job. You're - hughh." He palmed his dick through his pants, the feeling was too much to ignore any longer.

You stood there, your already short skirt riding up on the back of your thighs. All it would take would be one slip of your hand and your ass would be out and stuck up in the air.

Reiner walked over to you as you unceremoniously moved pens and pencils around on the floor. He stood right behind you.

So close you could feel the warmth oozing from his crotch.

"Professor ... teach me something. Teach me a hard lesson."

You could feel his firm length pressing between your ass cheeks. You bent your knees a little so you could rub against him.

"Yooouuu ..." he growled out as he bounced against you.

He hiked up your skirt and ripped your flimsy panties from your body and laid down a hard hand in one fell swoop.

"Ah! Fuck, Professor. Yeah? You gonna spank me? Tell me what a bad girl I'm being? Punish me for being so bad, huh? Spank me again! Spank me again, you old fuck!"

"HEY! I'm a lot of things, you little bitch, but old isn't one of them." He was practically yelling at this point.

It was right where you wanted him. You wanted him so frustrated with you that he couldn't see straight. Things were right on track.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and carried you to stand at his desk, your back still pressed to him.

His body was right against yours. It was so warm in contrast to the cool fall night. You knew better than to wear a short skirt, but this opportunity was too good to pass up. 

Reiner spanked you again, once on each cheek.

"Look at that, your fat ass is turning so red for me. Let's see if I can get it a few shades deeper, mm? Fucking *whack* little *whack* bratty *whack* shit." He was hitting you harder and harder.

The heat flooding through your abdomen was reaching a boiling point.

"Mm-hmm, ok, Professor. You see anything? You see how fucking wet I'm getting for you. Touch my pussy, feel how fucking wet I am."

You turned around and hopped up onto his ridiculously large desk. Spreading your legs for him, you grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs, his fingers grazing your clit.

"Fuck. You're so wet. You're dripping down your thighs."

He pulled his hand back and ran it over his eyes and nose. Across his whole face, the smell of your arousal filling his nostrils.

"Oh ... my ... god, you're such a fucking perv, Reiner. You just rubbed my pussy juice all over your face." You giggled.

"Shut the fuck up. You like it. You've been trying to get me to touch you since the beginning of the semester. And now you're here in my office, my home office, nonetheless, bent over my desk, practically begging me to fuck you. Just - just - I don't know what you're playing at, y/n. Do you actually want me?"

You looked him dead in the eyes. "Professor Braun ... I've always wanted you."

He had turned this from a game to something far more serious than you were ready for. You'd always found him violently attractive. But you also liked him ... as he was. Right now. So soft even though he was so hard. 

His insecurity was getting you more wet, however that was possible. You liked him being like this with you. So pathetic.

"Fuck, y/n. I wanna fuck you so bad. I - I can't hold back anymore. I need to be inside of you. Please ... pl-" The look in his eyes was sheer need. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

"Professor, I want you - to fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Use me like you've always wanted to."

He unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thick thighs. His cock bounced up, the head of it slick with precum.

"Fuck, you're so big, Professor. I've never seen a cock so … fucking … huge. You're so, so hard, for me, Professor. Such a good boy for me. You want me to suck on your cock?" You got down on your knees, grabbed the base and licked the precum that was dripping down his length. "Hmm?" The vibrations of your words shot right through his stretched length.

He looked down at you, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe you were doing this for him. That you wanted him so badly. "Ohhh, shhhhit. Suck my cock, y/n. Take me into your mouth. Let me fuck your throat."

You smiled up at him, your eyes glistening with tears, your lipstick smeared around your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

He pushed his cock down your throat, holding your head in place as he thrust in and out.

You could feel your throat constricting around his thick cock, his precum dripping out of your mouth.

He pulled back and slapped his length against your face, smearing his spit and yours across your cheeks and nose.

You stood up and he grabbed you, tugging you hard into his muscular chest. He looked over your face, how wet your face was from all that he just wiped across it.

He kissed you, deeply. Sharing in the juices all over you. His tongue intertwined with yours. The taste of him still sitting pretty on your lips.

Moaning into it, he said in a deep and gravelly voice, "Let me taste your pussy."

He pushed you back onto the desk and buried his face between your legs, his nails scratching against your thighs, his tongue licking your clit, your lips, your ass.

You bucked your hips against him, his nose hitting your clit every time he pushed his tongue into you.

"Professor, please ... I … inside of me. Please, I want you to stretch me open and fill me up with your cum."

"Yeah," he sucked on your clit. "You want my cum to fill up this tight pussy?" His fingers spread you apart and he went face first into you. Burying his face in your hot wet cunt. "Mm, mm, mm, mm." Reiner said as his tongue fucked you. "Fuck baby, you're so fucking wet for me."

"Fuck …. Please, I need it so bad. Please, Professor, fuck." Your begging was driving him wild. He wanted to fuck you so hard, but he needed to savor the moment between your thighs.

He pushed you back on the desk and stood up, his cock resting on your belly. He slid his length up and down your slit, teasing you. "Nnghh, goddamn it, Professor. Fuck … now." You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you.

He pushed his cock into you, stretching you wide. "Hohhh -- shit, you're so ... fucking tight, y/n. You're squeezing me so hard already."

He thrusted in and out of you, his cock hitting the deepest part of you. "You're hitting my ... Oh god, oh god, Professor Braun."

"Call ... hnghh, fuck, shit ... Call me Reiner, ple-please, Rei ... ahhh ... ner."

"Reiner, oh my god, Reiner. Fuck me harder, make me cum for you."

His hands gripped your waist as he slammed his cock into your tight pussy over and over again. His balls slapped against you. "Ahh, fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

You grabbed his balls and tugged on them gently. "Cum for me, Professor. Fill me up."

He came hard, his cock twitching inside of you, filling you up with his hot cum. "Ahhh, fffuck, y/nnnnnnnnnnn. You're so tight, you're taking my cock so ... fucking ... well."

He collapsed on top of you, his dick still inside you.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and grabbed some tissues from his desk. He handed you a few and wiped himself off.

"Fuck, that was ... intense. Did you, uh - did you enjoy it?" He asked, looking at you for reassurance.

You were completely taken aback by the tears running down your cheeks. You were crying, not hard. But that was, despite speaking to one another how you did, despite egging him on and being a brat, it was so intimate. He made you feel some kinda way you've never felt before.

"Y/n? Are you ok?"

You wiped your face and laughed. "I'm fine. It's just - no one's ever made me feel like that before. Like I actually was, I don’t know. Worth it? I don’t know. It’s ... stupid. But, you know what I mean? Ugh, sorry."

Reiner laughed. "I do. I know exactly what you mean, y/n. I've never had someone talk to me the way you do. You make me feel like I'm present. Like I'm actually here ... now. That's why I didn't kick you out right away. Even though you argued with me. But I feel like you did that shit on purpose. Mm? Yeah. I thought so.” 

You smiled and kissed him deeply. Finding yourself lingering a little longer than was called for. His hands were roaming up your curves once again. His lips reciprocate the pressure. Finally, you pulled back. "Reiner, thank you." You could feel his cock growing hard.

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Ok. Well, um ... What are you doing right now?" He looked like a lost boy. His eyes were heavy with lust, but there was a gentle sadness residing in them, too.

You hopped off of the desk and grabbed your panties from the floor. You slid them up your legs, and bent over to pull them up the rest of the way. Your ass was in the air. You could hear him groan, "Ohhh shit, I can see my cum leaking from your pussy. Fffuck, that's so fucking hot. Don't move. Please, don't move. Let me just look at you for a minute."

You stood up straight, his cum dripping down your inner thighs. "Oh yeah, Professor? You wanna watch me slide my panties back up? Is that it?"

Reiner rubbed the back of his neck, "C-can I take a picture? Please? I - I won't show anyone. I promise." His eyebrows were raised hopefully. A small smile graced his beautiful mouth.

"Sure, Reiner. You can take a picture. As long as it's not of my face."

He grabbed his phone from the desk and snapped a few shots of you from various angles. Both of your cum glistening down your thighs.

He handed you his phone, "Can - can you take a picture of me, y/n? I wanna remember this moment forever. I'll delete them after I save them to my computer.

You smiled, genuinely smiled. This man was so touch-starved that he wanted photographic evidence of the fucked out look on his face. Something about it was just so fucking sweet to you. You didn't want to leave him. But you weren't sure how to tell him you wanted to stay.

You snapped a few photos of him, his hair messy, his face flushed, his body glistening with sweat. You'd never seen him look so human. 

The last photo you took was the two of you. He put his arms around you and kissed your forehead as the phone clicked. 

When you handed him his phone back, he didn’t let go right away. 

Finally, you gathered your things and headed towards the door.

"Hey, y/n," Reiner called out to you, his voice a little hoarse.

You turned around, "Yes, Professor?"

"I'll see you in class Monday, yeah? Unless ... ah, I don't know."

"Reiner? Are you ok?" His eyes perked as you said his name. "Did you want something else?" You walked back over to him, your hand outstretched to touch his arm.

"Y/n, will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" He sounded almost shy asking you. It was the cutest thing you'd ever heard. The cutest thing you'd ever seen.

He reached out to pull you to him. Your body already felt the pull long before he touched you.

It was so hard to leave him after that. But you knew you needed to. You needed him to breathe.

You pulled back, "Reiner, I would love to go to dinner with you tomorrow. I think we have some things to uh, well. Yeah?" A soft look washed over your face. "Let me write my # down for you, hm? And you can call or text me whenever, yeah?"

He nodded, like he was having some internal conflict. You knew what he was thinking. You were thinking about it, too.

At the desk you stood and wrote down your cellphone for him. "Here. Talk to me whenever, understand?" You stood on your toes and kissed him one more time.

He moaned into the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips. Your hands reached up around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

Pulling back again, you said, "Whew! If I don't go now, I swear I never will. Good night, Reiner. Thank you. Talk to me, ok?"

"Yes, yes! I promise. I'll talk to you. I'll call you and text you." He held the piece of paper you wrote on to his heart and nodded.

You walked out of his office and down the stairs to his front door. You heard him yell after you, "Oh, y/n! Don't forget your sweatshirt! It's getting cold out!"

You turned around to see him running down the stairs, your sweatshirt in his hands. "Here, you forgot this. Can't have you getting sick, now can we?" He smiled and handed you the hoodie.

"Thank you, Reiner."

"I will, I promise. Have a good night, y/n." He watched you walk down his front steps and out onto the street. He stayed there until you were completely out of sight.

Reiner went back inside and closed the door behind him. He sat on the couch in his living room and stared at the piece of paper you'd written your number on. Pulling out his cell he put your number in and saved it, your contact name was a series of different hearts.

He texted you about 2 minutes after you left.

"I can't wait to see you again ❤️‍🩹

- Rei"

You giggled and jogged excitedly in place.

"Me too 💝. What's with the bandaged heart emoji?"

"It just seemed ... fitting. See you at dinner, tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 7. Don't wear panties, they're just going to get ruined."

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Can you make a story about Damon knowing reader likes him so he walks around shirtless to get a rise out of her.

I can't stare at you with everyone around | Damon Salvatore x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

Damon Salvatore, the hottest man in Mystic Falls.

I was his neighbour, also Elena's oldest sister so after Aunt Jenna's death her and Jer moved in with me in my townhouse which was nothing compared to the Salvatores.

To be fair, Elena and I practically lived with Stefan and Damon whilst Jeremy had the house to himself given the whole vampire hunter status and although Damon was a vampire that liked to get on everyones nerves, he did respect me and Elena enough not to kill our youngest sibling.

I've had a crush on Damon for as long as I can remember, I think thats a bad thing. Damon is a bad guy so no body should be able to care for him the way that I do.

"Alright, do you think Caroline would notice if there was 89 red balloons." Bonnie said over the speaker phone, Elena looks to me laughing and I chuckle "It's Caroline we are talking about, Of course she would notice." Elena responded.

Elena and I had been baking for the dance later on tonight, "So I suppose, Red Velvet cupcakes would go with the red balloons, pretty ballsy." I say "Yeah I guess so." Elena laughs.

"What are you guys doing?" Damon stumbles in with a bottle of bourbon "Y/n and I are baking, for the dance, you know the dance you were suppose to help with?" Elena questions Damon.

"Right, Well I didn't exactly feel like helping." Damon nods to us, he had been walking around shirtless for a couple of days while me, Elena and Bonnie were planning stuff at their house.

"Just like you didn't feel like putting on a shirt today?" I ask him "Or yesterday." I state "And the day before" Elena chimes in "Right and the day before that" I nod agreeing with her.

"So what? I don't feel like wearing a shirt around my house, whose gonna stop me. It's my house?" Damon throws his arms up.

Although I did just finish complaining about the half naked vampire in front of me and my little sister, I didn't mind the sight. The sight being his sculpted torso, each ab being placed perfectly not to mention the way he doesn't even have to mention it for somebody to look at his abs.

"y/n" a muffled voice said behind me, the voice continued to say my name, slowly pulling me back to reality "yes, yes what." I spin around slightly agitated. "try it" Elena says stuffing the cupcake into my mouth.

I bite it, swallowing it turning back to Damon "it's tasty" I say still staring at him whilst he stared at my sister "i don't uh like cakes though. you know that, give damon one." I smile to her and she nods giving one to Damon and he starts eating it.

"oh these are great, are you sure caroline needs them?" he asks and I nod "she needs them like you need that shirt I mentioned earlier." I mumbled taking the rubbish out of his hand and putting it in a bin.

"I don't get why I need to wear a shirt, is there something you haven't seen before?" he asks walking up next to me "Oh Matt just called I'll be right back." Elena says answering her phone and walking out of the kitchen.

"It's just children in the house, Damon, a shirt should be a rule when there is children." I say rinsing off the baking tray and bowl, placing them into the dishwasher.

"I think there is another reason." he says closing the dishwasher with his leg "well n- hey" I look at him annoyed punching his chest. My fist touching his bare skin sending shivers down my spine.

"tell me, before I compel it out of you." he says, his tone getting lower than usual "luckily vervain exists and you used to have a basement full of it." I sigh.

"So then what's the problem?" he asks, the heat basically radiating off of my head as he asks me once more 'what's the problem with no shirt.'

"god its because I find you hot, and I can't stare at you with everyone around including my sister who is dating your brother. It's just weird." I say smacking him out of the way of the dishwasher continuing to place the rinsed dishes in there.

"you find me hot?" he says "well thats not the only thing, but yes you're good looking." I say "and if that whole no shirt thing was to get a rise out of my, I will torture you till deaths end." glaring at him as he steps back kind of frightened by what I just said "jesus christ y/n, no it wasn't" he chuckles.

"I know it was, you little liar." narrowing my eyes at him, closing the dishwasher. "now can you start this thing, im young but dishwashers are confusing." I say rubbing the sweat off my forehead point to the dishwasher and he scoffs "you find me hot" he says under his breath, starting the dishwasher cycle.

"are you going to put that shirt on now?" I ask him and he nods "pft no. I like to know your eyes are on me and not any other man. Makes me special." he winks walking out of the room.

God I just can't shake him, shirt or not.

[juiceinpanties]

10 Things You Hate About Eddie Munson, pt. 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson/afab!reader

Rating(s): Chapter: R; Fic: E

Tags: eventual smut, penetrative sex, oral sex (both m and f receiving), fingering, subbie!Eddie, masturbation (m and f), fake dating, van sex, secret relationship, antagonistic relationship to friendship to lovers, casual sex, not-so-casual sex, phone sex, drunk reader

Summary: Your best friend, Nancy Wheeler, is absolutely dying to date Steve Harrington, but her parents have the weirdest rule: Nancy can't date until her friends (e.g., you) do. Nancy begs you to date someone, anyone, and eventually you agree. Meanwhile Steve offers to pay Eddie "the freak" Munson to ask you out. What could possibly go wrong??

Notes: This is, quite obviously, a 10 Things I Hate About You au, with a slight twist. Throw in some fake dating, a 90s setting, and here we are. Thanks to @tonybourdain​ for dragging me in and continuing to enable me. The van scene is partly her doing...

Please note the tags. This chapter is rated R and is sort of smut-adjacent. Actual smut will occur in future chapters, promise.

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You aren't looking forward to seeing Eddie because you have no idea what happened at the party Saturday night, except that Nancy said Eddie was the one who brought you home. You hope to anyone who's listening that you didn't make a complete fool of yourself, or (god forbid) make a pass at Eddie.

You find him Monday morning outside leaning against the building, one ankle crossed over the other. He's smoking, but he puts it out as you approach.

"Hey," he says when you get close enough. "Feeling better?"

"Than Saturday? Considering it's mostly a blank I'm gonna say...yes?"

He grins and tugs at a lock of his hair. "Yeah, you were pretty messed up." His expression turns serious. "Steve and I thought maybe the guy giving you the drinks might've slipped you something. Glad you came to find me while you were still sober enough."

You frown down at your boots, then up at him. "I woke up Sunday morning still dressed with a pounding headache and a bottle of Tylenol and glass of water on my nightstand. Was that you?"

"The headache, no. The rest, yeah. I figured you'd have one hell of a hangover."

"Hm," you say. You look away. Back. "Thanks," you finally manage. "That was nice. How'd you get me past my parents?"

"Practice," he says with an insouciant grin.

You roll your eyes, but then reach into your bag for something. "So, um. I...well. I made you this. As a kind of thank you, and because I guess it's what people do? When they're dating? Anyway, whatever, here." You push a tape at him, and he catches it before it can hit the ground.

He reads the track list and his expression goes through a series of changes, each one pissing you off more than the last. "Uh...that's—that's nice, but I can't accept this."

"Hm. Okay. It's not an engagement ring. Why the fuck not?"

"It's got—fuck. It's got Tiffany! And Wilson Phillips! And—and—Pearl Jam!"

"I can read, Grove. I made the fucking thing. Your point?"

"Fuuuck. I was hoping you wouldn't remember that."

"I said mostly a blank," you snap. You wish now you hadn't used the stupid nickname. Clearly he doesn't deserve a nickname. "So do you want the tape or not?"

"I can't—I mean—it was nice of you to—but I—”

"Forget it! I'd hate for you to strain yourself." You snatch the tape back from him and spin on your heel. "Clearly this was a stupid fucking idea. I'll tell Nancy to find someone else."

He watches you go in wide-eyed horror. "Wait!" he cries. "Hang on, wait, don't—awww, come on!" This last in response to you flipping him the bird over your shoulder as you disappear inside the building. "Fuck!" he growls. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! A girl gives you a tape, you take the fucking tape! It doesn't matter if it's Kenny G's greatest hits! Fuuuuuck!!"

The door opens and he peers that way hopefully, but instead of you he sees a very annoyed-looking Steve Harrington. "What the fuck did you do?!" he says. "I just talked to the girl I'm paying you to go out with, and she told me to go fuck myself and take you with me."

"Shiiiiit!" Eddie says. He presses both hands to his face and scrubs. What to do, what to do?! He drops his hands and squares his shoulders before casting Steve a steady, stoic look. "There's nothing else for it, my man. I've gotta sacrifice my dignity on the altar of impressing a girl."

Steve snorts. "Sacrifice your dignity!? Dude, have you seen your hair??"

Eddie ignores him. "Your friend Robin's in band, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Gonna need her help." He tugs a lock of hair over his mouth as he paces, thinking. Nancy can get him a copy of your schedule. During band period would be best. He can cut class. His attendance has been decent this year, but it's just one class. And it's important.

It's a perfect plan. He'll win you back, plus some, and then maybe you two can discuss that big ol' crush you had on him that "went away." That's a topic worth exploring further—even if it means enduring mindless pop music and Eddie Vedder.

“You STILL aren’t speaking to him?!” Nancy says a few days later. You’re in the cafeteria having lunch and revisiting your tiff with Eddie.

“He was a jerk!” you say, stabbing your mashed potatoes with your spork.

“He was, but…”

“Nance!” You scowl down at your tray and push it away. “Okay, look. First I made an absolute fool of myself at the party. Got completely wasted and sloppy.”

“That wasn’t your fault!”

“Regardless, it happened. Then he was apparently so NICE, such a GENTLEMAN.” You roll your eyes. “So I made him that stupid tape and he acted like I handed him toxic waste! I spent the whole day on it!”

“Yes, he acted stupid, but—”

“Oh god speak of the annoying devil,” you say. It’s too late to hide: he’s seen you and is heading straight your way.

“Ladies!” he says as he drops down next to you. He gives Nancy a nod and you a smile. “Still craving cheese fries?” he says to you.

You frown. “I’m sorry?”

“Saturday night you were dying for cheese fries, but I thought it was better to take you home instead. Mostly because you passed out in my van.”

You look away, flushing. God how humiliating!

“But I thought if you were still in the mood, we could go today after school.”

Your eyes snap to his face and you scowl. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear on Monday.”

“Noooo, you did. I just thought you might’ve changed your mind.”

You lean in. “Nope!” you say, carefully popping the p.

“Okay then.” He waves, and a kid from his Hellfire Club runs up. With a guitar.

“What—?”

“You brought this on yourself,” he says and stands. He tosses the strap over his head and strums. The sound fills the cafeteria, and you see another kid by the wall manning an amp.

“Eddie, WHAT are you DOING?!” you hiss.

“This one’s for you, babe!” He launches into a song that you don’t recognize—until he starts singing. “Children behave! That’s what they say…when we’re together!”

“Oh. My. God!”

Nancy grabs you across the table. “Is that—?!”

“Oh my GOD!!” It’s a loud, kinda slowed-down, metal version of I Think We’re Alone Now. Most famously covered by mall princess Tiffany.

"Running just as fast as we can...holding on to one another's hand..." He's really getting into it, grinding on the guitar and singing to her like it's his own personal rock concert. The entire cafeteria is watching, shocked, but the Hellfire kids are into it.

About halfway through the band marches in and starts playing along. The high school marching band. You bury your face in your hands and want to sink into the floor, but when you peek through your fingers at him part of you admits it's kinda cute.

"I think we're alone now! The beating of our hearts is the only sooouuunnd!" As he repeats the chorus he advances closer, and at the last line he drops to his knees and slides across the floor to end up directly at your feet. He unplugs the guitar and stands to take a bow. Most people are yelling and clapping, but a few boos are mixed in. He seems to enjoy those just as much. He flashes a double bird and sticks his tongue out, Gene Simmons style.

"C'mon, princess," he says with a grin. "Let's go get cheese fries."

You have class, but...

With a laugh you grab the hand he's offering. "Yeah, okay. Because that was the stupidest, ballsiest thing I've ever seen."

He grins even bigger, the lines around his eyes and mouth creasing his face. "Stupid and ballsy, the Eddie Munson special."

"Come on," you say as you drag him from the caf and his adoring public. "We'll chat more about your stupid balls over fries."

You're both sitting in the back of the van, doors open, legs hanging over the edge. You're singing his version of the song and he's got his head buried in his jacket.

"Stopppp!!" he cries. "Please! You're so goddamn mean."

You break off, giggling, and throw his pack of cigarettes at him. "How the hell did you come up with such a ridiculous plan?"

"I don't know. It sounded good at the time! And, look, it worked. You cut class to come have fries with me."

"We don't have fries yet," you say, "and I could cut and run at any time."

"Noted. So you hated it?"

You grin and duck your head, then peek at him. "No, I didn't hate it. It was cute. Stupid, but cute. How'd you learn the song that fast?"

He shrugs. "It wasn't that hard. And, I dunno. I'm a fuck-up, but I'm not bad at music."

"Eddie," you say with a little frown. "Don't talk about yourself like that." You poke his arm. "You're not a fuck-up. You're just..."

"Weird?"

You smile and nudge him. "You," you say.

"Right. A squishy, not-scary Muppet monster."

"That's right," you say, your smile widening. "Grover."

"You know, it's kinda growin' on me. The nickname."

"Funny," you say softly. "I was thinking the same about you." You lean in and kiss him softly, easily. It's quick, and you might have gone in for another, but the carhop arrives with your fries.

"Damn," Eddie mutters. "Saved by the cheese."

You giggle and the two of you dig in.

"But," he says after a food-filled silence, "I gotta protest: I might be stupid, but my balls aren't."

"Ohhh. Smart balls, huh?"

"Yup. These babies solve quadratic equations!"

You cover your mouth as you laugh and take a sip of coke. "Maybe you should ask them for help in math."

"Hm. You know, it's funny you should say that." He licks cheese off his fingers and wipes them on his jeans. "You're in AP Chem, right?"

"Mhmm."

"Cool, that's cool. I'm in chem, too. Not AP, of course. Just regular. But, uh. I gotta pass. I HAVE to. I gotta get out of Hawkins High."

"Third senior year," you remark. "It's maybe time."

"You're tellin' me. Anyway, you think maybe I could get some help? Like, uh. Tutoring?"

You consider a moment around a mouthful of cheesy potato. "Yeah, I could do that. Tomorrow, maybe? Unless you're busy."

"No, nope, I'm free. Tomorrow'd be great. We can go to my place after school. My uncle works doubles on Thursdays, second and third."

"Ouch," you say with a wince.

"Yeah, it's killer." He sighs and drops his napkin into the empty fry tray. "So. I gotta try again."

"Try what again?" you say with a frown.

"The kiss. You didn't see my best stuff, princess." He gets up to toss the trash in a nearby can, then boosts himself back into the van.

"Sound awfully sure of yourself," you say, scooting closer. You tug a little at his jacket and slide your hand under it, against his chest.

"You're gonna like it as much as you loved that song. Swear."

You let out a soft laugh. "Didn't love the song, pretty boy. Sorry."

"You liked it," he says.

"Hmm," you say, doubtfully.

He gently cups your face and rubs his nose against your cheek. "You liked it," he murmurs.

"Eh," you say, still playing it cool even as your pulse kicks up and your cheeks flush.

"You liked it," he says, firmly, and turns his head to capture his mouth with yours.

It's slow and easy and lingering, and when he pulls away you’re both a little breathless.

"I liked it," you whisper.

He grins. "I know you did, princess." He kisses you again, a little harder, and you make a soft noise before your hands come up to bury themselves in his hair.

He sucks your lower lip and nibbles gently. You're so soft and sweet; he can't get enough of kissing you, and it's only been two kisses.

You can't believe a boy can have lips this juicy. They're soft and full and he tastes salty like fries and sweet like root beer.

His tongue slides into your mouth and you meet it with your own. Tug his hair a little to pull his head back so you can nip at his jaw. His throat.

"Baby," he rasps. "Baby girl!"

You whine, just a little, and you both fall back into the van and somehow your leg hooks over his hips and you're grinding against each other as the kisses get hotter and deeper. His hand slides down to rest on your hip and creeps up just under the edge of your shirt. He tickles your side and you giggle.

"Ticklish?" he murmurs. "Good to know."

"Use your powers for good, Munson," you breathe and kiss him again. You press closer and rock. His hips fit between your thighs and you can feel... "Oh." You grin a little. "Hello."

"Shit!" he says. "Shit, babe, I'm sorry!"

You laugh a little. "It's okay," you breathe. "It's fine."

"Are you sure?" He's flushed red and sweating. "I'm really sorry."

"It's not like you can control it." You rock against him a little. "I don’t mind." You bite your lip. You want to see it. Touch it, even. But…

"Maybe—" You clear your throat. "Maybe you should take me home. I have a ton of homework."

"Yeah, sure, that's cool. That's good. I’m really—"

"Don't apologize again." You kiss him. "I promise I'm not mad or anything. Having a nice hard cock pressed against me is flattering, actually."

That seems to take some of the pressure off. "It's not stupid, either."

"Mmmm a penis that can do complex math. Be still my beating vagina."

He cracks up. "Wow," he says. "If I'd known it was that easy!"

"You calling me easy, Munson!?"

"...no..." He squirms a little. "Just, uh. Easily aroused?"

"Mmm." You lean in to bite his ear. "Says the boy with the raging hard-on."

"Come on, princess," he murmurs. His hand slides down over your ass. "You tellin' me you aren't wet right now?" He nuzzles your chin. "Throbbing a little, maybe?"

You don't want to admit it, but you've been at least fluttery since that first, quick kiss. Now your panties are soaked and you can feel your pounding heart in your cunt. You wish something else was pounding in that general vicinity.

"Maybe a little," you say. "A tiny bit."

He chuckles and squeezes your ass before he kisses you again. "Come on, baby doll. Lemme get you home. Or back to school?"

You lean away from him so you can grab his arm to check his watch. "Home," you say. "School's a wash for today."

"You got it." He kisses your nose, your forehead. "You're so pretty," he murmurs. "And soft. And smell amazing."

You brush your fingers over his kiss-swollen lips. "You're pretty. And soft...in some places. Fozzie Bear."

He grins. "Wacka wacka." He reluctantly pulls away and helps you up. "Shit," he mutters. "Head rush."

"Uh huh. Not much blood to the brain, huh?"

"Your fault, princess."

"Oops," you say, unrepentant.

He rolls his eyes and lifts you down from the van. "Brat."

"Muppet."

"Touché," he grumbles.

You're laughing as he helps you into the van's passenger seat. Maybe fake dating Eddie Munson won't be so bad after all. He's a good kisser and only pretends to be a jerk most of the time. You can work with that.

[mrsoharaa]

@auraee I'll explain the dream I woke up from yesterday morning here since it was quite a bit too long for a reply! ₍₍ (̨̡⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)̧̢ ₎₎

this is what happened! ; ( · ❛ ֊ ❛) ₊ ⊹

˗ˏˋ ❥ NSFW UNDER CUT! MDNI! ⚠️❗

sooo pretty much we were at this masquerade ball (he was on a undercover sort of mission) and I was just there (a feeble civilian lol), all dressed up in a long beautiful crimson gown, hair all messily but beautifully curled up into a wavy bun (loose strands falling from it and a bit on the side of my face by my ears), and the moment we locked eyes we knew things would get- tense. He surprisingly asks me for a dance and I, of course, agree, so we dance.

Tension runs higher and thicker between us, due to immense eye contact and lingering, wandering touches on each others bodies. And as the song mellows out- he pulls me close to him, his left hand on my waist as his right holds my own in such a delicate manner, leans forward (due to my short height lool) and hotly whispers into my ear that he needs a moment with me.

So he gently cups my hand, takes a quick look around the vast open space filled of people and murmurs something under his breath (he was communicating with another Spider person most likely).

Guides me away from the ocean room full of blabbering, laughing connoisseur's.

We eventually make it into the furthest peak of a languid hallway, traps me against the nearest wall with his looming body and just stares down at me longingly, almost hungry like.

Makes me a bit nervous- but also, thrilled me at the same time.

Tucks his fingers just beneath the base of my chin and tilts my head upward to meet his intent gaze. Things get more heated, as his lips finally finds mine in such a messy, greedy way.

Large hands roam all over me, lips entangled sloppily with mine as he presses his body firmly against mine. Pins me strictly against the marbled wall with his hefty weight.

Things get hotter and hotter as time goes by, and before I knew it-- this man had me bent over some flimsy, frail table lodged into the nearest dim storage/closet whispering/grunting unspeakable murmurs into my ear while ramming into me ruthlessly, my dress scrunched up above my sore waist, his piercing talons digging, scrapping along my heated, glistening skin as his fangs loom over my tender, plushy flesh.

Tells me that I've been taunting him all night, practically luring him without my knowing. Distracting him from his duties.

But I can't comprehend a single word- not when he was seven inches deep into my sputtering heat. Drool staining my deep maroon lipstick along the side of my puttering lips, eyes rolling to the back of my fuzzy head as my frail, small body shudders almost violently beneath his stocky weight.

His right hand that wrangled into my loose hair, pulling and tugging my head back almost rigorously, his torrid lips meet my pulsing ear once again, breathing and growling ever so heavily- animistic like.

"I knew you were going to be a problem the moment I laid e-eyes on you- fuck"

"You just couldn't stop undressing me with those bright round eyes of yours, could you cariño? you just couldn't look the other way and draw your needy attention away from me, hm?"

"¡Mierda! Te sientes tan bien, nena--!"

"Well, since you can't seem to keep your greedy, beady eyes off of me- you better keep them locked onto mine while I impregnate you"

"I want to see that stupid, beautiful dazed look in your pretty eyes while I fuck a baby deep into you, honey"

"You would like that huh? want my cum so deep in this tight, pretty pussy of yours? to have a strangers baby?"

"Heh, I know you would preciosa-- I can tell by the way your sopping cunt is clinging around me for dear life"

"Going to make you m-mine and mine only mi amor...you're gonna be such a beautiful, radiant mother hermosa" he'd grunt hoarsely deep into my burning, ringing ear, his left hand dragging down to the midst of my belly, pressing down onto my exposed skin, as he empties himself completely deep inside of me.

b-but yeah! that...that was what I woke up too yesterday ROFL OOF😵‍💫😵‍💫🫣

[leatherbookmark]

tell us about abt old people chengqing!! :)

anon I am SO SORRY I saw this ask millennia ago and it was late so I was like ah! I'll reply tomorrow AND THEN I DIDN'T

anyway with old people chengqing I imagine a modern au they meet when they're already old. I think I should probably consider whether they'd have their spouses or grandchildren in this one but alas: I can't be arsed. so I'll just say that they meet in something like... hm. maybe it's a library or a culture center. maybe they live in the same neighbourhood and meet during a meeting about, idk, whether to build or not to build a new playground. who knows.

anyway, the thing is: they're similar. wq has never stopped saying what's on her mind, if anything, age has only made her care less about what people might say, because look. she's old. she's a retired doctor. can you prove she didn't assist your mother birthing you? you can't. are you gonna argue with someone who helped haul your ass into this world? no. sit down and shut up AND we're putting the money into the heating fund, flower beds can wait. (her speciality was cardiology and she didn't have That much experience with midwifery, but do people need to know that? also no.)

meanwhile jc learned to give less of a fuck what people, for example wei wuxians*, think about him, and this is also thanks to his age because you're gonna tell an old fart what to do? (at some point wwx told him that "old fart" does not suit such a fancy schmancy man as him. look at him. he's dressed way too neatly for a "fart". venerable flatus, perhaps. you're appropriating old fartery, a-cheng.) he often comes ready to Argue for his case, but then it turns out that either his suggestions are quite reasonable and everyone agrees, OR that wq has already given the people assembled a single Look and they suddenly found it in themselves to agree with her, oh, wholeheartedly.

*although whether wwx is a person or a nuisance sent to this green bitch of an earth specifically to torment jc, well that's a separate argument

so. they are being Shipped.

obviously -- one might say -- being old and bitchy at the same time and place does not mean you would make a good couple. tell that to the youths, though. you try and tell them. you accidentally bark at the kids to quiet down or watch out for their little sibling roughly at the same time and suddenly everyone's like ooh, isn't that cute! they catch you bitching about people who value looks over practicality and want the balconies to be renovated in a way that'll need further renovation in five years, utter idiocy, ONCE, and suddenly everyone's giggling, throwing you Looks, and asking if you've seen the flyers for dancing nights for the elderly.

of course you've seen them! you helped organise the whole thing. s o m e people need that, for interaction or something, and it needs to be done well, simple as that. no, they can't go. they've been there last month, the snacks were alright But this month they cannot. she has a book signing and he goes fishing with a-ling's youngest, you know how it is. maybe you kids should try other hobbies too, since you clearly have nothing else to do!

(the kids in question are like. 40-50.)

but. while it's annoying and bothersome, it's not like wq and jc actually hate each other. in fact, yeah, they like each other quite a lot, at least as much as you can like someone while like... coexisting. but this whole Thing with people making jokes like they were a bunch of schoolkids and not Old People does actually make them entertain, even just in their heads, the possibility of Getting To Know Each Other Better.

and while jc is, actually, interested -- she's a very intelligent, responsible woman, and physically she's quite excellent too -- he does get a bit shy in matters like these, so he just... doesn't really plan on doing anything, since he's quite pleased with how they are already. wq, however, does not like not knowing where she stands, so one day she just comes up to him -- when they're alone, mind you, she doesn't want to make a show for everyone out of this -- and goes, well, would you be interested in taking me dancing? and he. is glad he's put the book away, because his fingers twitch and he'd surely tear the paper. no, he says, i can organize this shit, but i don't like dancing at all. (there's a pause.) but if you were interested in going somewhere together, or getting something to eat...

(she is. and they go, like, right away, because a new cafe opened nearby and she wanted to try it, and then they go for a walk in the park and she tells him about her family, and he tells her about his, and they find another thing they have in common -- being surrounded by reckless fools, and also children -- and by the time a natural pause in their conversation arrives, one that happens because many topics have been exhausted, it's already dinner time, so now they go to a place jc likes... and by the time wgxn notice them it's too late to run away because they're in the middle of the soup, but jc suffers only a little because, see, the soup is good and so is this date, so really,)

[heather-ouo]

A dream’s disguise

Fu Hua x HoC! GN! Reader

Warning!: the usual grammar probleme, no proofread.

Things to remind

(Dr./n) - Doctor name

( H/c ) - hair color

(Y/n) - your name

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part 2, part 3 (end), Alternative end

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“ (Dr./n) says you can be discharged today! Isn’t it exciting Hua? ”

The girl named Hua looks at you who is sharping an apple for her.

Yes she somehow got into the hospital due to some war but according to her memory during the war something happen or not, Apparently she was black out in the war and humanity has won against the Honkai more or precisely the Herrscher of the End.

“ Hua are you listening? ”

“ H-huh..? Sorry dear, can you repeat it again?”

You let out a sigh and stop what you are doing in your hand.

“ (Dr./n) said you may have amnesia due to your head has bang on something hard and the PSTD thing they ask you if you want the medicine treatment or therapy. ”

“ I'll take medicine… we haven’t spent much time on each other since the war….”

The (h/c) stares blankly at smiling Hua, confused because normally Fu Hua didn’t say much about spending time together and she is still figuring how Human emotions works.

“ Wow wow there- who in the honkai are you? What happened to my Fu Hua who didn't know much about relationships? ”

“ I… learned it from a friend. ”

“ A little sus but…I guess I can get used to it. ”

“ Anyway after the war with End The Shicksal has suggested using Honkai as the main energy of the city and which the government agreed. ”

“ Honkai as the main source? But… ”

“ You don’t have to worry about that! They only hire people who have high resistance if the core leaks or something, now eat up! ”

You pass the peeled apple to Hua who takes it from your hand then you start to head off to fill in paper for Hua’s discharge.

Hua watches you leave the room and she looks out of the window. It's weird…ever since she woke up there's odd small voices appearing randomly like.

“ —a! W—e —! TH— -S - -r—m!-! ” “ I’- —rr-… H—”

Something like that… but whenever you are near her all the voices start to disappear, maybe her mind hasn’t fully recovered from the war, Fu Hua stares into space until a (h/c) appears in her views.

“ Hua~! We can go now! ”

. . . . . .

The duo drive back to St. Freya Academy in a taxi, originally you guys plan to walk back but… the moment the duo step out of the hospital people just swarm towards you two and ask for signatures or pictures together.

So to make things easier you summoned a void portal and escaped crowds of people with Hua, right now the duo are quiet while Fu Hua is staring out of the window and you telling her what’s going on with the Academy since Honkai is defeated.

“ -nkai are reduced down a bit but we still use it for small purposes, for herrscher it will be a big problem. My case would be different since I have half of the control. ”

For a split moment the sky suddenly turned red and back to normal it went unnoticed to Hua but for you… you can’t hold this together.

“ Welcome back! Class president/Fu Hua! ”

Arriving at the dorm Hua was surprised by this though she is curious about the rings on Kiana And Mei’s ring finger along with Bronya and Seeles’s.

“ Thank you everyone… i suppose l’m the last one? ”

“ yes and… Kiana! Stay away form those fried chicken! or no cuddles tonight! ”

Kiana who is caught red-handed let out a yelp.

“ But Mei-senpai! Can’t I just have one? Please??? ”

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* Kiana use puppy eyes on Mei! *

* Unfortunately Mei is immune to puppy eyes *

* Not a effective attack *

* Mei use “ Head chop ” on Kiana! *

* Very effective! *

* The opponent reveals to have an unshown personality! *

* Masochist effect has shown on Kiana! *

* A new opponent has joined! *

* Fu Hua use “ Neck Chop ” on Kiana! *

* Very Effective! *

* Kiana has fainted! * ——————————————————————————

“ Sorry about Kiana Class president..”

“ It’s alright Mei. ”

Mei Smiled and picked up Kiana then went to their room but for Fu Hua it was a different image.

Dark red sky, broken down buildings, broken weapons lay around without its owner, lances, pieces of iron stab into the ground, splashed bloodstains and some fresh ones, bodies.

“ MEi! CAN YOU FIND ANY OPEN SPACE TO ESCAPE WITH KIANA?! ”

“ I CAN! BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU CLASS PRESIDENT?? ”

“ YOU TWO RETREATS FIRST I HAVE TO FIND (Y/N)! ”

Mei holds Kiana close and both of them are badly injured even in their herrscher’s form they are no match for the End, currently they hide themself behind some broken down buildings while lances rain down without a care in the world, Hua and the injured duo are very away from each other making it a very difficult retreat.

Hua looks around to find you in your herrscher form fighting against the End. It is very obvious the End has the upper hand, she can feel your regeneration is not keeping up with you…

“FU HUA W-”

“ -u hua??? HUA!? ”

Fu Hua is dragged back from her flashback to the sound of someone keep shouting her name.

“ Huh..? ”

“ Seriously… are you still tired? We can go to bed if you want. ”

“ Dear l’m fine, i just need some fresh air.. ”

“ Alright? I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, oh and don’t forget your medicine! ”

The gray blue-ish haired girl nodded then went outside of the dorm and found Welt standing there as if he was waiting for her.

“ Fu Hua.. if you may.. i wonder if you can answer me a question. ”

“ What is it? ”

“ What if this is all just a dream..? If we have been put to sleep by the End and the moment we wake up the world we chose to protect is all gone? ”

“ Welt the war has ended and if this is a dream l would know it by now and you knew that. ”

Hua holds her hand out and concentrates, white mixed with red-ish feathers appears around the girl and so is her hair.

“ l see… ”

“ Well sorry about that war question but i have to go now. ”

“ Ah… that’s close….. ”

“ That guy Welt… he almost break it like the last time with Sirin.. ”

You? Mumble in some staircases before disappearing into cubes.

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Guess whats going on?

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Part 2, part 3 (end), Alternative end

Tagging people :D ( permission asked! )

@azukaaa

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Sweet as pie

PAIRING ⇒ Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT ⇒ 2.1K

SUMMARY ⇒ You're treating your husband, Ransom, to a beautiful and romantic dinner for your anniversary, but he doesn't know that he is the dessert you've been thinking of all week. You can't wait to sink your teeth into him and tasting every last bit he has to offer you.

RATING ⇒ Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ Established relationship, use of nicknames (Cookie, Puppy)

SMUT ⇒ D/S dynamics (Soft Dom!Reader, Sub!Ransom), subspace, mommy kink, praise kink, discussion of safewords, use of ropes as restraint, oral (M receiving), titty fucking, multiple orgasms, implied aftercare.

A/N ⇒ I really missed writing for my dear, sweet Sub!Ransom and I'm very happy about how this fic turned out! This man has my heart, and I can't wait to write more for him, so keep your eyes open for future fics I will write - both for this AU and others. This was proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot thank you enough! I appreciate you deeply, and I love you 💜

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Main Masterlist ⇒ Ransom Drysdale Masterlist ⇒ AU Masterlist

Today marks your 10th anniversary with your husband, Ransom, and you have taken him out to a romantic, fancy dinner to celebrate the night. Your appetizers are just finished, and you're waiting for the entree. When you lift your wineglass, Ransom is doing the same with his.

"Here's to the past ten years and many more. I feel very fortunate to have you by my side, Ransom, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I love you, and I can't wait to see what our future holds," you tell him before clinking carefully against his glass and bringing it to your lips.

"I love you too, my beautiful Cookie; I can't imagine my life with anyone other than yourself by my side," he says before sipping some of his wine, a content feeling settling over both of you as you're enjoying the atmosphere in the restaurant, as well as the conversation that naturally flows between the two of you.

When your entree is finished, Ransom is about to pick up the dessert menu, but you stop him before he can.

"I have a different plan for dessert tonight, Puppy. Let's head home because I want to try out something special, something we've never done before if you're okay with it," he looks up at you with excitement, curious as to what you have planned for him this evening. He agrees with your ideas; curiosity is piqued about what you're planning, and before you know it, you're home and changing into a more comfortable outfit.

"I want you to assume the position, my sweet Puppy, and when I'm ready, I'll tell you exactly what I have planned. I want to remind you that you can always say no if you're uncomfortable with it. I do not want you to do something because I'm into it. I care about your pleasure and well-being too," you tell him in a soft yet stern voice as your hands run up and down over his arms, looking up into his bright blue eyes that make you feel like you're floating in the ocean.

"Yes, Mommy," Ransom answers gently as he removes his clothes and puts them away before getting on the bed. He's entirely bare for you, and you can see that his giant, veiny cock is standing at attention with precum already gathering at the tip. It's flushed pink, though he pays no attention to it. His hands are folded in his lap, his eyes trained on you.

"Look at you, sitting there and looking sweet as pie," the praise falling from your lips effortlessly as the pink tint on his cheeks intensifies with your sweet words. If there's one thing Ransom goes crazy for, it is praise. However, you do not hand it out often during your scenes, as he has to earn it.

While Ransom is entirely naked, you opted to put in a lacey bodysuit that enhances every curve of your body perfectly, and you feel like a million bucks. Ransom's jaw nearly hits the floor as he takes in your physique. With your hair tied back, make-up subtle, and body on display for him. He has rarely been happier to have you as his dominant than he is now.

"Now, I mentioned trying something new earlier, and what I referenced is playing around with ropes," you say as you walk over to the dresser where your toys are. The sway in your hips has Ransom's eyes moving to your ass, seeing how the flesh moves with every step before coming to a halt and getting the ropes.

"For this, you're going to be on your knees the entire time; your hands and feet will be tied together so I can use you mainly for my pleasure tonight," and as soon as those words are in the air, Ransom lets out a soft, needy whine. There's nothing better to him than when you use him as your personal fucktoy, using him for nothing than your pleasure.

"Are you okay with that, Puppy?" your tone now firm to get his full attention.

"Y-yes, Mommy. Want you to tie me up and use me," the glimmer in his eyes intensifying at the thought.

"Before I do, I want you to remind me of your safewords," you tell him, sitting on your knees before him, the rope between you both. His eyes look up at you with pure adoration, and your heart melts a little at the sight.

"Green means that I'm good, that we can keep going. Yellow means that we stop temporarily and change what we're doing or take a break when necessary. Red means the scene will stop entirely, and we will go into aftercare," he tells you carefully, and you nod as he tells you.

"Good boy," you praise him, and he's practically purring under your praise. It doesn't take long for him to be tied up, his hands and feet bound together by the rope you bought not too long ago. Today will be a learning experience for both of you, so you decide to take it easy on him.

As soon as he's tied up, you move to the front of him, taking in the sight before you for a moment. Ransom's face is flushed in a beautiful, sweet pink color, and his eyes are half-lidded with pleasure already. He's slipping into a hazy mindset, as you now have complete control over him, and he couldn't be happier about it.

"What's your color, Puppy?" you ask him as you take his face into your hands, ensuring he's looking right at you. This way, you can check if he's comfortable or showing signs of distress or discomfort. There aren't any signs of it, and with a soft 'green' he lets you know he's good to go.

"I'm not going to keep you in those ropes for long this time, and if you're really good for Mommy, I'll give you an amazing reward," you tell him, and he nods before you scoot back on the bed and sink, now at eye-level with his achingly hard cock.

As soon as you wrap your hand around the base, Ransom moans, the anticipation you've been building by simply tying him up enough to bring him to the edge of release already. He lets out every moan and groan that wants to escape, and it serves to make you wetter. While you enjoy sucking him off, you're partially doing it for him, too.

Your tongue glides over the bottom of his cock, tracing the vein popping off as Ransom's head falls back, and he's trying to fight against the restraints, wanting to lace his hands through your hair. He grunts when he can't escape, and a grin spreads on your features.

"What's wrong, Puppy? Did Mommy tie your hands back?" you ask teasingly, and Ransom nods with a deep whine.

"Want to touch you, Mommy," he says softly, but you shake your head.

"Not yet, Puppy; right now, you will take what I give you and nothing else," you tell him firmly, and he nods, suppressing a whine that wants to escape desperately. Instead, he lets himself slightly slump into the position he's sitting in, getting a little more comfortable.

As you look up at him, you can see his brows knitting together, and you let go with a wet pop before sitting upright, hearing Ransom moan at the feeling of you taking away the perfect warmth of your mouth.

"Color?" you ask him directly, and it takes him a second to answer. He's sinking deeper into subspace and knows precisely how he feels, as he's feeling better than ever. Though it's a struggle to get the words out, he eventually does tell you his color is green, and he's still good to go. Despite that, you watch him during the rest of your scene.

After that, you sink to take him into your mouth again, sucking gently as you slowly work him into your mouth and throat. Ransom's moans became uncontrollable as he climbed his high, and it only made you more aroused, your fingers slipping between your thighs to give yourself some relief as well.

"Cum for me, Puppy; Mommy wants to taste your cum," you tell him before taking him down to the base of his cock, gagging at the intrusion in your throat before he lets go, his hips stuttering as he fucks your face slightly through his orgasm.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes when you cum, Puppy? You're being such a good, obedient boy for me today," you tell him, and he nods while the praise makes him blush deeply. His cock is now soft between his thighs, though you know it won't take long for him to get hard again, and you know exactly what you're going to do next.

The words you tell him are seeping slowly into his brain, as he's pretty deep into subspace already. He's very pliant with everything you do, and before you know it, he's untied, the ropes now on the floor as you gently massage his wrists and ankles. You didn't make them too tight to make it more comfortable for him, and he loves feeling your fingers on his skin.

"How're you feeling, Puppy? Can you tell me your color?"

"Green, Mommy, 's all green," he tells you with a dopey smile, and your heart skips a beat as you look at your husband. You feel fortunate to be loved by someone as special as him, and to love him with your entire heart and soul is something you'll never take for granted, which you often tell him. You kiss him softly on his temple before moving on with the scene.

"I want you to lay down on your back, Puppy. Spread these beautiful thighs for Mommy as she undresses, so you can fuck these tits like you always so desperately want," you tell him, and his eyes shoot up at you to make sure you said what he thinks you said. The sly grin on your face tells him all he needs to know before scrambling to get on his back, his head lying on the plush pillows of the bed.

He looks at you as the delicate lace slides over your body, revealing every part of you that Ransom loves. Every inch of skin that's exposed makes him even harder, and he has to swallow thickly to ensure he won't do anything embarrassing. That doesn't last long, however, because as soon as you bend over to take off the garment, Ransom lets out a needy moan.

Your back is turned to him as you bend over, displaying your ass and dripping pussy perfectly for him. He wants to make you feel good and have you fall apart on his cock more times than he can count, but he won't do that right now. He wants even more to be good for you, earning him the reward he desires.

"Hmm, looks like you enjoyed my show, Puppy," you say as you eye Ransom's cock, which is at total hardness again. You crawl onto the bed and sit between his legs before assuming the position.

"What's your color?" you ask as a bit of check-in to see if he's still okay. As soon as the words 'so fucking green' roll from his lips, you smile broadly before bending down, ready to let Ransom have his way with your breasts. You take Ransom's cock and place it between your boobs before squeezing them together and looking at him expectantly.

"You're going to have to work for it, Puppy. Do you want to cum? Then you have to fuck Mommy's tits to get what you want," you say matter-of-factly. He nods and slowly starts thrusting up, the glide of his cock between your slightly lubricated boobs feeling heavenly.

"That's it, Puppy, fuck Mommy's tits until they're coated in your delicious cum," you spur him on, and this time it doesn't take long for him to cum, shooting the ropes of white seed onto your tits and face, allowing you to lick all of it off and swallowing every drop of it. After this orgasm, he's completely spent, and you take your sweet time cleaning him up on the bed and in the shower.

"You've been good to me, Ransom; you're the best Puppy I could ever wish for," you tell him as you capture his lips, the kiss gentle and unhurried. Your hand cups his face as you slowly deepen the kiss, letting it take its natural course before letting him tuck into your side, ready to sleep.

"Goodnight, my beautiful Puppy," you tell him with a kiss on his damp hair from the shower.

"Goodnight, Cookie," Ransom says with a thick voice that's heavy with sleep. It doesn't take long for both of you to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, your combined bodies tangled with limbs. Tonight was a perfect introduction to playing with ropes, and you can't wait to venture even more into it with your amazing husband.

[whumpcereal]

Hallie’s brow furrows as she focuses.

Canon, Just After "Lucky:"

Hallie's brow furrows as she focuses. Jack watches her from his spot across the table, smothering his smile behind his hand.

"Okay, Daddy. L-E-M--is it A or I next?"

"It's an O, baby," Jack says. "Lem-O-nade."

"It doesn't sound like an O," Hallie fires back, but her black crayon moves in a precise circle anyway. She blows her curly bangs out of her face. "But then an N, yeah?"

"Yep," says Jack, popping the 'p.' He scribbles idly at the coloring page in front of him, a dinosaur wearing sunglasses and lounging on a beach. Hallie chose it for him, of course. "N-A-D-E."

Hallie nods, and her tongue pops out from between her lips as she carefully prints the next letters. When she's done, she drops her crayon dramatically and throws her arms wide. "Okay! Lemonade!"

Jack peeks over at her work. The letters are a little lopsided, and Hallie's N is backwards, but it's not bad for a recent Kindergarten graduate.

"Looks great, punky. How much do you think you should charge?"

"Um, like, twenty bucks."

Jack laughs. "For one cup?"

"You make really good lemonade, Daddy," Hallie says seriously.

"I mix really good lemonade."

"I like it."

"I'm glad," Jack says. "But maybe it would be better if we charged a quarter."

Hallie's eyebrows wiggle upward. "A dollar?"

"Hallie, you can't gouge people for Country Time lemonade."

"What's gouge?"

Jack smiles. "Overcharge. People don't want to pay more money than they would spend on the lemonade at the store."

"Well, they should!" Hallie says. She kneels on the seat of her chair and stares purposefully at Jack. "It's for something important. We need lotsa money to help the people pets."

It was Hallie's idea, of course. She doesn't ask too many questions about what happened to Jack, but since she found out that he'd been in the system, she's been hellbent on doing what she can to help the people still in it. She's already made signs for her bedroom--PEOPLE ARE NOT PETS, backwards N and all--and called every relative and canvassed for donations. The lemonade stand is her first real entrepreneurial venture. Jack agreed to help her because Joe gets choked up every time they talk about it.

"You're right, baby. It is important, but we also want to be fair."

Hallie sighs, slumping back in her chair. "I guess."

"Hallie Marilyn, do you know how much I love you?"

Hallie lifts her head. "You should prob'ly tell me."

Jack gets up and moves to Hallie's side of the table. He wraps his arms around her little body and kisses her cheek. "More than lemonade, that's for sure."

"I think I love you almost as much as chocolate."

Jack rests his chin on her dark curls. "I'll take it."

[cable-knit-sweater]

Maya. I just read You Make My Dreams Come True and I -

I can't even-

I'm literally just

...only I cried harder than this. I swear I started sobbing at the end of the first chapter and then cried my way through the next three. You should see my face right now because I am a M-E-S-S. It's a good thing that I'm alone right now because this was like full on ugly crying. I think I might start crying again now actually

UGH, I know this isn't a very good 'Hey I loved your fic!!' message and I'm sorry and I swear I'll leave a more coherent comment under the fic itself once I've composed myself but !!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. IT'S SO FULL OF HEART AND PINING AND LOVELY DUMB BOYS IN LOVE AND SENTIMENTALITY AND SAPPINESS AND IT'S THE FREAKIN BEST.

I hope that everyone who loves Evanstan reads this fic because it's a MUST read. It's rendered me a crying, blotchy mess and it's absolutely amazing, as are you, Maya. I know generally speaking crying on your birthday isn't considered a good thing, but in this case it absolutely is.

GOD. I love this so much? I can't believe you took my silly prompt and turned it into this incredible thing?????? It's instantly one of my Evanstan faves and I'll be rereading it until eternity. I love our boys so damn much, and I love you. 💘

Minnie, my love 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

I don’t even know where to begin, really. I sent you that DM because really, you’ve rendered me a little speechless, definitely NOT because you didn’t manage to get across how you felt about it 😭😭 And because it means SO SO SO damn much to me that you feel this way about this fic, so I’ll do my best to express it, even if that feels impossible right now🥺🥺💕

This literally everything I could ask or hope for. I had no idea your prompt would take me into this story either. To be honest, I was a little lost. Bless @forsureitslove 💛 for saying something about Seb leaving his jacket behind at Chris’s, and him being a sap about it - because as soon as she said that, I don’t think I could stop. The fact that it’s your prompt, from one of my favorite people, makes it even better that this whole story (and possibly universe) became what it did. I really should thank you for that 💛💛

I’m definitely proud of this one, but reading your wonderful comments makes it even more rewarding. And I get it, oh I get it honey. I made myself cry with this one a little bit, so the fact that it touched you so much it led to ugly crying… well, let’s say I agree that crying on your birthday isn’t normally a good thing, but this I’ll take with all the gratitude in the world 🥺🥺🥺

And I guess I write mostly for me, what I hope for and what I’d like to see. But it wasn’t just your prompt that got me to write it. I think half of the reasons I love them so much are because of you. And since I poured all my love for them into this fic, it’s kinda yours too. 💖💖💖

It’s really all I want for them, those beautiful idiot boys. They deserve everything, all the sappiness and sentimentality and romantic gestures, and I loved giving them some of that in this story 💖💖 And to share my love for them with you is the best thing to happen to me in a long long time. I love you to the moon and back, I really really do 💕💕💕

I really just hope I’ve managed to convey even a fraction of what this means to me, because I’m not always sure I know how to express it, and I probably forgot to tell you some of the things I want to say. But just in case, a gif of me right now:

(Also bless @justconfettiandsomeddew for this gif it’s everything)

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and twenty seven

okay.

i've been playing so much stardew (and reading ao3)!

did my weekly grocery shopping on monday and also picked up a vinyl for my sister that i had ordered and managed to get myself a puberty 2 vinyl as well while browsing the store hihi.

on thursday i had a presentation together with my classmates d, e and o. d's so pretty and smart *dies*. she had dyed her hair (or well, retouched it) and it looked so nice. i think i MIGHT (!) be developing a crush. i don't know. TRUST ME I DON'T KNOW EITHER HOW I CAN MOVE BETWEEN PEOPLE SO QUICK!!!!!!!! only thing is that she's very short which had always for me been like... a thing i don't really like. LIKE I KNOW IT'S NOT GOOD TO BE VISUAL LIKE THAT but... it's okay to have a few visual preferences... right? or am i problematic?

i have however always thought she was pretty during the online lectures back in the fall too. literally after my first day i remember thinking about how pretty i thought she was and how i'd like to be her friend... or something along those lines...

right... presentation. we had about influences in k-pop and i had about queer influences but i was so nervous TT d like... nodded and hummed and agreed and stuff throughout the thing which in a way helped but you know, i was still stumbling over all words and repeating information and only looking at the floor and my hand was super shakey... like to the point where o mentioned it when she was trying to comfort me afterwards TT she was like "oh no, you did well, one could tell your hand was shaking but other than that it was really good!"

on the brighter side, i received a lot of questions afterwards, which i now realize could just be because i explained it poorly, so that was nice. however i once again got nervous and like... couldn't perfectly explain things so d jumped in for me and answered and gave shorter and more concise answers. i'd like to think she did it because she noticed how uncomfortable i was. i was impressed how much she knew about the subject but i guess it makes sense since her part of the presentation was about black influences in k-pop and you know, black and queer culture have a lot of history together and queer history includes mainly people of color. it was still impressive though.

i talked briefly with her and s after class and i walked home feeling like i might have some friends soon. so that's exciting!

on friday i went shopping with m. it was a lot of fun but i spent so much money... we went to some stores then had food then more stores then a sweet treat then beer. i'll list a quick haul: halfaxa vinyl, maroon nail polish, foundation, eyeliner and a hair repair oil thingy.

we also... kind of planned a trip to dublin for funsies... to see twenty one pilots next year... we might fuck around and go... we have over a year to save up for it so you know... it's fineeeeeee. i'm so glad we both love ireland.

yesterday was my sister's birthday. i gave her an orville peck vinyl and a shirt with pedro pascal on it. her two fav things, country and pedro. i was nervous she wouldn't like the shirt but she ended up wearing it for when her (our?) friends came over, a, j and l. we had white people taco night and then played mario kart and mario party. it was a lot of fun!

our shower drain is clogged so today's laundry day so i can wash the bathroom rug that ended up being... quite nasty after the shower that made us realize the drain was clogged. i had to do my laundry soon anyways so it's fine.

i used to really like doing laundry but now it feels like such a hassle. i booked the same machine twice today so i had more time to wash everything since i think i wanna wash the rug seperately from my clothes and then i obviously have to do seperate color and white washes. so much work.

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