#[muffled artist yelling]

[sukunas-wife]

Baby Yuji who clings and cries to you when your helpers try to take him away because someone with such a high reputation to hold shouldn’t be seen with a babe latched onto their breast

His little cries that make your heart ache outside his nursery door. Barging in and picking up your baby boo and cooing at him as he instantly stops crying his little fish taking a death tight grip to your shirt asking for you never let him go.

Baby Yuji who gets mushed instantly as your enter your private chambers because Sukuna was ready for a second child only to be stopped when he heard his sons muffled cries against his own bare chest.

Sukuna who sighs carrying his baby boy using his reverse cursed technique to heal him of any squish damage. Cradling him against his chest in he massive arms. Squeezing his yawning sons cheeks between his hand just for his son to take a tight hold on his finger. The way Sukuna laughs proudly at how his son was so strong for someone so small

The smug look when you try to take Yuji away from Sukuna only for Yuji to cry and cling to his daddy

Your little pout as Baby Yuji sleeps on his daddy’s chest secured by his arms and you held against your husbands side with his free arm

Toddler Yuji who’s first word isn’t mama or papa but “koo… kooo kooOUuna…” you look confused turning to your husband with a raised brow “whose Kouna?” “It’s KUNA woman! As in SuKUNA,” he crossed his arms against his chest smug smirk, “We can see who the preferred is.” You puffed your cheeks “Ryomen Sukuna i have half a never to- Koona!” You turned to your son picking him up “little traitor”

Toddler Yuji who no matter where he is, he’s not afraid to walk, he knows his mom and dad will be right there to catch him and pick him up to try again

The time Yuji was across the massive palace room, you were watching him sit and play. Sukuna was lounged out in front of the sunny window after a bath trying to relax. Never had he felt the instinct that forced him up and over, catching his son just before he toppled over into the floor. His speed was scary and accurate turning to you as you were just behind him.

Little Yuji who yells in delight when you throw him up in the air to catch him again kissing his cheeks, is the same Yuji who screams when his dad hurls him into the air only to fall back against his dad clinging for life against his dads rumbling chest. He dad laughing out loud before Yuji is screaming “again again!”

The heart attacks you’ve had watching these things happen just for Uraume to assure nothing bad will fall upon the heir

The cute moments when you and Sukuna take Yuji’s small chubby hands while walking and picking him up and swinging him every third step. His little smile and laughs as he looks up at both of you, your smile as you look at Sukuna, that rare soft smile and look in his eyes that remind you why you fell for him. Proving he’s not the cruel tyrant others have him to be.

Sukuna who threatens the best artist in the village to create an oil painting of you, your husband and Yuji with every birthday that passes because even though he won’t express how much he enjoys these moments, he’s afraid of time slipping through his fingers

[kaciidubs]

Ass or Tits?

❣ Summary: The question of 'ass or tits' never truly mattered when you had a group of men who loved all of you. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 6.4k ❣ Warnings: Poly! OT8 x Reader, smut, humor, fluff, light Dom/Sub dynamics, creampie(s), squirting, cum play, referenced after care ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Usual first name + pet name references for the members, Reader is referred to as Baby, Mommy, Miss, Princess, Good Girl, Bunny, Bub, Kitten, Jagi, Noona, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Hey, Hyune?”

The artist hummed as he sketched away at his desk, “Yeah?”

“What do you like better, ass or tits?”

He froze, dropping the charcoal pencil as your words ran through his head on repeat.

“Your ass or tits?”

There was no way he was about to get caught in an infamous partner discourse, not after years of being immune to other futile debates brought on by a certain freckle-faced fairy.

You scoffed out a laugh, rolling onto your stomach from your resting place on his bed, “I mean, I’d hope you’d be talking about my ass or tits, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin whipped his head toward you, eyebrows pushing to his hairline, “W-Well how am I supposed to know!?  This is one of the questions every person dreads! You’re expecting me to pick one or the other on one of my favorite people in the world? What then? Are you going to ask me ‘acrylic or charcoal’? Because I’ll have you know, those are two very different mediums and-”

“Hyunjin, baby - it’s just a question!” Stifling a chuckle, you shook your head, “It’s not like I’m going to ban you from sex if you pick something I didn’t expect - I’m just curious, you know? All of you have different preferences and even though after two years I can kind of make a good guess, I wanna hear it from the sources.”

His shoulders relaxed, visibly slumping in his chair and running his cleaner hand through his short hair, “You’re stressing me out, muse! Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m so sorry, my little drama queen - now, pick!”

Dark eyes scanned your figure, his head cocking to the side and if you looked closer you could’ve seen the gears turning in his brain.

“Mm… Tits.”

“I knew it.”

“Wha- What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you calling me basic?”

“No, my prince, I’m calling you predictable,” getting off of the bed, you walked toward him and pinched his cheek lovingly, “you grope Changbin’s chest like it’s your job, and there’s rarely a moment your hand isn’t on my chest when we’re cuddling. Now, go wash up - we’re meeting in Chris’s room.”

With a quick kiss to the crown of his head, you walked out of his room with your phone in hand, thumbs typing away in your group chat.

|❣️: Chris’s room asap 💋

“So… Is there a reason why we were summoned? To Chan’s room, no less?” Minho hummed inquisitively, picking up a small souvenir from the eldest’s dresser and turning it in his hands.

“If this is an intervention about League, I swear I didn’t mean to yell that night - I honestly didn’t think anyone heard me!” Came Felix’s whine of defense, already making himself a home on the California king bed, “Seungmin was throwing the game on purpose and I was losing against this stupid-”

“That’s crazy.” Seungmin gaped, faux shock on his face as he purposefully rolled on top of the Aussie, a muffled groan getting caught in the midst of it all. “I told you not to put too much trust in me!”

“Lixie, hate to break it to you, but this definitely isn’t an intervention, but we’ll come back to that point later.” Clapping your hands, you took in the rest of the members who either piled onto the bed, doubled up in Chris’s computer chair, or stood against the door frame. “Anyways - I called you guys here because I have a question!”

“I’d peel a pineapple for you if you asked.”

The room went silent as all eyes shot to Jisung who was currently seated in Minho’s lap, a triumphant smile on his pretty lips.

“I… No, Jisung, it’s not that question, but I’ll remember your answer when I do ask.” Willing away the confused looks sent your way, you cleared your throat, “The actual question is; which do each of you like better - my ass, or my tits?”

The room broke into an uproar, various voices speaking over one another as some questioned the validity of the question while others argued their respective points.

“Noona, you really think we can just pick one thing to like about you?”

Minho scoffed, “I can - her ass, easily.”

“Oh… Shit, you’re right.”

“Jeongin?! Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t pick?!”

“Hyung, that was before I was reminded of how her ass looks in her pajama shorts - you can’t tell me that’s not the hottest sight.”

“I can because I chose her tits!”

Felix laughed, holding his hand up for an air high-five, “I was gonna pick her tits too, Jinnie!”

“This is the stupidest conversation I’ve ever heard,” Seungmin mumbled, throwing an arm over his face, though it did nothing to cover the redness of his ears.

“Bunny, you know you’re more than just your body parts, right?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Binnie, I’m well aware - I’m just asking for the fun of it, it’s nothing deeper than that!”

Changbin hummed, fluffy curls shifting with the movement, “In that case, I’m team ass - it’s just so cute and round and-” He lifted his hand, squeezing the air as if it were your ass cheeks with a dreamy sigh, “-god, I love it.”

“Okay but, what if we can’t pick?” Jisung piped up, a soft pout puffing his cheeks, “There’s no way I can just choose one - look at you, you’re fucking sexy, Jagi!”

“The oral fixation says boobs, Han, there’s no way out of it.”Felix deadpanned from his place on the bed, his head turned to nail the man with a mischievous glint, “Trust me, I know.”

The latter’s eyes flicked to your t-shirt, tracing the outline of your breasts in the loose fabric with ease. “Yeah… Yeah, you’re right - her tits are amazing.”

“Alright, Chan and Seungmin, you two are the only ones left - make your choice!” Hyunjin demanded lightly, gesturing his hand toward your body from his seat next to you, “Tits or ass? Ass or tits? Which one is it?”

“I’m not playing this game,” the youngest of the two mumbled, his position unchanged.

“Oh, come on, Seungmin! She said it herself, it’s just for fun, she won’t take any offense to what you choose,” Felix prodded, wiggling his body next to his boyfriend, “and we won’t make fun of you if you pick something we didn’t expect.”

“Yeah, puppy,” reaching down, you threaded your fingers through his black hair, “whatever you pick is fine with me, and if anyone makes fun of you for it, they won’t get anything from me for a week.”

That roused a small chuckle from him as he moved his arm, looking up at you with soft eyes, “Really? You think you could go that long?”

“For my Seungmin? Of course. Now, which is it, baby?”

His lips quivered, struggling between forming words and keeping his solitude until he finally murmured, “I like your thighs.”

“That wasn’t even an-”

You quieted Hyunjin with a glare, “Finish that sentence and that’s the only thing you’ll be finishing near me, Hwang.”

“Aw- I wanna change my answer, her thighs are fucking amazing too!” Jisung all but wailed, practically having a full on meltdown, “When you’re eating her out and she wraps them around your head like earmuffs - they’re so warm but you can’t hear her moans when she does it so it’s just a horrible, beautiful curse!”

“No changing your answer, Sungie, you’re still team tits.” 

Now, all the attention was directed to the only one left; Chris, still leaning against the doorway of his room with an embarrassed flush on his face - nothing preparing him for this conversation that pulled him from the sanctity of his laundry run.

“Well, Chris? What do you like?” You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing, knowing full and well that everyone already knew what their boyfriend would pick.

“Ah- You’re seriously going to make me say it?!”

“Come on, Chan, we all said ours, no matter how obvious,” Changbin sent a side eye in an unbothered Minho’s direction, “some of ours may have been.”

The eldest sighed, dropping his head before bringing it up once again, “I like your ass, baby.”

Scoffing, Felix crawled across Seungmin to get closer to you, “I don’t understand how you guys can pick her ass over these,” his hand quickly found home over one of your breasts, gently squeezing the mound over your shirt and earning a shocked gasp in return, “like, how could you not want to suffocate in them?”

“Especially with how sensitive her nipples are?” Hyunjin chimed in, claiming your other breast with his larger hand, jiggling and watching the ripples from your shirt in response.

“Oh my god- The sound she makes when you suck on them?” The bed dipped with a new weight, Jisung making his way onto the bed, causing Jeongin to crawl over and straddle Seungmin. “You guys are seriously missing out.”

Changbin groaned, “It’s not like we don’t like them, we just love her ass more, there’s a difference, Ji.”

In the meantime, you couldn’t help the small sighs of pleasure escaping you as the duo continued to fondle you over your shirt, Jisung taking the hem into his hands.

“Can we, Jagi?”

You nodded happily, “You can, Sungie.”

Hyunjin and Felix pulled back as he lifted your shirt up and off, tossing it off the edge of the bed without a care in the world - why would he, when your tits were on display for him and the men that admired them?

“Why don’t we all take the chance to really admire our favorite parts about you, my muse?” 

Hyunjin’s sultry voice easily floated through the air, the hidden implications more than enough for the atmosphere to ignite with lust.

“Are you ready, angel?”

You blinked up at Felix with dazzling eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, “Of course, Lixie.”

In the background, you could hear the familiar sounds of panted breaths and the rustling of clothing, but you wouldn’t dare to turn your head from the scene in front - or, rather, above you. 

Hyunjin took the role of straddling your torso while Felix and Jisung kneeled at the sides of your head without even a hint of the clothing that once covered their bodies.

“Innie, can you pass me the lube?”

Jeongin broke from Seungmin’s lips with a groan, narrowing his eyes, “Why can’t you just spit on it, Hyung? I’m kind of in the middle of something here.”

“Because I asked you to? If I felt like spitting I would’ve done it already,” Hyunjin spoke matter-of-factly, catching the glimpse of Jisung guiding his dick into your mouth from the corner of his eye, “don’t be a smartass!”

“Smarta-”

The youngest was unceremoniously flipped onto his back, the black haired singer reaching into the nightstand and tossing over a bottle of lube with a huff.

“Seriously, it was never that big of a deal, you brat.”

Snatching up the tube, Hyunjin wasted no time in squeezing a generous amount between the valley of your breasts, humming out a small apology when you jumped at the cold gel on your skin.

“Forget what I said,” Jisung moaned softly, watching the way your cheeks puffed and hollowed with each drag of his cock, “your mouth is my favorite part.”

Pulling off of him with a pop, you pumped him with your right hand and tossed him a teasing smirk, “You’re still team tits, Sungie.”

Turning your head, you eagerly welcomed Felix’s dick with an eager tongue lapping at the precum beading the tip before taking him in one fell swoop.

“That doesn’t take away from the fact that your mouth is fucking amazing, sunshine.” Felix groaned, bringing a hand to cup your cheek as he lightly thrust into your leisurely bobs.

“Especially for the fact that we’re here for these.” Hyunjin’s lube covered hands squeezed your breasts around his length, the swells positively shining as they sandwiched his cock in an unparalleled warmth.

It wasn’t long until an unplanned rhythm was found between the four of you; alternating between blowjobs and handjobs for the sunshine twins while a certain artist busied himself with a simple rhythm of humping your chest.

In the meantime, Changbin managed to swap positions with Minho for the chair, sitting the second eldest in his lap and littering slow kisses paired with sharp nips along the length of his neck while he watched the show before them.

“Chan, you’re not going to just stand there the whole time, are you?” Minho mused with a raised eyebrow, noting the way the eldest hadn’t even moved a muscle from his spot near the door.

Chris hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, “No, but I’m doing laundry - I don’t wanna get sidetracked and forget about it in the wash, you know?”

There was a disinterested hum followed by a huff he knew all too well, and he found himself pushing off of the doorway with a breathless laugh.

“You have such a way with words, you know that?”

Smirking, Minho shrugged, “I know, it’s a talent.”

Standing in front of the two - and inadvertently blocking the once flawless view - Chris planted his hands on the armrests of the chair before leaning down to catch Minho's lips in a slow kiss, just to part a moment later to do the same with Changbin over his shoulder.

“A-Ah- Tighten your hand a little, Jagi.”

“You have hands,” Hyunjin panted, licking his lips as he watched his pink tip repeatedly disappear and reappear, “help her out- fuck, Lix…”

The blond hummed against his neck, licking at a blossoming hickey, “‘M sorry, just feels so good.”

“Hyune, move your hand a bit.”

Abiding the request, Hyunjin slid his hand to the outer swell of your breast while Jisung licked his fingers before easily finding their way to your nipple, gently rolling the nub between his finger and thumb.

The moan you let out was instantly muffled by Felix’s cock, which in turn made him grit out a shivering groan, “F-Fuck, I’m gonna come soon.”

“M-Me too,” Jisung nodded frantically, eyes trained on the way his hand enveloped yours as he fucked your fist, “gonna paint those pretty tits of yours, Jagi.”

It only took a handful of strokes before Felix was drawing from your mouth with frantic breaths, Jisung slipping from your soiled hand to take over the rest of the job as they both aimed for your chest.

“God, look at how gorgeous they look wrapped around Jinnie’s dick.”

“They were just made to have a dick between them, huh?”

You groaned helplessly, bringing your hands to cover Hyunjin’s and squish your breasts together more, “C-Come on, show mommy how much you love her tits.”

If there was one thing to get them to fall, it was that title - and, like a harp string being plucked, they both came with a sharp gasp and a guttural groan, cum spraying across your breasts and a few drops even landing on your fingers.

Hyunjin shivered above you, eyebrows drawing together with the silver eyebrow piercing catching the glint of the light.

“I can see you’re close, Hyune,” squeezing his hands lightly, you watched as Jisung and Felix flocked to him, hands wandering his chest while lips danced along his shoulders and neck, “come for Miss, my prince, make a mess of me.”

A choked moan fell past his lips as his hips stuttered before he lifted himself onto his knees and came against your breasts, his cum joining the mess of the other two with ease and creating an intricate pattern of white along your skin.

Jisung dipped down to lick a fat stripe through the cum, collecting as much as he could onto his tongue before pulling Felix in for a beautifully messy kiss above you - then repeated the process with Hyunjin, leaving you in a state of horny awe.

“Seungmin, you’re up next.” Felix called happily, swiping his thumb along your breast before presenting it to your lips and watched as you eagerly licked it clean. “You’re so kinky.”

You stifled a laugh, giving the pad of his thumb a soft kiss, “You’re one to talk.”

The trio moved away to make room for the thigh connoisseur, watching as he untangled himself from Jeongin and shuffled between your legs - your pajama shorts and underwear having already met the same fate as your t-shirt moments ago.

“I… I don’t think I’m gonna last long,” he mumbled quietly, a strawberry blush turning his ears as he nudged the leaking head of his cock against the plush of your inner thigh. “Might’ve pushed it a bit too close with Innie.”

“That’s more than okay, pup,” reaching your hand out, you grabbed the lube before handing it to him, “if it bothers you, you can always have a round two later, okay?”

Seungmin nodded dutifully, taking the lube from you while tapping your legs, prompting you to lift them both and lean them on his chest; pouring a generous amount of lube in the palm of his hand to coat around his length.

With a bit of maneuvering, he had both of your calves resting on his right shoulder with his dick nestled in the tight space between your thighs and just above your pelvis - if you focused hard enough, you could feel the heat of his balls against the lips of your pussy.

“M-Mm, fuck…” Wrapping his right arm around your legs, his left hand went down to grip the outside of your thigh, squeezing the flesh as he jutted his hips forward with a quiet moan.

You watched on as he fucked your thighs in quick, sharp thrusts, brown eyes fogged and unfocused as he began to chase the high that was undoubtedly close.

“Good puppy, my good puppy - love my thighs so much, hm? Maybe one of these days I should get you to hump one, would you like that?”

You could clock the faint twinkle in his eye from a mile away, catching the subtle pout of his lips as his body rocked against yours without rhyme but with the sole reason of finishing.

His blush now crawled across his face, tinting the apples of his cheeks as his eyes found yours, “Really?”

Humming, you flexed your thighs, “Really, pup, I’d love to watch you ride me.”

He whimpered, blunt nails digging into your skin as his head dropped to nip at your ankle, “W-Want that, bub - want it so bad.”

“Then it’s yours, Minnie. I’m all yours.”

The next thrust forward had ropes of white streaking up the length of your stomach, breathless moans hidden behind firmly pressed lips as Seungmin shook against your legs, tensing and shaking with each wave until he finally relaxed with a shaky breath.

“You okay, pup?”

Nodding, he gave you a soft smile, “Yeah, but you better not forget your promise.”

You laughed, accepting a kiss to your ankle as a parting gift as he moved away from you and into the arms of a lounging Hyunjin - the comment of him being “disgustingly sweaty”, and Hyunjin’s response of “Then get off of me!”, not going unnoticed in the process.

Turning your gaze to the ceiling, a knowing smile grew on your lips, “Do I even have to ask who’s going next?”

“Nope!” Sliding into view came your darling bread, a smug grin on his lips as his face hovered over yours, “You don’t even have to guess, I’m already here.”

Bringing your hand to his jaw, you lightly scratched your nails under his chin, “Of course you are, maknae - so, how do you want me? Doggy style? Reverse cowgirl? Some secret third position I have yet to learn?”

Judging from the sparkle of his eyes the instant the second option left your lips, he had his decision already cut out and you laughed at his inability to be discreet.

“Alright, I guess this is to make up for slacking on leg day, isn’t it?”

Jeongin rolled onto his back, watching as you straddled him with ease, “You’d have to ask Changbin Hyung about that, Noona - you were the one who suggested it anywa- ah!”

You didn’t need to waste time in teasing yourself as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, lining it up with your severely neglected pussy before sinking down in one fell swoop - a satisfied moan leaving your lips.

“O-Oh god, maybe this wasn’t a good idea…”

“Oh? And what makes you say that, baby?”

Of course, you already knew the answer judging from the way his calves tensed, his toes curled and - less externally obvious - the way his dick twitched inside of your warm walls.

“Noona, please-”

“Have a little too much fun with Minnie, huh? Got yourself all excited while you were waiting?” Clicking your tongue, you rolled your hips teasingly, “I bet you were touching yourself while Seungmin was having his turn, weren’t you, baby boy?”

He whined, tossing his head back with a groan, “Just- Just give me a minute, I swear I’ll last!”

Humming, you waited a few seconds before shaking your head, “Sorry, Innie, if you come early then that’s just how it is - just lay back and enjoy the view, okay? This is what you wanted, remember?”

With no other choice, the sounds of your joined moans soon filled the room as you rode him with one goal on your mind.

“Fuck, look at that view…” Neither one of you were aware of Changbin’s sudden presence beside the bed as he leaned beside Jeongin, basking in the sight of your ass jiggling with each bounce. “I’ll never get over it.”

“I-” Jeongin whimpered, short huffs of breaths escaping him, “T-This is the first time-”

“-she’s ridden reverse cowgirl?! IN-ah, what were you waiting for?!”

“It’s not that he was waiting,” you laughed breathlessly, though the clench of your pussy earned a moan in its wake, “he was just too excited to try everything else that normal positions were at the bottom of his list.”

“What a shame, wasting his chance like this.”

Lifting your head, you were now met with the sight of Minho directly in front of you, keen eyes unblinking as he took you in with a smirk.

“Is it a waste, Min?” Slowing your bounces to languid strokes, your head tilted prettily to the side, “I’d like to think of it as an introduction to what future chances would be like.”

This time, his smirk reached his eyes, brown irises sparkling with amusement, “You naughty kitten.” His hand cupped your cheek as he dipped down to steal a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip in the process.

You preened at the sensation, but the moan that followed came from the firm grip on the swell of your ass cheek, the hand and the pressure stemming from two different forms of familiarity.

“See? What did I tell you?” Changbin smirked, squeezing his hand over Jeongin’s to tighten his grip on your ass, “You can watch all you want, but the real fun is in touching.”

The younger groaned out a desperate sound, “‘M g-gonna-”

At the hint of his confession, you forfeited the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours for the opportunity to go back to bouncing on Jeongin’s dick without abandon, fisting the sheets to distract from the unyielding burn in your thighs.

“-a-ah- p-please- N-Noona, oh god, I-” He cut himself off with a choked gasp, hips canting as his orgasm took him by storm.

A hum of satisfaction vibrated past your lips as his warmth filled you, stilling to spare him the overstimulation for the time being. “Feels so good baby, you never disappoint.”

Once the incessant twitching of his cock died down, you lifted yourself off of his lap, shivering at the sensation of his load slowly seeping out of you and dribbling back onto his spent dick.

“So,” you breathed, looking between the two men currently surrounding you and shooting a glance toward Chris, “who’s next?”

The answer to that question was a very smug Minho, excitement thrumming through your veins as he nodded his head toward the edge of the bed - the silent command leading you to find yourself to where you currently were now.

“Minho!”

Your nails clawed at the sheets, the mattress rocking along with your body as the black haired man fucked into you like a man possessed.

“It’s only fair that someone gives you your first orgasm of the night, kitten,” he drawled, thumbs digging into the small of your back as he held you impossibly tighter, “why wouldn’t I make sure that it’s me giving it to you?”

Your body couldn’t decide between attempting to run away from his powerful thrusts, or submit yourself to the fiery pleasure that hoped to consume you, until you felt the warmth of his hands sliding up your back, past your shoulder blades, and along your forearms.

Like a slab of clay for him to mold, he maneuvered your arms behind your back and pinned them with one hand, the other going back to its home on your hip as he aimed long, precise thrusts to a spot he was well acquainted with.

The side of your face melted into the mattress, tears of pleasure blurring your vision, as any sound you’d hoped to make dissolved into hiccuped breaths and encouraging mewls.

Minho grunted, clenching his jaw as he felt the telltale signs of your orgasm begin to shine through, “That’s it, kitten, give it to me.”

Your legs trembled, pussy fluttering and clenching with each passing second until your body tensed with a cry of his name falling from your spit-shined lips.

He welcomed the new wave of arousal coating his dick and adding to the already sloppy glide of your cunt, wet slaps sounding through the room as he fucked you through your high with a breathless chuckle.

“There it is.”

Grip tightening on your wrists, his hips met yours a number of times before he pulled out with a gasp, jacking himself off with his free hand and coming along the curve of your ass and thighs - much to your delirious chagrin.

“Why…?” You whined breathlessly, wiggling your hips for further emphasis - not that he needed it.

Minho released your wrists to land a swift smack to your unsoiled ass cheek, a satisfied smile curling his lips from the squeak you let out. “Because I wanted to - you still have two people to fill you the way you wish, kitten, let’s not get too greedy, hm?”

There was a slew of giggles and chuckles from the onlookers, and you tried your best to send them your best glare, though your efforts were in vain as you felt a pair of hands caressing your thighs.

“Get up on the bed for Binnie, bunny.”

You obeyed with no hesitation, already knowing which position you would be set in for the remainder of the session as you turned to tuck a pillow under your chin, bringing your knees up and out to sit your hips high in the air and dip your spine into a fine arch - pretty and presentable.

“God,” Changbin groaned, scrambling to fill in the space behind you as fast as he could, “I’ve been waiting so long to get you like this, bunny, you would not believe.” His firm hands instantly went to cup your ass, spreading your cheeks further and sucking in a breath at your glistening hole. “So fucking pretty…”

“Binnie.”

Your insistent, warning whine hadn’t fallen on deaf ears, and he wasted no time in notching the fat head of his dick to your fluttering walls.

“Alright, bunny, deep breaths for me.”

Of course, you already knew the drill, having grown custom to the mind numbingly delicious stretch only he was capable of giving you, but the reminder never failed to stir the swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

With a deep inhale, your slow exhale was followed by him sinking past your walls, each inch slowly stretching your cunt around his girth.

It wasn’t long until he was fully seated inside of you, and with warm hands kneading the flesh of your ass, he drew his hips back before snapping them forward, punching a moan from the depths of your lungs.

Even if you were still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you were still begging for more with each whimpered moan and choked gasp as your body seemed to melt deeper into the arch you had set.

“Look at you, can’t get enough of us, can you?” Changbin goaded, though his tone was soft and warm, “It’s okay, we can’t get enough of you either, bunny.” He lifted his hand to slap the swell of your ass, before gripping the flesh, “You and this ass of yours.”

A shiver shot down your spine as his hand slipped, his thumb caressing the inside of your cheek and just barely grazing your asshole - a temptation that had shown its face among a few of the boys before, but was never fully dwelled on by them nor yourself.

“I’m curious, bunny,” he hummed, slowing his fast thrusts for laxed, deeper ruts, “would you ever let one of us use this other pretty hole of yours?” Sliding his hand further, he pressed his thumb against the tight ring just enough to burn the fantasy into a possible reality, “Would you let Binnie fuck this pretty ass?”

You nodded frantically, your hands gripping onto the poor pillow below you, “Y-Yes! Yes! I-It’s all yours, Binnie - want it so bad!”

His signature, triumphant laugh filled the room as he tossed a glance to his boyfriends, “Hear that? I get first dibs.”

“You can’t just ask her questions like that!” Jeongin groaned, a stern pout set on his lips, “She agrees to anything if you fuck her long enough!”

“Yeah, how else do you think Felix managed to stay up late enough for his Apex tournament that one time?”

“How am I always being brought up here?!” The blond scoffed as he lightly shoved Hyunjin, crossing his arms over his lithe chest, “But, I mean, yeah - three orgasms can get you a pretty good deal.”

Jisung hummed inquisitively, before narrowing his eyes, “But did you win?”

“He won,” Minho huffed, a smirk curving the corners of his lips, “and he gave her head the next morning, I could hear her moans from the kitchen.”

Muted thumps of the headboard began to grow in frequency until a low groan interrupted the riveting conversation - Changbin hunching over your body as his muscles tensed, shivering while he filled you with his seed.

“God, fuck,” he hissed, rolling his hips against yours while your walls fluttered around him, clenching from the orgasm that was just moments away. “You’re too good to us, you know that, bunny?”

You huffed out a breathless laugh, stifling a moan as his hands massaged your lower back out of its arch for a moment of respite, “I-I’ve been told once or twice,” turning your head, sultry eyes landed on the final man of the hour, “but you guys are worth it.”

Chris flushed under the heat of your gaze, just barely catching Changbin’s teasing “Don’t break her back, Chan.”, as he climbed onto the bed and took the space previously occupied by the rapper.

“Think you can stay in this position one more time, baby?” He mused softly, caressing the warm skin of your back before gliding his hand down to the curve of your ass.

Without answering him, you spread your knees and tucked yourself into a deeper arch, wiggling your hips to further entice the man behind you.

“Yeah,” Seungmin chuckled, lazily crossing his arms over his chest, “he’s blowing her back out, it’s over.”

As much as you wanted to turn your head to respond, your train of thought flew out the window as you felt the bed dip slightly, before the pressure of Chris’s blunt tip nudged against your cunt, bumping against your clit tauntingly.

“Alright, princess,” he breathed, dragging the tip along your slit, “why don’t you give them a show for daddy, hm?”

This time, your reply came in the form of an elongated moan as he sunk into your heat, the stretch coming with ease after Changbin’s size, yet the length making your toes curl.

“Oh, god-”

There was no opportunity for a pause, not when you were miles beyond prepped and ready; the orgasm Minho previously gave you, paired with the second one Changbin gently guided you toward yet kept from tipping over, leaving you with a bubble that was ready to burst within minutes.

“F-Fuck, daddy,” you keened, pressing your hips into his own in feigned hopes of getting him impossibly deeper, “please, please fuck me.”

Chris ran his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes glued to the way your pussy wrapped around his length, as he nodded, “Hands, baby.”

A shiver of excitement shot down your spine and you complied almost immediately, using the pillow to keep your head propped up as you worked your arms behind your back, the warmth of his hand easily finding your wrists and pinning them.

With you set up to his liking, he slowly pulled out just about halfway before driving his hips forward with force, the added balance of his right foot planted on the bed adding to his power.

He was definitely going to blow your back out.

It didn’t take long for him to find the perfect rhythm, nor did it take long for the room to be filled with your high pitched moans and gasps, and the slap of your ass against his thighs - the ripples slowly, but surely, turning your limbs to jelly.

“Our perfect girl,” he gritted out, the grip on your hip and wrists tightening marginally, “letting us admire you for the beautiful gem you are - take turns with this gorgeous body of yours.”

It wasn’t news that they were constantly in awe of you, with and without your clothes on - you were the brightest star in their night sky, you were the puzzle piece they finally found to complete their lives separately and together - and they never failed to remind you of how loved you were.

“But, you know you’re so much more than that, don’t you, princess?” Chris tilted his head to catch a glimpse of your face, eyes fogged and unfocused, lips parted with endless moans tumbling through, “You’re so much more than just your body to us.”

“C-Chris!” You managed to choke out between a whimper, his loving sentiments paired with the unyielding strokes of his cock to your deepest, sweetest parts turning your brain to mush, though your body responded in the best way it could.

He hissed at the telltale clench of your walls, a shiver running down his spine as he nodded mindlessly, “Already? It’s alright, baby, you can come for me - don’t hold back, yeah? Give it to me - give it all to me.”

Your body reacted faster than your mind could at his command, your orgasm barrelling toward you at a speed that had your hands balling into fists; every muscle in your body tensing and clenching until the thread snapped with one more well angled thrust. Mouth falling open with a silent scream, the only sound you were able to hear was your own heartbeat as your vision went white.

The first thing to return to you was your hearing, the muffled thumps of your heart fading out into loud, heavy pants - though you knew for a fact that breathing wasn’t just you. The next sense to return was touch, the slightly damp sheets underneath you grounding you back to reality as your eyes fluttered open only to land on an unexpected face.

“Sungie?”

“Jagi, if I swap to ‘Team Ass’ can you do that for me, too?” Jisung’s face was ripe with blush, though his eyes were wide and wild with lust that had your abdomen clench almost painfully.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you frowned lightly, “Do what?”

“You squirted, muse,” Hyunjin murmured beside him, awe laced in his tone, “that was so fucking hot.”

Oh.

It wasn’t until you went to move your arms that you realized Chris was still keeping you pinned - and a second later you realized he was still inside of you.

“Channie?”

“I-I’m okay, I-” Relinquishing his hold on you, his hands instantly went to your hips, thumbs tracing nondescript shapes against your skin, “I just… I need a minute, ‘m sorry.”

“No, no, baby, it’s okay, take your time.” Working yourself onto your hands, your lower back eternally grateful for the relief, you took a quick scan of the empty room, “Where’d everyone else go? Did I genuinely pass out?”

“No - honestly, you were only out for like, a minute, but after you, uh, came, we started the aftercare checklist.” Hyunjin’s hand reached out to wipe away a hint of saliva at the corner of your lips, “Hannie and I are on talk-down duty, Felix is running you a bath, Jeongin’s getting you a washcloth, Seungmin is getting you water while Minho’s starting on dinner, and Changbin is getting the laundry Chan was too fucked out to get himself.”

“I’m not fucked out,” the eldest groaned as he lazily turned his head toward the artist, “it was just a really intense orgasm, alright?”

With enough energy worked up, he pulled his hips away from yours as his softening dick slipped from your pussy, a shared hiss of overstimulation escaping you both in the process.

“Holy shit… Intense is a fucking understatement, she’s dripping so much.”

You bristled at Jisung’s words, though you could feel the reality of the situation currently oozing its way down your clit and undoubtedly landing against the stained bed sheet.

“Fuck, it’s like a river… Am I allowed to be jealous right now?”

“Han, please.” Chris groaned, embarrassment evident in his tone, “We get it, I come a lot, but I really don’t know what you have to be jealous about.”

Ducking your head with a barely contained laugh, you shook your head before meeting Jisung’s stare, “Next time, you’ll be the one almost folded in half and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, okay?”

“I got the water, but it’s gonna cost you-” Seungmin stopped in his tracks as he rounded the bed, his eyes locking onto the mess between your legs, “What- You turned her into an overstuffed twinkie!”

“Seungmin!”

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──⯎ ˙❤‍🩹 ̟ after the fight

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x reader

──Genre: angst, fluff

──Synopsis: After you have a fight, they try their best to make things right again

──Warnings: mentions of arguing, fake violence/play fighting, cursing, kissing

──A/N: yall i literally got the idea for this from a couple tiktok my bsf sent me... o_o

masterlist

이희승 | Heeseung

Immediately after Heeseung raised his voice at you, he regretted it. He approached you slowly like you were an angry lion. Slowly, he wrapped a gentle arm around your waist. He was quickly swatted away though. A look of shock washed over his face; eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Being cocky enough to try again earned him another slap on the arm. His lips press into a straight line. He grabbed hold of your wrist to restrain you from hitting him again. Before you could resist, his other hand was on your waist, pulling you towards him. His lips crashed onto yours and you couldn't resist kissing your precious boyfriend back. Heeseung whispered against your lips about how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

박종성 | Jongseong

You turned away from Jay, tears pricking your eyes. It was typical for him to be a bit irritable after a long day but he was pretty good at not taking out his frustration on you. Today, though, he had lashed out and yelled at you. The regret hit him as soon as you turned your back to him and he could hear small sniffles from you. His legs felt like jelly as he began to walk toward you. Jay's arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he dipped his head down into the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." he whispered, muffled from nuzzling into your neck. "I'll never yell at you ever again, I promise." he said, kissing your neck in between words.

심재윤 | Jaeyun

Jake wasn't one to get easily upset and definitely no one to yell but today something in him made him more upset than usual. He was pissed off and ended up shouting at you, ending in you storming out of your apartment. Now you were in your own living room sulking about it. You heard a knock, making you groan as you slowly dragged your feet to the door. As soon as the door knob was turned, the person on the other side slammed it open. There was Jake with several snack filled shopping bags in his arms. He knew that snacks always made you feel better. "Damn it, I had a whole apology speech but you're so pretty that I forgot it already." The bags were dropped to the floor as Jake attacked you with a huge bear hug.

박성훈 | Sunghoon

You turned your back to him, folding your arms across your chest. He placed a hand on your waist, attempting to hug you from behind. "Wait, baby I'm sorry. Don't-" He was cut off by you walking away from him. His eyes widened before he began to chase after you. Sunghoon reached out to grab the back of your shirt but you shook your shoulders, releasing yourself from his grip. He tried again and again but somehow you were a pro escape artist. He resorted to grabbing your hair to stop you. You winced and turned around to try to escape. Just what he wanted you to do. He quickly pulled you toward him, placing his lips on yours. His hand was tangled in your hair as he apologized over and over again between kisses.

김선우 | Sunoo

"I'm.. I'm really sorry." Sunoo whispered with sincerity in his tone. You ignored him though. "Hey. Are you listening to me?" He asked, poking at your cheeks. He cupped your face and put his own face super close to yours. Then he scrunched his eyebrows together as his lips curled into a pout. "Ya, answer me. I said I'm sorry and I meant it." All you did was avert your eyes, causing him to grumble. "Fine. Then I'm going to be unresistably cute until you forgive me." He grabbed your face and turned it towards as his lips formed a thin smile. You couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. As soon as he saw your smile, he cheered and hugged you tightly.

양정원 | Jungwon

"Oh shit-" he gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry, my love. I- I didn't mean that." Jungwons voice trembled as he reached for you, only to be met by your shocked expression. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. He was even more upset at his own actions than you were. "Angel? Will you please forgive me?" He whispered, hooking his fingers on the belt loops of your pants. He pulled you close to his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Then he began kissing all over your face, followed by an apology every time.

니키 | Niki

You furrowed your eyebrows after Niki had finished yelling at you. His ears turned red like they always do when he's ashamed. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You know i would never-" You cut him off by telling him to shut up. His mood changed like a switch as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. "Alright, fine." His fist clenched before he threw a punch that landed just inches from your face. But for some reason it had just missed you. Out of pure instinct, you threw a punch back, hitting him in the stomach. You gasped, putting a hand up to your mouth in shock at what you did. "Nice punch, baby. Feel better now?" Then you remembered that he had told you once to just hit him if you were upset with him. "O-oh... yeah.."

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[hanasnx]

jerk it out.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | situationship | fwbs | explicit sexual content | praise | doggy style | reverse cowgirl | squirting | vaginal fingering.

MORDECAI wasn’t always good at sex. When you first started out your little situationship with him, he had not impressed you with his skills in the sack. He made up for it in constant worship, and empty availability, essentially donated his flagpole of a cock for you to fuck yourself on whenever convenient. Even going as far as to make Rigby cover for him while he raced over to your place on work time. He’s still working off taking the golf cart for a personal call.

However, the longer this has gone on the better it got. Before when he’d beg you to do reverse cowgirl, you were hesitant because of your lack of view. You were used to doing most of the work by then, but he most enjoyed watching that pretty ass bounce on him. He’d wrap those long, ringed fingers around your ankles, stroking his thumb lovingly across your skin as he groans behind you.

Now that’s gotten more confident, he’ll make it worth your while. He’ll root his feet on the mattress so he can pick his pelvis up, juggling you on his hips as he fucks up into you. Your hair is corded around his palm—where he says it belongs—keeping your spine in a deep arch, just how he likes it.

Proving what a fan he is of hitting it from the back, doggy style is another favorite of his. He’s gotten exponentially more skilled on that one. Instead of plowing you with his rig and hoping for the best, he’s learned how to move you, and move with you. That hand places itself on your tailbone, bouncing you back, and letting your body spring you forth on its own. His lean and taut abdomen rolls as he fucks you, stroking your insides instead of ramming them. He learned the method from how well you responded when he ate you out, the motion of his tongue licking your hole taught him well, and you rewarded him with the hottest moan he’s ever heard and your claws dug deep in his faded dyed blue hair. Now he’s got it figured out, and by the way you’re yelling into his mattress, he’d say he’s doing a damn good job.

Like you want it, you’re backing up on him, meeting him halfway. The pace is set harder, slamming into you like you’re asking for while you writhe and clutch at his old and worn blanket. He goes for it, palming your head to shove your face further into the mattress, muffling you. The slightest change in angle transforms the sensation, and he starts fucking a limp body only interested in the way he’s hitting that pleasure spot over and over again. One of the reasons you liked Mordecai enough to hook up was his length because you’re into the pain. Now that’s gotten the hang of how to use it, you’re no better than a brainless doll, letting him fuck your hole like the expensive fleshlight he could never afford. Can’t beat the real thing anyway. Cunt gripping on him, tight and wet and sweet. He’s never had anything like it before, he fits in you like nothing else. “Taking it so good, can’t believe it. Can’t believe how fucking good you feel.” You can’t even respond, mindlessly babbling as he talks dirty to you.

When you start drying up from the harsh pace and his condom, he pulls out for your sake. You make a noise of disappointment but you’re satiated as soon as he hastily spits on your cunt. The gob slides down, and he spreads the moisture with three clumsy fingers, probing the entrance until he shoves them in. You jump with a cry, tensing under his touch but he doesn’t let up, banging his fingers inside you to coax that coveted release out of you. He knows exactly how to lure it out, he’s not trying to get you to cum. The familiar sting wells up in the pit of your stomach, screaming into his covers. Unconsciously you reach back to grab at him but he dodges you because he won’t let you get out of it. He wants his bed to smell like you.

Just like that you squirt, spraying him and dripping down his tense forearm. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. There you go, fuck. Give it to me.” he encourages, plugging up your hole so it spills out from around him, over and over again, taking it from you while you bite hard into a bunch of blanket.

Tender, he extracts his fingers, having been held captive by your contracting pussy. Doesn’t matter that it’s sore and you’re coated in your own squirt and twitching, he feeds that long cock right back in to keep going.

[jurijyuu]

Whiskey Lips

Human!Alastor x Reader

2.2K Words

Summary: Or the time you kissed your friend at a concert.

Tags: Modern AU, Second Person POV, Drunk Kisses, Unrequited Love (or is it?)

The loud blare of the music threatened to burst your eardrums but the buzz of the alcohol had long kicked in, slowly muffling the sound. The next band came up, a little known indie group with a couple of popular songs but after three similar bands this evening, you were tired and just ready to chill out in a corner on some overpriced booze. Some guy even started flirting with you, buying you a drink so he could try to charm you with his blue eyes and wispy blonde hair. 

Not exactly your type but cute enough. Too bad your friend Alastor had to ruin it.

“You suck as a wingman, you know that? You end up chasing away the guys cuz you’re too pretty.” You stood at the end of the bar, watching the blond weave through the crowd and disappear. 

“Darling, if seeing a prettier man makes him run away, then he isn’t worth your time.” Leaning on the newly vacated spot next to you, Alastor smirked, a light chuckle playing on that grin as he too watched the bodies pushing against each other to see the band. You didn’t blame them. The sound quality was terrible. There hadn’t been a single song who’s lyrics you actually understood. 

“He’s worth about $24 in drinks, so maybe 5 minutes of my time.” Blondie had bought you enough coke and whiskey that he turned from a 5 to a 6 in your eyes. Maybe a 7 if you finished this drink. As you tilted the cup to swallow the last of the bittersweet cocktail, a large hand blocked the rim.

“I think you’ve had plenty to drink if you think this is worth the risk of STDs and a handsy little humping.” Taking the glass in his pretty tapered fingers, he drank what was left.

“Maybe that’s what I was looking for?” You didn't really know what to expect when your neighbor turned friend had barged into your apartment earlier this evening and demanded you go out with him. Out of sheer boredom, the prospect of spending way too much money to listen to some unknown artists had been enticing enough. Though the first gust of cold wind almost had you turning back around, Alastor determinedly dragged you to the city and that was how you ended up here. Bored of the bands, sick of the bodies that kept pushing around you and now, you didn’t even have the prospect of going home with a cutie for the evening to make this excursion worth it.

“Oh, do forgive me for looking out for my drunk little friend then.” The sarcastic tilt of his smile turned more amused at your pouting. It would have been annoying if those lips didn’t shine with the remnants of your drink. Pretty privilege at its finest right there. You huffed.

“Seriously, Al. Why bring me out if you’re gonna cockblock me every time?”

“I just think you can do better than that guy, sweetheart.” Moving closer so he didn’t have to semi-yell every word, his voice dropped to his placating croon that he knew always worked on you.

“Hnnngh.” His smooth talk would have been nice, who didn’t like a compliment, after all? But it’s been years since anyone tried to hit on you and the attention was nice, especially since the guy had been pretty attractive. You gave your friend a side eye. Even in the dark, flashing pink and purple lights, couldn’t hide the occasional highlight of a sharp jawline or his tall slender frame. “You wouldn’t know. You have to fight off people from flirting with you.”

Alastor was a solid 8 on a normal day with his curly dark hair and sharp features softened by big expressive eyes and a smile that could sell toothpaste. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Today, he was a 10, wearing a black wool suit jacket paired down with light blue jeans and a black v-neck shirt. With the multiple piercings in his ears, tussled brown locks and the eternally impish smile he had on, he attracted looks left, right and center.

“So you’re pent up, is that it?” He had the audacity to laugh. Prick. He strutted around looking like he did but never gave even an inkling of interest in anything sexual or romantic. Instead, he found amusement in hearing your failed romantic escapades and all the emotional toils people around him had for a problem he’d never experience.

“…” This close, you could smell the whiskey on his breath and the cologne he wore. Even that combination smelled sexy. He could bottle it up and sell it as incense the way it put you in a trance for just a second. You squinted at him. The room started to spin and he had that insufferable smirk on his face as his eyes looked down on you. Without thinking about it, you grabbed him, pulling him with enough force to bring his tall ass to your level so you could plant a kiss on his annoying lips. Your alcohol-addled mind thought it was a brilliant pay back for the opportunity he spoiled. Just a little kiss to wipe that stupid smile off his face. 

The sweet taste of Coca Cola and whiskey made for an intoxicating mix along with the soft plumpness of his lips. So soft and a little cold. Your tongue darted out to taste them without a second thought. He pushed back against your onslaught, lips more incessantly against you as something warm and a little slimy licked your lips in retaliation…and he was kissing back? HE WAS KISSING YOU BACK!? You stepped back in surprise, not expecting your intimacy-repulsed friend to do that, only to feel a warm hand at your waist keeping you in place.

“I’ll take that as your answer.” His voice took on a husky timber, the kind he used when he whispered mischief and snide comments in your ears when Karen from down the hall put up another complaint on the apartment’s group page. “Now, why don’t I help you, my darling?”

His smirk was shinier as he swooped back down and drowned you in the taste of whiskey and coke.

He pressed you against the poster-covered walls of the dingy concert venue, uncaring of the many other attendees pushing through the tight space, the yells to ‘get a room’, the envious stares. Even with the occasional shove against his back, he was careful not to crush you unless it was with his mouth. And his tongue. The garbled blares of the pop-punk band were garbled by the sounds of your heartbeat and the soft groans the brunette let out and your lips slotted against each other, tongues exploring, teeth nipping. And oh my god, the world was hot and spinning and all you saw were pretty honey eyes fogged in the same daze you were under, drunk on impulsive lust and…alcohol. 

Drunk?

All your senses seemed to come back to you then. Where you were, who you were with and why this was a bad idea. You pulled away and those honey eyes quirked with confusion, lips seeking to slot against yours again but you turned your cheek. “We—“ You had to clear your throat as those pretty lips made a light trail on the column of your neck that was left exposed to his gaze. “We shouldn’t…be kissing while drunk.” You shouldn’t have been kissing in general.

“What? Never kissed your friends before while a little intoxicated? I thought that’s what you girls do.” Sensing your rejection, he let up, leaning his forehead against yours while his lips teasingly hovered over your own. Even though he remained so close to you, breath still brushing against your face, the turn of the mood was immediate, coming back to the usual banter as Alastor’s momentary interest evaporated, though the smile on his lips remained shiny.

“You shouldn’t hold Katy Perry up as your model female.” 

He chuckled then and released you from the cage of his arms. You hadn’t noticed until they left how his hand had been pulling you closer through the waistband of your jeans. And now you felt cold, as he was so quick to pull away.

But as the presence of him around you lessened, you knew you made the right choice. Your heart was hammering in your chest, face flushed not just with the warmth of alcohol, but he looked like he couldn’t care less, easily slipping back to the teasing jerk he’d been before the little stunt you pulled. Ouch. It didn’t even take a couple of seconds for him to look uninterested.

To hide your disappointment, you stretched your neck, pretending to loosen your muscles with a nonchalant grin. It was only then that you noticed the sticky feeling of sweat on your back and your boobs, the temperature too hot within the room just from the sheer amount of packed bodies. And even hotter after what Alastor and you just did.

“Fuck it’s hot in here. I’ll go step outside for some air real quick.”

And he let you go, moving back to the bar to get a drink as he waved you off with a pinch to your cheek.

When the chilly night air finally had a chance to cool your overheated face, it chased away some of the lightheaded buzz. Fuck. What were you thinking, kissing your friend? Drunk kissing your hot as fuck friend? If it were any other guy, you would have been thrilled to make out with him, have a fun night and see where the morning went. But this was Alastor. A drunk Alastor. 

Your stepdad always said that two idiots made an accident and you two were very much too drunk for any decisions you made to be smart. It took over two years to build your friendship with him. The man was easily bored, snarky and a little mean but neighborly politeness turned to camaraderie against your HOA which turned into actual friendship. One of the few you had as an adult. You couldn’t afford to ruin things between you two, not for feelings that you shouldn’t have had in the first place.

It didn’t take long before more and more people started leaving. You checked your phone. When had it gotten so late? 

“Feeling better?” The smooth tone of his voice floated through the crowded area and you gave a drunken little nod, a sense of accomplishment and happiness bubbling up at yourself from preventing a disaster.

The bus ride home to the apartment complex was relatively normal, thank god. Except for how giddy you two were from drinking, it was like the kiss never happened. As easily erased as any semblance of interest he may have had with you but the sting of that faded the more dumb jokes this yapper of a man kept spouting. 

Even the quiet elevator ride in the claustrophobically small one your building had didn’t seem too bad. Just two drunk friends staring off into the not so far wall. Like this, you could pretend nothing happened, pretend you blacked some part of tonight out and go on without introducing awkward unrequited feelings into the mix. 

Alastor, as well as you two got along, was way out of your league. You glanced to the side where he leaned across the supporting bar on the elevator wall. Even just standing there, he exuded a mysterious grace that the bleak lighting of the old elevator couldn’t wash out. Pretty, witty and charming. You were lucky to be his friend. You were lucky he took that kiss in stride.

Maybe you could laugh about it with him some day. Probably tomorrow, if he ever brought it up.

The elevator dinged, signaling his stop and the best time for you to put down any musings about what-ifs and all that. Whatever devil possessed the man to kiss you back wouldn’t be there when the alcohol was gone and his general disinterest in relationships and intimacy returned.

“Good night!!” You chirped as he walked out with his signature grin and a two-fingered salute. As the elevator door closed, you let go of the small disappointments within your heart, closing the box on your unrequited feelings before they ruined everything for you. Already, serenity seemed to come over you as you made peace with your stupid mistake for the evening. You’ll apologize too if he ends up mad at you in the morning.

*Thump*

A sound caught your lazy attention as a hand stuck through the almost closed gap of the doors, forcing them to open again as Alastor’s figure squeezed through.

You didn’t get a chance to even ask why before broad palms cupped your cheeks and honey eyes locked on your own, his smile gone into a serious line. Shit. Did his common sense kick in already? Was he mad?

“You said, no kissing while drunk, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Then I’m very sober, sweetheart.”

For a second time that evening, you found yourself pressed between a wall and Alastor’s lips.

[bountycancelled]

a pencil, paper and an uncontrollable crush

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opla!luffy x reader

requested: yes (I mixed 2 reqs so idk if that counts but reqs are still open for anyone)

genre: oneshot but in headcanon form? gn! reader, artist! reader

warnings: none, just some fluff!

a/n: I won't be writing as often becusde I'm writing my final rn, also this is short because i have a hard time imagining luffy being romantic so... enjoy!

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now, it doesn't matter how obviously and hopelessly in love you are with Luffy, he's just not going to see it.

he doesn't see you make starry eyes at him, because his eyes are just as starry on a regular basis. when he catches you admiring him, he just assumes that you zoned out. (because he does that alot too)

so when he finds an incredibly detailed sketch of himself laying around on the ship, he excitedly goes from crew member to crew member, asking who drew it.

when he gets to you, notebook and pencil in hand drawing yet another portrait of him, you hang your head in mortification as he marvels at your work.

so imagine his suprise when he snatches that notebook our of your hands with a quickness to see what else you've steched in there, only to find himself on every. single. page.

I swear that his excited screaming is enough to alert other ships at sea of your exact location, but he can't help it, every drawing you've done deserves a reaction that fits how well you did it.

after he finds out about your habit, he starts striking poses for you and holding them right until your last pencil stroke on paper (or until he gets bored/hungry lol)

one night, you get a frantic knock on your door followed by Luffy's muffled voice yelling "are you still awake? I wanna show you something." so you open the door and he shoves a crumpled piece of paper right in your face.

you back up just a little bit and adjust your eyes, and you see a drawing of... some sort of animal? oh, wait nevermind, it's of you.

it's not the most artistically or anatomically sound drawing you've laid your eyes on, but it's... surprisingly detailed. he's drawn on pretty much every single visible scar, mole, freckle and mark, even some that you didn't know you had.

when you question how he managed to be so accurate, he tilts his head, pursing his lips and farrowing his brows in thought before answering. "Well, it wasn't on purpose, but I always look at you when you're around me. you catch my attention, kinda like food does!"

pause.

did Monkey D. Luffy, the strawhat captain, mister gum gum himself, just compare you to food...? moment of silence, because this is so much bigger than all of us.

after hearing this revelation, you cave and plant a quick kiss on his cheek as a thank you (and as a means to let him know of your more than platonic feelings for him), slamming the door in his face before he even has the chance to react.

p.s. Luffy doesn't have any idea why you kissed his cheek, but he knows that it made him feel good, and he wants to get one from you again.

[whoiseduardito]

TAMBALEANDO

pairing: miguel o'hara x exbsf!reader warn: prologue, world building. song: tambaleando by Pedro Suarez Vertiz

let's start on the present,

and never, years ago.

you're name was y/n y/ln, you were a journalist, transfered directly from the nueva york branch years ago, and now you were transferred back there again.

"'there are more interesting stories there' my ass" she glared onto the flat's mirror. it wasn't hard to get a place to stay, 'there's always space' were the exact words of your friend; hobie brown, and he was right;

there is place, but not convinience.

you barged out of the bathroom, stepping into the chaos hobie lived in; 4 more people were living here, and and two where musicians and one an artist, you wished you could call yourself a writer, but you sticked with journalist.

as you grabbed a toast from the table and putting your slice of cash on the counter, yelling with a mouth muffled with toast

"HOBIE! THERE'S MY PART OF THE WATER AND ELECTRICITY, ON THE COUNTER!"

you were greeted with the scawny man leaving his room, grumbling

"don't worry peach, just remember-" you were already halfway through the door "TO BRING SOME BOTTLES! THAT GWEN AND PAVTIR WANT TO MAKE POTS!" he yawned before scratching his scalp.

you closed the door, quickly going down the stairs, not being careful with your heels because in the end of the stair, you fell face first onto the floor,

"uff!"

you stood up quickly, you'd check if you're okay when you're in the cab, hauling a cab was easy, the hard part was getting your makeup done in the cab.

every movement was precise, when you were putting your lipstick on, the car made a turn, running your lip to the side.

"no, no, no, no!" you tried to clean it off, but each time you tried, the color would smudge more, you groaned out loud. when you arrived to your office you ran, being greeted by a nice lady, who guided you to your desk, and let you know, you were needed.

where? on the meeting room.

by who? the fucking boss.

she groaned, silently groaning, trying to wipe your makeup off

"ma'am we need you on the meeting room"

she nodded 'fuck it' she went to the meeting room.

with lipstick smudged on her cheek.

when she walked close enough, she saw a man in a suit, next to the fucking OWNER of the newsfeed.

she tried to walk away, hoping they didn't see her

"Miss l/n!"

you are so screwed.

shit, you had to walk there.

"hello boss, hello sir." you stretched both their hands "i'm-"

"miss l/n right?" the man in the suit cut in "name's peter benjamin, i'm part of alchemax-"

alchemax, great. the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world.

"-and we want you to be the writer of our investigation paper."

"...what?"

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Heyyyyy,

I love your writings! The wording, the plot, the way the characters act is simply amazing and so realistic. Anyways,I was wondering if could please write a Hannibal x reader one-shot, where the reader is one of Will‘s FBI students and actually managed to catch a killer (even though she wasn‘t allowed), confronted him and arrested him. Even thiugh she didn‘t follow her orders, she got promoted and now works in the field, but needs to see Dr.Lecter every week. They start out as friends, but after seeing her interact with Will, Hannibal get‘s jealous and knows he caught feelings( is in denial at first).Maybe it get‘s steamy/ends with smut.

Have an awesome day and thank you for considering

Hannibal X Reader: The thrill

Warnings: smut, penetration ( p in v), unprotected sex, rough sex, kissing, jealousy, no use of y/n, female reader, not proofread.

Word count: 2K

Jacks yelling at you but the sound is muffled. A grin is plastered on your face as you watch your colleagues guide the killer into a police car. You weren’t supposed to be here but if you hadn't been there would have been a lot more killings. You know Jack knows that too but right now he's too busy telling you off for not “following the rules” to thank you. He’ll come to his senses soon enough. For now you’ll just continue to ignore his shrill shrieks.

You didn’t know what you expected to happen once you caught this killer. You supposed they’d give you another case and things would go on as they were. But that's not exactly how it went down. Instead Jack called you into his office and told you you were going to be promoted. You couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off your face as Jack spoke. That is until he got to the catch that came with your promotion.

“You’re gonna need to go to therapy.”

“What? Why?”

“Doesn’t matter why. You have to go every week or you have no promotion. That's the deal.”

It didn’t seem like a bad deal but it made you a bit uneasy. You couldn’t help but think that the FBI didn’t think you were mentally capable of handling the things you would see. But you knew better than to try and talk Jack out of it. You were lucky he hadn't fired you. So you’d do what he asked you to even if you didn’t want to.

“I’m only here because Jack gave me no other choice.”

Hannibal looked at you, a slight surprise present on his face. He’d barely managed to get you inside the room before you’d made it clear your lack of desire to be here.

“There's nothing wrong with me.”

“Well therapy isn’t only for people who have issues. Talking to someone might help you discover new things about yourself.”

You turned to face him, eyes scanning over his clothes for a moment. You moved over to your chair, taking a seat.

“So you’re here to what? Reveal my darkest secrets?”

Hannibal smiled at you.

“Not exactly. But yes something along those lines.”

“Not sure I have anything interesting to tell you.”

“I’m sure that will change soon enough.”

It was unnerving how right Hannibal had been. As soon as you got started working on the field odd things started happening in your life. You’d seen gruesome murders before but this was on a whole nother level. The killers you were dealing with acted like artists, only instead of using paints and brushes they used humans. 

And dead ones at that. 

Hannibal adored your sessions with him. He loved seeing you talk about the cases you were working on, your arms moving as you spoke about a particularly interesting detail of the killer's MO. He found himself watching your lips as you talked. Whenever you would ask him to help you with a case he couldn’t help but inch his body closer to yours as the two of you glanced at pictures. He’d worked with Will on various cases before but the way you talked about the killers was very different from Will. While Will could insert himself into the killer's mind you could only figure things out through what your own eyes could see. It made the process of understanding the killer a lot harder but it also meant Hannibal could see your mind at work. 

One day Hannibal was called to help Will on a case. When he got there he was surprised to find you.  You were standing next to Will, your arm resting on his shoulder as the two of you spoke. The sight itself angered Hannibal.  The sudden range that filled him was surprising. For a moment he didn't understand where it had come from. It was only when he saw you smile at Will that he realized why he'd suddenly found himself unable to unclench his fists. 

He was falling for you and that terrified him.

For the next sessions with you Hannibal couldn't help the way his face shifted into a snarl whenever you spoke of Will. He tried to remind himself that you were not his and that you had never been. But something in his mind desperately tried to convince him that his feelings for you were not real.  He couldn't bear the thought of seeing you with anyone other than himself and he knew that was a very toxic way to think.  You never made it clear that you liked him but then again you've never shown a lack of interest in him.  Whenever he spoke you always maintained eye contact, your gaze showing a deep interest in his words.  But that didn't mean anything and he knew it. 

On one particular night Hannibal found himself unable to resist questioning you about Will. Or more importantly about your relationship with  Will.  You were in the middle of explaining how you'd  found the killer in your last case when Hannibal abruptly interrupted you.

 “Have you been working a lot with Will Graham?

“Sorry?”

“I asked if you worked a lot with Will Graham.”

“No more than you have. Why do you ask?”

“You two seem close.”

“ Well he was my teacher, so yeah, you could say we’re close.”

You moved over to Hannibal's desk, looking over his drawings. Hannibal stayed silent as he watched you.

“He talks about you a lot.”

Hannibal's body moved forward in interest.

“Does he?”

“Yeah. It's funny actually he talks about you like you’re…”

“Like I'm what?”

Hannibal's voice was close to you, far too close for him to still be seated on the other side of the room. You turned around slowly, head raising to look into Hannibal's eyes. Your mouth went dry all of a sudden. 

“Dangerous.”

When Will told you about Hannibal he always seemed a bit on edge. You thought that was ridiculous. Hannibal had never shown anything other than a professional interest towards you. And you doubted that the man before you was capable of anything remotely bad. He looked like the type of guy who got annoyed when he stained one of his suits with wine. But the way Hannibal was looking at you now was drastically different from what you were used to. His eyes looked beady, like a sharks. And there was an odd shadow over half of his face. He looked like a mad man.

“Dangerous huh? And do you agree with him?”

“I’m not so sure anymore.”

Hannibal knew he had to stop. He was frightening you. It was clear from the way your body went rigid. He turned his head to the side observing you for a moment. He could see your chest rising and falling as he continued to stare at you. Perhaps you should have ran. Run out into the streets and into your car. You should call Will and tell him what had happened but you couldn’t seem to move. Or maybe you just didn’t want to. 

You had always been attracted to danger. It was what had made you choose to work in the FBI. The rush of adrenaline you got whenever you were working on a case was addicting. You could feel it moving through your body now and the only thing you wanted to do was chase that high. So you didn’t move. You stayed put in your spot waiting for Hannibal to do something. Hannibal watched your shoulders relax a bit, your eyes moving to glance from his eyes to his lips. You moved forward a bit, your hands going to rest on Hannibal's chest.

“Are you jealous? Is that it?”

Hannibal remained silent, but you caught the way his hands twitched at his side. You smiled to yourself.

“You mad Will gets to touch me and you can’t?”

A brief snarl appeared on Hannibal's face and you couldn’t help but laugh. You inched yourself closer to his face, until your lips were ghosting against his. 

“It’s okay. You can touch me if you want.”

Hesitantly Hannibal placed his hands on your hips. 

“See that wasn’t so-huff”

Hannibal's lips crashed into yours. Your body moved backwards into the desk, hands moving to grip the edge to steady yourself. Hannibal's lips continued to move against yours in a desperate pace. He’d longed to kiss you for so long he wasn't about to waste anytime. You moved to wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to tug you closer into his body. You could feel the outline of his dick against you, the feeling making you wet. Your nails clawed into Hannibal's shoulder as he roughly sucked at your lip. You pulled away from him, panting as you did. Hannibal stared at you, his eyes blown wide with lust. 

“We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Okay.”

Hannibal placed you down, his hands moving to tug as your pants. You let him pull them off your body, throwing them somewhere behind him. Your own hands moved to unbutton his pants. Hannibal hissed as you pulled his boxers down allowing his dick to spring free. Your hands wrapped around his member, stroking it for a moment. Hannibal closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of your hand around him. He moved his hand against your thigh. You gasped at how cold his hand felt against your skin. You tugged him into a rough kiss. Hannibal tugged your underwear to the side, guiding his dick to your pussy. You widen your stance allowing him to enter you. You moaned against his mouth as he slowed into you. Once he bottomed out Hannibal moved to grip your thigh, dragging your legs up. You wrapped your legs around him once more, allowing him to guide you towards the staircase. He placed you down on one of the steps, causing your ass to come in contact with the wood beneath. 

“You alright?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll have to be quick we-”

“Will you just shut up and fuck me already?”

Hannibal smiled at your eagerness. He placed his hands on your hips allowing him to shift your body around. Once he had a good grip he began pushing in and out of you. Your hand moved to grip the staircase behind you. Hannibal started off slow but as your moans grew his movements became quicker. He hoped no one was in the waiting room at the moment. With the way you were gasping for him there was no mistaking what was happening in his office. You didn;t seem to care about getting caught though. Or perhaps you did but just couldn’t seem to stay quiet. Hannibal's ego grew a bit at the thought. 

Your body moved against the staircase as Hannibal continued to ram into you. You were sure you’d have splinters in some part of your body but you didn’t really care. Hannibal grunted against you, his eyes closing as his pace faltered. He was getting close to his orgasm and you were right behind him. Your jaw went slack as your orgasm washed over you. Hannibal felt you gush against his dick, the feeling causing him to spiral into his own orgasm. The two of you stayed still for a moment, trying to recover. The sound of Hannibal's cloak filled the room, the ringing telling both of you that your session had ended. 

Hannibal pulled out of you with a hiss. He tugged his dick back into his pants, before turning to grab yours off the ground. You climbed off the staircase, legs shaking a bit as you did. Hannibal handed you your pants and you began to tug them on. You watched Hannibal straighten his tie and comb back his hair before making his way back to you. He gave you a smile, placing a kiss on your lips. The two of you made your way to the door. Hannibal opened it, allowing you to step out of his office. 

"Maybe you could come over for dinner some day."

"Yeah that sounds nice."

“I'll call you later?”

"Okay."

You move forward placing a sweet kiss to Hannibal's lips. He grins as he watches you make your way out.  When he sees you're gone he turns around, making his way to the door on the opposite side of the room. He openes it up, eyes falling on the back of someone's head.

“Will?”

Will turns to face Hannibal, his eyes falling on the swollen lip of the doctor. Hannibal can’t help the sudden joy that enters his body. If only Will knew what had happened in this very room moments prior.

[steddiebang2024]

A Lick and a Promise | Teen | 36k 

Author: @blipblot 

Artist: @arelliann

Beta Reader: ItsAllShitTed | Ao3

[Link to fic]  |  [Link to art]

Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Wayne Munson, Martin Brenner, Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham 

Tags: Alternative Universe - Western AU, Enemies to Lovers, Slow burn, Outlaw! Eddie Munson, Bounty Hunter! Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a horse girl, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Descriptions of head injuries, Steve Harrington has bad parents, Mutual Pining, Platonic Stobin for life, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Steve’s terrible cooking 

Trigger Warnings: No Warnings Apply 

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Summary: “It is my honor on behalf of the town of Hawkins, Colorado to tell you, Edward ‘The Freak’ Munson, that there is a warrant out for your arrest not only for your crimes of cattle rustling but now, more importantly, murder.” 

“M’rder?” Eddie yells through the cloth, trying in vain to once again buck Steve off, cursing and spitting out muffled threats through his gag. 

“Yes sir, murder-” Steve dusts his hands off on his chaps before standing and placing a heavy boot square in the middle of Eddie’s back. “-and it’s my duty to bring you back to stand for trial.”

[firewalkzwit]

submission // hobie brown x reader (one-shot)

reader is a messy rockstars gf vibe groupie that goes to see hobie's band and catches a ride with them hihi :> also in this story hobie lives in a musty apartment instead of his boat just for the 70s punk appeal

warnings: 18+, everyone in this fic is gross, blood and violence, mentions of drugs, smut, hints of dom reader??

word count: 1.9k

AO3

Pushing and tackling your way into the front row was something you had learnt to do as an experienced band follower. Nothing gave you more rush than finally reaching the artists by inches, merely separed by the height of the stage. You were a sucker for the dopamine rush whenever they would crouch and offer their microphones so you could sing with them, or when they would gift you a smile or a wink.

It was one of those days, your friends had invited you to see an emergent band playing downtown, in a nasty cramped pub just like you liked it, as the best and noisiest bands always came from those.

Their performance was loud, chaotic and frenzic, the pogoing pushing you and your friends in and out of different circles and strategically taking advantage of the agitation, you pushed and jumped your way to the front row.

You'd watch perplexed as you yelled incomprehended words trying to follow their choruses, hyped holding your hand up in frantic gestures. Your eye makeup had smudged all around your face, and the sweat glistened on your forehead as the lights illuminated you.

Despite the mess in your face, you couldn't care less, your focus nailed on the piercing gaze of one of the members. Your eyes had paced around the band as if picking an objective, they were all pretty fit as your friends would describe them, motivated to make your way backstage or catch a ride from the crew.

His fingers swiftly pressed and slid on the guitar's chords syncing their movement in inconsistent coordination. His head would ocasionally tilt down to look at his instrument, and whenever he'd look up, his gaze would point over to you.

Neglecting his guitar and falling out of tune, he distracted himself gifting her a wink and sticking his tongue out at her. The band would often insult and provoke the audience, jumping and name-calling, exhacerbating the agitation in the crowd. The public was naturally growing violent, pogo was agitating further and people were tossing and breaking things. A particularly upset individual triggered by the guitarist's slowed pace aimed a smashed bottle at him, hitting hard against his face.

He snarled a muffled curse as he laughed erratically, wobbling in his place clearly under the influence. Blood gushed down his cut lip and nose, to which he'd spit and rub his face on his shoulder, smearing the gory scene on his face.

He'd play faster and would often fall out of tune, just to spite the growing anger in the audience. You on the other hand thought the show to be incredibly amusing. The agitation and adrenaline inducing rise in conflict and the music morphing into sheer noise as you observed from both perspectives in the front row enlivened you.

His blood dripped drawing a trail down his sharp chin and through his neck, drops splattering the stage and his limbs whenever he'd shake his head. Although bloody, sweaty and on drugs, to you he could not possibly look more attractive, and he had long noticed you staring, gifting you a smile with red teeth as the blood filtered into his mouth.

Once the show was done, you got dragged out by your friends before you could do anything to try making it backstage. The police were likely to soon show up given the disturbances and attacks, but as you walked away, a strange arm wrapped around your shoulder and pressed you tightly against an unknown torso.

To your surprise, one of the band members was holding you and one of your friends on each of his sides, looking back and forth between you and her with a grin.

"You ladies need a ride? Where are you from?"

Being honest, from around. Responding to your objectives, from out of town. You exchanged looks of conviction with your friend before lying.

"We're from out of town." Your friend responded with a grin.

"Ah I see, 'got a place to stay? We got plenty of room to accomodate you girls if you fancy a place yea?"

And before you could even catch a taxi back home, you and your friends were in the back of a black van carried between instruments and cramped against other band members. They would chat small talk lively with your friends, but you remained quiet, exchanging looks with the bleeding gutiarrist who grazed his hand over his bloody nose as it kept spurting down.

He smiled, and asked for your name in a deep voice with a cockney accent, before continuing to silently wipe his nose and resting his blood-stained hand on his thigh, legs spread occupying precious space as he leaned against the surface of the van.

Making a sudden stop, the band members hopped down from the vehicle agitating eachother to get down as the driver scolded them off. Your friends looked back at you and waved as they were guided across the street with the rest of the band, leaving you and the guitarist completely alone in a dark street.

He stared at you for a long second, seemingly zoned out before his bloody hand gripped your wrist, taking you into his apartment in silence. You walked behind him, dusty untied boots stomping as you struggled to clumsily follow his pace. His trembly hand erratically unlocked the door before letting her in to a messy scene.

He kicked cans and trash out of the way and crouched to clear up the mattress on the floor, apologizing for the mess you couldn't care less about. As he stood back up, he turned to find you shockinlgy close to him, your warm hands sliding underneath his tee and caressing his bare torso.

Goosebumps rushed up his arms without you noticing, indecisively wrapping them around your waist to pull you closer, hips colliding against his spinky belts and his groin. Your thumb traced down his cheekbone before pulling him in for a kiss, the iron smell and salty taste of his drying blood on your lips inviting you to clean him up with your damp kisses.

Your heated bodies followed eachother lumbering towards the mattress, as he fell on his butt with your thighs wrapping around his hips, sitting on his lap. He pulled out from his pocket a capsule with pills, popping one into his mouth.

As his hand offered you one, you looked around and at who was in front of you, realizing as anecdotic the situation would be for the future, you couldn't do this as sober as you were. He placed the pill on his tongue before pulling you in for another kiss, the pill wobbling in and out of eachother's mouths before you swallowed it.

You quickly noticed his inside lip also had a cut and often bled inside his mouth, mixing with your saliva as your tongue tangled with his in an uncoordinated make out session, his lip ring pressing against your lips everytime you kissed and sucked.

As you made out, you rocked your hips slightly on his lap, feeling him grow under you in excitement as you provoked him with your graze.

"Stand up." You whispered into his ear as your hand caressed his face, his kisses softly staining you with blood on your cheek and neck. He questioned nothing, getting up as he held your hips, looking at you up and down with temptation.

You bent down on your knees as you released his tight pants from his belts and gifting him a smirk as you unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper with a tempting slow pace. His hands fidgetted on their place and his gaze switched between you and his surroundings; he was nervous.

"You've ever done this before?" You interrogated with intrigue.

"Do what?"

"You know..." Your hands holding his hips traced down to his pelvic area, stroking his cock underneath the boxers. He gasped slightly as he twitched, you rapidly caught on to what you were handling.

"Oh my God.. You're a virign." You teased with a smirk, to which he chuckled lightly as a grin drew on the side of his face awkwardly. You were obviously more experienced than he was, contrary to what you would expect given the musicians you had slept with before were usually very gifted in the art of fucking.

Contrary from turning you off, it flattered you to be the first to him, knowing you'd signify an important stage of his life. Pulling his boxers down to reveal his hard cock pulsating in desire, you smiled in temptation. Although an inexperienced virgin, he was still hungry for you.

Your lips wrapped around his fat dick, the sheer contact of your warm mouth against his member making him sigh off a muffled moan. He tried to keep to himself the noises he wanted to make as he felt the pleasure of your damp mouth suck on him, gripping his hips.

His body twitched, and eventually he stopped trying to contain his moans, huffing in satisfaction. Suddenly and to his surprise, you stopped. Getting up, you begun to pull your shorts down and rid yourself from your boots, pulling him down to you and inviting his hands to free your chest from your tight top.

As he helped you naked, revealing your breasts, you wrapped your arm around his neck as you layed down with him on top, heated kissing as your other hand accomodated his salivated cock into your wet pussy.

The first feeling of your tightness tightly wrap around his dick sent him into a spiral, his hands gripping her hair instinctively in a rush of excitement. He felt so good, and the lewd noise that came out of your mouth when he entered you caused him a frenzy. He pulled in and out slowly and trying to get ahold of the rhythm, speeding up progressively as your cunt stretched to fit him.

"Fuck-" He murmured under his breath, feeling the warmth of your breath right under his ear. He ocasionally leaned to lower his head and kiss your neck, twitching as he felt he was about to come.

He moaned progressively louder, trying to ram you as best as he could to please you, your thighs wrapped around his waist. Before he could dump his load in you, your legs let go of him and you pulled away, his cock sliding out of you as he incorporated himself in confusion.

"Not in me." You sat up and pushed him up, himself kneeling up to receive your mouth again. This time was only faster than the first one, quickly re-setting the climax that allowed him to finally cum. His warm sticky load filling your mouth.

As you backed up and got up to spit, he rested on the bed naked as he watched your figure walk into the small bathroom. It was his very first time, and although guided completely by you, his experience had been orgasmic, pleasured by the range of balmy sensations experienced through the different parts of your body.

As he watched you approach and sit beside him, he leaned his head on your shoulder as his arm rested on your torso, feeling you grab his hand and rest it on your chest.

"You think you'll write a song about me? This being your first shag and all..." You teased as his hand massaged the fullness of your breast.

"I just might."

i’d like to believe hobie wrote a song like submission after his experience w y/n

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Tattoo Artist & the Artist: finale

Part X

Jason Todd x Male reader

Warning: language and unprotected sex

The day had come that Jason could finally have you as his forever, a day he never thought he’d see.

Jason stood as he did his bow tie up and put his jacket in, his tux sat on his skin like it would bury itself in his memory.

Roy walked in as he placed his cuff links on, grabbing Jason’s attention.

‘Is my tie straight?’ He asked, Jason nodded with a soft smile.

‘You look handsome’ Jason spoke softly, his best friend took his hand.

‘You and y/n are finally getting married’ Roy smiled.

Jason flashed back to the first time he met you, a seemingly shy guy who brought the art studio across the street.

The first time Jason kissed you, the first time he lay with you. Jason never wanted to be without you again.

‘You boys ready?’ Bruce asked as he appeared in the doorway.

Jason nodded as he seemed a little nervous, Roy chuckled as he handed Jason a shot of tequila.

‘For the nerves’ Roy handed Jason the glass, Jason slammed the glass down after he downed the liquid.

The wedding was filled with music, smiles and love. A love so strong that it was felt in the air.

Jason had tears in his eyes as he saw you and placed your wedding ring on, you placing his. Jason was happy to finally call you his husband.

Bruce had tears in his eyes, tears filled with a sweet love. He saw this 15-year-old boy with anger issues, a death so brutal. A man filled with nothing but rage. And now, Jason stood with a smile on his face on his wedding day.

Flower petals were thrown over the two of you as you walked holding hands, Jason opened the car door for you as he drove the two of you away.

The first night as husbands was passionate, Jason had plans of not getting any sleep until his body gave into exhaustion.

‘Fuck, I love you so much’ Jason whispered into a sweet kiss.

A kiss that was welcomed as you began taking Jason’s clothes off, him taking yours off.

Running your hands down Jason’s body as his shirt slid to the floor, your hair tangled between Jason’s fingers.

Jason’s tongue was deep in your mouth as you felt yourself rise in your pants, soft music playing in the background while scented candles flickered dimly.

You lay with Jason in the bed as he worshipped your body, his tongue, lips and teeth left no part of your body left untouched.

‘Jason’ you breathed out as Jason sunk his face into your chest, leaving a trace of sweet kisses down your body.

Before you could get a word out, your hard shaft was in Jason’s mouth. He worked you professionally as he buried his fingertips into your hips.

You threw your head back into the pillow as Jason sucked your soul, your hard and throbbing shaft was begging to be released.

‘Baby, I’m coming’ you yelled as Jason took your load into his mouth.

Jason swallowed your seed as he slid to your face, kissing you sweetly. Placing his hands on your face, rolling you both over.

You returned the favour generously as you began kissing down Jason’s body. Licking the head of his throbbing manhood.

‘God, y/n’ Jason panted as he tangled your hair in his fingers.

Deep throating was something you surprised Jason with a while back, early in the relationship. You allowed him to discover that you don’t have a gag reflex.

Jason rolled you onto your front, purposely avoiding coming yet as he wanted to have as long with you as possible.

Jason slid into you as he dug his fingertips into your butt. You buried your face into the pillow as to muffle the screams of pleasure.

Hours of pleasure, hours of love, hours of calling out each other’s names.

Jason lay with you in his arms, a pure love smile on his face. Your lips were Jason’s favourite escape.

‘You’re a great husband’ you smiled as Jason beamed.

Some time had passed as Jason sat, arm around your shoulders as you both sat together.

You both decided to make a quick escape to Wayne Manor, not seeing the family in a while and needing a catch up.

Jason placed a hand on your head as he leant in and kissed your head, Bruce smiled as he witnessed his son and son in law. Affection wasn’t something Bruce had seen Jason show.

‘So, how’s the new house?’ Dick asked, sipping his coffee.

‘It’s good, got some new furniture’ you replied as Jason played with your hair.

It had felt like so long since you’d seen everyone, being part of the family felt so special to you. Knowing you’d been excepted so much.

The sounds of talking around you both as Jason held your hand, across the table as the sun shon through the window. The sunlight bounced off your wedding rings as Jason beamed with admiration for you.

Life had taken such a great turn for Jason over the last few years, a life that seemed so dark and clouded.

You felt so lucky to wake up next to Jason everyday, Jason felt he was lucky too.

It was going to be a peaceful and beautiful life, forever. As long as Jason had you, he was where he needed to be.

[creepycranberry]

Great Big Stars: And the Awards Go to…

Modern rockstar! Eddie Munson x musician! Reader

Warnings: angst, not proofread, not realistic

Pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

<3•<3•<3•<3

Wayne and Dustin sat at the TV in the living room of his house. Eddie had gotten it for him after he got his first big check.

Wayne watched as a handsome young actor he didn’t know the name of smiled with an envelope in hand, reading off the nominees names.

Dustin was sat at the very edge of the couch, whooping when the guy on the screen said the name of the band and their album.

Wayne smiled at the boy before turning his attention back to the TV, gripping the neck of his beer bottle harder in anticipation of the next words out of the announcers mouth, “and the winner of this years Album of the year…” a pause, “Corroded Coffin with their album lowercase intended!”

Wayne jumps off of his seat in a way that he’ll probably regret later and Dustin yelled in excitement, pumping his fist in the air before turning to Wayne and hugging him tightly.

<3•<3•<3•<3

The air is forced out of your lungs, it feels like you’re the first to stand up, tears welling in your eyes as you watch Eddie bound up to the stage with the boys following behind him. He accepts the award and approaches the microphone.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he starts, Eddie isn’t a crier by any means but you can tell he’s holding back tears of relief and pride, “I um- wow. Uh, I don’t have- thank you. Thank you to everyone. The fans, Wayne, Dustin, our producers and agents and assistants and especially to my Wri- The Writer. You’re- you all are the best-“

He chokes back a sob slightly and gives the microphone off to Grant who continues, he stands off to the side and looks through the crowd.

You swear he meets your eyes as he thrusts the award up into the air, a proud smile on his handsome face that makes your heart squeeze.

They go and sit down in their seats again and you peak through the crowd to see Eddie gone.

When you search further you see him headed up an aisle, phone already pressed up to his ear.

<3•<3•<3•<3

Eddie stood on the stage, smiling at the camera as gareth introduced the nominees,

“And the winner of Best New Artist is-”

Gareth reads off her name and the world becomes muffled.

Before Eddie knows it she’s headed up the steps, pulling robin with her.

She hugs Gareth and whispers something in his ear. When she gets to Eddie she doesn’t hug him. They just make eye contact, and they smile, and Eddie tries not to move, not to break it.

She looks away from him, mumbling something to Robin and Robin moves to hug him as she begins talking.

Something is stuffed into eddies pocket before him and the guys are ushered to the side.

“And my best friend Robin, and uh-“

Eddie pauses, searching for her eyes once more.

“Others. Thank you!”

[daydreamingmia]

Walker Scobell X Reader | series I you belong with me 🔱 part 25

Universal Studios 🎢 part 2 😁

You were now next in line to see the grinch. Boy he was chaotic😂

He runs over to you guy and towers over you looking you straight in the eyes

"What do you want?" He says in his iconic grinch voice

"A picture" you smile

"And what about you? Did you bring me an onion?" He asks Walker

"Yeah but I ate it in line" walker shrugs

"OH! THE AUDACITY! No picture for you just her now!" He says as he pushes Walker aside

"But I want him in the picture!" You exclaim

"Why?" He asks

"Uhh because I do" you shrug

"Alright fine. What is he your brother?" He asks with attitude

The crowd just laughs knowing he has no idea who you are

There are like a million cameras on you right now btw

"No he's my boyfriend" you laugh

"Oh...oopsie" he replies

You take a few pictures just side by side

"Wait can we do a few more?" Walker asks

"Sure!" The nice girl taking the pictures says

Walker dips you and kisses you

You didn't see the face the grinch was making but you hear his sounds

Vomiting sounds, saying "I'm gonna be sick", "this is disgusting", "MY EYES!" etc

He tapped you on the shoulder and Walker picked you back up

"Are you don't yet?" The grinch asked

"Yeah" Walker shrugs

"Good! Now get out!" He says and storms off

The last this you hear is him say

"Teenagers blah"

You and Walker almost die laughing

—

You were walking over to hogsmeade when you hear little footsteps behind you

"Do you hear that?" Walker asks as the two of you turn around and see like 15 little kids following you

"Awwwwwww they're adorable!" You smile

"Uhhhhhh what do we do?" Walker asks

"Group hug!!" You say as you open your arms wide and all the kids collapse into you

"Does this count as kidnapping?" Walker asks

"How could it? We didn't take them" you shrug

"But you're hugging them" Walker says

"What should I do? Yell at them?" You roll your eyes

"I need to find an employee and tell them" Walker says as he walks off

When he returns he sees you standing on a little step and the kids all looking up at you

"MINIONS!" You yell

"Oh no" walker sighs

"TONIGHT WE STEAL THE MOON!!" You yell and the little kids starts to cheer

"She's created an army" walker laughs

The parents show up within a few minutes

Turns out they were all from the same class! And the 13 year old girls who were in charge of them wanted to meet you so they sent the kids🤦‍♀️

—

You walk by an artist drawing another couple

It was adorable!

You didn't even say it. Walker just knew what you were thinking by looking at you.

The man finished with the couple's drawing just as you walked up

"Hi! Could you draw us?" Walker asks

"Anything for Percabeth" the man smiles

After about 30 minutes the man was done

https://pin.it/3FmhXFlLe

This is the only pic I could find. Sorry! My stupid phone wouldn't let me upload it😭

"Do you like it?" The artist asks

"I love it! It's amazing!" You smile

—

It was now nighttime and the Hogwarts castle light show is about to happen

The show was projected onto the castle!

The evil spells!

The dark mark!

Everything!

IT. WAS. AMAZING!!

But by the time you guys leave you are exhausted from your long day

"Are you alright?" Walker asks sweetly

"No. I'm tired. My feet hurt. And I'm hungry." You whine

"Here hop on" he says standing in front of you so you can jump on his back

"No I can't. You're probably tired too!" You yawn

"I'm fine trust me! Jump on!" He replies

You jump in his back and he proceeds down to the exit

"You're the best! I love you!" You say as you tuck your face into his neck

"I love you more" he replies sweetly

That was the last thing you remember as you drift off to sleep

—

"Can I get two double-double cheeseburgers, a large chocolate and a large strawberry shake and 3 fries animal style" you hear Walker say

"Will that be all?" You hear a muffled voice

"Yes thank you" walker replies

"Okay please pull up to the window" the voice says again

"Thank you" Walker replies

Awwwwww he's getting you food because you said you're hungry!🥹

He grabs the food and puts it down next to him

"Princess wake up" he whispers to you sweetly

"Hm" you mumble

"Are you hungry? I got food" he whispers again

You smile and sit up

"You're literally the man of my dreams" you kiss him

"And you're the girl of mine" he smiles at you

"Now gimme that milkshake" you snatch it from him

A/n: I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!! PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT ME!😭 THIS IS SO LATE AND I'M HORRIBLE😭 I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOO MUCH!! DON'T THINK I DON'T BECAUSE I TOOK 500 MILLION YEARS TO UPDATE😭 I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOOO MUCH!! IF YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT, AND SHARE!! AGAIN I'M SOOOOOO SORRY!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💗💞💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💞💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💗💗💗💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗💞💗💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💗💞💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💞💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💗💗💗💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗💞💗💗💞💗💞💗💗💞💗💞💗💗💗💞💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💞💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💗💗💗💗💗💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗💞💗💗💞💗💞💗

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[buggyswritingcorner]

Must be the season of the witch

Xavier Thorpe, reader is a witch with healing, fluffy, reader heals xaviers wound from the hyde painting

masterlist

Autumn has begun. The leaves were colored in hues of gold and auburn covering the ground like a warm carpet. The east coastern wind has picked up over the past few weeks with the occasional thick layer of fog covering the grounds of Nevermore.

  Strangely, Xavier - your dearest friend at Nevermore has been acting off the past few weeks. With the arrival of Wednesday a girl whom he knew in his childhood from what you gathered, his temperament has become even more that of a tortured artist than before. You guessed he was feeling melancholic because Wednesday did not seem to share his love of childhood nostalgia.

As you we nearing the small building, suddenly you heard a loud bang and then a yell followed by a hiss of pain. Time stopped and you froze with it. Thinking the worst your body finally decided to catch up with your mind. You ran torwards the shack yelling Xaviers' name.

You were just on your way to the art shack as you indearingly called it. Located at the edge of the wood pretty far away from the school gave lots of peace and privacy. You visited often and were always welcomed by Xavier.

Throwing open the heavy door and yourself along with it, finding yourself surrounded with the smell and sight of blood.

Your eyes landed on the boy collapsed on the floor his eyes wide staring at the painting before they shifted to you. His hand was clasped against the side of his neck and he was heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

His eyes were unfocused still staring at your face. He was clearly in shock from whatever happened.

  "Xavier, what happened?" Panicked, you lunged torwards your friend onto the floor kneeling beside him.

  "Xavier?"

  Your breath hitched. Unnaturally wide blood shot eyes stared motionlessly into yours.

"It.. attacked me." Your eyes met once more and his gaze broke you. Tears were welling up in his pretty green eyes and his voice shook with fear. He continued in a whisper. "It reached out on it's own."

  It was then that you felt it, the disgusting repulsive presence lurking in the back of your mind. The hairs on your neck stood and your head slowly turned on it's own torward the painting.

You knew of the nightmares Xavier went through most of his nights for some time. You were always there in the mornings to cheer him up but there was only so much you could do when an abominationsuch as this one haunted his mind.

A small almost unheard voice broke through the silence.

You reached your hand onto his neck and gently removed his own with a gentle smile on your lips. "It's okay. It can't hurt you while I'm here. Let me help." You placed your hand on the wound and petted his hair with the other. Soon enough warmth pulsed from your hand into his wound succesfully healing his wound and mind.

His wound was almost healed when you removed your hand. Only three pink stripes remained.

"Thanks." His grip was comfortable and conveyed a silent gratitude.

"How do you feel?" You asked with worry.

  His eyes closed with trembling eyelids, but he seemed calm enough. His hand grabbed the wrist of your hand with which you had been stroking his hair.

"Better with you here. Not as scared."

  You stayed silent and simply opted to cradle his head in your chest. His body entirely leaned into yours and unsuprisingly muffled sobs came out of him in a few moments.

Gripping onto your shirt tighter he smiled into your shoulder. A sad quiet chuckle between the cries.

  "I genuinely don't know what I would do if you weren't here now.. or ever."

His head raised and he stared at your face in adoration with pools of forest green. You just ran your hands through his hair and said.

"All of this and you still haven't asked me to the Rave'n?"

His eyes widened in suprise and his jaw went slack. Gently you closed it with a giggle threatening to escape you.

"You would wanna go with me?" He asked so quickly half of his words slurred together.

"Yes I would. Of course I would."

 "Then.. will you?"

"Will I what?" You grinned teasingly.

The boy deadpanned and sulked. Then gathered his courage and asked once more. His voice no longer trembling.

"Would you do me an honor and go to the Rave'n with me?" Hope sparkled in his eyes. What could you do? Deny him? Never.

"Yes."

[sardonic-the-writer]

You van now marry me because I am interested in your tf2 headcanons

Tell me more please

so happy someone asked for this. giving your forhead a big fat smooch. also, i would habe included tracker in these, but i feel like that would have been a bit self pretentious

scout

• good artist. has drawn tom jones fanart before

• knows a little bit of french; his mom made him learn. also knows a few french songs because of this

• bisexual but battles with it a lot

• really appreciates his teammates and conciders all of them—except for maybe spy—to be his best friends

• terrified of medical procedures and terrible at hiding it

soldier

• brightest blue eyes you've ever seen

• wears underwear with the pattern of the american flag on them

• doesn't know it's not normal to have gay thoughts. literally would kiss a man sloppy style and then not understand why everyones looking at him. probably straight, but makes exceptions

• has had his hands cut off at least five times before. it's getting concerning at this point

pryo

• uses asl with their team and teaches those who don't know. they'll still use muffled sounds to communicate though

• has no gender actually. not trans, not cis, but a secret third thing

• aroace! latches so strongly onto platonic relationships though its actually insane

• attends bonfires with enigneer sometimes

• has a pair of onsie pajamas that they wear over their suit to bed at night

heavy

• is definitely in love with medic, no doubts to be had

• has a PHD in russian literature! a very smart fella, he just has trouble speaking his mind in english

• gay. so so gay. mlm all day

• the only merc to regularly check out books from teuforts library sans soldier. although he doesn't really check out books, he just yells at the librarian for not carrying sun tzu's the art of war

• sings little songs to sasha in russian

demomam

• has scars all over his chest from an accident with a grenade he had as a kid

• sends lots of post cards and souvenirs to his mom when he's on the job. he really loves her

• actually used to style his hair in dreads when he was a little bit younger, but just doesn't have time to do much with his hair anymore

• so casually bisexual; especially considering it's the sixties and seventies. takes interest in both men and women

• best friends with both his and the other teams soldier!

sniper

• his camper is such a mess all of the time. only ever cleans if he knows someone's going to be visiting, and even then there's a few stray piss bottles laying around

• plays poker & other card games with scout all the time. when they can't bet money, they'll end up using other things to play, like bullets or stray snacks

• thinks he likes both men and women. tries not to dwell on it too much since he gets anxious about it, but at the end of the day can't deny that he finds men attractive as well

• has a mug that says world's number one best sniper that miss pauling got him

engineer

• shortest mercenary r.i.p

• parental figure to pyro

• one of the only good cooks at the base. often ends up making dinner for everyone even if it's someone else's turn to cook that night

• has a prosthetic arm that he built from scratch & spends a lot of his time adding to/upgrading

• probably straight, but the biggest ally you'd ever meet

spy

• genderfluid. has a few lady disguises he's had to use before, and is just as comfortable in them as any other one of his disguises. definitely had gay sex with scouts mom before

• reverts to straight french when he gets irritated or upset

• heavily bisexual and very open about it with any of his partners. a man/womanizer

• the only merc with a sense of fashion to be frank. have you seen everyone else. soldier thinks being naked and covered in honey is the epitome of fashion for fucks sake

medic

• probably knows more about the medical field than any other doctor at the time. is actively dropping some medical talk & procedures that won't even be invented until a few decades later. he's fun like that

• owns one pair of regular clothes. everything else is lab coats and black pants. maybe a turtleneck or two if you're lucky

• super mega über gay for heavy. see what i did there

• also, i'd like to headcanon that he needs glasses because he's nearsighted of all things. it makes performing surgery hard without them

[ckret2]

Hi, love your fic it's fantastic but I was wondering, does Bills voice sound like himself? In chapter 2 Ford said he recongnised his voice but other characters like Wendy or the waitress didn't even comment on it. Is it just similar enough but not really echo-y like before?

Lot of folks asking about his voice this week! Yeah, he sounds exactly the same, except without the echoey effect.

It's a difference of exposure.

Anyone who was around town square when Bill arrived (starting at 1:50) heard his voice, but I counted and he talks/laughs for a total of 1 minute and 4 seconds, most of which is also accompanied by arriving monsters, shuffling facial features, and siccing bubbles of pure madness on the townspeople. They had very little exposure to his voice before they fled or were petrified, and they were distracted the whole time.

I believe the line "Welcome, one and all, to Weirdmageddon!" was magically projected so most of town could hear him, but not loud enough to be heard outside the edge of town, so most people only heard one (distant, distorted, possibly muffled by walls) sentence out of him before the whole world went crazy. I don't think he projected any other announcements to the rest of town.

Anybody who remained hidden throughout Weirdmageddon or who was petrified, brought in as a statue, un-petrified while Bill was outside, and evacuated before he got back, never heard his voice.

The townspeople in the robot Mystery Shack heard some yells and taunts while fighting Bill, which were partially drowned out by giant robot mechanical noises, and they were focused on fighting.

The zodiac members got about 32 seconds of dialogue when Bill arrived. For those that had never met him previously (Wendy, Robbie; McGucket met him 30 years ago but we don't know if they spoke), this is all they ever heard him say.

Wendy might have heard him speak during Sock Opera, but 1) we don't know if she was ever told Dipper was possessed, and 2) we don't know whether he actually sounded like Bill, or if switching voice actors was just an artistic effect and he actually just sounded like Dipper talking weird.

All in all... most of the townspeople have heard very little of Bill's voice, with an echoey effect, during extremely stressful situations where they were more concerned with survival, over nine months ago. It's very easy for humans to misremember, forget, or change details in their memories, especially if they're about stressful events and happened some time ago. Especially once his voice has changed from alien to human, most people won't recognize him until/unless he says something particularly Bill-ish; and if he does sound familiar, they're likely to think "huh, that person's voice sounds kinda like Bill's, what bad luck."

The waitress was working at a diner at 3 a.m. She works the night shift. She was probably asleep when Bill arrived in town, and might have never heard his voice. Wendy—meeting him in the dark—briefly thought he sounded kinda familiar... but realizing he was the infamous Toga Lady was enough to convince her THAT'S why he seemed familiar, because memory is malleable like that.

Ford spoke with Bill regularly for around three years, might have heard other recordings of him while traveling through the multiverse, spoke with him a couple more times just before/after returning to Earth, and had several lengthy conversations with him during Weirdmageddon. Ford didn't just hear Bill; he knows Bill. He'd know his voice. Plus, the attempted murder was a bit of a clue.