#Imagine seeing him dripping wet in your closet

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I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM /POS the amount of times a day I fucking think about this it’s unfair…

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[•~featuring- AGED UP!! Izuku Midoryia, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou~•]

[•~a/n- haven't written in months!! excuse my writing but im getting back into it!! send requests!!, TY FOR 1K FOLLOWS 🙏🏼~•]

₊˚⊹♡ Izuku Midoryia

-Definitely a closeted pervert. have you seen the way he reacts around other girls?? you can't tell me that he hasn't watched a whole bunch of porn. his mind is definitely filthy and has no limits, very imaginative.

- but he tries his best to hide it, of course. he gets really embarrassed knowing that he's fantasizing about such sexual ideas and how it isn't right, but he can't help it when you wear those low cut shirts that expose your cleavage so well, or whenever your skirt rides up your thighs, showing off so much skin he doesn't even know what to do.

-100% a tits guy. any size is perfect to him, because to him it's not about the size. as long as he can grope and squish them or even seeing your hardened nipples poke through the thin fabric of your shirts. It's just enough to get him going.

-he gets super shy the first couple times you two do fuck. I'm talking constant rambling, the cherry red blushed cheeks and all those whimpers. he really doesn't know how to act. he's been waiting for the moment your soft delicate hands wrap around the base of his cock, or when he could feel your slick walls tighten around his shaft. he's been dreaming of this night for so long, he can't believe it's actually happening.

-he gets fucked out so so quickly. it's already so hard to not just cum as soon as he enter your tight wet walls. so after a couple thrusts he's mumbling about how good you feel and how much he loves you. when he gets closer, his hips buck into yours in an unsteady pace. his thrusts are more shaky and harder as he's whispering both quiet praises and curse. shutting his eyes tightly as he reaches his high, mouth slightly agape too.

-he loves eating. he prefers giving rather than receiving, simply because he'd rather please you. hearing your soft angelic sounds and watching as your face reacts with every little thing he does is already enough to make him cum. like I said, he has watched so much porn, he has analyzed them for moments like this. and he's analyzing you too. taking mini mental notes of what makes your hips shuffle, or what makes your cries go a pitch higher. he's so good at giving head, it makes you question if he even is a virgin anymore.

₊˚⊹♡ Katsuki Bakugo

-a throat fucker. you could start off going slow and taking him in little by little, but every time you end up with mascara smeared all over your eyes, spit mixed with precum dripping down your chin. and your mouth full of his cum. bakugo gets impatient, and needs to feel your throat around his cock. he's thrusting into your mouth like he doesn't care that your sobbing, gagging on his cock so hard your stomach aches, because he knows you like it when he's rough with you.

-he's an ass guy. and back shots with him are like no other. he bends you over his work desk, arms pinned to the middle of your back as hers leading his leaky tip to your entrance, ramming it in. a hand sneaks over to the fat of your ass, grabbing a handful as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after all he isn't that mean to make you feel pain. once you give him the green light, he instantly starts pounding into you, watching the as your plush ass ripples with every thrust. even spanking it a couple times.

-prefers to cum on you. don't get him wrong he loves to cum inside, his ego only grows as he watches his cum drips out your hole. but seeing your face, your gorgeous face decorated with the opaque ribbons of his cum, it feeds the possessive side of him. knowing that you're only his. but cumming on your ass? it's just enough to get fully hard again and ready for round two.

-imagine katsuki having you on your stomach, your upper half being shoved into the mattress by one hand. the other hand gripping onto your mouth. he didn't tell you to be quiet, because he doesn't want you to be. he loves hearing your pleas and mewls but he knows how loud you are. the neighbors would be pissed if they heard you two all night. but you enjoy this moment ever more. the angle he's holding you at makes his angry tip ram into that spongey spot repeatedly. making his attempts to silence you go to waste.

-he gets jealous super easily. especially if he notices you're hanging out with Midoryia more than him. you're his. and only his so why should he have to share someone like you with anybody else? he needs you to understand who you belong to, so jealousy sex is a common thing for you two. he's a lot rougher with you, doesn't show you any mercy. he'll keep edging until he gets tired of it, bring you so close to your high only to pull out last second. he needs to let out his frustration some how.

-his favorite position is definitely doggystyle. like I mentioned he's a big ass guy, but he likes the position mainly because you're at his mercy. he controls the speed, going painfully slow or brain numbingly fast. he craves power and control. a big hair puller too, the position allows him to yank on your hair whenever he wishes too. mainly to make you moan louder, or to bring make you listen to all the humiliating things he has to say about you.

₊˚⊹♡ Eijiro Kirishima

-definitely talks you through it. he is big. and he knows it. so the first time he slides himself in, he's peppering you with many kisses to your forehead. holding your hand and telling you about how well you're taking him. he pushes himself in, slowly snd gently do he doesn't hurt you two much. he would hate to see you cry. just reminding you there's only a little bit more to go, snd when you do take all of him in. he tells you how proud of you he is. he's such a sweet gentleman<3

"c'mon just a couple more, I know you can do it princess..."

"you did it baby, took me so well, you feelin' alright?"

-he loves hand holding. mainly because of the size difference. your hand is so much smaller than his. your palms are gentle and soft, contrasting his own. he fingers curl around yours perfectly, almost like they were meant to be together. but his favorite part is whenever you squeeze his hand. it makes him feel so strong. like you're telling him you feel safe with him, he just loves all the intimacy.

-he's a decent eater, he can get the job done of course. but nothing will ever compare to his fingers. they're long and wide, and at the perfect size to make you see stars. his digits curl just right while they thrust repeatedly. and his thumb is focused on your clit, rubbing smooth tiny circles on the bud. making your back arch and pelvis shake from the pleasure.

-hes such a gentleman, and he prioritizes your pleasure of his. one way he shows you this is by always making sure you cum before him. no matter what the situation is. he could pissed at you, but he'd still make sure that you cream all over his wide fingers before focusing on his own throbbing erection.

-is super big on consent. he does not play around about that. he would never EVER want to hurt you in any way, so he always triple checks to make sure you're okay with everything. always asking before he slips your panties of you, or reminding you that you don't need to force yourself for him. he also does not play about that mumbling stuff. he needs to hear an audible answer from you're lips before he can continue.

"you know better than that baby, c'mon use your words"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanta Sero

-he's such a tease. always leading you on, whether that be the heated make out sessions, or the way he whispers dirty things into your ear in public. he'll even pretend that he didn't just tell you how much he wants to bend you over the restaurant table and fuck you dumb Infront of all the people here. he doesn't actually mean it, it's all just to rile you up for later.

-has a big humiliation kink. it's so selfish but he can't help it. hanta lives to see your cheeks flush a baby pink as you hide your face away from him. he find it's so cute, knowing how easily he can break apart your attitude so quickly. he's always reminding you of how dirty you sound moaning for him like this, or how pathetic you look struggling to take all of him in your mouth.

-a big wrist holder. type of guy to always pin your wrists above your head as his hips buck into you swiftly. you're at his grace and he has all the control right now, which he tease you about of course. you look so desperate and downright helpless being held like this that's he can't help but remind you of it.

-this ties in with humiliation, but he also has a really bad dumbification kink. he wants to fuck you so dumb you won't even be able to straight for the rest of the night. whenever he's thrusting up into you as you run your mouth babbling about how good he's making you feel, hanta just wears the most shit eating grin ever. because everything you're saying doesn't make sense, not even in the slightest but his ego boosts exponentially knowing he can get you in a state like this.

-he loves THIGHS. especially if they have stretch marks or cellulite on them. he finds them so appealing. your thighs looks so soft and plushy, he can't help but just want to lay on them. but his favorite thing about them is whenever he's eating you out and you squeeze them around his head just right. gosh it feels like he's about to suffocate to death, but he wouldn't even be mad about it. he'd let you crush him with your thighs any day of the week.

-if you had one complaint about hanta, it would be about how many hickeys he would leave on you. after every night you'd wake up to finding hickeys all over your body. you see it as mainly annoying yet a little cute, but hanta does it just for both his own pleasure and for his possessiveness. seeing you marked up because of him just turns him on so much especially seeing your inner thighs decorated in the purplish red bruises. everyone knows who gave you all them too, giving him the greedy satisfaction he craves.

₊˚⊹♡ Denki Kaminari

-he is such a pervert. and he doesn't even hide it. now he's not like mineta, he's not going to go around and flirt with every girl he sees and harass them. no, his eyes are only focused on you. and just you. and whatever he does, he always makes sure that you're okay with it of course but that's not stopping him from whispering dirty things in your ears when you're in public. the worst part is, whenever you confront him about it he'll play dumb, acting like nothing ever happened.

-both an ass and tits guy. denki can't just pick one, they're both so hot to him. lowcut and tight shirts have him in a chokehold. he loves the way your boobs are somewhat exposed in low cut shirts, and tight shirts that show you're figure make him feel all mushy. but on top of that, he's a sucker for short miniskirts and short shorts. anything which just reveals your shape just makes him want to act up.

-the biggest tease you'll ever meet. he will mes with you about everything. did you just squirt on him? yeah he's never letting you forget that. oh did you want him to go faster? he'll make sure to go extra slow for you. he does it all just to make you angry (he finds it oddly hot seeing you annoyed) but his favorite part is teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance. no matter how much you beg for him, he'll repeat his painfully annoying little actions. only stopping whenever he feels like you've waited enough. overall he's just so unserious.

-D1 eater. that man knows what he's doing. well scratch that, no he doesn't. he doesn't know what he's doing to be real with you, he's eating mainly for his own selfish pleasure. drool and arousal is all over his chin but he doesn't care, he hasn't had enough yet. his tongue is thrusting into your hold viciously as a finger is rubbing desperate circles on your bud, even sending a couple light zaps to help him stimulate you.

-his favorite position is definitely cowgirl. it's the way you're on full display for him, tits bouncing as you grind yourself on him. he also likes the position because it allows you to have control. denki is a big switch and wouldn't mind you taking the lead for once, and if he needs to he won't hesitate to lift you up by the hips and thrust up into you.

-BIG dumbification kink. for both himself and you. seeing you so cock-drunk turns him on so much, because you look so good. your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as your eyes are half lidded and hazy. but on the other side, he wants you to the same to him. denki secretly wants you to ride him so well that he short circuits and can't think straight. the effect your wet clammy pussy has on him puts him in a trance.

₊˚⊹♡ Hitoshi Shinsou

-LOVES THIGHS. he is 100% a thigh guy. he doesn't care what you do to him. you could try to crush his head and he'd thank you for it. his favorite part though, is whenever you sit down and your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing so much more. just seeing your bare exposed thighs only makes his thoughts even worse than normal.

-headboard grabber!! he definitely is rough with his thrusts and grips the headboard to steady himself. and he looks so good doing it. imagine hitoshi, all sweaty and looking back down at you with his natural sleepy eyes as you both lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure. he looks absolutely majestic.

-hes definitely into somno. of course he'd only act on it if he had your consent. but once you gave him the okay, the stars aligned for hitoshi. we all know he's an insomniac and that he usually has trouble sleeping, so it's not unusual to wake up, feeling his girth stretching you out in the middle of the night. he'd try to be super gentle and soft at first so you didn't wake up. but he gets impatient quickly and ends up risking it, usually always waking you up.

-A BIG HAIR PULLER. loves to pull your hair, mainly to force you to keep eye contact with him and so he can you're fucked out expression. and the mewl you let out whenever he tugs on your hair extra harshly makes him want to let loose right there. but he's also a big sucker for getting his own hair pulled too. your soft delicate fingers getting entangled in his dark lavender locks,the sensation is merely indescribable.

-he loves it whenever you praise him. he'll act like he doesn't care about it much, but deep down his heart is pounding rapidly. just hearing how good he's making you feel, especially with your shaky voice. it's such a turn on for him. whenever you praise him about anything he melts, feeling so confident in himself. which only lead him to be even more determined to make each time unforgettable

-face sitting with hitoshi is such an experience. imagine this, you've begged him to let you try it, just so you could understand the hype behind it. and hitoshi agrees, pretending to not be just as excited as you. (he's been dreaming of his head being squished with your thighs). but once you lay your cunt over his face, he gets to work. now im not going to lie, yes not the best eater but this position makes up for everything. this man is eating like he's been starved for months. and don't you dare try to live yourself off him, he's only going to pull you back down.

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Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed

send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)

implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic

This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.

I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.

So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.

The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.

"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."

You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.

No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.

"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."

His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.

Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.

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18+

Steve calling you from work, a low rasp curled around that dripping, honey hot tone of his. It slaps you in the belly, finding its home - warm and slick between your legs.

“I need your pussy.”

“Steve,” you make your arguing case, but you can’t deny how you’re already tightening your thighs together, how you’re staring past the living room book-shelve just thinking about it.

“Yeah, honey? Fuck, I’m stocking some tapes in the back. You wanna start touching yourself a little for me?” There’s a breaking pause, a few deep breaths that you can imagine him shrugging into, and then he’s speaking as if his mouth is covering the phone piece in a rather crude manner.

“On second thought, don’t touch yourself. I wanna be the first to feel how wet you’ve gotten.”

“You’re at work, Harrington.” You’re scolding, even unconvinced by how out of it you already sound. You can practically hear that smirk on the other end of the line.

“Lucky for me and you, I just went on my lunch hour.”

You know that you want to, you’re well aware that he needs you to. But it’s fun to play with him a little. “Do you even have a condom on you? Last I checked, you needed to make a drug store trip.”

He doesn’t bite the playful line, instead, he rides in on a mischievous one and delivers you a golden platter offer. You picture him right now, one hand on his hip, breathing heavily, tongue poking from the side of his mouth, one arm elongated to prop against the paneled wall. He speaks with molten precision, making you choke on a whine.

“Let me finger you for a little bit? Please? It’s what I’ve been thinking about all day. Just gotta touch you.” He can tell how shakily your breathing has gotten, images of that wet patch soaking your underwear begin to overtake him. He whines, throat muscles tightening as he tries to hold it back. Licking his lips, he continues. “Make you cum, kiss your pretty little neck. And when I get home, you can use me as your personal trampoline.”

“Oh, god. Steve, I —“

“ — You’ll see me in ten minutes?”

“Five. I’ll meet you in the storage closet.”

It took you approximately four minutes to drive from your home to Family Video, and twenty seconds to get out of your seatbelt and into the building. Steve was waiting to your right, immediately closing in behind you to flip the closed sign, not bothering with the door lock as he guided you with a massive palm to the storage closet. Once you were inside, he lifted you around the waist onto your tiptoes, always strong enough to make you feel as tiny waisted as his former flames. You aren’t a bigger girl, not with him, you are Steve Harrington’s girlfriend, you are a woman, no size in mind, and he can never seem to keep his hands off you. He’s already burrowing into your neck, helping you find purchase against the small table stand, his shoes scuffing across the cheap flooring below.

His cologne blends in with the delicious spice of his work day sweat, stains underneath his arms on his polo. You toss a hand around his neck to hold on, opening your legs as he works with precision to get your jeans and panties down around your knees. His palm glides along the plush over your overflowing belly, giving a soft rub, encouraging by your mouth when it finds his face and leaves wet kisses all across. His jeans are so tight he feels like he’s going to burst, heart in his throat, ready to explode with love confessions and declarations of worship. Everyday with you, like this, trusting and close, Steve didn’t realize sex could be like this — mutual admiration and pure love, built on years of friendship and trust.

He gets emotional half the time you’re both physical, always finding the foundation that brought you two here. He’s completely gone when you’re whispering, “touch me, please?”

Who is Steve to not oblige? He’s met with such a soaked result that he bucks into your mouth at his temple, apologizing. “You’re wetter than I thought you’d be. You sure you didn’t play with yourself already?”

“You know I didn’t.” It’s you whose mouth has found his jawline, spare hand wrapping around the tendons in his wrist, shivering, driving the pathway. You’re fogged, eyes wet with tears of want and raw desire. “Put your fingers in me. You said you wanted to make me cum, so do it, Steve.”

It’s a quick moving dynamic, mouths pressed, touching, only to part, but remaining pressed together seconds later, drunk on trembling breaths as he goes knuckle deep, and you’re already trying to bounce yourself on his hand, sopping wet noises echoing with panting breaths and heaving chests in the expanse of the space you’re in. He coaxes you to slow down, to feel him give you pleasure. But from the way he’s whining, you aren’t so sure he won’t come from this. And that’s what helps you open up to the second finger, elated into desperation. After a few kisses, he finds your throat to lavish with that hot mouth of his, making better than good on his promise.

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i absolutely need suna x reader having secret sex while the miya twins are a room across🫣

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

You had no real attraction to Suna, but it was just one of those nights where your brothers came home after a game, bringing his friends along with him to celebrate, and to avoid sitting in their sweat, they had to shower. Thank god you took yours before the boys made it. Being the last to shower when the floor is wet and it’s steamy already is literally the worst shit ever.

The problem was, Suna never really came over; therefore, he had no real way to know which room was your brothers’.

He had specific instructions to shower and take some clothes from his room. Looking back on it, he should’ve asked which door it is, but strutting back with nothing but a towel on his waist is not an option. So, he resorts to opening every door until he finds what he would think is the room of his teammate. Or rather…either of them?

Instead, the knob twists as you’re fully bent over in your walk-in closet, digging through a basket of clean clothes for a t-shirt. Of course it had to be the second you wanted to change when he walked in, and not when you were comfortably reading in bed with a little light on earlier. There’s no bra on your chest now, just a pair of navy blue lace panties.

Hey! On the bright side: they could’ve been cotton with “kiss my ass” stamped on the back.

Your arms draw up in an effort to hide your chest when you hear the twist of the knob and the door come flying open. Key word is effort, because now your breasts are pressed up against each other, which Suna believes is ten times worse for you than the position he found you in. At least when you were bent over, he had to imagine whatever he couldn’t see.

“Holy- shit!” you exclaim, eyeing the man at your door that’s actively dripping water on your carpet. His hair is fallen and sticking to his face messily, just enough for you to spot his slim eyes. He doesn’t say anything at first.

It’s mainly just him blinking blankly at you while you panic, searching the room for literally anything to provide some decency, but once you render the clear lack of any emotion (like embarrassment) you currently possessed in his body, it calms your nerves a bit.

He’s seen a woman before. It doesn’t make him any less prone to being attracted to puffy lips and nipples only covered by an arm, but it somehow soothes you to know he won’t make a big deal out of it and maybe not even mention it to your siblings.

Eventually, you throw on the nearest shirt over your head and pull your hair through, dirty or clean, still with no pants to match.

You sigh deeply, “What is it Suna?” It comes out in an irritated grunt.

“You know my name.” His eyebrows raise with surprise, but not as high as the average person’s would.

“Yeah, I do. Is there a reason you’re still here?”

He presses on: “How do you know it? Do they talk about me a lot?”

Your head drops in your palm to shake back and forth. “I can’t do this right now,” he overhears your mumble.

“My bad, I was looking for Tsumu’s room but got jumpscared instead.”

Despite saying this, he still stands in the doorway—not with it cracked, but with it wide fucking open—and it’s then when creaks from the stairs clears the air between you two. He doesn’t move, but you quickly shove him over to peek around the corner, then drag him into your bedroom before whoever it is gets the wrong idea by the view from the hallway.

While you’re turned after throwing him mindlessly into your room, he readjusts the falling towel around his waist. What he said finally hits you a few moments too late.

“Jumpscared?! You? I’m in the comfort of my own room when you barge in with nothing on!” Your hands gesture up and down as you scold him. “And don’t talk about my body like that!” Only he doesn’t really look at your eyes. When you’re done, he finds your attention.

“It was really an accident, but I’ll stay until whoever goes back downstairs,” he shrugs. “And why does it smell like sex in here?”

Your cheeks redden. There was a reason you were looking for a change of clothes. “It doesn’t.”

“Yeah, it does.” He flops back onto the bed carelessly, dipping your comforter.

“Stop! You’re getting my sheets wet.” His body has only slightly dried, but with the full head of hair he has, it hasn’t dried at all. “Suna, get up.”

“They probably already are.”

He closes his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. His stature was not what you thought it’d be. He was tall and packed with muscle in his legs. You could tell that much by the pictures if you didn’t figure it out by the fact that when he’s sitting you’re still face to face; but on top of that, his abdomen was carved and his arms carried some weight too.

Nothing compared to the sheer size of his legs, but still up there. They had to be the size of your head. By photos he’s an average high school athlete, so it almost appears fake when he takes the uniform off.

Unfortunately, as you were looking, his eyes had opened and he’d been watching you inspect him. Suna will always preach there are benefits to being as quiet as he is, like how he can pinpoint that your fingers come to pinch the edge of your shirt.

You clear your throat in hopes it will gather your thoughts too, then rectify his past statement. “They aren’t.”

“Right… just like how all the red tabs in this book are for nothing?” He reaches beside him to take it in his hands, then he flips through the pages quickly until he comes across one. “‘I run my fingers down her trembling thighs that yearn for my touch. You’ll take it like a—’”

Before he can finish what you remember is very unfortunately highlighted, you crawl over him to rip it out his hands and throw it. You chuck the literature nowhere in particular with shame that can’t get any higher as he laughs, then you quickly retreat with a knee up on the edge of the bed. His laughter is a sweet sound. It makes sense why he’s friends with your brothers.

You don’t even notice you’re half-straddling him while you point your finger in his face. “What I read is none of your business.”

He spoke clearly and assertively when he read, and the last thing you need him figuring out was how bad your body desired he’d read the words to you again; he was already too observant.

“Of course. Forgive me for saying such vulgar things around my friend’s sister. She would never do such a thing.” Finally, he slowly sits up, which naturally makes you rise with him, so you place your hand on his shoulder to prevent from wobbling. Your thigh is beside his with your foot unstable on the floor. “She’s just so sweet and innocent, and definitely not up here alone reading book porn.”

Your breathing picks up at the proximity and the pressure of a declaration you can’t avoid. You search between both his eyes that do the same to you. He deserves a medal or something, because fuck—the shirt lifts just a little bit every time you fiddle with it and the lace sticks to your skin like glue. “I- uhm,” you stutter, removing your stability from his body and backing away from the bed.

Of course, to add to the fucking humiliation, you stumble backward, but he reaches out to you. His hand firmly wraps around your wrist and the other is hooked behind your back when he jerks you back up to him. He only releases your wrist.

“Is that all you read?”

You shake your head. “I read regular romance and fantasy too.”

He nods, “Ah, I see. So you want the prince of a faraway land to twirl you around in his field of flowers saying how much he loves you, then you want him to make you beg to come?”

Your eyes shoot wide at the comment, only stretching the lazy smirk on his face.

“N-No,” you reply, even though that does sound extremely appealing.

“But you do want someone to ‘run their fingers down your trembling thighs’ though, right?”

To emphasize his point, he lets the knuckles of his hand trickle down the back of your thigh, just barely grazing the skin. The sensation shocks you and almost sends you forward. This can’t be happening. Actually, you pray it isn’t, so your eyelids slam shut.

This prompts his other hand to pinch either side of your jaw gently and drag your face to his. “Or lay you back and tell you to take it like a good girl.” His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, then back up, noting the state of disbelief your countenance holds. He flattens the hand that stops just under your ass.

You almost melt in his hold, and this he knows because of the long breath you took after his words. It’s easy to infer you’re fairly untouched by not only your responses, but how receptive you were. It was you two, only about an inch from each other now, waiting to see who would make the next move and risk something far worse than just a growing attraction. The twins flash in your head as a beat passes and you swallow.

“Yes. But that has nothing to do with you.”

Suna shines a smile with his teeth. “Your thighs are rubbing together.”

You look him up and down. “So?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You don’t look him in the eyes, they drop to your pillows. Before you can separate the thighs in question that are only disconnected by his fingertips, he nudges you forward onto him, bringing your hands back to his shoulders. You’re completely straddling while attempting to keep your eyes locked on his when his entire torso is on display. He leans forward to speak just above a whisper in your ear as if this is a normal occurrence.

“I can feel you dripping all over my hand.” The cool of his breath tickles your neck, only worsening as he continues. “Why is that?”

You’re at a loss for words at first, but you suck it up, holding your own. “Nothing to do with you. Maybe I went too hard earlier.”

He wholeheartedly chuckles at this response. “So you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“That you were up here fucking yourself to your book?” His voice is an echo behind you since he’d decided to rest his chin comfortably on your shoulder.

“Yeah. Yeah—I guess I do. It’s not like you didn’t come in here and figure it out yourself,” your eyes roll.

“Which part were you reading?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

There’s a moment of silence. “She’d just decided to drop her toxic ex-boyfriend and his sister came to console her. The way she did it was kind of fucked up, and I think the slow burn is what made me look past it, but anyway—she brings her to a party, the boy she meets there happens to be the barista at the place she orders from every day, and he has a history with the main character’s ex. He hates him even though he’d gotten over it as years passed, but she really wants to get back at him, so they send an anonymous short video of them, um… together, and he gets really pissed off.”

Suna is quiet as he reviews what you just said. He admires your perception of the book and the passion to read. He goes, “You’re into that?” and then it’s your turn not to say anything, even with the amusement lacing his tone. You grow fidgety, and just when you don’t think any more words will be exchanged, he suddenly demands, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That. What you just did.” You shifted your weight from leg to leg as the silence grew longer. Just to see, you do it again.

“You’re grinding against me when you do that by the way.”

You giggle maliciously, continuing to go back and forth. It’s payback for teasing you the entire time. He comes to hold your hips still to prevent further movements, but in protest, you create an arch in your back to actually roll your hips down instead, ensuring he felt it.

“Okay, really, unless you want to move like that with my nine inches inside of you, I suggest you choose your battles now.”

You finally halt at the words. He was dead serious. He feels scratching along his shoulder blades at your fingers curling up in response, but not removing yourself. He still rests his head beside yours. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re into that too?”

So that’s how he ended up with his back to your headboard, head tipped up, looking at you through his pretty eyelashes as you wrap your hand around his slick length and reposition it to line up. You lower your body down, allowing your walls to open up for him. The stretch hurts only a little just because he’s so big.

You hadn’t kissed him the entire time, so he groans desperately when you wrap your fingers tightly around his neck and lean in. He allows you to no matter how hard you squeeze.

This drives up your confidence with your pretty lace panties pushed to the side, making you raise to your feet.

“Shit,” he grabs ahold of your ankles between half-lidded eyes, and his mouth slightly dropped like he can’t believe what the fuck he’s seeing. “If Atsumu could see you now.”

The mention of your brother at all should turn you off, but it doesn’t. It only fuels you knowing that you’re actively riding his teammate. In fact, you must tighten around him, because he knows immediately.

“What? Does that turn you on? Fuckin’ slut.”

You whimper at the words, pressing your lips forward to his. You kiss him the best you can as he hungrily reciprocates.

The bed moves forcefully, but Suna knows the other guys are probably too busy downstairs to hear it, and whoever is in the other room may only potentially be a problem. So up and down you go, now slamming your ass against him and reddening his slightly tan, freckled skin.

“Poor thing was up here by herself. If dick was what you really wanted, you know you could have always asked.”

“Hhhmmm,” you whine, breathing shallow.

The brunette lets you go until your legs burn and you’re slowing pace. It’s driving him insane watching you chase your orgasm, using him like he was the perfect replacement for your fingers, in your own little world with your face twisted up in ecstasy and muscles straining. You were too stubborn to stop when he offered it to you, but he doesn’t mind. Not everyone has legs like his.

He instructs while inching his hips up the bed, “Fall back to your knees.” You do, and he grabs one wrist in each hand before digging his heels into the blanket and pounding up into you at a pace you don’t think you could ever meet. It’s rough and loud and you can feel his balls coming up to strike you from behind. Quite literally, it takes your breath away.

“Fuck fuck fuck yes,” tendrils of your hair fall over your face when you lay your head down over his head for stability. Aside from not being able to move, this is the best angle for the both of you. Your tits move over his face, which would allow him to suck and bite as he pleases while holding you still, and with the tilt of your body his fat tip reaches your most sensitive part.

You bounce over and over and he wishes he would have pulled your shirt up first. He’s grunting in your ear dangerously.

“Was this in your book too? Is this when he told her to take it like a good girl?”

You try to answer but it’s incomprehensible with the speed of his thrusts.

He commands, “Again.”

“Y-Yes,” you retry, finally getting something out. He’s satisfied with this, so he lets go of your wrists and pushes you upright, only slowing for the moment. This time, he wraps his fingers around your neck, just enough for you to breathe, while rolling his thumb across your revealed clit. The veins of his forearm show themselves and he peers up at you with a glare as if you were the most irritating thing to him.

How hard you were holding him is nothing compared to how hard he is holding you, and just that thought has your eyes threatening to fall closed.

“Then be a good. Fucking. Girl,” he punctuates each word with a harsh upwards cut of his hips, “and take it.”

“Oh God,” you connect your own weak hands around his, your mouth falling open with every moan that floats into the air. He holds your gaze with his threatening eyes, and if you tried to look anywhere but him, he’d pull you right back. “Suna, I’m coming,” you rush it out like there’s no stopping now. And honestly, you’re currently wishing you didn’t say it at all, because you know if he told you not to, your body would try its best to comply.

“No the fuck you’re not.”

Godammit.

Removing his finger from your nub, he moves the hand to meet the other at your throat. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, which you did want to, just to let him know that this would only make it worse. There’s a movement: you’re coming down on him yourself with the force of the thrust driving you up.

Your mouth creates the words, but they don’t come out. Suna knows anyway. “Please.”

“No.” And it’s as simple as that, because then he says, “Do you hear that?”

Of course you don’t, he just asked to see if you were sane enough to come back to your senses and focus your hearing. His tight hold on you is enough to leave a mark, but not enough to prevent your head from slowly shaking back and forth.

“On the other side of that wall is your brother. Both of them.” Your eyes shoot wide at the same time his thrusts calm down. He still continues, it’s just with a deep grind to prevent the hard slapping of skin, and he brings your forehead to his as he speaks to you. “Come now and both of us are in trouble.”

He has valid reasons to infer that it is specifically the twins, but he’s sure you don’t want to hear those right now. If it was up to him, you would have been throwing your head back and showing that arch he imagines you had before he intruded in on you changing, but holding it above your head like meat to a starving dog was fine too.

“Please let me come Rin, please. I’ll be quiet,” a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose ends your pleading, hoping it softens him up with the use of his first name.

And maybe it worked, because his eyebrows curl upwards with pity when he explains, “We both know you’re too vocal for that, princess. How about we try something else?”

You nod frantically, raising off his length and letting him lay down completely while you wait for directions. He gets situated by moving pillows out of the way. “Come here.”

You realize now the pity he expressed was fake. Swinging your leg over his waist, you begin to line yourself up.

“No. Come here.”

You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Up here, towards me,” he ushers his hands. You scoot closer towards his chest with your hands on his pecs, not sure how much closer the two of you can get.

“My face, baby.”

Instead of getting angry with you, he kept his tone. It was little but it made you feel good. “Oh.”

You come to a hover over his lips, contemplating a lot and nothing at the same time, mainly if this man was really under you telling you to do what you’re doing.

“Sit.”

“Are you sure?” You clarify.

“Yes. Sit before I make you read your porn to me.” This brings your eyebrows in with a crease and you drop with no remorse on his lips. His face is smothered somewhere between your thighs. The only thing visible is his damp hair.

Unfortunately for you, he enjoys the thrill of not being able to breathe.

You’re less than two minutes into absolutely grinding on his tongue, chasing the vibrations of his grunts and groans by tugging on his hair. Your other hand is covering your mouth.

Thankfully, because there’s a quick knock, and Osamu’s voice passes through the door. “Pizza’s here. You okay in there?”

You nod as if he can see you. You then realize he cannot.

Shakily, you call out, “Yes.” The only way to not moan while Suna slides the muscle between your lips to taste all of your slick is by biting your lip. His fingers grip the fat of your thighs.

“Okay.” In the background there’s another voice, presumably your other brother. Finally, they become faint until you hear the stairs, and you allow yourself a little freedom.

“Rin,” you look down fully expecting to meet his eyes, but you can’t see him at all.

“Hmphh?”

“I’m close…can I?” On cue, he pushes in as far as his tongue can go inside your hole. He nods yes, simultaneously flattening it to lick all of you in one stripe before deliberately sucking your clit.

To muffle your sounds, your hand comes to cover your mouth once again and you’re somehow managing to prepare for your eyes squeezing shut at the same time as your muscles tensing. Suna can feel you dripping, literally this time.

this was kinda rushed

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[toxicanonymity]

red dress (pregnant)

1.8k / horny!Joel x pregnant!reader / joel fics

Warnings: P in V sex, pregnancy, mild body insecurity, use of "daddy," Joel is really horny but it's bc you're so beautiful and he loves you. Pre/non-outbreak, I8+. thank you @xdaddysprincessxx for your pregnancy help.

Happy mother's day, y'all 💐 | it's this couple.

Pregnant with twins.  It was an offhand comment, an empty promise Joel made in the heat of the moment. But here you are with four months to go.  You put on a flowy dress for dinner and you’re looking at yourself in the mirror, turning to the side, cradling your belly and trying to wrap your head around how big you feel already when Joel comes out of the closet with a different dress. He’s only fastened one button of his shirt so far, and he’s not wearing an undershirt.  The open bottom of his shirt exposes his little belly, the product of your own cravings, which turns you on in its own way.  Khakis, no belt, no shoes.  The dress he's holding is fire truck red, low-cut, soft and stretchy. Pre-pregnancy. 

"Babe, that's gonna be way too tight," you frown.  He puts both his hands in it and pulls them apart to show how stretchy it is.  

“You said it yourself when we were trying,” you call over your shoulder. “You said I’d be waddling.”

"Never gonna live that down, am I , sugar?” He smiles.  “Can ya try it on just for me?" 

He lays it on the bed, then comes up behind you, sliding his hand along the underside of your belly with one hand and groping an engorged tit with the other.  He kisses your neck lightly and his cock hardens against you as he rubs your swollen belly and massages your aching tits which aren’t quite as dwarfed by his massive hand these days. 

You were already wet, but now you’re dripping.  It doesn’t take much these days to make you horny as hell.  Your baseline is horny to begin with, and Joel can hardly keep his hands off you long enough to go out in public. 

“Ugh,” you groan.  “Just for you, daddy.”  His cock presses against you as he inhales and his hands make their way to your hips. 

He begins to gather the skirt of the dress with his fingers, the hem rising higher and higher as the fabric accumulates in his hands at hip-level.  

When he has all of the skirt in his hand, he lifts the dress over your head and you help him take it off.  His fingers spread and his palms snake around you again, feeling every curve of your naked body.  “You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs over your ear.  “So damn sexy. . .you’re gonna look so hot in that dress”  

“I'm gonna cry if we can’t get it on.”

“You’re not as big as you think babe.”

“But I will be soon. . . then what?”

“Then I’ll love every inch of you,” he kisses your jaw. “as much as you love every inch of me,”  he grinds his arousal into you for effect and a bolt of desire weakens your knees. 

-

He gets the dress from the bed and you’re still a little hesitant, but you’re persuaded by the  bulge in his khakis as he brings it back. 

He holds it over your head and helps you put it on.  He’s right, it’ll fit. He pulls it down over your tits and belly almost effortlessly.  It’s form fitting, but not at all restrictive.  

He backs up to look at you and his eyes go wide.  “Jesus, fuck,” he whispers. 

You swallow thickly, projecting that he must be remarking on how huge you look.

“You’ve never looked sexier,” he says, his chest rising as he gets closer again and clarifies,  “In clothes, I mean.”  

Your breasts swell over the edges of the plunging neckline. The form-hugging fabric leaves nothing to the imagination, emphasizing the perfect silhouette of your belly.  Not the best choice for dinner with his parents. He's thinking with the wrong head.

Joel gets behind you again and turns you toward the mirror so you can both see your sexy curves.  

His hungry mouth latches onto your neck, his eyes straining sideways to stay on the mirror as he palms your breast where it overflows.  He slips his hand inside the neckline and massages your breast as his other hand slides down over your belly and he  moans at the sight of you so swollen with him.  His hand reaches your mound, then you spread your feet slightly.  His large fingers press the fabric of your dress between your legs as he ghosts your clit and puffy lips.  He's hard as a rock, slowly pressing himself against you as he stares at you in the mirror, entranced.  

“Gonna have to have you right now, sugar” he murmurs in your ear. 

“Dinner’s at-”

“Don’t care if I ever eat again.”

“Your parent-” 

“Don’t care if I ever see ‘em again.”

“I-” You cut yourself off with a sigh as his tongue drags against your neck and his teeth bear down gently while he maps your curves with his hands. 

-

He’s feral,  and you’re gushing wet.  Your eyelids feel weak.  Your body hums for him.  His fingertips on your hips gently turn you around.  He grabs your ass as he ushers you to the bed and sits down on the edge.  You stand between his knees as he pulls your panties down to your ankles, then hikes your dress up just enough to cup your swollen, dripping pussy.  

Then he gently hovers his hands under yours, grazing your fingertips, and says "c'mere," begging you into his lap. You hesitate, not wanting your belly between you.  He senses your hesitation and scoots back on the bed, moving all the way to the pillows, not taking his eyes off you.  He stacks two pillows under his head and unbuttons his pants, chest heaving under his half-buttoned shirt as he unzips his pants and slides them off, along with his boxers. 

“C’mere, sugar.”    He looks tormented with his cock in his hand, thumbing a bead of precum.  “Don’t make me beg.” 

The dampness of your panties is cool against one foot as you step out of them and leave them on the floor.  You kneel on the bed, your dress still hiked up.  You walk on your knees toward Joel and he looks at you though half-lidded eyes, wetting his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His deep voice breaks with arousal. 

You keep making your way toward him.  When you’re hovering over his feet, he can’t help but gently slide one up your inner thigh, but you stop his foot before it hits your dripping seam.  You’re always so wet these days, and he can never get enough of it.  Your combined horniness makes for some late mornings in bed and unplanned nights in.  But you’re especially wet right now.

He sharply inhales, then can’t wait anymore.  He sits up and takes your hands in his.  You come a little further, hovering over his knees, and he embraces you, nestling his head between your ample breasts, inhaling, licking, sucking, kissing your beautiful ripples and lines. He removes a breast from your  neckline and groans at the sight.  He takes your nipple into his mouth.  You’ve told him how sensitive they are, and he’s careful as he circles his tongue, then plants wet kisses.  He groans, unable to wait another minute to be inside you.  His hands slide around and down to your ass and he grunts as he squeezes, beckoning you forward.  

-

He lays his head back down on the pillows as you position yourself over his stiff, aching manhood.  You take his cock from his hand into your own and tease him, dragging the tip through your wet folds and rubbing your clit with it several times.  His eyes follow the swell of your belly as your hips tilt up and down, using the weeping head of his cock as a toy, then you nestle his tip at your entrance.  

“You look like a dream, baby.  Feel like one, too.”  

It’s been a while since you’ve ridden him, but the look on his face and the softness of his voice leaves no room for you to feel self conscious. 

“Need you, daddy," you whine. 

You sink onto his stiff member, and he groans as you slide down to the hilt, your swollen lips meeting his soft public hair.  You tilt your head back with a long sigh as he lifts his hips and bottoms out, groaning “ugghhh.”

You don’t think he’ll mind if you keep the dress on.  He interlaces his fingers with yours, and you begin to rock your hips, his big cock nudging your g-spot. He’s already breathing heavily.  The chain around his neck slides on his chest, calling your eyes to the smooth cleavage of his  perfect pecs, exposed by a sliver of his half-buttoned shirt.  His cock fills you up so perfectly, and the way his eyes rove your body make you feel beautiful as you roll your hips into him and he gently lifts his back in a perfect rhythm that fills you to the brim each time and rapidly builds your climax. 

You ride him at a slow rhythm.  His cheeks flush pink and his neck blotches red as he moans.  You lean forward and your belly meets the soft flesh of his, the softness of his happy trail making your insides swell closer to climax.  

“I love you, baby,” he whispers.  “So damn much.” 

“Love you too, daddy,” you say as you sit up a little and ride him a harder.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes.  “Gonna be a pretty mama.”  His eyes dart back and forth at your tits, looking almost confused at how perfect you are.  His brow furrows. He clenches his jaw, then takes a deep breath, which tells you he’s close.  “Come on, sugar.”

“Yeah,” you pant.  “Fill me up, daddy.” 

You’re close, too. He moans as you plant your palms firmly on his belly and slowly lift yourself up and down on his cock, the dress hiked up enough for him to watch as your insides pull on his cock.  Then a buzz rushes through your body, tightening your overflowing breasts with goosebumps, puckering your sensitive nipples, Making your thighs clench down on him. You moan as it seizes your core and your walls clench around him.  

Joel’s hips lift into you and he shudders as he erupts inside you, each massive pulse of his cock intensifying your pleasure.  He continues to gently move his hips as his balls empty and you gush around his cock.  

When he’s empty, he sits up and lightly caresses your belly through the red dress.  You carefully get off him, more of your juices falling out with his cock,then he kisses you long and deep.  He spreads his legs around you and coaxes you into lying back against him, getting your combined spend all over the dress.

Then he calls his parents to cancel dinner.  Another unplanned night in.  

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[dreamofjoys]

Sebek nearly caught you and Malleus making out

— c/w: Closet sex, unprotected sex, breeding, clit rubbing, exhibitionism (kinda)

— a/n: Just some funny idea that I thought of XD

"Hnnng Malleus!" Your back arched into a crescent moon shape, pulling the dark fae's horns closer to you as he impatiently fuck his cock into a deeper position inside your cunt.

"A little m-more, dear. I am very close-" Malleus rolls his hips, getting ready to spill his seeds inside your womb. However, his eyebrows twitch in annoyance when he realized that he won't be able to breed you as planned. In an instant, Malleus had lifted your body up with him still connected inside you. You yelped at his sudden actions, hands immediately wrapping around his neck while your legs were on his waist. Malleus’s large hand was planted on your lower back with his strong arm on the back of your thighs to steady yourself. “Malleus, what are you doing-“

The fae said nothing in reply, but had instead opened up his half filled closet, stepping in and closing the door. He presses your back against his neatly hanged clothes, which was in turned push against the closet wall. “Shhh, don’t make a noise.” Malleus whispers, his hot breath fanning over your ear. Your cheeks heat up, suddenly feeling shy at the close proximity (as if the both of you weren’t fucking each other out moments before).

Malleus’s closet was surprisingly big enough to fit the both of you -along with the pile of clothes that was squashed behind you- The familiar fragrance of his clothes embraced you, making you realised that it’s his natural body smell, a woody scent. The inside was slightly stuffy and dark due to the lack of air circulation and lighting, but you were sure that Malleus can still see well with his enhanced eyesight, unlike you who could only make out his figure.

Just as you were about to open your mouth and ask Malleus what’s going on, a loud slam was heard. “WAKA-SAMA!” Sebek’s loud voice boomed across the room, heavy foot steps trotting across the room. You could already imagine his confused yet serious expression searching for Malleus in his room. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, praying that Sebek is at least smart (and dumb) enough to not search for Malleus in his closet. A beat of sweat trickles down the side of your temple, and you could feel Malleus smirking at your nervousness. When the sound of Sebek’s footsteps got louder, you peaked under the small gaps on the closet to see that the crocodile was just standing right in front of the both of you. Malleus took this distraction to let his hand travel down to your sex, his thumb rubbing onto your sensitive clit while his fingers strokes your wet folds. His cock was still rock hard inside you, penetrating your womb as he starts moving his hips slowly.

You whipped your head to look at Malleus, eyes widening in surprise as his hands continues assaulting your poor sex right beside his retainer. You bite your lips, shaking your head to tell Malleus to stop but he seems to enjoy the sight of you squirming and trying to keep your noises to yourself. “Wait, why is master’s clothes on the ground? And there’s someone else’s clothes too? DID THEY KIDNAP MASTER?!” You threw your head back at the stacked of clothes, mentally laughing at Sebek’s analysis, but also partly because of the overwhelming pleasure that is being inflicted on your sex. The tight knot in your stomach was releasing soon. Sensing that you could no longer keep quiet, Malleus dives down to capture your soft lips in his, swallowing down your noises.

The both of you continued kissing and making love in the closet. It is only when Sebek leave Malleus’s room, then did he start picking up his pace to fuck you into oblivion. Moments later, the both of you came together in that stuffy closet. His cum mixed with yours had started dripping out of your filled cunt down to your asshole, staining Malleus’s washed clothes behind you.

You were the first to broke the kiss, looking up to Malleus and giving him your deadliest glare. “What if Sebek finds out about it?!” You hit Malleus’s shoulders, making him chuckle as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“He won’t.”

“What if he did?”

“Then that’s what he get for interrupting me from breeding you.”

[secretivemessenger]

★ [ A Present For The Birthday Boy ] ☆

Happy birthday beloved - { @gaybitchfx } - your gift

Illumi x top male reader

Warnings: OOC! Hair pulling! Breeding! Face fucking! Degrading! Use of sex toys! Fingering! Nipple play! Sounding! Overstimulation! Orgasm denial! dumbification! Eating out! Sir kink! Choking! Cuffs!

It’s the day you literally waited a whole year for. The long awaited day, your birthday.

Yes it’s your birthday. But thats not the reason you were so excited about. Not that or the gifts that you’ll be receiving from all the people. But the best surprise that your lover promised you of.

Once he told you that he prepared a gift for you personally, you’ve waited for this day to hurriedly come and find out what he had in store for ya.

You had some guesses on what it might be, but you could’ve never guessed that it’d be something like this. But are you complaining? Absolutely not.

Finding illumi laying so beautifully for you on top of your shared bed was a sight you never imagined seeing. His hands were cuffed on top of his head as his naked body presented itself so elegantly for your eyes to admire.

You didn’t even know where to begin, or what to say. You were left completely speechless. So illumi had to talk instead.

“Happy birthday,” he said in a hushed tone as a very light shade of pink dusted his cheeks. You were taken by another surprise as you weren’t used to him being like this. You almost doubted that he was the same man that threatened you yesterday by saying he can kill you off at any time he pleases. All because you called him cute.

Soon enough the soft tone turned to a cold agitated one “for how long are you planning to keep me waiting?”. He said it completely snapping you out of your thoughts. A small chuckle left you at his behaviour. But this was your special day, you cannot just let him act so greedily when you should be the greedy one.

“Is this all you got me?” A raised brow is what you received “I am allowing you to do however you please to me, is it not enough?” You chuckled again before responding “anything I want you to say?” “Yes anything, I never back down on my words” your chuckles died down “alright. Give me a second” “huh”

You reached down into the closet near the bed and pulled out a medium-sized box. From the way you were struggling illumi could tell it was quite heavy.

You placed it onto the bed next to him before positioning yourself between his legs. “What's that?” He asked with curiosity filling his eyes. “You’ll find out soon. Now, let's get you ready first” you said with a smile that the other deemed to be very suspicious.

Until suddenly taking a hold of his pale thighs and pulling him up till his twitching hole was inches away from your face. Upon your breaths against his rim, it sent an overwhelming shiver through his body.

Lolling your tongue out till the saliva dripped down onto his hole teasing him with the wet sensation. Legs already shaking no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. His pride couldn’t be scratched more than this. But he has to hold back, he did say you could do whatever you want, and he never goes back on his words. But nothing could prepare him for what to come.

You gave a few licks to his rim before shoving your tongue inside his ring of muscles with ease. “AH-” a surprised scream left illumi as you worked him open with your tongue. Soon enough his whimpers and moans that he tried to cover up so badly spread in the room.

You added two of your fingers alongside your tongue catching him by surprise. “Hey. Wai-” gasps of pleasure echoed in the room. As you spread up his hole with your fingers, allowing your tongue to venture deeper into his rim. Easily pressing against his prostate which resulted in even louder moans. All the while fixating your eyes on his face, watching it twist and turn with every thrust of your tongue.

You could tell he was about to come from the way his body shakes. But you weren’t just gonna let him cum that easily. This was your birthday after all, you’re the one who should be enjoying yourself. So you stopped which resulted in a whine and a cry. “C'mon now, we can’t just end it now. There’s still more things I wanna do to you.”

You felt yourself rock hard but didn’t wanna put it in yet, you had other plans up your sleeves. “First, how about a change in position. Hmm?”

You sat him down infront of you with his back pressed against your chest, while his hands still cuffed infront of his body. you spread his legs open using your legs.

Grabbing the box from near you. You opened it and flipped it making all the stuff inside spill infront of him. You watched as his expression changed from curiosity to that of surprise, and unsurprisingly arousal. As a bunch of toys, sex toys laid right there. All kinds and all sizes.

Oh, he was sure in for a long night. Well, he can’t start complaining now, he signed up for this after all <3.

-

“Are you sure you’re that well-known dangerous assassin? Because all I'm seeing right now is a cock hungry needy slut” you whispered near his ear but he was barely able to hear whatever you said. Too busy being consumed by all the pleasure hitting him all at the same time.

He felt incredibly stuffed with only two bullet vibrators inside his hole, vibrating at the highest setting. It made the infamous assassin completely dumb. He barely knew the difference between right and left. All that and your cock wasn’t involved yet.

Not to mention the weighted nipple clips you placed on him. Making sure to pull hard at them, making them even more red and puffy than they already are. Drawing more moans out of him.

you almost wanted to laugh at the “funny” state he was in. The way he cried out made you almost feel bad for him. Wanting to just stop and start pounding into him already. Make him cum because of you over and over again. Yet there is still one more thing you want to try out.

You reached your hands into the box and pulled a Beaded Urethral Dilator. Catching illumi’s interest. But you reached your other hand and started to intensely pump his pre-cover cock. Distracting him from the object at hand.

He threw his head back from pleasure, resting it on your shoulders. Body shaking violently. He closed his eyes trying to calm himself down as he feel his long Awaited orgasm approaching.

“Huh-” voice cracking he moved his head back straight after feeling the strange object near his tip. Confusion turned to horror as you positioned the tool near his tip.

Waiting for no complaints you pushed the metal piece past his tip. Going all the way down. A loud scream shook the place as his body moved uncontrollably before he started to pant like an unhinged dog.

“Was that- a dry orgasm?” His mind feeling too lost to even understand your words. You couldn’t help but laugh, after all, you just witnessed the feared assassin have the most pathetic orgasm ever. “I just inserted it in and it left you in this state. What would happen to you if I do this?”

With no time to react. You started pulling up the metal just to push it back in place, then roughly started fucking him with the metal piece. This sudden feeling added alongside the vibrator turned his mind to mush. As he begged you to stop. But you weren’t satisfied yet. Your cock was still rock hard and neglected.

So you stopped moving your hands and instead turned him around by his hair and shoved him down your clothed crotch. He shook his head, silently asking for a break. “But didn’t you say I can do whatever? Don’t tell your backing down on your words now.” He shook his head again at your words “heh, good”

Undoing your pants to finally let your cock breathe. Taking off your boxer as your cock sprang up right away gently slapped against his cheeks.

He looked flabbergasted you could not help but giggle. “C'mon now, you better get to work.” Upon your words, he took a deep breath and swallowed up his spit before wrapping his soft lips around your tip. You sighed loudly in satisfaction, as your cock finally gets the attention it deserves.

Going down as much as he can illumi tried to take your cock fully in his mouth, but he was soon to gag on it as it reached the back of his throat. He would’ve stroked the rest while he suck what he can, but the handcuffs were an obstacle in his way.

Seeing him struggle to take your cock inside him you decided to give him a helping hand. He widened his eyes once you grabbed his hair roughly and shoved him all the way till your cock went past his throat. Tears gathered in his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.

You gasped loudly from how good and tight his throat felt around you. It made you more anticipated to finally start fucking his hole that you groaned loudly. You were not ashamed to let out your noises and instead, you started moaning and talking about how good of a slut he is for you and how amazing he’s making you feel.

He would never admit it but it felt so amazing having you use his mouth like that. Roughly pulling at his hair as you face-fucked him. Using his mouth like it's a sex toy. It felt even more incredible for you that you could cum on the spot, but you didn’t wanna do it. Not yet at least.

Stopping as soon as you felt yourself close, you pulled him away from you by his hair making him groan. “That was a close call, don’t you think!” You said as all he did is look up at you with confused eyes “what-?” Clearly, the previous action got him so fucked up he failed to process what you said

“Err- nevermind. Anyhow, would you mind turning around for me” “huh?” Not understanding what you meant you sighed in disappointment “can you get any more dumber than that” he barely understood what you said yet he showed an offended look.

Once your patience ran out you grabbed a hand full of his hair and turned him around on his knees as he supported himself with his elbow. you positioned yourself behind him. “Sorry- I just can’t hold back anymore. I want- I need to be inside of you so bad” the sudden change caught him by surprise. Yet you can’t be blamed he just looked so gorgeous. It’s maddening.

You pressed the tip of your cock against his hole before pushing in so easily inside after all the foreplay you’ve done. Even as he was stretched open with your tongue fingers and a vibrator he was still tightening around you hard. Giving you the pleasure that you’ve been craving all this time.

Slowly pulling back before snapping your hips back harshly. Going all the way till you started feeling the vibrators that were still inside of him vibrating against your cock. Gosh, it felt so incredible. “This is amazing,” you said in a breathy tone as you started pounding his poor hole till it was all red and puffy. Determined to keep going till he’s all filled up, nice, and full.

He gasped in surprise when your hands reached to squeeze up his neck. “GAH-” tears stained his pale face, tongue lolling out, every part of his body shook at the incredible force of your thrusts.

The wights on the nipple clamps would rock with every thrust you make. Putting pressure on his nipples. Adding up to the pleasure that illumi felt.

It felt like you would explode at any second, and you’re sure illumi is too. No, he would’ve came at least three times if it wasn’t for the metal piece that settled inside his tips.

“Wanna cum- pleaAH” he begged you in a shaky tone barely making up a full sentence “really? Tell me how much you want it,” you said teasingly “SIR- ple. I want it I want it I want it I want it I wan-” the amount of desperation and desire as he repeated the same sentence was so pathetic that it made you feel like coming right away right then and there. But you held back. “Alright heh- let’s cum together then”.

Upon saying that you took a hold of the metal and pulled it out fast. A scream that would surely be heard by the rest of the family was let out as illumi had the most intense orgasm of his life. His whole body gave up on him but you did not stop. You still haven’t got to cum.

So you continued thrusting up against him. He couldn’t do anything to stop you so he just whimpered and whined as he let himself get overstimulated by your continuous moves. With just a few more thrusts you bursted. Filling him up to the brim. Just from the feeling of your cum overflowing inside of him he came all over himself a second time.

You finally collapsed beside him after you pulled out. Both of you panting loudly trying to catch your breath. Slowly but surely you came down from your high.

Before even getting the chance to relax a pair of eyes that screamed “kill” looked at you. You sweated up before turning around with a smile. You opened your mouth “shut your mouth” you closed your mouth. He turned around and gave you his back.

“Happy birthday”

He said it softly, which was a side you never thought you’d witness. Gently smiling at his words you hugged him from behind bringing him closer to your chest. “Hehehe, you’re so cute” he hummed at you “but my birthday is not over yet” “huh” he looked back at you with a look full of confusion and the very smallest hint of anticipation.

“There’s still lots of other toys I want to try out. So you better start using the assassin stamina that you have because we still have a long way to go before we’re done.”

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

[junhanner]

hihi can you write some dino smut~?

AAAAAAHHHH MY FIRST ASK IM SO HAPPY!!!! and of course i can :3

Imagine perv!neighbour!Dino ..

It’s hot outside , you’re working in your garden when you hear a familiar voice calling your name .

It’s Dino , your close neighbour .

You and Dino have known eachother for a while … almost feeling like an eternity after how many beautiful and funny memories you two shared , you were almost bestfriends. almost.

He might look like such a funny and handsome guy from the outside , but much to his dismay , you know exactly what he is deep inside .

A shameless pervert.

Everytime you wore something slightly revealing eye contact would be pretty much inexistent for him . when you talked with him , his eyes would drift from the floor to your cleavage every two seconds until you would point it out . and even acts surprised when you do it

Dino’s house was in front of yours , so both of you had a clear view of eachother’s rooms (unless curtains)

Everytime you would change , you felt his eyes pierce through your body , and i’m not gonna talk about how he jerks off to the thought of you two fucking .. and maybe if you’re clueless enough even take pictures of you changing … fucking his fist while looking at them would be next level for him.

Until he got a text from you .

“ wanna come over spend the night at my place tomorrow ? ,,

That night , he got the best idea ever.

What if he would steal a pair of your panties while he was at your place ? you were clueless anyway (or atleast acted clueless) so you will most probably barely notice .

At night , he could barely sleep with the thought of your used panties’ soft fabric around his rock hard cock .. or maybe even better ? two pairs ? three ? your whole closet ? no that would be too much .. two it is !!

The next day , he jumped out of his bed . the rest of the day until the night was surely going to feel like a lifetime . hours and hours later , his phone vibrated .

“u coming ???,, 20:14

“ye,, delivered 20:14

He pretty much ran to your house .. but inviting him over wasn’t really without any reason behind. you wanted to see if he would act weird at your house too so you could confront him about all these times where he acted weird .

He got some pjs and the next thing you know he’s in front of your door, knocking.

You opened the door with the biggest smile you could ever and never manage to have and invited him inside .

After some time, you went to get snacks for the movie you two were planning to watch . Dino , looks desperately in your room until he finds any pair of panties , and there he saw it , a relatively recently used pair … that’s all he needed . before he could put it in his pockets , you came with the snacks , seeing your panties in his hand .

That was your last straw .

Before that , you see .. you had such a big crush on him . everyday he almost looked unreal to you . these feeling mixed with the alcohol from the beer cans you unknowingly gulped down like a seagull made it even worse . you couldn’t argue with your crush , right? what if he won’t like you anymore ??? all these thoughts are now intrerrupted by a small “i’m sorry y/n,, leaving dino’s lips .

“oh fuck this” you quietly say before carelessly throwing the snacks on the bed and walking up to dino cupping his cheeks in your hands and capturing him into a heated kiss . Dino’s shock fades away as he slowly melts into the kiss and his hands gently placed on your hips guide you to your bed

“i’ve been fantasizing about this for so long m’darling.. are you sure you’re okay with this ? i don’t wanna make you do anything without your consent doll ,, he asks .

“yes i’m sure… please.. ,,

As soon as he hears your consent , he wastes no time on slipping down your shorts , along with your soaked wet panties . as his eyes spotted your dripping cunt he feels his cock twitch inside his pants . you whine as he teasingly circles your clit

“s’ okay princess ill fuck you real good ..”

After taking off his sweats and boxers he slowly teases your cunt with his tip before sliding his cock in

He stops letting you adjust before nodding at him giving him the greenlight to slowly thrust . you moan at the feeling of his hard cock inside your greedy cunt .

The way you clenched around him slowly drove him insane knowing how much he has been awaiting this moment when watching you from afar imagining how it would be fucking that sweet cunt of yours .

“you’re so tight..” he says lowly with a small groan escaping his lips as he slowly began quickening his pace feeling his release getting closer and closer

“ ‘m so close— please .. ,, you said turning into a moaning mess under him .

“ cum on my cock princess— fuck .. ,,

Seconds later , your orgasm hits you triggering his .

He pulls out of your spent cunt , collapsing next to you with a smug grin on his face before saying

“i’ll take it as a i like you too,, with a small chuckle.

a/n : i’m so sorry for any grammar mistake english is so different and so confusing compared to my first language <\3 hope u enjoyed !! ^_^

@seoktized i luv you so much my beautiful wife

[strangerxperv]

Something I've had sitting in my notes since October but the people want more Billy. I have other stuff for him but it's not ready so I hope you enjoy this snack.

Mean Dom Billy Hargrove x Cow Reader

Moo

Imagine putting on a cow (moo not yeehaw) girl costume from an obscure shop. The shop is full of costumes, "spells", and "potions" but you suspect nothing because it's October. You hide the costume in the back of your closet and forget about it until Halloween. You never could have expected things to get like this after putting it on.

Your tits were heavier and leaked constantly through the cow print bikini top squares (really only hiding your pretty nipples). Small black and white shorts pulled over your squishy tummy and leaving your plush thighs bare. Atop your head are little fluffy cow ears and gone are your own. Leaky tits aside, why are you this horny and where is Billy you're supposed to leave hours ago for the party.

Not that you'll be able to leave for the party now that you're in this state. You let out a huff and pout at your reflection as tears well up. Your tits are sore and you're desperately in need of relief.

"Mmmm-!" You squeak out when your own soft hands cup a swollen tit, "I-I can't!" You sob and quickly remove your hand causing your breast to jiggle.

"Can't what? What's wrong?" Billy's voice calls out to you as he rounds into your bathroom from the bedroom. You're in his sights in no time and he freezes before, "You are not going to the party dressed like that. Absolutely fucking not!"

His yelling makes you jump then back away as he advances on you one long stride after another. Soon Billy has you against the wall so close your noses are nearly touching, breath mingling.

"No one gets to see you like this." His voice is eerily quiet like he's the calm before a storm. Billy is tense and ready to strike glaring into your eyes. "You're my breeding cow and I don't need anyone seeing your fat tits. If those losers see these then they'll think they can have you." One of his hot calloused hands grip onto your breast and squeezes causing you to cry out.

"Billy!" Tears roll down your pretty chubby cheeks as your makeup smears with them, "T-too much!" You sob and clench your thighs while you squirm under him.

Billy expects this kind of reaction from you but not the sopping wet cloth. Nor does he know how to react to the warm white liquid that spills between his fingers. His blue eyes are wide as he watches it collect then drip onto the bathroom floor.

"What-" His hand plays with your full tit experimentally, "Is that milk?" Billy looks at you expectantly.

"Yeah, I think it's the costume. I can't take the ears off either-" You moan and grab Billy's wrist as your own eyes widen in desperation, "Gently, please! I'm sensitive!"

"Shit, you really are my little breeding cow."

"Bil-" SMACK! His hand lands on your tit with a resounding slap and you squeal.

"Who?"

"Daddy!"

"Good cow. Keep being good and I'll be gentle."

[lxkeeeee]

I want Scara to tease me while on missions, wether it’s gently rubbing the area around a cut You got from training with him, to him leaving small kisses and bites all around your neck, HIM REMOVING HIS CLOTHING TO GET CHANGED IN FRONT OF YOU <333

OMGG THE SCENARIOS JUST KEEP ON COMING TO MY MIND ANON YOU'RE A GENIUS!

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

scaramouche x FEM! reader

synopsis: husband scaramouche is such a tease.

genre: fluff??? Very suggestive but no smut because I suck at those 😂👎

warnings: mildly spicy

To the other Fatui members, both you and Scaramouche are an unusual couple. They often see the two of you barely exchanging words to each other—aside from the time she's relaying her report to him. But nevertheless, when the two of them are alone the air around them feels so much colder and more unapproachable but when the two of them are side by side, the aura around them are much more warmer. The Fatui members dares not to vocalize their opinion on the two of them, afraid to feel their wrath.

Despite them not showing any affection to each other in the public eye, the other low rank members can see that somehow the two of you care for each other—when you mention Lord Scaramouche's name around Lady [name] you can see how the dark look on her eyes would disappear and if you squint you can can see the pupils in her eyes dilate for a few seconds before returning to normal.

The same goes for Scaramouche, if you even mention Lady [name] around him you can just imagine an imaginary tail wag behind him (especially if you tell him she's looking for him but if you mention her in a casual tone he will be pissed because how can you say her name so casually and would then kill you on the spot.)

But nevertheless, the two of you never show physical affection with one another, only showing emotions purely for business.

The people outside your shared bedroom doesn't know how much the two of you tease each other.

Husband Scaramouche! Likes teasing his wife so much especially when he's changing his clothes, their closet facing the bed, he notices his wife laying on their shared bed a book in her hand, he can feel that he just got her attention, he can feel her eyes staring at his back. He just got out of the shower, a bathrobe covering his dripping wet body. A mischievous thought crosses his mind as he smirked, he slowly loosened the tie of of his bathrobe, letting it slowly fall enough down to his waist, showing off his upper body. He can hear her breath hitch and he almost laughed, he then tilt his head slightly to make eye contact with her, a smirk on his face.

“You're such a tease my love.” She mutters, her eyes drinking every detail of his back, he chuckles, “Then why aren't you looking away?” he asked, a feigned innocence on his voice. “Touché.”

Husband Scaramouche! Is such a tease, after getting properly dressed his eyes would wander to his wife who's nose is still buried in the book she was reading, he grumbles for the lack of attention from her, he would then immediately lay on top her, burying his face in between her breasts, she looked away from the book she was reading and stared at her husband who had a cat like grin on his face.

He likes burying his face in your chest, it's so soft and squishy he could just fall asleep. A comfortable silence fall into the two before he started humming a tune, his voice muffled from being pressed too much into his wife's chest. Then a mischievous idea once more crossed into his mind, he smirks as he slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse—with her not noticing because her attention is completely on the book she was reading. His smirk widened when he sees the dark purple bra she was wearing, it's his favorite color after all.

He then began placing soft and gentle kisses on her soft and sensitive skin, cutting off her attention of the book she was reading, she immediately looked into her husband who was currently sucking on the skin of her chest, the other hand softly squeezing and playing with the other. A soft whine escapes her lips from the sensual kisses her husband was giving her, his kisses slowly go up and as usual began to latch unto the skin of her neck. “Yo-you're insufferable, you know that?” she jokingly say, her voice stuttering a bit and he just chuckles, “I know.”

Then their room was filled with soft moans from the two.

Husband Scaramouche! Is such a tease especially if he knows there is an another low rank fatuu member in his office, especially if his wife is also in the office with them.

Their tables are placed right by each other.

Scaramouche was starting to get bored with whatever crap the low ranked Fatuu was talking about, then a discreet smirk appears on his face. His hand slowly started to move to squeeze his wife's thigh—his hand movements isn't very noticeable due to the very close distance of both of their desks. His wife is currently taking down notes at what the Low ranked Fatuu was talking, he can feel her flinch slightly from the cold of his hands placed on her thighs. Slowly trailing up near her core and Scaramouche can feel the warmth of it.

Once the Fatuu left, he got punished by her but it was worth it.

Husband Scaramouche! Never likes training with his subordinates, they are weak and can't last 10 seconds against him. His wife on the other hand, he enjoys training with her. There is no fair fight with the two of them, both of them would resort to play some dirty tricks to win. So far the score 863—850 with Scaramouche having more wins, these battles never started when they just joined the Fatui, no these scores started long before that. His eyes darted at the new cuts she got from his from yesterday's training, it's still fresh but it has already started to heal, she's a kitsune after all. Her bare back exposed to him as she's cleaning the cuts on her body, there's a fresh new cut on her waist, He watched her shaky hands try to clean it and he sighs before taking the medicine and bandages from her, despite her telling him he shouldn't feel guilty for hurting her during training but he can't helped it, she is his wife after all.

“Let me bandage it for you, my love” he softly whisper as she nodded, flinching when she felt the medicine covered cotton hit her fresh cut before feeling the warmth of the bandage cloth wrapped around it. She sighs in relief before giving her husband an appreciative smile. “Thanks my love.” she says and Scaramouche just nodded before placing soft kisses on her stomach, leaving small bites on her skin. There's a soft feeling in his stomach as he looked at her, her top body exposed aside from black lacy bra she was wearing and he would be lying to himself that he didn't find her attractive.

He then moved to her now exposed neck, gently sucking it and kissing it. Archons, he can never get tired of kissing her. He continuously kissed her now bruised neck, her name falling out of his lips like a mantra.

“Oh... [Y/n] so beautiful... So perfect for me...” he softly moans out, still not done with his kisses, he wants her to know how she means to him, how he would burn the world for her.

Soft moans and groans can be heard from the two of them, getting lost in the act of affection.

⊰᯽⊱┈──────────┈⊰᯽⊱

[steddieas-shegoes]

the last cupcake

for the @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up round 4 (prompt: bakery AU) rated: M wc: 997 cw: vomiting mention (not graphic) tags: getting together, friends to lovers, baker Steve, musician Eddie

Eddie came in at the same time everyday.

Ten minutes before closing.

Always bought the last cupcake.

So when he didn't show up today, Steve got worried.

🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁

When Steve opened the bakery two years ago, he had no idea how wildly successful it would be, and how quickly he'd start to think of his regulars as family.

Eddie moved to town almost exactly a year ago, a tiny studio apartment only a few blocks away, not that Steve had ever seen it. He just knew because of how often Eddie complained that he was tired of not having room for all his music equipment.

Steve let him keep some of his less used equipment in his storage closet upstairs.

"That's what friends are for," he'd said at the time.

And then he went and fell in love with him.

It was the most ridiculous thing that did it, too.

Eddie came in, same as always, dripping wet from the rain that had kept most customers away all afternoon.

"Did you forget an umbrella?" Steve asked, amused by his wet dog look.

"Don't own one," Eddie said, shivering at the chill in the bakery.

Steve decided then that he could never imagine going a single day without seeing and talking to Eddie.

The next day, Steve gave him an umbrella with his cupcake.

"For next time. Don't want you to catch a cold or something just trying to get a mediocre cupcake," Steve shrugged it off.

"Mediocre?! You think I come here everyday for a mediocre cupcake?" Eddie grabbed his hand, and that was really it for Steve. "These are the best damn cupcakes I have ever had in my life, Stevie."

"Whatever you say, Eds."

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He had Eddie's number, of course.

But they rarely spoke.

Sometimes Eddie would text him with a thumbs up emoji when a cupcake was particularly tasty or let him know he had to grab something from the closet.

As he closed up the shop, he couldn't help glancing out the front windows to see if he came running.

He didn't.

Steve locked up and went upstairs.

He couldn't shake the fear that something was wrong, though.

Hey, just wondering if you're okay. Missed you coming by.

Just a text to check in. That was normal between friends, right?

His phone went off a minute later.

Sorry. Got the flu. Didn't wanna give it to you

Steve's heart fluttered.

Need anything?

To die maybe

Steve laughed.

So dramatic. But really, you want me to bring you some soup?

You don't have to do that

I want to.

Eddie's response took a few minutes to arrive, but when it did, it was just his address and a smiling face.

Steve had never moved so quickly in his life.

He grabbed a can of soup from the cabinet, already a little upset that he didn't have time to make something homemade.

He grabbed the box with his last cupcake for the day, and rushed downstairs and to Eddie's apartment.

Eddie buzzed him in without saying a word, leaving the door unlocked for him.

Steve was welcomed by a loud groan coming from the bathroom.

“Eds?”

“Be out soon,” Eddie yelled to him.

He probably didn’t even need to yell; This apartment really was small.

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked once.

“You okay in there? I brought your cupcake. Your favorite,” Steve smiled as he rested his forehead against the door.

Eddie let out a long groan that was interrupted by gagging noises.

“Are you throwing up?”

“Yep. Almost done,” he replied.

Steve quickly hid the cupcake in the fridge, not wanting it to cause any further problems for Eddie.

Eventually, Eddie came out, looking sick.

He moved slowly, like it pained him to take a single step, and Steve felt his stomach twist.

“Hey, Eds,” he said softly.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie gave what sort of resembled a smile.

"I brought soup. Well, I brought a can of soup. I didn't know if that would help. It's probably not gonna be that good, but I could go get you something else if you want? Or-"

"Steve." Eddie was actually smiling now, a small one, but a real one. "If I didn't have the flu, I would kiss you."

"Huh?"

"You think I come to your bakery every single day because I love cupcakes so much?" Eddie asked, looking a bit green at the mention of cupcakes.

"Um...yeah?" Steve couldn't think of any other reason he would bother coming by.

"I mean, your cupcakes are the best I've had, but I come every day to see you."

Oh.

Oh.

"You like to visit me?" Steve felt like the ground beneath him was shaking.

Was it possible there was an earthquake happening?

"Of course I do. How could I not wanna see the hot baker who makes delicious cupcakes?" Eddie winked, then grabbed his stomach. "Hold that thought."

Eddie ran back in the bathroom and Steve could hear him gagging again, but he blocked it out.

Eddie came to see him.

When Eddie came back into the main room, Steve smiled at him.

"You know, you could have just asked me out. Probably would've saved you a lot of money on cupcakes," he said.

"But then I wouldn't have seen that cute little dance you do when you lean over to get the cupcake out of the fridge you keep it in," Eddie smirked.

"I do not do a dance!"

"You do!"

"You're delirious from dehydration. Let me get you some water," Steve said, actually turning to the kitchen cabinets like he knew where the glasses were.

Eddie's hand touched his lower back.

"Top left," Eddie's voice was low. "You know if I weren't throwing up nearly every 30 minutes, I'd probably take you to bed. Skip the date. We've been having them every day for a year now."

"You think this thing is a 24 hour bug or..." Steve asked.

"I fucking hope so."

[muddyorbsblr]

a tale of ice baths and hot sauce

See my full list of works here!

Placement: the day after 'a sizing mishap'

Summary: An effort is made to find out who your mystery boyfriend is during the Elementals challenge when some members of the staff see some marks on your neck that weren't there before…

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mango mention (no really i did that here lol); bit of insecurity from Reader if you squint

"You think anyone would notice if I just pinched a chip from the bowl?" you joked while setting up the table for the Elementals-themed challenge that a handful of the Soccer Aid players were going to voluntarily subject themselves to with Joelah, the host for most if not all the promo videos for this event. You raised an eyebrow playfully at her when she approached the table with a giddy little skip in her step, practically twirling in her outfit of relaxed fit jeans and a diagonal cut asymmetrical crop top. "Please tell me where you go shopping I'm in desperate need of cuter clothes. I mean, 'raiding the boyfriend's closet chic' is cute and all but…I also drown in fabric whenever I do it."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Y/N, I think you're faring pretty damn fine if I do say so myself." She waved a hand at your current getup of a cropped loose olive green halter top and a black ruffle skort. "Players seem to enjoy it well enough," she mumbled with a lower tone, as if warning you that you were currently being ogled. "Oy! Eyes on the ball, you pervy lads!"

"Thanks," you told her with a smile, pulling your hair into a ribbon so that it wouldn't stick to your sweaty neck. "Now…do you wanna share with the class why you were skipping--"

"Bloody hell, Y/L/N, your neck!" she gasped, pointing at the right side of your neck and collarbone. "You didn't have that when I last saw you yesterday--Oh my lordy me, you hooked up with someone here! Is it one of the players? That social media star on the World team? One of the pros? Sam Claflin??"

"No on all fronts, Jo," you laughed off her questions. "My boyfriend's working the event, too. I was with him." Her jaw dropped to the ground with your revelation. "We're keeping things a bit…low key, you know?"

"Oh you and your secrets," she teased, still motioning toward your neck. "If that isn't a sign that screams 'Horny blokes step the fuck back', I haven't the faintest idea what is. Anyways, what were you asking earlier?"

"Ah, right. I was gonna ask why were you skipping on your way here like you were back in school and teacher just gave you a gold star?"

"Oh…Oh! Because I just got the players for the Elementals Fire and Ice challenge and Number 6 lit'rally up and volunteered to represent Team England." She made a motion fanning herself. "That godly bod dripping wet and clothes just clinging to him? Lordy me have mercy. And whoever put him in the teeniest jersey and shorts imaginable, I just wanna eurgh! Wanna grab 'em and thank 'em to the high heavens, y'know? Thank 'em for their service."

You are very welcome, you thought to yourself.

"Maybe if you leave an iced coffee on the table and go pspspsps they'll acknowledge your gratitude," you joked, once again pointing to the chips. "I'm taking a pinch. And trying out these sauces, I've been deadly curious since yesterday."

"You take the green one, I'll take one of the reds," she offered, already getting a large chip for herself and placing a few drops of the brighter red condiment. When you had placed a dollop of the green hot sauce onto your own chip, you clinked your pieces together before taking thing whole and bracing for the worst. "Fuck all that is hellish!" she mumbled around her piece, eyeing you incredulously while you just continued on chewing and letting the taste of the sauce linger for a moment or two. "How in the…"

You grabbed all the bottles and looked over the labels with a scrutinizing eye. "The green's deceptive. Makes you think you're getting the milder one but it's got the highest level of Scoville units. I feel sorry to whoever's gonna end up with that."

There was some motion from the corner of your eye, which you quickly realized were the camera crew and some other members of the staff carting around numerous 10 gallon bottles of water and 3 drums. And following just behind them were the six players slated to play this little trivia game. You gave them all a little wave and a courteous smile, making sure to hold eye contact with each of them, and saving Tom for last so you could allow yourself the indulgence of holding his gaze for a fraction of a moment longer, which he returned with a small wave and an obviously deliberate infinitesimal twitch of his two middle fingers.

"Goodness, Y/L/N," one of the staff members, Allen, bellowed. "What happened to--"

"My neck?" you finished for him. "Don't worry about it. My boyfriend thinks himself a vampire," you answered with a casual shrug, earning you a round of chuckles from the rest of the crew and the players. You motioned toward the water drums. "Should we get that all set up then?"

"Oh. Yeah, for sure." He waved his arm toward the drums as well. "Have at it."

"I could help you," Scarlette chimed in, already taking the end of the drum in front of you and jutting her chin in the direction of your neck. "I didn't see that on you yesterday when I picked up my uniform. I take it your boyfriend's somewhere in the building then?" She capped off her question with a cheeky wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Yes, and I'm not saying a single word on where and who he is. But I won't deny it if anyone guesses correctly. The only catch though…you only get two guesses each," you offered, looking at both her and Joelah.

"Claflin," Scarlette spoke immediately, causing the other one to make a motion as if to stop her but all too late.

"Aaaaand that's one wrong guess. Also makes you the second person in this place to for some reason think that I'm bumping uglies with Finnick Odair."

"I could've told you it's not Mister Clock App, or Claflin…or any of the pros," Joelah grumbled out. "We're down to three."

You two set up the last of the water drums, making sure that they were equidistant from one another, and after thanking Scarlette you moved toward the massive water bottles to start filling them up. "Let me help you," Tom spoke up, already placing his hands under the bottle, brushing his hands across yours before taking most of the weight of the bottle and leading you both toward the drum. "You reckon they'll guess me, darling?" he asked under his breath.

"Absolutely not," you answered, keeping your voice down. "I don't think they'll even consider it a possibility that I can pull you."

"Personally I think you pull me just fine," he shot back, smirking when you had to suppress a chortle from his words. "More than fine, actually."

"Menace," you hissed, trying to covertly take deep breaths while the two of you walked to the next bottle and repeated the process.

"Only for you, sweetheart."

"Okay you must be built all kinds of different, because I don't think I coulda kept my wits about me being that close him with the guns on full display, and in close proximity to…what was it the internet called it again?"

"The mango?" you prompted Joelah, causing you both to break out in stifled giggles while waiting for the camera crew to finish setting up.

"Yes! And I saw that little hand brushing, too I mean—how were you not absolutely swooning the second he walked up to the bottle? Hell, how did you even function?"

I have been under those guns on full display and touched more than just his hand, you thought to yourself, holding your words back and instead gave her a little shrug. "Worked with him before. You get used to it," you bluffed. "Besides, I've got someone, and I'm really happy and stupid in love. So there's that, too."

"We need a hand here!" Scarlette called out in your general direction, her and Bugzy already on their feet but pointing at Tom who for some unknown reason, currently had both feet sticking up and out of the drum and putting him in a position that made it exceedingly more difficult for him to get up and out of the drum.

"How in the actual fuck did he even get like that?" you started thinking aloud. A strangled noise slipped from your mouth the second his head dipped below the water and his hands lost their grip on the edge of the drum.

You knew that he would be able to find his way back up, but it didn't stop the way your heart caught in your throat. The way that your legs were involuntarily twitching as if taking on a mind of their own and urging you to make your way to him.

If he hadn't stuck his head back out from under the water just a few seconds later, you would have been more than ready to run to him and help him to his feet, check on him the way he often checked on you when he would see you short of breath on set. You wouldn't have given a damn about the cameras capturing your every move.

But instead you were frozen in place, watching as he ascended and took a big heaving breath, shaking the water from his hair and his eyes before finding your gaze. You were suddenly acutely aware of nearly every minute movement of your body trying to fight back every reaction you had to the excessively obvious bedroom eyes he was giving you, resorting to subtly digging what little fingernail you had into the palm of your hand to at least focus on something else until he looked away.

You moved the moment you clocked the excitement on the faces of Joelah as well as some female members of the staff, already undoubtedly about to speak up that they would gladly help him out. "Can we cut?" you hollered toward the cameraman, who responded to you with a simple thumbs up, pressing a button on his equipment that stopped recording. You quickly whipped out your phone and snapped a picture of Tom in the precarious position before you reached him.

"Really, Y/N?" he huffed, feigning exasperation but you knew that tone better than any other person around you at the moment. He was amused. And you would be in trouble later tonight. You even began to doubt if you could completely walk properly in the morning or if you would walk into the briefing area with a more than slight penguin waddle.

"Had to," you quipped, shrugging your shoulders and scrunching your nose at him reflexively before placing your phone back in your pocket and holding your arms out toward him so he could brace himself. "Tuck your feet back into the drum."

You heard the slightest grumble from him before he wrapped a hand around one of your arms, did exactly as you said, and then wrapped his other arm across your shoulders while he tried to find his footing in the undoubtedly slippery interior of the water drum. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered under his breath, pulling you closer as you gripped the towel that was handed over to you and making quick work to spread it out and use it as a cover from prying eyes and wild cameras once his feet were firmly planted on the ground again.

The heavily curious gazes of everyone around you gave you enough pause to not wrap the towel around his waist, realization quickly dawning on you that the gesture would definitely be seen as a show of intimacy. You avoided his gaze as he took the towel from you, opting instead to lead the way to behind the backdrop, picking up his cleats and bag on the way.

You felt the irrational bristling of your skin as the sound of women giggling and commending your boyfriend on his form throughout the drills hit your ears, your hands finding it difficult to grasp the small laundry pouch you'd packed in his bag and a fresh pair of socks from the near violent shaking. When a familiar ridiculously large hand appeared in front of your face, you looked up abruptly to find Tom standing above you, the smile on his face growing brighter when you placed your hand in his and stood up.

"You're shaking," he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Come here."

He caught you off guard when he tugged you into his arms, a small yelp escaping you before you could stop yourself that had you hoping that nobody on the other side of the backdrop heard it. "What're you doing?" you questioned him in hushed tones, holding back your giggles as he pressed the fluffy sleeves of the bathrobe that he wore to your face and neck. Your hands wrapped around his wrist when he started patting at the exposed skin of your chest. "Sweetie!" You couldn't hold back your giggles when he used his free arm to wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

"You're wet," he said simply, continuing to pat at your dampened skin.

"Well I'm your girlfriend, it kinda comes with the territory," you quipped, letting out another barely muted squeal when he pulled his hand from your grasp and grabbed the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. Almost immediately you melted in his arms, both of you smiling against each other's lips as you wrapped your arms around him. "Private--"

"This is private, goddess," he cut you off, capturing your lips in another soft kiss. "Public would be bringing you to the center of the field and marking you again with everyone as witness so that there isn't a shadow of doubt in anyone's mind that you're mine."

The sound of the camera crew calling out for him snapped you two out of your moment. "Give me a minute," he hollered out, pressing a final kiss to your forehead before loosening his hold on you and letting you step back from him. You offered him your hand to hold himself steady while he changed out the soiled socks from the challenge. "Did you take a look at the hot sauces on the table?"

"Of course I did," you quipped, scrunching your nose at him when his eyes flickered to yours. "Don't take the green one, it's a trap."

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmured, eyeing you with a smirk when he stood upright and you took his shin guards from him. "And what exactly are you doing, darling?"

You answered him with a playful grin. "Oh I'm sorry. Would you like to try putting these on through two layers of fluff?" He answered you with a minute shake of his head. "No? Well alright then." You proceeded to crouch down and place the shin guards under the knee-high socks, only stopping when you heard a shutter from above your head and looking up at him from your position with a bemused smirk. "Really, Tom?"

"It needed to be done," he said with a chuckle, waving your phone tauntingly in his hand. "After all, you do look so tempting from this angle. Let me just send this to my phone really quick."

You made a point to audibly snap the garter of his sock against his skin, making him jump the slightest bit and squint his eyes at you as you rose to stand upright again. "Give it back," you cooed, holding your hand out. Instead of doing just that, he grabbed hold of your hand and closed the distance between you, placing your arm over his shoulder as his hands roamed down your back before settling in your back pockets.

Before you could say a single word, he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss and you could feel the weight of your phone back in your pocket. As well as his hand grabbing a handful of your ass before he pulled away. "I love you," he whispered, briefly brushing the tip of his nose across yours before stepping backwards, back to the set so that the World Team could have their turn at the ice baths.

"I love you, too." The sound of the crew calling out your name this time and telling you to come help in setting up the next batch was enough to wipe the smitten grin off your face and send you running in the other direction.

A/N: Starting off my 5-day weekend strong with a new Soccer Aid piece out! I have one more that I'm gonna focus on before I give Soccer Aid Hiddles a break from the page for a while to focus on…'relinquish the crown: plans & protestations'! 😳👀 It's been too long since I've written those two blorbos and I miss them so they're next 💖

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[outro-jo]

go or stay

pairing: lee minho x gn reader

type: imagine

warnings: kinda angsty?, reader is afraid of thunderstorms

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“i think we need to take a break.”

8 words you’re starting to regret leaving your lips. well, not really starting. in truth, you regretted it the moment you saw the light leaving his eye. minho isn’t overly expressive, but you could certainly see how he felt in that moment despite his face hardly changing. that twinkle in his dark brown irises faded and you could see them growing more distant along with the pit in your stomach.

your regret only worsened as you now sat in your apartment alone, surrounded by boxes, the thunderstorm raging outside your windows. ever since you were a kid, you hated thunderstorms. the incessant pounding of rain mixed with the intermittent crash of thunder frayed your nerves. before minho would wrap his arms around you and make you feel safe. the only thing you could do now was tuck your knees into you chest and watch the terrifying flashes of lightning illuminate the dark room. you desperately didn’t want to be alone.

for the life of you, the reason as to why you broke things off with minho was becoming more and more unclear. you didn’t mind how his work took him away from you. since you moved to seoul to be with him, he’s actually been pretty good about making time for you. even before the move he was excellent with communication. maybe it was self sabotage, maybe it was the fear of commitment. all you knew that loving him while being without him was the worst feeling… and it was all your fault.

interrupting you pity party was a knock at the door. you cautiously pulled yourself from the bed and slowly treaded to the door. to your surprise stood minho dripping wet.

“minho… what are you doing here?” you asked.

he raised a finger, pointing upward, “thunderstorm. i didn’t want you to be alone.” he spoke so matter of fact, like you should have known the reason why he was here, like it was so obvious.

guilt gnawed at your insides and you wanted to melt into the floor. wordlessly, you turned to rummage through the stacked boxes to find as fowl as he let himself in.

“what’s with the boxes?” he inquired.

“i don’t see the need in staying, i guess.” you handed him the towel, avoiding eye contact…you couldn’t bear to look at them again.

minho’s chest tightened as he dried himself off. you couldn’t be leaving. it all seemed so ridiculous to him, the break up and now move. what were you running from? what did he do wrong?

those questions would have to wait since another crack of thunder rattled the apartment, sending you right into his arms. habit.

you looked up at him and sheepishly offered him an apology as you stepped back. he wanted so badly to pull you back in, to keep you close. it was what he was here for after all, but he wanted to respect you.

“um, i think i have some clothes you left.” you said in efforts to diffuse the awkwardness in the room.

taking off down the hall, you knew his clothes were in your room. the open cardboard box in your closet labeled “minho” was full of clothes and things he’d left at your place. you knew that if you called him to come pick it up, he would have been there within the hour to get it. that’s why you didn’t have the heart to tell him.

as you picked out the tour shirt and sweatpants from the box, he made his way back to the bedroom, intimately familiar with the layout of your apartment. you handed it to him and he mumbled a thanks then went to the bathroom to change. your mind raced in his absence, wondering what to say next while you paced the floor and chewed on your thumb in thought.

should you reconcile? should you kick him out? what if he didn’t want to get back together? would he really be here if he didn’t care or want to get back together?

mother nature seemed to want to reunite you two because just as he left the bathroom, yet another roar of thunder drove you into his arms. this time it was minho that instinctively pulled you into him. he wasn’t fighting it this time. his arms wrapped around you tightly and a hand reached to bury your face into his chest. the warm embrace and smell of his lingering cologne was enough to help you through the noise.

an ache started to grow in your chest as you realized how much you missed him, how wrong you really were. but how could you admit it now? it felt like you were too far gone now to change your mind.

you had said those awful 8 words. your life was all packed up in cardboard around you with plans in place to take you back home, though it felt like you were already home in his arms.

finally you lift your head to look into those dreaded eyes, nearly black in the dimly lit room, but you couldn’t miss the unmistakable sadness.

minho cleared his throat awkwardly and gulped. “um… i don’t have to stay if you want me gone.” he offered softly.

“no,” you whispered back, tears forming in your eyes. “please stay.”

once again, minho couldn’t hold his instincts back. before he could even stopped to think he enraptured you in a kiss, not caring about the potential repercussions. as he always did, he felt so soft and safe. your minho.

regret washed over you like a tidal wave as the tears fall down your cheeks and an involuntary whimper left your throat. his heart ached and he deepened the kiss in response, wanting so badly to get physically closer to you but it was impossible without consuming you entirely. you’d let him.

it all become too much for your poor heart and you had to pull away. “sorry.”

“no, don’t—“ minho shook his head. “i don’t… i don’t understand why you broke things off.”

silence fell over the room. you didn’t quite have an answer for him.

“i don’t really care, if i’m honest. i just don’t want to lose you.” you look up at him. “so, if you—i dunno—regret it or maybe feel the same way… please, don’t leave.”

minho wasn’t one to beg. he wasn’t one to fight for anyone or plead for them to stay in his life, but you weren’t just anyone and you certainly weren’t someone worth losing.

“i dunno why i did it.” you told him and hiccuped. “i guess i just thought that i wasn’t attractive enough or smart enough or—“

minho had heard enough to be in utter disbelief, eyes shut and lips parting slightly. he took your face into both of his hands.

“stop, stop talking. please.”

you obeyed, looking up at him wide eyed.

“do you know now how amazing you are by now? have i failed so terribly as boyfriend to not remind you of how incredible you are and how much i need you in my life?” his eyes flit back and forth between yours. intense, almost mad but sure.

“no?” you let out in a tiny voice.

“well, i would like to do that starting right now until the rest of my life… as long as you want me to stay.”

“please”

you inhale him back into another kiss. this one is more passionate and heated than the first, tongues starting to get involved as the two of you fumble backwards onto the bed. a loud bellow of thunder interrupted, reminding you why minho was there in the first place and he pulled you into his chest once more.

“look,” he started once the thunder passed. “let’s just try to get some sleep, ok? you have a busy day of unpacking tomorrow.” minho teased you with a playful smirk making you laugh.

you settled in with your head on his chest, letting his steady heartbeat and strong arms distract you from the storm. the next morning you woke in his hold, ready to start again anew.

[soothinglee]

what's it like dating ethan landry - scream iv.✓

synopsis: what's it like dating ethan landry.

caution: taylor swift hate (sorry if you like her, i guess.), !black reader implied. gender neutral reader, light swearing, headcannon/ dialogue, short(er) reader, not necessarily cannon, no spoilers, mention of toxic family. if there's anything i left out please let me know.

word count: f if i knew.

authors note: this is my first time writing for the scream franchise, let alone writing something like this (I think) so it's going to be something. let me know if i should do more like this for the future. don't forget to like and reblog!<3

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legit the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

will carry your books from classroom to classroom.

it wouldn't even matter if you guys weren't in the same class, he would be 10 minutes late to his and still would accompany you.

though he doesn't really have to worry about tardies because your teacher will see you walk in first and already have a slip ready to go.

he loves helping you do your hair, will literally stop anything he's doing to tangle his crusty fingers in your braids. (if you are not black, you can ignore these next couple of bullets.)

tells you all the time that he wants to watch you take them down. a.k.a, grab your keys and come over to my house.

if your hands start to get tired from hours of taking down, combing out, and cutting your braids, expect that he will notice and expect that he will expect you to ask him to help you.

before you could even get the words "ethan, i need your help :(." out of your mouth, he's sitting behind you with some scissors and a comb with a goofy grin.

wash days with him are terrible. and I mean god awful.

somehow (bless his heart) he gets shampoo in his mouth, water all over the counters, dripping onto the floor, and the back-half of your shirt wet, AND half a bottle of conditioner wasted because he doesn't know how to listen.

safe to say that he's learned his lesson after you come up from the faucet with the angriest face ever.

imagine, glaring eyes, scrunched nose, and the mom butthole lips.

his music taste sucks. slightly. before dating you he was a big swiftie-country lovin' freak.

afterwards- superb. i'm talking pinkpantheress, beyoncé, brent faiyaz, childish gamibno, clairo, don toliver, hell even frank ocean.

the song "heaven sent" by tevomxntana reminds him of you.

tries to do his best helping you pick out your outfits when you guys go somewhere but fails drastically.

but it's excepted because all he wears is polo's and plain long sleeve shirts. and if he's feeling fancy- slap a flannel over it.

it's safe to say that you've helped him develop a style of his own.

"ethan, help." another thrifted shirt flies over your head and onto the bed next to ethan's feet. he looks up from his econ textbook and sets it down, getting up to stand behind you. wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you can see his hunched over figure in the mirror in your peripheral. it makes you giggle lightly.

"hm," he thinks for a second, taking a thorough look of your closet. after a minute his eyes light up quickly before releasing himself from you and to the clothes. it takes him a few second to find stuff in the mess, but eventually pulls out a one-size-smaller pink polo shirt on one arm, and low-waisted khakis underneath.

after shoving them in your hands, you take a look over the outfit, and through digusted eyes shrug your shoulders to say "why this?"

he releases a short but airy huff and widely grins, "we'd be matching!"

"hell no."

since he's taller than you (taller then everyone really) he helps you get things off of the top shelf, and will scream at you if you try to do it without his help.

to be completely fair, the last time you tried to be independent and do it yourself it ended with a week long hospital visit and 12 stitches.

if you bend over, let's say under a table, to get something and there's a sharp edge, his hand will be over it to make sure you don't get hurt.

the type of boyfriend that when you spill something over your shirt in public and get embarrassed, will take his shirt off and give it to you and just walk around shirtless. (you'll have to go into a store and buy him another because people won't stop staring.)

will walk on the side of the sidewalk near traffic.

will boast about how tall he is but will get mad when you retaliate.

he'll help you with your econ work but if you still don't get it he'll end up just doing the whole thing.

you force him to get couple manicures(but he's not one of those that gets the clear polish, will go neon pink with hello kitty stickers if you ask him to.)

says cringey things like, "yellooow?" when answering the phone, "don't let the bed bugs bite," when you guys say your final goodbyes before you sleep, or "you got this one?" when the bill comes back at a restaurant after you both agree that he's paying this time.

a cold shiver runs over your spine every. single. time.

but you're around him so much you catch yourself saying the same things to your friends.

(they've noticed, and it takes a lot out of them to not mention it.)

if you own plants and they start dying, just leave them on his doorstep and he'll return it back healthy and a fresh green. you never know how, he just has a green thumb.

he doesn't talk alot about his home life, all you know is that his dad was very toxic.

knows how to make you feel better after a rough day. it's like he senses it because as soon as you walk through the door there's a large mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows, your favorite dish, and a movie playing on the flat screen in the living room.

he's just overall the best, and everyone deserves an ethan :').

thank you for reading! :)

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 39

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex (but there's plot this time I swear)

Fu-sion Ha!

"As far as Kid's punishments go, this isn't the worst," Heat offered.

You were stripping off your pants in a supply closet. "Oh yeah since cumming on the deck in front of everyone because it feels like you're getting fucked in the ass is fantastic!" You bitched at him sarcastically. 

"Maybe no one noticed." His usual frown twitched up in a smile. 

You paused to stare at him. "Heat. I think they noticed." He managed to pin you, only because Kid was fucking interfering, and by the time he put his forearm across your throat Kid had worked you up so much that you failed to conceal your eyes rolling back and your hands gripping the front of Heat's corset. And the way you cried out was just a little too enthusiastic to be from pain. 

"I had half a boner the whole time if that's any consolation."

You tugged your shirt off. "You must not pay attention because everyone has at least half a boner when they spar with me. Usually after I get their head locked between my thighs." You smirked. 

Heat pushed you up against the wall. "I'm only not paying attention because I'm imagining it's me there instead." 

You rolled your eyes. "Wow, what a charmer." 

He picked your legs up on either side of him, pressing your back into the wall for support. He had his pants down far enough to free his cock, which was now pressed up against your stomach. You looked down, checking to see that his half boner was now a full one, as it should be. Was it a requirement to have a big dick to be an officer? You lifted your self slightly so he could direct his cock to your entrance. He let you move first, so you could sink down on it at your own pace. You sucked a hiss through your teeth. Your cunt was already twitching around him, made sensitive from your untimely orgasm earlier. If he was worked up as much as you, this wouldn't be long. Heat leaned in a way where he could get a better view of where your bodies were joined, watching for a minute before pressing a thumb to your clit. You were impressed that he was holding you up with one arm, even if some of your weight was supported by the wall. You watched his length pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. 

Without warning, the door to the supply closet opened, revealing one of the rookies. "I- sorry I- j-just needed a m-mop." His face was so red it was nearly purple.

"If you don't shut that fucking door, I'm going to cut off your head, shove a handle in it, and mop the deck with your hair," you snarled at him. The door slammed shut before you finished saying the last word.

Heat pressed you harder against the wall, increasing his pace, and biting your neck. "You're sexy when you threaten people," he mumbled against your skin.

"You're ngh-next if you don't m-make me cum."

Heat grunted in acknowledgement. He grabbed your hips and brought your pelvis down hard on his own, until there was a steady stream of curses tumbling from your lips. Heat licked his lips and pressed them against your own. He brought his hand up to your throat and squeezed, remembering how much you liked when Killer did it and how you came when he put his forearm across your neck during your sparring. You groaned into his mouth. Heat didn't think you knew you were doing it, but your nails were leaving angry red stripes down his back. 

"H-Heat." You didn't have to say anything else. Your glassy eyes and head lolling back told him you were almost there. That look alone had him cumming. You felt his cock throb as he unloaded in you. Fuck it was hot to watch him unravel like that. Feeling the wetness leak onto your thighs, your own orgasm washed over you. Heat grunted as your pussy milked him for all his was worth. He stayed buried in you with his head nestled in your neck until his dick started to soften. You were definitely going to have to get new panties with the amount of cum that was dripping down your legs. 

Both of you got dressed, leaving the supply closest in a much more relaxed state than you had been in when you entered. "By the way," you told Heat, "I would have won in normal circumstances." 

He laughed. "Guess we'll need a rematch." He reached to smooth some of your hair that had gotten wild. 

"Heat, have you been in there this whole fucking time?" Wire walked up, looked pissed. "What the fuck were you doing?" He looked between the two of you and answered for himself. 

"Inventory," Heat said quickly.

"Fucking," you said at the same time. You looked at Heat and then at Wire. You cleared your throat, "Multitasking." 

"'Multitask' on your own time." Wire put it in air-quotes. 

Heat punched him in the arm. "You're just jealous."

"If you need me to help you with inventory some time, let me know," you ventured, unsure if you and Wire were on joking terms yet. 

Wire's face turned red and he quickly spun on his foot to retreat to the helm. "Get to work, assholes!" 

Kid found you and Heat later to release you both from his torment. Then, the rest of the day, you spent cleaning every barrel on the ship, gun and cannon alike. When you finally finished with everything, you went to the galley to help Killer. You hadn't really seen him all day and you wanted to. Was it weird that you sought his attention? Not even for anything nefarious, you simply liked being around his calm presence. When you got to the galley, he wasn't there yet. You busied yourself with the usual prep work. This time, you cheated. You don't know why you didn't think of it sooner. All the veggies were cut into perfect cubes thanks to your devil fruit. Killer was never going to buy that you did it by hand. 

In your boredom waiting for him, you decided to play with your powers some more. You grabbed an apple and a banana. First, you turned the apple into a banana and took an experimental bite. Banana. Then you turned the banana into an apple and tried that too. Next, you decided to combine them. You ended up with a banana-shaped fruit with shiny red skin like an apple. It had a texture that was somewhere in between the two and it tasted like a mixture as well. You were contemplating the implications of this new use when Killer finally showed up. 

"Oh! Hi Y/N." Killer sounded like he was surprised by your presence in a good way. His attention was immediately on the veggies you prepped. "Either your knife skills have improved exponentially or you used your fruit." 

"I might have." You showed him the fruit you created. "Behold. A banapple." 

He inspected it, taking a piece and eating it through the holes on his mask. "You made this?" 

For the next hour, Killer was handing you different foods to combine, to see what would happen. He was a little giddy. This new trick had recipes forming in his brain left and right. You indulged him in whatever he asked. He looked so cute when he was excited about food. The same way Kid looked cute when he talked about his inventions. The only indication of the passage of time was the sound of stomping speedily approaching.

"WHY THE FUCK DO I NOT SMELL FOOD COOKING?" Kid wasn't sure what he walked in on. Every flat surface in the galley had some form of edible monstrosity on it. "What the fuck?" His face instantly turned from irritation to bewilderment. 

As Kid stood in the doorway, a reddish-brown muzzle appeared between his knees, snorting angrily, mirroring Kid's own feelings. The nose at the end of the muzzle twitched as it picked up intriguing new smells. The pig behind the muzzle was so allured by these smells that she threatened to topple Kid over her back when she pushed through his legs to get closer. He moved forward with her, afraid of getting a tusk right up the as. Or worse: an impaled ball.

Killer threw one of the hybrids to him. "Eat that." 

Kid looked at it dubiously. "What the fuck is it?" It looked like a strawberry, but it was bluish-purple. He popped it into his mouth. "Some kind of weird berry?"

"Strawblerry." 

"Blawberry."

You and Killer looked at each other. "We're workshopping the name."

Kid was possibly more confused than he was when he first walked in. "Workshop my fuckin dinner and then ya can do whatever science shit yer doin." He was too damn hungry to care about whatever dumb shit you two were doing. He left to go sit in his spot at the table and grumble until food appeared in front of him. 

Killer cooked faster than you had ever seen him do it before. He even had you sit out because you would "slow him down". For a big guy, he was light on his feet and zipped around the galley easily, throwing things together. You enjoyed watching him. His long blond hair bounced with every step he took and you were not immune to the way his ass sat in his jeans. You couldn't see his face, but you could imagine what it looked like as he was deep in focus. He was trying to get done as soon as he could so he could get back to experimenting with your power. You could have guessed that's why he was moving so quickly, though it was made obvious when he couldn't stop thinking out loud about what to try next. 

While he did that, you were thinking about the implications of being able to fuse living things, organic matter. This is what you wanted to test next. You didn't have the heart to try anything on the sweet little mice that ran around the ship, but with the impending clashes, you could take more prisoners. The thought made you smile. You sat on the counter, after clearing it of your creations, swinging your legs. Patiently, you listened to Killer while he cooked. At several points, he came at you with a spoon of something, pulled down your chin, shoved whatever it was into your mouth, and then closed it for you, barely waiting for your opinion of it before returning to the stove. You weren't against him feeding you. Everything he touched was delicious. And it was kind of hot. 

He handed you a plate, "Can you go give this to Kid?" 

You took it from him. "Do I look like a waitress?" Still, you did what Killer asked and unceremoniously dropped Kid's plate on the table in front of him. Before you could walk away, his armed snaked around your waist and pulled you into his lap. "Hey!"

"Shut up! If I want ya on my knee while I eat, yer gonna sit on my knee while I eat." Kid shoved a forkful of food in his mouth. With less of an edge to his voice, he added, "I haven't gotten to talk to ya in a while." 

You would have put up a fight if there were other crew around, but no one had rung the dinner bell yet, so it was only you and Kid. And Mini under the table. "What are you talking about?" Your eyebrows knit together. "We literally fucked the other day." 

"That's not what I meant." Kid looked down at his plate and pretended to pick out a good piece for his next bite. His pale complexion left his light blush nowhere to hide. "Talk. Have a conversation. Since ya fixed the hole I haven't seen much of ya around." 

"I would classify what we do as bantering or arguing before I call it a conversation." 

"Did I do somethin?" 

"I don't understand what you're asking." What was with Kid? This was not a side you had seen before. 

"To make ya fix the wall. Did I really irritate ya enough to push ya to fix it?" 

"You're constantly irritating. If that was the driver, it would have been fixed same day." You added, "I had to fix it because people won't feel comfortable telling me about personal issues, if there's a gaping hole with their captain on the other side." You poked him in the chest. 

He grunted. 

You studied his face, which seemed, not sad, some other thing. Let down? Disappointed? Sulky? "Eustass Kid," a smirk crawled across your face, "are you trying to say that you miss seeing me?"

The expression fled his face and was replaced with a haughty one. "Of course not! As yer captain it's my duty to check up on everyone." He angrily shoveled more food in his maw. 

"Oh? So then should I get Killer to come sit on your lap next? Do you need to check up on him, too?" You were bounced off his lap when he kicked his knee up.

"Go finish helping Killer!" 

You rolled your eyes. People started to trickle in, their growling stomachs telling them it was almost time. You returned to Killer and helped him set out food. The two of you ate in the galley, alternating bites of food with practicing your devil fruit. Killer was so animated as he went on and on about how many different things you could probably do, all kitchen related. This is one of the moments where you would have liked to see his face. You bet his smile was wide and his sapphire eyes were shining with eagerness. After the food was long gone, and the mess hall long cleared, you realized how much time had passed. 

You yawned. "Hey, Kil, I'm kinda tired." You had a long day, the sparring, Heat, cleaning, helping Killer. 

He scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. I didn't realize how late it was." You imagined that there was a blush on his face, but couldn't tell for sure past his mask.

"It's ok. You were so enthusiastic, I didn't want to stop you." Your eyelids were heavy. "But I think I'm spent."

"Thanks for indulging me." 

"Anything for you, Massacre Soldier Killer." You grinned at him, half-sarcastic. You really did enjoy seeing him like this though. 

He stood there silently, like he was debating something. This time you knew he was blushing because it spread down his neck and he was fidgeting with his hands. "Why don't you come to my room?" He promptly added, "You might wake up the girls if you go back to the women's quarters.... You don't want to see Dive on lack of sleep." 

You were going to say something crass but decided against it. "Good idea, Killer." You knew full well that he knew you were more than capable of sneaking in somewhere quietly. Both he and Kid had been acting so strangely, asking you things in roundabout ways instead of being direct, as they had been before. So Killer could interrogate you but couldn't ask if you wanted to spend the night with him? So Kid could be a gaping asshole and try to kill you multiple times but was too shy to ask if you wanted to hang out? What the fuck was going on? At least Heat was being normal.

As was the routine, Killer gave you one of his old shirts to sleep in. You planned on keeping your hands to yourself anyway, though you wouldn't have the chance to fool around with him because you fell asleep almost instantly. When you awoke, Killer's hand was splayed out on your stomach again, thumb slowly rubbing the soft skin underneath, indicating he was already awake. You rolled halfway to see his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You wondered how long he had been awake. Usually he went right to the kitchen when he woke up.

"Mornin," you sounded groggy. You stared at his face, remembering what it looked like when he was half-dead on the beach compared to now. "I know you have your reasons, but I wish you wouldn't cover this up." You rolled completely to face him, putting a hand on his cheek, then brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "If anyone should cover their face, it should be me," you laughed sleepily.

He reached out to touch the scar on your face, retracting his hand when you flinched away.

"I'm sorry." You didn't see hurt in his face, nor pity. "It's a reflex. It reminds me of too many bad memories. Makes me sick to my stomach if it's touched." 

He nodded with understanding. "Do you think...maybe one day you would tell me what happened?" If he was to know more, maybe he would come to understand you even better.

You looked down. "I don't know," you said softly. 

"Hey. Forget I said anything." His voice was reassuring. "Don't think about that right now." 

"I want to." You said after a while. "to tell you I mean." You had never openly talked about it, not even to yourself when you were alone for those years on the island. It might relieve you of some of the anguish to tell someone. You felt safe with Killer, emotionally safe. You don't think you could ever tell Kid. He was too unpredictable when it came to stuff like that. He had his kind moments, but in his anger, you didn't trust him not to use it against you. Killer would never do that. "When I'm ready." You smiled weakly at him. 

"Of course." Killer appeared pensive. "I don't like my smile," he blurted out. His face immediately turned tomato red and cleared his voice. "I wear the mask because I don't like my smile. I don't like my laugh and I don't like my smile." He let out a deep breath. 

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect him to actually tell you what his reasons were. He had told you about the laugh already, but not the smile. "You don't have to like it." You smiled warmly at him. "Because I like it enough for both of us." The fact that he let himself be vulnerable meant a lot to you. He continued to stare at you and you could feel your face burning.

Abruptly, Killer closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you. His lips were gentle and warm and softer than you remembered. His hand rested on your hip and pulled you closer. It slid up your back to your neck, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slide past yours. He flipped you so that he was above you now, pressing his weight into you. You moaned, feeling his erection through his underwear rubbing against your bare slit. Killer sucked at your neck, rutting against you slowly. You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him harder against you. He removed your shirt, then his underwear. His cock brushed against your leg.

"Killer!" There was a frantic knock at his door. "We have a problem." 

He looked at you with a pained expression. If it weren't for the panic to their voice, he would have told them to fuck right off. "Later?"

You sighed and nodded. You had waited this long, what's a few more hours. Your heart was racing in your chest. Why did you have butterflies like you were about to lose your virginity? Maybe because no one had denied you for this long. It felt new and different? You moved slower than he did, but got dressed to see what the issue was. It better be good to twat swat you like this. You groaned.

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