#Red Bridal Pumps

[gilverrwrites]

Best friends to lovers, but it's Dick Grayson.

≈1.3K words, CWs: F!Reader, cunnilingus, dirty talk. Pet-names: Princess, baby girl, pretty girl. Rating: 18+ MINOR DNI

Your best friend Dick Grayson has no boundaries.

He helps himself to your food, swapping and changing dumplings for noodles, carrots for celery, dips his fries in your milkshake, without even asking.  

He leaves his dirty clothes in your washing hamper, ‘borrows’ your lotions, and leaves his streaming services logged in on all your devices. In the winter he puts his cold hands under your shirt, stealing your warmth, and laughs when you flinch. “But you’re so hot!” He whines, hugging you tighter, “Let me hold you a while longer, please.”

In the summer he struts around your apartment, shirtless and sheening with sweat, eating your ice cream, pumping up the AC so he and Haley can chill out post-run. Not that you mind, it’s just that ‘oh, no, he’s my best friend’ is a hard sell when you bring dates home.

At random hours of the early morning, he wakes you up by crawling into bed with you, clings to the over-sized shirt you're sleeping in that is clearly his and makes fun of your tattered old underwear. “They’re comfy!” “They’re… something...” He trails off, all dreamy and quiet, refusing to expand before falling asleep, and is gone by the time you wake up.  

Your best friend Dick Grayson brings you gifts from all over the world. Chocolates from that one mom-and-pop you once mentioned in Keystone, jewellery, and perfume he probably paid way too much for from market vendors in cities like Paris and Istanbul, risqué pieces of underwear from Milan.

On late nights, he rests his head on your tummy, settled between your thighs as you watch your favourite film series for the nth time, smiling to himself as you babble on about your favourite scenes, about facts he already knows because you already told him, but he wants to hear you say it again anyway. When you start falling asleep on the couch, he lifts you, bridal style with ease, and carries you to the bedroom. “Come on then princess, let’s get you to bed.” “I can do it myself.” “You can’t even keep your eyes open, let me.”

He brushes stray pieces of hair out of your face when you’re too engrossed in something to do it yourself, when your hands are too full to reach, or when he wants to get a better look at you, just because he loves looking at your face.

“Um, what are you doing?” He nonchalantly hooks his finger into the waistband of your trousers, disappointed when he gets a not-too-subtle peek at neither your endearing threadbare usuals, nor the lacey Italian ones he’d bought for you.

Your best friend Dick Grayson flirts with you blatant and publicly;

“The red or the blue?” “Neither.” “I have to wear something!” “I’d love to see you wearing nothing.” “Wear the blue, always the blue.” Jason would never let it go otherwise.   “What do you want?” “You.” “I meant to eat.” “Same answer.” “I could never be you.” “What? Why?” “Must be tiring, being that cute.”

He texts you when you’re not together. “Good morning pretty girl” “saw this and thought of you.” “What are you wearing?”

One day you text back a picture, a mirror selfie from behind, your skirt hiked up, showing off the tiny navy-blue thong and he doesn’t text back. You worry that you’ve taken it too far, overstepped a line. 

Until your best friend Dick Grayson is waiting for you when you arrive home, sporting a nasty black eye and a smile the size of titan tower. In actuality, that image was exactly what he’d been hoping for every time he messaged. That image had been ingrained in his mind since you sent it, and it was one thousand times better than he’d imagined. That image was his hook, time to reel you in.

“Sorry I didn’t text back, I was speechless. No really, I got this” he points to the purple bruise forming around his eye “because I was distracted, thinking about you.”

“It’s cool, you didn’t have to say anything.” You lie. “Not like you haven’t seen it all before.” 

“Can I see it again?”

In the middle of your cramped kitchen, your best friend Dick Grayson lifts your skirt above your waist and drops to his knees, brazenly eying your folds. On request, you take the skirt from his hands, holding it up, exposing yourself as you do a little twirl for him, letting him see the full picture. 

When he lands a playful smack on your ass-cheek he grins, thrilled by the playfully petulant look you fire at him over your shoulder. When he runs a finger over your clothed slit, he’s even more delighted by the way your body shivers, by the hint of wetness he can feel seeping through the thin piece of fabric.   

You don’t stop him when he hooks a finger in the crotch, pulling the obstructing lace to the side, or when he runs his fingers through your now exposed lips. Deft fingers tease you, ghosting over your clit with no real fiction, making your pussy clench around nothing. 

“Want something?” The sight of him at your feet, watching you through defiant eyes has you weak.  

“Yes, touch me.” The sight of you, spread and writhing has him near feral, but he wants something more. 

“I’m already touching you, Princess.” He laughs, his warm breath against your slick tingles. If his breath is enough to make you quiver, he can’t wait to find out what his tongue will do to you. “Ask for something else. Nicely.”

You’re not sure exactly what he wants you to say, so you stammer the first words that come to mind; “Please Dick, stop teasing. Just do whatever you want to do, I want it too.” 

It’s enough. 

Your best friend Dick Grayson lifts you by your knees, setting you on the counter and securing your thighs over his shoulders as he descends on your folds. He’s messy and desperate, unable to get enough of your sweetness, darting his tongue in every direction until he finds the select few motions that have your fingers curling in his hair, have you panting his name between loose lips.

When you start to roll your hips, using his mouth for your own pleasure he can’t help but moan, the reverb sending further vibrations through your body that has your toes curling. He’s rock hard, itching to palm his cock, to grind it against the closest surface, but that’s an afterthought. He won’t get off until he’s lapped up your climax at least once. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” His words are slurred, muffled between your legs, unwilling to pull away long enough to get his words out cohesively. “I want you to cum all over my face, okay baby girl?”

If he wasn’t already salivating against you, Dick’s mouth would water at the sight of you. Your body begins to jerk, your back arching, head thrown back as your orgasm hits you, his firm hands tighten around your legs, locking your lower body in place until all your tension is gone, and his face is soaked with your fluids. 

As you come down from your high, he savours the flavour, occasionally licking up stray droplets from your skin. He admires the way you look, head lolled to the side, eyes static under heavy lids, jaw slack, until it’s too much, until he needs to see you high on his doing once more. Without warning he lifts you. The collar of his shirt is damp, his cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess.

“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable for round two.” Your best friend Dick Grayson says as he cradles your body in his arms. 

[papaya-twinks]

one right thing - l.n

Warnings: Smut, 18+, DEGRADATION, hair pulling, name calling, angry!sex, rough

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Lando’s a wittle pissed about the race 🎀✨

When Lando had bad races, his typical response to them was to take it out on something, anything. The multiple holes in the Russian McLaren hospitality were not something you’d bring up if you wanted to stay on Lando’s good side. This was all before you were dating Lando, of course, so you were never witnessed any of it first hand. But now you were dating him, instead of punching holes in things, he’d use the ones he already had.

In you.

Your hand never left your mouth the entire time Lando drove to the pits, the McLaren headphones on your ears, desperately listening. To any sound of a voice from him. Nothing. He said nothing, parking into the bay and standing up, yanking his helmet off, hair tousled, a look of pure anger on his face.

The crash hadn’t been his fault, and he looked pissed, the same as he did in Spain, but magnified to a thousand. He looked capable of destruction. And that was exactly what Lando planned to do, in fact. And you’d be at the receiving end. You watched as he walked into the garage, his eyes scanning the group of engineers, almost too stunned to move as they stared at him.

Lando’s chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, his eyebrows creased, til his gaze landed on you. “Y/N,” he said, his hand wrapping round your wrist. “Lando,” an engineer spoke up meekly, “you need to do your interviews,”. Big mistake. Speaking up was not what they should’ve done. He said nothing, his expression speaking volume as he led you out, not a word spoken between you two as he walked to the small car park.

“We’re going,” was all he said as he sat into the drivers seat, eyes staring in front of him, the fire practically visible behind his eyes.

This was slightly unusual for Lando, actually. Driving home. Usually, he’d take you to the nearest room and just absolutely obliterate you. You waited with baited breath for him to do something, anything, but nothing. He sat and drove, all the way back to the apartment, not a word being spoken. You watched as he parked into the driveway, not giving the usual care he’d give when Lando usually did, and opened the door. 

You took it as a sign to do the same, following him out the car and into the apartment. Again, he defied his usual antics, and instead walked to the kitchen. Unsure what to do, you followed hi. Into the room, watching his hand wrap round a bottle of red wine, pouring the liquid into two glasses. He handed you one, leaning against the counter. 

You sipped on the liquid, your eyes trained on him as he placed the crystal glass down, his hand moving the glass from your lips, replacing the cold crystal with his own lips, his hand cupping your cheek as his tongue slipped into your mouth. A soft mewl left your lips as he pulled your body into his, one hand swooping under your knees, carrying you bridal style. 

His lips never parted from yours as he carried you upstairs. He’d been calm, for a while, and the next thing he didn’t was quite the contrast. A small shriek left your lips as he dropped you roughly onto the bed, his hand tugging his fireproofs off, the suit discarded on the floor, his hand coming to effectively rip off your shirt. 

Lando immediately had you lying on your back, your legs thrown over his shoulders, his tongue lapping at your covered core, his fingers tugging the minimal clothing off, his other hand riding your skirt up. A moan left your lips as he psyched his tongue into your core, lapping at your clit. Your nails dug into his back, one hand on the back of Lando’s head, tugging at his curls as you bucked your hips slightly. 

Lando moved one of his hands onto your stomach to stop you from squirming, his tongue flicking aggressively across your body. “Oh, fuck, Lando,” you gasped, his finger pushing into you, tongue still dancing on your clit. His digits pumped in and out of you for a few seconds, before he pulled out, standing up, his lip coated with your juices. 

Your hips rolled uselessly against nothing at the loss of contact, his hand reaching to the suit, pulling it down to his thighs, his cock springing hard into his hand. “Open,” was all he said, your mouth falling open as he pushed into your mouth, his head hitting the back of your throat. 

You gagged slightly at the contact, his hand on the back of your head steadying you as he held you there for a few seconds, before he pulled fully out. Lando waited a second for you to regain your control, before pushing back into your mouth, rocking his hips against you, your eyes widenenifn before squeezing shut. 

He pulled out of your mouth, your salvia coating his cock as he moved to your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders, your hands laying uselessly as he dug his nails into your thighs, pushing his cock in. Without a second to let you adjust, he skipped his slow rocking he’d usually do, and went straight to hammering into you, your body shaking round him. 

“Oh, fuck, Lando!” you gasped, your body moving up and down with each movement. “I should’ve won,” he said through gritted teeth, his face set as he rocketed in and out of your body, “Y-Yeah,” you gasped, your words slurring and stuttering with the force of his motions. 

“Not gonna cum first here though,” he said, a small smirk flickering to his face. You’d never complain, in fact, there were time where you shamefully wished he would hwve a bad result, so he could take it out on you. And you savoured every second of it. The knot in your stomach started building up, but he showed no signs of slowing down, your eyes rolling as your orgasm washed over. 

As soon as you recovered, you felt another knot build up. You knew Lando could go on for a while, but at this pace? Surely not. Right? But still, nothing indicated him planning to stop as he hammered into you, small groans and grunts leaving his lips. “I didn’t do anything,” he growled, “I was driving fine,”. You knew he was right, and just as eager as you were to take him, you were equally as eager to please him. 

You nodded vehemently at his words, you hands clawing at his biceps as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier, before you felt him erupt inside of you, his cum shooting out in thick ropes inside of you. “Fuck!” you gasped, eyes wide at the feeling of inside of you, your body instinctively clenching round him, a groan vibrating through his chest. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, pulling out of you, your juices covering his cock, your body shaking beneath his as he watched you. “Took me well,” a small smile jumped to his face, his lips pressing softly to your cheek, then your neck as you nodded. “My winner,” you muttered 

[princessoflalaland]

Doting ࿔˚⋅

synopsis: sukuna softens up once he knows he’s a father-to-be. 

࿔˚⋅content: Sukuna x pregnant!reader, fluff, some suggestive themes but hardly any

࿔˚⋅word count: 525

࿔˚⋅a/n: my baby fever has been going haywire as of late. I don’t want kids of my own right now, but I sure would love to have any of the jjk men’s kids. not really proofread

the size difference between you and lord ryomen sukuna is quite comical. you were half, to some a quarter, of his size. A petite thing beside a mountain. how he ever manages to fit inside of you and stay there long enough to impregnate you will never not baffle those around you two.

but sukuna can’t care less about the opinion of the local lackeys. all of his energy is put into doting over his pregnant spouse. once you agreed to marry him he’d become your other half. when he found out you were pregnant, he became inseparable from you. 

if you rise from the bed you two shared, he’ll mumble his disapproval while trying to keep you secured to his side. “where y’goin? come back to bed, woman…” you try to tug yourself out his grip. “need some water, sukuna,’ you rasp through sleepiness.

He climbs out of bed and lays you back down with tender assertiveness. “don’t make me repeat myself. i’ll get you the water, just stay in bed.”

 you can’t walk two steps without sukuna rushing to your side and cupping your swollen stomach in his beefy hands.

“dammit, woman, don’t exert yourself. I don’t want you putting stress on yourself or my heir.” he reprimands with a worried glare in his crimson eyes. you sigh with a slight shake of your head. 

“kuna, all I did was walk across the room.” your tone is patient and almost teasing. it softens his expression.

 “you shouldn’t have to do anything while you’re like this. here...” “i mean, it’s nothing I can’t hand- woah!” in one swift move, he’s carrying your pregnant figure in his arms, bridal style. he looks at you in that hard, loving way of that he does “you said your feet have been hurting lately, right? Well, you needn’t worry about walking any more.”

in the even that you decide to keep still and rest, you both lounge on the bed. he is be eye-level with your belly, his hand caressing it. he is almost awestruck by how someone as small as you withstood his primal lovemaking and allowed him to impregnate you. A wistful smile slowly forms on his visage as he says, “you’re coming along beautifully, my love. i’m eager to meet our heir and see who he’ll take after.” he presses a kiss to the place where your unborn baby resides before looking up at you. 

your hand rakes through his pink locks as you hum a medley. You tune back into reality at the low rumble of your husband’s voice.

“hmm, i think you mean you can’t wait to see who they take after.” your husband meets your eyes, barely masking his bewilderment. 

Them? As in, more than one? I mean, that wouldn’t be impossible, given how uncharacteristically large your belly is and especially since he pumped you full of his—

your laughter disturbs his thoughts. “i’m just kidding, though, I bet you’d like that. Twin babies…” you rub an absentminded hand over your stomach, dissolving into daydreams of your impending motherhood. He’s always adored the glimmer in your eyes when you talk about your child. 

“i don’t care how many children your body is carrying. Whether it’s one, two, or three. They are mine, ours.” He holds your gaze and the look riddled in his blood-red irises makes your heart swell with affection. “And that’s all I care about.”

[yurinaa-world]

Hello! What about a Dan Heng, Blade, & Jing yuan (separate) with a reader like Elysia (Herrscher of Human: Ego Version) TY!!

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade x Gender-neutral Reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that's like Elysia ver (Herrscher of Human: Ego)

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, spelling mistakes, mentions of blood (Blade), reader injured (blade), Happy ending for all

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

HE CAN’T HANDLE YOU AT ALL.

You’re so supportive of everything he does. Taking care of him when he’s stressed and tired out of his mind. He feels so ungrateful when he’s with you because he doesn’t know how he can ever repay the unconditional love you give him without expecting anything back. 

When you first saw him after he came back from the Loufu he was very different, he especially looked different. He was terrified about the thought of you leaving him after he lied and kept things a secret from you because he was a coward.

Yet you still recognized him and understood him without any judgment or care you were still in love with him and none of this would change anything 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You don’t have to do this for me”

You just hummed as a response which pretty much means “It’s fine.” While he layed in your lap.

He looked so cute! Even though you told him to relax instead he’s all flustered. Not able to handle all of this. He has his hand over his mouth, maybe to stop his breathing so he doesn’t accidentally breathe too loudly or just to cover his red face. Doesn’t matter either way because you find it so cute.

Taking his hand away from his face. “Let me see your face Dan heng.” That just turned him completely bright red. “See you’re so cute when you’re not hiding from me.” 

“You compliment a lot…” he murmurs while looking up at you with that blank face and bright red cheeks, yet you just smile back at him.

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒

You always love spending time with him (he does too <3). Going out together—even with the fact he’s wanted by the universe—having fun like normal couples do! Even if you're not normal in the slightest it won’t stop you from having a lot of fun!

Or instead, you could stay home—you don’t care unless you’re with him!—playing games, baking, or anything! He’ll do it for you.

He’ll even do the cringy things like holding your hand in public, leaning down for you to kiss him on the cheek, or pulling down his mask to kiss him—even if you're in an alleyway.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You feel the blood drip down from the side of your head. The hot red liquid makes the adrenaline in your brain pump. 

Yet it didn’t change anything you were feeling. You were still smiling at Blade while he held your bridal style, legs in his arms, with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re so idiotic.”

“I know.”  You say through a smile, looking back at him. He was worried, mad;  angry at you, and you don’t blame him for feeling that way. leaning your head against his chest and closing your eyes.

“I’m tired. Really tired.”

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

You're so affectionate with him, always giving so much like kisses, hugs, compliments, just all sorts of things. He eats it up, he just LOVES it. He loves every second. He always gives the same energy back to you.

Yet he’s so selfish and greedy when it comes to your love. He wants all of it yet he still teases you about being the clingy one in the relationship.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Ah, so many kisses and such sugar-coated compliments leaving your lips. Arms wrapped around his neck.

 “Such a clingy lover of mine.”

He’s so cocky, teasing you all the time yet forgetting that you know he loves every second of your display of love towards him.

You sigh softly, pressing your cheek against his chest as your arms wrap tighter around his neck. “I know you love it though.” you smile at him before placing a kiss on the side of his cheek and playfully grinning.

“How can you resist me, General?”

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[r0se1111]

Let's get more fluuuuff (before I start dropping angst prompts bc I like to suffer so that fluff feels even sweeter)

Okay, so, imagine: Ford and his s/o are on another research-date kinda thing, having fun and all, BUT all of a sudden they stumble upon some weird shi that seriously injured one of them!

Who is hurt? Who takes care of the other? How do they do it? It is up to you (*´꒳`)人

(bonus points for two versions and Ford carrying his s/o home bridal style👀)

Your head feels a little funny as it lolls against a hard surface. Furrowing your brow, you lift one shaky finger and press. You're met with a rapid pulse and an emanating warmth. This press of a finger turns into your whole palm attempting to soak up the heat. Almost without consent of your own mind your body curls into the source. Suddenly, you are being jostled and moved away from your personal little heartbeat. A hiccupped whine escapes your throat in protest, but this attempt of communication only causes a sharp pain in your abdomen. Looking down, you see another hand already lifting your sweater to find the source of this discomfort. Huh. Six fingers. That reminds you of...

The hands are now feeling along the clammy skin of your cheeks, the flesh there being pulled uncomfortably as they jostle. This time a disgruntled groan is your preferred method of communication. Something intelligible must have gotten across, you decide, because the warmth is back, and when you look up and see a pair of bespeckled eyes squinting worriedly at you. You gasp as stars fill your stomach because you recognize those eyes.

"-feeling okay? Dear, can you hear me?" Ford asks. His words seem to come out a slower than his lips move, and this is very interesting and amusing to you, so you reach forward with curious hands to touch those lips in investigation. This was decidedly not a good idea, as Ford's creased brow only deepens. He gently brings your hand down and moves his attention back to your stomach. Feeling jealous of all the attention your aching abdomen is getting, you turn your gaze down to glare at it.

Your gasp brings Ford's attention back to your face, but you don't even have the chance to bask in the warmth of his gaze as you stare at the wound on your stomach. It's so dark the blood looks more purple than red, and little spider-veins spread from the source up your veins. You can feel your own heartbeat pushing your blood throughout your circulatory system. Steadying your tongue, you carefully croak out "...Ford?"

"Hello darling. It seems that you've been stung by that manticore we were tracking and are feeling the effects of the poison entering your blood stream. But don't fear! I have just the thing." His optimistic words seemed strange coming out of such a sick looking face. He was pale, his dark hair was mussed, and a twitching frown had taken up residence on his oh so interesting lips. He's scared, you realized.

Another very flattering "grrrgh..." escaped you when you felt a sharp prick. Ford drew back from you holding an empty syringe.

"The antidote should only take a moment to take effect. After that we can worry about cleaning you up." He smiled weakly. You reached forward to hold his hand in your own attempt at comfort, the best you could do while the antidote pumped through your body. Ford's smile was softer and more familiar this time, and you saw some color return to his face.

He was right, of course, and after a bit all that was left of your encounter was a much more normal looking wound. Your head was clearer and your tongue less numb and blown up feeling. Ford was wetting a cloth to clean the injury when you spoke up. "Are you ok?"

His head jerked up and he looked at you with a sort of baffled amusement. "Well- well yes I'm ok. I'm not the one who was stung by a manticore. Are you ok?"

"I've had worse."

A choked out chuckle, a beat of silence, then he mumbles, "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. This is my fault, I keep dragging you along with me on these things and god it was supposed to be a date, way to show a girl a good time Ford, and now you're hurt and I'm so-"

His ramble was cut short as you reached to pause his hands in their dutiful care of your wound and intertwine his fingers with yours. "Hey."

He looked a little like you'd just sent volts of electricity though him as he responded. "Hello."

"I'm safe now. You made sure I was safe. It's not your fault, and it's ok." Your thumbs traced constellations over his knuckles. "And as far as the date part goes, I'd say this is pretty romantic, right?"

Ford's face went a little blank and then a little confused. "Me injecting you with a powerful anti-venom and then administering medical care to your open wound is romantic?"

A wave of warm fondness nearly sweeps you out to sea. "Well, I mean the whole bandaging up your partner thing is very... intimate. Or at least, I think so."

"Oh!" Ford exclaims, a little too loud for the quiet setting you are in, but you appreciate his enthusiasm nonetheless. "Yes, I suppose it is..." He trails off into a flush and suddenly his hands and eyes are busy with a roll of bandages. You see the little proud twitch of his lips and the pink color to his cheeks and know you've hit your mark.

So, when he finishes bandaging your wound you hit him with a cheeky little "Kiss it better?"

Ford is blushing in earnest now, but he gently leans down to press a little chaste kiss onto your hip, right at the border of where the bandages end, and you swear he's the one sending electricity through you this time as he leans back up to place his palms on your cheeks.

"Are you sure you're ok? That wasn't too much?"

Feeling a bit dizzy with adoration for this man, you lean in to meet his lips with your own. Now you understand why poisoned you had such a fascination with them as they move sweetly against your own. One last little desperate surge forward, then you two part to breathe and look at each other.

You lick your lips and the butterflies in your stomach turn into a swarm as you taste him. "I'm ok, it wasn't too much." You reply firmly.

Ford sighs and relaxes into your hands on his chest. You feel him inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. He nods then leans in and presses his forehead to yours. "You are completely wonderful and a little crazy, you know that?"

"That's why you love me."

An answering huff of laughter blows into your face. He peers up at you, innocent as a puppy. "Stay with me tonight?"

"Always."

[beenbaanbuun]

mean yet soft w/ wooyoung

words - don’t ask, i don’t know

genre - fluffy smut

warnings - mean!dom wooyoung, also soft!dom wooyoung, face fucking, spanking, degradation, nicknames, aftercare, hes literally jekyll and hyde

not proofread but i’ll get round to it soon :)

so wooyoung is a little shit, but he isn’t evil

like he’ll tease you until the end of the earth, but the moment you get hurt by his words he’s clung to you like a koala telling you sweet nothings

and if that’s not enough, he’ll go one step beyond sane just to apologise to you

one second you’re pouting and the next he’s buying you flowers and cooking for you as an apology

not that he doesn’t do both of those things anyway

it’s just that when he’s trying to beg for forgiveness, he always goes a little overboard

you won’t be able to move without bumping into a bouquet of flowers, and you’ll actually have to beg for him to stop cooking for you because you’re way too full to eat most of it…

but something in my sick and twisted little brain i like to think that this applies to the bedroom too…

like imagine you’ve just pissed him off a little too much

bratted too close to the sun, if you will

the glare he gives you honestly makes you want to kneel down and beg but he won’t let you

not yet, anyway

because whilst you’ll definitely be knelt down in a second, letting him pound his pretty cock into your slack jaw, he has to make sure it doesn’t hurt you first

“kneel on the pillow for me, princess… that’s it, baby! we don’t want your pretty skin getting bruised, do we?”

and sure enough, there’s a plush pink pillow waiting for you

it’s almost heartwarming, until the second your knees hit the fabric and suddenly there’s a dick in your mouth pumping in and out like there’s no tomorrow

and then when he spanks you, you can guarantee he goes fucking hard

i’m talking trouble sitting down hard

red hand prints for days hard

tears streaming down your cheeks as he makes you count for him hard

and it hurts like fucking HELL and he knows that

but that doesn’t stopping from delivering soft kisses to the sweltering hot skin in between each spank

soothing strokes along your ass to make sure you know he’s not really mad

oh, and don’t get me started on the words he tells you…

he will call you every single name under the sun

bitch, whore, slut, dumb, so on and so forth

“fucking slut,” he spits, punctuating it with an extra hard thrust, “panting for me like a bitch in heat.”

and you are, you can’tdeny that

face pressing into the pillow, tongue sitting pretty on your bottom lip as you gulp in as much air as possible in between thrusts

his beautiful cruel words swim around your dizzy head, but before they even have chance to sink in, he’s letting you know just how much he loves you

“you’re a whore, aren’t you,” he grins as he nuzzles your cheek, “but that just makes me love you all the more. my whore, baby… all mine.”

and then the aftercare?

if you lift a finger, he’s going to place a curse on your entire bloodline because how dare you do his job?

he is supposed to be taking care of you, not you…

“hey, idiot,” he stomps over to the bed where he left you whilst he got water, “i thought i told you to sit still and let me do the work! why are you taking the sheets off?”

“felt dirty, youngie…”

he just rolls his eyes

“let me carry you to the bathroom, okay? i’ll sort the sheets…”

and youd better let him carry you to the toilet and sit you down (because you should be peeing after sex… no uti’s in this household)

if you don’t let him, he’s going to do it anyway

only rather than lifting you up gently, bridal style, you’ll be hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

and you can complain as much as you want, but you can’t out-do the doer

you complain about him taking care of you, let him bring out a 40 slide power point about everything you do that annoys him that he’s been saving for this exact moment in time

like seriously, just let him do his job

it makes him feel better about being a dick

[xreaderanonaccount]

Let him see (Dottore x F!Reader)

Synopsis: Dottore wanted some revenge on the 9th fatui harbinger. And what better way than fucking you on his office table when he's not there.

Not Beta Read

Pairings: Dottore x F!Reader, Pantalone x reader (minor role)

RATING EXPLICIT MINORS DNI

Tags: Office sex, p in v, AFAB Reader, biting, overstim. degradtion, semi-public, almost caught

A/N: This could be a part two to Punishment, but can be standalone.

Divider credits: cafekitsune

“D-dottore, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.” Your cries fell on deaf ears, the cold wooden table bites your skin as the sinful sound of slapping from behind you fills the empty office. Your moans fall out of your lips with no restraint. Dottore ruthlessly pounds into your sopping hole. Biting roughly down on your shoulders drawing blood out of your shoulders. His hands bruising your hips. Sprawled across the wooden desk you spot multiple different types of banking statements and letters written from all across Teyvat. The name of the receiver repeating over and over again, Pantalone. Now you remember where you were, Dottore is fucking living guts out of you in Pantalone’s office. The thought made you clench around Dottore who groaned in response.

“You are such a whore aren’t you my pet?”  Dottore muttered into your ear, his hand snaking around your neck holding your head up. Making you stare at the closed office door.

“You want him to come in and see, don't you?” He huffed, “Don’t deny my pet, your walls are practically choking my dick right now.” You tried your best to muffle your moans, but to no avail. Dottore always saw you hiding yourself as a challenge. His pace fastened to almost animalistic speeds. The force so strong Pantalone’s desk scraped against the cold marble floors.

“Please!” You yelled holding onto anything, anything to find balance. Crumbling up some of Pantalone’s paperwork. You can’t help it, Dottore would not let up. The knot in your stomach coiled more and more till you couldn’t hold it anymore. The snap felt so blissful as Dottore fucked you through your high. Catching his own high himself, you felt his semen filling you up and trickling down your legs. You couldn’t help yourself but to turn yourself the best you can to capture Dottore scarred lips. Dottore smirked as he hungrily accepted your kiss, keeping himself buried in you. Beats of moments went by before Dottore pulled out, leaving you panting on Pantalone’s desk. Dottore couldn’t help but smile as he ran his finger up your thigh, scooping up his dripping cum back into your filled pussy. You gasped at the feeling shuddering as you felt his fingers pumping in and out of your overstimulated cunt. 

“Come now pet we must leave before he returns.” Dottore sneered at the mere mention of Pantalone’s name. You tried to follow him but your knees gave out as you knees fall onto the cold marble floor. Dottore looked back and only gave a sadistic smile. 

“Oh don’t you look adorable that way.” And he left. 

That asshole…ish, Omega strolled right in smiling at you as Dottore left the office. 

“Thanks, Omega.” You huffed as he wrapped you with Dottore’s harbinger cloak, carrying you bridal style.

“Hmph, only following orders.” 

“Lord Regrator, Lord Dottore was here earlier and left a letter.” One of his many attendants told him, handing him a letter with Dottore’s seal stamped on. Pantalone dismissed the attendant, stopping right before his door. He stared at the letter, he noticed on the corner a red lip stain on the bottom. He thought nothing of it till he walked inside his office. The crumbled Dottore’s letter, as he felt his jaw tick. His office is in complete disarray. Papers crumbled, desks shoved away, and his favorite ink knocked down. Pantalone took a deep breath as he summoned some attendants to fix his office. He stepped aside, letting the attendants do the work. Readjusting his glasses he opened the crumbled letter. But the paper was blank. Confused, he turned the paper around, spotting only one sentence in the middle of the paper. “I hope you do enjoy the gift I left behind.” With the smell of your favorite perfume lingering on the letter. Pantalone crumpled the paper and threw it to the nearest attendants. How dare the doctor disrespect him in his own office. Especially with you agreeing with this.

[megangovier]

The Night Walker

a/n: for you @toxicanonymity thank you for all that you do🥺🫶🏻

Wc: 934

Pairing: Dark! Michael x sub! fem reader

Summary: You're walking through the alleyway at night, turning a corner a sharp pain shoots up your neck and knocks you out.

Warning: 18+ only // drugging // handcuffs // Fdom - Fsub // choking // tied up // dub-con // Msub - Mdom // P in V // multiple cream pies // cheating // glove kink // fingering // kidnapped // masked man // pussy eating // spit kink // degradation // slapping // BJ // praising // riding // doggystyle // daddy! Kink //MDNI

All fictitious ♥️

It's currently 11:30pm and you're strolling through the streets, tears rolling down your face and anger boiling up in your system. Work has been so stressful; you couldn't get a five-minute break. The boyfriend now ex didn't help with contacting multiple women behind your back, you were together for 6 months and that's how he treated you, wishing you just disappeared into thin air and just be left alone for a lifetime. You were 3 blocks from your house heading inside an alleyway, turning a corner that's when a sharp pain shot up your neck, feeling drowsy you fell into someone's strong arms. Lifting you up bridal style, heavy footsteps in the distance a sound of a vehicle door opens, and darkness grows over.

1 hour later..

Head full of stinging hornets, pain behind the eye's groans left your lips. Trying to move you couldn't, hands were cuffed to the bars of the bed, feet were tied with silk, eyes widening with fear. Looking around there wasn't much, just a few things here and there nothing worth using to release yourself from the handcuffs. Wriggling around on the bed, trying to shake free from the cuffs nothing worked, heavy footsteps pounded on the creaking floorboards of the staircase pretending to fall asleep he opened up the door and closed it. Walking towards you, a grin appeared on his face. He knew you were pretending to be asleep, so he slowly ran his fingers up your heated thighs.

A soft moan escaped your lips, red faced and eyes opening you looked at your kidnaper, he was wearing a white mask, white shirt and black latex gloves that your eyes fell onto. They looked so good on him, the way the veins showed on his forearms and the tattoo on his wrist it was just so attractive to stare at, and he knew you were getting off on this. Just by how wet your pussy was getting and the way your body reacts to his touches, your body shouldn't be acting this way around a man you don't know or never met. You were becoming a whiny mess under his fingers, pumping faster into your wet cunt noises echoed into the walls, a growl left his throat.

Releasing your hands and feet from restraints, Michael pulled your thighs closer to him, his forming bulge grinding against the pillow he slid between himself and the bed. Pulling his mask up, he spitted onto your already wet cunt making it clench around air "fuck, look at you slut, already wet for me, how disgusting and pathetic of you" a whine left your lips. You've never felt like this before, not even with your now ex-boyfriend, he's never made you feel this good, the way Michael is sucking and nibbling your clit or the way he's curling his gloved fingers inside you reaching that sensitive spot of yours. Toes curling and eyes rolling you were in ecstasy; you were so close.

"Michael. I'm going to - " mouth opened, saliva dripping out the corner of your mouth, eyes closed and legs shaking, your body convulsed into an out of body orgasm. Panting and sweat dripping from your face Michael didn't give you time to recover he slid his hand around your throat and slammed his cock into your mouth "oh god, you're so tight, good fucking girl, take it all till your jaw locks" a gurgle moan left your throat causing Michael to groan "who's my good little cum slut, oh those birthing hips of yours, I need to fill you up with my hot seed" you needed him inside you NOW! your jaw was starting to hurt, and you wanted him to breed the fuck outta you.

Removing his cock out your throat, he lied on the bed and you hovering over him "It's so big, will it fit?" a growl left his throat "I'll make it fit, if I have too" taking his cock in your hand, you tease him a bit with sliding it over your warm pussy "don't tease me! fuck me alrea-" eyes rolling back, grabbing your hips roughly skin slapping and balls deep a groan left your lips. "See you can take it all, I knew you could slut, now put your hands on my chest and fuck me harder, like your life depended on it". Doing what he told you, his fingers digging into your sides "good girl". A hand slid around his throat, fingers slightly squeezing the sides of it "just like that" his hand wrapped around your wrist, his eyes darkened on yours.

"Oh god, please choke me harder" doing as he says Michael's cock was throbbing inside you "going to cum huh, come inside me daddy" aura changed inside him, flipping you over on your hands and knees pounding you from behind "say that again, I dare you!" a smirk fell onto your lips "cum inside me daddy" growls and chest heaving he pushed you down into the mattress, your head in the pillow "oh yes, just like that daddy, fuck me like your personal fleshlight, like I'm your filthy Porn star". Michael was so close; you wanted your stomach to swell with his babies "I'm so close slut, now I want you to cum with me. In 5. "that's it, you're doing so well" 4. "you're so pretty, you can do this 3. "Such a pretty girl, so drunk on my cock" 2. "Atta girl" 1. "Cum for me Now princess" legs shaking, eyes rolling at the back of your head you came all over his cock. "Good girl"

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Escaping Lucien

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Y/N was just starting to stir when she felt it- pressure on her neck, two tiny pinches, then…nothing. Her breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced at her host. Lucien started to drink, and Y/N barely felt it at all. As the seconds ticked by however, she began to feel warm and dizzy.

“S-stop, stop!” she protested weakly.

She tried raising her arm to strike him, but Lucien took it with his free hand and gently set it back down.

Dark spots encroached on her vision, and her struggles started to die down. Only when she felt her body going limp did Lucien detach his mouth from her neck. Y/N stared up at him through glazed, half-lidded eyes that slowly fluttered shut once more.

…

Lucien wiped the excess blood from his chin, licking it from his fingers. He looked down at Y/N. Unlike his servants or those in the village, her blood was intoxicating. Such a fine source of nourishment should not be squandered. She would need to stay here indefinitely. Yes, it would be much safer here.

“Well done, Y/N. Well done.”

…

It was only when a sliver of early morning light filtered through the deep crimson curtains that Y/N woke up once again. She bolted upright in bed. Her clothes had been replaced with silk sleepwear, and there was a soreness on one side of her neck. The memories of last night were hazy, but the alarm bells ringing in her head were loud and clear. She needed to leave, and fast.

Y/N sprang out of bed. She shoved on the closest pair of shoes she could find and threw the door open. She grabbed a brass candelabra, wielding it like a club, and sprinted from the room. She didn’t bother to wonder what had happened to her day clothes or her luggage. Adrenaline pumped through her every vein, making her face a soft red. The manor was enormous, and with so many twists and turns, it was more like a labyrinth.

She just had her hand on the front doorknob when a gentle breeze wisped through. That wouldn’t be frightening if it weren’t for the fact that all the windows were closed with the heavy curtains drawn shut.

Y/N whipped around, brandishing her candelabra. Lucien stood there, a great pair of bat wings sprouting from his back and his eyes glowing in the early morning light. Y/N stood frozen a moment, before tearing the nearest curtain from its rod, letting the entryway flood with sunlight.

Lucien blinked, seemingly unaffected by the bane of his kind. Y/N’s eyes widened; she clutched her weapon tighter.

“You’re causing quite a stir so late,” Lucien remarked, “or rather, so early.”

“Y-you,” Y/N stammered, “you should be dead!”

“Oh, I’ll probably have quite a few burns after this,” Lucien said, squinting against the light, “but I’m afraid Mr. Stoker has misinformed you. A bit of sunlight is not going to turn me into a puff of dust. Though I am a bit hurt that your first instinct was to kill me.”

“You kidnapped me!”

“Strange, I seem to recall you coming to my domain quite willingly.”

“You did something to my head!”

“Hypnosis.”

“And you bit me!”

“Only to get the blood.”

Lucien looked so calm in the midst of this, even a little amused. It enraged and further frightened Y/N.

She fumbled for the doorknob behind her back.

“Ah, now I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Lucien said, stepping forward.

Y/N found the knob, turned it, and went to push the great oaken door open. It… barely budged. She put all her weight on it, but before she could open it all the way, Lucien yanked her back by the arm, pinning her back against his chest.

“Let me go!” Y/N said, thrashing in his hold.

She did about as much good as a worm on a fisherman’s hook.

“Behave,” Lucien hissed in her ear, “or I will resort to ‘doing something with your head’.”

Lucien picked Y/N up in a bridal carry and started to take her back to the room she had woken up in. He deposited her on the bed.

“If you want to live, then you are not to leave this manor. In fact, it might do well if you didn’t leave this room until I come for you.”

Lucien turned, slamming the door shut. It locked with a gentle but audible click. Y/N sat there for a moment, staring at the door, before jumping up and trying to open it. She banged on the door.

“Let me out!” she shouted.

…

Y/N shouts echoed throughout the halls. Lucien rubbed his temples and turned to his servant.

“Make sure she doesn’t starve,” he said, “and bring up the ointment, I’m going to need it.”

Lucien glided away, the beginnings of angry burns forming on his face and wings.

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Getting off to the thought of you ── ★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! [NSFW Solo!Scout x GN!Reader]

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his pov, masturbation, object humping, excessive cum, overstimulation, anal fingering, sub scout/dom reader, reader isn't in the room, long oneshot, sort of dumbification?

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For the first time in a while, RED lost and Scout had no idea who's fault it was, but honestly? He couldn't care less. He was way too tired out of his mind to remember how many times his team had to respawn thanks to BLU, and was more annoyed over not getting to use his bat throughout that entire mission.

He plopped onto his bean bag.

Might as well clean his bat anyway, just to kill time before dinner, despite it being perfectly fine.

After a few minutes or so, he started getting extremely bored. As he typically does.

Scout sighed, feeling content with the job he's done so far, and got up from his seat.

"A-ah!"

He paused.

His eyes widen from that sudden chill.

He looked down to see his bat wedged in between his legs.

He pushed the bat down.

Then up.

Then down.

Then up.

The cold metal sent shivers down his abdomen.

He did it again,

And again,

And again.

Until he was now shoving the bat in and out, sliding it rapidly against his clothed cock.

His face quickly relaxed and his eyelids gradually lowered to a halfway point, knowing that with every hump he shoved into his baseball bat, his lips would automatically wet themselves with drool.

God, he became horny fast.

Like, really fast.

He plonked back on his bean bag and was already spreading his legs far and wide in the air, pumping the bat in an influx of upward and downward motions.

He thrusted into every part of it: from the spherical top that kneaded his balls, to the clyindrical middle that aroused his penis with lubricious rubs, to the bumpy bands at the bottom that gave his foreskin that extra friction.

The pleasure was indescribable.

Scout stuck the head of his dick into the concave dent of the bat, and his whine was instantaneous.

That was definitely his favorite spot.

The way his whole cock just glides onto it, up-and-down, side-to-side. Man, if he were forced to go through respawn over stealing medkits just to experience this high for the rest of time? He absolutely would.

It felt so good to a point where he laid his body further into the bean bag, imprinting his silhouette.

So, he stayed there.

Simply humping it.

Meanwhile, his entire body began to shake and with how fast he was going, it made the bat feel like a proper vibrator, prompting his skin to just sweat more and more, making his clothes cling to him like vines on a brick wall — and the wet fabric made it feel all the better.

The variations of sharp edges and soft curves made his dumb brain go haywire.

It reminded him of you,

So, so much.

Detailed memories of your supple curves came surging into his brain. He loved your raw and rough skin, and how they contrast your fluffy rolls.

Oh how he wished he was going into you, desperately fucking your insides like the rabbit he was. He wants to be all hot, sweaty, and messy whilst you remained in your perfectly dreamy state, softness written all over you, which was enough silent praise for him to absolutely lose it.

God, you're so beautiful to him

You turned him on like crazy.

Though, the bat does pale in comparison to you. Obviously an inanimate object could never do the things you did, but it met his needs for now.

He pushed his slit into the edges of the dent, imagining it were your nail ruthlessly teasing him.

He thought long and hard about this sex position he was desperate to try, but feared it would be too embarrassing.

He imagined himself being craddled in your arms. You carried him bridal style as you sat comfortably on the bed, the pillows cushioning your adorable ass.

He scrunched his eyes, picturing you toying with him. Playing with the precum that slicked his dick by pumping his phallic penis at an agonizing pace, but momentarily award him with the fast motions of your hand once you reached his tip. Echoes of genitals squelching mixed in with the faint noises of his whimpers and your loving laugh. He wished he could record that, play it on repeat as a constant reminder of who he belongs to.

He wanted to lap his tongue onto your nipple, senselessly suck on it. He wanted your ridges and bumps to be soaked in his spit, to rid him of any air when he suctions his lips on your chest. The idea of you abrupty sucking in your breath because of his saliva made Scout ooze clear, colorless, viscous fluid.

Imagining your bewitching eyes looking down on him as you instructed him to stare back into yours, saying that he must beg for the right to be kissed if he wanted a mere peck of your precious lips.

And he wanted all of that to happen with his wrists and ankles bounded by strings of rope.

He was so desperate to be tortured and teased by you, wishing he were immobile so he'd be forced to enjoy and endure everything you gave him — whether it'd make him pray for more or whine for less was all up to you.

Scout clung to all the erotic things you did to make him excessively cum everywhere on his pretty body. And because of that, he willingly gave you full control of his autonomy.

He loved it when you gave him orders, told him what to do 'cause there's no one else he'd oblige to. Like, what position he should be in or when he was allowed to cum.

However, outside of you two, he hated it when others felt entitled enough to do the same — with tasks unrelated to sex, of course — because it was downright annoying. He hated how small it made him feel.

Scout being the youngest and the one who's bossed around the most because he's the youngest didn't help his case, and he knows how everyone around him takes advantage of that.

But when you were bossing him around? Oh, it was all he ever wanted you to do.

He didn't know how you managed to get him to do as you pleased, partially because his brain was feeling too good to care, but it honestly fascinated him. To turn his horrifically 'macho' ego into one of pure devotion was something only you had the power to do.

Probably because you were never harsh with him, never belittled him if he did something slightly off or embarrassingly wrong. You showed him kindness like no other and he's not gonna lie, your patience is insanely attractive to him (on top of everything else that he finds attractive about you).

Whenever you asked him to do the simplest things from grabbing your towel to extreme ones where you made him put his ass up in the air with his face down in a pillow, it was always in this gentle tone that made him feel so incredibly loved.

Scout broke out of his thoughts and stopped humping the bat.

It wasn't as satisfying anymore.

He needed skin.

He wanted yours on him but you weren't here.

So, his would just have to suffice.

Scout threw the bat to the side, making it clang onto the floor, and quickly unbuckled his belt to let his masculinity free.

He watched it for a moment, his precum spewing and spurting out on its own, trickling its transparent, watery substance down his penis.

The fact you weren't even physically here but the thought of you alone managed to make Scout's dick overflow with pre-ejaculatory fluid was insane to him.

Now, with his pants on the other side of the room and his buck teeth digging into his shirt, he revealed his chest to the open air. One hand squeezing and pulling his nub, the other jerking his dick at a god knows what speed.

His hand was a blur, and everything was going way too fast, but all he knows is that he's dripping wet, moaning as loud as he possibly can — not giving a single shit if anyone heard him — and on the brink of cumming all over himself.

He can feel it.

The hot liquid making its way through to the outside world.

His hat flew off of him, unveiling the brown hairs that stuck to his sweaty temple. His face, the same shade of red as his shirt. His dog tags jingled with the rise and fall of every huff he took, and he moved the finger that toyed his nipple to instead play with his slit, imagining it was yours.

Fuck, is this what you felt?

The perfect warmth of his glans, the silky precum blanketing his entire tip and the intense joy of seeing more of it squirt out with every press and pull. No wonder you loved handjobs.

Scout was nearing the inevitable, and swore to overwhelm himself over and over again once he came.

And overwhelm he did.

Because the moment he envisioned the ghost of your lips wrapped around his dick, a flood of cum came pouring out and a guttural groan broke out from the depths of his lungs.

But he didn't stop.

No, he kept at that same swift pace and went so fast, he literally rolled off the bean bag and onto the cold floor.

Just cumming everywhere.

It was a never-ending stream of semen, and the only thing that muffled the sounds of it splashing onto the wooden tiles were his wanton whines.

Now he was 100% sure that everyone at the base could hear him, and was 1000% sure that they'd all give him shit about it tonight.

They wouldn't understand, 'course they can't. Only Scout was lucky enough to be yours, and the others could never find someone half as perfect as you are, it was near impossible.

Actually, scratch that — it was impossible.

Scout compared you to those one-of-a-kind, limited edition Tom Jones figurines that people would have to actively kill for to even be deserving of it.

But he knew that all he had to do was be your good, obedient boy.

And as your boy, he knew he didn't have to care about how the others felt.

How could he when he's on the floor, masturbating like he's an animal in heat, too dumb to think of anyone but you. Not even realising that he's been moaning your name this entire time, begging for you to touch him, pull his hair, and let him cum as if you were there all along.

So much so, he began to prod at his own hole. Scout smarmed his middle finger with his cum and tried to get an inch of his finger inside him, barely managing to push any of it in but he reached for his g-spot anyway.

He fingered himself simultaneously with the pumps of his penis. Every jerking motion fuzzed his brain, and his walls would tense and contract, blocking out any movement but he still curled his finger deeper into himself. Strangely enough, he found himself enjoying the coarseness of his bandages when they lightly grazed his ass.

Then he found the spot,

And he pressed down on his prostate hard.

All Scout could see was his final blow of cum explode out of him, it sprayed all over his stomach and specks that flew into the air landed on his face, eventually descending into the back of his throat.

His middle finger left his insides with a 'pop' and he carefully let go of his still-erect dick, and both sensations left him whimpering.

Scout blinked and a satisfied tear rolled down his cheek, one that was coated in a mix of sweat, drool, and cum.

His eyes drifted to the clock and realised that he had been going at it for over an hour now.

How no one walked in the middle of all of that was beyond him. He honestly expected someone to barge in and tell him to shut the fuck up already (had it been you who said that, he definitely would've cum more than he already has).

His stomach growled, as if it knew what time it was.

Scout sighed, ruffled his hair with his hand, which was still drenched in sperm, and sat up.

Oh, fuck.

Everything from his legs to the bat to the surface he sat on had traces of him smeared all over them.

He tried to get up but his feet gave way, all his attempts had him wobbling on the floor as if he were suddenly made of jelly.

Speaking of which, jelly does sound real good right about now.

He miserably reached out for the tissues on his bedside drawer, acting as if his legs were completely severed.

Then suddenly, a noise.

Many noises.

Noises that sounded like footsteps.

Fuck.

Several footsteps.

All of which were coming towards him.

ShitShitShit!

And as if God came to punish him, his door knob turned.

"Ah, crap..."

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And that's how Mad Milk came to be! JK (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖ hahahaha

But wow, I wrote all of that solely because I saw this really cute drawing of Scout humping his bat and I couldn't not write something based off of it (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Also thank you to the first person who reblogged my last smutshot! I realised that some of my ideas work better with a gender neutral reader, especially since they focus more on Scout's physical pleasure instead of the reader's, so I'll try and do that more often if the reader being afab makes no difference to the story!

I'm so into the idea that Scout's libido is crazy high and has so much pent-up cum stored inside of him, so to make him overstimulate himself like that was sooo adorable for me (๑>◡<๑)~♡ I just love guys like that, hopefully I get to have one irl ( ˶•̀ _•́ ˶)!

[Update: I found the drawing again! Thought I'd share it with you guys <3]

(I'm trying to think of ideas where the reader is recieving but because I'm such a giver, it's hard for me to come up with anything ;_; AHH I can't help but think of ways to ruin Scout (×_×;) Sorry, you guys </3)

[blackdollette]

kinktober day 9.

10.17 - MUTUAL MASTURBATION | CLYDE!

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previous: 10.15 - EDGING!

harleyquinn!reader x joker!clyde

word count: 1.1k

contents: mutual masturbation, public, mentions of weed and alcohol

you and clyde strolled into the house where the halloween party was being held, dressed in your costumes that were sure to leave every head turned in your direction. you were dressed as harley quinn and he was your perfect joker, it was truly an impressive idea. clyde had an arm wrapped around your shoulders while a blunt was laden in his other hand.

all heads swivelled your way as bright lights flashed throughout the house, all eyes following you and him as he led you into the kitchen, tossing you a drink. he cracked his own open, tossing his head back as he took a long swig. you kept your eyes locked on him the entire time, feeling strangely aroused at seeing him in something other than his everyday attire.

the party raged in the other room, the sound of glass breaking and people cheering telling you that going back there probably wouldn’t be the safest decision. clyde read your expression carefully, knowing what you were thinking. a grin tugged at his lips. “wanna head upstairs? i’d hate for my girl to lose a finger in there.” he gestured to a glass bottle that was just thrown at the wall, wrapping an arm around your waist as he led you away from the chaos.

once out of everyone’s sight, he picked you up bridal-style and carried you into a vacant bedroom. his warm fingertips pressed into your thigh, sending a wave of blood rushing to that spot. he kicked the door shut behind him, locking it. this simple action foreshadowed the activities that would follow. 

he sat you down on the edge of a bare mattress on the ground, sitting down beside you. he put the blunt in your parted lips, taking a moment to check you out. he couldn’t fight back the blush that quickly spread across his face. “you look great tonight…” you smiled, exhaling a ribbon of smoke. you sat with your legs around his waist, hands resting on his shoulders as your fingers tangled in his hair.

you mindlessly rocked your hips against him, taking in every last detail of him. you had done his makeup before you left the house, admiring how the smudged mess of it made him look even better. his hands snaked to your waist, fiddling with the band of  your fishnet stockings. he looked down to where your bodies were connected, short gasps coming from his parted lips.

as the world around you began to blur, your lips found his, kissing him roughly. his hands travelled down your body, stopping at your hips. you felt a bulge growing in clyde’s pants even faster than usual. the moment had become so heated so quickly, just as both of you expected. you pulled away from the kiss, both of you panting as you crawled off of him to kick off your shorts, leaving you in your red and blue bra, black thong and fishnets stockings.

his mouth gaped open as he frantically unbuttoned his pants, freeing his hard, red cock. there was a short distance between you two, but clyde simply couldn’t wait. truth be told, he had been fighting this erection ever since he saw you walk out of your closet with your costume on. precum bubbled from the tip, making the perfect lubricant as he smeared it over his length and pumped himself quickly. 

seeing clyde so eager like this brought a wave of heat to your throbbing clit. you spread your legs apart a little more than they already were, bringing your fingers down to gently rub yourself through the thong as your eyes stayed on him. his eyes travelled down your perfect figure, leaving him with absolutely no self-control. he viciously fucked his fist as he struggled to get his words out. “j-just want to watch you tonight, baby…”

you got the message, prying your thumbs underneath the thin fabric around your waist, pulling it down and kicking it to him. he took the thong, seeing how it glistened with drops of your cum before wrapping it around his cock as fapping himself faster. you bare cunt was in perfect view for him now, all red and swollen and desperate for touch.

you tore the fishnets away from your crotch, wasting no time to slip two fingers inside of yourself. you whimpered as you pumped them in and out of you, your wetness making sounds that echoed throughout the room. clyde drooled as he watched the lewd sight in front of him, seeing the mess that you were making of yourself.

his cock twitched in his grasp, but he held himself back. he watched as you stretched out your tiny little hole, cum already dripping out of you. you moaned out his name, feeling your back arch as you pulled out your fingers and rubbed fast circles on your clit. Your legs shook from the stimulation, leaving you unable to think straight.

the sight was so unreal to him. he had caught you masturbating countless times, but being able to do it with you at a time like this just made it so much more tantalizing for him. his balls slapped against his fist as precum dripped from it. he ran his thumb along his tip, causing his loud groans to dominate yours as he fought back a premature orgasm.

your heart raced as your tight cunt reacted tremendously to your touch. you shoved your fingers back inside, using your thumb to keep a quick pace on your sore clit. with a few more movements, you threw your head back as you suppressed your noises. before you could do anything, a waterfall squirted out of you, saturating your hands and the entire mattress. 

this pushed clyde over the edge, sending thick, hot cum shooting out of him. the ropes got everywhere, some even managing to get on his face as his body shook uncontrollably. he had never cum so much before, not stopping until he had milked himself completely dry. his heart pounded out of his chest as he looked a the mess you two had made, cum dripping from the tip of his nose.

you crawled over to him, sitting on his lap as you cleaned it off with the side of your hand. he hadn’t fully recollected himself yet, but he managed to pull you into one last breathless kiss, still reeling over what you had just put him through.

author's note: can't believe we're already past half way :(( but im rlly excited for this second half. nasty stuff coming out soon!

[terri479]

Arataki Itto x Reader

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’

The Arataki gang was running away from the Grand Narukami Shrine... The main reason was that Itto did something there and you guys didn't want to go behind the bars again. As you run down the stone stairs, you get lower and lower, but the guards are on your heels. After a few sharp turns, you manage to shake off the guards. Laughing, you and the Arataki gang ran on until you came to a log leading across the river. Itto, as the leader of his team, let the boys pass first. When it was your turn, you accidentally stepped on a slippery surface and you fell down in the water. Everyone who crossed the log turned around in horror. After the big splash in the water, Itto recovered and began to take off his jacket, which he threw at Akira. In a second, Itto was jumping down for you.

The Arataki gang ran down to the river while Itto swam quickly towards you. It was a few days after the New Year, so it was still very cold. When even the adrenaline wasn't enough to pump blood through your body, Itto finally reached you. He swam to shore with you and took you in his arms. Your body hadn't felt this cold since it was in Dragonspine. You were shaking and grinding your teeth. It felt like your eyelids were frozen and you couldn't open your eyes.

„Boss! Are you two alright?"

„How are they?"

„They look so cold-"

You heared voices of your friends filled with worry. You weren't unconscious, but everything was mixing together. Your body sensed a heat source on one side despite your wet and cold clothes. Thanks to Itto's hot blood, he felt no cold on him. He was pleasantly warm as always. But one thing has changed about him. The tone of his voice. He sounded so... serious. That didn't happen often. „Make a fire, boys." Itto said and they all took their positions to start the fire. Akira only managed to return Itto's jacket before leaving. Your confused mind could not perceive more.

It was already dark when you woke up. The cold has finally left you, you were nice and warm. It could have been because of the fire that was warming your right side. But what about the other one? You were leaning against a warm heat source, among other things it was soft and comfortable. And pretty big. And it was breathing. 'huh' your inner voice spoke. Your still slightly wet head lifted up and looked directly into those red eyes of the leader of the gang. Itto held you in his arms bridal style while sitting on the ground. You lost yourself in his warm gaze, ignoring the fact that he was shirtless and his jacket was covering your already warm (however underneath naked) body.

„Well won't you look at that- Our pretty princess woke up from her nap~." He spoke softly so you wouldn't freak out. It was almost a whisper. Your memory soon came back, you remembered what happened and the voices that were worried about you. On the other hand, you thought it was nice of them, you could see how they cared for you. You slowly looked around until you saw them on the other side of the fire sleeping side by side. It brought a smile to your lips, then you turned back towards your savior who was smiling back at you. „You wouldn't mind if I kept sleeping, right?" You asked him. „Just keep sleeping, your clothes are still drying anyway. Aaaand besides... I really like how I can hold you close to me." He put his head on top of yours and started to snuggle up to you. Even though you were in danger of freezing to death moments ago, this was the best moment in Inazuma in the entire time you've known Itto.

Thank you for reading, darling♡

[greazyfloz]

luke hughes best friend and he catches her moaning his name

Smut: 19. "Are you thinking about me?" w/ Luke Hughes

Not Apart of The Dare

Tonight was a normal Hughes lake house evening, except Dylan, and Tyler were here, and Mackie, and some of Jack's friends such as Trevor, Cole, and Alex. So wait I take that back it was a typical party night at the Hughes lake house.

Luke and I both were not on the same level of drunkness as the rest of the crowd as we sit at the bonfire. The boys started playing truth or dare and I immediately pull myself from the game because these boys are ruthless.

I sit and watch as the completed their dares and tell each other juicy secrets that made we roll my eyes. Suddenly I hear my name called.

"Y/n, Truth or Dare?" I hear Trevor yell over at me

"None, I'm not playing" I say and the backyard was full of 'aw come on' s from the boys

"No no, you can't persuade me" I say

"Fine, Luke"

"Dare" he says shaking his head

"I dare you to throw Y/n in the pool"

"No absolutely not" I say standing up and Luke stands up on his feet. "Luke no" I say starting to run from him but he quickly catches up carrying me bridal style to the pool. He laughs the whole way. I grab on tight around his neck so when he drops me from his hands I'd hang from him.

"Let go" Luke says laughing

"N-" I start but suddenly we are both under the water. As we were under I felt Luke's hand grab my boob by accident as he resurfaced. He never realized but I did.

I excused myself from the group and headed up to Luke's room to get changed into something more dry. I shut the door behind me and take my top off cupping my boobs and squeezing them thinking back to Luke's accidental moment.

I get completely naked before laying back on Luke's bed so I can rub my clit. I think of my best friend's fingers as I close my eyes. Sliding two fingers in I can't help but moan out: "L-Luke". I pump my fingers in and out, "T-that's it Luke" I moan

Suddenly the door opens and I quickly pull my hands away from my pussy and grab the blanket beside me covering myself up. Luke walks into the room and looks at me a little red in the face. "Are you thinking about me?" he asks me and I just bite my lip and nod.

I am so horny for Luke and him catching me moan his name actually makes me hornier. I take the blanket away to expose my naked body to him and he sits and watches.

"Do you want to touch me Luke?" I ask and he continues to sit and stare in awe, "Please touch me" I say grabbing my tits.

Luke without saying anything come in and brings his lips onto mine. We make out on his bed before he pulls away to pull off his shorts. His hard cock flies out and I bite my lip standing up so I can place my arms on his shoulders, "Looks like you do want to touch me" I say

Luke's hand finds my pussy and he slides in two fingers, "This feel good?" he says smirking knowing his long fingers work way better than mine.

"Mhmm, fuck" I moan

"Yeah? You want my dick?" Luke says finally making himself comfortable with the situation, "You're pussy feels so good around my fingers" he says as he curls them making me moan out

"L-luke" I moan out as I reach down to stroke his cock

"Oh fuck, you want to suck my dick?" he says pressing hard against my lips as he begins curling his fingers even harder inside of me making me moan against his lips

"F-fuck me Luke" I say letting go of his cock as he slides his fingers out of me throwing me down on the bed. He reaches over and grabs a condom then slides it on before pulling me to the edge of the bed and lining himself up with my entrance.

My legs drap over his shoudler as he enters me rough and hard. I can't help but moan out a little before slapping my hand over my mouth to muffle the moans.

"You like this dick?" Luke says as he continues thrusting hard inside of me, "Huh? you glad you're finally getting fucked by me?"

"Y-yes L-luke" I moan

"I'm so fucking close" he says as his thrust stay the same tempo as he pounds inside of me. I decide to clench my walls around him, then watch as he head falls back. "Oh fuck!" he says pounding hard into me once more, "Fuckkkk" he says releasing himself into the condom.

He quickly removes himself from inside of me and throws the condom out. He grabs some dry clothes and put them on as I do the same. "Did you cum?" he asks as we are both getting dressed

"If I say no, will I later?" I ask him

"Yeah, you're cumming tonight for sure" he says as I finish up getting dressed, "Now come on, they all thought you were mad" he says and I follow him out.

The rest of the night I sat crossed legged because the thought of Luke making me cum later made me wetter and wetter.

[00angelyoon]

-⟡ sort of like romeo and juliet ?

(a teaser)

sorry I didn’t kiss you, i wanted to though ?

⟡ synopsis: “you love me?” you questioned “i’d be insane not to.” he replies confidently “why?” you mumble “don’t you want a perfect quiet housewife.” he chuckles softly “I don’t, i want you.”

⟡ featuring: chwe hansol x journalist afab reader

⟡ warnings: fingering, begging, praise kink i think, kind of public sex, soft dom vernon, sub reader, (angst, sexism and misogyny not in this teaser) kissing, swearing, petnames (pretty, pretty girl, good girl, sweetie and sweetheart), this fic takes place in the 70’s, big dick energy from hansol and intentional lowercase.

⟡ tags: coworkers to lovers, seventies, smut, fluff, angst, non idol au (18+).

⟡ notes: i really love this theme, saw this pic of hansol and i just clicked, i really didn’t want to say bridal style. 🫶🫶🫶

mdni!

“hansol we can’t do this here.” you pull out of the sloppy kiss, you were sharing with hansol a line of saliva connected both your lips. everyone left the office a while ago but you and hansol had to finish an article together, you were from the journaling department, hansol was from the marketing department, he was supposed to help you get people to read your article but that man was so much of an endearing airhead you guys ended up drinking wine and making out after he confessed his crush on you, your not complaining though.

he was carrying you bridal style in his lean arms. he brought you to his office “there’s no security cameras in this room.” you joined your lips with him again. he smelled like coffee brewing in the morning, he tasted like the cheap red wine you both were drinking, he was so fucking enchanting.

he placed you on the desk. “you’re sure.” you questioned “you’re sure, that no one will see us.” he chuckled softly “i’m sure.” he pulled up your skirt to your hips, he pecked your lips one more time gently. he pulled off your soaked panties revealing your glistening folds, “oh pretty.” hansol whispered into your gummy walls, the praise sent blood to your head, “hansol please.” he hummed in response. he brought two of his fingers to your mouth, “open your mouth.” he commands, you open your mouth for him, he circles his fingers around your mouth “good girl.”, he took his fingers out of your mouth and moved in between your thighs.

hansol then kisses your upper thigh, “so pretty even down here.” he compliments. “hansol please.” you mumbled underneath your breath “please what?” hansol moved up to your face, “please what pretty girl.” he pushed one of his fingers up your entrance, you screamed out in pleasure “hansol.” you stutter, you don’t know if it was the pleasure you were experiencing or was it the two glasses of wine you drank, you weren’t sure.

“again.” he added his other finger “please what sweetie.” he pumped his fingers in you, you let out a soft moan “hansol, please fuck me.” you grabbed his shoulder “please.” you whispered in his ears. he laughed softly “i was planning on doing that sweetheart.”

-⟡ sort of like romeo and juliet ?

(a teaser)

[astrobei]

byler 22 for the touch prompts??

22 for touch prompts: falling asleep on the other's shoulder (+ bonus mini soundtrack that i listened to on repeat while writing this)

“Remind me again,” Mike says, as Will climbs into the passenger side of the car, “why we have to go to this thing today?”

Will gives him a look. Or his best attempt at a look anyway. He’s ninety percent sure they fall too flat to ever be effective, or Mike would have stopped saying stupid shit years ago. “This thing?” He struggles with the seatbelt for a moment before it finally clicks into place. “You mean your sister’s wedding? To my brother?”

Mike pulls a face. “If you want to get into the semantics,” he mumbles, adjusting the rearview mirror, and Will laughs.

“You’re ridiculous. It’s their wedding, Mike.”

“Rude to get married on a Saturday night,” Mike says, as if every wedding in the history of the world ever hasn’t taken place on a Saturday night. “Maybe some of us had things to do.”

“Yeah? What did you have going on?” Will asks, smoothing down the lapel of his suit. This jacket is a lint magnet like nothing he’s ever seen before, and he plucks a little piece of it away. “Hot date?”

Mike wiggles his eyebrows, and Will realizes immediately that this was the wrong thing to say. “Yeah,” Mike chirps, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You.”

Despite himself, Will feels his cheeks turn red. It’s stupid, because he quite literally handed Mike the opportunity to say this on a silver platter, and it’s more dumb than any sort of flirtatious, except the unfortunate truth of dating Mike Wheeler is that he doesn’t even have to try and actually flirt to get Will blushing like a teenage girl. “I had that coming,” he admits, and Mike grins even harder than before. “And we didn’t have a date tonight.”

“We did! We were going to–”

“We can order pizza and watch TV when we get back, Mike,” Will chides, and, when Mike’s lower lip turns downward in something reminiscent of a pout, “this is Nancy’s wedding.”

“I was never Nancy’s favorite sibling,” Mike says noncommittally, releasing the parking brake, “she won’t even notice if I’m not there,” which one, is not true because Mike makes up about a third of Nancy’s bridal party so she will most definitely notice if he goes AWOL. And second, this is also not true because Will knows that Holly is currently in the throes of teenage angst, and Mike is still working on the angst but he’s moved on from the teenager part, at least, which is definitely earning him some points in Nancy’s book. So at worst, he’s tied with Holly. At least for the next couple of years.

And Will knows he’s not being serious anyway. For all of the fuss he’s kicking up, he knows Mike is happy for them. Will checks the backseat to make sure he put the presents in the car earlier that afternoon, and says, laughing, “Cold feet? It’s not even your wedding, Mike.”

“I know,” Mike moans, falling forward until his forehead hits the top of the steering wheel. “And it’s exciting! I’m happy for them! And your brother too, and I know your mom and Hop are so pumped, and– it’s just that I’m not so pumped about spending the evening with my family.”

Will suddenly feels very, very stupid. Jesus, he hadn’t even thought about that– about Mike’s parents being there, and his nana, the one that his mom had totally guilted Nancy into inviting because she might not live long enough to see Mike and Holly get married, Nancy, just let her have this. Which was kind of a depressing enough thought on its own, Will thinks, even without the entire conversation that had followed, the one he’d overheard Mike have on the phone in the living room, loud and frustrated before he’d slammed the phone down on the receiver hard enough for Will to hear it from their bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out, then rests a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to them, okay, Mike? Just– hang out with us instead. I know Dustin’s been dying to break out his new dance moves.”

Mike cracks a tentative smile, then turns his face slightly so that one side of it is illuminated by the glow of the street lamps outside. “I’m scared he’s going to get driven away in a stretcher,” Mike admits, and Will grins. 

“Yeah, probably. It’ll be a good distraction, at least. I’ll tell him to take one for the team.”

Mike nods once, but he doesn’t look convinced. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Will hesitates, then drops his hand to Mike’s and slots their fingers together. “Hey,” he says quietly. “Look at me.”

Mike looks up the rest of the way. He looks incredible tonight, which is something Will’s been thinking ever since they’d started getting ready an hour ago, and at least half of the reason it took him so long was because he’d been totally distracted the whole time. Maybe Will is just biased, which is a little true, sure, but Mike should definitely wear suits more– and he’s officially taking it upon himself to make sure that Mike wears suits more– because suddenly he’s tempted to take Mike up on his offer of becoming a runaway best man and going back inside and collapsing on the couch and kissing him stupid into the early hours of the morning.

“What?” Mike is saying, eyebrows twisting a little self-consciously. “You’re looking at me funny.”

“You just look really nice,” Will says simply, and then, because that comes nowhere close to how good Mike looks in a tie, “no, actually, you look– wow.”

Mike’s lips twitch, but he looks a little pleased. “Wow? Really?”

“You’ve rendered me speechless,” Will nods rapidly, and Mike’s shy smile breaks into something more genuine. “You– look at you, I mean– I can’t even– wow.”

“Will,” Mike says, drawing out the single syllable until it feels big enough to fill up the whole car. “Okay, I look nice! You can stop playing it up now.” 

His cheeks are turning red, slowly, visible even in the dim lighting of the street lamps through the windows, because it’s early fall and it’s started to get dark ridiculously early in the day. It feels like a victory, getting Mike flustered, even after a year of dating. Will smiles to himself. 

“I’m not,” Will says, then leans in across the console. “Come here. I’ll prove it.”

“You’ll–” Mike gets out, eyes going wide in surprise, “–has anyone ever told you that you’re–”

Whatever it was that people may or may not have told Will is apparently a mystery that will die with the universe, because Will never finds out. He kisses Mike with one hand still holding his, threads a hand through his hair and cups his jaw. Soft. Slow. Unhurried, even though they should have left ten minutes ago and they’re going to be cutting it real close– Will can’t be bothered to rush.

Mike hums low in the back of his throat, pleased, and shifts closer. He’s pushing himself up over the console, a hand ghosting the side of Will’s neck, when–

Beeeeep.

“What–” Will jerks backwards, startled, and Mike immediately lets go of his hand. “Did you just–”

Mike rubs his elbow and moves further away from the wheel. “I got a little distracted,” he laughs, but the tension has ebbed from his shoulders a little and his eyes are creasing up at the corners, so Will considers this a mission success, thank you. “We should probably go?”

“Good idea,” Will says, then reaches over to smooth out a stray tuft of Mike’s hair that was– he thinks, a little proud of himself– definitely not out of place before. “And hey,” he adds, before Mike can take the car out of park. “Seriously. Ignore your parents. It’s not their wedding, okay, it’s Nancy’s. And Jonathan’s. And they both want us there. Together.”

Mike’s lips press together into a thin, determined line. “You’re right,” he nods, “I know, it’s just–”

“I know,” Will echoes, and Mike shoots him a grateful smile. “Now let’s go, or we really will miss the ceremony.”

—-

They don’t miss the ceremony, which is good, because having both the best man and the– whatever Mike was– would probably not be a good look for anyone involved.

“I can’t believe you cried,” Dustin says, after the toasts are done and the speeches are given and everyone’s been supplied with enough champagne to go a little loose and maybe a little tear-happy.

Mike scowls across the table at him. “I didn’t cry,” he insists, which is kind of pointless because Will had been watching him the whole time he’d been standing up there, shuffling his feet awkwardly in place at his designated spot in between Holly and Robin Buckley, and he’d definitely cried. Just a little, but he had.

“You did,” El chimes in primly, plucking at her shrimp cocktail. “I saw.”

“Thanks, El,” Mike mutters, sinking back in his chair a little and crossing his arms. “It’s– the vows were very emotional, okay, you’d have to be made of total stone to not tear up!”

“I didn’t cry,” Lucas announces, which is a fucking lie, by the way. Will saw him dabbing at his eyes in the bathroom on the way here.

“I think it’s sweet,” he says, instead of throwing Lucas to the dogs like he maybe should have. He flashes Mike a grin, leans over in his chair to bridge the space between them and squeezes his hand, once. “They were very sappy vows, to be fair.”

Mike blinks up at him from where he’s slumped down to somewhere around shoulder height. “You didn’t cry.”

“Oh, I did,” Will assures him. “I just cried in the back with Jonathan while he was getting ready.”

“Really?” Mike perks right up. “You did?”

“Yes,” Will laughs, “and I can’t believe you’re happy about it,” and then Mike grins so wide that Will can’t help but lean in the rest of the way and press a quick kiss to Mike’s cheek.

“You two are disgusting,” Lucas says, and he’s maybe one strike away from Will speaking up about the bathroom incident after all.

“Maybe so,” Mike relents, looking properly cheered up now. “What about it?”

Mike’s grip on Will’s hand never falters. Will feels himself turn warmer with every slow pass of Mike’s thumb over his knuckles, even with their hands tucked under the tablecloth and out of view. And it isn’t from the champagne. He’s had just the one glass with dinner, which is nothing, so it must be something else that’s making him feel like this. Something–

“You okay?” Mike murmurs as his thumb pauses, briefly, on the back of Will’s hand. “You got kind of quiet out of nowhere,” and yeah, there it is.

“I meant it,” Will says, lowering his voice so their friends can’t hear them from across the table. “What I said in the car, I mean. You look beautiful.”

It’s a little amusing just how fast Mike can turn such a violent shade of red. “You can’t just say that,” he splutters. “Give a guy some warning, Jesus, Will–”

“Mm, no,” Will decides smugly, watching the red creep down the collar of Mike’s carefully starched dress shirt. Then, because the soft lighting of the venue and the way Mike’s hair has started to fall free around his face is doing something funny to his chest and stomach, Will nods to the dance floor and says, “You wanna?”

Mike hesitates, looking over his shoulder. “Dance?”

Will shrugs, then looks over to where Jonathan and Nancy are trying– and failing, quite hilariously and miserably– at a dance of their own. “I mean, it’s a wedding, and people dance at weddings. Not that either of us are good at it, but it might be fun to try?”

Mike chews nervously at his lower lip and nudges Will’s foot with his own. “I don’t know,” he admits. “My mom was eyeing me earlier and I was totally avoiding her by hiding out over here but I feel like the dance floor is fair game for a–” he waves his hands around, “pseudo-confrontation. Nancy’s only three years older than you, blah, blah. When are you going to settle down, blah, blah. Even though I’m here with my boyfriend, which apparently doesn’t count for shit, and–” Mike sighs dejectedly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the mood down, it’s just– I was having such a good day, too.”

Will squeezes Mike’s leg, just above the knee. “You were having a good day? Really? Even though your hot date got canceled?”

“Well,” Mike rolls his eyes. “My sister got married, and now my hot date is all dressed up and sweet-talking me, so I think this is even better than pizza on the couch.” He pauses, contemplating. “Actually, scratch that. It’s not. But it’s a close second,” Mike adds, then grins and picks Will’s hand up again. “Dance– later, maybe? I’m really enjoying this for right now.”

“Of course. Anything you want,” Will smiles, as the music in the background softens into something more mellow. He pulls his chair up so that it’s flush with Mike’s, their thighs pressed up together in one line, and passes Mike a flute of champagne from the table. “You might want to drink this, though, because your mom looks like she might be heading over here any second.”

“Thanks,” Mike groans, then knocks the whole thing back in one go.

—-

Will knows that a big fancy flashy wedding isn’t really Jonathan’s style, and he didn’t think it was Nancy’s either. Which is why he was surprised to get an invite to an event at all, because he’d honestly sort of thought they’d make a courthouse affair of it and then have everyone over for dinner or something. They’d been engaged for, like, three years, because it was career stuff and then more career stuff and then a couple months of long distance while Jonathan was doing some photojournalism thing in London, and Will had figured at some point that they’d get so tired of being engaged that they’d show up the next day with papers from City Hall and that would be that.

Apparently, though, in a not-so-surprising turn of events, Nancy Wheeler takes to event planning like a moth to flame, and Jonathan was immediately dragged along for the ride. He didn’t seem too upset about it, though, when Will had asked. “It’s Nancy,” he shrugged, like that explained everything. And maybe it did, because not too long after that, Will started dating Mike and everything immediately clicked.

Which is maybe the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to him. For anyone else, Will would not even entertain the thought of fussing over seating arrangements, and he’s certain he only knows, like, five types of flowers– if pink and red roses count as two different types. It’s Nancy, Jonathan had said, and Will hadn’t gotten it then but he does now.

Mike’s hand twitches on Will’s bicep, fingers clutching once at the fabric of his shirt. Will’s suit jacket lies abandoned on the chair behind them. Mike had leaned over maybe half an hour ago to rest his head on Will’s shoulder, as it got later in the night and guests started slowly trickling out of the room. And then, maybe fifteen or so minutes ago, his breathing had evened out, fingers slackening in their grip against his arm, and Will doesn’t know how the hell Mike can fall asleep in a room that’s filled with so much noise, but he can’t help but find it endearing– wholly, completely, embarrassingly endearing.

And he gets it, he does. It’s Mike, he thinks, chest flooding with warmth in a strange, hollowed-out way, like there’s nothing left inside him except this feeling. It’s Mike. It’s Mike. It’s–

“Hey, hon,” comes a voice behind him, and Will startles, just a little, then immediately relaxes.

“Oh, hey mom,” he whispers, and Mike’s hand twitches lightly against his arm again. Joyce gives him an amused look, glancing down at Mike, then back at Will.

“Did he fall asleep?” she asks, pulling up a chair next to them. “I’ll be quiet, don’t worry.”

Will feels himself smile before he actually realizes he’s doing it. “Yeah,” he snorts softly, “but I have no idea how.”

As if roused by some sixth sense, like he knew they were talking about him, Mike stirs, lifting his head off of Will’s shoulder and blinking blearily. “What–”

“Shh,” Will says, and Joyce bites back a smile. “Go back to sleep.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Mike says, and then yawns loud and conspicuously. “Shit– I’ve just been so tired this week, sorry, Will–”

“Don’t be,” he says immediately, even though his shoulder and arm are starting to fall asleep, just a little. Will drops a kiss to the top of Mike’s head, and feels him start to smile into his shoulder before stiffening, a little self-consciously, and glancing up at Joyce.

“Um–”

“Oh,” his mom waves a hand, “don’t mind me. You two are so sweet. You remind me of Nancy and Jonathan after they started dating. Jonathan would turn so red, but maybe not as red as you’re turning right now, Will–”

“Mom!”

“Red?” Mike perks up, and then, “Oh you are turning red!”

“Shut up,” Will mumbles, but he’s sure it’s not convincing in the slightest. “Did you come over here just to embarrass me?”

Joyce puts two hands up in the air like hey, don’t look at me. “I was just going to let you know that Hop and I are taking off,” she says, eyes sparkling. “He has the early shift tomorrow, but Mike, now that I’ve caught you– your speech was wonderful. Really. Jim was tearing up and he told me to never let you find out but I figured you’d want to know.”

Mike blinks. He still looks a little out of it, still a little red from sleep or the champagne from earlier, but he smiles, sudden and pleased. “Really?”

“Don’t tell him I told you,” Joyce grins conspiratorially. “But yes. It was very sweet.”

“Thanks Mrs. Byers,” Mike says, the words stretching into another yawn, quieter this time. He groans lightly, then pushes himself off of Will’s shoulder and sits back up.

Will peers over at him. “Are you tired? You want to head back?”

Mike rubs at his eyes with both hands, blinks a few times in rapid succession, then shakes his head like he’s trying to shake the sleep out of his body, like it’s a physical thing. “No,” he smiles, and it’s a little bit tired, but he looks happy. “No, not yet.”

“Okay,” Will whispers, and he’s probably grinning like an idiot, but he can’t help it. That’s the common denominator here, between every interaction he ever has with Mike– that he’s so happy that he just can’t help it. “You still want to get pizza on the way back?”

“God, yes please,” Mike groans in relief. “Um. No offense, but wedding food is just– like what the hell, man, I’m starving. That was nothing.”

“Pizza it is,” Will agreed easily, mentally making a pros and cons list of getting a large and having leftovers or saving money and going for a medium. “Pepperoni?”

“Anything goes,” Mike is saying, and then Joyce clears her throat.

“Well,” she says, snapping her purse shut and smiling. “Hop and I are heading out but– oh, drive safe you two. Eat a slice for me, actually, I’ve been craving pizza all week.”

“Bye, mom,” Will smiles, craning his neck upwards as she plants a kiss on top of his head.

“You too,” she says to Mike, who barely has time to blink in surprise before his mom is dropping a kiss on his forehead. She rests a hand on his shoulder briefly as she smiles and says, “I’d welcome you to the family, Mike, but you’ve been a part of it for years already.”

“I– bye, Mrs. Byers,” Mike says faintly, eyes wide, as Joyce waves goodbye. He turns back to Will. “Part of the family? Really?”

“It’s what you get for dating your best friend,” Will murmurs, glancing out over the rapidly emptying room before tugging on Mike’s arm until he falls into him with a small, startled noise. “You get smothered by my mom.”

“I wouldn’t call it smothering,” Mike laughs, eyes darting down to Will’s mouth. He swallows, and says, softly, “Plus, I like your family. No complaints from me.”

Will hums, soft. “I’m sorry about– you know. How did that go?”

“Nancy said she survived mom and dad with minimal damage,” Mike laughs drily. “And nana too. And I managed to avoid them long enough that they didn’t have a chance to ambush me, so.”

“Good,” Will says, kissing Mike softly on the corner of his mouth, then again, right over the curve of his cupid’s bow. He’s a little warm, a little loose and pliant from sleep, and he moves easily, tucking a finger into the loop of Will’s tie and pulling him in closer. Their knees bump against each other under the tablecloth, chair legs scraping gently across the polished floor as Will leans forward. “I’m glad,” Will says into the kiss, and Mike smiles.

“Me too,” Mike whispers, tucking his hands into Will’s hair and pulling away, just barely. “Because now they’re gone and all of our annoying cursory invite relatives are gone and it’s just you and me– and Nancy, and Jonathan, and El and Lucas and– whatever. I think I owe you a dance.”

There’s something slow and melodic playing as Nancy and Jonathan make the last of their rounds, most of the tables empty and the dance floor cleared out. Will grins, kisses Mike one more time for good measure, then stands up. “Okay,” he agrees, “but I’m leading.”

“I don’t think it makes a difference, because neither of us can–”

“I’m leading,” Will says again, and Mike chuckles, shaking his head.

“Yeah, sure. Lead the way, Will.”

[wendyslegalwife]

could you write a wendy smut w/ body worship? for reader or for wendy because lord knows i worship her body anyways 😵‍💫😍

Ofc anonie!! Here you go^v^ enjoy!

Wendyxfemreader

Smut:Let me worship you❦

Warnings: body worship, strap on, hickeys.

Minors and men dni!

♥︎You were a maid for the princess, she had long beautiful hazelnut hair, plump red lips, perfectly shaped breasts and a beautiful face.

Everytime you and the princess were alone you would lock the doors of her room and let her sit on your lap, till you were both left breathless and yearning for more. Oh you loved her sweet adorable moans the way she was pleading for your touch so much more, she was so addicted to you. The way you touch her ever so lightly it just makes her pussy drip even more.

You quietly enter her room, you see Wendy peacefully brushing her hair sitting in front of her giant luxurious vanity, you quietly walked behind her your heels clicking against the marbled floor. You swiftly put your hands onto her shoulders earning a small whimper from her "Ah! You scared me.." You smiled at her adorable reaction. "Why so busy my princess? Coronation is in a week.. No need to be so tensed"

You trailed a finger slowly going down from her neck down to her back, you stared down at her beautiful plump breasts from the mirror, you leaned down and whispered seductively "do you want to have some my princess? I'm sure you'd love that right?? " you grinned widely seeing Wendy's innocent reaction as if she weren't one of the dirtiest one in bed.

"Hmm.. Y-yes I'd love that besides I don't have anything else to do, " a satisfied smirk painted on your face you effortlessly carry her into your arms in bridal style slowly laying her down the bed. "My dear princess Wendy.. So beautiful.. So helpless beneath me." Wendy blushed by your words, she loved it whenever you took control over her letting her know that she will always be your little slut.

You quickly removed her nightgown slowly going down to her ankles revealing her milky and slim body. You couldn't help but bite your lips everytime you saw her nude, you leaned down whispering to her ears sweet nothings of how much you adore her body, "you see this my princess? This smooth, slim body of yours the way your nipples yearn for my touch, your pretty pink pussy wanting my tongue so badly" Wendy couldn't help but whimper just the sound of your seducting voice made her so wet already.

"P-please I w-want you so bad.. Your hands.. Your tongue I want.." You grinned widely feeling proud of having the one and only princess so vulnerable under you. You then began to slowly kiss her neck, licking and sucking her sweet flesh leaving red marks all over, marking that sweet milky skin of hers till she was wanting more of you. Your hand slowly moves down to her toned stomach making her whimper "ah-ahh.. P-please m-more, " "princess what do you call me? Mommy. Say it princess or you won't be getting any pleasure tonight. " Wendy gulped and slowly spoke as she trembled with pleasure. "P-please mommy I want you to fuck me with your slender fingers and make me cum as much as you want. " you smirked feeling satisfied and proud. "That's more like it princess, I love it when you obey me. "

You then slip your hands into her inner thighs slowly making its way to her pussy, you rub her bulbous clit making her moan. "You love that princess? Whenever I touch this pretty pink pussy of yours, making you so wet for mommy hm? " Wendy moaned even more making you burn even more with desire. "Y-yes fuck! I love it when you touch me mommy..", "does my princess want more hm?".

Without a warning, you entered two fingers into her entrance earning a loud moan from the princess, pumping your fingers inside her going deeper each second. "Angh-ahh fuck! y-yess m-more nghh.. Ahh", "yes keep moaning for mommy make mommy proud." You pumped your fingers rapidly as she cried out in pain and pleasure, you leaned down to kiss her fighting her tongue as you kissed her with pure hunger and desire.

After a long messy kiss you pull back a long stringy saliva connected to you and Wendy's lips, you pumped and pumped your fingers inside her till she eventually came hard on your fingers a loud guttural moan leaving her plump lips. "Aughhh ahh!.. Anghh nghh fu-fuck shit..", you removed your fingers inside her and slurped her sweet juice, you then went down in between her legs and began to eat her out as you play with her perky breasts. "Mhmm fuck, so sweet so tasty, so fucking ready for mommy."

After cleaning her out with your tongue, you removed your clothing leaving you naked with a strap on worn around your waist. "Come and ride mommy like a good girl" Wendy slowly got up still dizzy from the pleasure you gave her, you helped her by carrying her into your lap slowly letting her pussy enter your huge strap on earning another guttural moan from princess Wendy.

"F-fuck mommy, s-so big ughh.. Anghh.. Ahh y-yes!" Wendy bounced up and down letting your fake cock go deep inside her, tears flowed down from her eyes as she felt both pleasure and pain. "Look in the mirror Wendy, see how beautiful you are" you took her face and forcefully turned her head to face her giant mirror. "You see yourself getting fucked, you see your perky little breasts bouncing up and down, your beautiful plump ass bouncing so hard for me. Your ethereal beauty every inch of you so perfect. So unreal. So gorgeous".

You thrusted even faster inside her till she moaned louder and louder, gladly her room was soundproof. "Aughh y-yess ughh fuckk.." Wendy gripping your shoulders making you hiss in pain, you thrust into her one more time before she came loads of cum all over the strap on.

"Did you enjoy my beautiful Wendy?" She nodded with a smile on her face, "y-yes thank you for making me so happy, I love you so much my darling.."you smiled happily. "I love you even more my princess, now let's clean you up you don't want your little sister seeing you all messed up do you?" Wendy laughed at your silly joke, you always knew how to make her happy even in the smallest ways.

Here you go anonie! I hope you like it^^ TYSM for requesting this 🫶🫶 I enjoyed writing this- wendyslegalwife♥︎

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