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thecomfortgoth · 1 year ago

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Peeping Tom Part 1

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: You're behind the school with your boyfriend Eddie making out, things get a little hot and heavy.. and then you see that someone is watching you..

WC: 6k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, masturbation, slight persuasion, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, posessiveness, voyeurism/exhibitionism (one party doesn't know it's happening, sorry), Steve being a huge secret pervert, Eddie being a little gross and pervy himself towards the end, semi public sex, kinda Dom!Eddie, all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I can update it.

A/N: This was just a little something that came to my mind randomly a while ago, I've had it on my "to write" list for ages and decided to finally check it off, now that I'm actually starting to put some content out there. Enjoy! Please leave feedback, I always like to hear how people have enjoyed my writing.

Requests are OPEN

Smut under the cut

"Hurry up, Eds, come on. We don't have long" you giggled as you held your boyfriend's hand, leading him around to that little spot behind the gym block that you had both claimed as your little makeout spot. It was down a nice little alley, secluded apart from the two openings at either end. One of which was a brick wall that meant you could only go right or left and those little pathways leading off of it were rarely used by anyone, if ever. So it was pretty prime makeout spot material. You were surprised no one else had found it before. Unless you just didn't know about it.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, I'm coming alright" he said from behind you with a big smirk that you could literally hear, grabbing your hips and leaning around to nip at your ear, humming against your warm skin.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, turning to face him, taking his hand again as you turned the corner and walked backwards further into the alley. "Stop being such a pervert babe, just hurry up and kiss me" you said, biting your lip as you slowly backed towards the wall, squeezing at his hand.

He grinned at you and obliged, his palms grabbing you by both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours, making your back hit the wall a little harder than he'd intended, mumbling a small apology to you. You just melted into the kiss though, sighing into his mouth as you rested your hands on his biceps, slowly rubbing them up and down and gently squeezing. You loved Eddie's arms, all that lifting amps and guitars and music equipment from his band's shows and practices really paid off. He didn't look very strong to most people, but he definitely was. You for one knew it by the way he lifted you with ease and threw you around in his bedroom or the back of his van. Or one time The Hideout bathrooms.

"I've been waiting for this all day, I always miss you so much when I have to go to these stupid fucking classes" your boyfriend hummed against your lips, his hands now moving to your waist and gripping at you, pulling your body against his as he crowded you against the wall. All you could do was nod your head and make a soft noise of agreement, not wanting to stop kissing him even for one second.

You lived for moments like this, however small they were. When you had Eddie all to yourself, even if it was just a quick makeout session when you'd both left class early feigning stomach aches because you'd missed each other too much. It didn't matter that you'd just saw each other at lunch, you were inseparable and you both really noticed the others absence when you weren't together. Even if it was something as simple as Eddie going to the store to grab some snacks for your movie night, you'd find yourself launching your body at him as soon as he came back, kissing him like he'd been gone for a lot longer than 10 minutes. And he was just as bad sometimes.

Eddie's hands began to wander, gripping at the soft cotton of your little black tank top, bunching it in his hands as he flicked his tongue across your lips, begging you to open up and let him in. You obliged without even thinking, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, your lips parting to which he took full advantage of, licking into your mouth with a small groan coming from him.

You could tell he was getting a little worked up, with the way your tank top was slowly riding up a little more each second, his greedy hands possessively gripping at it and trying to slyly move it up your skin. Your hands moved to his to sort yourself out a little, trying to pull the top down again. But his hands continued travelling upwards over the material, now cupping your breasts and squeezing. You weren't wearing a bra, so the slightest of friction on your nipples made you gasp a little into his mouth.

"Eds.." you said quietly, breaking the kiss and sounding slightly whiny. "Come on, we said this would be a quick makeout, you can undress me when we get back to yours later" you giggled, feeling his lips latch onto your jaw and suck a little mark into your skin, making you close your eyes and relish in the sensation.

"Baby, I can't help it. God they feel so good.. I gotta see em, please?" He groaned again, his lips now travelling down your jaw in little wet kisses towards your chin and moving to the other side. "Come on, show me your gorgeous tits and then that'll be it, I promise. Just flash me a little bit and I can hold off till later". He sounded desperate, but not in the way where he was whiney or pathetic sounding.

You didn't respond, hoping that if you just ignored it, he'd hopefully not push it any further. One of your hands found his face, gripping his chin gently and guiding him back to your lips, kissing him harder and deeper, your tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths as you let out an involuntary soft moan into his mouth. Fuck. That wasn't going to help matters. And it didn't.

He groaned and pressed his body against yours, slotting his thigh between your legs and pushing you further into the wall as his hands moved down and slipped under your top, his rough palms now fully engulfing your bare tits, his thumbs gently flicking over your peaked nipples. A shudder ran through you as he did so, gripping onto his arms a little harder as he palmed at you and squeezed the soft skin of your breasts.

"Jesus, please show me 'em sweetheart. Just gotta see em for a second, promise" he said, his voice sounding rough and a tad fucked out as he began trailing his kisses down your neck, finding that one sensitive spot you had that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist and sinking his teeth in, latching on and sucking another bruise into your skin. It made you gasp and grab at his shoulders, looking up at the sky as your eyes fluttered closed from how he was sucking on that spot of your neck and working his thumbs over your nipples, hands shoved up the fabric of your tight top and definitely stretching it out. You tried to swallow down the little whimper that escaped you as he sucked particularly hard, he fucking knew just how to make you give in to him.

You knew he wasn't about to let this go. And when Eddie really wanted something, he got it. You tried to think of an excuse, one worthy enough of Eddie Munson and his stubborn ass. But you were shit out of luck. There wasn't one. You closed your eyes for a second, letting out a sigh as he squeezed a little harder at your tits, slightly pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger, your back arching a little against the wall as he did so. "Fine" you said, trying to sound annoyed but how could you when he had you like this? "But I swear, just for a second and no more. I don't need someone coming around the corner and seeing me standing here with my tits out"

He let go of your skin from his mouth with a wet pop, kissing the now dark purple mark on the juncture of your neck which made you whimper slightly again, before he pulled back with a shit eating grin on his face. He palmed at your tits once more, biting his lip and nodding down towards them. "Go on then princess. Show me the goods" he winked at you, taking his hands out from under your top and resting them on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin just above where the waistband of your cute little plaid skirt lay.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying hard not to let the smile on your face crack through. You didn't want him to think you were enjoying this. But you kinda were. Even if you were terrified of someone catching you and seeing you indecent at school, it was sort of exciting. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you moved your hands down towards the hem of your shirt, grabbing at it with your fingertips gently and slowly sliding it up your body, almost as if you were teasing him.

He looked at you completely entranced, his eyes widening as you revealed your tits to him, watching as you lifted the tight fabric up and over and both of your breasts bounced out from underneath, jiggling as they settled where they naturally lay. You held the top up just at your collarbones even though you didn't have to, gulping as you looked side to side, making sure no one was coming. If someone did appear, then you could quickly cover yourself up again.

Eddie's gaze was completely and utterly on your chest. His mouth hung open wide, eyes almost popping out of his skull as he stared at them like he'd never seen them before, like you were showing him for the first time that night in his bedroom when you'd confessed that you had a crush on him. He was a complete sucker for your tits. He swears he'd never see a better pair. Not even in nudey magazines or pornos he'd sometimes smuggle home from Family Video.

"Okay, is that enough? Can I put them away now and we can get back to smooching a little more?" You giggled, about to move the top back down and cover yourself up again. What you didn't see was Eddie moving without thinking, grabbing both your tits with his hands and his mouth latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over it as you looked down and gasped. "Eddie! Come on, we can't do this here" you hissed at him, watching as he looked up at you and then closed his eyes, pinching your other nipple as his teeth grazed at the one his mouth was currently attached to, a muffled groan coming from him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan a little as he moved to the other one quickly, your hands coming away from where your top sat bunched up against your collarbones, one moving into his hair and tugging at it, trying to get him off of you. But it was no use, it just made him suck harder at your nipple, biting at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked faster.

"E-Eddie.. not here..." you complained pathetically, your cheeks now completely red and flushed with embarrassment, the thought of someone coming around the corner and catching you with your boyfriend with his mouth quite literally glued to your chest making your heart thud harder than it normally would when he did this. His free hand had started to wander too, fingers running up the inside of your thigh under your skirt, the cool rings on each of his fingers making you shiver a little as they brushed against your skin.

"Why not? No ones here, no one ever comes here baby, come on.. let's just have a little fun hm?" He said as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, fluttering his damn long lashes at you while his tongue peeked out of his mouth and circled each of your now stiff nipples, paying equal attention to them both as his hand under your skirt moved higher, your leg instinctively lifting up for him as he cupped your pussy gently and rubbed his fingers over the damp lace of your panties, a shaky quiet moan coming from you as he did so, your hand flying to your mouth to cover it. You didn't need anyone who was nearby hearing that kind of noise and suddenly getting intrigued.

"We can be quick, I promise, I just.. fuck, I need you so bad. And I know you need me too, I can feel how wet you are already" he grinned up at you, teeth grazing over your nipple as his fingers moved up and toyed with the elastic at the top of your underwear, sliding his hand down into them, two of his fingers parting your folds and stroking you teasingly, gathering up some of your wetness from your entrance on his middle finger. "Oh, my little slut really is fucking dripping for me"

Your eyes rolled back a little, another moan coming from you muffled by your hand. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, he knew you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, especially when he was talking to you like that. So he moved his mouth back onto one of your peaked nipples and sucked at it again, groaning and finding your clit with his fingers. As soon as he started to rub slow circles over it, you shuddered and fell forward a little. Your hand coming away from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut and then looked down at him. He was making you feel so fucking good, his fingers were well and truly skilled, as was his mouth. You cursed past you for all those nights you spent teaching him exactly how you liked it, all those nights he discovered a new way to make you crumble. And this was one of them. Sucking your tits while rubbing your pussy was always one way Eddie could get whatever he wanted. And he always looked so fucking pretty while doing it, even with a shit eating grin on his face because he knew exactly what it did to you.

"Fine. Okay, fine. But be quick, please Eds, I don't wa-" you were cut off by Eddie suddenly unlatching from your nipple, both of his hands suddenly under your skirt and pulling your panties down your legs. A little dumbfounded by how quickly he was getting them off you, you stepped out of them and watched him stuff them into his back pocket as he stood up again. Grinning at you devilishly, he was suddenly lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you grabbed at his shoulders and let out a surprised squeal, one of his hands holding you up under your ass and squeezing, his other hand down at his belt unbuckling himself and making quick work of undoing his jeans.

Now he had you giving into him and giving him what he wanted, he'd do as he wanted. "I'll be as quick as I want to be. Or maybe I'll take my time. Make you late for class cause you're too busy being stuffed with my cock" he chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he freed his cock from his boxers, shoving them and his jeans down underneath his ass and moving closer to you again, rubbing his cock against your drenched slit as your boyfriend pinned you against the wall with his full body.

You could feel the fat head of him dripping with precum and nudging against your clit, making you whine a little. Eddie was long and thick, definitely the biggest you'd ever had. At first you'd been intimidated by his cock, but that was long gone now. You loved it, you begged for it sometimes too. You bit your lip and looked up at him, watching as he smirked and groaned, his nose slotted beside yours, letting your slick coat his cock as he made you needier for him. "Eddie please.. just.. just..."

Without another word, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push himself inside you, holding you up against the wall with both hands under your ass. Both of your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, one hand on his back and the other in his hair, your mouth hung open as he stretched you out slowly, a choked moan coming from you as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. You'd been with Eddie for months now, but you still needed a second to get used to him when he was fully inside you.

"Jesus FUCK angel, so fucking tight and so wet. And it's all for me ain't it?" He groaned, burying his face into your neck as he all but lost his mind, feeling your warm velvety walls clench down on him at his words. He slowly drew back and thrusted in again, making you bite down hard on your lip so you didn't moan too loudly as the sting of the stretch turned into burning pleasure, nodding slowly to agree with him that you were infact all his.

You were still absolutely fucking terrified of being caught. Of another student who was also ditching class stumbling across you both while trying to find somewhere secret to smoke or something. Or worse.. a teacher who'd been on the lookout for ditching students. The thought of it made you come to your senses a little, looking around cautiously as Eddie started fucking into you slowly but hard, mumbling curses into your neck and squeezing your tits, making you mewl under his touch. Maybe no one would come out here. Maybe you could just enjoy your boyfriend fucking you at school, when you should both be in class.

You were just about to look back at him and stop worrying so much, when suddenly you saw something move out of the corner of your eye and your heart almost fucking stopped. Your head snapped to where you saw the movement and you gasped loudly. You saw a little piece of brown wavy hair and an eye peeking out from the corner.

Someone was watching you.

Someone was watching Eddie fuck you right now. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat, your mouth opening to try and speak, but only being able to let out a strangled noise as Eddie fucked you a little harder and squeezed at your ass, his fingers digging into the globe of it. You were about to slap his shoulder, alert him to something being wrong, when the person watching moved out of the corner a little more and pressed their finger to their lips and shaking their head, telling you to be quiet as their mouth moved in a silent "Shhh". It was then that you saw exactly who it was.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington was watching your boyfriend fuck you right now against a wall behind the gym block. Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, the captain of the basketball team, the beer keg champion. The pervert.

You looked at him in complete confusion, wondering what he was doing. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? You shook your head a little at him, waving your hand at him as if to shoo him off. But it was just as the head of Eddie's cock nudged at your g-spot in the right way and made you cry out in a moan, your head falling back against the wall that he was currently rutting you into. "Oh, there she is, is that good baby? Let it all out, let me hear all your pretty noises" Eddie mumbled, kissing up your jaw with his eyes clamped shut, mouthing at you sloppily as he moaned himself completely unabashedly. He clearly wasn't caring if you got caught. And he clearly wasn't aware of Steve's presence right now.

He'd always thought you were hot, you were insanely pretty and he'd always imagined what your tits looked like, maybe he'd even jerked off to your yearbook picture a couple times too. So when he had been walking around the school to cool off after Billy Hargrove pissed him off one too many times in gym class and he happened to stumble across you flashing your tits to Eddie, he absolutely couldn't pass up this opportunity. He immediately got hard as a rock and.. well he just couldn't help his 'manly urges'. He had to help himself out. And he definitely didn't want to stop watching when things got hotter and heavier.

You looked over at Steve again in a slight panic, seeing him watching you both intently, his eyes completely open wide in awe, licking his lips like he was concentrating hard on something. You quickly registered the fact that he looked like he was a little flushed. And then you saw his gym shorts were pushed down a little, his hand wrapped around his thick pink cock while he gripped at himself tightly, his other hand lifting his shirt up a little to let you see his toned stomach. You didn't think he was as big as Eddie from where you could see, but shit he definitely had a big dick. A little bit of precum dribbled from the slit of it and he immediately swiped it away, using his thumb to rub it into his cock and making eye contact with you, stroking at himself faster and smirking. He was enjoying that he'd been caught watching you both.

You couldn't fucking believe this. Not only was he watching Eddie fuck you, but he was getting off to it too. You were livid. You were absolutely disgusted. You were more soaked than you'd ever been. You're not sure why.. but having Steve watch you two was making your cunt flutter more around Eddie and your juices drip out of you. Eddie always usually had you soaked, but something about being watched like this, about someone seeing you completely indecently, your tits bouncing every single time Eddie thrusted his hips harshly into you.. yeah, it was fucking hot.

"Faster Eddie.. please.. god, please fuck me faster" you gasped, tugging at his hair and nibbling at his ear, keeping eye contact with Steve the whole time, deciding that if he wasn't going to shy away in embarrassment now that he's been caught and he was gonna continue to watch, then you better give him a good show right? Eddie, of course, obliged, cursing under his breath as he grabbed you under your thighs and shifted you up the wall a little, his hips snapping against your thighs hard enough to definitely leave bruises the next day.

Steve's eyes widened more and he raised his eyebrows as you spoke, lifting his hand up to his mouth and spitting into his hand, before going back to jerking himself off, trying to match the speed of which Eddie was fucking you now. He bit his lip to stop him from moaning, his eyes flicking from your face, your tits and Eddie's ass rutting into you. He couldn't help but imagine exactly how Eddie's length looked sliding in and out of your tight cunt, biting down on his lip harder as his head fell back for a second, before reminding himself that it was happening right in front of him and he could look. His head snapped back up, and he looked at you with a dark look in his eyes, his tongue darting over his lips and wetting them, moving out of the corner a little more and letting you get a good look at him and what he was doing.

No one knew this, but Steve liked being a bit of a disgusting pervert. Everyone thought just because he was "The King" and got any girl he wanted falling at his feet that he wouldn't need to be. He kinda liked the thought of spying on people when he thought they were alone. He'd never done it before, not until now. He'd thought about doing it plenty of times at parties, hiding in closets and waiting until some unsuspecting couple came stumbling into the room looking for somewhere private to fuck each others brains out. But he'd always chicken out and never actually acted on it. Not until this perfect opportunity presented itself and literally fell at his feet.

You gasped as you watched him, still a little in disbelief, moaning into Eddie's ear as he continued ramming into you. "Oh god, yeah, that's it baby, just like that, keep doing that, fuck that cock feels so good" you moaned out, keeping eye contact with Steve and licking your own lips slowly as your head fell back against the wall again, one hand coming to grab at your own breast and toying with your nipple, feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm. You weren't sure if you were playing it up on purpose now because Steve was watching, or if Eddie really was just making you feel that good. You felt his hand slide between your bodies, immediately finding your clit and making you cry out his name as he began furiously rubbing at your sensitive bud.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna gush all over this big dick, hm?" Eddie panted into your neck, groaning as he felt you clamp down on him. "That's it, come on princess, let me see you cum all over my dick" he said raspily as he lifted his head and looked down at the way your cunt swallowed his cock whole, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself up as he parted your legs wider and held you there.

You nodded your head, your eyes flicking to him and then over to Steve again who was now tugging at himself furiously, standing on his tiptoes, hoping to get a tiny glimpse of your soaked cunt. He had to quickly cover his mouth as he caught sight of Eddie's fingers moving rapidly over your clit and sucked a breath in, stopping himself from making any noise and ultimately being caught by your boyfriend. He wasn't quite sure how Eddie would react, probably not in a great way since he saw how possessive he was over you, how he'd give death stares to any guy who's eyes lingered on you a little too long. Definitely not in the way you had reacted. He was still surprised at how you didn't even say anything, how you didn't rat him out and seemed to actually enjoy him watching you two. And God was he grateful. You're not sure why you didn't say, and you're even more unsure of why you're enjoying him watching your boyfriend about to make you cum.

"I'm.. I'm gonna cum! Eddie, fuck! I'm cumming!" You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you felt your back arch and that knot in your stomach break, your orgasm washing over you with a loud gasp, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your head lulled forward and you opened your eyes, watching yourself squirt all over your boyfriends dick, his fingers rubbing at your clit making it a little more messy than it should have been, your fingers digging into the back of his neck, your nails leaving little half moon marks as he hissed at the feeling.

You'd never done that before. Eddie continued looking down as he felt the liquid spill from you, his eyes widening as he realised what had just happened. "Holy shit.. holy fucking shit" he said with a gasp, looking up at you and fucking into you faster, grabbing your jaw with his fingers covered in your release and kissing you hard, moaning into your mouth as he made out with you filthily, chasing his own high. His movements started to stutter and you opened your eyes, looking over as you watched Steve tug harshly at his now angry looking cock, his face screwing up as he looked at the puddle of your cum underneath you both and the way he was fucking into you. You moaned back into Eddie's mouth, your eyes half lidded and your mind fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Cum for me baby, want you to cum for me please" you whimpered out against Eddie's lips. A small part of you was talking to Steve too, wanting to see the face he made when he orgasmed out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew you were talking to him too, nodding his head as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed, letting you know he was close, his chest heaving as his eyes glazed over.

"M'cumming sweetheart, don't you worry, m'gonna fill you up baby, oh fuck, shit!" Eddie grunted out, his voice cracking as he did just that, panting against your cheek as he gasped and moaned your name, his eyes squeezing shut tight. His forehead rested against your temple as he slowed down his movements and twitched a little, thrusting into you shakily as his cum spilled into your now oversensitive pussy, the sensation of it making you whine.

You watched as Steve's own face scrunched up and he gasped quietly, his eyelids fluttering a little as he fought to keep them open so he could keep looking. His mouth was hanging open, his hand rubbing at his length as he shot thick ropes of cum out onto the ground, his body jerking forward a little and making him stumble, cursing under his breath silently as his head fell back and he milked every last drop from himself. He looked down and watched as the last few drops of his cum dribbled out, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You're really not fucking sure why you find watching him cum so hot, why it made you whine just as Eddie did when he came inside you. You can't believe how much he came too, blinking slowly as you looked all of it on the ground in front of him.

"God baby.. you.. you fucking squirted" Eddie said in a breathy chuckle, opening his eyes and grabbing your jaw, guiding you back to kiss him, this time was much softer than before. He was being gentle with you now. "You've never done that before, my filthy girl. Was it really that hot, getting fucked behind the school where we could be caught? It was the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me, that's for sure" You giggled into his mouth and shrugged your shoulders. If only he knew.

"Maybe a lil' bit. Maybe you just turned me on that much" you said with a grin as you kissed him back, wincing a little as he slid himself out of you. He slowly lowered you down, rubbing gently at your tits and slowly lifting your top down for you, not before he kissed each of your sensitive nipples, which made you squirm and push at his shoulders gently in protest.

"Goodbye girls, I'll miss you" he said to your boobs with a big fake pout, looking at them and smoothing the fabric of your tank top back down your body as you watched Steve putting his cock away into his gym shorts. He was nodding his head with a grin on his face, almost like he was agreeing with Eddie. And it made you giggle just as much as Eddie's fake pouting did. You held your hand out expectantly, raising your eyebrows at Eddie. Who just looked up at your hand and then at you, cocking his head to the side with a dumb smile on his face. "What baby?"

"Um.. my underwear maybe? I kinda need those. Unless you want everyone to see your cum dribbling down my legs" you scoffed, already feeling some of it sliding down the inside of your thigh. You watched him as he squatted down in front of you and lifted your skirt up fully again, holding it bunched in his hand at the waistband. You felt your cheeks get all hot and looked over at Steve again who was smirking and leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to your pussy as Eddie lifted one of your thighs with the hand not holding your skirt up, spreading you out and revealing your creampied messy cunt to him. And to Steve.

"Keep your leg up just like that for me, Princess. Just like that, need to have a good look at my pretty pussy" he said, his voice low and gently commanding. You did as he said, keeping it held up and looked back down at Eddie, watching as he hummed and scratched his chin with a smirk on his face, like he was thinking about something. He took your panties from his back pocket and wiped up the cum from your leg slowly, grinning up at you. He gently wiped over your cunt a little too, chuckling darkly when you jerked and hissed with how sensitive you were.

Steve thought he was going to blow his load again as he watched on. He hadn't really seen just how perfect your pussy was. So pink and wet, your clit practically throbbing still. And it looked so fucking good filled with cum too. He began to wonder if Eddie did in fact know he was there and was just trying to make him jealous, showing him that it was his cum inside of you and not Steve's. Either way, he wasn't particularly fussed, he still got a great view of your legs spread and what lay between them.

"There. That should do it. I don't think you need panties anyway, considering I'm just gonna have you on my cock in a couple hours again anyway" he shrugged and winked at you, standing up to his full height and letting your skirt fall back down around your thighs, both of your feet firmly planted on the ground again as he shoved the now soiled panties back into his back pocket. You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest gently with a hand.

"You're disgusting" you laughed, shaking your head and smoothing your skirt out. "Come on, we're already late for class since someone decided me flashing them wasn't enough" you said with a small sigh as you reached out for his hand and pushed yourself up off the wall, smiling wide at him.

He grinned at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. "You love that I'm disgusting" he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again. It was true. You kinda did love it when he was gross like that. "It's never enough, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you" he said as he kissed your cheek sloppily and loudly, accentuating the Mwah! sound of his lips smacking against your skin. You giggled and looked over your shoulder, watching as Steve stood there and winked at you, kissing the air towards you and flicking his tongue at you lewdly.

"That was fun though, Eddie. Maybe we should do it again sometime. Was kinda hot thinking we might get caught" you said, watching as he turned back around the corner and walked away, smirking as he heard what you said. Eddie simply chuckled and looked down at you, right as you turned to look up at him, smiling wide and melting into his side.

"Oh my girl enjoyed that did she? Are you a little exhibitionist baby? You want one of the jocks to catch us and see what they're missing out on and can't ever have cause you're all mine?" He said as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you giggle.

"Maybe a little bit..." you shrugged your shoulder, blushing at the fact that you know one of the jocks had already caught you. And it was Steve fucking Harrington nonetheless, who stood there and jerked off right in front of you, totally uncaring. Steve would definitely think about what he'd just witnessed later. Your jiggly round tits and your puffy dripping cunt was firmly embedded in his wank bank as jerk off material now. Or for when he was sleeping with some chick who was a little less skilled than he was used to and he needed something to get him off.

And maybe every now and then you'd think back to it too, to when you'd thought you had Eddie all alone behind the gym block..

But instead there was a peeping tom named Steve Harrington, watching your completely oblivious boyfriend cum inside you as you licked your lips at him and watched him stroke his cock.

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sweetimpurity · 8 months ago

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Your boyfriend Miguel who spent all day out in the city, doing his duty as spiderman and keeping all of Nueva York safe. Coming home very late through the bedroom window. Cut up and tired. Finding you sitting pretty for him on the bed.

“Why are you still up, baby? It’s late” He asks with soft concern and his mask retracts from his face, revealing his bruised and beaten, handsome features. “I was worried about you… I just needed to make sure you got home okay…” You stand up to greet him, taking in the sight of all his fresh wounds.

"I'm okay..." He sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead to yours, absorbing the safety and stability you offer him. "M'tired..."

“How ‘bout you take a shower, lovey, and then we can go to bed...” You suggest kindly, caressing the backs of your knuckles across his beaten cheek. His head tilts into your hand, his big brown eyes gazing into yours.

Your sweet boyfriend, although he spends all his days fighting ruthlessly and getting beaten senseless, is the most gentle creature when it comes to you. His huge size takes up most of the shower space, blocking the water from hitting your face as he pumps into you slow and deep. The tension of his day melting away as he sweetly makes love to you against the bathroom tile.

Your hands on his lower back, running up to his shoulder blades as his hips roll up into you, easing the stretch with the warm shower water. Only the drops from his hair dripping onto your bare chest pressing up against his soft warm pecs. It's like only the two of you exist. In this little corner of your tiny apartment bathroom. His hands grabbing at the skin of your hips and your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes himself deeper, hitting all the sweet spots he’s memorized within you. “Missed you so much babygirl… wanted you all day…” He raises one hand, pressing it to the shower wall, keeping his other arm around your waist, kissing you sloppy and needy, moving at a quicker pace, determined to take you to that sweet place. It's like all the death and destruction of his life fades away and he finds life in your love. His mouth is hot on your neck and chest as he sucks and kisses your skin, his breathing heavy and his eyes lidded with love and lust for you. “Say you love me…” His voice is husky and deep in sleepy desperation. “Please baby…” He whispers. “Mm-love y-you…” You gasp and moan, your head rolling back against the shower wall, his dark eyes following every move you make. “Again baby… say it again please…” He begs, pumping into you, feeling the way your legs are trembling, your walls spasming. But he could burst from your voice alone. “I love you Miguel… more than anything, I love you…” You whimper, looking into his eyes, fingers digging into his biceps. “I love you…” He whispers, smiling like it’s the first time he’s ever heard it, with all the love for you in his eyes, even with those cuts and scrapes on his face. Endless praises pass his lips as you moan his name helplessly, your orgasm overcoming you with every thrust, making your back arch against the shower wall, your ankles pulling him in and keeping him there as he’s moaning low and coming deep inside. Safe to say you’ll both sleep soundly tonight.

#miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #artists on tumblr #miguel fanart #miguel spiderverse #smut #artists on tiktok #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara smut #astv miguel #miguel atsv #miguelohara #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel fanfic

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ellatoone7 · 1 year ago

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Long day (Leah Williamson x reader)

It was getting darker earlier now, a sure sign that winter was nearing, that and the goosebumps littering over Leah’s tanned skin as it whipped through her hair, making the blood rush through her ears in the best way possible.

Winter trainings were always tough, the bitter cold stinging the defenders bright eyes making it nearly impossible to see the ball. It was all worth it though as she was enveloped by the warmth of her car and the thoughts of what was waiting for her at home.

Leah didn’t waste any time getting home, her playlist blaring as she hums gently to the lyrics that always reminded her of you. Leah loved football, it was a huge part of her life and she cherished every second of it, but, it didn’t come close to how much she loved you.

In fact Leah loved you so much that as long as she had you in her life, she would be content with never playing another match again. She didn’t fail to remind you of that every day, from waking you up with soft, loving kisses and breathless confessions of love that was so sacred to the both of you, all the way to the lazy evenings full of cuddles on the couch and whispered affections.

Leah craved those dark mornings tangled in linen sheets and soft limbs, so connected that you couldn’t tell where one started and the other finished. This morning for example, a rare day, where Leah didn’t have to get up at an ungodly hour, now that it was winter her trainings had been pushed further up in the evening, leaving the still mornings at her beck and call.

Strong biceps curled around your midsection, holding on as if you were some divine being that would disappear at the slightest loosen of her grip. The gentle breathing, that the defender claims eagerly is not snoring, though you would beg to differ, fans the back of your neck as the serene surrounding of pure adoration consumes the room fully.

That exact same fondness that paints the walls of your house welcomes the tired blonde back into its familiar structure. Leah’s home however isn’t slabs of concrete or treasured pictures littering every inch of the building, but it’s the comforting figure that she just knows is standing in kitchen, waiting for food to magically appear out of thin air.

Leah drops her kit bag next to the homemade shoe shelf Steph had made the both of you after Leah missed a match due to a single shoe and a rolled ankle. The blonde chuckled at the memory as she threw the keys into the designated bowel while heeling the front door shut.

“Babe?” Although knowing exactly where you were, she couldn’t help but be impatient as she hears the soft pattering of your fluffy socked feet. You smoothly slid into the corridor with the most prized worthy grin lighting up every inch of your perfect face.

Just like her previous actions, you did not waste a second, cupping her defined jaw and pulling her into a kiss that could mistaken the fact that Leah had only been gone for a few hours. The gentle tug of her hair pulled her back into the blissful reality that was you, her hands had found the place on your hips that they had been familiarised with for so long, pulling you in until the space between the both of you was nonexistent.

“Hi.” One simple word mumbled against her lips in a humour full manor, a breathless chuckle following from her own mouth as she peppers kisses against your flushed cheeks.

“God, people would think you’ve been gone for months with this greeting.” You chuckled as lips worshipped your neck, “We won’t tell people that it’s only been a few hours then.”

Her deep London accent was muffled as she placed one final kiss against the volume of your throat.

Foreheads met and eyes locked as you found comfort in each others space, “For what it’s worth, I missed you.” You couldn’t help but melt into her, nuzzling your cheek against hers while breathing her in, “I missed you too.” You pulled back slightly before continuing, “You know what else I missed? When you didn’t smell, go take a shower, Lee.”

A laugh bubbled up as you watched the defender scoff in offence, “Rude!” You nodded while wiping her sweaty strand of hair out of her face with a playful grimace. Leah swatted your hands away as she grumbled childishly, “Okay! okay, I get it.” The blonde started towards the stairs before turning backs around with an eyebrow raised, “Wanna join me?”

“As much as I would love to, I have some baking to do, so I will regretfully leave you to it,” Leah chuckled while solemnly nodding, you watched her slightly disappointed expression and decided to meet her halfway, “…but, I can offer you a kiss?”

Her blue eyes lit up again like they always seem to do when she’s near around you, leaning up on your tiptoes you pressed a timid kiss to her eager lips before quickly stepping back much to the tall blondes dismay. Her lips followed yours and you gave into her meeting her in the middle in a melting kiss.

Her sweaty stature was the last thing on your mind as you wrapped your arms around her neck, she slightly lifted you off the ground pressing you against her fully.

After what felt like a too small eternity, you gently stepped back, “That’ll give you something to think about.” She lightly groaned before quickly stealing one more kiss, “Don’t be a tease.” You giggled before pushing at her chest gently, “Go, get cleaned up and then get down here to help me with these stupid cookies.”

Leah smiled before putting her hands up innocently, she made her way upstairs with a satisfied sigh and you watched her go before heading back to the kitchen.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #engwnt x reader #woso #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagines

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alternate-real-ities · 3 days ago

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Change me from lean muscle to bulky muscular features based on various regions such as Latino,black,etc

Quick to the point, huh. Well, let me see what I can find that satisfies your bulking needs. :) First stop, a reality where you've been blessed with African blood:

In this world, your toned physique has taken on rich, dark hues and a powerful, chiseled form reminiscent of an Adonis from the motherland. Every muscle is a work of art, etched into your skin like the lines of a master sculptor's finest creation.

As a part-time model in this alternate reality, you're no stranger to the spotlight. With each confident stride, every flex of your huge biceps or bounce of your pecs, you exude an aura of raw masculinity that leaves men weak in the knees and women aching with desire.

Here's another angle to appreciate your sculpted glory. That bulge isn't going to take care of itself. Lucky for you, what ain't missing is the amount of twinks that beg to touch your body every day on insta. Perhaps you'll tell one of them to come meet you and show him your real African heritage. :)

Now, let's move on to another realm where your muscular build takes on a distinctly Asian flair...

In this alternate universe, your physique has taken on a sturdy, softer form - not exactly lean muscle, but built for power and endurance like a well-oiled machine. You're no ordinary man here; you're an elite sumo wrestler, renowned across Japan for your brute strength and unstoppable force in the ring.

Just look at those round pecs. Your huge body is full from consuming copious amounts of chankonabe to fuel your training sessions! And don't even get me started on those tree trunk thighs - built for crushing opponents into submission. When you're not busy defeating rivals or preparing for the next tournament, which lucky fan will be tempted for a private demonstration of sumo moves? Maybe one brave soul will even try to squeeze into your loincloth…

Last but certainly not least, let's saddle up and gallop into a reality where your Hispanic heritage has given birth to an unforgettable stud of a man.

In this reality, you're a proud Latino stud born and raised in the heartland of America - a rugged cowboy at heart with a soft spot for the boys back home. Your muscular physique boasts a perfect balance of hard work and natural charm, from your broad shoulders to your chiseled abs and tree-trunk thighs.

In the heart of the Midwest, you own and operate a popular cowboy-themed bar, where patrons come not just for drinks but to catch a glimpse of the hunky Latino owner who likes to don a cowboy hat and vest. Your muscular frame is more defined than in the previous reality, with broad shoulders and huge daddy milkers that get all your patrons drooling for some action.

But it's not just your body that turns heads - when you're dolled up in cowboy duds at your popular nightspot, every detail screams pure machismo. Just imagine strolling through the bar, hips swaying to the rhythm, as thirsty gringos and Latino cuties alike can't help but drool over your irresistible charm. Who knows how many eager bottoms you'll have riding your horse tonight? Better saddle up and prepare for a wild ride. :)

I guess this is it. I really liked your latino version, maybe someday we'll be able to pay him a visit. 😏

#male transformation #muscle tf #race change #muscle transformation #musclegrowth #alpha man #hair growth #alpha muscle #asianization #africanization #latinization

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criminalmindswhore · 1 year ago

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Playlists Tell All

Tara finds your playlist titled Prentiss and looks through it while you drive. She and JJ tease you about it until Emily finally finds out.

BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE AT ALL TIMES 🤨 Also, this is long bare with me, also not proofread, oops.

TW: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

It was no secret you were gay. It was apparent from the day you walked into the BAU wearing docs and a septum ring. Tara was the first to notice, lesbians find each other. You were never closeted to them but never shouted it in the bullpen either. If they asked, you told.

"Hey, Y/n can I ask you something?" Emily asked as you two went down the elevator. "Sure, what's up?" You smiled at her. "Are you gay?" She looked puzzled, "Miss BAU Unit Chief was the last to notice?" You chuckled and she looked offended, her mouth falling open. You were almost too distracted by your thoughts, 'I wonder if that's the face she makes when she-', to notice the elevator stop. "So like only women or?" She stepped out of the elevator, you following suit. You cringed at thinking of being with a man, "Only women." She chuckled, "I knew it." She stopped walking signaling you were parting ways for the night. The cold Virginia air made a chill run down your spine, or maybe you noticed the few shirt buttons undone on the way to the parking lot. "I'll see you tomorrow Y/n." She smiled at you and grabbed your bicep for a moment. The touch lingered in your brain, your skin on fire, "See you tomorrow Unit Chief of the gayest FBI unit." She laughed loudly at your comment as she walked away, her grey hair swaying with which step.

Your talks with Emily to your cars became a nightly thing, on purpose from your end but she didn't need to know that.

After a case in Northern VA, Tara, JJ and you were in an SUV driving back to Quantico. Tara deemed you the driver as you were a 'young sprite who would stay awake longer'. Your phone became the AUX phone and Tara sat up front scrolling through your music creating the perfect queue. Her eyes widened as she came across a playlist titled, 'long talks with Prentiss'. She sat straight up and looked at you. You turned your head to glance at her, then back at the road, "What?" She leaned back against the seat, "Nothing." JJ's interest was now peaked, "Tara, you gotta tell us now." Tara scrolled through the songs:

She - Dodie

girls - girl in red

1950 - King Princess

She's My Religion - Pale Waves

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Call Out My Name - The Weekend

and on and on and on...

Tara came up with a genius plan, queuing up all the songs. The second girls came on, it clicked. "Tara, I can explain." She just laughed, "Explain that you have a huge crush on someone almost 30 years older than you?" JJ put down her Cheetos, "Wait? Emily?" Your grip on the wheel tightened and your cheeks turned bright red. "Can you two just not?" Tara chuckled, "Oh no miss thing, you have to spill now." JJ laughed from the backseat.

You weighed your options, either tell them and they tease you about it, or you don't and they tease you even worse until you spill, "Fine," the two women high-fived, "but it doesn't leave this car. Clear?" JJ saluted at you and Tara nodded. "She's just so hot dude. How could I not find her attractive and she does that stupid thing when she's focused where she licks her lip and then bites it." You were gushing like a high school girl at this point. "And don't get me started on her hands." JJ cringed slightly. "Okay, but she's 1, your boss, and 2, old enough to be your mom." You sighed and grimaced, "Why do you think it lives in my head? I have a playlist and that's it. She will never know and no one else will." Tara shook her head, "Honey she probably already knows. Emily is one of the best profilers in the world, not only that she's got those super-secret spy skills. Has she been acting differently towards you?" You shook your head, "No, I mean we've been talking one-on-one a lot more but that's just because we usually leave at the same time." Tara hummed and JJ laughed loudly, "What JJ?" You were still horrified at the current situation and her finding it humorous was not helping. "She did mention how she knows someone in her inner circle is attracted to her but didn't wanna bring it up." She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "JJ! You can't just tell me that!" Tara was losing it, doubled over in laughter. "You both suck."

It didn't get brought up again during the case. You thought it had blown over until you were all standing in the bullpen after the case chatting while people packed up bags and files. "Hey guys, what are laughing about?" Prentiss asked as she joined the group, bag in hand. "Reid is so oblivious to how much his neighbor wants to get in his pants," Luke explained while still laughing. Emily licked her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth, Taras's head shot around to look at you wiggling her eyebrows. You scoffed and smacked her arm. "What's going on there?" Emily asked while smiling at you two, "Oh god are two?" Tara laughed and you nearly threw up in your mouth. The whole team was now looking at you and Tara with their mouths open, "God no! Tara and I are not sleeping together!" The team erupted into laughter except for you and Emily, staring into each other's eyes. She smiled sweetly at you and your face got hot. "I am going home, you guys enjoy bullying Reid." You grabbed your bag and stood up off your desk, "Wait, I'll walk with you, let me grab my cup from the kitchen." Emily took off swiftly to retrieve her mug and JJ gave you the 'I know something they don't' look. You glared at her and went to wait for Emily by the elevators. She approached you and pressed the down button, "Ready?" You nodded and stepped into the elevator.

The following week was full of being teased by JJ & Tara and Emily knowing something was up. Emily entirely said, "If someone made a playlist based on me I would be honored," while working a case. Which earned a stare from JJ and a muffled laugh from Tara.

One night you and Emily were heading down together like you usually did, "Hey, have you been seeing someone? Tara and JJ seem to know something about you no one else does." As you unlocked your car you froze. "Um, no, there's just a running inside joke going." You shrugged your shoulders trying your best to control your microexpressions. She seemed happy with your answer and wished you goodnight. You got in the car and turned on the playlist, your phone screen still open to it when someone knocked at your window. You rolled it down and Emily glanced at your lap, "Hey did you notice if- is that my name?" Her face was shocked, yours was pure fear. You flipped your phone over, "No." She saw right through you, "Y/n, let me see." She was smiling in a way you've never seen before. You didn't budge until Emily reached through the window and snatched your phone, turning away from your car. You unbuckled yourself and jumped out, "Emily please." It was too late.

She turned around, mouth agape, "Y/n, is this how you feel about me?" Her voice was low and dropped an octave. It shot shivers through your body erupting your core. You didn't know what to say, the damage was done. She stepped closer, reached behind you, and slid your phone into your back pocket. She went to move her hands but you grabbed her arms, holding them on your ass. "Emily." Your desperation showing in your voice. It set something off in her. Before you could process it, Emily's lips were on yours and your back was hitting your car. Her hands are on your hips gripping you tight. You snaked your arms around her neck gripping her hair. Her lips moved furiously on yours, her tongue swiping against your lips. The action made you whimper giving her access to your mouth. You could feel her chest moving on yours as she breathed heavily. She pulled away but kept her face inches from yours, "Y/n," she sighed, "This can't happen." You dropped your arms from her neck, she didn't move. "Fuck it." She said in the hottest fucking voice you've ever heard, you moaned at the sound before she attached her lips to yours again.

As her apartment door closed, bags were dropped, jackets discarded. Her lips moved against your neck as you gripped her shirt, "Emily, please." She chuckled, "Already begging for me pretty girl?" You moaned at the praise and Emily lifted a brow, "Oh you liked that huh?" Her arm reached around you to harshly grabbed your ass, "You like being praised by your boss huh? Like the slut you are?" Your knees buckled under you and she gripped your hips to keep you upright. Emily continued her attack on your neck as she pulled you to her bedroom, dropping you on the bed with a thump. "Pretty girl I need you to verbally consent for me before I fuck you senseless." She unbuttoned her shirt as you spoke, "Yes Emily, please. I need you." She slipped her shirt off exposing her black lace bra to you and you stared in awe. She laughed at you and took a finger under your chin pulling your eyes back to hers, "Up here." She spoke sternly and you didn't dare disobey at the risk of her leaving you high and dry. She straddled your lap and started undoing your shirt at an agonizing speed. You squirmed under her from impatience, "Ah, patience sweet girl. I'll get there. Although I understand why you're so needy after months of wanting me exactly like this. On top of you getting ready to make you scream my name." She slipped off your shirt and leaned in close, "I believe it was, call out my name I saw on that playlist of yours?" She left a wet sloppy kiss behind your ear. You could feel the pool of wetness growing between your legs.

She kissed down your collarbones as she unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. She kissed down to your chest until she reached your left nipple, swirling her tongue around it, "Mhm, fuck yes." You gripped her hair harder than you planned on eliciting a moan from her. It was music to your fucking ears. She discarded her slow and steady pace and reached down to unbuckle your belt, undoing your pants and slipping them past your ankles. They hit the floor with a metallic clink before she kissed down your stomach. She pulled off your underwear with her teeth, the sight nearly making you finish right then and there. "Emily, you're wearing too much, I wanna see you." Your voice was slurring, you were so drunk on every single thing you were feeling. She sat up and undid her bra, slipping it off, her perfect breasts falling against her chest. She was perfect. She stood for a second taking off her pants, revealing her perfectly toned legs.

She positioned herself between your legs and licked up your slit. The sensation making your head spin. Your hands gripping her sheets as she took your clit between her lips humming at the taste of you. "You are so in for it Y/n." Hearing her say your name like that was music to your ears. She started flicking her tongue against your clit and your back arched off the bed. She reached one of her hands up grabbing yours giving you something to ground yourself to this moment. You gripped her hands tightly as she teased you with the other hand. Emily removed her mouth from you looking up at you making eye contact, "Beg for it." Your words got caught in your throat causing Emily to completely move her hand away from you and harshly grip your thigh, "I told you to do something Y/n." You swallowed, "Please Emily. Please fuck me. Emily, I need you, please." She smiled devilishly before slamming two fingers inside of you setting a rough pace. "That's my pretty little slut." The cockiness apparent in her tone of voice. She maintained eye contact as she reattached her lips to your clit, pulling it between her teeth softly.

Emily's pace showed no mercy as she fucked you roughly. Her tongue and lips worked against your clit as she pumped her fingers in and out of you roughly. You were so close to coming undone and she could tell. She removed her mouth from you, still fucking you with her fingers, "Do you want to cum?" You writhed under her nearly screaming from pleasure, all you could muster was a nod. "I need words." You opened your eyes and looked into hers, "Yes. Please. I'll do anything." She smirked and let go of your hand, wrapping it around your throat. You moaned her name so loudly you swore the whole building would hear, but neither of you cared. She whispered against your clit, "Cum for me Y/n." She licked your clit once more before you came screaming her name and a slew of curse words. She continued her pace fucking you through the high until your body fell limp. She slowed her pace and slowly pulled her hands from you. She kissed up your stomach, "Such a good girl. You did so good pretty girl." She pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom and returning with a warm, wet washcloth. She sat down at your feet, "Is it okay if I clean you up?" Her tone was gentle and slow. You nodded, not having feelings in your face. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating. She was soft and gentle, discarding the cloth into the dirty laundry.

She pulled a t-shirt over her head and laid one out at the end of the bed. She laid next to you, pulling you into her. You wrapped your arms around her waist before snuggling your head into her neck. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head. "Emily, that was." You couldn't quite form the words as your nose was still tingling. "Awesome, amazing, perfect, I know." She giggled at her joke and you smiled. "Who would've known badass Unit Chief Prentiss likes to cuddle after sex." She scoffed, "Shut up! I can be soft!" You chuckled, "There's a shirt at the end of the bed if you want it. You can go to sleep, I'll get you up in the morning." You sat up and looked at her, "I'm kind of hungry." She smiled, her eyes wrinkling, "I'll grab you a snack." She left the room and you slipped on the shirt, never leaving the bed.

The playlist you regretted making, just got you the best sex ever.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader #emily prentiss smut #smutwithprentiss #very gay

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 4 months ago

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One For The Road [2]

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Series Masterlist

Summary: You haven't spoken to Cecil since what happened last week.

A/N: Another huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading again and putting up with my nonsense! <3

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, reader has been drinking - but not enough to affect them, mentions of weed, catching feelings and self denial of catching feelings, fingering, oral sex (afab!receiving), jerking off, cumming on someone, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2186

I Saw This Coming From The Start

It had been a week. A full week since you’d seen him. Since you’d practically run out of the front door when Harry had come in, making up some excuse to leave that you can’t even remember now.

He’d messaged the next day. Gentle, and kind. Apologising without explicitly saying what he was apologising for. Which had made you feel bad because it wasn’t like he had tried something with you and gotten pissy when you’d rejected him.

No, you’d wanted it, still want it. And that was the problem really.

You hadn’t messaged back, trying to push it all to the back of your mind and further still. Tonight you’d gone out on a shit date. So boring and dull that you’d made a hasty exit and drowned your sorrows in a local bar.

It wasn’t like you were flat out drunk, just a little buzzed. Two drinks more than you normally would in that short timeframe. And all you could do was think about stupid Cecil and his stupid curls and stupidly thick fingers.

You’d sent him a message before you could think twice.

Are you busy?

He’d messaged back almost instantly. No. You okay?

Where are you?

Home.

Alone?

You’d been in the Uber before he even replied yes.

The smile he’d given you when he’d opened the front door to your knock had almost broken your heart.

“Hey!” He’d hugged you with one arm, purposefully not getting too close as he ushered you into the living room. “I’m so glad you texted.” He smelt very obviously of weed. “I was getting worried, I mean,” he pulls a face. “Not worried. You’re an adult, you can do what you want, of course you can, I mean,” he rubs the back of his head, “I mean, I mean, I upset you didn’t I? I was a jerk, I’m so sorry, I-”

You turn quickly and kiss him, pressing your lips to his demandingly.

He groans, his eyes fluttering closed as you lick into his mouth. He tastes the alcohol on your tongue. “Wait,” he swallows, moving back a step. “You’re drunk.”

“No.”

He gives you those soft eyes that can absolutely destroy your resolve in less than ten seconds, the UN should class that look as a war crime.

“I just had a few drinks.” You glare at him.

He lightly brushes your arm and you shrug him away, frowning.

The soft look he gives you stings.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You snarl.

“Like what?”

“All puppy dog eyes and shit, it’s not fair.”

He pauses, “Puppy dog eyes?”

“Yeah,” you motion to him, “you know the look, makes you all sweet and soft and cute, and makes it really fucking hard to not do what you want.”

He smiles ever so slightly. “You think it’s cute?”

“I think you’re cute.” You say grumpily.

His smile widens. “I think you’re cute too.” He steps closer, running his hands on your biceps.

“So kiss me.”

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a glass of water, okay? A clean glass?” He gives you a jokey smile, trying to make you laugh.

You do your best to resist and shrug. “I don’t want a glass of water, I’m…”

“You’re?”

You sigh deeply, fighting down your embarrassment as you half mumble. “Can we… can we do what we did… last time?”

He watches you softly, giving you time to make it clear what you really want.

You sigh again, practically a groan. And when you speak you purposefully look at the wall and not his stupidly handsome face. “Can we watch some porn and mess around?”

He smiles and nods. “You sure?”

You give him a look.

“Okay,” he giggles, “if you’re sure.”

He brings you a glass of water in the promised clean glass anyway, and a packet of cookies. He places them in your hands before dragging over the small coffee table and putting it to your side of the sofa, then taking the packet and glass and putting them on there for you.

Cecil grins when he’s finished, beaming like he’s worked out a partially difficult mental puzzle. You don’t want to find it as endearing as you do.

He sits down next to you, grabbing his phone. “Anything you wanna watch?”

You shrug, not quite expecting this direction. “Um, what would you recommend?” You want to smack yourself in the face, who the fuck asks someone what porn they would recommend? Like this was some fancy restaurant with a waiter giving you the wine list. ‘Oh yes, with the water and cookies, I’d recommend a nice fuck with a cum shot.’

“Well,” he shifts in his seat excitedly, “Actually, I watched some of this the other day, I thought it was good.”

Okay, maybe this was the place you came to to get porno recommendations.

“It’s a glory hole video, is that okay?” He looks up at you sweetly, the earnestness in his eyes is bewitching.

You nod and swallow and his grin widens.

“Awesome.” He clicks the video, casting it to the TV. “Harry’s gonna be out until really late, so don’t worry about interruptions this time.”

You wiggle a little and nod again. This was a bad idea actually, wasn’t it? Now that you were thinking about it, it was a really bad idea. A really, really, really, really bad idea. You could forgive last week, that had been… that was an accident. This was… intentional. Fool me once, and all that. This was you going out of your way to-

“You’re wearing jeans, can I…?” He gave you those stupidly large puppy eyes, you could feel the yearning rolling off him in waves.

You nod, undoing your buttons and fly as he scrambles off the sofa onto his knees. He loops his fingers under your waistband and tugs when you raise your hips.

He pulls your jeans down eagerly to your thighs, then grabs your panties, yanking them down as well and pulling both off your legs, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

You swallow, heat rising to your face. You hadn’t expected him to take everything off straight away.

On the television a naked woman deepthroats a large cock that is pressing through a taped hole in a bathroom wall. She’s whining and slurping, her free hand between her legs.

“Oh fuck,” Cecil breathes deeply, lightly pressing on your knees to spread your legs. “I was so right,” he bites his lip, groaning. “Such a pretty pussy, oh god.” He squeezes his cock through his sweats and gulps, closing his eyes for a second. “Prettiest I’ve ever seen, fuck.”

You swallow, holding your breath as he inches closer on his knees.

He brushes the edge of his calloused thumb against your clit, seeming mesmerised as your muscles jump and twitch under his touch.

“God, yeah.” He groans under his breath and presses firmer, lightly tracing the outline of the bundles of nerves before he rubs up and down and side to side.

You let out a little moan, your fingers digging into the cushions beside you.

Cecil lets out a long whine, “Oh, you’re so wet, I can see it.” He looks up at you from under his long eyelashes for a second before going back to your dripping cunt. “Looks amazing.”

He rubs his thumb constantly, oohing and ahhing softly at every minuscule movement.

Your breathing hitches, heat running along your skin and tightening in your belly.

Ever so slowly he runs the fingers of his other hand up your leg and presses them to your aching slit, rubbing your lips and smearing your wetness all over your pussy. He groans when you twitch and moan softly, his eyes darkening rapidly second by second.

“Mmmmm,” he hums loudly, inching his fingers forward as his thumb rubs you, pushing them in a few centimetres before pulling them out and whining at the slick coating his skin. He pushes in deeper, firmly sheathing them all the way in one long move and curling them until your thighs jump and you gasp.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he groans, watching intently and then, “fuck, sorry, I gotta,” he darts forward, removing his thumb from your clit and kissing your folds.

You moan, back arching from the sofa, your hand flying to the back of his head to pull him closer and he whimpers, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth.

“Cecil,” your whine harmonises with his as pleasure curls and spreads with every heavy pump and plunge of his fingers, with every caress of his tongue and lips. “Shit, that’s,” your words leave you breathlessly, your voice sounding completely wrecked already. “That’s really good, fuck, please,” you buck against his mouth, grinding up to his fingers as he works you over eagerly, rapidly bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

Pleasure sings along every nerve, making your thighs shake and your eyes roll back as he groans and licks and sucks like you’re his only source of oxygen.

You dig your fingers into his hair, scraping your nails lightly across his scalp, making him shiver and moan louder.

Your mind is turning into mush, dissolving into nothing as your body races after your orgasm, demanding more and more and more from his sinful mouth.

Part of you can’t work out how he got so good at this, how many pussys has he buried his face in? How could his ex dump him when he was this good? Fuck, even if you were tired of his shit you could just tie him to the bed and sit on his face for a few hours each day and that would more than make up for it.

Cecil’s cock throbs, each moan that leaves your lips making him harder, needier. He can feel his precum soaking into his boxers as your slick drenches his chin.

He shudders, so close to coming in his pants again and not giving one flying fuck.

“Cec,” Your grip on the back of his head tightens, your thighs shaking and tensing, your body rising up and against him. You’re so close, hanging right on the edge with his tongue flicking kitten licks in time with how his fingers rub against your walls, playing you perfectly to his will.

He hums against you, swirling his tongue and you scream, clenching around him as you come so hard. It washes over you, piercing your limbs and shocking every muscle with bliss. You shake, grinding against his mouth as he groans greedily.

He pulls his fingers from your fluttering pussy, grabbing hold of the back of your thighs and just buries his face in your cunt. He laps and sinks his tongue deep inside, pressing the bridge of his nose against your clit and shaking his head from side to side ever so slightly as he drinks down every single drop of your release. Needing everything.

He loosens his grip on you when you start to relax, your muscles untensing. He lets go, struggling with his waistband and pulling his sweatpants and boxers down just enough so that his thick cock springs free with a dull thud. He wipes his mouth and chin with the palm of his right hand before he grabs hold of his dick, using your cum as lubricant as he rapidly jerks himself off, his eyes rolling back.

His cock is so pretty, thick and long and ruddy red at the leaking, needy tip.

“Cecil,” you whine and his eyes snap open instantly, his hips jerking as he nears his peak. You bite your lip, fuck he looks so beautiful, sweaty and wanting and desperate. “Come on me.” You whisper.

He groans, “On you?”

You spread your legs wider, pulling your legs up to your chest and holding them there. “Come on my pussy.”

He sobs, standing so quickly he almost falls and has to grab hold of the back of the sofa with his free hand to stop himself from falling. He jerks once, twice, moaning so loudly as his hips move on autopilot and pleasure runs down his spine and explodes. He comes with a cry, shooting his load all over your pussy and the back of your thighs.

He keeps coming, unable to stop as he spurts and splatters, painting your skin with his seed.

He gasps, slumping forward for a second and breathing hard, “fuuuuuuucccck.” He whines, shivering with the aftershocks.

You watch him with large eyes, mesmerised with how his lips are parted, how flushed his skin looks. Like some ancient painting of a god.

Suddenly he drops to his knees again, pressing his palms to your legs to keep you folded over.

“Cecil-” You yelp in surprise, about to ask what he’s doing when he shoves his tongue back into your core, slurping up the mess he made between your legs and sucking once more on your clit until you moan.

“Just cleaning up.” He mumbles, his voice thick with lust before he dives back in.

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sleepyhutcherson · 9 months ago

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Can I possibly get josh futterman fem!reader fic where he meets a clumsy girl at his front door and he finds out she helps his dad with golfing and he left his clubs or whatever and hes like instantly infatuated with her?? Maybe just josh being hopelessly in love ?? ❤️

i play golf… on the wii

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pairing: josh futturman x fem!reader

summary: you show up at the futturman’s home to drop of mr. futturman’s clubs that he left behind but you’re met with their son who you’ve never met before.

word count: 0.9k

tags: first time meeting, no use of y/n, lovesick!josh, reader is wearing a skirt, playful banter, fluff, reader helps josh’s dad with golf.

author’s note: i used to love wii sports so much so. hope you enjoy this anon, sorry i took so long on your requests but i hope this was what you wanted ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) also huge thanks to @stop-talking for giving me the wii idea <3

You knock on the wooden door holding Mr. Futturman’s clubs that he left behind this morning. You wait patiently for either of the Futturman’s to open the door—that is if they were home. You hoped they were, this was the only time of the day you could drop them off. When the front door opens you’re met with a young man in grey sweatpants, his dark brown hair sticking slightly to his forehead—what the fuck had he doing? You notice then a game controller in his hand and a pair of headphones resting on his head. Oh. People really sweat over games?

“Joshy”, as the Futturman’s referred to him, was apparently not a fifteen-year-old boy as they made him seem whenever they spoke about their son. Joshy’s—Josh’s eyes widen when he sees you, mouth slightly hanging open, completely dumbfounded by you. He reaches up his mic, “uh, I got to go, sorry.” He apologises before turning off his headphones and pulling them off, some of his hair sticking up at the motion.

“Hi,” you greet with a kind smile. You hold up his father’s clubs, “er, your dad left his clubs this morning…he asked me to drop them off.” you glance back to the driveway noticing their car was missing. Fuck.

“He just stepped out with my mom,” Josh says, scratching the back of his head, his sleeve rolling up slightly allowing you to catch a glance of his biceps, the single view quickening your heart. “I’m Josh by the way.” He offers a small wave that you can’t help but find just a little adorable.

“Yeah, I know,” you say with a shy smile. Josh practically melts at the way you smile at him. He takes in your outfit, you’re wearing a pretty white skirt paired with a white Polo shirt. You were still in your golf uniform. Josh could fucking drool right now.

His brows furrow, a small smile curling on his lips. “You do?” He asks, his tone more high pitched than he hoped but you smile anyway.

“Mhm,” you nod, trying to contain yourself from smiling too much but clearly you were failing. There was something so lovely about Josh, the way he kept his eyes on you, especially with those lovesick eyes that crinkled at the corners whenever he smiled. “Your dad’s mentioned you, Joshy.” You say with a teasing tone.

Josh’s face flushes pink, eyes going a little wide with a mixture of panic and embarrassment. “Oh, no.” He whines, but lets out a soft chuckle before hiding his face behind his hands. You notice then he’s tucked in his game controller in the pocket of his sweats.

“It’s adorable,” you comment, giggling a little.

His eye peeks out between the gap of his middle and ring finger, his soft brown eye visible. “You’re teasing me aren’t you?” He asks. God, you were smiling like crazy. Your cheeks hurt.

“No, I swear!” You insist, holding your hands up in surrender. You forget about the clubs, too infatuated by Josh, that you let them go accidentally, landing heavily on Josh’s right foot.

An embarrassing sound falls from his lips the moment the clubs land on his sock-covered foot. “Fuck,” he then hisses, covering his mouth with his hand once he takes in the fact that he let out such a sound in front of you.

Yet, oddly enough, you didn’t completely dislike the pathetic sound he made.

“Oh, my God!” You hurry down to pick up the clubs, staggering them back up, keeping a tight grip on them now. “I’m so sorry!” You apologise, mentally scolding yourself for not being more careful.

“It’s okay,” he assures, although he could cry right now. It was almost as bad as stubbing your toe, he thinks. He wipes at his eye while you’re busy keeping them upright, hoping you didn’t notice the way he literally shed a tear. “Uh, here let me get those out of the way,” he moves forward to grab the clubs and at the same time you move them towards his direction causing your hands to brush against each other’s slightly, but it’s enough to make you both turn bright red.

“S-sorry,” You stammer, pulling away first. Josh would’ve let his hands brush against yours for a moment longer, honestly. You feel suddenly overwhelmed by all of this—your palpitating heart that seems to quicken more as you continue your conversation with Josh, your palms are tingling, and you feel incredibly hot. “I, uh, I should go then.”

Josh—now having put his father’s clubs at a side—feels his heart drop. No, he whines mentally. He’s surprised he didn’t let it slip out loud. “You don’t want to stay?” He asks, desperate to keep you just a little longer.

“For what?”

Fuck, for what? Really, for what? Josh suddenly can’t speak English, his words running from him, and he needs to think of a response—an excuse for you to stay. His eyes shift down to the clubs at his side. “You like to golf?”

Your eyes narrow at the sudden question. “Uh, yeah…” you reply, and Josh smiles like a dumb puppy at that. You raise a brow at him, “you…you want to play golf…?”

“Why not?” He answers with a exciting yet silly grin. He so desperately would do anything if it meant you would stay longer. He would endure his toes getting crushed by his dad’s clubs once again if that meant you would stay.

“You play golf?” You ask. Honestly, Josh seemed like the type of person who would have no interest in golf or really, any sports.

He frowns slightly then. Aw. His frown alone drew you towards him, just a bit. It was so cute. “I play golf…” his eyes flicker to the floor then, ashamed, “on the Wii…” he mumbles. You smile at how adorable he was, your heart warming up.

You think for a moment. Josh’s eyes meet yours again, a nervous look in his deep hazel eyes that are just beautiful in the sun. You give in.

“We can play on your Wii then.”

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gavisfanta · 10 months ago

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Hi love, can you do one of Pedri being a dad?

PRINCESA - PEDRI

summary: pedri and your daughter getting along and playing dress up

a/n: I thought of this during math class 😭😭

warnings: slight mentions of an ed, nothing serious tho

"Oh my god" You laughed as you looked at your daughter dressed up in a princes dress. She greeted you at the door with the biggest smile ever on her face.

"How is my princess?" You lifted her up immediately after you took off your shoes.

"Good" she kissed your cheek and you couldn't help but kiss her nose and then her cheek too.

"Oh yeah? Where's daddy?" You asked and she looked at you. Then you put her down and made your way towards the stairs.

"Upstairs, uncle fer got us these dresses." She said and you furrowed your brows while walking upstairs.

"us?" You asked with a confusing look but your question was soon answered by you seeing Pedri sitting in the middle of her room, wearing a pink princess dress.

You immediately burst out laughing and he looked up at you with a huge smile on his face.

"Mommy's home" Your daughter clapped her hands as she walked towards Pedri. You were standing in the doorway as Pedri stood up and you scanned his whole body.

The pink tight material really suited him well, his abs clearly visible and his biceps almost ripping the long sleeve on his arms.

"Do you think I'm a pretty princess?" He asked with a smile as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to himself.

"Mhm, not prettier than her tho." You laughed and pecked his lips before he pulled you into a kiss.

"Mom, can we get you one of these too?" She asked and you laughed down at her as Pedri did so too.

"I think that's a great idea honestly" Pedri looked back at you and you burst out laughing as you turned your gaze to Pedri again.

Him in that damn princess dress was something you could definitely not take serious.

"Mommy is being mean to me tho." Pedri then pulled away from you and went back to sit down in the middle of the room. Him and Isa were just holding a tea party.

"Why are you mean to dad?" She looked up at you and at the moment you couldn't explain it to her.

"She's just jealous of our dresses, now come and sit down." Pedri waved over Isa and you smiled a bit as you turned around and made your way to the bathroom inside of your room. You definitely need a shower after this long day.

After you were done showering you got dressed into your pj's and walked downstairs since you couldn't find neither Pedri or Isa on the upper level.

As soon as you entered the living room you smiled immediately. You found Pedri and Isa in front of the tv. Pedri changed back into a hoodie and joggers while Isa was still dressed as a princess. She was cuddled up to him and he had his arm around her. She fell asleep in his arm, however, he was awake, looking at the tv.

Pedri turned his head to look at you immediately. "I'll bring her upstairs and then I'll come back again. Don't fall asleep." He pointed at you with his finger before he pushed his arms below his daughter and carried her upstairs.

You sat down in the spot where Pedri was sat and pulled a blanket over yourself.

You looked at whatever was going on the tv, it was just some kids show, however you were too lazy to switch the channel.

Luckily only after 2 minutes, Pedri came downstairs again. A wide smile spread across his face as he sat down next to you and pulled you into a big hug.

"My god, I missed you so much." He whispered and kissed the top of your head.

"I missed you too," You paused for a second and he kissed you on the lips too. "What did you guys do today?"

Pedri's lips curled up into a smile immediately. You leaned into him and he wrapped his arm around you. "Well we had a tea party and we invited the girls over for some cookies we made." Pedri said sarcastically and you gave him a look. "Fine, we had a tea party, made cookies and pretended to feed those to her plushies."

You nodded your head and he kissed your temple. "Do you want to eat something? Work must have been tiring." He mumbled but you just shook your head. You were too tired to eat something.

"Are you sure? When was the last time you ate something?" He kept asking, at that point you were fighting to stay awake. His touch, his smell, the sound of his breathing and his voice were too comforting and tiring.

"Yesterday" You mumbled and he stood up immediately. You saw him walk into the kitchen and he came back just a few seconds later with a protein bar in his hand.

"Those are disgusting." You told him as soon as he sat down next to you again. He started to open the packaging.

"I know, open up." You opened your mouth as he asked you, then he broke off a piece and put it into your mouth. You started chewing on it while pulling a face.

"I'll make you some lunch tomorrow." Pedri looked at you chew on the rest of the protein bar while he pushed your hair out of your face. You hummed as a response and he then gave you a glass of water too.

"I forget to eat the whole time." You complained and leaned closer to pedri again. You cuddled up, closer to him to feel him by your side.

"Dont worry, it's just pretty stressful for you right now." Pedri kissed your forehead and you nodded. You both did thst whole watching the kids show thst wss on the tv.

"This is how you know we're getting old." You laughed out and he looked st you immediately. "We're watching a kids show even tho our kid isn't even near." You laughed slightly.

"We're only 25, oh my god, we're old." Pedri looked at you, a small laugh escaped your lips as you looked up at him.

"That's what I'm saying." You moved your hands up to his hair and started playing with it. Pedri looked at you while you pushed all of his hair into his face.

"When do you need to go back to practice?" You asked him, you knew that he got a few days off but you didn't know how long.

"I need to leave tomorrow around 6. I still need to pick up Gavi." Pedri kissed your temple and you turned your attention towards the tv again.

"Fuck, I need to work tomorrow. I start at 4." Pedri looked at you as you groaned and threw your head back.

"I already told you this amor" That made you look at Pedri. He stayed serious and looked directly into your eyes as you furrowed your eyebrows. "Quit your job, stay at home. You don't need to work, you know I make enough money."

"Yeah, I know you make enough money but I feel like I'll be bored staying at home the entire time." Pedri shook his head as he sunk deeper into the couch.

"Doesn't matter, come we'll go to sleep." You decided and stood up. Pedri groaned but then also stood up. You turned off the tv and started walking upstairs. Just as you wanted to walk into the bedroom the door to Isa's room opened. You and Pedri stood still and looked at her immediately.

"I'm scared." Tears were streaming down her little cheeks and Pedri immediately kneeled down to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked as you stood next to him and Isa looked up at you, turning her gaze from Pedri.

"I'm scared to sleep." She mumbled and you exhaled deeply.

"You wanna come and sleep with us?" She nodded her head and Pedri lifted her up and carried her to your shared bed.

Luckily it was big enough for the three of you, so as Pedri put her down on the bed you got on your side.

He walked over to the closet and pulled put some shorts for him to sleep in. You looked at him in the pitch dark as Isa cuddled up to you and you kissed her forehead.

Pedri took off his hoodie and you stared at him, to be honest, how could you not?

So as soon as he changed into the Barcelona shorts he also crawled into the bed and looked at Isa. Before he lied down he kissed her head and you on the lips.

"Goodnight" You yawned and he just smiled as he looked at you.

"Goodnight"

The next day you woke up at 10 am. The bed was empty and the sun was shining in through the blinds. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and then made your way downstairs. The house was empty and Noone to be seen anywhere.

Until you heard giggling coming from the pool. You looked out the huge glass windows and saw Pedri playing in the pool with Isa.

You smiled as you then made your way outside. The hot concrete burning your feet so you walked on the grass. Pedri turned to look into your direction and then looked at Isa.

"Look, mom woke up" He told her with a wide grin and she smiled immediately as she looked at you.

"Mom, you slept sooo long" Isa laughed as Pedri sat her down on the side kf the pool and she walked over to you. You sat down in the grass and she sat down in front of you.

"Why, how long have you two been awake?" You looked over at Pedri who was leaning onto the edge of the pool, his arms crossed above the edge.

You couldn't help but notice how fine he looked. The wet hair which was pushed back, the water on his biceps which looked even bigger when he crossed his arms.

"We got up at 6 am and watched the sunrise." She opened up her arms and then Pedri flashed you a smile.

"We wanted to let you sleep out, also, we made breakfast, theres some more in the kitchen." Pedri caught your gaze and you smiled as you kissed the top of your daughter's head while standing up.

"Thank you so much."

"No worries, I got you."

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allurilove · 7 months ago

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Any face claims for your OCs?

Hey anon!

I’ve stated before that I don’t really imagine anyone in particular for my yandere men, and I don’t describe them as much because you guys can actually just insert whatever man you want to imagine.

Alright, I updated this and added heights and such!

Yandere Ghost:

Age: 500-528

Height: Can manipulate his height! He can be 5’0”-9’0” tall.

Looks: For this character, I do have a description of what he looks like. Long white silky hair that comes all the way down to his ankles. He has pale skin, and you can see faint purple veins. Light pink lips and a bit of rouge on his cheeks. It’s canon that he’s a pretty individual, and he looks androgynous.

Yandere Prince:

Age: 24-26

Height: 6’5” or 195 cm.

Occupation: A bloodthirsty prince from a well off kingdom.

Looks: For this character, I do have a description of what he looks like. He’s tall and imposing with jet black hair. He has blue eyes, and is basically Prince Eric cause I was inspired by The Little Mermaid.

Yandere Neighbor:

Age: ??? Is an adult.

Height: 6’5” or 195 cm.

Occupation: A handyman!

Looks: awkward as hell.

Yandere Knight:

Age: 26-28

Height: 6'4-5” or 193 or 195 cm.

Occupation: A trusted knight that protects the princess.

Yandere Husband:

Age: 32-36

Height: 6'4" or 193 cm.

Occupation: An actuary that makes about 260k a year.

Looks: For this character, I do have a description of what he looks like. He’s a muscular man that doesn’t like to miss a day at the gym. He’s been trim all of his life, and has never had the dad-bod phase (been too busy running around and chasing Henry). I’ve stated before that his build is sort of like Miguel O’Hara, and he has those nice strong shoulders and biceps. He looks clean, proper, and professional. He also occasionally wears glasses.

Yandere Best-friend:

Age: young 20’s to late 20’s in the time jump.

Height: 6’3” or 190 cm.

Occupation: Graduated from University, and is now opening his own restaurant.

Looks: Big. He takes the gym seriously. I also envision him being like Clark Kent from Smallville. Fluffy hair, wears baggy jeans and huge shirts. He doesn’t really care about fashion and what he looks like.

Yandere Manager:

Age: ???

Height: 6’3” or 190 cm.

Occupation: The manager for famous singer reader, and other artists. He makes a pretty decent amount of money, and he never discloses you how much though.

Looks: He wears dark navy sweaters, and a nice fancy watch on his wrist so he can tell you when to come back home.

Yandere Classmate:

Nationality/Ethnicity: Polish-American

Age: 18 in first fic, now 19-20's

Height: 6'2-3" or 187 or 190 cm.

Occupation: A high-school senior in the first fic, and now a graduated college student.

Looks: For this character, I do have a description of what he looks like. He’s a blond and blue eyed man. He is broad shouldered, well-built since he’s a swimmer, and it’s canon that he’s good-looking or shall I say… gorgeous?

Yandere Chaebol:

Ethnicity: Korean

Age: 37

Height: 6’1” or 185 cm.

Occupation: His family owns gas stations, huge malls, and a tech company that creates refrigerators and air conditioners. He’s also starting to dabble into the pharmaceutical industry. Easily makes millions upon millions of dollars.

Crybaby Yandere:

Age: 20-23

Height: 6’1” or 185 cm.

Yandere Professor:

Age: 30-33

Height: 6'0" or 182 cm.

Occupation: A psychology professor that makes 80-100k a year.

Looks: Pretty much lives in his business attire 24/7, but will opt for grey sweatpants when he’s alone at his house. Hes a stern, no-nonsense man.

Calm Yandere:

Age: 25

Height: 6'0" or 182 cm.

Occupation: A fairly new veterinarian that makes about 70-90k a year.

Looks: Has dark hair.

Yandere Survivor:

Age: 28

Height: 6’0” or 182 cm.

Occupation: He was a bartender, then sort of survived a zombie apocalypse, but then got turned.

Yandere Stalker:

Age: 24-26

Height: 5'11" or 180 cm.

Occupation: He works as a freelance artist.

Looks: Lol, someone asked about his hands so here’s all ur gonna get!

Yandere Prodigy:

Age: mid-late twenties

Height: 5’11” or 180 cm.

Occupation: Violin player.

Yandere Boyfriend:

Nationality/Ethnicity: Japanese-American

Age: 18 in first fic, now 19-20's

Height: 5'10-11" or 177 or 180 cm.

Occupation: He had or has a bajillion jobs. His resume is long, but now he’s working at a cafe near his house and is loving it.

Dumb Yandere:

Age: 22-24

Height: 5'8-9" or 172 or 175 cm. ?

Occupation: He is a stay-at-home husband.

#Allurilove asks #What do my oc’s look like?#What are their heights?#some have face claims #some are perceived as mid and some are hot #yandere oc #male yandere oc's #male yandere

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workingbynyx · 1 year ago

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what i think boyfriend dick grayson would be like since i'm having a titans (brenton thwaites) brain rot happening atm ☝🏻 (probably ooc but this is what i think okay 😔💔)

i feel like dick would usually come home late at night of course, having to patrol around the city and take care of his duties as Nightwing. but he still makes an effort to wake up early to spend time together with you and even make breakfast if he has a few minutes to spare !

he'd probably be the type to plant kisses over your neck and shoulder when he sees you cooking up something in the kitchen, his arms ghosting around your waist to wrap around it then seal it with a back hug and a kiss before asking 'what're you making? could smell it all the way back there'

he is a man of CUDDLES, after a patrol he'd definitely sneak up and lay on the space you left him on the bed and gently pull your tired body against his, taking in the sight of you sleeping peacefully while he brushes his fingers over your hair AAAAAAAA

"like what you see?" everytime he works out at home and he sees you unconsciously staring at his well-built figure. he is such a tease sometimes, ugh (and you love it ☝🏻)

I can also see him being the type to not go anywhere if he doesn't give you a kiss before doing so. even if its just a quick meeting over at the titans tower, a kiss on the cheek before he leaves. oh you need onions for dinner tonight? he'll be right out the door but first, let him smooch your forehead rq. this also means goodnight kisses are essential too

isn't a big fan of movies since he rarely has the time for them, but will absolutely sit down and watch a marathon of your favourite films if he gets a day off

would take you out shopping every month, you tried to tell him off for spending too much on you but he just couldn't careless about it—as long as he sees something that fits and looks amazing on you, he'd be out by the cashier with a load of bags with clothes that you'll probably love. (And jewelry too)

dick usually wears casual fits outside like shirts that would have its sleeves hug around his huge biceps then layer it with a normal jacket and black jeans, especially during his detective days when you fell inlove with him and his stupid leather jacket. but indoors, i can see that its either he'd wear your shirts that you accidentally bought too big for yourself or just go completely shirtless.

totally random thought but i believe he probably gets head rushes sometimes and would need your assistance in getting up 😭😭

he'd encourage you to join him in working out, but it would eventually lead to a bunch of flirting and teasing from the both of you

he helps around the house when he can of course ! but you just let him get some rest more often and will insist when he tries to offer some help with sweeping the floor for example. you know how tiring the life of a vigilante is, speaking as the partner of nightwing so you want to make sure he gets the sleep and rest he missed out on during those hours he's gone

takes you out for fancy dinners even if its not an occassion, he's a firm believer that you deserve every good thing that there is whether its in food or not.

his love language is definitely physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time <3

nicknames for you: "love" "sweetheart" "babe" "little wing" "angel"

everytime he comes home with a bruise or two, he takes it to his advantage to get a close up of your pretty features as you nag at him to keep himself safe. he knew you couldn't stay mad at him for too long but he understood your frustrations. the last time he arrived with a bloody nose, swollen lip and a slice to his arm and chest was the day you thought you'd lose him, thankfully you were in the tower so you had all the resources you needed and he eventually healed quickly. dick could be a bit careless sometimes, so after the incident he instilled in himself to try and avoid serious injuries for the sake of your wellbeing.

"you know you're cute when you get mad" "dick i'm being serious! i can't lose you..." "i know², but i'm fine...as long as you're with me by my side, angel" "i swear if yo—" "shhh i'm here now, i'm in one piece. besides, its only a few scratches, i'll live another day. and I surely won't allow myself to leave you like that. not now, not ever—you understand? good...i love you, a'ight? nothing will ever change that" <3

#dick grayson #nightwing #robin #dc comics #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x gn!reader #batfam #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 5 months ago

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💖 Hi, could you write something about Evie having a crush on some boy from school or some actor or singer and Andrei losing his mind because boys aren't allowed yet for his little girl?

girl dad drei is so fun and special to me 🩷

so he’s pretty chill in the sense that he’s never been the dad that’s like “oh she’s not dating until she’s 40” because he knows that’s a toxic mentality

she’s always loved boy bands and the teeny bop actors and you and andrei always thought it was cute, the way her room is decorated with posters and stuff like that

but when evie does go to her first real boy-girl party, he’s a little apprehensive

like “what do you mean there’s going to be boys there? i thought it was her best friend’s birthday?” and evie’s like 12 or 13 at this point and starting to cop that teenage attitude but in a cheerful way so she’s like “yeah, but a bunch of boys from the class were invited too and we’re going to hang out at the pool”

and evie acts like a normal pre-teen girl does with the early attempts at flirting and hand holding and it’s nothing serious at all

and then when she’s 13-14 she has her first “boyfriend” which is literally just some boy from school that she holds hands with regularly and goes to see movies with and does homework with. it’s literally all so wholesome and adorable but andrei starts panicking

“she’s my baby! how is she growing up so fast? a boyfriend?”

and you laugh at him, teasing, knowing that this is just puppy love and there’s nothing to be worried about “remember when she always said she was going to marry brady when she grew up? and how much she hated the girlfriend pyotr had when she was like 4 or 5 because he was her ‘boyfwend’?”

andrei scowls at you and mutters “i miss those days.”

“she’s growing up, drei,” you soothe, rubbing at his back, “it’s a fact of life. and one day when she really starts dating for real, we’ll be there to guide her”

“i hate that they’re growing up so fast,” he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “let’s have another one, start fresh.”

you bark a laugh, “absolutely the fuck not! maks is five, he’s finally a real person, i will not be starting over.”

“it was just a suggestion,” andrei grumbles, laughing

when all three girls really start seriously dating, he does do the intimidating former hockey player thing when he meets the boys, crossing his arms over his chest, making sure his biceps look huge, scowling and speaking in russian to you and the girls to make sure he seems more intimidating than he actually is

#anon #asked and answered #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov headcanons #andrei svechnikov

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andypantsx3 · 2 years ago

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fingerprints | 8 | todoroki x reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 3.3k of est. 37k words | 8th of 9 chapters

summary: When you’re outed as pro hero Shouto’s soulmate on national television, there are really only two sensible things for you to do: blame someone else and run.

tags/warnings: romance, soulmate au, fluff, pining, not actually unrequited love, aged up characters, eventual smut

Cooking with Shouto turned out to be a disaster.

Though armed with a coherent recipe and what were ostensibly all the correct ingredients, what you produced barely met the metric for edibility.

Shouto, for his part, chopped ingredients as though he had never once encountered terminology such as careful and uniform, producing an array of sliced vegetables whose size varied from microscopic to nearly fist-sized. He looked so handsomely put out when you set upon him to correct his work that you had to smother a laugh into the collar of your sweater for risk of offending him further.

You, however, did not actually fare much better. Ordinarily you were a passable cook, nowhere near gifted but not quite helpless either. But the sight of Todoroki Shouto in your kitchen, sleeves rolled to his elbows and a little pout on his mouth as he concentrated, was way too distracting for you.

You missed entire steps in the recipe, only to have to circle back later, and the amount of time your eyes spent glued to Shouto’s firm biceps as he chopped meant you also missed huge swathes of time, leading to a slightly-burnt tasting sauce and overdone chicken.

Shouto made things even worse by consulting his phone, murmuring directions in his mind-numbingly low tone, so gentle and hypnotic that you forgot to listen to the actual steps.

In the end, though, it didn’t even matter. You were so pleased to just be with him, in the same space, doing something distracting together.

You loved the way he took up space in your peripheral, his broad shoulders making the kitchen seem smaller than it was. You loved the scrunch on his nose when he concentrated particularly hard, the way his elegant fingers curled around the handle of the knife, the way he’d lean in close to you to get something at your side.

He was such good, easy company, and it made you fall even more helplessly in love with him than you already were.

The two of you ate stuffed together at your coffee table, reaping the inedibility that you had sown, but you found yourself too satisfied to care. Shouto, too, did not look like he minded much that whatever you made probably in no way approximated the recipe Fuyumi had given him.

When it was finally time for him to go, Shouto leaned in and drew you into another hug, pressing you tightly against him once again.

It made your head swim with all of the questions that were beginning to crop up about this new phase of your relationship. About what it meant that you’d been exposed, and things were only going to get more public from here. About what it meant that Shouto was getting notably free with your person. About what it meant that he’d bought you a property for your animal rescue, and had roped his own mother into helping him fund it for you.

None of those things had seemed at all possible just twenty-four hours ago—and yet here you were, a publicly-recognizable, thoroughly-hugged future owner of an animal rescue.

Shouto left with a final press of his fingers to the skin of your hand, watching raptly as the color flooded your skin. He leveled a kneecap-shattering smile at you, and promised to see you soon.

And then he left you alone, feeling better, but with about a zillion more questions than you’d had to start with.

The ensuing weeks only made things more confusing.

You were mostly confined to your apartment as the Todoroki Agency did its level best to combat the rampant speculation on your identity and the nature of your relationship to Shouto. The tack they seemed to be taking so far was that Yoshizuki Ayumi’s speculations were intended specifically to hype up sales of her book, and were not grounded in any true knowledge of who Shouto had come into contact with that day.

Shouto’s terrifying manager was in the news daily, running circles around the press in her little pearl set and tight ponytail. You knew it was only a matter of time until the truth was fully revealed, and you’d have been more sorry to her if Shouto hadn’t sent you a litany of texts implying she was having the time of her life cooking and eating reporters for breakfast.

Shouto continued to text you updates from his patrols, pictures of things he’d seen, lunches he’d eaten, cats he’d rescued from trees. He called you after every shift, sometimes directly after, and you’d hear the unbuckling of his uniform in the background, the rustle of cloth as it slid off him.

Those phone calls gave heart palpitations of the worst sort, though not as bad as when Shouto himself turned up at your apartment, greeting the rotation of heroes who’d taken to guarding your neighborhood. You met an entire slew of heroes you’d only ever heard of—Mudman, Lizardy, and most excitingly, Cellophane, all of whom you learned had been Shouto’s classmates at UA.

You spent your free hours consolidating your rescue funding plan, and working with a contact Shouto had provided on the plans to remodel the building he’d purchased. You tried to keep costs down, already overwhelmed by the amount of debt you were in to him, but Shouto seemed to have stipulated to the contractor that no dollar amounts were to be provided to you.

You reamed him out over text once you’d figured it out, only to be immediately steamrolled into silence by a selfie of Shouto with Princess, her cream-and-orange face pressed contentedly up against his inhumanly handsome one. Your mind blanked once confronted with that kind of cuteness, and you couldn’t think of a single thing to text back that wouldn’t give away how horrifyingly whipped you were.

Shouto was notably smug the next time you saw him.

You also worked up the nerve to start cold-calling possible donors to the rescue, armed with an opening date and operational model. You registered for non-profit status, drowning in heaps of government paperwork. You posted job listings for volunteers and full-timers, and reached out to Mari to gauge her interest. Handed in my 2 weeks!!, she texted you immediately.

You set up an accounting system and budget, a mission statement, and got in touch with every kennel, shelter, and veterinary office within thirty kilometers, alerting them to the impending opening of your rescue, your policies, and your capacity.

It was unbelievable that you were finally getting to do the thing you had always wanted to do, and that Todoroki Shouto—your soulmate—had made it happen for you.

And that left you with the final, most dizzying question of your relationship to him.

Because Shouto was being confusing as hell.

It still needled you, weeks into these new developments, that everything Shouto was doing for you was too much. It was absolutely beyond what a normal friend would do for someone, even if that friend was as rich and well-known as Shouto was. Opening an animal rescue on someone’s behalf itself was huge, and possibly within the bounds of platonicness and professionalism if you squinted. Maybe.

But Shouto was in touch so constantly that you wondered how he had time for anyone else. The end-of-shift calls were long, sometimes taking you both hours into the evening as you chatted idly while you cooked, while you cleaned, while Shouto played with Princess. When he spoke, he mentioned time with his mother and sister and his friends, but nothing about time with Yaoyorozu Momo, and between all the time he spent on shift, sleeping, and speaking to you, you thought he had very little time left.

He was more forward than ever, too, sitting close whenever you were together, pressing his fingers to your skin in greeting or in parting. But he never made any particular move that might be construed as romantic—he never moved in to kiss you, even if sometimes (very privately) you thought he looked almost like he was waiting again.

You didn’t know what to make of it. All of it taken together–the gifts, the rescue, the time together, the personal space—it all seemed too unbelievable. You knew you were just an aggressively plain, average girl, and the daily tweets that were still flung your way confirmed that. But Shouto made you feel—made you feel—

He made you feel different. Special. Precious.

Confused as hell.

It was the impending release of Yoshizuki Ayumi’s book, however, that pushed things to a head. Though Shouto’s agency had been able to delay the book and cast doubt on Ayumi’s publicity efforts, there were no legal grounds on which the book might be stopped altogether. And you honestly didn’t think that would have been fair, even if there had been. Technically, she wasn’t wrong. And technically, you had thrown her under the bus first, all those months ago.

You didn’t like the thought of being publicly known.

But you had been able to avoid it long enough to get to know Shouto naturally, organically, peacefully, without any of the pressure of public opinion that might have otherwise altered the nature of your relationship, ambiguous as it was. And when you thought about it deeply enough, that’s all you really could have asked for.

It was roughly a week from the revised book release date when Shouto told you the agency would need to make a definitive statement once and for all. And then he shocked you.

“I will leave it up to you,” he told you, one evening in his living room, where he’d finally been able to smuggle you for a change of scenery.

Princess had seemed thrilled to see you when you’d arrived, surprisingly, almost twice the size of when you’d seen her last and looking more haughty and elegant than ever. She’d padded over to give you a greeting sniff, and had immediately seized the hem of your pants with her claws, a familiar routine. You’d sank onto Shouto’s couch and let her highness do her worst to the bottom of your jeans.

“You what?” you’d echoed, staring at him in the soft buttery light of his lamps.

Shouto watched you carefully, his handsome face solemn. “I have thought about it,” he said in his low, soft tone. It was gentler than ever, and yet strangely shuttered, as though he didn’t want to betray any of his own opinion in his voice.

“I will not pressure you to be my soulmate publicly,” he said. “There are options. If you wish it, I can tell the public we are not. I can tell them I am a donor to your rescue and our relationship is purely professional. I have discussed it with my manager. It would be feasible that we would have spoken in debriefs after the attack, and that I’d identified your rescue as a charitable cause for the agency to invest in.”

The idea of continued privacy was admittedly tempting, but you did not like the carefully blank look on Shouto’s face as he continued. “However, we would be watched after that. I…We would no longer be able to meet like this,” he said.

He paused a long time, before finally adding, “I would do it, if that was what you wanted. It will be…difficult for you, once you are known, you can never regain that privacy again. I do not want you to have to experience that.”

You sat there, shocked by the idea. You hated the idea of not getting to see Shouto like this anymore. Much as you’d resisted it at first, you loved the time spent with him–how easy, effortless, comfortable it was–yet heady, thrilling, exciting. He took up so much of your headspace every day, the person you wanted to run to with news, the person you wanted to turn to when things felt overwhelming. Even if he wasn’t in love with you the way you’d always wanted your soulmate to be, the thought of giving him up just like that was unbearable.

But you also couldn’t help but wonder, privately, if there was anything else that motivated Shouto’s saying so. You knew he cared for you—there could be no doubt, after everything these past few weeks—but if he really did have a girlfriend, if he really was committed to someone else, if you really could never fit into his life the way you had always wanted…

You didn’t know how to weigh it. Your privacy vs the uncertain balance of this soulmate relationship. Your disbelief that Shouto meant for you to feel as special as you sometimes did versus the unshakeable feeling that he did mean it.

You needed more time. More information. More perspective—

You wanted to choose Shouto. You knew you did. You just wanted to be sure that Shouto wanted you, more than anything, to choose him too.

There was one last thing you wanted to scope out, you thought, before you made the choice that would define your relationship forever. One last corner of his life that you hadn’t been directly privy to, to figure out how you would fit into it, and what his relationship was to everyone once and for all.

You summoned up the courage and turned to Shouto, as Princess victoriously tugged a thread free from your jeans, letting out an ugly yowl that nearly drowned out your next few words: “I think…Shouto, would it be okay if I met your friends?”

The former members of UA’s hero classes gathered biweekly at a dive bar downtown. Chargebolt and Red Riot had apparently picked it shortly after graduation for the central location and cheap drinks that paired well with a brand new pro hero’s meager starting wage.

Over the years, most everyone from Classes A and B had rocketed their way up the ranks, but they had become so accustomed to and so unreasonably fond of the place, that it was still their go-to meeting spot almost a decade onwards. It certainly looked divey from the window, dark and dim, decorated mainly in neon beer brand signs and crammed with cheap stools and tables bearing decades of scratches.

Despite its shabby appearance, your spine still prickled with nerves as you approached, Shouto a long, lean shadow beside you.

“What is it, love?” he asked, leaning in.

Your heartbeat kicked into your throat. He’d been calling you that so much lately—love—and every time it sent your head spinning. You really didn’t think it was all that platonic of a nickname, and it was just another reason you had to make sure this evening that Shouto really meant for you to choose him.

The back of his hand pressed to yours, and you gratefully seized it, shuffling a little nearer to him like you could absorb his calm demeanor if you were just close enough. Your whole body prickled with awareness of his hand in yours, those long, pretty fingers gripping you carefully. You didn’t look down, but you knew the pads of your fingers were leaving smudges of color all along each other’s skin.

“I’m just a little nervous,” you admitted. “I want to make a good impression.”

Shouto’s heterochromatic gaze picked over you carefully, and he bent his head to look you in the face. “You already have.”

You looked at him curiously, and he took a step forward, gently tugging you with him, steering you into the bar’s interior. You could have sworn you saw the tip of Shouto’s right ear go a little pink against the white of his hair.

“You were all the Class A group chat would talk about, when it first happened,” he said, his tone carefully blank. “Some of them quite liked that you made me give chase.” You thought if his tone wasn’t so meticulously devoid of emotion, he might sound like he was pouting.

“Hell fucking yeah we did, that was the funniest shit I had ever seen!” a bright voice chirped, and suddenly a wide smile and electric yellow hair were filling up your vision. “I’m Kaminari Denki,” the man introduced himself, and you realized you were speaking to pro hero Chargebolt. He appeared to be attempting to blind you with a million watt smile. “I’m a huge fan of the running.”

You took his proffered hand and gave your own name, unable to help laughing. “I didn’t really mean to leave him there like that. I just panicked.”

Kaminari’s smile widened and he was joined by Mina Ashido—pro hero Pinky—who grinned brightly at you too. “I think it did him a little good,” she whispered conspiratorially. “He’s never had to chase a girl in his life.”

Your face heated at the implication, and Shouto’s fingers tightened in yours almost possessively. Mina just looked at him and laughed, blowing him an apologetic kiss, and then turned and beckoned you over to the corner that Class A had taken over. They’d pushed several tables together and dragged over some stools from the bar, and a dozen members were already present, sipping beers, chatting and laughing, some of them waving invitingly.

Mina found you a seat between her and pro hero Cellophane—Sero Hanta, who you’d already met a few times on duty at your apartment, who fist-bumped you in greeting, smiling his huge toothy grin. Then he turned and fist-bumped Shouto, who looked long used to this treatment.

“Shouto, man, good to see you. Even better to see you, Y/N,” he said. He introduced you to the rest of the people at the table—which included some truly dizzying names, like Midoriya Izuku, the number one hero Deku, who smiled sweetly at you from beneath wild green curls, waving a heavily scarred hand.

It wasn’t even a minute before Mina was plonking some aggressively pink drink in front of you—”My favorite, trust me you will love it!”—and you were immediately absorbed into the group’s conversation, like you’d always been there.

They were a friendly, rowdy, extremely tight-knit bunch, as anyone would be, after all they’d been through together as a class. You were fascinated by the dynamic—Shouto was alternately roasted within an inch of his life and indulged as the baby of the group—all it took was a little pout from him and he instantly got whatever he wanted. You appreciated that you weren’t the only one who was helpless against him.

When Shouto ordered his first drink—something fruity, served in a voluptuously curvy poco grande and garnished with a rainbow of fruits and a little umbrella—Kaminari seemed to start down the well-worn grooves of an old conversation. “So secure in his masculinity,” he sighed as Shouto sipped, his long fingers toying with the pink umbrella. You stifled a fond smile in the collar of your jacket.

Mina kept you in a steady rotation of luridly-colored, juice-heavy drinks, all of which Shouto seemed to want a sip from, and you slowly relaxed into the ease of everyone’s company. You thought maybe you did have a place in Shouto’s life, could fill the space at his side, and it would be as easy as breathing.

You just needed to confirm one more thing.

You were on your third drink, beginning to smile a little bit goofily, when the door blew open and in walked the final piece of your mission this evening. She was tall, elegant, and as dangerously curved as Shouto’s poco grande glass had been, her hair pulled up in her iconic dark ponytail, swinging daintily.

Yaoyorozu Momo: pro hero Creati.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shoto x you

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cloudgyubi · 8 months ago

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Thoughts on top 3 gyuvin kinks?

im gonna start by saying that i personally see gyuvin as the embodiment of a switch leaning dominant, and with that being said here's my take on his top3 kinks for when he's feeling more dominant and for when he's more on the submissive side.

a/n: i havent listed the kinks in a specific order; also, not proofread. let me know your takes about this in the comments / reblogs or in my inbox!

> nsfw - mdni. more under the cut!

dom!gyuvin

praise: we all know that gyuvin is often, if not always, seen as a silly boy and it seems hard for people to take him seriously - both when it comes to his job or his personality and emotions in general; that's why i think he's heavy on receiving compliments and praise. tell him he's making you feel good, go hard on the “that's it baby, keep going”s and he's gonna fuck you real good. he thrives on being the best for you because he knows you will take him seriously at all times and he needs to thank you for that, and what's better than making you cum on his cock? he's also big on the giving side though, let's not forget about this. he's always whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and reminding you how much of a good pet you're being for him every single time you manage to take him whole and that brings us to the next point.

size kink: are we even surprised? man is 186cm tall, his hands are 20,4cm each and him going to the gym and pumping up just does it. gyuvin goes crazy when you hug him and place your chin on his chest, especially when you look up at him with those big doe eyes of yours; when you get on your knees just for him and he gets to see you all pretty and small under his huge body, he goes nuts. he matches his height with yours, cups your face with just one hand and smirks knowing that you too get off knowing he can manhandle you as much as he wants. me being part of the gyuvin big dick agenda (oops 🤭), i'll say he goes crazy every single time you try so hard to take him whole in your mouth and fail. he loves seeing you all teary eyed and just messy, spit and pre-cum on your chin and lips. all the little gasps and whimpers you let out when he tries to bottom out in you? don't even get me started. when he puts his hand on your neck and just wraps his long slender fingers around it - he doesn't even squeeze, he just looks at how small you look compared to him and that gets him rock hard.

dacryphilia: gyuvin feels sick. why this out of all kinks he could have - he doesn't want to enjoy seeing you cry for him. he's not maniac about it though, he lets you cry on his shoulders when something is wrong, he lets you go all out on his chest while he caresses you - but whenever you happen to shed a couple tears while he's fucking you in missionary, he's always twitching inside of you and licking the tear stains on your cheeks as he hits your sweet spot harder and harder, making you cry out even more. as i said before, when you're giving him head he's always making sure you're keeping eye contact either by gripping your hair or squeezing your cheeks to keep your head in place - he can't miss the way your eyes fill up with tears threatening to stain your puffy cheeks. he's always fighting the urge to go deeper into your throat just to see all those pretty tears fall out of your eyes, but he can't hurt his pretty baby (but you take him deeper yourself regardless).

sub!gyuvin

bondage: gyuvin can't keep his hands off of you, he's always so excited about making you feel good that he just can't stay still - so when you tie his hands to the bed headboard, he gets sulky at first, he begs to let him go. since he can't always have his way by giving you puppy eyes, you do untie his hands just so you can make him even prettier by using the same red rope to tie his biceps to his torso, making the cutest heart shape on his abdomen. he feels caged, he wants to touch you, he needs to - but the moment you start slowly feeling him up and calling him pretty, that's when he gets all red and shy. he can't cover his face, he feels so exposed... and he loves it. he likes the first time you give him head while being tied up, overstimulating him to tears - and he loves when the next time you tie him up, you use his cock for your own pleasure. the thing he wants the most is to make you feel good and make you cum as many times as you need, and if you need him to stay still and use him - he can't be more happy.

face riding (afab!reader): as i just said, gyuvin thrives on being the best for you and making you feel good - it makes him feel better on an emotional note. but the first time you actually use his mouth to get off... he thinks he's never been this hard in his entire life. pretty boy lets his tongue out, lets you use it while he sucks on your folds and hums on your pussy as you whimper whenever your clit bumps his nose. when you grip his hair with one hand to steady yourself and use the other one to jerk him off - he feels so overwhelmed. he squeezes your thighs and your ass as he helps you move on his face, he doesn't even care that he's running out of breath right now - he could only dream of passing out while having his face between your legs anyway.

edging: “baby, it'll feel better when i'll let you cum later. you trust me, right?” - that's what you said to him the first time you edged him and he was all shaky and teary eyed while asking just why you did that to him when he was so close. he's your pretty puppy, of course he trusts you so he lets you be, and he tries not to care if it hurts because you're doing it for him... right? he waits so long, he gets so close to cumming in your mouth but you just don't let him. so when he asks you so so prettily to just let him cum, he begs for it with trembling words and light whimpers... you jerk him off slow and steady while you sit on his thighs and look at him in the most loving way. you scan his body and can't help but lick your lips as you follow your hand movements, noticing how red and swollen his tip has gotten. he catches your expressions with the corner of his eyes - at least, before his vision gets all white when he finally feels that damn relief he was chasing all night. he cries. he's overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he's feeling, and when he manages to catch his breath and his vision gets better - he sees how much you're loving it (and also sees how much of a mess he made on his abs and your hand with his cum, you both love it). he loves seeing you all excited like this and he loves feeling like he can pass out of pleasure, so he can't wait until you edge him again.

#zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone smut #zerobaseone x reader #🎀 cloudgyubi.jebewon #🎀 cloudgyubi.kgv

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cactusnymph · 1 year ago

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the right ingredients

Even when he was a child himself Gale was never good at dealing with other children. Burying himself in books all day and using the biggest words he could find to sound impressive and to be as precise as he could never really resonated with most other children—or adults, for that matter.

So when Tav walks over with a child in tow as he carefully cuts some onions for tonight’s dinner, Gale is wary. She is scrawny, with a mop of red hair and two differently colored eyes. The most important thing about her is the fat, fluffy cat at her side, staring at him with huge eyes as if he might throw it in the soup at any second.

“Gale, this is Yenna. She’s staying with us for a while. I thought she could help you cook?”, Tav says with a smile. Gale wishes that smile wouldn’t turn his brain into something that feels much like the bubbling soup in the cauldron looks. He clears his throat.

“Uh—“, he starts, unsure of what he wants to say. The child looks so big-eyed that Gale is afraid she might start crying at any second and that would most likely be even worse than having her cut some carrots. “Have you ever cooked before?”

She shuffles and nods.

“Yes, I’m real good at it! I can make all kinds of stuff. Porridge and omelets and squash soup and—“

As Yenna continues to list a total of eleven dishes she can cook, Tav rustles her hair with a soft look on their face that makes Gale’s insides tingle. Oh, he wishes he didn’t feel the unnecessary pang of jealousy just because he wants them to touch his hair and smile at him the same way. Emotions are to terribly silly.

Gale coughs.

“Well, that sounds very impressive indeed. Yenna, was it? I suppose I can make way for an assistant. Usually I don’t allow others to interfere in my nightly cooking, but! Since our fearless leader recommended your prowess I shall—“

He stops himself as Tav looks at him with an amused smile.

“Right��, he says, catching himself. “How about you peel some of those potatoes over there?”

“Yes! I can do that, sir!”

“Mind me sitting here while you work?”, Tav asks, their head tipped in Gale’s direction. Once again he marvels at the fact that he never really spent much time with anyone, let alone a Tiefling. Tav’s dark blue skin is not unlike the nightsky, especially with the white freckles covering their entire face and their muscular arms. Gale would like to pretend that he does not spend innumerable minutes of every single day staring at their biceps. But he would be lying to himself, of course.

He allows himself to follow the curvature of their horns and gaze at their glowing white eyes before turning to Yenna.

“So, I see you have a cat companion! As do I. What’s their name?”

“This is Grub”, Yenna says, her tongue sticking out between her lips as she peels a large potato that looks even bigger in her tiny hands. “He’s shy. What’s your cat’s name?”

Gale carefully dumps some sliced onions into the bubbling liquid.

“Her name is Tara. She’s been my companion for a long time and I miss her dearly.”

Yenna smiles at him. She has a front tooth missing.

“Do you also have a cat?”, she asks Tav who is casually chewing on a piece of carrot.

“No, I don’t. Always wanted one, but my pops was allergic”, Tav says with a rueful sigh. Gale notices that their eyes linger on Grub but they keep their respectful distance. Considering Tav’s habit of speaking to every single animal they come across Gale can imagine that they asked permission to pet Grub—and were denied.

Yenna is quiet for a while as she peels potatoes and Gale does his best not to comment on the uneven peeling. He can imagine that Tav would not appreciate him reprimanding a child for less than optimal peeling techniques.

Usually Gale doesn’t allow anyone else to intrude on his cooking, but he has to admit that it’s not too bad to keep his territorial habits in check for a bit, if just to bask in the delightful companionship of Tav. And even though Gale usually doesn’t deal well with children, Yenna doesn’t seem to mind his presence or the way he speaks.

She asks for the meaning of every ‘big’ word that he uses and listens intently as he explains and Tav watches the two of them with a glint in their white eyes.

“This smells so good already”, Yenna sighs and sniffs the air with her eyes closed. “Can I stir it?”

“Certainly”, Gale allows and Yenna grabs the big wooden spoon excitedly before dunking it into the soup. Gale doesn’t cringe. He doesn’t. This is a child in distress that deserves every piece of distraction she can get. Gale can let her stir his soup even though she stirs it as if the spoon is running away from a goblin horde.

“Maybe in the morning you could teach me how to make a proper omelet”, Gale says and Yenna almost drops the spoon into the soup.

“Really?”, she says, her eyes impossibly big. It makes Gale’s heart melt. He might not be well equipped to deal with children but their joy is something precious to behold.

“Absolutely! One should never stop to acquire new skills and knowledge”, Gale says with a nod and a little bow that makes Yenna giggle. Finally, she hands him back the spoon and sits cross-legged on the floor next to the fire as she watches him season their dinner, asking about every single herb he adds to the cauldron.

It takes him a while to notice Tav looking at him with a soft expression on their face.

“Now why are you looking at me like that?”, he can’t help but ask. Tav laughs quietly and shrugs.

“Nothing. Just appreciating your efforts”, they say. Gale would love to hear more about what exactly it is that Tav appreciates, but Yenna is still watching him intently so he goes back to holding out a fresh sage leaf to her so she can smell and taste it before he adds it to the soup.

As the smell of his soup spreads through the entire camp the rest of their colorful band of misfits starts gathering around.

“Well, well, well, Gale, have you finally found your match in the kitchen?”, Wyll says, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he settles down next to Tav on the ground.

Gale waves his spoon.

“Yenna has hereby been promoted to assistant chef”, he answers and Yenna beams.

“I will teach Sir Gale how to make an omelet tomorrow!”, she proclaims proudly, Grub now curled in her lap.

“Very impressive! I can’t wait to taste it”, Wyll says with a smile and winks at Yenna.

“Maybe I can also learn how to make some pie! I love pie. Mister Gale, Sir, can you teach me how to make pie?”

Gale thinks that it seems so mundane compared to everything else he’s been doing with his life up to this point. To sit here, around a fire, stirring a soup for a group of people who—in another life—would never have been in his inner social circle, being asked by a child for cooking lessons. It’s so different from everything Gale has experienced while he was with Mystra.

It’s trivial. It’s simple.

And yet it makes his heart sing in an entirely new way.

“I will have you know, I make the very best cherry pie in all of Waterdeep, young lady”, he says with a little flourish, using the spoon to underline his words dramatically. Yenna claps full of excitement. Grub purrs, Tav laughs and Wyll and Karlach shake their heads about his exaggeration.

And for this moment in time Gale thinks that he could be happy after all.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #yenna #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #mi writes #bg3 spoilers #(for act 3 but mostly in the form of yenna the character)

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