#anon i totally get the glasses kink now

[hlxtn]

Osamu's laid back and knows all the good spots to get food after going out to party. He hangs out with Suna from time to time and definitely is as much of a flirt as Atsumu can be. He secretly wears glasses to read, but usually forgets them at home (Is my glasses kink showing yet). He tends to sleep in too long, so he often shows up to class in grey sweatpants and a lazy shirt that dip a little too low to not be sexual, showing off collar bones and love bites (that you left there, duh)

GAAAAHHHHHHHHH BRUH IM ON THE VERGE OF DROPPING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY PROJECT TO DRAW THIS SAMU RN OHGOD

[wholoveseggs]

Kinktober - {Day Five} {<- kinktober masterlist}

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{Stefan Salvatore x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: I was thinking smth along the lines of Stefan coming home hoping to find reader awake, but instead they’d gone to bed without him. He’d been riled up for most of the day and was waiting to come to them to satisfy that, and seeing as he and reader had previously discussed the possibility of trying out sex while sleeping he thought this could be a good opportunity to test the waters. This was just my first thought for the plot, but it’s totally up to you!

1.5k words - Kinks: Stefussy being Stefussy, somnophilia (consensual), breeding kink & praise kink...

Another chaotic day in Mystic Falls had finally come to a close and Stefan was exhausted. He couldn't wait to get home, pour himself a glass of bourbon and spend the rest of the evening cuddled up next to you. It's been so long since the two of you have been able to have some alone time, and he was going to savor every second of it.

When Stefan walked into the boarding house, it was completely dark, not a single light was on, but he could hear your soft breaths from your shared bedroom. When he walked up the stairs, he noticed that the door was slightly cracked.

He entered the bedroom quietly, taking off his shirt and pants, throwing them in the laundry basket and then walked over to the bed. He smiled when he saw you, curled up under the blankets, your hands tucked under your head. He pulled back the covers, revealing the fact that you were only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.

A few nights ago, after a glass of wine or two, you and Stefan talked about what the other liked. You told him that you were curious about trying sex while you were sleeping. You said you thought it would be hot, not knowing what was going to happen to you while you slept.

He knew this was the perfect opportunity to fulfill your fantasy. So he gently ran his fingers up your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your warm, soft skin. He slipped his hand underneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts in his hand and gently massaging it, his thumb brushing over your nipple, making it pebble. You let out the softest little whimper, and it went straight to Stefan's cock.

"Let's get you out of these," he whispered, tugging on the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, and tossing them on the floor. "Such a good girl for me, baby."

You let out a quiet sigh, shifting slightly in your sleep and rubbing your thighs together, seeking any sort of friction. He placed his hand on your knee, pushing your legs open slightly, slowly dipping his hand down towards your core.

"Stef...," you whimpered, letting out a soft moan when he brushed his fingers over your clit.

"I've got you, baby," Stefan whispered, he leaned against the headboard and pulled you closer, resting your back against his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist. Trying his best not to wake you just yet.

You whimpered, your hips bucking into his hand, and Stefan smiled. He was glad to know that even when you were sleeping, your body still reacted to him.

"I'm gonna open you up now, okay lovely?"

You nodded in your sleep, letting out another moan. Stefan dipped his fingers down to your cunt, gently pressing a finger into your pussy, and groaning at how tight you were. Your hips jerked and Stefan let out a deep breath, "such a good girl."

"More," you whined. Stefan grinned, gently adding a second finger, his cock getting impossibly hard as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your body accepting him so easily.

"God, I can't wait to get inside of you, darling. You feel so good around my fingers," Stefan praised. He continued fingering you, his hand on your hip keeping you in place as you squirmed and moaned, still in a half-asleep state.

After a few minutes, Stefan could tell you were getting close. He could see your brow furrowed in pleasure, and your mouth parted as you moaned. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine and your eyes flutter.

"Stef..." You slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him, a dazed expression on your face.

"Hey, baby." He kissed you on the forehead. "I'm right here, you were so good, do you want more?"

You nodded, snuggling closer into his embrace. Stefan smiled, moving you so you were on your back again, and spread your legs open. He pushed your shirt up, and started licking and sucking on your breasts, his hand once again between your legs.

You giggled, running a hand through his hair, and tugging on the ends, "this is such a nice wake up call."

Stefan chuckled, "I'm glad."

He trailed kisses down your body, his lips leaving a wet trail along your skin. He had already gotten you so worked up, you didn't need any more teasing.

You tugged on his hair, pulling his lips from your stomach and bringing his mouth back up to meet yours, kissing him passionately. You wrapped a leg around his waist, trying to pull him closer.

Stefan let out a groan, kissing you back with as much fervor, grinding his cock against your core. You reached down, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance, trying to push him in.

"I've got you, sweetheart." Stefan broke the kiss, and slowly eased into you, the both of you moaning at the sensation.

He set a gentle pace, his hands slotting with yours, holding them above your head and interlacing your fingers with his. He was always so intense in the way he fucked you, but this was different. It was soft, and sweet, and slow, he wanted to make it last.

"Stefan," you whimpered. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hips moved to meet his thrusts.

"Open your eyes, baby. Look at me," Stefan whispered. You obeyed, opening your eyes, and gazing up at him. You could see all the emotions swirling around in his deep, green eyes, the way he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, it was so intimate.

You leaned up, and kissed him, the kiss quickly deepening, as the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure.

"You're too good for me," he groaned against your lips. "In another life, I would fill you with my babies, fuck, you'd look so good round with our child."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer, "keep talking."

Stefan growled, "you want that? Want me to fill your tight little pussy with my cum, until it takes root and grows a baby?"

You nodded, your cunt clenching around him at his words, "yes, yes. Fuck, I need it."

He groaned at your words, his hips stilling, and filling you with his cum. "Shit, sorry."

You smiled, "why are you apologizing? That was really hot."

Stefan's cock was still inside of you, his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, he could already feel himself getting hard again, and moved to pull out, only to be stopped by you, "you're not finished Mr. Salvatore," you smiled.

He smiled, his hands gripping your hips, and he thrusted into you again, making you gasp and moan, "that's a good girl, taking my cock so well, fuck."

You whimpered, gripping onto his shoulders, and grinding your hips into his. Stefan leaned down, pressing his lips against yours once more, groaning into your mouth.

"So full of my cum, being so good for me," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt a warmth spread through you, and a familiar feeling starting to build in your core as he fucked you into the mattress.

He leaned back, his thumb grazing your clit, and pressing down, "come for me, baby."

You let out a low moan, your legs shaking as you came, his name falling from your lips, over and over again. Stefan groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and filling you once more.

You were both panting and covered in sweat, as you came down from your high. He placed gentle kisses all over your face, and stroked his hand through your hair.

"Are you okay, lovely?"

You nodded, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his, "I'm more than okay."

Stefan smiled, kissing you softly, before rolling onto his side, and pulling you into his arms. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead, before snuggling into the blankets, and closing his eyes.

“Don't tell me you're tired,” you teased, a grin forming on your lips.

He let out a sleepy grunt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Shut up,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“That's so unfair Stef! Waking me up in the middle of the night, only to fall asleep and leave me alone.”

“Mmm, sorry,” he said, his voice muffled.

“It's okay, I'll forgive you if you give me one more round,” you whispered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his jaw.

“You're insatiable,” he muttered, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

You laughed, rolling him over, and straddling his hips, “maybe a little... But it's your fault,” you said, kissing him softly.

Stefan smiled, placing his hands on your hips, and squeezing gently, ready to please you in any way he could.

“That's alright with me.”

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[sutorus]

imagine having a sleep over at megumis and toji decides to steal you away once he finally passes out 😮‍💨 his shirts and sweats probably have cigarettes burns in them

you gave me sm toji brain rot

-🫧 anon

we gave each other toji brainrot anon 🤝 kind of a part 2 to the kinktober toji fic

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, unprotected, mild daddy kink, some anal play, degradation, toji being toji

you’re shifting on your feet, lips trapped between your teeth as you ring the doorbell. you’re early to the sleepover by a full hour.

you don’t know what you want to expect. if it’s toji, sitting on the couch, glass of some cheap shit on the armrest and hand tucked into his sweats.

or if it’s megumi, waiting at the door, bowl of popcorn by his hip and tv blasting because his dad isn’t home to scowl about the noise.

megumi does open the door. and toji does sit there.

and somehow, that’s the least likely, worst case scenario.

“hey,” megumi greets you, stepping aside to let you in.

toji doesn’t spare you a glance, so you let your eyes travel all over him. his bare feet propped up on the center table, his arm behind his head and fingers scratching his hair.

megumi notices you looking and — thankfully — only clicks his tongue, believing you’re just as irritated at his father’s presence as he is.

and are you? you’re unsure.

you don’t know how to face toji. you don’t know how to interact with him anymore, if you even should.

you sleep over at megumi’s house all the time, but right now you suddenly forgot how it even goes. do you take your shoes off at the genkan? do you leave your bag by the door?

you decide to just walk to megumi’s room wordlessly, taking the long way behind the couch as to not block toji’s view from the tv.

this doesn’t go unnoticed by either men.

megumi follows you inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on his bed.

“so are we starting with the first movie?” he flips his laptop open. “it’s the best one, anyway.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” you sit down beside him hesitantly.

you’re just now noticing how much megumi and toji look alike and it’s freaking you out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you today?” blunt as always. blunt as toji.

“huh? dude, chill,” you lie down, placing the laptop on your lap. megumi eyes you suspiciously before lying down beside you. “i just didn’t sleep much last night.”

“right,” he says, skeptical but disinterested, and presses play.

every minute of the movie is torture — on the screen and in your head.

around the beginning of saw iii, megumi orders pizza. him, you and toji eat in silence.

complete silence. he doesn’t even look at you.

why isn’t he looking at you? you’re in your pajamas already. no bra. short shorts. you thought you’d both established that that worked on him.

toji wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets up, with a grunted clean up when you’re done.

it’s so frustrating, the total lack of attention, and you’re starting to get pent up. settling back down next to megumi to watch fucking saw iv and hear him question the viability of each trap drives you crazier by the minute.

when you finally tuck in for the night, you’re anything but relaxed.

what happened to “you have one more hole for me to wreck don’t you”? toji’s so full of shit, probably too drunk to even get it up tonight anyway.

it’s those angry thoughts that lull you to slumber, regret settling deep in your gut for having ever let that horrible man inside you.

not long after you fall asleep, however, you’re stirred awake, a soft, sake-soaked breeze blowing over your face.

you crack one eye open, no surprise in your gaze because who else could it be.

toji’s smirking, crouched down, eyes searching all over your sleeping form. it sends a chill down your spine.

what do you want, you mouth to him, anger persisting against the arousal already starting to build within you.

his grin grows wider, wilder. he gets up slowly and beckons with two fingers, and like the silly fucking slut you are, you follow.

you — not toji — make sure to gingerly close the door to megumi’s room before you turn around to face him. or rather, face his chest, the flimsy cloth littered with cigarette burns that covers those muscles you finally got to know so well.

“hello?” is all you can manage to say.

he loves your indignation, loves the brattiness, will love to fuck it out of you tonight, too.

“what, don’t want it?”

you roll your eyes.

“you had to wait until megumi’s right there to say you wanna do it?” your focus wavers as he runs his hands up and down your waist. “you couldn’t have pulled me aside before?”

toji presses his leer to the side of your throat, caging you in against the wall right by the door. you let out a soft moan, hands already reaching for his arms.

“had to make sure you two weren’t gettin’ it on,” he growls into the crock of your neck, making you grimace in disgust. “i don’t like to share my toys, y’know.”

“ew, he’s your son,” the irony in your statement isn’t lost on you, the person you should actually be ewing at.

you push him away and the feeling of his abs under your palms is enough to break any rest of resolve you had in you.

toji lets out a low, satisfied laugh, throwing his head back. “exactly why i worry.”

soon enough, and unsusprisingly, he has you bent over the kitchen island, pussy stretched out and dripping on his thick cock.

“shut the fuck up,” he keeps saying when you moan, only to fuck you harder and faster and deeper.

the furniture is digging into your belly, your forearms skidding on the top. you whine softly, angling your hips so he can hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“ohhh yeah, fuck back into me,” he grabs your hair and you let out a yelp, punished with a blow to your ass. still, you do as you’re told, the sounds of your skin slapping against his growing louder, quicker.

“t-touch me, touch me, make me cum,” you beg in a desperate whisper, head straining in his grip.

toji laughs, dragging his cock out of you slowly before plunging all the way back in.

“shut up, slut,” and god, why is that so hot to you, “last i checked you weren’t in a position to make demands.”

you whimper, trying to snake a hand down your clit to do it yourself.

suddenly, toji stops.

“ah, that reminds me,” he slowly, torturously slowly to make you feel every inch of him, pulls out of you completely. then he pokes your asshole with the head of his cock.

“no,” you say in a panicked breath, trying to turn around in his grip. “no, no, not today, definitely not right now no—“

“shhh, fuck, be quiet,” he wraps his entire forearm around your throat and brings your body into his chest, nibbling at your jaw. “you’re gonna like it.”

“i don’t want to,” it’s one last attempt, the most honest one you have. toji likes fucking with you, flustering you, that much is obvious.

but is he seriously— and without any prep, too?—

he chuckles low in his throat, right into your ear.

“then ask me not to.”

he slides the tip back into your cunt and you relax a little, even moving your hips back and forth like hey! look how good my pussy is! can you just stay in it and not ruin my ass please!

“please don’t fuck my ass,” you try.

“hmm,” he hums, sliding his cockhead out. then back in. then back out.

“please, toji, don’t fuck my asshole tonight,” you clench around him, trying to take more of his length inside.

“not good enough, whore,” he slams all way back in, shoving your body into the sharp wood and making you wail. toji starts moving, fucking little noises out of you with every thrust. “say, ‘no please daddy not there, not my little asshole!’”

you let out a long, pitchy whine, clawing at the arm around your neck.

“do it or else,” toji gathers up some wetness at your entrance with your thumb and presses it to your asshole, rubbing little wet circles.

“fuck you, toj—ahh,” his finger slips inside and you clench down hard. “please! please daddy not there, not my—“

toji cackles, fucking you in earnest now, plowing every word and thought out of your brain. you’re grunting with the force of his thrusts, finding purchase in the edges of the kitchen island, knuckles turning white.

“such a good little girl, aren’t ya,” he says into the shell of your ear, snaking a hand around your hip to rub your puffy clit.

you throw your head back onto his shoulder, legs shaking in between his. “ahhh, fuck, d-daddy—“

your orgasm washes over you so forcefully that you feel like folding in two, going limp in toji’s grip as he chases his own.

he buries a few low, animalistic grunts into your hair before he’s filling up your cunt, aborted little thrusts pushing out staccato breaths from his lips.

he releases his grip on you, cock still spurting out the rest of his load.

once he pulls out, toji keeps feeding his cum into your pussy over and over, telling you to watch the floors before you have to limp your way to the bathroom to clean up.

you do the best you can without taking a shower, body so thoroughly exhausted that you don’t even know if you’d have the energy for one.

right now, all you want is to plop down on a soft surface and get some much needed sleep, feeling actually satisfied.

when you leave the bathroom, you’re faced with a groggy, disheveled megumi standing by his bedroom door.

your eyes quickly scan your surroundings.

toji is nowhere to be seen.

megumi’s eyes reveal nothing, none of the thoughts that might be going through his head right now.

as for you, there’s only one word bouncing around inside your skull:

fuck.

a/n sorry again

[urhoneycombwitch]

shrine of your lights

🍯 honey flavour: edibles and a church wedding to attend. what could go wrong with Eddie as your plus one? 

🐝 the bees: FWB!Eddie x reader 

wc: 4.8k

content warnings: a smidge of Catholic blasphemy, weed usage, friends w/ benefits Eddie, R is a bit of a love (and relationship) skeptic and Eddie is lovesick, R+E are in their 20’s, pining, public sex (no one but them observes tho), R has hair long enough to tuck behind ears, R gets a hickey but skin tone/color is not described, R has breasts and a V, softdom Eddie, marking kink (?)

foreword: I listened to Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac for this. LOL. kind of AU bc it’s a few years after ssn 4 and everyone is alive and just fine (lovesick but oh well can’t b helped) based on this anon thank u for inspiring me!!!!

The stained glass window in front of you looms tall, afternoon light streaming through and casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished wood flooring. You stretch out a hand into the warm beam of sun, admiring the way the colors catch and bounce off your dainty star-chain bracelet.

When Eddie had suggested you two eat some weed brownies as a precursor to your (very distant, very Catholic) cousin’s wedding, you hadn’t quite expected to get as stoned as you are now. Since Eddie hasn’t attended any major life functions sober since 1981, and seeing as how you refuse to step foot inside a church space without some sort of social lubricant, the weed wasn’t a hard sell at all. 

To be fair, Eddie had warned you of their potency, and you had snuck another quarter of a brownie when his back was turned: but christ, your tolerance must be crazy low or something, ‘cuz a window has no right to be this mesmerizing. 

You’ve been staring at it for the past five minutes, in your own little world while a steady stream of wedding guests file in through the big oak doors and mill about before the ceremony. The warm, still air of the church is heady with the smell of fresh florals and incense, and a line of votive candles flicker and wink against the windowsill.

Casting a glance over your shoulder, you see Eddie’s still speaking in gentle tones with an elderly woman (whom you’re likely related to, hard to say) near the foyer, all charming smile and sincere hand pressed to the slip of bare chest his button-down displays. You’ve got to hand it to the guy, he’s really great at endearing himself to total strangers; he’s been a natural shoe-in for any plus-one you’ve needed over the past few years.

While Eddie is perfectly in his element, holding what looks to be an engaging conversation while stoned to all hell, your focus is drawn back to the window. You should probably be on the arm of your guest, seeing as how it’s your family wedding after all, but the swirling lights and colors are too alluring to pull yourself away from.

“Beautiful piece of art, isn’t it?”

The voice behind you is unfamiliar, and proper social graces here would call for an introduction, perhaps a firm handshake, but your limbs and tongue feel so loose and the reply is out of your mouth before you can think twice- “God, yeah. S’fucking gorgeous. I want one for my house.”

There’s a light cough, and when you turn on your low-heeled Mary Janes it’s under the amused eye of a priest- in full priest-garb. Green velvet robes and little hat and everything.

You realize your error- swearing and taking the Lord’s name in vain- but the brief stint in Catholic school from when you were 6 is unfortunately not recalled in time to stop the scramble of swears mixed with apologies that come tumbling out. 

“Oh shit- I mean- fuck. Oh god. Sorry, Father, I didn’t mean-”

The priest- old as hell but thankfully with sense of humor still intact- smiles kindly at you and takes your hand in both of his, patting graciously. “No apologies are necessary, my dear. The beauty of God can be overwhelming and awe-inducing.”

You nod jerkily, grabbing on to his excuse- “Yes, yep. That’s exactly what happened. Struck down by the awe.”

The priest nods to you, and then to Eddie (who’s appeared at your side like a guard dog that sensed trouble), then wanders off down a row of pews to greet other guests.

You’re nearly doubled over with the effort it takes to conceal your laughter, Eddie stroking a calming hand down your back and chuckling with you under his breath. 

“Struck down by the awe, huh?” he echoes as you straighten back up and dab at the tears gathering against your lashline. “You really are somethin’.”

“That was so embarrassing but guess what-” here you lean in, voice a conspiratorial whisper as Eddie raises his eyebrows to look down his nose at you- “I don’t give a fuck ‘cuz I’m hi-igh.”

This last word is sung with a two-note lilt, and you turn back to the comfort of the sunny window as Eddie steps in beside you, shaking his head. “I told you to start with a lower dose, ya goose. Did you take more when I wasn’t looking?”

You shrug a shoulder, the soft linen of your cardigan brushing up against the hard leather of Eddie’s jacket. “Maybe. Couldn’t say. You gonna steal this window for me or what?”

He blows out a breath, pretending to appraise the size and heft, rapping his ringed knuckles against the sill- “Well normally I’d say ‘anything for my girl’, but we’d need a shrink ray for this type’a heist.”

“Maybe Dustin has one we can borrow.”

He sucks his front teeth, playing along, shaking his head in faux-disappointment. “Nah, little shit’s only got a ham radio. Useless when it comes to religious robbery.”

Eddie looks overly pleased when you giggle, but some of the humor in his face falls to concern as he reaches out to squeeze your upper arms. “Hey. You doin’ okay? If you’re too stoned to sit through the ceremony, I can find us a little spot to hole up in. I’m good at finding those.”

“I know you are,” you reply, waving away his worry. “I’m fine, honest. Do I look high?”

He holds you at arm’s length, giving you a contemplative once-over. “Nope. You look beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, affectionately, then smooth your palms over the front of your black slip dress and pull the scalloped sleeves of your cardigan into place. “Well, of that I am aware.”

Eddie winks, and you really wish you were sober enough that the warmth of his hands and the smell of his cologne would have less of an effect but high as you are, you want nothing more than to burrow into his neck and taste the salt of his skin. 

“Do I look high?” he asks, pulling away to do a little spin so you can appraise his appearance. 

Eddie Munson, as it turns out, cleans up very well for family functions: smart black boots, maroon button-down tucked into a pair of flare-legged trousers, worn but well-kept leather jacket to top the outfit off. And in signature Eddie fashion, little glints of silver highlight the ensemble- his usual chunky rings, stacked layers of thin chain necklaces, metal buckles on his coat and at his waist, even a set of tiny hoops (courtesy of your jewelry drawer) in his ears. 

The dryness in your mouth has nothing to do with your intoxication as you blink back to the present and give Eddie a once-over. “Uhm. Nope. You look sober. And very hot.”

He grins at you, wolfish, but then a bright chord of organ music signals the start of the ceremony. With a steady hand on your back, he leads you to a pew near the last row; when you’re both seated, his hand runs smoothly down to rest on your thigh, drumming a lazy beat with his thumb against you as the processional starts. 

Your cousin Marion looks lovely swathed in white tulle, contrasted with her groom in a black tux. Her mother, your aunt- Karen? Karina? can’t recall- dabs at her tears with a delicate lace handkerchief in the front pew as the couple exchanges vows, promising eternal and ineffable love until their ultimate demise, etcetera. 

You’re not someone who’s ever fallen prone to the gushy emotions that love seems to create in so many of your peers. While Nancy and Robin will dole out tissues to each other during some cheesy romcom, you’ll get ribbed for being so stoic. None of your breakups have ever ended in giant blowouts or dramatics from your side- hard to fight for something when you hadn’t really cared about it in the first place. 

That’s why you consider yourself so lucky, when it comes to Eddie. After the two of you ended your high school fling due to graduation, you’d come back to Hawkins after a few years of college and found yourself sneaking out like a teenager again to hang out with Eddie Munson. 

He told you he doesn’t want anything serious, either, and that he’s just fine being friends who sleep around and go to all of each other’s parties.

You almost believe him. 

He’s been to every one of your nephew’s hockey games this past season, and you’ve spent two cozy Christmases so far at the trailer with him and Wayne; every party in between has ended with Eddie driving you home, or (more frequently) back to his place. Your collective relatives and friends haven’t asked about your relationship status in years, and it’s all thanks to Eddie’s presence in your life: if the two of you aren’t technically dating, it’s really no one’s business. 

The old priest from earlier is droning on about some bible verse; uncomfortable on the hard bench and feeling restless, you shift your hips, and Eddie digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh.

“Quit. Squirming,” he murmurs, lips at your ear. When you shiver and still, he pats your leg and straightens again, eyes fixed to the front altar.

You and Eddie make it through the ceremony with minimal damage, only getting one dirty look from an older man in the pew ahead when you’d snickered at a dirty joke (courtesy of your benchmate). Marion and her new husband greet their guests one by one as everyone filters outside, and you coast easily through the interaction, kissing your cousin on both cheeks and fawning over her dress and giving just the right amount of congrats before Eddie plucks at your elbow to subtly redirect your attention. 

“Let’s get some food in you,” he says, linking your arms together as you follow the receiving line outdoors.

The reception is held just next to the church building in a surprisingly lovely courtyard. Sunlight filters through the willow trees at the edge of a grass yard, where a picnic basket awaits on each spread quilt. People are kicking off their dress shoes, unwinding with the lure of nature, kids chasing each other through the paths between blankets as adults wiggle their toes into the grass and dig into the luncheon.

Possibly, you’re high and over-romanticizing, but you can tell by the look on Eddie’s face he’s there with you, taking it all in from your blanket in a quiet corner of the yard. 

There are finger sandwiches in the basket, along with some fresh fruit and plastic utensils and plates to eat off of; Eddie fixes you a plate and you dig in happily, sock feet tucked under yourself, yours and Eddie’s shoes in a jumble nearby. 

“Could eat anything when I’m high,” you muse, then bite into a sandwich that has the perfect cream-cheese-to-cucumber ratio with a contented sigh. “Food is so good.”

Eddie snaps a baby carrot with his back teeth, then snorts at you before reaching out to tuck one side of your hair behind your ear before it gets eaten along with your food. “I know you can eat anything when you’re high. I once saw you scooping up apple pie with potato chips.”

You give him a sidelong frown, mouth full of bread and veg as you defend yourself- “Yeah, and it was great. Dee-licious. Would do it again if-”

Your name is being called, and you swivel to see a young man about your age weaving along the spaces between blankets towards yours and Eddie’s spot.

“Tony!” In a neat bit of multitasking, you manage to swallow your food and rise to your feet (albeit unsteadily, with Eddie’s hand snapping out to support your efforts), then hold your arms out to envelop the boy in a hug. “Oh my god, it’s been ages.”

Anthony Townsend has grown up in the time you’ve spent away- the last recollection you have of your former childhood neighbor is his mop of red hair bouncing with the trampoline his parents bought him in 6th grade. He grew into his looks, for sure- the awkwardness of pre-teen ears and too-big front teeth have settled into a very kind and handsome face.

He looks genuinely pleased to see you, returning your hug with a squeeze, pulling back to hold both your hands and ask about where you’ve been. You breeze through a highlighted version of the last few years, leaving out all the interdimensional monster bullshit and focusing the questions back on him.

Tony’s telling you about his father’s veterinary practice that’s still running smoothly when you feel Eddie at your back, and Tony falters, dropping your hands.

Social cues come a tad slow to you, under the influence, and you think Tony’s stumbling because you haven’t introduced him yet (how were you supposed to know Eddie’s been glaring daggers at the poor kid ever since you’d hugged him?), and you attempt to remedy your mistake with a casual remark- “You know, Eddie here has been feeding the stray cats at our place every night, a whole colony of them- there’s gotta be, what, ten of ‘em now?”

You turn to Eddie for confirmation, reeling a little at the dark scowl he’s still sporting as he nods. “Yup. Somethin’ like.”

Tony scratches at the back of his neck, freckled cheeks pink as he begins to back away- “Um, yeah. Cool. Well it was great to see you! I gotta…”

With a vague gesture, he turns and tails it back to his blanket on the other side of the yard. You whirl on Eddie, his face smoothing back into relaxed indifference, even as you hiss, “What the hell was that?”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know what you mean, princess.”

“That,” you repeat, waving an arm in the air for emphasis. “I know I’m not sober but you were being weird, even by my standards.” 

There’s this look that Eddie gets, sometimes, when one of you bumps against the walls of your loosely-defined relationship- a brief flash of pain and sadness before it gets hidden away behind his comfortable mask of bravado.

He’s got it now- a small pinch in his eyebrows, doey eyes swimming with emotion, and you put a hand on his leather-clad arm as the pieces fall into place. “Were you… are you jealous?”

In the span of a blink, the mask is back up, and with a dry laugh that’s so unlike him, Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. What do I have to be jealous of, huh? ‘S not like we belong to each other.”

Maybe on a different day, with half the weed in your system, you’d be able to let this comment slide. But there’s something deeply hurtful about it, sinking and twisting in your stomach like a stone. Your grip tightens on Eddie’s arm, tears stinging hot at your eyes, voice a watery, desperate thing- “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”

Eddie is quick to comfort you, once he realizes you’re close to crying- “Shit, sweetheart. Okay. You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to think…” Your voice is still shaky with emotion as Eddie lets you hold on to him, gently shushing you even though there’s no one near enough to hear. “You’re important to me, Eddie. I never wanna make you mad, or upset, or-”

“I’m not.” Eddie cuts smoothly into your rambling, placing his hands on either side of your neck as you cling to him, cool rings kissing into your skin. “I’m not mad, promise. I was just being an asshole for no reason, okay? Could never be mad at you.”

His thumb strokes at the column of your throat, your breath and heart rate lulled to normal under his touch, his expression returning to the gentle fondness you’re used to seeing.

“Let’s finish up lunch, hm?” Eddie says, and with a final soft squeeze he pulls away from you, taking with him the warmth of his palms.  

It’s always like this, with him, at least in front of your respective families- any PDA is kept to a strict minimum, nothing too intimate or drawn out so as not to attract attention. You’d implemented this rule from the beginning, and Eddie has been nothing but respectful of it, your peace of mind over not wanting a label pacified.

But right now? The lack of Eddie’s arms around you or his lips on yours was starting to make you ache. 

You both settle into the blanket again, conversation flowing around mouthfuls of food as you catch Eddie up with the latest family gossip, laughing when he bats your pointer finger out of the air (as if anyone is really paying attention to you two giggling loons). 

Someone’s brought a radio and has it dialed to a soft rock station; you gasp and shove at Eddie (sprawled out like a house cat after a full meal in the sun), exclaiming “It’s Fleetwood Mac and you love Fleetwood Mac!”

“I so don’t,” he grumbles, but rises easily when you tug at him to stand sock-to-sock feet with you in the grass. 

You both fall into a smooth rhythm, Eddie’s hands staying (respectably) on your hips, yours looped around his neck, doing a slow little rotation. He gazes at you as you sway back and forth in each other’s arms, the scrutiny making you titter and fidget.

“What?”

“Thought I told you to quit squirmin’,' ' comes his answer, hands tightening into the meat of your waist. “Let me look at you a minute.”

So you let him look. 

While his chocolate eyes roam your face, you trail a hand up to curl a lock of his hair around your finger. Eddie leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, giving you room to do some staring of your own at those long, dark lashes. 

After another slow circle, Eddie inhales and draws himself back, clearing his throat. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, sweetheart, but we’re gonna start getting looks if you don’t quit using me as your personal stress toy.”

You snort. “You’re right. Sorry.”

“All good,” he replies, dimples springing into his cheeks, teasing again- “When we get home later you can pet me like a dog, if you want. Just gotta tone you down ‘cuz you get touchy when you’re high.”

Eddie’s being a perfect gentleman. He’s sticking to your rules and looking out for you.

So why is it making you so sad?

You realize, with a stunning clarity, that you don’t want to wait until you’re back at the trailer to touch Eddie. That you’re starting to crave him when he leaves, whether it’s for a day or an hour or just out of bed to get a snack. 

Fuck it, you think, and bend to scoop up your shoes. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tell Eddie, slipping on your shoes then starting towards the building. When you realize he’s not following, you pause, giving him a look over your shoulder- “Aren’t you coming?”

Eddie blinks, wondering if you’re insinuating what he thinks you’re insinuating or if he’s just really, really high. “Um. Uh…”

You don’t leave room for the shock to sink in, turning on your heel and smirking when you hear him swear under his breath and scramble to catch up. 

In a narrow hallway lined with portraits of long-dead saints, you push Eddie against the wall, mouth sealing over his and hands roaming hungrily over his body.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, in between kisses, your fingers tugging at the root of his hair, near the nape of his neck where it stings the best- “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”

“You.” The answer is an honest one. You slip your tongue between Eddie’s teeth and the boy moans, melting into you.

Peppering kisses down Eddie’s face, your lips settle into the hollow just under his jaw, then part to give room to your teeth. Eddie stiffens as you bite down, sensitive skin pierced by your mouth; it’s his turn to be the squirmy one as you suck a bruise into that soft spot. 

His cock is filling out, as proved by the steadily-growing bulge behind his zipper. You give a mean little wiggle of your hips and Eddie jolts so hard you lose your spot on his neck, popping off him with a wet smack.

“Angel, you have to stop.” Eddie sounds absolutely wrecked as he tries to maintain some distance, head tipped back to stare at the popcorn ceiling. “M’not gonna last if you keep doing that. Let me take you home, we can-”

“Shhh.” You quiet him with a pointer finger smooshed against his lips, your other hand tilted to your ear. “You hear that?”

Eddie strains to hear distant cheers and hip hip hoorays from the festivities a few corridors away; when he nods, you whisper, “That’s the cake cutting. We have a good ten minutes before anyone thinks to come back here.”

At first, Eddie thinks he’s off the hook when you release him completely, walking swiftly towards the main sanctuary. But then, because you’re a temptress, you beckon him with an impatient wave.

And because he’s so easy for you, he follows.

It’s like that window has a magnetic pull- you’re back under the prismatic glow of the stained glass, brushing a hand across the wide sill to dust it before hopping up to perch there. You fit neatly between the split row of votive candles (all snuffed out by now), enough room for your knees to part and for Eddie to fill the space. 

You cross your arms around his neck, drawing him in with another deep kiss as his hands find your waist.

“Want you to mark me up,” you murmur, and when Eddie draws back, wary, you let your chin tip up. The crown of your head knocks into the window, exposing your throat. “Show them I’m yours, Eds.”

Only have to tell him twice, apparently, ‘cuz his teeth sink into your stretch of soft skin without further qualms. The feeling of his tongue soothing over the sore spot makes you jump, hips bucking forward into his hand that you didn’t even notice had trailed up the inside of your dress.

His long fingers pet at the wet patch that’s seeping through your underwear, catching at your clit on an upstroke, your gasp a harsh noise in the otherwise silent sanctuary.

Eddie begins to rub at you through the fabric in earnest now, tight circles with his thumb even as he pulls his mouth from your neck to assess his handiwork. “Yeah, fuck, sweetheart, that’s gonna leave a mark. You want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?”

Your bundle of nerves throbs under Eddie’s touch and you curse, hands weaving tight into his hair again. “Shit, Eddie, yeah- just like that…”

He dips back into the well of your neck with his teeth, keeps just the right amount of pressure on your clit, and that tension coiling in your lower stomach is just about to snap before you stop him with a hand around his wrist.

“Sorry,” you pant through the apology, forehead crushed to Eddie’s collarbone as you try and catch your breath. “Was about to come and I want you inside of me for that.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

Eddie fumbles with his belt buckles as you giggle, chastising- “Hush and mind your manners, Munson. That’s blaspheming and we’re about to fuck in a church.”

“I’ll show you manners.” Eddie has his pants and briefs shoved to mid-thigh before you can draw breath to tell him off; one hand smears precum down the shaft of his ruddy cock as the other pushes your dress up and hooks your panties to the side. 

You’re wet and worked up enough that he slides into the heat of you with ease, breath punching out with the way his cock completely fills you. When Eddie pulls out and sinks back in, you let out a keening whine and scrabble for purchase on his leather jacket. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it-” his voice is a dark rumble, each word punctuated with a snap of his hips, the squelch of your slick walls responding. “So wet for me. That’s my good girl. You like gettin’ off to being mine, huh, angel?”

You nod, head lolling against the window, and Eddie grins wicked even though you can’t see it. “Come on. Show me whose pussy this is.”

When his hand snakes between your bodies to press against your clit with his thumb, you come with a long, strained whimper, ankles crossing at the small of Eddie’s back to draw him closer while the velvet walls of your cunt spasm. 

Eddie’s free hand shoots out to the supporting wood arch of the window for stability as he angles his hips up, longing for that glossy honey-eyed look you get sometimes: and there it is, your eyes half-lidded and brow pinched in pleasure as his cock hits against that gummy spot, the tremble of your thighs locked around his waist as your orgasm peaks. 

Once he’s fucked you through the height of it, Eddie dips to bite at the taut muscle where your neck and shoulder meet, clamping down on the words threatening to flood out as his hips stutter. He comes hard, deep groan muffled into your neck, curses and praises spilling out in mindless babbling: “Fuck fuck, angel, that’s it, honey, shit, you’re so wet. All for me, huh, baby? Doin’ so good…”

He sags into your arms, pinning you to the window, chests heaving in tandem as you both catch your breath. You stroke a hand down his back, towards his ass, and then to the edge of his pants.

When he realizes that you’re trying to tuck him back into his clothes he whines at you, but you’re quick to shush him. “We’re cuttin’ it close with timing already, Eds. Help me out?”

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls away from the wet warmth of you to re-dress. Once his belt is in place he attends to you, helping shift the hem of your dress back down, rubbing his finger lightly under the skin of your eye where some mascara had smudged.

“I’ll double back for the keys and we’ll go home, ‘kay?” Eddie says, nose nudging into your cheek. “Wait here. You got some wicked marks and everyone will know we just fucked.”

“Pfft. No they won’t. Who would actually fuck in a church?” You push Eddie back playfully, hopping down from the sill with a wink. “You’ve gotta be sick to do that. Good thing my family believes you to be a perfect goody-two-shoes.”

Eddie stares as you make for the doors back to the courtyard, shrugging off his incredulity- “Eddie. It’s fine. So they’ll think we made out a bit. Who cares? Not me. And plus…” here you trail off and point, mischievous, Eddie’s eye’s following the line to his sock feet- “...you kinda have a no-shoes situation goin’ on. Gotta fix that.”

When you disappear through the doors, Eddie slams a palm to his chest, in awe- then feels the outline of the lighter in his inner pocket. With a practiced twist, he has it out and lit in a second, holding the flame to the wick of a votive candle.

“I don’t know how these candles work, exactly, or if atheists are allowed to…” Eddie clears his throat, glances over his shoulder to confirm you’re still out of earshot, then whispers above the flickering light: “Please let this be real life and not just some high-fueled fantasy because this is kind of huge for me. Okay thanks. Amen, or whatever.”

Eddie blows out the candle like it’s a birthday wish then hurries to catch up with you, sock feet silent against the wood floor as he calls out your name- “Slow down and have a heart, babe, I’ve got no grip!”

[joelscruff]

(not a request, just wanted to share💗💗💗💗💗) I saw this on a prompt list “I wasn’t ready to say goodbye” and why is this so bfs dad joel and reader😢 my heart ughhhh

also yes to the glasses

words (boyfriend's dad!joel x f!reader) 18+

ik you said this wasn't a request, anon but this inspired me so much ;-; get ready for sadness. combining this with a request from @rrrrosie: Okay, boyfriends dad has been on my mind like crazy! Like I swear I’d just slip and tell him ‘I love you’. And he’d totally try and not say it back even if he wants to because he knows the situation they are in is so messed up. But omg he’s such a SAFE character. Idk Maybe this is a request?? Idk 😭

this fic is a direct sequel to "prove it". you can find the other fics in this series on my masterlist. and here's my kofi if you'd like to leave a tip!

summary: you and joel are left reeling from your boyfriend's discovery. rating: 18+ explicit (minors, do not interact) warnings: daddy!kink, oral (m receiving), praise kink word count: 2.2k

it's been a week since you last saw your boyfriend, since that moment in his car where you'd suspected he knew what was going on between you and his dad. it's been one long week of anxiety, worry, sadness, and now - acceptance.

joel hasn't texted you since that night and you have no idea if something happened, if your boyfriend went home and confronted him. you figured it might take a few days for them to sort out their issues, but a week? a week with complete radio silence? it's so uncharacteristic for them to be so distant, especially your boyfriend who you thought would've come back to give you a piece of his mind.

you've now accepted that things have changed. what exactly that change is, you don't know, but you're desperate to find out. the distance from your boyfriend has been welcome, even a relief, but the distance from joel...your heart aches just thinking about it. you want him to hold you again and tell you everything will be okay.

so when you show up on their front porch on a sunday afternoon you're not sure what to expect. you ring the doorbell and wait, biting your lip and fidgeting while you wait to see who'll greet you.

you feel warmth flood your chest when joel opens it, a soft smile spreading on his face when he sees it's you; he looks tired, like he hasn't slept properly in a few days, "hi."

you don't say anything, just rush forward and wrap your arms around him tightly, feeling tears already stinging in your eyes. it's been a whole week without seeing him and the emotions you feel are almost too much, all the worry you'd felt bubbling to the surface again as you bury your face in his neck.

"shhh, it's okay," he whispers, rubbing your back soothingly, "i'm sorry."

"joel," you whimper into his jacket, shutting your eyes tight and letting a sob wrack through you, "daddy."

he seems to stiffen under your touch at the name, and when you pull back to look at him you're beyond confused to see that he seems uncomfortable, grimacing a bit as he pulls out of your embrace. you feel your mouth downturn into a frown, tears spilling down your face.

"you don't want me to call you that anymore," it's a statement, not a question. you can sense the truth of it in his body language, in the way he looks at you now like he's about to break some awful news to you, "this is over, isn't it?"

he exhales deeply at the question, "come inside," he says softly, tugging on your arm and urging you to follow him, "let's talk."

nothing good can come from this.

you walk down the hall slowly, joel leading you with your hand in his as you reach the staircase and begin to climb. you assess the house a bit, looking around for any sign of your boyfriend.

"he's not here," joel says quietly, "he doesn't live here anymore."

you're not sure what to make of that, eyes still scanning the house once you reach the upstairs hallway. you and joel head for his office, a path you've crossed many times before but never in such a state of dread. something bad is going to happen, you can feel it.

you enter his office and settle on the couch, crossing your arms and watching him shut the door behind you. he doesn't bother to lock it; if what he said is true, your boyfriend won't be interrupting you this time.

"why can't i call you daddy?" you ask immediately, voice firm and serious, trying not to let the tears still flowing down your face completely betray you.

he sighs, squeezes the bridge of his nose under his glasses and walks over to you. he nudges you, quietly asking you to make room for him to sit beside you.

"a lot has happened," he says softly, reaching out to take your hand and squeezing it gently, "i just...i need to talk to you like an adult."

it's only then that you realize he hasn't used a single one of your pet names when he's spoken to you. no baby, babygirl, angel, nothing. it's almost like he's being too formal, like this is some kind of business transaction and not a real conversation.

"what happened?" you breathe, tears still streaming down your face, "what did he do? does he know?"

he almost laughs at your questions but without any humor, shaking his head slowly and reaching into his back pocket to show you his phone, "he looked at our messages."

your blood runs cold; you and joel haven't texted that much but your messages are more than enough proof for your boyfriend to have realized what was going on.

"oh god," you murmur, "so he...he knows knows."

"he knows you call me daddy, yeah," he says quietly, voice slightly rough with anger, "he said i was a sick man."

"you're not," you say immediately, shaking your head and inching forward a bit more on the couch, "joel, you're not. i want it just as much as you do, you know that."

"i know," he closes his eyes then, takes a deep breath, "anyway, he said he couldn't look at me the same anymore. said it made him sick to his stomach. not just because it was with you, it was everything as a whole," his mouth twists and you can hear raw emotion in his voice, "he moved out, i don't know where he went. i just hope he's alright."

"i don't give a fuck about him," you reply coldly, "i could care less."

"you're not his father," joel replies, shaking his head, "he's hurting, i hurt him."

"by doing what? so i call you daddy, so fucking what?" you feel anger begin to burn in your stomach, "yeah i cheated on him but that's on me, not you. you didn't do anything."

he pulls back from you, releasing your hand and standing up to walk over to his desk. you watch as he settles in the chair across from you and tilts his head back to look at the ceiling.

"it's wrong," he says, voice breaking at the words, "i know it feels good but it's wrong and it has to stop."

you look at him with an expression of pure disbelief, brow furrowing in sadness and confusion. he looks over at you once, just once, and you see he's fighting back tears just saying the words.

"you don't mean that and we both know it," you whisper, shaking your head, "this is more than some silly game we play together, you know that."

he takes a breath, leans forward and puts his head in his hands, "don't say that," he murmurs, voice muffled.

"we care about each other," you continue, standing up and walking over to the chair where he sits, "joel, why the fuck do you think i call you daddy? really?"

he slowly pulls his face up from his hands to look at you, tears swimming in his eyes, "don't," he breathes, "please."

"you're the only person in my life who's ever truly taken care of me," you kneel down so you're at his level, reaching forward to take both his hands in yours, "yeah you fuck me, you use me when i ask you to, but you protect me. you hold me. you listen to me and you kiss me and you mean it." you drop his hands and slowly ease your palms over his thighs, squeezing gently, "i feel so safe when i'm with you, joel."

you hear the low rumble of a groan in his throat as he looks down at you on your knees, thumbing his thighs. "what are you doin'?"

"just let me take care of you," you whisper, tears drying on your face as you reach forward to pop the button on his jeans, "please, joel. just this once and then i'll leave."

you can see the protests burning behind his lips but he doesn't say any of them. he watches as you pull down his zipper and take his cock out, already half hard. he'd said last time that he was always turned on by just seeing you, hugging you; it hadn't been a lie.

"just feel it, don't think," you whisper, then carefully wrap your lips around the tip of his cock.

he hums immediately, jaw going slack as he watches you swallow him down, already growing harder in the wet heat of your mouth. you feel his hands in your hair, pulling you closer as you slowly bob up and down. it's different this time; he's not the man who protects you and always gives you what you want. he's just joel, your ex boyfriend's father who deserves a quiet moment of pleasure for himself.

he whispers your name; not a pet name, your actual name. it's rare for either of you to just be completely yourselves in a moment like this. there's always been the added sexy addition of the power dynamic, the words that separate you both from being on the same level. but that's not what this is.

"just like that," he whispers, "fuck, that feels good."

he's fully hard now, the head of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. you do your best not to gag, holding him there and swallowing around him as his hips buck gently. you reach up and thumb the v of his hips, still half hidden by his underwear. your eyes are hooded and hazy but you can see his soft belly and his happy trail, all the parts of him you love most.

you pull off to take a few breaths, drool spilling down your chin as you slowly stoke him, looking up at him with a soft smile as he peers down at you. you lean forward and press a kiss to the fat head, lap up his precome and revel in the way he moans.

"tell me when you're close," you breathe, then take his full length in your mouth again and start to bob up and down a bit faster, nails digging lightly into his skin.

he holds your hair firmly, helps you move back and forth on his dick as you give him what he needs, "i love your mouth so much," you hear him groan softly, shakily, "you're so fucking perfect."

tears sting your eyes but you're not sure if it's from your actions or his words. either way you feel your throat tighten around him and he groans again, low and deep.

"gonna come," he warns you softly.

you nod but don't remove yourself from him, just take him as deep as you can and hum around his length, urging him on. it only takes a few more bobs of your head before his hand is tightening in your hair and he's coming in your mouth.

"fuck," he groans out, trembling beneath you.

you wait until he's stopped coming to slowly pull yourself from his cock. he looks down at you, looking more tired and sleepy than he had when he'd first opened the door for you. without him asking you to, you open your mouth and show him the thick globs of his come pooling on your tongue.

"swallow." he whispers.

you do as you're told.

there's a few moments of silence as you carefully slip him back inside his pants and do him back up. his hand stays glued to the back of your head, thumb stroking you gently back and forth as he watches you. he looks exhausted, it makes your heart ache.

"i still want you," you breathe, squeezing his thighs through his jeans again soothingly, "i'll always want you, daddy."

"i know, babygirl," he breathes, barely a whisper, "but you need to give me some time. please."

your grip on his thighs loosen as you peer up at him. he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before, truly pained and full of sadness. it hurts to look at.

you feel yourself nod slowly, "okay," you whisper, voice shaky, "if that's what you want."

he doesn't say anything else, just watches as you ease up from the floor and walk over to his office door, turning back to give him one last glance before you leave.

"i love you," you whisper, soft and sincere, "but you already know that."

you shut the door behind you and shuffle quietly down the stairs. part of you still expects to hear sound effects from some game coming from your boyfriend's room, but there's nothing. you take a quick peek inside on your way to the front door, eyes widening when you see that the whole room has been cleared out. his gaming set-up is gone, his clothes, even his bed.

the emptiness makes you understand why joel is hurting.

just as you reach the front door you suddenly hear footsteps coming from behind you. you turn, surprised to see joel appear on the stairs.

"joel?" you ask softly, confused.

he walks toward you and fully embraces you in a tight hug, holding you close to him in the way you love most. you hug him back immediately without any hesitation, squeezing his body and making sure he feels just as safe and protected as you do.

"i wasn't ready to say goodbye," he whispers, still holding you tight.

you let him hold you for as long as he needs.

[chvnnie]

Heyy

Could you do a Lee know smut in their car and he has a daddy kink and nipple kink

It’s A Scream, Baby!

lee minho x reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: non idol au, soft pleasure dom!minho, sub!reader, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, reader has pierced nipples, car sex, public sex, minho refers to reader as his “play thing” once, squirting. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: the movie is boring, you’re needy, minho is hot. how did you expect this night to turn out?

a/n: anon, you sent this the morning after i had a dream involving nipple play w a skz member so this was literally perfect. bless u for giving me an excuse to write this. also, i’m making a permanent taglist masterlist (does that make sense? idk) bc im losing track of who wants on it. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN BEING ADDED TO MY PERMANENT TAGLIST, PLEASE COMMENT OR SEND AN ASK. thnx :))) also this fic contains several references to my personal favorite movie, even if reader hates it lmao.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal

The killer finally caught up to the main character, music building in dreadful anticipation of what was to come. Would he get her? Would she narrowly escape? Would the person you could have sworn died earlier in the movie come in at the last minute, sacrificing themselves for her?

If you were being honest, you didn’t really care. You had zoned out about thirty minutes in, the plot totally lost on you. How did they get here, anyway? Last you checked, her boyfriend was still detainted under suspicion of being the murderer. Was he out now?

Oh, who gives a shit?

Minho’s low chuckled filled the car, following a terrible joke from the comic relief.

Your boyfriend apparently gave a shit.

It wasn’t a surprise, given the fact that he was the one who suggested going to the drive-in. He was so excited about it, showing you the ad that popped up on his feed. The first three movies (apparently there were five? The thought of this movie having four sequels was making you lose brain cells) back to back for a whopping five dollars per car. It was a steal, and given the way his face lit up as he pitched the idea to you, you would be heartless to say no.

So that’s how you ended up in the backseat of the car, air conditioning on full blast and snuggled up under a blanket with Minho, watching as the boyfriend held a voice changer up to his mouth to reveal himself as the killer.

Huh. So he was guilty.

You looked over at your boyfriend, who was smiling like a kid in a candy shop. The movie reflected off of his glasses, almost hiding his pretty eyes that were sparkling with excitement. He wasn’t joking when he said this was his favorite movie; his reactions were almost enough to make you want to focus on the movie.

Key word: almost.

Instead you stared at him, eyes slowly taking in every inch of him. He sat with his legs spread, grey cotton shorts riding up his thighs from trying to get comfortable in the cramped backseat. The sweatshirt and hat he wore match, both stitched with the name of your shared university. The way he was wearing his hat, however, is what made you practically salivate, unable to look away. You loved when he wore it backwards, hair pushed out of the way so you could see every angle of his face. You could stare at him all day, constantly in awe of how god-like your boyfriend was.

He was much more interesting than some bad 90s horror movie.

You shifted your weight to rest your head on Minho’s shoulder, staring up at him with the slightest hint of a pout. His attention shifted from the movie to you, a small smile creeping on his face when his eyes met yours.

“Hi.” You said softly, gripping onto his right arm as you snuggled closer to him.

“Hi.” He responded, leaning in to peck the center of your forehead. “Having a good time?”

You shrug, fingers tracing a line up and down the arm you were holding. “Yeah. Kinda bored, though.”

He hummed, right hand moving under the blanket to wedge itself in between your thighs, staying close to your knees. “I’m sorry. Do you want to leave after this movie?”

“No, we can stay for the other two. I just…” the sentence trailed off as you found yourself growing shy. God, why? It’s not like you haven’t made a move on Minho before - if anything, you were the one constantly making moves. Constantly batting your eyelashes and pleading for your boyfriend to fuck you. He always gave in; no matter the time or place, if you wanted him, Minho would make sure you had him. He could never let his baby get too needy, after all.

“Just what?” Minho asked, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to smirk. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he wanted you to say it.

You opened your mouth with the intention of speaking your wants, but the way he was staring at you with eyes that were starting to grow wider with lust made your jaw snap shut. Timidly, you buried your head in his neck, too embarrassed to look at him.

With a click of his tongue, his other hand found the back of your neck and gently pulled your head up. “You gotta tell me, baby.” He whispered, the hand between your thighs prying them apart and slowly moving higher up. “I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

He paused right at the hem of your shorts, fingers teasing the edge of the athletic material as he waited patiently for you to speak. You knew him well enough to know that he would sit here all night, playing with your shorts until you explicitly told him to touch you. He never did anything without confirmation that you wanted it, and fuck, did you want it tonight. Taking a deep breath to try to calm the rapid pace at which your heart was racing, you finally spoke, lips trembling as you did so.

“I just need you to make me feel good.”

The smile he gave you had your heart doing backflips, butterflies fluttering out of your stomach and skin chilling. A smile filled with adoration, but also with just as much need for you as you had for him.

“See? That wasn’t hard.” His hand slid up over your shorts until he reached the waistline. “You know I’ll always take care of my baby.” He pinched the clenched material, pulling it back just a bit to make it snap. “Up.”

Your shorts were removed, tossed to the front seat of the car. Once your legs were spread open enough for his liking, Minho kissed you, his tongue wasting no time finding yours. You melted into the kiss, body immediately relaxing at the familiar taste. Minho used the hand on your neck to tilt your head, effectively deepening the kiss as his other hand began to rub your pussy over your panties. You moaned, hips lifting slightly to feel his strokes better.

“God, baby, you’re so wet.” He mumbled between kisses, spit covered lips glimmering in the light of the movie. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”

“Yes. All night, Min-“

At the sound of his nickname, Minho rolled his eyes, the fingers that were teasing you moving up to your clit and lightly pinching it over your panties. He held onto it, rubbing the bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s not my name, is it, baby?” He said with a raised voice to be sure you heard him over your moans.

You shook your head, a string of no’s falling from your lips. The way he was pinching you was so gentle, but firm enough to shoot waves of pain up your body, making the pleasure that much more intense and limiting your capability to think.

“What is it? Come on, say it. I really don’t feel like punishing you tonight-“

“Daddy.” You cried out, head tossing back and hitting the back window of the car. “You’re Daddy. Please, please Daddy, just touch me.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, his hand was down your panties, finally touching you without a barrier. It felt so good, the way he played with your folds, fingers knowing exactly where to put more pressure and where to back off.

“There we go. There’s Daddy’s good girl.” His voice was low, and if you weren’t already covered in goosebumps, you were sure just the sound of him practically growling would have your entire body chilled. “Always the most perfect play thing for me, aren’t you?”

While his filthy words flooded your senses, his other hand was pushing your oversized shirt up until your chest was revealed to him. If asked, Minho would say he didn’t have a “favorite” part of your body. He thought you were an absolute masterpiece - every curve, scar, freckle, and stretch mark never failing to make his mouth water. But he always found himself drawn to your chest and the perfect way your breasts fit in his hands and his mouth. When you got them pierced and he couldn’t touch them for months, Minho thought he was going to lose his mind - and in all fairness, he absolutely did and made up for every second he lost after they were healed.

Minho shifted his body so that he was in front of you, uncomfortably kneeling on the floor of the car. “Hold.” He commanded, and your hands immediately flew to your shirt, holding it up by your collarbones. Now face to face with your chest, Minho wetted his lips before latching onto you without warning. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he decided that this was the perfect moment to shove two fingers covered in your slick inside of you.

“F-fuck.” You whined, back arching with pleasure. “Fuck, daddy, j-just like that. Oh my god-“

You looked down at him to see your boyfriend staring at you wickedly, smiling against your chest as his free hand began to play with your other nipple. He toyed with the piercing with both his tongue and fingers, the sensation making your jaw drop, nothing but loud whines leaving your mouth.

He let go of your breast, fingers thrusting rapidly in and out of you as he looked up at you. “Squeezing my fingers so tight baby. You like that? Like it when daddy plays with your pretty tits?”

All you could do was nod, words failing to form at the moment. You lifted your hips, pushing yourself further down on his fingers to silently beg for more.

Minho got the hint.

“Oh? Gonna fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers, baby?” He asked, a large smile on his face. “Gonna make yourself come while I play with you some more?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, taking your other breast in his mouth and biting down on the nipple. His fingers paused, letting you control the tempo as you pathetically tried to bounce on them. It was enough, though; the feeling of Minho alternating his teeth and tongue, and hand teasing the other nipple helping to tighten the rope in your lower belly.

Pussy clenching around his fingers, you watched his eyes roll back in pleasure, the groan he released making your chest jiggle. He looked delicious, eyes shut in satisfaction as he focused on helping you get off.

Fuck, Minho was incredible.

You were about to attempt to ask for permission when you felt his cold thumb press against your clit, only moving left to right once before the dam broke. You screamed, cumming hard around his fingers. It gushed out in a spray, drenching the seat of the car and Minho’s sweatshirt. Only when he was sure you were finished did he let go of your tit, removing his fingers from your fluttering cunt.

Minho climbed back onto the seat next to you, head thrown back as he panted like he was the one who just squirted all over the backseat of the car. You rolled your head over to look at him, the same wide smile still painted his face.

“Fuck.” He said, turning to meet your gaze. “That was one hell of a scream, baby.”

©: chvnnie 2022

[illicitlimerence-writes]

little bean | d. ricciardo

pairing: dad!daniel ricciardo x fem!reader word count: 5.5k words. request: yes, by an anon: "can we get dad dan please?🥺 like his son is total opposite of him, really shy and likes to be around his own surroundings and you leave for a work trip so he stays with dan and he is so shy around the paddock, gets into fits when dan has to drive but at the end of the weekend he starts to like everyone, seb, lewiss doggo and dan just happy to have such a good outcome of the dad son race weekend🥺 omg i know it's specific but damn that mand and my thought of him about being a dad…🙄" & @tamaraudvardy "hiyaa🥺 those pictures of daniel and his nephew melted me so can we please get a dad daniel au?😍 i dont my the concept, just fluff danny" happy to see we were all collectively affected by those pictures. i tried my best. warnings: language, kids, fluff!!! this is a very long piece and i'm not sorry. (slight allusions to daddy kink)a/n: does anyone feel like they've just witnessed an epic journey of a warrior returning home from war after seeing daniel finally reuniting with his family, or is that just me? <3

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"mommy has to go now," you tell noah as you feel him tightening his grip around your neck. "you'll be traveling with daddy and uncle michael, okay?" you rub your hand up and down his back, over the fabric of his shirt.

"where?" you hear him mumbling.

"oh, noah, you're going to love it. we're going to a city called austin, and you know what?” dan asks, standing next to you.

“what?” noah echoes, his head lifting from your shoulder.

“we’re going to dress up as cowboys,” daniel smiles, pushing noah’s hair away from his face. you gasp, eyes going wide as you try to hype noah up.

“noah! you and daddy are going to be just like sheriff woody!” you cheer, watching a smile on his face.

“but… why can’t we just dress up here? and mommy, you can be jessie,”

“i would love to do that, noah. but i have to go. do you remember that time we went to a museum with a big glass pyramid?” you ask, you’d joined daniel for the french gp, you and noah staying in the hotel whilst daniel was at the track. the day after the race, you’d taken a detour to paris, and noah visited the louvre museum for the first time. once noah nods, telling you he remembers the place, you nod as well, “that’s where i have to go. and you and daddy will go to austin.” you explain again.

four-year-old noah joseph ricciardo is a ray of sunshine. his huge, bright smile is an echo of his father’s, it can light up even the darkest moments. his contagious smile can melt away any sorrows, any worries or sadness. he is truly the best thing that could ever happen to you, you love him to death. same for daniel.

the moment he found out you were pregnant he was so excited, he kneeled down in front of you, pushing your shirt up your stomach as he stared at the skin in marvel. he placed his huge, calloused hands softly on top of your stomach, thumb rubbing soothing circles that caused goosebumps on your skin. you looked through teary eyes as daniel’s lips -that were forming a perfect o- slowly curled upwards, and he was smiling harder than you’d ever seen before. even bigger than the grin he had on your wedding day. his arms circled your back, pulling you closer to him. he nuzzled his face against your skin, your fingers tangling with his hair as you felt him place kisses on every inch of skin he could find.

“hi, there,” he leaned his chin on your stomach, eyes looking up at you briefly before returning to your bare skin. “i don’t know if you can hear me in there, but i’m your daddy. i- my name’s daniel. but, you, of course are going to call me dad, or daddy. i’m already used to that one, don’t worry,” you both chuckled as you slapped the back of his head lightly. “fuck. oh, shit, sorry, i have to be careful with my words from now on, don’t i?” he asked you, to which you nodded with a smile on your face, blinking back the happy tears in your eyes. “okay. so, i obviously haven’t met you yet, and it is so bizarre because i… i already love you so much.” he looked up at you again, and you felt one of his hands traveling down your arm, you laced your fingers with his. “we, mommy and daddy, love you so much, little bean. you’re going to be the happiest baby ever, we’ll spoil the hell out of you, we’ll have all sorts of fun, family adventures together. you’ll get to come with me to my races,” his eyes widened at the thought. “you’ll be my number one fan, and i’ll be yours as well, i promise you that.” he placed another kiss on your stomach.

“we don’t know if they’ll like racing,” you reminded him, fingers brushing against his curls.

“baby, i’m their father… you better prepare for double the trouble from now on…” he grinned, a shit-eating smile that made your heart flutter. “there won’t be a second of silence once this little bean is born, this house will be full of laughter and music that even the neighbors will get so tired of complaining that they’ll just let us be,” you both chuckled. “i can’t fucking wait to meet you, little bean. we’re going to have so much fun.”

“daddy and i stay together?” noah asks, and he stretches his arms, daniel grabs him and nods.

“eventually, i will have to get in the car for a few hours, but you’ll be with uncle michael meanwhile, is that okay?” daniel says as he kisses noah’s cheek repeatedly.

“just uncle michael and i? in the hotel?” noah leans back, placing his hands on dan’s face. the tone of his voice sounded more like a prayer than a question.

another thing about noah, whilst he looks like an exact replica of his father, has the same charisma and charm, his personality’s the complete opposite of daniel’s. whilst daniel’s outgoing and loud, loves experiencing new things and isn’t afraid of anything, noah likes to stay in the same place, he loves his routine, and he needs having one of his parents around him at all times.

he’s not a very social boy, and you’re completely fine with that, you love him to death just the way he is, and since this is the first time you’ve reached this crossroads, your heart aches at the thought of your little bean struggling with interacting with new people.

“no, buddy, you’ll be in the garage, or the motorhome, you remember that?” daniel asks, pulling out his phone and scrolling until he finds a picture of the three of you outside the orange building in the paddock. he turns the phone to him, and you walk to noah, standing next to him as you plant a kiss on his cheek.

“noah, i know this is something scary for you. i remember i was really scared when i went there with daddy for the first time.” you say, “but you’ve been there before. you’ll look so cute with that little cowboy outfit and hat, maybe you’ll get to see little roscoe again! do you remember the doggy?” you ruffle his hair as he nods.

“he licked me!” noah giggles as he recalls the memory. you and dan laugh as well.

“yeah! and you’ll see all of daddy’s friends. uncle max will be there, too,”

“he wins the race?” noah asks, he’d gotten used to watching max win the previous races. you laugh as daniel gasps.

“what about me? don’t you want daddy to win the race?” dan presses a hand against his chest, feigning hurt, which makes noah giggle uncontrollably.

after convincing noah that traveling with daniel will be fun, you grab your bags and head out for the airport. praying to the stars that this weekend is kind to your little bean.

“okay, bug, we have to pack your suitcase. can you think of something you want to bring for the trip?” daniel asks as he walks to noah’s room with the boy perched on his hip.

“cowboy clothes?” he suggests, daniel nods.

“the cowboy outfits will be in the hotel when we get there.” dan sits noah on his bed, and sits on the floor as he begins showing noah some articles of clothing, putting aside what noah wants to pack and placing the others back in place. “so, uncle michael will be sleeping here tonight, and early tomorrow we’ll go to the airport and fly to austin, okay?” it was important that you and dan explained everything to theo, so he could prepare for what was coming.

“okay. can i bring woody?” he shows his stuffed sheriff, the one that had noah’s name written on the bottom of the left boot.

“of course, bean!” daniel nods, “you can pick two more toys, okay? that way we won’t forget how many we took with us. do you know how much one plus two is?” he holds up a finger in one hand, two in the other. he watches as his son mimics his actions, then slowly counts under his breath.

“three! we take three toys!” he cheers.

“great job, noah!” daniel high-fives noah, his smile widening as noah runs to his closet and pulls out the small dinosaur-themed suitcase you got him for his birthday.

once everything is packed and michael, daniel’s trainer and one of his closest friends, arrives and plays a bit with noah, daniel prepares mac and cheese for the three of them, noah’s favorite food (and his). they eat as they talk about how exciting austin will be, promising noah to take him to a farm or ranch, when an idea crosses daniel’s mind.

“baby schumi!” he whispers to himself, grabbing his phone and typing a message.

“daddy?” it’s late. daniel’s in bed, hugging your pillow, he misses your scent, your warmth. he turns around, seeing noah standing next to him.

“what’s up, bean?” noah climbs in bed, laying on top of daniel.

“i miss mommy,” he mumbles, his chubby cheek pressed against dan’s chest.

“i know, bug. i miss her, too. but i talked to her a bit ago,” he kissed the top of noah’s head. “she said she's flying in the day after the race. and once she gets there, the three of us are going to a friend's ranch."

"like a farm?" noah asks, "i get to see animals?" his eyes open in excitement. daniel nods as he runs his hand up and down noah's back.

"yeah, bean. do you like that idea?" he whispers, to which noah only nods his head in reply, his eyes feeling heavy as daniel's breathing soothed him to sleep. "night, little bean. i love you," he kisses the top of noah's head, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with his son in his arms.

-

“you ready, bug?” daniel asks as he parks the car. noah is sitting on the backseat, playing with his woody and buzz lightyear toys. they’re both wearing their matching outfits, black shirts with silver details, dark jeans, and brown boots and hats. “do you remember how it was in italy? when daddy won?” he turns, looking at noah, who is nodding. “so there will be lots of people, but don’t worry, i won’t let go of you until we’re inside the motorhome. okay?” noah’s eyes drift down, fingers playing with his toys. “there will be cameras taking pictures of us, and you can show them all your cowboy outfit, isn’t that exciting?” he places a hand on noah’s leg.

“i can take woody?” he asks, clutching the toy close to his chest.

“of course you can! you can bring buzz as well, so you play with uncle michael when i’m busy.” noah nods, a small smile on his face. “you can ask him to make those funny voices you like,” daniel lifts his hand, rubbing noah’s cheek with his finger, making him laugh. “are you ready?”

“yes, daddy,”

hand in hand, they walk into the f1 paddock, noah grips his father’s hand tightly, his woody and buzz close to his chest. there’s people calling daniel’s name and he smiles at them, looking down at his son, who looks around with wide eyes, seeing all the people holding cameras in front of them.

“daddy,” he calls. “arms,” he raises his arms.

“i got you, bug. i got you. here we go, just three cowboys and an astronaut,” he grabs the toys in his free hand as noah circles his neck with his tiny arms. “look over there,” he points to the red bull garage, where max was laughing as he looked at them.

“uncle max!” noah yells, lifting his head from daniel’s shoulder. cameras follow them as they get close to the dutch.

“what’s this?” max asks, smiling at the father-son duo.

“just three cowboys and an astronaut,” noah repeats his father’s words, which make daniel laugh.

“damn right, bug,” he slips out.

“bad word, daddy!” noah laughs as daniel nods, “uncle max, where’s your cowboy shirt?”

“ah! i forgot it, mate! do you think i could borrow yours?” he asks, tickling noah’s belly.

“no!” he shrieks, laughing. “i match with daddy!” noah smiles. “you can have my hat,” he takes the hat off his head, placing it on top of max’s red bull cap. “there.”

the photographers take this opportunity to snap pictures of the interaction, noah hears the shutter and clicks of cameras over their laughter, suddenly becoming aware of all the eyes on them. slowly, he places his head back on daniel’s shoulders.

“i got you, bean.” daniel says as max places the hat back in the boy’s head. “say goodbye to uncle max.”

“bye, uncle max!” noah waves his hand, smiling.

“see you, noah. have fun,”

as they walk into the mclaren motorhome, daniel reminds noah of the worker’s names, he’d seen them just a few weeks ago in italy, and had played with some of them. but you were with him, now he was going to be alone with them when his father was busy.

thursday was okay, noah stayed with michael whilst daniel had interviews and the press conference. some mclaren workers popped in sometimes to talk to noah, played with him for a little while when they had some free time. he recognized a young woman named jenna, who’d played with him back in italy, the girl had made him feel at ease back then, and daniel had asked her to look after noah during the weekend, when michael and dan were both busy. as they were doing the track walk, jenna joined them, playing with the boy as daniel and his engineer studied the track. noah and jenna skipped on one leg, walked backward, and once daniel finished with the technical aspect of the track walk, it was now his turn to play with the boy, who was slowly coming out of his shell.

“i need to go, bug,” daniel rubs his hand up and down noah’s back. the boy is in his arms, legs around daniel’s back, face buried in his father’s neck as silent tears fall from his eyes. “noah, i promise i’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“why can’t i stay with uncle michael?” noah cries, clutching his father’s neck.

it’s friday, fifteen minutes before the first practice of the weekend, and daniel’s heart is breaking as he hears his son’s broken voice. they’re in his driver’s room, with michael and jenna. daniel looks at both of them, shaking his head side to side, asking them to leave the room. once father and son are alone, he starts walking around the small space, feeling his neck wet with noah’s tears.

“talk to me, bean. are you scared? nervous?”

“don’t want you to go,”

“but we talked about it this morning, noah. you said you were going to show jenna your toys, she wants to play with you,” he whispers in his son’s ear. noah stays quiet, moving his head so he’s looking toward the room. daniel continues walking, and noah notices they’re alone.

“where’s uncle michael?”

“they’re waiting outside, so we can talk, just us two.” daniel knew there was something bothering noah, something he wasn’t saying.

“i miss mommy,” he mumbles, and daniel sits down on the small sofa, his hand on his son’s hair.

“oh, bug,” daniel coos, hugging noah. “i know you miss her. i miss her, too. but we’ll see mommy in just a few days.”

“i know. but i miss her,” he repeats.

“that’s okay, noah. here’s what we can do, why don’t we call her?” daniel asks, grabbing his phone.

“can i see her?” noah lifts his head from daniel’s shoulder. daniel nods, tapping the video call button. noah shifts in daniel’s lap, leaning his back against his father’s chest. soon, your make-up free face fills the screen, a smile on your face as you see them.

“mommy!” noah yells, grabbing the phone and placing it a little too close to his face as he scans the screen. “mommy!” he smiles.

“hi, my love, how are you?” you smile as you watch noah. “did you see daddy get in his car?” you had reminders on for every session of the season, there were only five minutes left before the first practice, and even though it was so late for you, you were thinking about watching the session.

“daddy’s here,” noah moves the phone. daniel now holds the phone away so you can see both of them. “i miss you, mommy.”

“i miss you, too, noah. and i miss your daddy as well. why aren’t you in the car, daniel?” you ask, leaning on your side.

“we wanted to talk to you first, isn’t that right, bug?” noah nods.

“yeah,” noah looks down. you notice that.

“why don’t we talk whilst daddy goes to work, noah? i can stay with you until he comes back,” you offer, smiling as you see noah perk up.

“okay!”

“alright, bean, why don’t you go get jenna so she can watch you while you talk to mommy, okay? she’s right outside,” daniel points to the door.

“okay, daddy. mommy, don’t go, i’ll be right back!” he tells you right before jumping off daniel’s lap and running out the door.

“i miss you, love.” daniel says the second noah’s out the door.

“i miss you, too. has noah been crying?” you ask, you’d seen his eyes a little red.

“yeah, i explained the schedule for the day this morning, and all day he’s been clinging to me, i knew there was something more going on. and like, ten minutes ago he started crying because he didn’t want me to leave,” your heart broke at the words.

“oh, my little boy,” you almost pout.

“he was great yesterday, he loved his little outfit, and started opening up to jenna, which was how i knew something was up today. he misses you,”

“daniel, i am going to cry,” you say. you love your little bean with all your heart, and it breaks your heart to hear that he was suffering.

“i know. i’m about to, as well.” he chuckles. “are you sure you’re not tired? i can figure something out-”

“it’s okay, dan. you have your own responsibilities, i can stay awake for one more hour, and you can call me if you need me later, okay? we’ve got this. we’re a team.” you remind him.

“mommy, look what jenna made me!” noah says as he walks in, with the mclaren girl walking behind him.

“they’re waiting for you,” she tells daniel, who nods.

“i have to go, my bean, you stay here with mommy and jenna, okay?” daniel sets the phone against the wall and the desk, sitting noah down in the chair in front.

“hug,” noah says as he raises his arms. dan crouches next to noah, pulling him close to his chest.

“i’ll be back soon, okay, bug?” he pushes the curls away from noah’s face. the boy nods, smiling.

“good luck, daddy. i’ll be waiting right. here.” he says, tapping the desk twice as he says the last two words.

“i love you, bean. i’ll see you in a few. bye, love!” he ruffles noah’s hair, waving at you.

“bye, dan. good luck. i love you,” you smile at him.

“love you, too.” he says as he rushes out of the room, pushing his arms through the sleeves of his racing suit as he walked down the stairs.

talking to you does the trick. noah’s in a far better mood for the rest of the day. during the few hours before fp2 noah was back to his happy self. daniel has to shoot a video with lando, who plays with the boy as they set up everything.

“doggy!” noah yells as he sees lewis’ physio walking roscoe. “daddy, can i go pet the dog?” noah asks, leaving lando behind as he rushes to his father, who’s getting ready to do an interview.

“i’ll take him,” lando offers, daniel smiles, grateful.

“just for a bit, noah.”

“hi, doggy, do you remember me?” noah coos as he kneels in front of the dog, softly petting him. after playing with him for a few minutes, lando and noah walk back to daniel.

the two drivers sit in some chairs and are handed some cards for the interview. noah stands next to jenna, he gathers up the courage and taps her hand.

“can we go explore some more?” he asks, she nods her head. “i’ll go tell daddy.” noah walks to his father, who wraps an arm around his son’s waist. “daddy, can jenna and i go explore?”

it takes daniel a few seconds to process what he’d just heard, but after the initial shock he smiles, nodding.

“of course you can, bean. just don’t stray too far away from jenna, okay?”

“yes, daddy!”

noah holds jenna’s hand in his, he looks around with a surprised look on his face, everything looked so gigantic in the eyes of the four-year-old. the mclaren girl and noah stumble into a giant game of jenga.

“mini ric!” aston martin driver, sebastian vettel, says hi to the boy. “do you want to play with us?” he points to mick schumacher, who waves at the boy.

“you’re daniel’s boy?” mick asks, crouching in front of noah, who nods, taking a step back. “my name’s mick. did your father tell you about the ranch?” mick smiles.

a few days before, after promising noah that he’d take him to some place where he could see some animals, he remembered the offer mick made just a few days ago. they’d go to the schumacher’s ranch the following monday.

“yeah, i’m going to see animals,” noah felt at ease in the presence of both germans, having met sebastian many times before.

“i’ll be there as well,” mick smiles. “it’s my family’s ranch,” he says proudly, watching noah’s eyes widening in surprise.

“whoa!” noah breathes.

“do you want to play? we’ll let you choose the blocks,” sebastian smiles as noah nods.

everyone completely forgets that the two germans are supposed to be answering the questions as the cameras keep rolling, everyone is too enthralled by the young ricciardo, who gets lost in the game, until he hears his father’s voice.

“well, well, well, what do we have here?” he asks, faking a southern accent as he approaches them.

“daddy!” noah rushes to his dad. “look, i’m playing with them!” he points to the german drivers, who bump fists with daniel.

“you’re having fun, huh?” daniel smiles. “were uncle mick and uncle seb nice company?” he asks.

“yeah, we’re going to uncle mick’s ranch!” noah points to the young haas driver, who smiles at the boy.

“that’s right, bug. say goodbye now, we’ve got to eat lunch now,” he holds noah in his arms, noah throws an arm around daniel’s neck, waving to the germans with his free hand.

“thanks uncle mick and uncle seb, goodbye!” noah says, leaning into his father.

after eating, noah falls asleep in daniel’s driver’s room, so he instantly relaxes at the thought of having to go through that whole thing again.

saturday is a much better day, you had explained to noah that you wouldn’t be able to talk during practice 3, because you had work, which he understood. but in truth, you had to leave for the airport. you’d managed to finish everything for work way earlier than expected, and had changed your flight, so you could be there for the race. you wanted it to be a surprise, so you didn’t tell daniel or noah, only texted michael so he could set up a car to pick you up and drive you to the hotel and then to the track.

early that day, daniel had the chance to drive his hero’s nascar car, and noah had watched from the pit wall as the car passed him. he’d seen his father’s huge smile once he got out. daniel’s heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. as soon as daniel slipped out of the car, noah ran to his father, and with noah in his arms, perched on his hip, daniel did all the interviews, talked with zak and everyone else. daniel looked at his son, who had a proud smile on his face.

for qualifying, noah asks daniel if he can watch it from the garage, to which daniel responds by throwing the child in the air, catching him in his arms and pulling him close to his chest. noah has on a pair of kid-sized headphones over his ears, protecting him from all the loud noises. as the mechanics prepare the car, daniel asks noah if he’d like to sit in the car.

noah had always been curious about what it’d be like to sit in his father’s car, so he shyly nodded. daniel was almost jumping up and down in excitement, with his phone out and recording and taking pictures of him.

“daddy, sit here, too!” noah laughs. daniel takes him out of the car, climbing in and sitting down on the tight space. once he’s settled in, michael places noah on his father’s lap. noah feels a little claustrophobic, but smiles to the cameras as he places his hand on his father’s shoulder.

“what do you want to have for dinner?” daniel asks noah as they walk into their hotel suite.

“mac’n’cheese!” noah beams, placing on a small table his new dinosaur plushy that lando had given him.

“okay, why don’t you go change your clothes while i order? can you do that, bean?” noah nods. “put this on your suitcase as well,” he instructs, pointing to the new toy. the boy grabs it, heading for the room.

“daddy, why is it so cold?” noah asks. the boy’s eyes widen as he sees a figure sleeping on the bed. you’d fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillows. noah panics, dropping his dinosaur and rushing out of the room.

“daddy! there’s someone sleeping in there!” noah whispers. daniel’s eyes go wide.

“stay here,” he says, noah nods, watching as daniel walks slowly to the room.

daniel spots you immediately, the covers up to your chin, the ac on full blast like you always had it (so you had to cuddle close to dan), even with the thick duvet and blanket, he can make out your figure perfectly. he stands there, stunned that you’re there. there. in austin. earlier than you’d planned. quietly, he walks out with a smile on his face. seeing noah standing right where he’d left him.

“noah, that’s mommy.” daniel whispers.

“mommy? she was in the pyramid!” he says, running to his father, who lifts him up.

“i know, that’s what i thought, too. but she’s here. she must’ve flown in earlier to surprise us.”

“that’s nice of her,” noah whispers, leaning forward so he can see your sleeping figure.

“shall we wake her up?” daniel asks, noah nods, an excited grin on his face.

they both walk to you, slowly and silently, until they reach the end of the bed, daniel throws noah to the bed, yelling as he climbs on the bed himself.

“mommy! wake up, we’re here!” noah shrieks.

“wake up, my love!” daniel yells.

you wake up startled, your heart beating fast inside your chest as you see your little bean and your husband in front of you. you let your head fall back against the pillows, placing a hand on your chest as you recover from the shock. you hear them both laugh as you calm down.

“you scared the living daylights out of me,” you say, laughing. “where’s my baby bug?” you coo, stretching your arms, noah jumps into your arms and you engulf him in the tightest embrace ever. “i missed you so much, my little bean,” you kiss the top of his hair as he throws his arms around your neck.

“missed you too, mommy. don’t ever leave again,” he murmurs, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

after reuniting with your boys, your food arrives and you all eat as noah tells you everything he did that weekend. it amazes you so much how one weekend alone with dan has really helped noah come out of his shell. you hear him talk about all the drivers he spoke to, played with, really getting out of his comfort zone. noah falls asleep first, as is expected. giving you alone time with dan. you both sit on the sofa, your back against his chest as you tell him how your trip was.

he tells you how surprised he was to see noah so comfortable after just three days there, how excited he got when daniel was driving the nascar car, how he watched the quali from the garage and even sat on the car with him.

the next morning, noah and dan are sporting matching texas longhorn jerseys. you and noah stay in the garage while daniel goes to his runway show the driver's parade. you cheer for him inside the garage as he drives to the grid. after an intense race, noah is yelling at the screens as he sees max on the last turn.

"look, mommy, that's uncle mick!" noah points to the car in front of max's, you're surprised at the nickname he gave the german.

"max can go faster now," you say as noah jumps up and down in excitement.

"go uncle max! yeeeesss!" he screams at the top of his lungs as max crosses the finish line. you cheer for the dutch as well. "daddy!" noah yells as he sees the orange car. "go, daddy!" he screams.

"daddy finished fifth, baby!" you grab noah in your arms, kissing his cheek.

"five!" he says as he holds up five fingers.

you and noah watch the podium celebration, watching the red bull mechanics in the huge parked car. they notice you and noah, beckoning you to sit with them. noah laughs as he watches his uncle max spray the champagne. max sees the young boy in the center of the car and waves at him.

"daddy, congrats!" noah jumps from your arms to daniel's, his arms circling dan's neck.

"thanks little bean, did you have fun?" he leans his forehead against noah's, smiling as you three walk to the motorhome.

"yeah! i saw uncle max on the podium!" he smiles.

"did you now?"

"what are we doing now?" noah asks, looking at you two.

"we're going back to the hotel so we can rest a little, after that we can go out and eat something. how's that sound?" daniel suggests, and noah nods his head.

"yeah, okay. and tomorrow we go with uncle mick to see the animals?" he asks for confirmation.

"that's right, bug,"

"you've got a lot of uncles now, don't you noah?" you raise an eyebrow as you climb the steps to daniel's driver's room.

"yes, i liked coming here, mommy,"

"that's nice to hear, bean. did you have fun this weekend?"

"yes! when can we do it again?” noah smiles as he pushes open the door to daniel’s room. noah walks in, jumping on the sofa as you and dan lean back against the shut door, smiling at your son.

“you’ve created a monster, ricciardo,” you tell dan, whose smile is as wide as ever.

“nah, he just needed a little help opening up. it’s in his genes,” daniel shakes his head slightly, throwing an arm around your shoulders, you lean your head on his shoulder, watching as noah plays with his toys.

“now i’m scared to leave you both alone, who knows what mischief you two troublemakers can cause!” you say as you walk to noah, tickling his belly.

after daniel changes from his racing suit to a more comfortable outfit, you all walk downstairs, noah walking ahead of you, leading the way.

he waves at people as he walks by, thanking jenna for playing with him during the weekend.

“i love him,” you grip daniel’s hand in yours, a proud twinkle in your eye as you watch your little bean. “i love you,”

“i love you, too. this has been one of the greatest weekends of my life,” daniel says. “i’m so grateful for you and our little bean,” you nod at his words, trying your hardest not to let your eyes fill with happy tears.

“it’s odd… watching him so carefree. i know my shy, quiet little boy is still in there, but it’s like he was meant to outshine everything else this weekend.”

“that’s the beauty of texas, baby,” daniel fakes an accent, which makes you roll your eyes as you laugh.

“no more accent, please,” you beg, “and you’re shaving this as soon as we get to the hotel,” you place a hand on his face, thumb tapping his beard.

“oh, come on!”

[carolmunson]

on the verge (lil' steddie x reader smut blurb)

Anon request: ‘What about reader being in trouble with Steve and she’s not allowed to cum but when eddie is alone with her he tries to work her up.'

this content isn’t for anyone under 18, so bye. 

warnings: fem reader, female anatomy mention, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, orgasm denial mention, dom!eddie, dom!steve, brat!reader, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving mention), humiliation, degradation, name calling, some mild manipulation

You had two days left on your week long orgasm ban. It had been a bad one. You couldn’t cum, you had to kneel at Steve’s feet whenever he asked, a full day of crawling to get around the house (even though Eddie snuck you some knee pads), spending evenings while they watched TV writing lines at the kitchen table. Your throat was raw with all the blow jobs you’d been giving and your body was aching from edging every night for almost a week.

Steve would wake you up while Eddie slept, his hands in your panties, sliding his fingers against your slick skin, “You want it so bad, don’t you baby?” 

“Please, please daddy I’ll be good. I’ll be so good,” you’d beg. He’d tease his fingertips into you, a little further each time until your whines lilted into almost cries and then pull them out. Putting them at your mouth to diligently clean up your mess. 

“You only wanna be good now,” he’s tease before flipping over and going back to sleep. Leaving you there, soaked and aching. Steve wasn’t being very kind to you, even though you didn’t do anything wrong. 

“The fact that I have to keep reminding you is the biggest problem,” he’d say when you tried to tell him that, “I’ll add another day. You’re the one who isn’t allowed to finish, I’ve been finishing just fine.” 

So yeah, maybe you had caused a scene at the mall when you thought he was checking out the cashier at The Gap. Maybe you did embarrass him by going to visit him at Family Video and calling him ‘Daddy’ in front of a customer (which was totally Eddie’s fault because he kept throwing Raisinets at you from behind the shelves). Maybe you did get caught touching yourself without permission after Steve and Eddie were out late. Maybe you did drink a little past your limit at a girls night and threw up on his shoes at the front door. Maybe you wore a pair of shorts at that same girls night that were just a little too short. 

But you didn’t really do anything wrong. 

You’d spent the last half hour on your knees next to Steve who was working on his budget for next month at the kitchen table. He did wear glasses often, but had a pair on hand for when he had to start reading those tiny receipts. Steve put a hand to his forehead, tapping his pen on the notebook in front of him. 

“A hundred dollars on videos games alone?” Steve muttered, “Munson’s not getting shit from me until Christmas.” 

“That’s only like, two games,” you said from the floor. 

“That’s even worse,” he said looking down at you.

“Also, shut up. You’re on time out,” his tone was light and he gave your hair a gentle stroke. 

“Hey, wench.” Eddie said, stomping into the kitchen, patting your head roughly as he went to open the fridge. You pouted, wanting to retort, but you were on thin ice. 

Eddie emerged from the fridge with a can of coke and cracked it above your head, peering down at you, “Come upstairs with me, I need my little good luck charm to help me beat the next level on Super Mario.” 

“Can I go?” you asked Steve, putting your hand on his knee. You loved watching Eddie play video games. 

“Please? She needs a little break,” Eddie said, his tone matching yours. 

Steve sighed, leaned back in his chair and ran his hands his hands over his face, “Yeah, fine, fine. You freaks are distracting me anyway.” 

Eddie helped you up and raced you upstairs to him and Steve’s little man-cave, it made great use of the extra bedroom. When you got up there though, the TV wasn’t even on. The game was abandoned and unopened on the bookcase in the corner. Ed shut the door behind him. 

“Are we not playing?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. 

“Oh, we’re playing alright,” Eddie started, “Come on sweet girl, get on the couch.”  “Um,” you faltered, blushing, “Do you mean, like, playing?” 

“You know what I mean, baby,” he said, “Go sit on the couch and open those legs up for me. I know Daddy didn’t let you put anything on under that dress today – it was my idea.”  “I caan’t,” you whined, “I promised I’d be good.” 

“Having your legs open for me is very good behavior in my book,” he smiled, taking steps towards you, “Let me just taste you, princess, it’s been a long week for me too.” 

You sighed, you’d love for him to use his mouth on your right now, but you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep yourself together.

“Okay, okay,” you gave in, settling on the side cushion, hiking the skirt of your light blue dress up. You swung a leg over the arm of the couch and leaned back into the soft fabric. Eddie looked at you hungrily, taking his denim jacket off and tossing it on the arm chair by the other and of the couch. He kneeled before you, letting his fingers tease you first – sweat formed at your hairline, you were already so close. 

“I love when you’re a bad girl for Daddy,” he said huskily, flicking his tongue at your opening, “It makes you such a good girl for me.” 

“P-please don’t talk like that, it’s gonna be too much…” you whimpered out as your walls pulsed. You squirmed against his mouth, trying not to buck your hips too much while he slid two fingers into you. 

“So wet, too,” he said, slurping at your clit, “Stevie’s really been missing out.” 

“Ed-Eddie, I caaan’t…” you whined, your voice barely audible while you tried to hold your moans in. You clenched your abs, trying to ignore the pleasure rising between your legs, rapidly reaching its peak. 

“You can cum baby, I won’t tell Daddy,” he said, knowing just what to say to send you over the edge, “I won’t tell him what a bad girl you are.” 

Tears filled your eyes and you bit your lip hard to keep from everything spilling over. His fingers pumped into you like pistons and you shook beneath him. 

“Please Eddie, no, I’m not a bad girl, please,” you whined, tugging at his hair. He grunted over your clit, his tongue flicking over it with innate expertise. 

“Oh, yes you are, sweet thing,” he whispered, feeling your pussy pulse around his fingers, knowing he’d gotten you there. 

“Such a bad girl,” you heard, just as you came hard over Eddie fingers and mouth, crying at the overwhelming pleasure and shame from giving in. But it wasn’t Eddie who had admonished you – it was Steve, leaning on his shoulder in the doorway with his arms crossed. Your heart ached at the disappointed look on his face. 

“No,” you cried out, tears spilling out of you while after shocks shivered through you, “P-please don’t be mad. Please don’t be mad at me. Eddie said–” 

“Don’t put the blame on Eddie, baby. I know you’re lying,” he said, putting his glasses in his chest pocket, “I told him to do it. Can’t believe you were gonna lie to me.” 

“Wh-what?” you asked, putting your legs back together, feeling the wet spot you left on the couch cushion under you. 

Eddie wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, standing up and crossing his arms, “Just a little test, sweetheart, to see if you’d behave. ‘Cause Stevie knows I love when you don’t.” 

“See, if you were a good girl, you would’ve come down and told me that Ed wanted to play,” Steve said, pulling you up for the couch and into his arms, “You would’ve asked me if it was okay to finish. If you had asked, I might have said yes.” 

Tears spilled out of you again, “That’s not fuh-fuh-fair-r-r.” 

“Oooh, life’s not fair, baby,” Steve mocked, “So we’re gonna start the week over until you learn your lesson, yeah? You have to learn how to control yourself.” 

“I did learn!” you protested, “Please, we don’t have to start over.” 

“Yes we do,” he said, taking your hand and leading you back down stairs, Eddie following close behind, “We can start with you writing some more lines for me.” 

“Yeah like, ‘I’m an insatiable cumslut’, one hundred times,” Eddie said from behind the both of you as you got back to the kitchen. Steve looked over his shoulder. 

“Dude, no,” he said, furrowing his brows. You chuckled, but it quickly turned into a yelp when you were put on your knees again at Steve’s feet. 

Eddie shrugged, clicking his tongue, “Whatever. She likes it.”

[finniestoncrane]

Hey, loving your stuff, especially your take on capullo!Riddler, hes such a lovable sleaze-bag♥️🥰 Wanted to ask if you have any headcanons on whats it like to sleep in the same bed with the riddlers? Also maybe how they like to be woken up👀😏?

Riddlers Waking Up

Riddler Headcanons good god i love that sleazy little misogynist, ready to set back feminism for that red-headed angel 💚 this was such a fun request anon and now i am sleepy and aroused so good modd i guess request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: sex work, suggestive language, daddy!kink

young justice

god he is an absolute sweetheart to sleep with. he'll let you bring stuffies in, he'll make sure you have enough duvet, he'll fluff your pillows for you before you get in, and he'll make sure you are comfortable with the way he's hugging you. definitely likes being big spoon because it makes him feel like the protector he likes waking up to you stroking his hair or his face, just watching him peacefully sleeping, or waking up with his face buried into your head or neck, inhaling the smell of your shampoo

gotham

another one who makes it his mission to have it feel like you're sleeping in a five star hotel. clean sheets, pyjamas folded on your pillow, he's one mint short of being able to apply for a star rating system. he's long and lanky and wraps himself around you in your sleep, holding you round the waist, close to him he likes to wake up first, just so he can prepare your cute breakfast of heart shaped toast with a question shaped fried egg in the middle (intricate, wonder how many times he failed before this perfect looking one) and tea. always with the tea

twojar

he has a bachelor bed. not a gross bachelor bed, like he has a bed frame and sheets and more than two pillows. but it's very sterile and gray and the sheets don't have softener on them. it's nice to sleep in the same bed as him though because he likes sleeping naked (kaching) and loves having your head and hand resting on his chest (kaching) while he strokes your arm or hair or side if he could wake up to you stroking his chest, tracing his scar, running your hands through his hair, he would be set for the rest of the day. he keeps mouthwash in the bedside cabinet so that he can start the day off right with a very passionate kiss

telltale

he needs his space. if he didn't think it would upset you, he would like to suggest you have two single beds like a couple on a 60s tv sitcom. but he'll tolerate sharing a bed as long as it is at least king-size and he doesn't feel you in the night. he will always without failure give you a kiss before you fall asleep though if he wakes up and his back doesn't hurt, that's all he could ever wish and hope for. and it's nice you're still there too. but not having to pound painkillers with his coffee, sorry at his age that's more desirable than morning sex

dano

he will fall asleep facing away from you but you will wake up with him wrapped around you. he's just a bit shy, he doesn't want to bother you, get in your space during your sleep, because sleep is so important! but he can't help himself, his body just gravitates towards you, desperate to hold you very close and protect you in the morning, he likes you to turn the alarm off before it wakes him up so that you can gently bring him into the day with a kiss on the forehead, brushing his fluffy hair, and passing him his glasses so the first thing he can see without blurry vision is you

unburied

he has to be the little spoon and he'll freak out and make sure you do not sleep unless he gets to be snuggled and warmed. he's a total pain in the ass. he will pull the duvet off you, sleep in the middle of the bed, keep you awake if you are sleepier than him. the worst. but he makes up for it by being so soft and cute and huggable he likes to be wakened up with you around him, kissing the back of his neck, definitely hinting to him that there's potential for it to be a very good start to the day

arkham

god he is a sweetheart to sleep with. he's a night time shower guy, so when he gets into bed he's soft, warm and clean (which isn't as nice a smell as his usual musk, but whatever). his hair is soft, his face is free of smudges, and you can really get a good look at how handsome he is. so many kisses will get peppered all over you, and he won't go to sleep until he's made sure you've already nodded off. whatever calms you down most, riddles, hair stroking, tickling your arm, he'll dedicate hours to it if need be if you could wake him up with some worship of his body that would be nice. kissing his arms, his chest, his face, his legs, his side, just a nice reminder that you're very interested in him for something other than his intelligence, because he's stupidly self-conscious about that

capullo

no sheets for you. no space for you. you can one pillow but he needs three. he's too hot so don't touch him, but he will fall asleep with his hands on your chest or your ass. he snores too, and don't even think about waking him up to get him to stop because he really needs his rest, he's too important to not function on a solid 9 hours. also here's a question: will you let him fall asleep while he cock warms inside of you? because that would really help him relax and don't you want to make him happy? ok so if he's dreaming, he'd love to wake up to you sucking him off. is that really too much to ask? or like, hey if you're really keen to please, just start riding him. he wakes up hard most mornings anyway so you can just hop right on. if he wakes up first, you can also bet you'll wake up to him pressing his erection against you. irritating, i love him

[rukunas]

—cherry on top!

pairing: scumbag!satoru gojo x fem!reader

warnings: smut, male receiving oral, lipstick kink, cum swallowing, head pushing, hair pulling, gagging, choking, name-calling, gojo being mean, toxic, and possessive, fuckboy!gojo

author’s note: this is for 🔮 anon, who planted the lipstick kink idea months ago <333 love you so much bb i hope you enjoy!!

“Excuse me, Miss, do you need any help?”

Nope! Gojo wants to snap at the worker, level her with a condescening smile that would make her squirm. No help, she doesn’t need it.

“Yeah, actually!” You beam, making Gojo roll his eyes under his glasses. He mimics your high pitched voice "yeah actually" under his breath, earning him a discrete pinch to his arm. “I’m trying to find the perfect shade to match this new dress I got…”

Gojo knows exactly how the next half hour will pan out. The girl helping you will show you lipstick after lipstick, each color slightly different from the next as you paint a little section of the tester onto your wrist. At the end of it all, you’ll give up on finding “the one” and end up buying them all, Gojo having to step up as The Gentleman™ and pay for the mile-long receipt.

He doesn’t mind paying for you— he’s a trust fund baby after all. Besides, he likes how flustered and annoyed you get when he whips out his credit card faster than you can, especially considering that the two of you are just friends with benefits. Not even friends, really, considering how much the two of you bicker. But, besides the point, he has no problem splurging his money on you.

The problem is hiding his hard-on every time you come back to his place afterwards, standing before the mirror to smudge pigments onto your parted lips.

He doesn’t know why he gets all hot and bothered at seeing you pout and smack your lips together, but he does, blue eyes narrowing in at you applying a steady coat of gloss to make them look shiny. And he sure as hell knows that he wants you to mark him up in that gorgeous pink color, leave prints all over his neck and chest. He needs you to use him like those men of magazine covers and perfume ads, stains left behind on his skin like artwork. He wonders how those lips would look wrapped around his—

“You okay?” You meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror, squinting to analyze his faraway expression. “You look paler than usual."

“Staring at you gives me a headache, sweetheart.” He bounces back with a cheeky smile. "I'll nap it off."

You turn, teeth sinking into your luscious bottom lip as you scowl at him. The sight makes Gojo’s breath hitch and cock harden. It’s not fair, you just make him lose his cool with the slightest of actions. And Gojo depends on his coolness.

“Don't tell me your sick. Keep your gross germs away from me. Go on, get lost.”

Gojo practically trips his way to get away from you, flopping onto his bed with an arm covering his face. He feels like a pubescent boy, sweating and throbbing from a wave of horny hormones. He hasn’t felt this way since middle school— why does he put up with you? He could be fucking anyone else, but he knows at his core that you’re the only one who can satisfy him. Sigh.

It's fine, it's fine, he tells himself. You'll get a wipe in a minute and swipe all of the product off your face, grab your makeup bags, and get the hell out of his apartment. He can totally ignore you, pump away his cock in the comfort of his bed, alone—

“Heading out, dumbass. Don't call me tonight to fuck, 'm busy—”

A record scratches in Gojo’s head as you peek your head through the crack of his bedroom door, lips still painted red and body fitted in a matching tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“You’re leaving?” Wearing that lipstick?

You’re busy sifting through your purse to notice how on edge your fuck-buddy seemed to be. “Yeah. The girls are going clubbing for Shoko’s birthday, remember?”

Now, Gojo isn’t the possessive type. He swears he’s not, even as he lurches out of bed with his brows pinched and a frown tracing his lips, his fingers curling against your wrist. And he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong in him saying that—

“You aren’t going.”

“Huh?”

“I said, you aren’t going. Not with your makeup done like that.”

“Done like what?” You feel your own brows crease to match Gojo’s glare. “What are you talking about?”

He reaches out to cup your cheek, thumb patting against your lips. “Done like a whore.”

The word should have hit you like a slap, a how could you say that? reaction with tears brimming your eyes. But when it’s Satoru Gojo saying it, the World’s Biggest Player (outcompeting Geto!), it’s pure humor, better than any joke told by a stand-up comedian.

You laugh right in his face. “I’m the whore? Satoru, you get a boner every time I put on chapstick. Who’s the whore here?”

Gojo can feel himself blush but he refuses to back down, smirking to maintain his confidence. “So you know what you’re doing? Fucking minx. You just like the attention.” His thumb stays on your lip, smearing the gloss and letting it stain the skin around it.

"That's not true." You feel yourself lose your vigor as Gojo slips a finger into your mouth, the weight heavy and teasing of what is to come. Gojo senses it too, his smile growing wider and eyes zeroing in on the ring being left behind on his knuckle.

"What's not true? You're not a slut? Say it then."

“'M not—”

Gojo pushes his fingers further into your mouth, the tips reaching the back of your tongue and making you gag. "Sorry, what was that?" He pulls his hand out, not missing the strings of spit that connect from his fingers to your chin. When you don't respond, too busy heaving in air, he knows he's got you right where he wants. Perfect.

"Hmm, maybe you can suck something else?" He frames it like a question, as if you have any choice when it comes to him. You glower at him under your lashes as you kneel down, fisting the fabric of his pants and tugging them down harder than you need to.

"Ah, ah, forgetting something." He leans back, reaching something on the dresser before tossing it down next to you— a tube of Cherry on Top! red lipstick. "Put some more on first."

"Kinky little shit." You mutter, but you pull off the cap with a pop. A stady grip and gentle pressure leaves your lips standing out in a pretty red once again.

"Good?"

Gojo grins. "Go ahead, chéri."

“Haha, funny.”

If he was anyone else, you'd bite off the tip of his dick. Unfortunately, Gojo happens to be the strongest. He'd turn on Infinity before you'd get the chance.

He's attentive when you pull his length out, almost slapping at your cheek when it springs out of his boxers. He's long, a slight curve right in the middle that feels great when it's inside you, mushing against your G spot, but it’s not so great when you have to swallow him down. It makes you gulp as you open your mouth and bring the tip to your tongue, but Gojo takes a fistful of your hair and pulls you back.

"Ah— what?"

"Kiss the tip."

You groan. "I'm going to be late, y'know."

"If you obeyed instead of arguing, you'd be done faster, y'know."

With a sigh, you lean forward and kiss the tip, crimson staining the head of his cock in a pretty print. "Fine, there—"

When you look up at Gojo, head thrown back and mouth is dropped open in a gasp, eyes screwed shut like he's about to cum. Just from that?

Oh. Oh.

The realization hits you like lightening, a shock that runs through your head and rewires your neurons to see the obvious:

Gojo is weak.

Well, okay, maybe not weak, but his one weakness is you. Your lips.

Well, well, well, not so strong, is he?

Pumping his dick in one hand, you press open-mouthed kisses along the bottom of his length, even moving down to nibble away at his thighs. In between pecks, you have to reapply the lipstick so that the markings truly show on his skin. His body is your canvas, a very responsive canvas, one that groans and tugs your hair with every brushstroke of scarlet. When you think you've teased him enough, satisfied by your work, you finally take him in your mouth, red ringing his shaft.

Red is an… interesting color for Gojo. It's a part of his cursed technique, it's what he sees at the end of every fight in a pool under his opponent. It's a color that makes him absolutely feral, and when he sees you at your knees, red lips swallowing him whole... he blames you for what happens next. It's your fault for underestimating him.

"Fucking vixen."

He grabs the sides of your face as he pummels your mouth, thrusts forcing your nose to mash against his pelvis with every thrust, makeup smearing against his base with how much you drool. Your gags only keep him going, his icy blue irises getting darker and darker as his pupils widen from the high.

“Take it, c'mon, sweetheart.” He laughs at you, the audacity of him. "Wanted to tease me so bad, isn't this what you wanted?"

You try to shake your head, but you can't ignore the wetness soaking your panties, how your thighs inadvertently flex to put the slightest bit of pressure on your clit. A teary-eyed glance upwards sends Gojo off, a whine escaping his lips as he cums in the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow everything he gives you.

You pop off of his length, finally, sticky pink spit tinting your chin and cheeks.

"Fuck you." You groan, using your wrist to wipe away as much slick off your face as you can, but it just ends up making the mess worse. "I don't have time to redo this."

"Aww, sorry about that." He sounds the least bit sorry, reaching down to drag his jeans up his legs. He couldn't care less that he still has lipstick stamps all over his inner thighs. "I guess you can just stay in with me."

"Don't gloat."

"Me?" He lets out a dramatic gasp, raising his eyebrows and placing his palm on his chest. "I would never."

You pull yourself off the ground, ignoring the hand that he offers to help you up. "I'm telling Geto and Shoko about your lipstick kink, by the way."

"I'll kill you before you get the chance." He says brightly. "Round two, chéri?"

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[arcade-writing]

May I get the reverse of that other anon's ask where Silco gets overstimulated instead? Aftercare is just so nice to see 🥰

Totally, my brain has been all over the place with my schedule but I'm so glad I finally finished this!

You know when you have the ideas already there but your brain refuses to put into words? That happened to me

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Lack of Power

🍐 suggestive

Pairing: Silco X reader

Warning: light NSFW, overstimulation, aftercare, brief sir kink

You had to soothe him into the idea at first. He preferred to be the one who had the control in the bedroom. You didn't want to take that away from him but you wanted to let him experience other things aswell. He agreed and your plan was simple for tonight.

Silco was drooling, eyes going out of focus as he stared up to the ceiling. Gritting his teeth as your hand pumped his cock. Tears stained his cheeks as he gripped to the bedsheets. A smirk tugging at the edge of his strained lips as he climaxed. it was weak, just short spurts that left him panting.

"Want me to keep going, sir?" You asked, keeping your hand where it was but easing your grip.

He hiccuped as he laid there. Tapping your hand with numb limbs. You immediately removed your hand and got up. Pressing a kiss to his forehead as you told him you'll be right back.

You returned now wearing an oversized dressing gown and holding a damp rag. A small bowl in the other that had warm water. You placed them by the bed side table before pulling out his cigar. Fishing out from under your bed to your little stash of snacks.

A knock on the door surprised Silco. As he settled back down to earth, he was about to question it but you just patted his hand. Shuffling to the door and took the glass of water from the goon. Thanking him before closing the door.

Once you returned you saw he was already reaching over for his cigar, still weak from your activities. You kissed your teeth. Grabbing his wrist as you put the water in his face.

"Drink." He frowned. you sighed, a smile on your face as you fluttered your eyes at him. "Please, sir."

He shook his head with a hoarse chuckle. Drinking the water until nothing was left. He cleared his throat and pulled you closer to him.

"Are you proud of yourself?"

You nodded your head, a mischievous grin on your face. "Absolutely! Did you enjoy it?"

"it was pleasant, I'm surprised, I'll take up more of your offers."

You caressed his face. Kissing all over his scar as he hummed. Sinking back into the bed with his arms hanging around your hips.

Silco reached for the snacks, greedily munching on the dried fruits and different types of nuts and seeds. He offered you some and you happily accepted. Sighing as you snuggled closer to him.

"Are you okay? You were being more obident than usual." He pointed out.

"I'm fine, near the end my brain fizzled down and the walk to and from the bathroom gave me abit of a refresher."

He nodded. Rubbing patterns into your bare shoulder. He enjoyed time like this with you; it was vulnerable. Safe. Before you he never got to experience this; just talking and cuddling. He'd be guilty at times, demanding to be left alone to unwind after.

But with you? He felt content. To just be in your arms and listen to you breathe. Feel you against him and not worry about a thing. For a moment forgetting where he was. Who he was. What he's done.

It was just you two.

"Silco- thank you for letting me do this with you, I really appreciate your trust." You spoke up, wiping away a crumb from the corner of his mouth.

"My love, you are the only person I will trust with this."

You smiled. Grabbing the wet rag and began slowly wiping him down. Sliding down the bed so you could reach everywhere. Humming a song you've heard on his vinyl record.

You already gave yourself a quick wash whilst grabbing what you needed. So it was time you could just focus your efforts on the man beside you. Kissing down his stomach before returning back to his face.

You gasped as you were suddenly pushed to the bed. Silco was hovering over you as he pulled your dressing gown open. He had that shit eating grin on his face as he looked down at you.

"oops- how did we get here?"

"You're truely unstoppable." You chuckled, watching him kiss your chest.

He kissed all the way down to your stomach. Laying there with his cheek pressed against it. You weaved your fingers through his hair as he traced circles into your skin.

"i love you." He mumbled against your skin. He didn't care if you heard him or not. He just had the desire to say it.

"I know and that's why I'm the luckiest person in Zaun."

[fandom-puff]

Headspace

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by: anon ‘hi! are you up for writing snape smut where reader is in subspace, and he takes care/babies her right after? totally fine if you’re not lovely <3’

Warnings: tail end of smut, rough sex, established dynamic, subspace, bit of a daddy kink, caretaking, mentions of spanking

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Your entire being quivered as you arched your back, pushing your hips impossibly closer to Severus, eager to keep his cock inside of you as you rode out your orgasm. Severus grunted, hunching over your body, face pressing into the back of your neck, feeling the flutter and throb of your cunt.

You took a few moments to catch your breath as Severus pulled out, and he admired the way his seed trickled out of you. Whimpering softly, you pitched forward onto your elbows, forehead pressed into the mattress.

“YN, sweetheart, are you alright?” Severus murmured, sensing a shift in your mood that indicated your kinky session was over. You gave another whimper, letting him help you sit upright. As the hot skin of your bottom grazed his leg hair, you moaned, shifting uncomfortable and burying your face in the crook of Severus’s neck. He smiled softly, rubbing your back gently. “Come on, my love. We need to get you cleaned up, alright?” You gave a grumble of protest, your arms now winding around his neck. “YN, I need you to use your words, can you do that for me?” he said, a little firmer.

You poured slightly, lifting your head up slightly. “‘M Tired,” you mumbled, wanting nothing more than to curl up in Severus’ arms and go to sleep, but you knew he would let you do no such thing until he had supervised you relieve yourself and then drink a glass of water, and let him rub some lotion onto your bottom, which was still raw from his spanking. Severus smiled softly, slowly starting to move, helping you stand up. “Daddy…” you whined, still determined to keep your face buried in his neck. He would allow no such thing until you were properly cared for, but it was worth a go.

“I know, Princess,” he said gently, tipping your chin up and kissing the tip of your nose. “Come on. The quicker we get you cleaned up, the quicker we can have cuddles, okay?”

“‘Kay,” you mumbled, slipping your hand into his. He smiled gently, giving your hand a little squeeze. You trotted after him to the bathroom and without prompt, you went to relieve yourself. When you returned to the bedroom, Severus had a glass of icy water and a tub of ointment.

As you reached out for the glass, Severus held up his hand. “Have you washed your hands, darling?”

“With soap,” you said obediently, beaming when you saw Severus’s smile.

“Good girl,” he said, handing you the water. “Two hands, Princess,” he reminded you, watching as you drank and making sure you didn’t spill any down yourself. “Clever girl,” he smiled, taking the glass off you and setting it down. You hummed, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of your head, reaching around you for the ointment, and in a well practiced movement, he rubbed the soothing liquid into your flesh. Instantly you let out a contented sigh, relaxing into his arms. He smiled softly at you, before moving so that he was sat on the edge of the bed with you between his legs. You smiled bashfully at him. “Would you like daddy to heal these lovebites, sweetheart?”

“No. Wanna keep them,” you mumbled and Severus nodded, praising you for using your words, before helping you step into some plain cotton knickers and one of his T-shirts. As the fabric fell over your body, you let out a little yawn, and Severus chuckled.

“Come on, little one,” he said gently, helping you into bed. “Let’s get some rest, hm?” You nodded, instantly snuggling into his side and wrapping your arms around him, clinging like a little koala bear. “There we go,” Severus murmured, soon feeling your body relax and hearing the shift in your breathing pattern.

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Naive (1)

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Of all the humans Wanda has met, you’re suddenly her favorite.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️ (be warned that this shit will get much darker in the future), subtle hand kink (don’t @ me)

A/N: special shoutout to the anon that inspired this fic series, I hope you enjoy this weird combo of AOU x IW Wanda. also if you have any previous knowledge of demons, throw it out the window before you read this because I guarantee that things will not add up here lmao

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Wanda’s favorite thing about interacting with humans is her effect on them.

Walking through a crowd is fine. She’ll brush a few shoulders and rattle a few unsuspecting adults, flash solid black eyes at kids that either stare or scream. It’s temporary and brings a bit of fun to an otherwise dull day.

The real joy comes from direct contact. Wanda travels miles away from her apartment building, choosing different stores, restaurants and cafés just to keep things interesting. A new cashier each time. She’ll have an air of friendliness about her that isn’t exactly fake; she finds most humans to be charming, despite their fragile minds.

“Will that be all?” Roy--according to his name tag--asks with a grin and Wanda nods in response. “Okay, your total is $21.14. You can just swipe or insert your card in the machine there.”

Wanda inserts her card carefully, complimenting the decor as she waits for the transaction to be completed. After returning it to her wallet, she flashes a soft smile at Roy as he hands her the receipt, purposefully brushing her fingers with his. As his skin makes contact with one of her rings, she notices the goosebumps rising along his arm and hears his breathing pattern change.

“Roy? Everything alright?”

She hears the concerned voice of a coworker as she makes her way to a table to wait for her meal, already seated by the time Roy coughs in an effort to collect himself.

“Yeah, just feeling off I guess. I’ll be fine.”

A chuckle falls from her lips as she watches the poor cashier attempt to return to his previous state of mind, finding the urge to smile and wave when his eyes cut over to her. His voice trembles when he calls her name and he stands as far away as possible when she approaches the counter to grab her order.

“Thanks for everything, Roy.”

Sensing that he’s startled enough without it, she keeps her other tricks hidden in her sleeves and simply walks away, holding her laughter until the doors close behind her. A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

The next day brings Wanda to a bookstore around lunchtime. She takes a minute to browse the aisles, taking an exceptionally long time lingering in the section harboring books on angels and demons. The stereotypes amuse more than upset her like they used to in the beginning.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda turns to make eye contact with the employee behind her, about to ask a question for the fun of it when a laugh catches her attention. Her gaze redirects to the café counter straight ahead, and a warm feeling washes over her when she hears the laugh again.

You’re genuinely entertained by the elderly woman purchasing a bagel with exact change, and Wanda manages to catch the end of the conversation as she draws near.

“Safe to say, I haven’t worn the blouse since that day.” She bids you farewell with her bagel and receipt in hand, eyes twinkling as she observes Wanda on her way past. “You have such bright and beautiful hair, dear.”

“Thank you,” Wanda responds with sincerity, attention locked on you while approaching the counter. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you greet her with a voice much calmer than the one you use with most of your other customers. “What can I get you today?”

You watch the orange haired woman turn her head to study the items behind the glass, taking the time to do your own inspection. You admire the dark red jacket that covers most of her torso, gaze lingering on the multiple rings hugging her fingers that seem to be smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in her dress, almost in a nervous fashion. It brought you a bit of comfort, assuming that she was affected in the same way.

“What do you recommend?”

“Oh, well…” You walk over to open the glass case from your side of the counter, naming each item as you grab it. “I usually have this pretzel that’s stuffed with spinach and cheese and this brownie. I can heat both of them for you, if you’d like.”

“I would love that,” Wanda responds in a grateful tone, placing a bottle of water on the counter after taking it from the fridge. “And I’ll also have one of these incredibly overpriced waters.”

You begin her order with a laugh, and she watches you ring everything up with the speed and expertise of a seasoned employee, wondering how she’d gone this long without running into you. The total price is brought to the digital screen just before her card is inserted, and she takes the time to quickly slip her rings into her pockets while you’re taking the pretzel and brownie over to the miniature oven. The last thing she wants to do is scramble your brain before she even gets the chance to explore it.

“Here’s your receipt,” you announce while giving Wanda the slip of paper, your eyes lingering on her hand for a moment before looking at her again. “Your food should be ready soon.”

“Okay, thank you…” Her sentence trails off as she searches for your name, the letters rolling off her tongue with ease when she finally locates it on the apron covering your chest.

“You’re welcome…” You trail off in the same fashion and she catches on quickly.

“Wanda.”

“You’re welcome, Wanda,” you repeat as you hand her the water bottle before she can walk away.

Less than two minutes later, you approach the table she’s taken over with two small ceramic plates and a sheepish grin.

“I should’ve asked if you were going to stay a while, but I can grab some bags if you need to go.”

Wanda shakes her head with a laugh as she takes them from you, startling you when she doesn’t react to the excessive heat radiating from the dishes.

“This is perfect.”

She takes her time with eating, and your attention is drawn to her between customers, grateful that she’s too busy with her phone to notice your stares. On the other hand, Wanda’s mind is filled with thoughts of you. What you look like when you think she can’t see you glancing over, what you smelled like when you were close. The nerves, the kindness, the desire to learn her name despite her being just another customer to you. She knows that you noticed her missing rings, but she’s already prepared with a cover story. A two minute conversation has her dying to pick your brain more, learn your habits and become more familiar with your body, beyond a simple brush of your fingertips. She already wants you to herself, just the way you came, without her interference for now; that’ll come later.

A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

Despite Wanda leaving an hour before your shift ended, she lingers in your thoughts on the bus ride and walk home. You find yourself recalling her kind smile, fidgeting fingers and the scent of her perfume when she passed you on her way out, and you’re so deep in your memories that you end up colliding with your apartment door.

“That’s not going to get you inside any faster, dear.”

Your cheeks burn as you face Ruth for the second time today, the first time being earlier when you sold her a bagel.

“I know, Ruthie,” you respond sheepishly as you pull your keys from your pocket. “Is everything okay? You’re usually in bed watching a cowboy show by now.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you.” She checks to see if the hallway is empty before opening her door and waving you over. “Come on, quickly.”

You scurry into the apartment behind her, taking in the scene before you while she locks the door. Having visited her before, you know she keeps the television at a higher volume, but it seems louder than normal.

“I know I might seem like I’ve lost my marbles, but I wanted to warn you about that woman you saw today....The one with the bright hair.”

“You mean Wanda?” you question, eyes widening when she nods. “Warn me about what?”

“There’s something off about that Wanda, if that even is her real name.” She snatches her arm out of her robe and brings it closer for you to see. “I’ve had these chills since I brushed against her earlier. Something’s not right with her. How do you even know her name? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure her as you help her slip her arm back in the sleeve. “I only know her name because we were having a friendly conversation and she used mine. I was just being polite to someone I’ll probably never even see again.”

“Just be careful,” she pleads as you head toward her door again, and you offer your best attempt at a relaxed smile.

“I’ll be fine, Ruthie. Get some rest, okay?”

You hear her lock the door behind you as you make your way back to your own apartment, rushing through the process of unlocking the door and securing it once you’re inside. As much as you don’t want to let Ruth get you worked up over a stranger, you can’t help thinking about the odd little things you noticed earlier. 

It isn’t unusual for someone to linger after buying food or drinks from your counter, whether they have homework or even just a phone to keep them busy. Wanda seemed to be waiting for someone the entire time, and you remember hoping that she wasn’t on a date, despite not wanting her to be stood up. But she simply slid her phone in her pocket and departed with a friendly wave as if nothing had happened.

You especially remember her waving at you with those ringless fingers, and wondering silently where the intricate jewelry had disappeared to. Obviously you just assumed that the rings were tucked away on her person and not dumped in the trash, but she doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up on her accessories in the middle of the day. Part of you--a part that you didn’t dare to address--wondered if she’d emptied her hands to send you a subtle sign. No, that can’t possibly be it.

Sleeping proves to be difficult with so many unanswered questions floating about, but you eventually give into the act. A few hours later, you peel open your eyes when you think you hear something in the room. The digital clock that sits on your bedside and serves as an alarm and occasional radio reads 3:34am, and you’re just about to close your eyes again when you hear another sound. You raise your head to turn toward your closet, and a scream is trapped in your throat as you catch sight of a figure in the shadows.

The next time you wake, the sun is out and your alarm is blaring on the nightstand beside you. Your gaze flickers over to the closet as you reach out to silence it, your heartbeat dropping slightly when you don’t see anything other than clothes. Deciding that you must’ve been dreaming, you shake away the fearful thoughts and head to the bathroom to start getting ready for another day of work.

The only thing you haven’t decided on yet is whether you want to see Wanda again.

[bloodyhell-lucifer]

Daddy is the devil | Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is one of Chloe’s best friends and they haven't seen each other for a long time so the decision was made. Finally a sleepover at Chloe’s house since Chloe has a day off of work and Dan took Trixie with him to have some dad-daughter time. What they didn't know is that Lucifer will come with unexpected visit and reader’s shirt will cause such a mess.

Warning: language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, daddy kink, +18

Based on this request: Hello, I hope you are doing well, I would like to politely request a one shot (or more if it inspires you, you do you) from Lucifer, you can do whatever you want with it, reader insert, oc, smut, no smut, totally up to you but I would like it to involve Lucifer meeting/seeing the reader/character (preferably female, gender neutral is also fine) wearing that crop top from Blackcraft that says “Satan Is My Daddy” please and thank you

Notes:

Thank you so much for this request sweet anon! I couldn’t wait to write it down because this idea was so cool.

To be honest it’s my first real one request so I’m pretty excited and also this is my first smut so I’m not so proud about it. I think I don’t know how to write them. Someone teach me?

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You and Chloe had everything planned for tonight. When you were talking on the phone to discuss the details you decided to have a movie night with some alcohol. You bought some wine, chips and sweets for you and your friend to have some snacks. Feeling of excitement was huge about finally seeing your friend after such a long time. You showed up at Chloe’s door about seven pm ringing a bell to her door. After few seconds the door were open and Chloe lean out from behind of it.

“Oh my god hi girl, so good to finally see you.” she enveloped you in a big hug wrapping her hands around your neck.

“Hi Chloe, long time no see.” you hugged her back. With a gesture of her hand she invited you inside and you stepped in.

After two hours you two were slightly drunk and making fun comments over character that was on the screen of tv during the movie.

“So tell me Chloe, some time ago you were taking to me on the phone about that guy you were working with that just have some attitude and always have something to tell and joke about. What was his name again? Lucian?” You asked her taking other sip from glass of wine.

“Lucifer to be exact. His name is Lucifer.” on her face appeared frown and she raised her brows. “Why you asking?”

“Just asking. You like him?” Hint of concern could be felt coming from your lips.

“Of course I like him. I work with him. He’s my partner.” she responded and nervously began to rub her hands against her thighs.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is he that handsome that it’s bothering you?” you got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine since you finished the last one.

“Please stop. He’s definitely not my type. He’s arrogant, has got a big ego and always have that stupid smile on his face every time we go somewhere.” She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

“Oh I hope I’ll meet him someday. I want to know who’s working with my best friend.” you winked at her and laughed along Chloe.

“Some day for sure.” Chloe was praying that this whole Lucifer topic will end with that. “Tell me you have someone?” She tried to change the topic of that conversation.

“Of course not. Some time ago I had a date with this guy named Brian but it didn’t go well and I lost hope for finding someone.” You said going back to couch and putting your glass on the coffee table that was in front of you. “Listen I’m gonna go and change because this jeans are so uncomfortable and I’m losing my shit with them” You grabbed your bag and went to bathroom to change. You picked your normal pjs which were just crop top with caption ‘Satan is my daddy’ on it and black bottoms.

“Oh Jesus Y/N what a shirt” Chloe blurted as soon as she saw you.

“It’s just a crop top Chloe. Can you just chill? We are already drinking a second bottle of wine and you still seem so stressed about something.” You declared after seeing her sitting so tense. One of the movies you’ve chosen was still playing in the room and none of you was watching it so Chloe switched it to music channel.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I know I screwed this up. I’ve been stressed about work and Trixie and I don’t know what to do. I hoped I will invite you, we will have fun together after long time and this feelings would go away, but I guess it doesn’t go away and I can’t have fun. I messed up” she sighed and got up from the couch to just stand in front of you having her hands on your shoulder.

“We’re all humans after all, Chloe. I get it and I understand. You don’t have to worry. We can talk about it if you want and we still have time to make it fun. Go get change into your pj’s and and I’m expecting you turning back with a smile on your face.” You smirked to her and went up to set new snacks on coffee table.

When Chloe returned she didn’t have time to say anything because the bell from the door rang immediately.

“Did you invite anyone else?” You asked curiously.

“Of course not. Just you and me. No one else.” She added going to the door to check who was that. You were just standing right behind her.

She opened the door and Chloe saw the the last person she wanted to see today.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed and it was obvious that she didn’t want that person’s presence. You still couldn’t see who that person was.

“Oh don’t be so rude detective. I was in the neighbourhood and I thought that I’ll stop by with a visit.” You heard men’s strong deep voice with a British accent.

Chloe was so tired of this. She didn’t have strength to fight with that man and let him in and then you saw him. The man was a lot taller than you, shit he towered over you. You were so shock seeing that handsome man that you though that you were having a hallucinations seeing a Greek god. He had pitch black hair with little stubble. His hazel brown eyes were twisting into yours like he wanted to see every inch of your soul. Of course his devilish smile was there too to give him another hundred points to looking too fuckin’ good. He was dressed in fancy black suit and black button up that hugs his body so perfectly. You could see from distance that under all that suit he must be having a nice, trained body. Is that legal to look that handsome? You though to yourself.

“Bloody hell detective, I didn’t know you were having a company.” He sent you an evil grin and came into your way. Chloe stood there and she was about to say something when that man spoke to you.

“Hi, my name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like the devil?” You asked and you didn’t know if to laugh or to start panicking.

“Don’t bring my dad into this darlin’. Yeah, like the devil.” He still was having that smirk that could knock you off of your feet by any second. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N” you gulped suddenly feeling naked under Lucifer’s gaze.

“Oh that’s a real beautiful one” he responded and lean in just to be few centimetres away from your figure. He took one of strands of your hair and put them behind your ear whispering to you. “I really like your shirt baby.”

You wanted to say something, anything but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to believe that is was that guy Lucifer that you were asking Chloe about.

“Okey enough, Lucifer. Leave Y/N alone. What do you want?” Chloe closed the door behind him and asked Lucifer with frown on her face and furrowed brows. She had her hands on her hips and she really looked like she was not in the mood for such things.

“I said loud and clear I came just to check on you, but now as I see your friend I might want something.” He chuckled and looked at you again. You were so intimidated by his presence that you were looking down at the floor in that moment with blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Can you stop being the perv that you actually are? If you don’t stop you’ll have to leave.” She urged staying in the hallway. Chloe really was pissed off.

“Okey dokey.” Lucifer raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender and he stepped back from you and went to the living room and you and Chloe follow along.

“Okey ladies, let’s start the night properly” Lucifer loud voice echoed through the room and you already had known that you gonna regret it later.

Chloe told you and Lucifer that she had enough of drinking and that’s it. She was not the one to convince so you and Lucifer were left to the alcohol that still was in the house. After another two bottles of wine and another two hours later in the night Chloe’s phone started buzzing and within moments she went to grab it and answered the call leaving the room. You knew you two were pretty drunk but you could still manage with yourself. Lucifer on the other hand after that two hours ended up with his shirt half unbuttoned and messed up hair after you challenged him to do so. You couldn’t get your eyes off of him sitting like that with his legs spread out and your whole body was screaming to straddle his lap. You though you were going to drool yourself at sight of his muscular torso. You felt pretty damn wet in your panties after sights like this.

“Guys I’m leaving for now. I’ll be right back but Dan called me saying that Trixie is burning up and probably having a fever. I’m going to pick her up. I have already ordered a taxi. Please don’t do something stupid. Y/N, I’m counting on you” Chloe shouted to you putting on her shoes, already changed and slumming her front door shut.

“Guess we have some time alone sweetheart.” Black-haired man said to you turning his head towards you. He put one of his massive hands on your thigh and you sighed after his touch touching your sensitive skin. Your knees were touching and you felt shiver running down your spine. His face was millimetres away from yours. The pad of his thumb running across your bottom lip making you tremble. Your breath hitched as Lucifer smirked at you.

“What do you say baby girl? I know you want me.” He seductively admitted. His deep voice echoing through your years. You felt like you were in trance. Thoughts and consequences be damned, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything, and fuck anything that was in your way.

His thumb moving away from your lips as he was leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosting over yours. His hands cupped your face with his two hands caressing your cheeks. Both of you starred at each other. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lucifer laid his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, your lips moving in sync. Lucifer’s eyes fluttering closed as well. He grabbed a hold of your hair pulling at them causing a moan felt from your lips as the kiss began to got deeper and needer. You decided to make a move and straddle his lap. His fingers moved from your jaw to your hips digging into them harshly. Your fingers quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Your hands didn’t waste time to trail down his muscular torso what made him groan into the kiss. You broke the kiss first moving your head down towards his exposed chest, pressing your lips against it. You trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his chest, then down towards his stomach. Stopping above the waistline of his pants. Lucifer smirked down at you, as you got on your knees. Looking up at him, as you undid the button of his pants, then unzipped the zip pulling his pants down, as well as his boxers, you freed his growing bulge. Lucifer let out a hiss, as his cock sprang up, while you bit your lip. You stared at his big cock in awe making your way back to the couch to sit next to him.

“You like what you see baby girl? Would you like daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy of yours? He asked grabbing a firm hold of your jaw making you look him straight into his eyes.

“Hell yes, please daddy” you said arching your back to get some friction from your actions.

Lucifer lowered you to the mattress, your back met the rough material of the living room’s couch. It felt so inviting, so intimidating. You wanted that so badly, your entire body screamed for pleasure. You felt air leave your lungs because of the handsome man has begun to kiss your neck. Your chest were heaving, you raised a hand to the base of his neck and held him there as he sucked strong marks onto your skin. Little moan left you, while your body began to surrender to him.

“You’ll be in hell soon darlin’. Sorry baby but this shirt needs to get out with rest of your clothes but it’s so beautiful and welcoming.” He quickly made you get rid of your clothes quickly. When Lucifer bended down while still keeping his brown eyes locked with yours his tongue swiped a lick atop your breast, then immediately took your stiffened tit in his mouth to suck. His other hand worked on massaging your other breast and you forgot about everything around you and let your body take over as your mouth produced another groan. That’s when he decided to pull your nipple lightly in between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled the curse in ecstasy.

“Naughty girl aren’t you.” Lucifer grinned, but his tone suggested he’s aroused with your language. His hand ran down the plane of your stomach and slipped down to feel your pulsing desire. You could see it in his eyes how pleased he is at the amount of slickness he felt coating his fingers. He toyed with your clit in deliberately slow circles, and you whined at his touch while moving your hips to receive more stimulation. But Lucifer’s fingers went on to explore further inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your lips as he began to stretch you. He bended down again so that his face is above yours, cologne so strong yet soothing. Lucifer’s kisses were hot and needy. His tongue made a reappearance and became acquainted with yours. Your next gasp bled into a groan into his mouth when he added another finger.

“Yeah, please daddy, I want your cock so bad inside me.” you practically begged.

His fingers may be removed from your sopping heat, but in their place, Lucifer’s bending cock slided between your legs to coat it with your wet pussy. Dark haired man finally entered you. Your back lifted off the bed as you let out a lust-filled cry. It was a tight and delicious fit with your muscles constricting around his eager girth. The man’s lips twisted up at the sound and creates his own unbridled groan.

“Spread your legs wide, babydoll. Take the devil all in.” He was so big you didn’t even know how you can adjust, but your body found a way to relax enough for Lucifer to slide in deeper.

Your eyes squeezed shut at how he stretched you fully, but your voice begged him to move, to give you more. He went on to create a steady rhythm with his hips and all with that filthy comments on how tight and perfect you felt around him. You made another desperate noise as you continue your ascent, which prompts him to ask between grunts, “Speak, love. What do you need from daddy?”

“Your big hands with your fingers daddy” you somehow told with filling voice your need amidst your hedonistic sounds.

“It’s going to the direction I didn’t know it’s going” Lucifer laughed with devilish smirk upon his face.

It was what you need after all, the extra stimulation to bring you closer and closer to what could be the strongest orgasm of your life. In a series of ‘yes’s and curses, you reached another plane of existence. Flashes of white light grew behind your eyes while your mouth widened. Lucifer, in turn, exhaled a shaky and pleasurable moan as your body repeatedly constricted and pulled around his cock.

“Oh shit, doll, just right there.” He came inside you, hot and fast, and you feel the descent of your high flow through you. Every part of you was warm and exhilarated and thoroughly pleased. When Lucifer pulled out from you, he rolled over back onto the couch. His grin read that his own desires have been fulfilled. You knew you got yourself into a deep shit and there’s no way going back.

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hi! hope you're doing well :) do you have any domestic!cherik fics? or established relationship ones?

Hi anon, thanks for the ask. I'm doing very well, been super busy because I'm currently moving but it's all good. I have plenty of great domestic/established relationship cherik fics for you. I hope you enjoy!!

Domestic/Established Relationship cherik

Daycare ‘Verse’ – orphan_account, pocky_slash

Summary: A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Gift of the Magi, But Screw it Up – librata

Summary: He doesn't know if he's buying too much, too little, or even the right things at all, because he's never entertained a guest as important as Edie Lehnsherr.

Making perfect – aesc

Summary: As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

Continue firm and constant – aesc

Summary: Moira hasn't seen her old partner in saving the world from threats human and intergalactic, Erik Lehnsherr, for a few years. When she finally does see him again, she finds a man different from the one who's been with her down in the dark and the dirt and the blood... or maybe he isn't so different after all.

After School Special – listerinezero

Summary: Charles was barely seventeen and Erik was his social studies teacher. But after almost fifteen years together, does it really matter how they met?

Terrifying Domesticity – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is the most dangerous and notorious mafia boss around for miles, and yet the strangest things terrify him.

For example: his children, and his very pregnant mate.

Trying is Half the Battle – Pookaseraph

Summary: Post-Cuba, no divorce, Charles and Erik are in an established relationship and when Charles gets sick with a random flu bug, they discover that Charles can get pregnant. They then try to get pregnant, and try, and try.

We’ll all be gone for the summer – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles and Erik's usual family beach vacation gets a little bigger when they agree to watch Erik's teenaged twins for the summer. Charles is looking forward to a chance to bond with his step-children. Erik is terrified of screwing them up even more.

A Summer Day So Late in Coming – helens78

Summary: Fifty years after they fell in love, Erik comes to Charles with a proposal that rocks Charles's world.

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

Before You Attempt Me (Fair Warning) – kianspo

Summary: Charles helps Raven get ready for the prom. Surprisingly, that part goes well. The prom itself not so much. Erik cooks a lot of unhealthy comfort foods and is incredibly patient. Charles mostly frets about everything, until Erik does something neither he, nor Raven see coming.

And now you will not be alone any more – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.

Some sense of touch and a melody – pocky_slash

Summary: On a day when Charles, for once, finds himself saying the right thing to everyone he sees, he allows himself to be talked into a field trip to a local orchard.

It’s kind of our whole thing – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Indulgence – grim_lupine

Summary: “The children are still asleep,” Charles murmurs groggily, flinging an arm out as if searching for Erik beside him. “The house is still standing, this is a ghastly hour, and more importantly, I’m still here. Why do you insist on doing this every morning?”

Your Father’s Daughter – ConsultingWriter

Summary: Wanda proves just how much she takes after Erik.

Pietro reeled back before leaning back in "They didn't tell you what happened? Wanda got in a fist fight and totally wailed on this guy, I mean, on one hand I feel kinda embarrassed for him, but it was so epic."

Erik's eyebrows shot to his hairline. Wanda got in a fight? That was....surprising, to say the least. Wanda tended to take after Charles in temperament and preferred talking to violence.

This Crazy Game Called Life – chiasmus

Summary: Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking. This is five thousand-something words of crack with a dose of schmoop. I'm not sorry. Written for this kink meme prompt: Raven is tired of the boys going off to play chess (if they're even playing chess!) and pulls out a load of board games from one of the closets in the mansion. Madness ensues.

To my roomba with love – sareyen

Summary: There are a lot of things that Erik loves about Charles. He loves all of the obvious things; Charles’s kindness, his intelligence, his laughter, his eyes. He also loves the little private things; the way Charles sneaks Erik his unwanted tomatoes, his warbled opera singing in the shower, that sensitive spot on his hip.

And he loves the silly things about Charles, especially the way the man has a habit of talking to inanimate objects when he thinks no one is looking. Charles has conversations with the kettle, the washing machine, and their roomba – and every time Erik eavesdrops on him, he falls in love with the man a little bit more.

Everything About it is a Love Song – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's spent fifty years being a figurehead and he's ready to leave that behind. Luckily, so is Charles.

(aka Old Retired Dudes in Love)

A Very Xavier-Lehnsherr Christmas – zamwessell

Summary: Erik is discovering new things about Charles Xavier all the time. Charles sometimes talks in his sleep. Often about food. Occasionally in Latin. Charles has a scar on his left thigh from attempting to demonstrate relativity to a girl by sitting on a hot stove. Charles doesn’t mean to be so loud when they make love, but sometimes Charles can’t help himself.

Charles is a voracious reader. Charles has an unspeakably filthy imagination. Charles will try anything in bed twice to make sure he wasn’t wrong the first time.

Charles is unexpectedly fond of Christmas. Perhaps that is not the phrase. “Unhealthily obsessed” might be better.

The fluffiest holiday fluff you ever read in your dang life.

Of Crabs and Castles – flightinflame 

Summary: Charles and Erik take their children to the beach. Wanda builds a sandcastle, Nina makes some friends, and Pietro gets some exercise. Some family fun in the sunshine.

Bring Your Daughter To Work Day – listerinezero

Summary: Charles brings three year old Lorna to class with him.

Glasses – grim_lupine

Summary: Charles blinks at him bemusedly, but Erik barely notices because Charles is wearing glasses— wire-rimmed, and Erik can feel the metal humming, traces without touch the way they follow the curve of Charles’s nose and rest behind his ears.

Genetics Isn’t Sexy – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles lectures. The kids aren't very responsive. Erik, on the other hand....

Peanut Butter and Honey (The Fairytale Remix) – pocky_slash

Summary: Once upon a time there was a Princess named Anya who lived in a house with her Daddy and her wicked stepmother Charles. (A wicked stepmother is the person who comes and lives with princesses and their daddies after their mommies go away.) She had a best friend named Leroy, and one day he was lost.

The Bystander (The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) Remix) – Nanimok

Summary: When it comes to Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, no one is safe.

Not even the Big Three.

[hops-hunny]

im back!! well not totally back, but i have a treat for you ;)

idk if you are comfortable with sex tapes, if youre not you can ignore this

it's about nev with the hot popular person who everybody wants :)

okay so, the reader and neville are dating in secret, but the reader wants neville to tell people that theyre dating, and as neville expected, no one believed him

neville is sad and the reader wants to cheer him up, so, why not have sex with him right? it's the best way to cheer someone up

but the reader wants to spice things up with the idea of recording a sex tape

nev is like "sure! why not?" cause he LOVES that kind of thing

they record the sex tape, they watch it, and they watch it again, and again, and they love it, and they do it again...

a few days later the tape was """""accidentaly""""" leaked

and everyone watch it, and they are SO FUCKING SURPRISED due to the fact that not only neville is dating the hottest person in school, but also cause in the tape, he is fucking them into oblivion, and people never thought about neville being a dom and rough during sex, actualy people didnt even imagined that neville had sex SHDISKDJJS

now sweet neville is happy and can hug and kiss his fit s/o in the hallway with confidence cause now, everybody knows he has a hot s/o and a massive dick

thank u for your atention <3

idk if this has anything to do with exhibition, but if it does, hope you liked it cause i know you have a kink for that

~🌻

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

erkkr 🌻 anon, you remembered one of my kinks? pls that's so cute ily <3 also I didn't know which pronouns you wanted so if you want I can probably go back and change it if these aren't to your liking!

"I know you're upset Nev, but this was your idea in the first place darling." (Y/n) said, straddling the boy as they stroked his cheek. She placed a peck on his lips, pulling away to look into his hazel eyes.

"I-I know but I didn't think that would include me having to watch blokes flirt with you and be able to do nothing about it!" He huffed out, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist. (Y/n) stood up in front of him, a flirty look present on her face.

"Well," she started as she began to unbutton her shirt, dropping then thin white material to reveal her bra, "There is something you can do about it." his face flushed as he motioned her over, pulling her panties down before stuffing them in his back pocket. Gripping her waist with one hand, he used his other to flip up her skirt, revealing her slick covered folds.

"Yeah? What would that be pretty girl, having me mark you up? Leave bites and bruises all over this pretty little body of yours?" The boy ran his thick digits along her messy cunt, chuckling as she whimpered, nodding and urging him to go further. "Use your words, bunny."

"P-please touch me Nev. Want you to mark me and make me yours.." she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as his thick fingers curved inside of her, letting out a sigh as he began to pump them in and out. The girl climbed into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder as he began to speed up his pace, tips brushing against the spongy surface of her cervix. Her eyes landed on her phone across the room, still positioned on the tripod from a photoshoot she had of herself earlier. "W-wait, I wanna try something...."

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(Y/n) was completely confused. Ever since she had made her way from her room this morning, eyes followed her every move. That wasn't the uncommon part, no that happened quite a bit. The uncommon part was the unusual whispers that came with them. She felt relieved when her friends approached her, same treatment as they usually gave her.

"Ya know (Y/n), I should've known you'd go for someone like Longbottom. I mean I never saw the appeal but after seeing that little tape of yours, I can see why!" Sasha giggled, nudging her friend along with Sophie on the girl's other side. (Y/n) felt herself grow dizzy.

"T-tape?!" she squeaked, watching as Sophie pulled her phone out, handing it over to the girl. (Y/n) watched herself on the screen with wide eyes.

Tossled hair, puffy lips, and thick mascara tears running down her face, she watched as Neville lifted her up flush against his chest, tightening the grip he had around it. He smirked into the camera, pulling out of her as he rubbed his monster of a cock along her folds, light reflecting off the piercing in the tip. His dick was a sight, long and thick, inches upon inches covered with a mix of their juices.

(Y/n) let out a series of whimpers, crying and whining from the loss of him inside of her, causing him to turn her head to look at him some. He pecked her lips before turning her messy face to look at the camera. He looked down at her, eyes filled with lust and admiration.

"Tell the camera who's you are, pet or daddy's not putting it back in." He stated, continuing to rub and slap his cock along her folds. She whimpered, blabbering something incoherent which caused him to cackle. "Oh come on, puppy, daddy knows you can do better than that."

"Y-yours Nev! Daddy's whore." she cried out, letting out a series of yesses as he slid back into her at full force. "G-good, feels so good! Neville's good girl, all yours." he released his firm grip on her face, patting it gently as he tightened his hand around her throat more, continuing to fuck her as he admired his work in the reflection of the phone screen.

"I-I've seen enough! Here, take it back." she shrieked, handing the phone back to her friend trying to ignore the heat in her cheek and the pooling in her panties (which she was lucky Neville hadn't taken already). "Let's go, I've gotta find him!"

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Neville had been enjoying the attention he had been receiving all day. How could he not? All those poor, jealous, lovesick boys envious of him? Some of the most well known boys in the castle, begging him for even a word of what his baby's cunt feels like. He'd never tell them though, he had so snarkly replied to each one of them with something along the lines of 'you've got a hand, I'm sure you can use your imagination'. However one thing was obvious: he'd never miss the opportunity to brag about it to the boys.

"I just, I'm in shock! You're fucking (L/n)?!" Ron exclaimed, standing up from the ratty couch as he ran his fingers through his hair. Neville chuckled, smirking some as he examined his friends' jealous expressions.

"Well I'm not just fucking her, she's my bird." he shrugged, as if it wasn't the most shocking thing they'd heard in a while.

"Yeah, yeah that's nice. Not to be rude but," Harry cleared his throat as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "You have sex? Was she your first time?"

"(Y/n)? God no. I was hers however." he turned his attention back to his phone screen, which everyone's eyes was currently on. Since most, if not all the castle had seen it, what was the problem with watching it with the boys?

"I'm not surprised Neville has sex, he's my boy!" Seamus exclaimed, patting the boy in question's back way too hard. "I'm more so surprised that he's a beast of a man, like look at that!"

Neville spit in the girl's mouth, hooking his fingers on the inside of her mouth. He used his leverage on it to hold her up, stretching her mouth back as he continued to pound her. (Y/n) let out multiple screams and moans, tears continuing to poor down her face.

"God she's so pretty like that." Neville sighed, leaning back as he looked at the ceiling. However, something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. He smiled as a familiar set of beautiful (s/c) legs made their way over to him. Seamus quickly turned off the screen, all of them freezing up as the girl and her posse stopped in front of them.

"Wow, I-"

"You're, you're..."

"I-I..."

"Hi petal, you alright?" He asked, hovering above the girl as he stroked her cheek. She nodded some before pouting.

"Yeah, I would be better if half the school hadn't seen my tits before the time I even woke up! How'd you manage to leak it anyways?" she whispered, hiding her face in his chest to avoid the horny gazes of his friends.

"To be fair, I thought I hit your name not all contacts!" he lied, causing her to look up. She looked at his ears before gasping looking back up at him again as she punched his shoulder.

"Neville Longbottom, you leaked it on purpose?! Don't even lie again, your ears always get red when you lie!" she huffed out, turning away from him. "I wouldn't have had a problem with releasing it if you had just asked. I will admit though, it is kinda nice not having to hide and sneak around anymore."

"I'm still not over the fact that he has a piercing.....and thigh tattoo!" Dean finally spoke up, catching everyone's attention. It grew silent for a bit before they all began to laugh.

"Well there's a lot you don't know about me."

"I think it's better that way after this. I don't know how much more Neville I wanna get to know."

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