#h sorry got lazy with this one ;p

[biteyoubiteme]

Can I get Felix nsfw fic about breeding kink👀

lost luggage

felix x fem!reader

synopsis: the one where you lost your birth control pills.

warnings: 🔞!!! hand job mention, fingering mention, breeding kink, talk of birth control, creampie, no protection, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.6k

an: this is not the best im so sorry but I love this pic of felix so so much and I hope you like it <33 thank you so much for requesting! not proofread sorry :p

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You had lost your suitcase. Or the airline had misplaced the luggage and claimed to get it to you in the next forty-eight hours. Apologizing for the inconvenience and sending you on your way. It hadn't been too big a deal, Felix talking you down from the anger bubbling up inside you, not necessarily at the airline but at yourself for thinking this would never happen to you. And then yes at the airline and their stupid bad timing and even worse customer service. 

But Felix was there, hand on your shoulder, heady voice in your ear, whispering about taking you out to grab the essentials, to not worry about this one setback. He didn't even care about showing up late to the party you two had been flown out for in the first place. “We will be here all week, being an hour or two late won’t hurt anyone,” 

He was right, everyone had been sympathetic to your situation, cursing the baggage claim gods just as passionately as you had. But it wasn't until the third day of your trip that you remembered one of the key things left in your toiletries bag. The little foil and plastic case of your birth control pills, hastily added into the bag because it was always right there on the edge of the sink next to your toothbrush, taken in the morning consistently enough that you never really forget about it. Not until it was one of the last things on your mind when trying to remember exactly what you needed to buy to replace the lost items for the time being. 

You would have forgotten entirely if it hadn't been for your reflex to reach out for the pill case the second you have finished washing your face. “Shit,” you scrambled to think up the last time you had sex, save the lazy hand jobs the two of you had exchanged in bed that first night. Felix's fingers buried deep inside you as the two of you made out, his soft moans trapped against your lips with each drag of your hand on him. 

Felix hummed a question from the hotel's bed, still lying back against the headboard scrolling on his phone. “What is it?” 

“My birth control was in the checked bag,” you sighed, over the whole thing, if you thought about the bag too much it would just put you right back to the mindset you had right at that airport help desk. “It's fine, calm, cool, collected thoughts just like you said,” you tried to mimic his sweet soothing voice, letting the syllables relax in your mouth to make them true. “If we have sex we will just be careful and when I get the bag back I will make sure to always listen to my gut and put essentials into the carry on,” 

The conversation had been over and done with, forgotten by you as you got ready to go out but not forgotten by Felix. The first thing that came to his mind was the same thought as you, when was the last time you had sex, did you two happen to slip up? Then his mind tripped down a road of questions he never found himself exploring; would it be so bad if you two had slipped up? What if neither of you cared? What if he did get you pregnant? 

Never had his body reacted so fast to an idea, blood rushing down to his cock until it was aching and dripping precum at a rate he hadn't ever experienced. It wasn't as if he had never thought about having kids with you, no this was different, the risk of it right now. Just thinking about how close the two of you had been without realizing it, how only the night before if he had pushed into you, fucked you until you were dumb on his cock, spilling inside you only to do it all over again, you'd be claimed in a way he never would have thought about until this very second. 

He wanted that; to watch you dripping with his cum, claimed as his in a way no other man had ever had you, ready to do it over and over again until you were stuffed so full you couldn't even think about anything else but him and him alone. He was shifting in his seat, trying and failing to adjust himself in his sweatpants, his bulge slung across his thigh, noticeable enough for when you came out of the bathroom again needing the zipper of your dress done up. You chuckled,“Just hearing me say sex gets you hard now?” 

Your hands were on the front of your dress, holding it up and in place, pushing up your boobs just the right amount to draw his eyes in. If you got pregnant they would get bigger, maybe even double in size, and it's all that he can see as he pulls you down on the bed. 

The breath is knocked out of you, his hips fitting right between yours pressing his clothed cock right against you, grinding as he kisses down your neck, leaving a sloppy trail of them right down to your cleavage. Pulling down your dress just enough to free your tits from the fabric, his moan deep in the back of his throat as he takes in your peaked nipples. “Look at how pretty,” he always lets his voice drag out, running low enough to get your panties soaked. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” 

He's looking at you from under his lashes, drawing you in with every little word. You would be anything he wanted you to be if it got him to look at you like that, every little freckle on display under his heated lazy gaze. Your chin barely moves to nod yes and he's got his hands under your dress, tearing your panties away. He wanted you in a way he's never felt before, the walls of his reserve packed up tight now crumbling down at the sight of your glistening cunt. 

Felix doesn’t falter in his movements tugging himself free from his sweatpants, jerking his wrist over his veiny shaft, circling his fingers over his tip collecting all his precum. You're spilled out on the sheets, dress pushed into a belt around your center, your knees falling open for him just enough so that when he pulls you to the edge of the bed you can wrap them around him. Your hips jerk at the sensation of him dragging his cock through your folds, getting himself as lubed up on your wetness as he can before he pushes in. 

The sound of his moan rumbled through his body, no time to let you adjust to the size of him before he's plumbing into you. Your hands shoot out for his wrists, his fingers denting into your hips to keep you in place. “Oh fuck- you always take my cock so well baby-” Every drag of his cock against your gummy walls is pure bliss, your mind fogging up with each sweet word he shares. “Sucking me in and begging me to fill you,” 

It's then that you realize you forgot a condom, not that either of you had one handy, not when you relied so heavily on your pills. “You have to- you'll have to-” but as much as you want to say the words they get stuck right on the edge of a whimper, pull out, right on the edge of your tongue. But its all tamped down when he adds, “ill have to fill you up, pump you full of my cum- fuck- push it back in and do it again,” 

Felix had never brought this up before, not even when he was desperately begging you to finish with him, buried deep in you needing to hear you cry for him. This was different, panting as he went on and on, “Everyone will know you're mine, all plump and perfect with my baby,” he lets one of his hands press down into your pelvis, slapping skin sticky in the air, knees weak from the feeling. “I'm going to cum right here, you feel that?” he digs the heel of his palm in, the tip of his cock pressed right where he wants it, tucked against your cervix hitting it until you're a shaking mess below him. “You'regoing to be so full of me, don't you want that? Tell me you want my baby,” 

“Felix,” you're gasping, scratching at the sheets trying and failing to find purchase on something to keep you grounded because, with each snap of his hips against yours, you're losing it, scrambling to find sanity. 

“Tell me, fuck- oh fuck- please, tell me,” he's begging thumb moving down to press on your swollen clit, circling the bud until your back is lifting off the mattress. He has a direct pull on your body, tugging your orgasm out of you. 

“I want it- please I want your baby,” you're almost in tears before the tidal wave crashes over you, your whole body tensing up before collapsing into bliss. Felix's hot cum spurts out in thick streams coating your walls and pushing out with each continuous stroke of his cock inside you. He slows just enough to let you keep squeezing him, his hands sliding up your thighs to keep them in place around him. 

Leaning down to pepper you with kisses he inadvertently pushes into you deeper, your whimper so sweet neck to his ear,“we can stay like this for a while before we go another round,” 

“A-another?” 

He drags his hips, grinding down against your sensitive clit, “I want to make sure I fill you enough to have that baby,” 

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Hii if ur taking requests can you do enhypen when you say your guys safe word !

﹙ 📩 ﹚ ──── HYUNG LINE WHEN YOU USE YOUR SAFE WORD

Let’s get ittt (although for these things, I only do hyung line) — My requests are always open ! — I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote Heeseung’s part then got lazy.. I thought I made Heeseung’s part a little long so I tried to make the other members match the length a bit and ended up making them longer.. woops!

Warnings&genre: really suggestive, mentions of multiple diff types of smut, fluff, comfort, petnames || wc: around 1.7k

Lee Heeseung ! —

Heeseung had been overstimulating you for the past hour while you were on top of him, making you extremely sensitive—especially since he was making you do all the work. “H-hee.. Please, I cant..” you say, your thighs burning constant lazy grinding you’ve been doing against his shaft.

He doesn’t respond, only gripping your waist harder, his eyes shut the whole time. Suddenly, as he replays back the words that just came out of your mouth, he notices the sudden change in your voice. He quickly opened his eyes, seeing the view infront of him— your thighs red and shaky. Usually, he’d mutter sweet nothings and say you can do it, but this time, it looked a little different. Just as he was about to say something-

“safeword..” I refuse to say some corny thing like pineapple I’m sorry. He got up immediately, gently slipping out you and pressing your chest onto his then placing a blanket over you both. “Hey, hey. You okay sweetheart? I’m sorry was it too much?” His eyes scanning your facial expressions, waiting for a response. “I’m sorry heeseung, I-I don’t know… Today it starting hurting a lot. I’m so-“ you hiccup, burying your face in Heeseung’s chest as a way of telling him that you did enjoy it, it just got too much.

“Don’t apologise baby, it’s okay, let’s go make a bath and give you a nice massage, hm?” He says before placing a kiss on your temple while playing with your hair, reassuring you that it’s okay. “I’m so proud of you for using our safeword, never be scared to use it, kay?”

— REST UNDER CUT !!

Park Jongseong ! —

Your face was pressed against a pillow, the front pieces of your hair getting caught in ur mouth and sweat dripping from your forehead. Your brain fuzzy as Jay constantly pounds in and out of you.

You have no idea how many rounds it’s been, your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets for dear life. “J-jay-! Mhhh… J…” Unable to form a proper sentence. To add-on, Jay had your legs tied, causing bruising and a constant burning sensation on your ankles, making everything my feel more intense. You thought you could last a little longer, until you couldn’t, a sharp pain hitting inside you all of a sudden.

As he leaned closer to your ear, you hear his groans, now feeling even more guilty about wanting to scream your safeword because it’s too much. “Babe..” you wince in pain, “p-please.. safeword” IM SORRY I CANT I JUST CANT GET MYSELF TO DO IT OK I CANT SAY LIKE KITTY OR SOMETHING I FEEL SO CRINGED OUT..

He immediately stopped. Untied you in the blink of a second and quickly turned you around, needing to see your face. “Hey, hey. It’s okay it’s over, I’m sorry angel, was I too rough?” He says as he lifts your head and adjusts the pillow under you, adding one under your hips aswell to get you more comfortable. He lifts the blanket underneat you both and covers your body, trying to calm you down after he realized how fast your heart was beating and the goosebumps that covered your soft skin.

“I’m sorry jay.. I’m so sorry please don’t be mad, I don’t know why I said that, I just couldn’t-“ he cuts you off mid sentence, cupping your face, “Shh, it’s okay love, I’m not mad. I’m so proud of you for telling me, I should be the one apologising, I didn’t mean to be that rough with you..” Placing kisses on your hand, “you did so well for me, my pretty girl. Let me hold you for a bit, calm you down”

Sim Jaeyun ! —

Jake was eating you out on the couch. You and Jake both had really busy schedules so when he saw you come back home, it finally being the end of the week, he couldn’t wait until you get to the bedroom.

His face was stuffed between your legs, his hands almost splitting your legs apart from how spread he has them. Greedily licking everything out of you, making you scream all sorts of things, lewd noises exiting both of your mouths.

You couldn’t lie, it was amazing. Although there was one problem, the couch seriously WAS NOT the best idea, your arms not knowing where to go, getting tangled behind you, falling in between the couch, your finger scratching against a metal piece of the furniture, making you moan in pain. You quickly removed your hand, revealing a small dot of blood that slowly grew bigger and bigger.

You knew if you told Jake to stop, he’d get turned on instead of actually stopping, making you whisper your safe word in between small sobs, tears slowly in your eyes after your high went down and the pain of your minor injury intensifying. “jaeyun one- one second.. safeword”

After a few seconds apon hearing those words come out of your mouth, he lift his head to lock eyes with you, his head tilted with an expression of worry because of your use of the safeword. “Are you okay baby? What’s wrong?” He quickly got up and sat on the empty space next to you, pulling you on his laps shortly after.

“Y-yeah i just got hurt from the couch..” you said, showing him your finger covered in blood with a slight pout and glossy eyes. He let out sigh of relief after realising that it wasn’t him who was hurting you. “Aww poor baby how did that happen? Come here, let’s go get you a bandaid.. Maybe you’re right about me not being able to control myself, next time you can be on the floor and I’ll be on the couch so you don’t get hurt >w< !!”

Park sunghoon ! —

Sunghoon’s long finger were curled deep inside of you, hitting every spot, making you arch your back while you were on his lap, your chest pressed against his as he has his free hand wrapped around your waist.

He was too caught up in the moment to realize how hard his grip was on your waist, how rough he was being with you. Especially because you were ovulating, everything was more sensitive.

As he leaned in to kiss your lips, he started getting rougher and rougher, pushing himself on you, hunger written all over his face as he made out with you desperately, leaving you breathless yet he kept going.

Suddenly, you felt suffocated, not being able to breathe in any way, everything feeling too full. The second his lips parted from yours, you whimpered your safeword, making him slowly stop to avoid the discomfort of a sudden stop.

“You alright, doll?” He said, trying to get a view of your face that was covered by your hair, he gently brushed the strands away, “Hey..” he coos, “You’re okay doll, it’s okay, don’t hide from me” he added, trying to stop you from squirming on his lap from embarrassment of ruining the mood.

“Hoonie.. I couldn’t handle it anymore… it got too much” you replied to him, tugging on the collar of his shirt. “Hmm it’s okay lovely, you’re so fragile, I forgot I need to be delicate with you, I’m sorry. Let’s lay here for a bit then we can do whatever you want, sounds good? We can continue later, or watch a movie, whatever you want.” You nod as he rubs the side of your waist where he was holding on too tight.

[torasplanet]

❝𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝙈𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝙂𝙐𝙏𝙎.ᐟ❞

EREMIN + GN. READER, MIKAYUMI + F. READER, KAZUFUYU + AFAB. READER, S. KAWARAGI & H. SANZU + F. READER & SHIGADABI + M. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; two is better than one but no one says how rough it gets!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, threesomes, poly relationships implied, degradation, praise, oral, p in v, backshots, mxm, gxg, yelena mentioned, consensual recording, slut-shaming, akashi sibs do it the best 😝, this is so muchhh, petnames (baby, pretty, pretty girl, slut, whore, baby boy, pretty boy, princess), himbo!kazu, everyone's a meanie:(, spit(eremin), mentioned gangbang (eremin), face riding (mikayumi), fingering(mikayumi), anal(kazufuyu), madochism(kazufuyu), mean!fuyu, spitroasting kinda? (kazufuyu, shigadabi), mentions of murder(shigadabi), arguing, rough sex, overstimulation, face-fucking(shigadabi), hairpulling, throat bulging(shigadabi), mentioned punishments(shigadabi) unedited bc these r late night thoughts, I got lazy at the end :p, skin color not mentioned

EREN YEAGER + ARMIN ARLERT

Sobs escaped your throat as fits of laughter filled your ears humiliating you even further than you already were. Your nose was buried in Eren's brown pubes as you took him down your throat while also trying to jerk Armin off to the best of your ability so you didn't make him mad at you again.

"Baby don't forget about me. Giving all your attention to Eren..." Armin said grabbing onto your wrist that was slowing and jerking it faster. You tore your mouth away from Eren's cock and looked up at Armin with teary eyes as your other hand wrapped around Eren's cock "Didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" You whined apologetically earning a few more laughs from the men directed toward you.

They were so mean! They weren't going to fuck you until you made both of them cum at the same time and now they were laughing at you with a phone in your face teasing you for how slutty your face looked "Thought you'd be better at this. Heard you fucked Connie and Jean at the same time. Whore." Eren said with a chuckle as Armin grabbed the back of your head and shoved your mouth down on his cock making you gag.

You gazed up at the cell phone that was above you which Eren held, you wanted to whine about how they knew it wasn't true and it was just a rumor but Armin wouldn't let you take your mouth off his dick for even a second "They're pretty good I'd say. Maybe a little less gagging though baby." Armin said. His words were kind but they didn't sound like it.

Sounded more like he was being sarcastic and the way he was smirking down at you "Don't worry, we can fix that in no time. Teach 'em how to be a real whore." Eren said with a laugh with his freehand gripping at your jaw and tearing your mouth away from Armin's cock allowing you to catch a breath.

Armin verbally complained about this but watched to see what Eren was going to do. Eren tapped the side of your jaw as you breathed heavily, your chest moving up and down trying to catch your first breath in a while.

Your lips parted and your mouth opened wide already knowing what he wanted from his tapping "Wow, practically already a trained slut." Armin said glancing at his friend, both your hands were at work trying to continue their pleasure and get them to cum.

Eren grinned as he spat onto your tongue watching as you swallowed it immediately with tears wetting your face as you continued to look up at the camera glancing from it and Eren's eyes "Just needs to be trained to take you." The brown-haired male said to his blonde friend with a smile on his face before glancing back down at you.

They were talking about you like you weren't even there and there was nothing you could do about it but sit there and listen. You just wanted them to fuck you so badly! You wanted to hurry up and make them cum.

"Tell the camera what you are." You couldn't tell which one of them said that from the tears blinding your vision only allowing you to see Armin's short brightly colored hair and Eren's long dark hair.

You sniffled sobbing and letting your head drop avoiding eye contact but Armin's hand flew to your head and gripped your hair pulling at it roughly and forcing your head back up "M' a slut..." You mumbled under your breath with your lips in a pout while you stared up at the camera.

Their laughter grew louder after the words left your lips making your face grow hot from shame. Who knows who they would send that video to if they even sent it to anyone at all.

They were thinkin' of sending it to Jean or maybe Connie, you were so big a of a slut that an extra two wouldn't be a problem for you at all. With how you were begging for cock earlier, you'd enjoy getting passed around by the whole friend group.

MIKASA ACKERMAN + YMIR

"Ugh...who's this?" Ymir muttered grabbing her phone that was discarded next to your naked boy on the sheets of the bed, you didn't care much for what she was saying.

It's not like you heard the text notification going off anyway. You were practically lost in your dreams from Mikasa's tongue going to work on your pussy while Ymir sat on your face "Oh it's Yelena." Mikasa looked up at the freckle-faced girl as she continued to lick and suck on your cunt and bundle of nerves.

She tore her mouth from your crotch just for a second "What she say?" Mikasa went right back down between your legs with her fingers gripping the fat of your thighs as you moaned into Ymir's cunt making a moan escape the long-haired woman's mouth.

"Fuck...I would tell you but pretty girl just ain't stoppin'." Mikasa's eyes flickered up at you as if you could see her, she reached one of her hands up and pinched your nipple making a sob leave your throat and your thighs closed tightly around Mikasa's head.

"Ya' ain't helping Ackerman," Ymir said with a groan looking down at the woman that was eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

You didn't even really know what was going on, you were lost in the valley of pleasure that Mikasa was the culprit and you were getting wetter by the moment just eating Ymir out because of how she was grinding on your face.

Your back arched slightly when Mikasa let out a groan of annoyance showing she didn't care about what Ymir had to say and clearly she didn't care about how her subtle responses were affecting you "You think Yelena would fuck her?" Ymir asked the other woman curiously throwing her phone back on the bed not bothering to respond to the text.

Mikasa moved away from your cunt and threw her hair out of her face "Why does it matter? Did she ask if she could?" She replaced her tongue with two of her fingers thrusting them in and out of you at a rapid speed but that's not want you wanted.

You wanted her mouth, not her fingers.

"No, just wanted to know what you'd think."

"She would but she can't. She's mine."

Ymir chuckled at Mikasa's words as she groped her tit moaning at the touch, they often did this. Having a normal conversation while in the middle of torturing you. They could at least finish you off before they begin talking...

You let out a whine gently kicking your feet attempting to get the attention of the two girls and you did "We're talking, don't be rude." Mikasa said delivering a slap to your tit and making you whine more "Fuck, you really gotta stop doing that. You know how whiny she is." Ymir groaned arching her back and pressing her hands down on your stomach to stretch her back.

Mikasa merely hummed in response looking down at how you sucked her fingers in "Did Yelena ask if she could fuck her?" Mikasa asked ignoring everything that was going on, her thrusts got rougher and faster showing she was getting agitated at the thought of Yelena fucking you.

Mikasa was always so possessive of you. You were hers so of course she was. Well, you were hers and Ymir's but no one else could have you. No one else could make you melt on their fingers like she did with you. She didn't give a damn if she was there and it was some type of gangbang, no one else was going to fuck you especially not fucking Yelena.

A chuckle departed from Ymir's lips "You're too damn possessive. I already told you she didn't." Mikasa merely frowned at the girl's words before looking back down at you as you sobbed from the neglect and need.

Mikasa's hand caressed your thighs as she pulled her fingers out of you and placed them on the tip of her tongue with the taste of you flooding her tastebuds. "Just wanna make sure no one takes my baby."

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA + CHIFUYU MATSUNO

Kazutora's bi-colored hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he whined loudly the sounds bouncing off the walls of the apartment "C'mon baby boy...! I know you're not tappin' out already." Chifuyu teased with his nails making indents on Kazutora's pale hips as his hips snapped into Kazutora's lower back repeatedly.

The male didn't even respond and just kept whining as Chifuyu's thrust forced his cock in and out of your soaking cunt that was just squeezing the life outta him. His hands were placed on your tits groping them as he tried to open his eyes but the pleasure he was receiving was too much for him! He couldn't take all this...

Between chifuyu pounding in him from behind and your cunt swallowing him in, he was starting to get dizzy not knowing what to do with himself "Tora, are you listening? Did 'fuyu already do you dumb?" You asked between moans bringing your hands up to cup your boyfriend's cheeks.

You squished them together forcing his lips into a soft pout as you grinned at the tears running down his face as he sniffled "I am, I am! Just so much! Can't take it no 'more..." Kazutora sobbed out as the black-haired male behind him just laughed at how dumb kazutora got from just a little cock.

"Pretty boy, I know you can. You act like a whore just to go down on me but now that you're in, you don't want it?" Kazutora shook his head fast with a whine.

"No, I do want it! I do!" You let out a laugh and his pathetic pleads going back and forth between what he wanted making no sense with his words swirling together forming nothing but blabbers.

Your hand ran down his cheek comfortingly leaning up and pressing a peck to his lips "So make me cum. You've made a mess in my pussy like four times and I only came once. I don't think that's fair." You said practically taunting him with how you were talking to him like he had no brain cells but by the way, Chifuyu wasn't slowing down at all, they were probably all fucked out of his head.

"Yeah pretty boy, don't be selfish." The Matsuno man teased whispering into Kazutora's ear with a smirk on his face as he looked down at you before his gaze traveled down to your messy cunt that was leaking Kazutora's cum as he weakly thrusting in and out of you seeing the ring of cum around the base of the golden-eyed male.

You guys were being so mean to him...it just wasn't fair. "I'm sorry, forgive me please." The pathetic male pleaded breathing heavily and leaning down putting his head on your chest as he peered up at you with wide and teary eyes. You almost felt bad for him.

He kissed your neck lightly with his wet lips biting lightly all on the flesh. Kazutora loved biting you so much.

It left marks from him that showed everyone you were his and it was his way of showing his love in the heat of the moment where his head was empty and nothing but pathetic whimpers were emptying from his mouth.

Chifuyu's grin widened at the new angle and he placed one of his hands on the middle of Kazutora's back before delivering a rough thrust "Ugh! Please!" The blonde and black-haired male whimpered out as Chifuyu's hand went to his hair pulling it and lifting the male up till his back pressed against Chifuyu's chest.

"Stop clinging to them. Just focus on makin' them cum, baby boy." Chifuyu insulted before biting down on Kazutora's neck making him let out more sobs and grope your boobs harder making you hiss.

You watched as Chifuyu and Kazutora locked lips in front of you harshly "Chifuyu stop being like that. He's makin' me sore." You complained as you placed your hands on top of Kazutora's as his lazy thrusts sped up getting rougher. "You're the one that wants to cum. I'm just trying to help you." The black-haired male said separating his lips from Kazutora's swollen ones which were spilling moans and pleads though he didn't know exactly what he was pleading for.

A frown appeared on your face with your brows creasing. You reached a hand up and pushed him harshly on his shoulder "How the fuck am I going to cum if he's practically ripping me apart." You cursed through your teeth and Chifuyu simply rolled his eyes at your words not caring much for them. He was always so mean when he was in charge.

"Please, y'know you love that shit. That's why you keep letting him bite you." Chifuyu said pulling harsher at Kazutora's hair who wasn't listening to anything you two said "Mhm! So close!" The Hanemiya man shouted as you glared up at the man that was busy practically destroying Kazutora's ass.

Like he had much room to talk. All the times he's had nail marks on his back and none of you could tell if it was from you or kazutora. He was just as much of a pain slut as you were.

All three of you were sluts if we're being honest.

SENJU KAWARAGI + HARUCHIYO SANZU

"Ow!" Senju shouted slapping the back of your hands repeatedly as you gripped her legs harshly trying to hold back from biting down as your head was in between her skinny and pale thighs.

You didn't want to hurt her. You wanted the opposite!

But it's just so hard to contain yourself when Haruchiyo's busy fucking the life out of you behind you and he wasn't slowing down one bit. "Princess...your nails are hurting me," Senju complained as she looked down at you, her soft tone almost made tears brew in your eyes.

You took your mouth from her cunt and looked at her with pleading eyes still jerking back and forth from her brother's thrusts "I'm sorry sen'! Haru's being so rough..." You muttered apologetically not wanting Senju to be mad at you for hurting her. Senju was already so rough and mean during sex and when she was mad at you, she was even worse.

You don't know if you could handle her being mad at you and Haruchiyo being so rough with you. You'd probably wake up with purple hand marks on your hips from how hard he was grasping onto them and dark purple hickies littered all over your body mainly your tits from Senju's biting and sucking.

The pink-haired woman placed her hand on your head, you thought she was going to lean down and give you a kiss but she just shoved your head back down onto her pussy "Stop going so damn fast. You never think about anyone but yourself." You heard her tell Haruchiyo as you wasted no time getting back to work and eating her out.

Your tongue licking through her folds and sucking on her clit "It's not my fault she can't take it. Your 'princess' isn't a good slut." Haruchiyo replied harshly probably glaring at his sister. They didn't hate each other, they couldn't do that. They worked with each other but they argued a lot.

Especially when it came down to fucking you. Just before this, they were arguing about who was getting your mouth and what position they were going to bend your body in tonight.

"Yeah, she can't be if you're stopping her." You stopped your tongue movements and glanced up at your girlfriend wanting to hear what she and Haruchiyo were arguing about but her glare turned to you "Did I tell you to stop? Now you can't hold onto me." She said meanly squatting your hands away from her bare legs, now you had nothing to support you against the male's thrusts.

Now you have done it. You made her mad at you!

You continued to eat her out not wanting to piss her off more because you had already made the mistake of stopping when she didn't tell you to while she was arguing with Haruchiyo who was already pissing her off "This is your fault. You wanna be selfish and now she's acting like a dumb whore." Her hand on your head that was once just sitting there now grew rough with her fingers gripping your hair tightly giving harsh treatment to your scalp.

A whine escaped your lips making one leave Senju's lips and she threw her head back "Shut the fuck up, I'm almost there." Haruchiyo said rudely his thrusts speeding up and his hips constantly snapping into yours making your body jerk forward but because of the lack of support that Senju's thighs once gave you, there was no way for you to stop it.

You reached your trembling hand up in an attempt to grab the woman's hand but she snatched her hand away "I told you you're not touching me. What don't you understand?" She said pulling you up from between her legs and forcing your face close to hers.

You choked.

You didn't know what to say. Did she even want you to respond?

"I-I do...haru's just so..." "I don't care." Tears glossed over your irises at her cold tone and the way she looked at you as if she hated your mere existence.

You weren't exactly sure if the tears were from the pure bliss you felt in your stomach right now from the tip of Haruchiyo's cock hitting your cervix over and over restlessly "You're not allowed to touch me until I cum, you understand?" Senju said raising an eyebrow and tilting her head slightly awaiting an answer from you.

You opened your mouth to protest and spew out excuses on why she should go easy but when her gaze hardened, you closed it and just nodded silently.

Senju had you at her feet for almost everything and with just a single tap or look, she could have you sobbing and humping her leg while begging for forgiveness and it didn't matter if you didn't know what you did wrong. You just didn't want her to be mad at you.

You were her princess and you wanted it to stay like that. You couldn't live a day being Haruchiyo's because this threesome was enough for you.

Your pussy was gonna be so sore after this! You couldn't deal with that soreness every day...though it did feel good.

"Stop looking at me and do the only thing you're good at." You knew exactly what she meant and you dove right back in between her legs ignoring the moans that left your lips from Haruchiyo's hits to your cervix and the overwhelming feeling in your tummy that was warranting your orgasm; Senju didn't care how many times you came, you were still gonna make her cum as many times as she wanted to.

A loud groan left the male from behind you "Don't you cum in her." Senju warned violently and Haruchiyo merely chuckled "Don't want me to give your baby a baby?" He said as you felt him slowly pulling out of you.

"Piss off." You felt warm ropes of cum spurt on your back practically coating the entire free area, you whimpered when he slapped your ass harshly. Your hands balling into fists just wanting something to grab onto.

You didn't mean to stop, it was an honest mistake that anyone could've made! You just wanted to grab onto something of your girlfriend's, her thighs, her tits, her hips, anything to support you and increase the body contact between you and her.

Ughhhh! Why was your girlfriend such a meanie?

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + DABI

This was torture.

You were sure they've actually tortured someone like murder and what not and you should be grateful that you're being a victim of this type and not but it's pretty hard to be grateful for anything when your cock is aching while pressing against your tummy rock fucking hard and you can't even do anything about it.

Dabi making a mess of your ass didn't help either because all that did was make you harder and want to cum more and maybe, just maybe, if he wasn't paying attention, you could sneak your hand down and jerk yourself off. That's if Tomura wasn't staring dead at you making sure you didn't try anything while you choked on his cock.

Your hands gripped the arm of the couch as you whined "Look, it's making a bulge in his throat." Tomura said raspily as he looked down at you with a taunting look already knowing how sore he was making your throat from his relentless fucking of your throat not letting you catch a breath.

Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you felt Dabi lean forward, his chest pressing against your back "Oh yeah it is. Guess you're too big for him." Dabi said with a chuckle bringing his finger up to poke at the bulge in your throat making you gag more.

"Uhhh fuck, man." Tomura groaned throwing his head back and taking his scarlet eyes away from you for what felt like forever, Dabi's turquoise eyes noticed how Tomura's pace with his hips quickened and his hold on your head tightened of course keeping his pinkies up.

Didn't wanna disintegrate his favorite toy now did he?

Dabi sat up straight once more with his thrusts returning back to normal as they had slowed so he could observe the sight of Tomura's cock poking out through your throat. You weren't even able to concentrate on what was really going on from how badly you needed to touch yourself and how you were trying to keep up with both of them at the same time.

It was practically impossible so why try on that part.

Seeing as though, Tomura was too busy fucking your throat like it was a fleshlight and his head thrown back with his eyes darted toward the ceiling and Dabi probably couldn't see anything that was going on, you found the perfect opportunity to relive yourself.

You took one of your hands off the arm of the couch careful not to fall over the edge from the individual rhythms both of them had that hardly matched up with the other. You snuck your hand down to your cock and just gently run your thumb over the leaking tip making a whine leave your lips sending vibrations on the blue-haired male's cock.

He still hadn't looked at you and if you kept moaning like the whore you were, then he never would "Such a good whore. My pretty boy." Tomura muttered through his moans your nose meeting his bush of black pubes over and over as you continued to choke on him which he cared very little for.

"He was mine before he was yours. I found him first." Dabi muttered from behind you and you mentally cursed him for this because that made Tomura look down. Not at you but at the man behind you but you still took your hand away in fear of being caught.

A groan of annoyance echoed from the male in front of you "This again...I don't give a damn if you found him, I've fucked him more." Tomura said glaring at the male with the hold on your hair growing tighter making you squeeze your eyes shut.

You listened to them as they argued back and forth but you weren't really listening...you couldn't give a single fuck about whatever they were talking about and were only focused on if they were looking at you or not.

Dabi must've fucked out all of your brains and from the way you were moaning, he definitely had but still, you were being a fucking idiot considering trying your luck when they could easily spot you with you being sandwiched between their gazes directed toward each other.

They might as well blow your fucking brains out all on this floor because clearly there was no use for them since you weren't even considering using them.

You snaked your hand down carefully trying not to draw Tomura's attention as he frowned at Dabi continuing their argument as the dark-haired male let out sounds of carelessness. Your fingers wrapped around your cock before you slowly began to move your hand up and down driving pornographic moans from your lungs.

It was a nice relief. Your poor cock had been neglected all night by these stupid guys! Your tip was leaking so much pre-cum you thought you had already come just from Dabi's fucking and oh gosh were you sensitive!

You were so into your heavens of bliss and pleasure while you jerked yourself off edging closer to the tip of your orgasm that you didn't notice Dabi's thrusts slowing, you were too busy still sucking Tomura off and trying to get yourself off to even remember that he was there.

Your moans got louder and more frequent as your hand went faster getting you closer to tipping over the edge until someone grabbed your wrist stopping all of that movement.

Your eyes shot open and you looked up to see if it was Tomura who caught you and it wasn't. He was moaning, his eyes squeezed shut. With this information and your wrist suddenly getting warmer and warmer by the second, you knew that Dabi was the one who found you.

"Hey Tomu', look what I found," Dabi said with a smirk on his face as he snatched your hand away from your still aching cock and held it up, his thrusts stopping completely and so did Tomura's with his eyes snapping open and a sound of confusion following.

Your eyes glossed over with tears too afraid to look up at the blue-haired boy or the black-haired one so you just stared down at the plush of the couch "Baby boy here was tryna get off. Guess two cocks still ain't enough huh?" Dabi whispered in your ear hauntingly making you whimper slightly.

Making the decision to look up was the worst decision you've probably made in your entire life because Tomura looked like he wanted to end your life right there "You're a slut and you can't even follow simple instructions? More like a dumb himbo." Tomura insulted you practically spitting on you with how mean his tone was toward you.

You weren't a himbo. You could follow instructions just fine!

You just..didn't want to. You couldn't! You were just in so much pain and you wanted it so bad that you couldn't help yourself...like a slut.

"Sorry...I just needed it s'bad, didn't mean to." With a yank of your hair, you were pulled up to lie against Dabi's chest making your hard cock more visible to Tomura.

Dabi's lips pressed against the shell of your ear as you heard him let out a couple low chuckles "No, I think you did mean it. You know what happens when you don't listen and I think you like it, that's what you want isn't it?" The blue-eyed male asked and you just sat there whimpering in pain from the treatment of your scalp, Tomura flicked the tip of your cock with his finger and glared at you telling you to answer Dabi's question.

You didn't want a punishment...but it wouldn't hurt. You already knew what they were going to do and at the moment it's what you wanted. They were going to make you cum over and over again until they got tired and it was exhausting but after being neglected for so long, that was a dream for you.

"Yes!" With that Dabi laughed loudly and let you drop back down to the couch, your head landing on the arm of the plush furniture.

"Don't worry, we'll give you exactly what you want."

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

I was wondering how would the Professor Grant roleplay go between Steven and the reader

Maybe some spanking because the reader failing in his class 😈

I love your writings btw ❤

Anony, my heart is melting!❤️🥹

Your wish is my command!

Note: I'm so goddamn sorry for the (far too) late post, work was getting in the way :(

A+ is the way it's supposed to be

Steven Grant x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, soft dom!Steven, p in v, spanking, riding. (Lmk if I forgot some)

You and Steven decided to do a little 'Professor Grant' roleplay at your place.

Your Professor, Mr. Grant scheduled a personal tutoring to boost your grades up. It's already afternoon, Mr. Grant would be there soon, so you cleaned up and got your stuff for the tutoring ready. Mr. Grant had given you 'homework' to get ready. Of course you were studying a little bit. But right after that you got a little lazy and decided to get the rest, or atleast some of it from replaying Assassin's Creed Origins. After all, aquiring information from playing games is far more interesting than doing it by studying, right? So you thought...

20 minutes later your doorbell rang. You straightened your clothes and headed for the door before opening, revealing ideed Mr. Grant, wearing his typical blueish jacket and vintage shirt.

"Hello. Are you prepared for our tutoring?" He greeted with a sweet smile.

You stepped aside to let him enter, "Yes, I...I did." You nodded with a slight nervousness in your tone.

Steven went to your living room, sitting down on the couch and got his bag ready. Meanwhile you got him a glass of water before joining him, sitting down next to him on the couch.

"So? Are you ready? I will ask you some questions first." He informed.

He waited for you to agree before continuing. "First question, who was the first Egyptian god?"

You paused, brows furrowing a bit as you thought about the answer. A moment after, you looked up at Steven, "A-Anubis?" you tried your luck.

Steven shook his head and gave a weak smile, "Wrong. It was Atum. Next question: Who built the Pyramids?"

Please don't say aliens, please don't say aliens...

"Humans- I mean the Egyptians." You stuttered slightly.

Steven smiled, clapping his hands together, "See? I knew you could do it! But that was an easy one."

Steven opened his bag, pulling out some exams he made, handing them to you. "I give you thirty minutes to finish. And since you must have done your homework, you'll answer atleast most of them correctly, yeah?"

The exams were kind of hard for you mostly, given how you didn't study and prepared yourself. What was the name of the bird like god again? Horus?

Which god punishes people before they even get the chance to do something bad? Must have been Osiris, right? Right?!

What animal is Ammit again??

The amount of blackouts you had was high, you were playing around with the pen in your hand, biting your lip nervously.

Soon enough your time was up and Steven collected it for a look over. You stood infront of him, nervously playing with your hands knowing you did miserably. Steven, who sat on your couch looked up at you, gently taking off his glasses, setting it down.

"Did you do your homework?" He asked calmy with the slightest hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I was trying to help myself..." You gulped.

"Help yourself? Ohh, did you play that stupid video game where you run around in Egypt as an Assassin?" Came his reply.

"Yes." You nodded embarrassed.

Steven sighed, "Y'see, as your Professor it is my job to ensure you do well. I gave you all the necessary information you needed." Steven placed a hand on your shoulder, "But if you refuse to do what you're told, I am allowed to punish you. Normally I'd give you a second chance but..." he sighed dramatically, "seeing your latest results, I'm afraid I have no other option as to punish you." Steven gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, before his hand travelled down your back, stopping just above your butt.

"How 'bout a little spanking?" He asked softly, his hand going to your butt now to give it a squeeze. "Bend over my knee, please."

You obeyed, planting yourself on your stomach on his knees as Steven pulled your pants down just enough to reveal your panties.

"But please be gentle." You asked.

"The punishment will be reflected on your lazieness." Steven answered, smacking your ass gently. Then after a moment of silence, another spank came, this time harder, making you moan in surprise.

Steven noticed and smiled down at you, "Did you just moan?" Steven squeezed your ass again, causing you to squirm slightly.

Steven leaned down closer to you, "Don't tell me you actually like getting your ass spanked by your Professor."

Another spank, another moan-like gasp from you.

"Oh-ho, you're quite naughty, ain't ya' darling? A lazy student likes getting her naughty butt spanked by her Professor." Steven gave your buttcheek a soft pinch, making you squirm again.

Then his hand came down again, already causing his red handprint to show. This time the spank caused you to accidentally grind your hips against his thigh. In response, Steven rubbed his hand aginst the red handprint on your skin to soothe it.

"Aww, darlin' did you like that?" Steven teased, his hand suddenly going down to rub your core through your panties, already finding them wet.

"Mr. Gr--" You gasped.

"Gotta admit, seeing how you respond to this is quite arousing to say the least." Steven kept rubbing, feeling how you got wetter by every second. Steven then proceeded to slide your pants down your legs and tossing them away.

"God, you're such a naughty girl." Steven pulled your panties down, exposing your lower half to him. But then he removed his hand, making you mewl at the loss.

"I'm sorry Mr. Grant." You pouted, turning your head to look up at him.

Steven sneered, "You're sorry? Alright fine, if you promise to take your time to study from now on I will continue, you hear me?"

You nodded eagerly, "Yes sir."

"Good. Now get up and on my lap." He beckoned with his finger.

You wasted no time, getting up and straddling him.

"There's my good girl." He leaned in and kissed your forehead. Then Steven undid his pants, pulling his hard cock out. "And now ride me, show me you're not lazy."

You raised, planting your wet hole on his thick cock before slowly lowering, letting out soft moans along the way until he was sheathed inside you.

"Yeah that's it." Steven sighed in pleasure.

Steven moved his hands on your ass, squeezing them firmly as you started riding him. Your moans making his hips move.

"I thought you wanted me to do all the work." You teased.

Steven chuckled, his hips stopping "Watch it before I will make you really do all the work." He scolded teasingly.

His hips started moving upwards again, meeting yours. You threw your head back as the pace increased. Steven's grunts were easily overtoned by your needy moans. Steven felt you being so slippery down there.

"I'm starting to think you love your Professor's cock, hm?" He panted, his pace never decreasing.

"Yes." You whined, feeling your orgasm built up.

Steven felt you tightening around him, his thrusts becoming harder.

A few moments after, you couldn't handle it any longer, clamping down on him, squeezing his cock for all it's worth with a loud moan following. Steven came seconds after you, filling you up with his warm cum.

You both just sat there for a moment to catch your breaths, your head resting on his shoulder.

"That was quite intense, love." Steven broke the silence.

You giggled, "Hell yeah." You then lifted yourself off his lap to sit beside him on the couch while Steven put his now soft cock back inside his pants.

"But you should really consider becoming a Professor." You nudged him playfully.

Steven gave you a dirty look, "Don't give me ideas." He teased.

"Okay forget it, Jake and Marc would probably burn down the place after they get a headache from all the study stuff." You laughed.

Steven laughed too, "You're not wrong."

Steven spent the rest of the evening at your place, giving you tips on how to improve and tricks for best study techniques.

[barleyo]

Your requests are open... you've put the words "Corrupt Cop Daichi" in my brain... Imagine you're just like. Driving on the highway and you're not even speeding but somehow he knows what you look like so he pulls you over because you're a cutie patootie... Dubious consent follows... Daichi in a cop uniform... Reader bent over the backseat of the cop car, door open, fully visible from the road but not caring because CoP dAiChI? AHHhhhhHH? (Idek if this counts as corrupt but cop daichi is cop daichi you know)

It's 9:30 in the morning but it's never too early for Cop Daichi argargargargargarg

Mr. Officer.

Cop! Daichi Sawamura X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: CORRUPT COP DAICHI IS MY EVERYTHING!!! Ugh dirty nasty cops who abuse their power :3 I wanted to make him mean, but my sweet, sweet Daichi could never be mean to a pretty girl... he still gets crazy with power though!

Tags: power play/imbalance, alcohol mention, small age gap (18—23), dub-con, p in v, quickies, coercion n all that good stuff :3

Wordcount: 900-ish

God, you were lucky that you were pretty, because you certainly weren't smart or slick. Daichi knew college kids were stupid, always doing risky stuff for the hell of it, but really? You were too drunk to walk in a straight line, let alone to be behind the wheel of a vehicle. 

He couldn't help but feel the pang of interest he felt when he got a good look at you after pulling you over. With the way you were driving, he was certain you'd be a blind old lady, but no. Just a college cutie. Damn it, it was hard to be stern with those. 

"Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked, trite words second nature to him by now. 

If you googled the definition of the word "wasted," your face in that moment would be the illustration accompanying it. 

Your face was red and warmed, no doubt tinted by all the cheap liquor you threw back at whatever frat party you came from. Eyes lazy and half-lidded. Hiccups and inconsolable giggles.

"No," you said, drunken euphoria flooding through your system. "I'm sorry, Mr. Problem, is there an officer?"

"Jesus Christ."

Daichi pinched the bridge of his nose, not entirely sure what to do with you. On one hand, it was his job to take you into the station, take your name down, and rat on you to your parents. Maybe scare you straight with a few nights in a holding cell.

On the other, well, you were a sweet little thing. Drunk and stupid as you may have been, he didn't have the heart to haul you away like a criminal. Girls with pretty faces aren't meant for life behind bars, even if only for a couple of hours. 

"C'mon, let's get you out of here. Step out of the vehicle, please," he ordered weakly, still conflicted. 

You complied, of course, stepping out and stumbling, falling forward. He caught you, letting you hold onto his forearms during your spell of dizziness. 

You stayed in his arms, drunkenly fiddling with the walkie talkie strapped to his shirt while you prattled off whined and pleas.

"Am I in trouble?" you asked while running a hand over his arms. "You're not gonna be a 'cop' about this whole thing, are you?"

He held back a snort, peering down at you. He made no effort to get you off of him, in fact, he rather liked the way you were feeling up on him. His nightly patrol was getting a little boring, and he usually had to deal with violent, dumb-as-hell college guys who drove drunk.

Cute, touchy, drunk, dumb-as-hell college girls were the easier route by far.

"Kinda my job, hon," he replied, struggling to keep a stern tone. "How much did you have to drink tonight?"

"Nothing, I swear," you slurred, shaking your head at him in defense. "Totally sober! Promise!"

Bullshit.

"Yeah, right. 'Nothing' meaning every drink handed to you, I assume?"

"Okay, maybe, but I can drive fine!"

"You almost served into a tree earlier," he deadpanned, placing his hands on your shoulders with an unamused look. 

You giggled right in his face, pressing your warm face against his chest. 

"You're funny."

What the hell was he supposed to do with you now?!

Once he clicked his bodycam off, he knew he was going to give in. He was only a man, and men are weak. Something about you, how easily the situation was playing out— it was too tempting. It almost felt like a set-up, or maybe that was just his guilt and paranoia acting up.

He wasn't alone in this, his buddies in the force pulled sly shit like this all the time. No harm, no foul, right? You get off scot-free and he gets a little something in return. 

Everyone's happy. 

You definitely sounded happy, squeals and moans falling from your mouth while he bent you over the hood of your car. 

He knew he was wrong for this. He didn't care. It was dark out, chances of someone catching him low. Besides, it was hard to focus on anything other than the wet, warm hole clenching over him. 

"Lower your volume," he warned, pace unsteady and sharp. The hand he had wrapped over one of your thighs tightened its grip, warning you. "You want someone to see you like this?"

He could see the back of your head shake 'no,' and could hear your moans start to muffle themselves with a bite of your bottom lip. 

"Awh, didn't mean t'shut you up," his voice was softer, hand running over your hip apologetically. "Lemme hear you, jus' don't get too loud."

He was already sloppy with how he was fucking you, but when he heard the pathetic cry that you let out, his body was inconsolable. He wasn't in control anymore, he just let himself be led by pure lust. 

He pressed a shaking hand on your lower back, deepening your arch for him. He bullied your cervix's tip, acutely aware of how sensitive it was. This was far deeper than any guy had ever reached for you, way deeper. 

An intense flush of pleasure ran over you while you came. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the risk of it all, or maybe just the hot officer doing it to you, but your orgasm felt much stronger than you had felt any other time. The feeling of his cum landing on your ass and the sound of his deep groans were just the cherry on top of it all. 

[keeponquinning]

My brain is dead right now, but i saw this sentence so maybe you can write smut with Eddie?😇

Does doing these kind of things make us friends with benefits?

I can work with this.

WARNINGS: because i forgot to put them, sorry. Reader cheats on boyfriend with eddie, public sex, they hook up at a party, p in the v ( unprotected ), the use of the word daddy.

He was inside you when the question tumbled out of his lips, his breath hot against the back of your neck, sitting prettily on his cock, his hands gripping your hips and leading your movements. The feel of his cock, hard, pulsing and thick made you dizzy, soft little moans pouring out of your lips. Yet his question made you laugh, breathless, your lips smiling. "... what?" You heard him, through your lust filled daze, but, surely he didn't ask t h a t?

He growled, one of his hands roamed from your hip, between your legs and slightly calloused fingers rubbed lazy circles around your clit. A shaky breath escaping him at the feel of your luscious walls squeezing around his cock, making it twitch deep inside you, your movements stilled, the both of you feeling so good at the moment and he leaned forward to give a biting kiss at the back of your neck. "... I said..." He let out a soft huff of a laugh. "Doing these like this..." He let out, his fingers on your clit quickening for a moment, feeling your legs start to shake and your breath hitched, stopping and squeezing your thigh as you let out a frustrated whimper. "...make us friends with benefits?"

A soft hiss leaves your lips, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close as his lips kiss the side of your neck and you move your hips back and forth, fucking yourself gently on his cock. Because you want to. Because you need to. The feel of him so full inside you has become an addicting one. You couldn't stop until you've cum, you knew that. It didn't matter if the guy you were kind of seeing was downstairs at the party. When Eddie Munson was inside you, all you could think about was him.

Your body belonged to the Freak of Hawkins High and your body didn't care.

Your mind, however...

"Don't we have to be friends for that?" You answer, and you feel him shift on the bed of...neither of you knew, him laying you on your side, hooking your leg around him, giving him enough leverage to sink his cock inside your tight little cunt, hitting that perfect spot as you let out a moan only Eddie could bring out, "...oh, fuck..."

His moans were soft, yet deep. Pressing his forehead against your shoulder, a groan following suit. "... got a point, sweetheart..." His words breathed out, driving his cock harder and faster, entranced with how wet you were, how you felt so easily gliding on his cock and yet so fucking tight... He dreamed of being inside you, wake up with the hardest morning wood and have to stroke himself furiously to the thought of you. He didn't feel right until he came in you, which was the goal now, the light smack of skin upon skin as he pounded into you like the crazed man you made him. "I don't care--I don't--fuck, just care about....oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good..."

You were amazed no one had heard you, yet. The thought of being quiet long gone as your moans and whimpers filled the room. The way his cock could stretch you, yet you could feel how you sucked him inside, begging to have him deeper. Feeling your wetness spread, the knots in your stomach tightening. "...such a big cock... I fucking love this cock..."

"Yeah?" he asked, grabbing you once more, his devilish smile spread wide. Eyes crackling like lightening as he brought you on top of him, his cock slipped out and falling on his stomach, grasping it, sliding the swollen head over your drenched folds, chuckling deep when you lowered yourself onto him, no hesitation on your part to have his cock inside you again. Both of your moaning softly as he was deep inside you once more. "Show me... Mhm... Show me how much you love my cock, beautiful."

And you do. So wet for him, it takes little to adjust to how full and thick his cock is. Your walls part and cling to him so eagerly, body moving up and down easily. A pant and a moan falling from your lips as his eyes are transfixed at the sight of his own cock disappearing inside your cunt. You feel so warm, wet and tight to him that soon his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. You don't care about anything else, crying out and whimpering his name, like a prayer, bouncing on his cock. Everything a white noise, the sound of the bed's mattress springs creaking louder, and faster, faster, faster. You can feel him pulsing and twitching inside you, hear how wet you are, feel his nails scratch along your sides and hips.

You're laying down on him, sobbing into his neck. "That's okay, baby... Oh fuck... Did so good...." Grasping your hips, making you stay spread as he fucked his way into you. "Daddy's got you, Princess.... oh, fuck, let Daddy take care of you... Fuck this amazing pussy... Cum so deep...." You whimper and moaned, making him chuckle. "Oh, you love that... Mmm, gonna cum so much and so deep your boyfriend's gonna think it's his... Shit... Fuck... You ready, baby? Oh yeah... You're ready... You're fucking ready..."

You both let out a yell as you cum for each other. Your release drenching and drowning his cock while his fills you up. Each rope of cum fills you with a warmth that you're addicted to, making you cry out and sigh dreamily, each wave of the orgasm making you both hold on to the other so tight. Both of your lips kissing the other's skin. He's careful of not biting your skin — but you're not. He doesn't have a girlfriend, after all, not like you with your boyfriend that couldn't even hope to make you feel as good as he can. He likes your bites, the marks it leaves behind.

When clarity kicks in, you barely speak as you gather your clothes again. He always looks more disheveled, not care if he looked like he had just fucked. Again, there's no risk for him, but you always look so pretty and pristine, it makes him want to take you again. But he can't, not when you leave first and he looks appreciatively at your ass as you walk out the room.

Neither of you know who or what you are to each other... But you both knew damn well that wouldn't be the last time for either of you, and that brings a comfort of its own.

[yawn-junn]

helloo are requests open? can i request boyfriend a-z with james from trainee a? thanks so much !!!

♡James A - Z♡

♡Special thanks too: anon, trainee a, James

♡Note: sorry this took so long I had a skin condition going on it's cleared up now and it no longer hurts to hold my phone

♡Taglist: @leoonoa - @mxlly143 - @wonootnoot

♡cw: kissing : affection : mentions of pda : mentions of jealousy :

4-5-24

A - affection (how affectionate are they)

Extremely, he's always hanging off you, or pulling on your arm for attention.

B - boyfriend points (cute things they do)

Sometimes when he's bored, he'll randomly call out for you but say nothing, or he'll (if he's laying on the floor) crawl over to you and "accidentally" trip you then trap you into cuddling with him.

C - comfort (how comforting are they)

He's not very good with his words when it comes to comforting so he tends to stick with affection and gently rub you're arm or back while letting you get out what's got you upset.

D - dreams (there future with you)

He imagined like 9 kids a giant house with 8 dogs and 4 cats with a few fish.

E - everlasting (how long will y'all last)

As long as you want him, he'll stay with you till you get tired of him and move on.

F - friendship (how long were you two friends)

For a few months before he confessed, he only talked with you because he's seen you around and you became a small(read: huge) crush.

G - games (couple games they play with you)

He's all for games, I mean if he could he'd play games 24 hours with you, but his favorite is even tho it's childish is tag he loves chasing you around.

H - hugs (how often do they crave hugs)

365 24/7 none stop he loves hugs whenever he can attach to you he will.

I - I love yous (who was the first person to say I love you)

He was, spontaneously he just yelled it out one day, like actually yelled, the two of you were watching TV when suddenly you heard a gasp from next to you a very loud "I love you!" Following right after.

J - jealousy (how jealous are they?)

He can get self conscious, so instead of getting mad jealous he'll get sulky and make sad little comments asking why you even like him.

K - kisses (kinds of kisses they give)

Cheek kisses and lip kisses are his favorite when he can't reach either he'll put his eye close to you and blink leaving butterfly kisses.

L - lazy days (lazy days with them)

Lazy days are rare, he's super hyper so to get him chill it happens rarely, but when they do happen he likes to cuddle and play a random game on his phone while you're head rests on his chest.

M - mornings (mornings with them)

You wake up way before him, so you'd get all you're stuff done and get ready letting him sleep more before you gently shake him awake.

N - nicknames (nicknames for one another)

He calls you the weirdest nicknames he can think of you're not "babe, baby, honey" or anything sweet you're "stink"

O - opening up (how fast did they open up to you)

A few months after being friends before you started dating when he opened up to you that's when he confessed.

P - PDA (public display of affection)

The most he'll do is hand holding but only the pinkies.

Q - quality time (how they spend time with you)

Whenever he gets free time he's by you're side so you often play games or do what he likes.

R - romance (how romantic are they)

3/10 on the romantic scale he can be if it's an important event but he's nowhere near romantic on a normal day.

S - support (how supportive are they)

You're #1 Fan he hypes you up like no other.

T - thrill (how thrilled are they about you)

When he was in trainee a they often complained since he never shut up about you, he'd brag even if you just flipped you're hair over you're shoulder.

U - understanding (how understanding are they)

He's went through a lot as a trainee that really opened his eyes moving from one place to another and forcing himself to learn a whole new language changed his view on a lot of stuff.

V - value (how much they value you)

He values you like he values life, to him you're everything and need to cherished.

W - wild card (random head cannon)

He loves teaching you his native tongue whenever you get something right he'll give you a round of applause.

X - xylophone (your couple song)

Promise by jimin

Y - you (what they think of you)

He thinks you're an angel he thinks so highly of you.

Z - zzz (naps with them)

Naps with him consist of cuddling (him on you to keep you warm) his hand gently under you're head to act as a pillow and the other hand is interlocked with yours.

[royalsunshinehotel]

may i request nsfw alphabet with napoleon usher?

Napoleon 'Leo' Usher (NSFW Alphabet, 18+)

A/N: I’m writing this after watching Episode Four with @hecuba-of-troy. It’s such a slay, and I love Rahul Kohli so much. This being said, Leo is the worst and I hate him, and I want him. Please enjoy this NSFW alphabet for the worst character ever. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) It’s minimal, if not nonexistent. Leo, after coming in to the Usher family at age 18, was certified at the ‘fuck-and-run’ 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don't think he likes to look close enough at his partners to have a favorite body part. For him, he likes his hands and his hair

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He hasn’t got a preference beyond: as much as possible, and everywhere. Cleaning up after is usually a multi-step process. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) There was definitely a time in his life when he had a spreadsheet of everyone he’d done sexual activities with. Yes, it is now deleted because he’s become more confident in himself in his thirties. Is it always warranted? Who’s to say. Is the spreadsheet now deleted? Yeah, and he’ll deny it ever existed. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Oh he’s a certified slut. He knows what he needs to do to ‘maintain his reputation’, and he’s probably going to do it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He’s a big fan of his partners either being on top, or being on all fours. He’s pretty tall, so whatever’s best for his upper back that day is usually what makes the choice. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) I think he tries to keep it minimal, because goofiness can lead to Intimacy and he can't have that. If he cracks a joke, you’ll laugh and then what !!! chaos (See I) 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I seriously think it matches his fuck ass haircut. Like short on the sides long on the middle. I don’t know hair growth patterns down there, but you get the idea. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) I feel like he’s capable of it, but he’ll have to dump you immediately after. It’s something he actively has to tamp down in the name of getting off. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) A whole lot. 3x daily I fear. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) There's no way he’s having a fucking ass stupid ass haircut like that if you’re not the one pulling on it. Fucking fuck ass shaved sides fuckboy. Like I don’t know what that style is called, but it’s right there next to ‘fuck ass bob’. 

Next after that, I think he’s really into lite bondage. Just being tied up and used by you, which you’re happy to do. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Typically at home, but if it’s been a to of family drama, he’ll fuck you in his car on the way to/from the family event. Next after that, the two of you get nasty in the shower, and then the bedroom. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) A gust of air? Typically I feel like Leo gets a little bit stuck in his own head, typically in a negative train of thought. That usually does it, but he’ll never let it on. He’ll literally use you to feel Anything, but not That much. Sorry!! He needs therapy!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) I feel like choking/ anything to do with pain really, it’s off the table. If there’s one thing about Leo, he would never hurt you on purpose. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Receiving. I’m not gonna say any more than that. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It depends on the mood honestly, fast and rough if he’s had a hard time with his family, but it’s slow and sensual and lazy most other times. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) IDK why I feel this way, but I don’t think Leo is very into quickies, just because he doesn’t strike me as a man who is good at multitasking. Like if a partner were to initiate sex, it would suddenly be sex-time for sex havers. Whatever he was doing before, would have to be put on hold. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Oh he’s all about it, anything to feel something. I see a lot of fucking on his balcony, perhaps in the bathroom at a cool restaurant. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) I think he’s been blessed with a whole lot of stamina, almost alarmingly so. Just picture his partner, exhausted, and Leo just cheesing like :D need a break? 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) I think he’s got a substantial collection, because he’s a lazy lover and if he can’t pawn the work off on his partner, he’ll pawn it off on a toy. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) I think it’s up to his partners to tease. Leo is a bit of a glutton, so I can’t see him knowing how to tease, or tease well. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) I know this man’s loud as hell. In canon, he’s a slut who hooks up with his instagram followers. I truly believe he doesn’t care who hears ever, and he’s probably smug and selfish, regardless of his minimal effort. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) I feel like Leo has his hair like that by mistake. It looks kind of like a mistake, like he went on a bender, and woke up with his hair like that. This being the case, he’s big into wearing hats in the winter, because the sides of his head like that.  

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He’s a stallion, in his fucking prime. Thank you, god bless. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) As we see on the show, it’s pretty darn high. The two of you are definitely NOT monogamous because I’m betting this man drowns his low self-esteem with a high sex drive. He picks up anything that moves and has sex with it. He’s very much the type to say “i don’t know” when you ask about people in his apartment. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

I think regardless of him being on his “best behavior” he knocks out almost immediately after. He’s very much the type to just roll over and fall asleep, for better or worse.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

I like Anastasia(FGO) and the fact that there is nearly no fanfic about her disapoint me to to no end, so can i ask for Anastasia x Male Reader headcannon (NSFW and SFW)

BTW if you see my Morgan Le Fay (FGO) request then could you make it NSFW and SFW cuz i forgot that you make NSFW

Not a problem! Sorry this took so long to get written! I got hung up on something in the process of writing this! (Why are there no good sized pictures of anyone in FGO?)

Your Wish Is My Command!

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Anastasia’s love language is pranks and cuddle’s so expect a Loooooooooooooot of those to be coming your way if you’re in a relationship with her.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You know that one friend that ALWAYS causes chaos and is just a total gremlin in general? That’s Anastasia, and that’s how your friendship started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves to cuddle an ungodly amount, hell if it was up to her the only thing the two of you would be cuddling, she prefers being the small spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She never had the option or chance to settle down when she was alive so you can bet she’d use her second chance on life to do exactly that! As for cooking and cleaning? She’s pretty rough at first but she does improve as long as someone teaches her how to do it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You came for fluff not angst!

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I’d say she would want to get married a little fast but not within the first six months or anything like that, probably after the first year or so. That's when she’d start expecting a ring.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Anastasia emotionally is a mix between blunt and soft, like a toy rubber hammer, she’s not the type to sugarcoat something but she will do her best to lessen the blow. Physically she’s soft until she has to be rough.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Anastasia love’s hugs, though she does have to practice a bit to give a good one, once she gets them down she has some very comforting and soft hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Anastasia say’s it after either the two of you have been dating for about half a year.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Anastasia doesn’t get jealous easily but when she does? Hooo boy will you have your work cut out for you if she does! As for what she does when jealous… well I’ll explain more when we get to NSFW headcanons.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Anastasia’s kisses are more like a storm of pecks all acros your face, she likes to be kissed on the hand and on her lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Pretty well adjusted, though she does treat them like they’re made of fine china because she of her younger brother and doesn’t really have any other measure to judge them by.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy, very, very, very, lazy

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Usually cuddles or sex, lots and lots of sex.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She’s not a very closed off person, as long as you don’t ask about something she’d rather not talk about she’s happy to answer any questions you ask of her.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She only get’s angry when something that’s hers is hurt, like Viy, you, her friends, etc.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Anastasia is a bit of both, she’ll remember the most important things in an instant, the smaller things she can occasionally remember in passing but if she’s put on the spot she’d have better luck asking Ivan.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When she realized that you had started courting her, a close second would be a proposal but nothing will top the joy and anxiety that came when she realized you were following the rules to courting a princess to a T.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Anastasia will definitely go crazy trying to keep everyone she loves safe, but that’s to be expected due to how she died, she loves to feel protected, preferably somewhere no one could get to her.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She puts a lot of effort into Dates and Anniversaries, gifts really aren’t her style, and everyday tasks are something she does quickly to get them over with.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Being a little gremlin, that’s her worst habbit followed by being pretty quick to throwing a punch if it comes to it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It depends, if it’s just a close group of you, family, and friends she couldn’t really care less on the otherhand if it’s people she’s unfamiliar with she put’s her best foot forward and goes the full nine yards.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She wouldn’t be incomplete so to say but she would be off kilter, kind of like one of those wind up toy’s that don’t wind up anymore, it still has the same form but it’s function isn’t there.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She can drink litterally any living being under the table sheerly because of the fact she’s Russian

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anything to do with firearms for… obvious reasons.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She has a tendency to just flop all over the place taking up the whole bed.

NSFW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Extremely sleepy, she pretty much zonks out as soon as she’s cleaned herself up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She is rather fond of her Ass, as for you she prefers your mouth for reasons that will never be revealed.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Not a Clue, this part right here has had me stuck since I closed my Inbox and why I’m only now starting to post

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She likes it when you are more assertive, she’s a complete bottom and a brat, and we both know what the best medicine for that is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Complete amateur, absolutely no experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She can be a little goofy and may occasionally crack a dirty joke but other than that she’s more in the moment with everything.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s a Russian princess, take that as you will.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Extremely so, everything has to be perfectly romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t mastrubate often but when she does at least one article of clothing that belongs to you will go missing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has an oral kink, don’t ask me why I think this, I don’t know either

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, and occasionally the kitchen counter or any other similar area.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It varies wildly from situation to situation, but a good bet is to just put something like a popsicle or something of a similar shape in her mouth while your controlling it, that’ll rev her engine quick.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could hurt either of you, aside from that she’s good with most things

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers giving oral due to her Oral Kink but to start out with she has no Idea what she’s doing.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time she prefers it to go slow but If you get her jealous you're going to need a new bed and a new pelvis.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesn’t mind them usually but if she’s giving you a quickie it means she’s ticked off but to horny to not have sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s perfectly fine with taking risks as long as there is a safety net of some sort

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She doesn’t usually go for more then five but if she’s in the mood she’ll go until not responsive or when she runs outta juice whichever comes first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has one or two but they’re mostly for you to use on her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a brat and a prankster, enough said.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Anastasia is a pretty loud little lady, moans, screams, whines the whole shebang.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Her bratty atitude in bed can be absolutely destroyed if you give her any sort of anal stimulation but she thinks that’s cheating.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Silk lingerie or nothing, she’s a princess and she will be treated as such!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, sex probably hppens twice a week, maybe three times if she’s especially hot and bothered.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is something that will vary from night to night if it’s a long night she’s pretty much out as soon as she’s halfway cleaned herself up, if it’s a short night she’ll be the small spoon while the two of you talk then drift to sleep.

[honeymochibubbletea]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii >:3

How are you? :]

I wanted to ask if u could do a fanfic of Charlie being completely exhausted from everything. like- her keeping her hero reputation up, the hero choices, tasks and etc, to the point she doesn't get enough sleep, doesn't eat drink enough and it all comes to the point where phantasmo got kinda concerned... But only a little ofc-

Like-

😭 I'm so lazy to draw- so a little doodle should help- lol

Ohayoooo I am well at the moment, yes thank you :3

And yes buddy! One fanfic coming right up! :D

“When your favorite (beloathed) hero is too stubborn to sleep…”

Phantasmo started questioning why the last few days have been so calmly quiet around Telltown…

He decided to pay Charlie a visit. When he arrived at his arch nemesis’s home, he veryyy “”politely”” kicked the front door down and started searching for Charlie:

When he went to the heroine’s room, he saw her tied up on her bed and Carter giving her a sermon:

Carter: and that’s why- *turns around* GYYYYAAAAAHHHH!! PHANTASMO! STOP COMING TO OUR HOUSE LIKE AN APPARI… oh, sorry for that…

Phantasmo: nah, i don’t get easily offended by this type of thing… but why is your sister tied to her bed?

Charlie: BECAUSE CARTER INSISTS THAT I NEED SLEEP! I AM SLEEPING JUST FINE! THIS IS BEYOND RIDICULOUS!

Phantasmo: stop shouting woman! Jesus…

Carter: no! You AREN’T! You’ve been saving everyone and work yourself way too hard on your workouts! You. Need. SLEEP!

Charlie: Bulllshiiii… z z z…

Carter: *sigh* oh Charlie… what am i going to do with you…?

Phantasmo: . . .she’s having broken sleep, not eating well enough and not drinking enough water… am i right?

Carter: yeah… sometimes the townsfolk expect way too much from us… but mostly Charlie…

Phantasmo: . . .say no more, i am going to kidnap your sister and make sure people won’t pester her.

Carter: o-oh…! Thank- wait… kidnap?

*phantasmo cuts the ropes and starts dragging Charlie to his mansion*

Carter: H-hey…! How can i be sure you won’t hurt my sister like you-

Phantasmo: oh shush, i am just going to keep her locked up in a cabin on my lab to keep the dumbsfolk from nagging her… *whispering to himself:* maybe 3 or 4…

Carter: 3 or 4 what?

Phantasmo: …

Carter: i heard that, 3 or 4 what.

*Phantasmo keeps slowly dragging Charlie while she murmurs quietly*

Carter: hey, you could at least carry her like the lady she is.

Phantasmo: nah. She’s fine being dragged like this.

When Phantasmo finally brought Charlie to his mansion, he laid her down on his bed and went to the kitchen to make some noodle soup to his “favorite” heroine.

Charlie: uuurghhh… can’t you make those dinosaurs shaped chicken nuggets? Or a burger with fries?

Phantasmo: no.

Charlie: you’re a bummer.

Phantasmo: and you are annoying, spoiled and sound like a child instead of a woman on her 20’s

Charlie: says the guy who has a literally mansion and loads of money since birth.

Phantasmo: …i may have been born on a privileged household but, the money i made was from honest work and sweat. When i turned 17, i moved out of my parents house and became rich with my inventions.

Charlie: uhhuh, sureeee… “honest work and sweat”… are we talking about the same person or ghost here?

Phantasmo: . . .fuck you.

Charlie: it’s funny how you always tell me that when I’m right~ :p

Phantasmo: you literally aren’t though.

Charlie: i am~

Phantasmo: no, no you’re aren’t.

Charlie: *smiles smugly* yes i-!

Phantasmo: *shoves hot noodle soup into Charlie’s mouth with a spoon* shut and eat.

Charlie: AAAHHHH HOT, HOT, HOOOOOT!!!

Phantasmo: heh~

[miradelletarot]

Thank you @waterdeepwhiskey for the tag!!

I tag @tavyliasin @morb-untamed @ex-textura and else who wants to join the fun! (so deeply sorry if you already did this though. Hard to keep up with who does these things anymore lol).

BASICS

Full name: Sagora Crefort (well, she's Sagora Dekarios now hehe).

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight (but she's definitely explored other options a bit in her youth).

Background: Outlander

Class: Circle of the Moon Druid

OTHER

Birthplace: A small, matriarchal family grove about a tenday outside of Baldur's Gate

Profession: She was *supposed* to be First Druid of her grove after her mother died, but the ilithids took her first.

Phobias: Spiders. She HATES spiders. So much so, that she refuses to use her spider form unless she TRULY needs to use it.

Guilty pleasures: She mayyy or may not enjoy that Waterdhavian Whiskey Gale mentioned once a bit too much, and when she's good and tipsy she channels her inner stripper dancer. (This totally didn't happen in camp that one time when all they had for dinner was a bunch of alcohol.)

Hobbies: meditation, yoga (or whatever the Faerun version of that would be lol)

MORALS

Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: b/c of her past, she's got a lot of trust issues, and that tends to make her very cold towards ppl she doesn't care about. She also has a tendency to say what's on her heart a bit too bluntly if (again, someone she really cares about) is doing something stupid in her perspective (example: Gale feeling like he has to do what Mystra says about using the orb). She had some VERY BIG FEELINGS about that, and wasn't shy about it either. She also wasn't very nice. When she gets that angry she enters into the "act first, and apologize later" territory.

Virtues: Trying to live up to the standards of First Druid that her mother would have been proud of. She's also extremely thoughtful, and tries to do whatever she can to make those around her feel happy and safe as much as she possibly can. Her and Astarion didn't get along very well at first for that reason, but when she promised to help him with Cazador (and delivered on that promise,) he had a lot more respect and appreciation for her, and her desire to help those around her.

THIS OR THAT

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Sagora/Gale (Vineweave!) <3

Acceptable Ships: Gale has her heart. No one else compares.

OT3: None. While Sagora is a half-elf (and rather accustomed to these sorts of relationships,) she respects Gale's monogamous preferences. She loves him so deeply that she would never want to disrespect his boundaries, and thus, the only one she will ever need/want/desire is him. =>

Brotp: Sagora and Karlach. K bae is her ride or die. Hands down!

Notp: Anything Mystra. Fuck that wish.com Barbie ass bitch!

BACKSTORY

The daughter of a Baldurian Merchant, and next in line to be First Druid in her family's grove, Sagora endured the separation of her family when her father was threatened by The Guild - with her, her sister, and mother as the targets. Sagora's strong-willed personality brought her defiantly back to Baldur's Gate to be with her father when she was violently assaulted. The attack left her unconscious for over a tenday, waking up back in her grove with orders to never return to Baldur's Gate. When her mother died, she set out to return to her childhood home to send word to her father when she was captured by the ilithids. Now, her task is to survive not only for the sake of the Sword Coast, but to return to her family's grove, and take her rightful place as the new First Druid.

...Or will she? my fic series was meant as not just a Gale x Sagora romance, but as a means to share/write out her backstory! You can read it here!

[senseisy]

The Submissive Dog Always Loyal To Her Mistress

Dance : "Mmh... I feel so tired... why..? I hear someone walking... Raah what is this dream seriously..?! Damn why I feel like my body is hurting..??!! I'm too tired, too much tired...!!!"

Shibuya : Open your eyes, Dance !!

Dance : "Sounds like I'm not dreaming... should I speak maybe ?"

Shibuya : Ho wake up you damn bitch !!!!! (throwing a bucket of water on her) You goddamn shit !!!!!! (Throwing the empty bucket on her face)

Dance : WAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!!!! S..Shibuya-san ???!!! Why..EH ????!!!! (looking at herself, noticing she was totally naked, tied up against a wall in Shibuya's living room) W-WHAT IS THIS ?????

Shibuya was all in black, wearing a bra, sexy thong, a harness and thigh high boots. All of this with her fuckin sexiest makeup and her nails perfectly done. Godness.

Shibuya : (smiling) I can play fully with you.... (getting close to her face, whispering) slave.

Dance : (blushing, heart racing, thinking) "OMGGG she called me, I'm so weeet !!!!! Shibuya-saaaan..!!!!!" P-Play with me, r-really ???

Shibuya : Shut up idiot !!! (whispering) I'm the one who's talking here, you're my little shitty slave so know your position... got it....? (Biting Dance's lip)

Dance : Y..Yes, Shibuya-san !!!! AHH..!!!

Shibuya : (who covered Dance's mouth, smiling) That's my girl.... You're a good slave.... (still covering her mouth, pinching her nipples)

Dance : AIIE..!!!!

Shibuya : (slapping her butt) You like it huh...? (Spat on her face) Bitch !!

Dance : (jumping) OHH..!!!! P..Please..!!! Shibuya-san..!!

Shibuya : MISTRESS !!!!!

Dance : S-SORRY..!!! Mistress, please !!!!

Shibuya : You gonna cum for me bitch ???!!! (Putting brutally 2 fingers inside Dance's vagina)

Dance : (panting) Y..YES MISTRESS..!!!! I wanna cum..!!!!

Shibuya : (thrusting her fastly) Louder !!!!!! Lazy shit !!!!!

Dance : (hardly holding back, eyes closed) I... I..!!! AAHHH..!!!!

Shibuya : (smiling) Your pussy is so wet you little bitch !!! (Slapping her while thrusting her) You're about to cum huh ???!!!

Dance : Sh..Shibuya-saan..!!!

Shibuya : (thrusting her faster) Who's the Queen ????!!!! WHO'S THE QUEEN HERE GODDAMMIT ????!!!!

Dance : It's... AAHHH..!!!! It's... you...

Shibuya : I can't hear you !!!! Repeat !!!!! HURRY !!!!!!

Dance : It's you... Shibuya-san..!!!!! AAAAHHHHH !!!!! You're the Queen..!!! (Feeling Shibuya's fingers giving more sttuterings) You're... the... Queen... OOOOOOOHHHHHHH !!!!!!!! YES..!!!!!! OOHHH YES !!!!!!!! (Jumping all along) YES..!!!!!! AAHHH !!!!! AAHHH !!!!!! AAAHHHH !!!!!!! MISTRESS !!!!!!!!! (Giving a powerful orgasm) SHIBUYA-SAAAAAAN..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (putting 2 fingers into Dance's mouth with the other hand) Suck bitch !!!!!!!!! (Sticking her fingers deeper)

Dance : (agonizing of pleasure, cumming a lot) MMMMM..!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (smiled) That's my dog !!! Go on !!!! Cum for your Mistress !!!!!!

Dance tried to give it all, drained, but stopped. Which made Shibuya furious, not feeling satisfied enough as it was too short.

Shibuya : Ho that's all you got ????!!!! Keep going you piece of shit !!!!!!!!! You hear ??????!!!!!! (Slapping hard her butt) Don't stop dammit !!!!!!!!!!

Dance : AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : Good shit, you're a good shit huh ????!!!!

Dance was shaking, out of breath. Shibuya kissed her before untiying her. She put a leash on her collar.

Shibuya : Get on all fours !!! Obey, dog !!!!

Dance : (playing the dog, as Shibuya was walking her) WOF !!!! WOF WOF !!!!!

Shibuya : That's good. (Holding a sex toy, showing it to her) Lick it !!

Dance executed, while looking at Shibuya full of desire.

Shibuya : (throwing the sextoy away) Go get it.

Dance quickly ran, rushing to the toy and bringing it back to her master, happy, barking.

Dance : WOF !!!!

Shibuya : Too slow. Again ! (Throwing far away the toy)

Dance : (bringing fastly the toy to her Mistress again, excited) WOF WOF !!!!!

Shibuya : More, more in heat like a good damn bitch !!!!!!! (Throwing the toy again)

She did it 3 times more, Dance sweating hard, drooling like a sexual beast, moaning. The girl was exhausted with everything Shibuya did to her earlier, that her heart couldn't take it, but she was cumming a lot. So in heat !

Dance : (breathing hard, too much exhausted, looking at Shibuya with a sad but cute puppy face, trying to make her understand that she was almost at the end of her life with all the sexual session) Woooof..!! (Barking sadly) Woooooof !!!! Woowwooooooof !!!!!!!!! (She fell, poor girl)

Shibuya : (taking her ball crop) That's a good dog. Be on all fours, turn around !!! Ass up !!!!

Dance obeyed. She felt Shibuya hitting hard her ass 3 times with the sextoy before feeling it inside, Shibuya thrusting her with it.

Dance : AAAHHHH..AAAAAHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : Shut up !!!!!!!!!! Shake your ass !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Faster !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dance went back and forth, as fast as she could, panting, her ass getting wet, keeping her chins up while Shibuya was pulling on her leash. She moaned louder. Her nipples shot up, giving a whole erotic scene as Dance was hitting climax all along the smacks.

Shibuya : That's it, good girl ! I fuck you how I want you dog !! (Smacking hard Dance's ass with her ball crop, pulling hard on her leash) You hear ???!!!

Dance : (eyes closed) YESS..!!!!! OOOHHHH !!!!!!!!

Shibuya : I rape you where I want and when I want, bitch !!!!!!!!

Dance : YEEESS !!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : You must be prepared everytime while you're begging for help !!!!!!!!!

Dance : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : You're prisoner slave !!!!!!!!!!

Dance : YEEEEESSSS !!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dance continuously screamed to the 100 hard strokes Shibuya gave her, her screams of pain and pleasure resonating to the outside.

Shibuya : (kicking her ass !) Piece of shit !!!!!!!!!!!

Dance : (crying, in pain) Shibuya-saan..!!!!!!!! Please !!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (kicking her relentlessly) You damn fuck !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dance : Pleeeaaaaase !!!!!!!!!!!!! (She enjoyed it though it was extremely painful as she was bleeding a bit, her ass was so sore and so red)

Shibuya : Look at all those good bruises all over your body.... isn't it beautiful ?

Dance : Yes Mistress, I like it..!!!!! (Shibuya grabbed her ass, spitting in it) AAHHH !!!!!!

Shibuya : What ????!!!! What's the fuck you like exactly !!!!!!!!

Dance : (tears running down her cheeks) I like when you're torturing me..!!! I like when you beat me up so bad..!!!! I... I...

Shibuya : (masturbating) Damn bitch stop arousing me here.... I'm gonna fuck you in the streets in front of everybody !!!

Dance : NO..!!!!

Shibuya pushed her down, Dance falling at the Rappappa girl feet, having a nice view of Shibuya's pussy, as this one had her hand holding her crop and the other hand on her hip. The Dom Queen's pose with her fetish boots, getting Dance so turned on ! The sub girl was dying of desire and excitement as the Queen was staring at her sexually with domina eyes and hair loose. So sex ! Dance was begging silently in her head to get hurt so bad. "Hurt mee Shibuya-san, hurt me pleaaaase !!!" She was dying for it, the more violence the better !

She was used to that sexual abuse, she had no choice but to accept Shibuya's violence towards her. That's how it's always been, a relationship full of violence, torture. Getting beaten up all the time in and out of sexual context, it was hard to bear as she cried and bled many times, leaving scars on her body. But she loved her so much and knew that it was Shibuya's love, and that the Queen would never leave her neither kill her. She was her sub, Shibuya was the dom and that was it. So as long as their intense Mistress/Slave relationship made her happy, satisfying Shibuya, it was enough for her.

Shibuya suddenly pulled down her thong a bit, pissing on her slave's face.

Dance : (surprised, closing her eyes) AAAAAAHHHHHHH..!!!!!!!!!! (Swallowing the drops of piss on her face)

Shibuya : Clean your mistress !

Dance : (breathing hard, pulling down completely Shibuya's thong, using her tongue on her pussy) Mmm..!!!

Shibuya : (closing brieftly her eyes) Aaahhhh !!! (pulling hard Dance's head against her pussy) Lick well...! Oooohhhhh, aaahhhh yess..!!! Like that, like that...!!

Dance was struggling to breathe but kept going !

Shibuya : (smiling) Such a perfect slave.... Time to eat my breakfast... stand up !!!

Dance : (hesitating a bit) Y..Yes !!

Shibuya : HURRY DAMMIT !!!!!!!!!! Spread your fuckin legs, hands behind your back, and don't fuckin move !!!!

Dance : (executing) Yes, Shibuya-san !!!

Shibuya grabbed a milk bottle, pouring milk on her.

Dance : AAH..!!!! IT'S COLD !!!!!!

Shibuya : HAH ???!!! OF COURSE IT'S COLD YOU FUCKIN IDIOT !!!!!!!! UNLESS YOU PREFER BOILING WATER ??????!!!!!!

Dance : NO NO NO !!!!! I'M SORRY !!!!

Shibuya : (licking up the milk on Dance's neck) Mmm.... love it.... (then going for her shoulders, ears)

Dance : (in extase) Oohhh Shibuya-saan..!!

Shibuya : (going back to her neck, gropping her boobs) Even them, they're wet (smiling, licking her boobs).... They need to be fed.... (sucking her nipples) mmm.... (licking) like this....

Dance : (blushed, panting) Shibuya-san, pleaseee..!!! Aaahhhh !!!!!

Shibuya : But what interests me is down there.... (going down, sucking hard Dance's pussy)

Dance : (enjoying the moment, sweating, face so red) Shiiibuyaa-saaaaaaannn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : OY DON'T LOOK AT ME IDIOT !!!!!!!!!

Dance : I'm sorry..!! (a bit disappointed) I just want our eyes meet each other for a bit..!

Shibuya : NO !!!!!!!!!!!!! GODDAMMIT YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF !!!!!!!! Who decides here ????!!!! You're a slave, you just do what I'm telling you piece of shit !!!!!!! What are you ????!!!!

Dance : Your loyal dog !!!!!

Shibuya : (smiling) Better. (eating her out, torturing her clit)

Dance : Oooooohhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My goooddd !!!!!!!!!

But Shibuya stopped, Dance feeling frustrated.

Shibuya : Remember I don't give you privileges. Let's take a bath ! (Pulling on her leash) If you're nice maybe I'll give you more later !

Dance : (happy) YES !!!!! Thank you Mistress !!!! (Following her to the bathroom walking like a dog) WOF !!!!!!

Shibuya : (getting the bath ready) Get in.

Dance : Yes ! (Executing)

Shibuya : (getting in too) Turn around. (Suddenly grabbing her from behind)

Dance : AAAAHH !!!!!!!

Shibuya : (giving a quick slap on her butt, smiling) Nothing more arousing than a slave who's agitating.... (kissing her vigorously)

Dance : (surprised but returning the kiss passionately) Shibuya-san....

Shibuya : (whispering) You're having a good time...? (Kissing, caressing her)

Dance : (smiling) Yes...! I love you Shibuya-san !!

Shibuya : (too much pride for saying I love you of course, no way ! Not the style) Yeah... (a bit embarrassed)

Dance smiled, knowing very well the Rappappa Queen's personality. Still, she was decided to make her say it somehow.

Dance : Shibuya-san... should we go to karaoke ???

Shibuya : Karaoke ??!! To do what, singing shit no thanks !!

Dance : (laughing) We can sing love songs !!!

What a perfect plan to make her Mistress confess her feelings, Dance was smiling inside her head, hoping to trick Shibuya.

Shibuya : (embarrassed, playing nervously with water without looking at Dance) L..Love songs..! The fuck is that... Girl you wanna get into AKB48 or what ??!!

Dance : (teasing her) Are you ashamed to tell me about your feelings...?

Shibuya : (throwing water on her) N..No at all idiot !!!

She didn't want Dance trying to make fun of her as a Queen, again : she got pride you know !

Shibuya : (sighed) Fine... let's go there. (She absolutely didn't want Dance taking over the situation, it was important to get things under control)

Dance : (so happy !) Thank you Shibuya-san !!!!!! (Embracing her hard)

Shibuya : Hey..!!!! You're choking me..!!!!! Well, finally let's not !!!

Dance : (disappointed) WHAT ???? But Shibuya-san !!!!

Shibuya : We can do karaoke here, why do we need to go in a public place with jerks all around ?!

The truth was that she didn't want anyone she knows seeing her and Dance together, holding hands and such. The Rappappas would make fun of her ! Not mentionning her exes... Being seen dating a baby, how shameful it'd be !

Dance : Because it'd be fun !!!! (Big smile) Maybe we could meet VIPs there !!! (jumping around, dancing)

Shibuya : Girl what the fuck you gonna turn into a fucking idol or what ???!!! Stop that shit !!!!

Dance : (definitely not getting it) Why you don't wanna go ??

Shibuya : Next time, next time we'll go okay ?! If you start shaking your body like that in front of everyone they'll all start devouring you !! We're not playing at a fucking circus, I have a reputation to maintain !!!

Dance : (laughing) Shibuya-san, you're jealous right ??

Shibuya : I just care about you, that's all. I've got pride !!

Dance : (smiled) You're so sweeeet !!! (kissing her)

Shibuya-san : (blushing a bit) Hey move !!! (Pushing her back) Okay, let's do karaoke comfortably here... dry off (kissing her, removed her leash). (both got out of the bath)

Dance : Shibuya-san, you're the best Mistress in the whole planet !!

Shibuya : Yeah, love ya... AH..!!!

Dance : Did you just say that you love me ????

Shibuya : (so embarrassed !) No... I-I didn't say anything goddammit ho !!!!! Leave me the fuck alone !!!!!! Look away !!!!!!

Dance : EEEEHH ????? Why ???? There's nothing to be ashamed of !! I'm so happy !!!!! (Jumping around like crazy) You finally said it !!!!!! (singing like a kid) You-love-meee !!! You-love-meee !!! Youuuu looooove meeeeeeeeeee !!!!!!!!

Shibuya : SHUT UP IDIOT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Hitting her brutally)

Dance : (fell on the floor, her nose bleeding) KYAAAAAAAAHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shibuya : Keep it down dammit !!!!!! I don't want people hearing us !!!!!

Dance : (so happy to have a bloody nose, been waiting for that moment, arousing her so much !) I'm soo happyyyyy..!!!! I'm so weeeeeett !!!!!!!!

Shibuya : (laughed) You love violence... anything makes you wet. That's why you're my fav sub !

Dance : (laughing like an idiot) Because I like my Mistress !! You're having such an effect on me Shibuya-san !!!

Shibuya : (smiled) Yeah, you're my loyal dog. Anyway, get up let's sing some fuckin songs now ! Get the mics !

Dance : (so happy !) YES, SHIBUYA-SAN !!!!!!

Few secs later, the 2 were singing (not love songs) happily, dancing doing chorégraphies, on all types of music, having so much fun together. As they were laughing, Dance was so happy to see Shibuya letting herself go like that with her, this giving a rare portrait of the Queen. Shibuya cracked such a smile that Dance instantaneously threw herself into the Queen's arms, surprising this one who just pat her head, smiling proudly.

Dance suddenly fell asleep. Shibuya sighed, deciding to carry her to the sofa in her room. The girl was so light, that she could easily throw her anywhere. Once she put Dance in (this one sleeping soundly), she just spread a little bit the girl's legs, admiring her pussy that was still full of juices. Shibuya smiled, put her hand on Dance's pussy for 4 secs, feeling that the girl's vagina was still hot, and left the room, satisfied.

You better sleep well bitch.

FIN.

Hey guys ! After 4 long fuckin years, I'm happy to come back here ! It felt so long, it's been so much time since, that even by saying this now this is weird. I really missed writing, I really missed you guys, you've been waiting for something. You all were in my mind the whole time. A new era since all the covid shit.

I feel like coming back from another planet. It was a bit unexpected because I didn't plan to bring some stuff now. And this is what is beautiful with life, it's when you don't expect anything, don't think of anything that unexpectedly things hit right at your face.

Originally, if I put the context back a bit with the last stuff, I had planned to come with one of your fav couple guys ;) . I had 20 drafts in stock... but honestly I don't feel like bringing them to life. I'll just go with the feeling. I'll see what happens because it's a lot of energy, but the sensations are back, feeling all of that dose of pleasure is just freaking great. About this story, I had promised years ago to bring something for Shibuya and Dance's fans, so I really wanted to gift them nicely. It's finally done ! I hope you'll all enjoy it. Except those who are not into this style or just don't like fics that's alright, you can pass. Gonna upload next door, it's been dusty I guess. Thank you for your patience and thank you so much for reading guys ! Love you.

[0kamikamisama]

Ladybug week!// Vacation

[mjulmjul]

introducing old school team free will

[deus-ex-mona]

i think i’m too ✨technologically illiterate✨ to typeset manga h e l p—

[forever-rogue]

I’ll Watch Your Life in Pictures

AN | I don’t know why I’m like this, why I like pain. But here we are. This hurts, it does, but ya know, it was calling to me. Apologies in advance :’)

Warnings | Language, Death

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

Can be read as a prequel to this!

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“Hi Dustin! Is Eddie here?” your face felt like it was going to break in half. Getting to see your boyfriend after two weeks with no communication felt better than you could have ever imagined. You still couldn’t believe your family just had to go camping in the middle of podunk nowhere with no access to the outside world. Dustin’s eyes quickly grew glossy, his lip trembling with effort as he tried to say something, anything. Your smile faltered slightly, “Dustin? Where’s Eddie?”

“I-I-I’m so sorry.”

“What?” you shook your head in amusement, confused by his response, “he wasn’t at home and Wayne was gone too. The place was all closed up and no one answered the phone. I figured he would be with you guys.”

“H-he’s not…” tears were running down his cheeks as his body trembled. You looked behind him and spied Lucas and Erica on the couch, flanked by Steve, Robin, and Nancy. Their faces were emotionless masks, causing your heart to drop into your stomach. You’d never once known Steve or Robin to be so quiet, but neither of them said a word.

“Where’s Eddie?” your eyes were stinging with tears as your heart started to pound in your chest. Something was wrong, so very wrong, “Dustin, where is Eddie? Where is he?”

“I’m so sorry,” was all he managed to choke out before he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your chest as he cried, his grip so tight it almost crushed you, “so, so sorry.”

“You’re joking, right?” you were crying now, the faces of your friends blurred by the tears, “this is a stupid joke right…Eddie’s just playing a joke. Where is he? P-please. Tell me where he is.”

You startled when you felt a warm, strong hand squeeze your shoulder. You looked up to find Steve looking at you with a hard expression on his face, mouth drawn into a thin line before spoke, “Eddie’s not here, sweetheart. He’s…he’s gone.”

“Gone where?” it was a last ditch attempt to ignore the pain that was already setting in, “Steve?”

“Come in,” he whispered gently, “we need to talk.”

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You could feel his eyes on you, following you across his room as you got ready for school. He should have been doing the same thing, but he was too entranced by you, watching every little move with reverence.

“What’cha staring at, lover boy?” you peeked over your shoulder to find him smiling at you, his smile and eyes ridiculously soft. He held out a hand to you and motioned for you to get back into bed with him. You didn’t have the heart to tell him no, quickly deciding that being a few minutes late for school was worth getting to spend more time cuddled up with him. 

“Just you,” he pulled you into his lap, his hands easily settling on your hips, large and warm on your soft skin, “the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Stop,” you were grinning, biting your lip as your face flushed with warmth. Eddie was a lot of things, including one of the most gentle and sweetest people you’d ever met, “you’ve already got me.”

“And?” he raised an eyebrow as his eyes sparkled with a mischievous little twinkle, “doesn’t mean you’re not the prettiest girl in the world. Both can be true. I love you.”

“I love you,” you kissed him, pressing your lips against his in a slow and lazy manner, neither of you in a hurry or wanting to part. When he’d kissed you breathless, you took his face in your hands and gently stroked his cheek. A tinge of pink rose up in his cheeks, highlighting his faint freckles, “we still have to get to school though. Don’t think I don’t see through your little plan, Munson.”

“I would never do such a thing as try to keep you from school,” he clutched at his heart and pretended to be hurt, which only caused you to giggle, “besides, this is my year, baby. All thanks to you.”

“It’s not thanks to me,” you insisted with a poke to his chest, “it’s all thanks to you, Eddie Munson. You’re the one that’s done everything to get you to where you’re at. This is your year, and I’m glad to be right by your side.”

“I must have gotten you fooled,” he ghosted his fingers along your jaw, before his settled his hand on the side of your neck, the metal of his rings cool against your skin, “how you’d agree to go out with the town freak, drug dealer, and fuck up, huh?”

“Stop,” you put a finger to his lips to keep from making any further disparaging comments about himself, even if they were just a joke, “you are anything but a freak - you’re such a dorky, nerdy little metalhead - and you are not a fuck up. You are so smart and wonderful and so many other things. Besides, look at you, you look like a soft little puppy, how could anyone ever think you’d be the leader of a cult?”

“You think I’m a soft little puppy, huh?” he quickly flipped you over so you were on your back underneath him. He looked down at you before pressing a few sloppy, wet kisses to your neck, “is that really what you think?”

“Eddie!” you were squirming and laughing now as he tickled you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he bit at the delicate skin, soothing the marks with kisses, “you’re playing dirty!”

“I thought you liked that,” he paused and looked up at you with a big pout on his face, which only made you leaned up to kiss him a few more times, “baby.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” you whispered softly, “this is your year.”

“Our year, pretty girl,” he agreed with another kiss, “I love you.”

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You could hear that Steve and Dustin were speaking to you, but their voices sounded muffled and seemed so far away. It’s like your body instantly went into fight or flight mode as soon as they’d confirmed your worst fears, opting to create a bubble around you. 

They told you everything, from Chrissy’s death to Max to Vecna and El and everything that happened in California and Russia and the upside down. It all seemed like a crazy fever dream. You wished it had been. You wished none of the shit that you had been through ever happened. You’d been gone for two weeks and your entire world had fallen apart without you even knowing. All because no one could get a hold of you. If you had been with them...things could have been so different.

You heard Dustin whisper your name as he gently shook your shoulder. You snapped back into reality, not having realized that tears had been streaming down your face, soaking into the fabric of your - Eddie’s - shirt and onto your jeans. 

“He wanted you to have this,” he held out his hand to you, displaying the neck that Eddie had always worn. Seeing it there, in the palm of the young boy’s hand, served as another reminder that he wasn’t here. He was never coming back. Your lips trembled as you took the chain from him, thumbing over the pick that had your initials carved into it before putting it on, “he was a hero, you know. H-he died to save everyone else.”

You couldn’t help the ugly sob that escaped your lips as Steve pulled in for a hug, letting you bury your face in his chest as he gently rubbed your back. It would do nothing to ease the pain, the horrible, burning, unfair pain of Eddie’s death, but he hoped it would at least remind you that they were all there for you.

“I d-didn’t even get to say goodbye,” you cried, your voice cracking and hoarse, “it’s all my fault. It’s all my fault, Steve. This never would have happened if it wasn’t for me.”

“Don’t say that,” he whispered as he squeezed his own eyes shut, his heart breaking even further, “none of it was your fault. If you had been here, he would have followed you. You couldn’t ever have stopped him.”

“It’s my fault,” you insisted, “because I started dating him. Because I was so stupid and selfish and dragged him into my life - into our lives. If I hadn’t, he would still be alive. He’d be okay and none of this would have ever happened. He’d be here…and now he’s just…gone.”

“Don’t,” Steve pulled back and took your face in his hands, attempting to wipe some of the tears away. It was in vain as fresh ones continued to well up, “don’t ever say that. You loved him and he loved you, t-that’s what life is about. You can’t say you never should have loved him and created your life with him in it because of this. He would have done anything for you and if you’d been here, you would have too. It’s not fair, it’s not fucking fair at all, but please…don’t ever say that.”

“Steve,” you looked at him, and he nodded softly in understanding, tears now running down his own face, “I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I couldn’t even be there for him.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing you weren’t there,” despite his attempts, he knew that nothing was going to make it better right now, “you didn’t have to see…the last memory you have of him is a good one. Just hold onto that.” 

“What am I going to do without him?” the idea that you would have to face a life without him, that he was no longer part of your future made everything even worse, “how am I supposed to spend the rest of my life without him? How?”

“I wish I had the answer,” he let out a shaky breath, “I wish I knew. Eventually we will. Right now…I don’t know. But we have each other - all of us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, reached over and pulling Dustin into a hug, “at least we’re all one fucked up family together.”

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“You’re going to have a great time,” Eddie was lying in your bed, hands tucked behind his head as you walked around the room, trying to get everything together for your camping trip, “it’s gonna go by fast and then you’ll be right back here with me, baby.”

“I hate camping.”

“It won’t be so bad.”

“It’ll be in the middle of nowhere.”

“It’ll be a break from everything.”

“I won’t be able to talk to you while I’m gone.”

“I know, and that fucking sucks,” he agreed with a light sigh, “but it’ll just make it that much sweeter when you get back.”

“I hate when you do that,” you tossed a few more shirts into your bag with a small huff.

“When I do what exactly?”

“When you’re being right - all logical and reasonable,” you pouted at him, which just caused him to laugh as he jumped over to you. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder. You sighed softly as you leaned into him, putting a hand on top of his. This was probably - not probably, it was - your favorite spot in the world. In Eddie’s arms, “are you sure you can’t come, love?”

“Nah, I’ve got the little geeks to take care of,” he pressed a skin to your shoulder as your eyes fluttered closed, “gotta a few big deals to take care of too - then we’ll have plenty of money to take a trip after graduation. Besides, it’s a family thing, so…you’ll do some bonding with your family.”

“You know they wouldn’t care if you came.”

“You love me that much, huh?” he teased as you playfully groaned, “can’t even stand to be away for two weeks?”

“Ugh no,” you turned around in his arms so you were facing him, “if it was a choice, I would never be away from you.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a small huff of laughter, “me neither. But it’ll be okay. Two weeks will go by in no time, and then you’ll come home and then we’ll have the weekend before we go back to school and I am not planning on letting you leave my bed once you get back.”

“You’re a real romantic, Munson.”

“Only for you, angel,” he leaned in and kissed you, attempting to pour every ounce of love that he had for you into it. You could feel it, wishing you never had to part from him, “you’re going to be alright, you know?”

“I know,” you buried your face in his chest and committed his scent to memory, “promise me you’ll be good when I’m gone? That you won’t get into trouble?”

“Relax,” he insisted gently, “everything’s going to be fine and no one’s getting into trouble. The wildest thing we’ll probably do is start a new d&d campaign.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky,” he grinned as he nudged his nose against yours, hooking one of his pinkies around yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

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“Here,” Robin shoved a granola bar in your face, causing you to give her a wary glance before shoving her hand away. She sighed lightly but set it in front of you, “you need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” your was monotone as it had been the last month. It didn’t sound anything like how it used to, so tired and lifeless. Just how you felt. 

“When’s the last time you ate?” she asked softly as you looked away and shrugged your shoulders. Your appetite had gone and you couldn’t be bothered to force anything down, “babe, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what, Robin? Mourning my boyfriend?” you snapped, immediately regretting it as you watched her face fall. You hadn’t meant to be so harsh; you knew she only meant well. You knew she loved you and cared about you, but it seemed like nothing mattered anymore. You grabbed your bag and headed out of the lunch room, leaving Robin and Nancy behind as they exchanged a forlorn look.

You all but ran outside in the fresh air, exhaling shakily as soon as all the noise and chatter was behind you. You still had a few classes left, but you didn’t care, you just…couldn’t be around all of that noise. It was too much, too loud, too…everything all at once. Instead you ducked into the small wooded grove, sitting down at the old, rickety picnic table. 

As soon as you did, a fresh wave of tears pearled up and rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t have the energy anymore to properly cry; it seemed like all you had been doing lately. Instead you stared straight ahead into the wood at nothing in particular. You felt so hollow, so empty, so…you couldn’t even explain it properly. The word sad wasn’t nearly strong enough to describe the aching feeling that refused to leave. A piece of your heart had died and it felt like it would never get better. How were you supposed to go through the rest of your life like this? With a gaping hole in your heart?

You weren’t even sure how long you had been sitting when you heard softly approaching footsteps. There was no need to bother checking who it was, you knew Steve’s tread so well.

“Hey,” he said softly as he sat down next to you, leaving just enough distance between your bodies. 

"Hey," you didn't bother looking at him and you knew he was going to force anything. The two of you sat in silence for some time, only moving when the sun started to slowly set. You allowed yourself a glance at him and found him studying you.

"You want to come to mine?" he asked softly as you nodded. You couldn't handle the thought of going home, to your bed that still seemed to smell like him no matter how many times you washed your bedding, to the dresser that was half filled with his clothes, to everything that served as a reminder of him. Of the fact that he was gone. 

"Yeah," you nodded, following suit as he stood up. He took your backpack and you followed him to his car in silence. 

The drive to his house was silent save for the upbeat pop music that was lightly playing on the radio. 

"Steve?"

"Hmm?"

"I-I don't want to always feel like this," you whispered, keeping your face turned towards the window, "it feels like it's never going to get better. Like I'm always going to have this big hole in my chest. It feels like I can't breathe. I want it to get better but I don't know if it ever will."

"It will," he reached over and put his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, "I swear it will."

"When?" you asked meekly, "when will it feel I'm not in this nightmare every single day? Everything reminds me of him, it feels like he's always there and it's not getting better."

"I don't know," he took your hand in his and held onto it tightly, "but I promise it won't always feel like this. It's always going to hurt, but it's not going to feel like this forever. He wouldn't want you to feel like this, to blame yourself-"

"He's dead," it was the first time you'd actually spoken those words out loud. It had always felt like if you never said them, then maybe he'd be okay. Maybe he'd still come back. But you knew it wouldn't, "Eddie's dead. So what does it matter what he would have thought?"

"I wish I could make it better,'" he swallowed the lump in his throat, "I wish I could. But I'm here for you and I'll always be here for you. We all are."

"I just miss him so fucking much," you whimpered, "so much. I wish I could…I-I wish I could get to hug him one last time. I wish I could tell him that I love him one last time. But I can't. And it hurts so much. Sometimes I swear I can still hear him, hear his laugh and I almost expect him to just walk in the room. I wish he’d come back and say this had all been a fucking joke, because then I could yell at him and I’d probably punch him, but it’d be better than this. Because then he would still be here. It hurts so much, Steve. So, so much.”

"I know," Steve couldn't bring himself to look at you, knowing he would break down too if he did, "I know."

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"Hello beautiful!" Eddie jumped out in front of you, causing you to almost jump in surprise. You could tell he was trying to keep from laughing, his shoulders shaking with effort. He kneeled down so he was face level with you, holding up a small bouquet of daisies to you.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" You couldn't even pretend to be mad as you took the flowers, clutching them lightly to your chest, "what are these for?"

"No reason," he was grinning from ear to ear, "I just wanted to get the prettiest girl - my girl - some flowers. And I happen to know daisies are your favorites so…here we are."

"Eddie," you put your hand on his neck and pulled him in so you could kiss him properly, "this is so sweet. I love you."

"I love you too," he kissed your forehead before shedding his jacket and standing back up, "wanna go for a swim?"

"I'm pretty content just soaking up the sun," you stuck out your tongue as you set the flowers in your water bottle to keep them fresh. You were at Lover's Lake, spending the warm day being lazy at the water. 

"Come on angel," he slowly started to take off his shirt and you tried not to oogle him too closely, even if he was your boyfriend, "don't want you to get too warm. Swimming will cool you down!"

"Alright, love," you pretended to give in - as if it really had been a question - and stood up, stripping off your own shirt. You could see his face light up at the sight of your exposed skin, "take a picture, it'll last longer!"

"I already have plenty of you," he winked suggestively as you grew warm. There were indeed many Polaroids of you that he had, including the special one that he kept in his wallet, "top off."

"What?"

"We're going skinny dipping," he was already kicking off his shoes and pulling jeans down his legs as you just laughed, "it'll be fun!"

"What if someone shows up?"

"They won't," he promised softly, "but if they do, I'll preserve your modesty. Your prince charming has you covered."

"Fine," you ripped off your top and the bottoms quickly followed. You grabbed his hand and started to pull him into the water, "come on!"

You were both laughing as you swam out in the cool water, dipping underneath the surface to wet yourselves.

"See," Eddie splashed some water at you, "I have good ideas!"

"Crazy ideas," you swam over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, "I love you, Eddie Munson."

"I love you, angel."

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It was a cold day today, rain had been falling intermittently but it didn't bother you. You hardly even noticed the rain. You hardly noticed anything anymore, as you continued to feel numb and empty.

You trekked out to the secluded little grove in the woods that Eddie had found years ago and never shared with anyone - until you came along. You were sitting on the ground, his flannel wrapped around you, a small pile of wildflowers at your feet. You'd gathered them along the way, and laid them down almost as an offering for him. 

You'd bought a book along in an attempt to read, but you couldn't get past more than a page or two at a time. You eventually gave up and sat in silence, hugging your knees to your chest. 

"I miss you so fucking much," you said aloud, unsure of what you were talking to, or who, horribly aware of the fact that you were alone. You sniffled and wiped away your tears, "I miss you so much, Eddie. Every single day."

When you were met with nothing but stillness, your heart started to ache more. What were you expecting? For him to just walk out to you? 

"I wish I could have been there for you," you sighed, "I wish I could have protected you. But I know you wouldn't have let me. You were always too good and selfless for that. I just…I wish there had been more time. There's so things we planned on doing, so many things I wanted to say, fuck, I wish I had said them when I had the chance. This was supposed to be our year, remember? And now you're not here and I don't know what to do. Everything feels so wrong without you, Eddie. When will it get better?”

You stretched out your legs and let out a long, heavy sigh, accompanied by tears that seemed to be endless these days. It was so still that it was almost unnerving. 

"I love you so much," you sobbed quietly, "I will always love you."

A small bit of breeze suddenly picked, swirling around some of the leaves around you. You watched them flutter away into the distance, wondering what had suddenly caused it when you heard a small sound near the tree. You jumped to your feet and quickly padded over to see what it was when you were met with a small but distinct little meow. 

You looked down and found a small, fluffy black kitten looking up at you. You looked around for another person or another cat but found nothing, no one. The kitten padded over to you, sitting at your feet and meowing again before purring loudly, almost as if it had been waiting for you.

You bent down to scratch its ears, and it quickly nuzzled into your hand. You let out a small, shaky laugh as you reached down to pick it up.

"H-hi," you said softly as it just purred at you, "what are you doing out here? You're so small, you shouldn't be all alone."

It watched you with inquisitive eyes as you brought him closer to your chest, "it'll be okay, little buddy. I'll keep you safe. I'll make sure you're protected, I promise, okay?"

The kitten meowed softly before climbing under the flannel and making itself comfortable against your chest. 

"Thank you," you weren't sure if you were talking to the kitten or whatever had brought it to you, "thank you."

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"You know how they always ask us what we want to be when we grow up?" you opened a sleepy eye and found Eddie watching you excitedly. You reached over and ran a hand through his unruly waves before touching his cheek. It was late now, and the two of you spent almost all evening in his bed just talking. Not that either of you minded.

"Mhmm," you gave him a small smile, "I used to want to be an archeologist."

"Of course you did," he was grinning from ear to ear, "my smart girl. I bet you can still be one. If you want to."

"I dunno," you shrugged lightly, "but as long as I'm with you, it'll be fine. What about you, love?"

"I was always going to be a rockstar," he gave you a cheeky little grin, "or…something. I think I'll figure it out one day. But - you know what they should be asking us?"

"Enlighten me, love."

"They should ask us stuff like…if we turned into an animal what would be? Or-or what type of flower we'd be, or our favorite dinosaurs or like…if we think star wars will still be around in like 30 years," he was animated, talking with his hands as you watched him in awe. This was the dork that had won over your heart. And it had been so easy to fall for him, so right, "those are the important questions!"

"Oh yeah, totally," you leaned over and kissed his cheek, "give me your answers then, love. Don't be shy."

"You first, angel," he reached over and pulled you on top of him, pausing for just a moment to kiss you.

"I think I'd like to be a dolphin, because then I could be in the ocean all the time," you started softly, "obviously I'd want to be a daisy, my favorite dinosaur is the brontosaurus 'cause they have the cool long necks. And yes, I think star wars will still be around but I think it's gonna be all corporate and overdone. Your turn!"

"Well, I think I'd like to be a cat - everyone loves a cute cat and then I could curl up on your lap all day and follow you around. Wildflowers, definitely, what's better than the flowers that nature just throws at us? I like the triceratops because they have built in armor and I agree with your assessment on star wars."

"A cat?" your lips curled into a smile as you looked down at him, "you'd make a very cute kitty. I'd bet you'd be all black and fluffy with a sweet little meow."

"I'd be whatever kind of cat that you like," you laughed at his silly answer before resting your head on chest and listening to the steady beating of his heart, "if you want a little black and fluffy cat, then that's what I would be."

"You're so silly, Eddie Munson," you pressed a kiss to his warm, soft skin, "but I love you."

"I love you," he wrapped his arms tightly around you, "you're stuck with me forever, just so you know, angel."

"Forever sounds perfect."