#hands and knees holy shit this was a treat

[arundolyn]

ohhhh my fucking god nobody needs to like know any of this medical tmi but it is literally 11 pm and if im kept up one minute longer when i just laid down trying to go to sleep by my mother YELLING REPEATEDLY that she needs to pee. im going to actually go insane. she got a catheter in. Yesterday. it is working. she won't listen to anyone when they tell her that this is the case. help me jesus. im sure if a nurse comes to check on her tomorrow they'll probably get the same response. my brain will simply explode

[clawsdevour]

hold the phone

wc: 0.8k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, osamu x reader, smut, osamu's on call with atsumu but also in you, mating press, not proof read

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osamu's large smoldering hands push behind your knees down closer to your chest, as if flattening you into a pancake. a mating press compacted under his large throbbing figure that reeked of lust the more osamu's cock shoves itself in and back out of your sopping cunt that yearned for more.

heaving moans being exchanged amidst the heat and built-up sexual tension in the air while the squelching sounds of your fluids combining rapidly grew louder by the second amongst your damp skin slapping against each other.

however, just when you felt him poke at your g-spot, a buzzing sound that vibrated in the sheets glowed a white screen under the thin fabric.

bzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzz..!

coming to a quick halt, slowing his strokes to become gradual and sensational pace as his rippling torso reaches to your side to check who's calling at this ungodly hour.

"should i pick up? it's my brother atsumu, ugh what does he want?" he groaned in exhaustion, showing you atsumu's contact ringing in the palm of his hand.

"yeah but make it quick 'samu.." you cooed out, eyebrows furrowed as his throbbing cock continued to leisurely move in and out of your overstimulated slick folds.

"m'kay," osamu's husky deep voice trailed along with a slight smirk creasing on the right corner of his mouth, a finger in the middle of his lips subtly signifying you to be quiet.

pressing the receive button with his large thumb, then the speaker icon. osamu's bringing his cell closer to his ear, placing it in the crook of his neck supported by his broad shoulder.

"y'er on speaker," averting his eyes back onto the holy sight under his muscular stature, returning a hand back under your knee with the other drawing tiny circles on your pulsating slippery clit.

"'samu..!" you discreetly squeaked out when you felt his fiery imprints on you.

osamu's looking down on you with his droopy sinful eyes, the plastered smirk on his lips spreading to the ends of his face when he started to slowly click his hips with yours, your hands finding their way to your face to block out any noise that'd soon escape from your lips.

"did my package get to y'er address by any chance? it said it was delivered, but i ain't see it at all," hearing his twin on the other side of the call.

"mm.. it might've. i can check after i'm done with what i'm doin'," a chillingly calm response to suppress his grunting.

"aight, just let me know if it came. i'll head over tomorrow mornin' to pick it up," listening to atsumu sigh before a shuffling noise, thinking he's about to hang up.

"soo.. 'samu, how's ya girl been?" questioning his twin with a playful tone, almost taunting him.

it's like that question made osamu harder. just the bare thought alone of watching you get stuffed full of him whilst having a conversation on the side ignited something in him. it just made osamu want to tease you even more.

"goin'– ...great" osamu visibly grunts, hoping the audio caught onto atsumu's end, "she's with me right now actually.. d'ya wanna say hi to her?"

eyes widening in shock as your jaw dropped when you hear osamu suggest that you say hi. making out a 'sure!' from the other end of the line, osamu's releasing his grip on the back of your knee to bring his phone closer to your mouth.

"h-hey..! how you been atsumu..!" you breathed out, trying to steady your heart that raced out of your chest despite osamu's thrusts starting to increase in speed.

"what's good, is 'samu treating ya like royalty?" atsumu joked, replying with a simple, "mhm–!"

shit. you just accidentally let a moan slip by on speaker. looking up at your boyfriend in a blazing red shade, he's got the biggest grin on his face from how flustered you are before taking the phone back.

"sorry 'tsumu, we're in the middle of something. pick it up in the mornin', yeah?" immediately coming to a close to finish what he started.

tossing his phone back into the tangled crinkled sheets, he's going at you with full force making you yelp out loud from the sudden change in pace.

osamu's hot face peppers your pink complexion with his gentlest kisses like a reward. moving down to press sloppy wet hickeys on your neck while you whimpered in pleasure.

"so that's why y'all was acting weird.." atsumu loudly gasped despite being muffled in with the sheets.

osamu forgot to press the end call button.

masterlist here

[bluetimeombre]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐨L 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢e

Deadpool and Wolverine but your lady pool and an absolute SLUT for Wolverine.

[this is a complete self insert with just everything I was thinking about during the movie and since then I’ve watched it three times. It gets better every time. Snippets of the movie, will probably do a part two. SPOILERS!]

part two

Warning/disclaimer: femreaderxwolverine, sexual content, sexual language, offensive language, just being a whore the man, cursing, repeat daddy issues, never proof-read.

After digging up Logan and expecting to find a shirtless and oiled-up Hugh Jackman, you were a little more than disappointed to find the bones and metal. 'Damn it! Shit! Fuck! They Les Mis'd him!'

Eventually, you settled down next to the remains, against the same log that had impaled him. 'That was weird,' you chuckled. 'I'm much calmer now. Look, I'm not a woman in stem but you seem incredibly dead to me. Oh, you sexy lump of bones and metal. I would have let you slide them into me any day.'

'But it's good to see you,' you pat his knee. 'I gotta be honest, I've always wanted to ride you, Logan. Oh, whoops, I meant with you. Ha! Who am I kidding, no I didn't. Just you and me, getting into it. And I mean into it. Every style. Doggy. Sixty-nine. On the kitchen counter to the bathroom. Till my back broke. Yea, we'd have been good together.' You ranted, fantasies flying across your mind too quick to focus on one.

With your red-gloved hand, you jerk the chin. 'G'day mate, there's nothing that'll bring me back to life faster than a big bag of Marvel cash. Ha- I hear you, Hugh. But no, no, no, no you had to go and get all noble and die for real. I could really use your help right now. And a massage. Your big manly hands just rubbing all over me-'

Just as you were about to go into further detail about what you want him to do to you, the sound of portals opening and heavy boots stomping closer alerted you.

Quickly, you pulled the skeleton down on top of you.

'There are two hundred and six bones in the body. Two hundred and seven if i'm watching Van Helsing.'

Que the fucking montage.

You have a mission. Find a Logan to take back with you. First up you end up in a bar, catching an axe as it was thrown at you. 'Logan! I'm gonna need you to come with me.'

The Logan sitting at the bar slowly turned to you. 'Who's asking? ' He slipped from the bar stool to reveal a 5'3 Logan.

You coo. 'Well, who's this little ankle biter. Did you stick the landing little guy? Yes you did, comic-accurate short king. Such a cute little Wolvie.'

The little guy started stalking toward you.

'Que the fucking montage.'

You found a Wolverine for the seventies, or eighties, something close enough to that, one hand missing. 'Oh yea, sexy, you have anchor being written all over you.'

You found patch Logan. 'Oh hello, Patch. Should've worn my white suit.'

You found another old man Logan, sitting solemnly on his front porch. 'Howdy! Oh, I see, you're the daddy issues one. Good to see god has answered my prayers. So soldier, do I need to be a bad girl so you put me over your knee, daddy?'

Another was tied to a cross with red bloody skulls acting as a floor.

One was dressed in a tight yellow and brown suit, walking through the woods. 'Hubba hubba. Classic! Now, you fought the Hulk in this suit, right?' as he snicked his claws out, the green of the beast reflected from behind you. 'I am Marvel Jesus you dull creature and I will not be-'

One, your favourite, was working on a bike in a tight white vest and dark pants. You drooled. 'That's the whole goddamn package right there. You know from behind you look a bit- holy Shit!' he turned, and everything about him was Wolverine. Except for the fact he was Henry fucking Cavil. 'The Cavalry has arrived. The prophecy has been fulfilled. Can I say, sir, sorry, daddy- on behalf of all of humanity, this just feels right! We will treat you so much better than those shit fucks down the street!'

He took the cigar from his mouth, stalking to you. You had never been so aroused in your life. 'You were just leaving'

Giggling and twirling your hair, you hold a hand out, ghosting over his chest. 'Can I just, one- one touch. Oh my god! You're like Superman or something.'

He punched you right into the Logan you needed. Thank you Cavil.

'You two gonna fuck or fight?' asked the bartender. 'Both if i'm lucky,' you said.'

'Oh look at those sexy little jammies, that only took twenty fucking years!'

The trash heap was the last place you wanted to end up, but when you woke to Logan looming over you, a snarl on his face, you sighed in relief.

'Well, hello sexiest man alive, 2008. Wanna give me a hand? Or head?'

He sniked his claws out.

'Kinky! That's new for Disney!'

He dug his claws into your ribs and dragged you up with them. 'Where the fuck are we?'

'I dunno, but it looks a bit mad maxxy to me. But that would be IP infringement right?'

'Fucking jokes,' Logan uttered. He threw you over his leg, your back breaking.

'Till my back breaks, Wolvie!' you yelled out, quickly rolling yourself back up and shaking it off. 'Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm a big fan. How about we strip off our suits, take a tumble in the sand, get to know one another you know. Personally, I'm more of a cowgirl fan but I'm willing to do whatever you want baby.'

'You're unbelievable,' he grumbled. It was still sexy. He turned his back to you.

'Oh, I see, is that what you did when your world went to shit!'

He paused, his head slowly turning to you. 'Say again, bub?'

'Oh, I am so horny right now.'

The two of you engaged in a fight, and not the sexy stradling fight that would happen later, but the guns firing, swords slashing kind of fight. that was only interrupted by a familiar voice.

The only other voice that could have you dropping your panties as quick as Wolverine. He was hooded, hidden, but you knew him from your sex dreams.

'Dear god almighty, it's him.'

'Who?' growled Logan.

'Don't be jealous baby, I have two holes for a reason. Don't worry gorgeous, you're gonna encounter some delicate language, a smidge of ass play but we've been prohibited from using cocaine, at least on page.'

He raised a hand. 'They're coming.'

'Who's they?'

The three of you watch cars and trucks drive through the waste, keeping you trapped. There were familiar faces, Pyro, Toad. And Sabertooth.

The mysterious figure jumped down and mastered the superhero landing that had you clapping your hands and jumping up and down.

'Oh my god! Oh my god!' you held onto Logan's shoulder as you jumped while he just glared at you.

'I've got this,' the man takes down his hood, showing the beautiful, hot, strong, handsome, hubba-hubba worthy, Chris Evans.

'Oh yes, you do sexiest man alive, 2022!' you cheer.

'Stay close,' Chris- or Steve- called back to you.

You stalk over to him. 'Aye aye, Captain.' you wrap your arms around his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs. He removes you and you groan, sulking. You walk back to Wolverine and jump onto the side of his hip.

Instinctively he holds your ass which makes you giddy before he realises his mistake and drops you.

'You're not gonna love what happens next,' shouted the captain.

Your jaw dropped from behind the mask. 'Holy shit, omg! No way, he's gonna say it! He's gonna say it!' you flick one of your swords that was still poking out of Wolverine's chest. 'Avengers-'

'Flame on!' Steve- no, Johnny- yelled and took to the skies in a ball of fire.

It was sort of stupid in hind sight as Pyro lifted a hand and extinguished him, causing him to fall from the skies and go crotch first into a billboard.

'No!' you screamed, rushing to him and rolling onto his back to get a look at him. 'No, no baby, stay with me. Let me take a look!' you tried to pull down his pants but Logan literally pulled you off him.

You were tied up with Wolverine on the front side of you and Johnny on the back. When you woke, you giggled. 'Woah, just like my dreams.'

Johnny woke to, lifting his head from your shoulder. 'How long was I out?'

You smirk under the mask, looking back to him. 'Not all of you was asleep, say Cap, is that a Glock in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

'Is that Chuck? Hey Chuck, over here! Hope it's you young, god, we got James Macovy in this?' you yelled as a wheelchair rolled out as you entered the thing that was apparently large Paul Rudd.

'Cassandra Nova. Charles's twin,' the villain introduced herself.

'Holy shit,' said Logan.

'How was anal birth?' you asked.

Cassandra smirked. 'You two are cute. I have a good feeling about this.'

'Right!' you cheered. 'Just wait till this ends, the smut is off the charts!'

She took the chain from around the two of you but you wrapped yourself around Logan's arm, he only grunted at you. He only pushed you off when you started to go off and off about what Johnny said about Cassandra. 'People think i'm a shit talker but this guy-' you chef's kiss. 'Next level!'

Cassandra, with a flick of her hand, shed the skin from him as he fell in a heap of bones and blood and skin,

You cried out, holding onto Logan for dear life. 'My favourite Chris!'

'You silly little bitch, you just got him fucking killed!' yelled Logan.

'Fine, spank me then! P.S. Do you know what he was doing to the budget!'

You were brought to Ultimatum with Cassadra, Oliath or the other British villain, but all you wanted was to save your world, bang Wolvy and go home.

'I didn't want it to come to this, either you help us or my boyfriend here is gonna perform the whole of Greatest Showman as a one-man show,' you warn.

'I'm not her boyfriend,' Logan grumbled.

Cassandra went on a trauma dump that had you groaning. 'Couldn't you just turn into accomplishment like the rest of us?'

But I'm not like the rest of you, except maybe the Wolverine, now we could be truly terrifying together.'

'Sorry lady, he's taken!'

'Not for long,' Cassandra smirked and as Logan attacked, she sent him in the ground and away from you. You only whined at his disappearance, a whine that turned into a groan when Cassandra's fingers entered you in the worst way possible. Through your head.

'What can I see here?' she asked. Cassandra gasped. 'Oh, you are a whore.'

Oh yes, she saw the million filthy things you wanted to do to Logan.

The two of you made it out and to the diner where Logan was intent on finding food and taking rubbing alcohol shots. When he sat across from you, chucking a tin of spam at you, you pulled of your mask.

Logan stilled, looking at you with finally something a little different than anger.

'What?' you asked.

'I thought you'd be ugly under there.'

'No- no, that's the Deadpool. I'm better, and a self-insert.'

The two of you took to walking through the rather nicer side of the waste. You had his hand in yours, swinging it happily like you were a couple before he threatened to chop your hand off.

'You said Logan was a hero, what happened?' he asked.

'You died. Technically you were chest fucked by a tree, but really you just ran out of batteries trying to save this girl- a kid really. Always wanted a man who's good with kids. The shit heels who grew her in a lab called her x-23, but she was just a kid. A smaller, cute and mean version of you. Yep, you saved her, very hero, very demure.'

The two of you were interrupted when a bark sounded over the hill and the BEST DOG EVER ran out to you, ears flapping in the wind, tongue out as it always was. The little boots. The collar. It was Dogpool.

You threw off your mask and picked her up, cuddling her close. 'She's coming with us.'

'No she's not!' he argued.

'Yes, she is!'

'No!'

You pulled out your puppy dog eyes and lifted the dog to your face and slowly the resolve in his face slipped.

'Sorry!' another man ran out, chasing after the dog.

'Fucking shit bag!' you cursed.

It was another dead pool, a good-looking one with long hair.

'What's Ryan Reynolds actually doing here, I thought I replaced him?' you said.

'In here everyone calls me Nicepool.'

'Can we have your dog?' you asked immediately.

He laughed. 'over my dead body!'

You nod, thinking about it but Logan holds out his arm before you can even move.

Whatever Nicepool was saying was you didn't care as you cooed and hugged the dog closer and Logan watched.

Fuck, he was paying attention to you.

'Why are you so nice?' you asked eventually.

'It costs nothing to be kind,' he said.

'Shutting the fuck up is also free,' said Logan.

You bite your lip in his direction. 'God I am so attracted to you right now. This is Logan, he's usually shirtless but he's let himself go since the divorce.'

Finally, the Nicepool took you to his ride to get you and Logan and the dog to the borderlands.

It was a honda fucking odyssey.

Logan wasn't willing to listen to your complaints. 'Get in the fucking car.'

'Make me, Daddy,' you said.

He took one step closer to you and you backed away with the dog. 'No, we're running away!'

Logan forced her from your arms and handed him back to the Nicepool.

'The corn was to dense girl!' you called after her, pouting.

Logan shoves you into the passenger seat while he takes the wheel.

You pull of your mask, hair falling around you like you were in an advert. 'So, what shall we do to pass the time...'

Honda Odyssey coming soon, that my friends, is called edging.

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

Sitting Pretty (Huh Yunjin x Reader) Smut

Strap on…. Thats it that’s the description.

You don’t quite remember how you got here, sinking down onto your girlfriend’s strap after it was just supposed to be an afternoon hangout watching movies in her room. But here you were, only your shirt on as you hover over Yunjin’s lap and she was in a sports bra and some shorts, looking up at you with lust filled eyes. Her hands guiding your hips downward until your thighs are touching, sighing as you do so.

“You take me so well baby.” Yunjin’s voice is deep, raspy and thick with desire.

Her words make you grind down into her but her hands tighten her grip making you stop.

“Be patient.” Her lips move to your neck to bite and kiss, not making marks as you had a schedule this week. And her hands slither up your shirt to grope your chest, fingers rolling over and pinching your nipples.

“Mm, fuck. Jen please.” You beg as you rest your forehead on hers. The pure desperation in your voice makes her thrust up into you which you take as permission to start moving up and down.

She moves her hands back to your hips just to rest there, her thumbs rubbing over your skin.

“You feel so good around me.” She mumbles, consumed by how turned on she is at the site of you bouncing in her lap, “so tight.”

Your whimpers grow with her words, nails digging into the back of her shoulders. The base of the strap rubs against Yunjin, breathy and deep moans leaving her mouth which is right by your ear.

“Fuck Jen.”

“Does that feel good baby?” you lazily nod at her question, “you like how I feel inside of you?”

Yunjin noticed your pace had slowed, and frustrated tears filled your eyes.

“Come on, keep going.” She said lifting your chin to look at her.

“I can’t-“

The aching in your thighs took over as you moved, you wanted to reach your release but it was tiring.

“Need my help pretty girl?”

“Yes please.” You whisper

Yunjin doesn’t hesitate to grab your hips tightly and thrust into you at a quicker pace making you moan loudly.

“Be quiet, baby. You don’t want the other hearing do you?”, You had forgotten that your other members or at least two of them were in the living room currently as your girlfriend fucked you mercilessly, “or would you like that? Huh? You want them to hear what I’m doing to you don’t you? How good I’m fucking you?”

Your teeth bite into her shoulder as she speaks, her hips hitting against you even quicker now. You’re sure the others could definitely hear the sound of her skin against yours but no, your moans are the biggest concern.

“No.” You finally answer.

“Aw don’t be shy. Tell the truth. Don’t you want them to know how well I treat my baby?”

“Mhm”

“Yeah? My pretty baby.”

You lean back to rest your hands on her knees so she has a full view of her strap going in and out of you, a moan leaves her at the sight, her hand instinctively going to rub circles over your clit not that she can reach comfortably.

“Holy shit Yunjin.” You gasp out, the fingers resting on her knees tighten and your legs shake as you feel your orgasm approaching, “I’m so fucking close.” You say, moaning between each word.

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock,baby?” She growled quickening her hips speed, the hand not on your pussy wrapping around your throat not squeezing just simply resting there, threatening to tighten, “you can do it, cum for me.” It wasn’t demanding but encouraging, it’s like your body as a switch on Yunjins voice can control because as soon as she says the words your body is shaking and moans are leaving your mouth as you fold over her, your head resting on her shoulder again.

“Ah, that’s enough.” You say to get Yunjin to stop her thrusts which continues after you had finished, “Jesus Christ Jen.” Is all you can say.

“You okay, baby?”

Baby, the nickname was common from her but the drastic change in tone surprises you every time, how one second she’s rasping it into your ear as she’s fucking you and the next her tone is sweet and kind as she’s checking on you.

“Never better.” You say as you pull yourself off of Yunjin, groaning at the feeling of emptiness and the strap slides out of you.

A knock startles the both of you.

“…guys”

Chaewon. Fuck.

[reidsworld]

giving old man!logan head in the limo has me feral. i just know theres a dirty mouth on that man

Warnings… fem!reader, smuttt, praise/degradation, oral sex (m receiving), no use of y/n, pet names (baby, slut), this is VILEE (rlly channeled my inner freak), not proofread lol (icl i wrote this on my phone). — you are responsible for the content you consume, if you are not comfortable with any of these warnings or are a minor, DNI!!!

Mars speaks… old man logan has me in a CHOKEHOLDD

Masterlist | Divider from @/saradika-graphics

You had been teasing Logan all night, testing the limits of his patience with every sly smile, every light touch, every whispered innuendo in his ear. The tension had built between you like a fire ready to ignite, and you knew exactly what you were doing.

Logan’s gaze was dark, his jaw clenched as he shifted in his seat beside you. Finally, with a low, frustrated growl, he turned to you, his eyes blazing. “Fine,” he muttered, voice rough, low, “you wanna act like a little slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

That was how you ended up in the back of his limo, sliding down between his legs, your mouth leaving a trail of kisses along his chest, moving lower…

His voice was a rasp, barely more than a breath as he whispered, “Don’t stop.”

Your trailed your hands over the bulge in his pants, making swift work of pulling them down with his boxers, freeing his achingly hard cock.

While it wasn’t overly long— certainly not a length to be ashamed about— it was thick. His cock had a long vein running down the underside with many smaller veins scattered across it. It twitched desperately in his lap, the sensitive red tip oozing pre-cum.

“Holy shit…”

He let out a low chuckle at your words, clicking his tongue at you, “come on, get to work baby.”

You grinned up at him as you leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on the tip, making him nearly growl.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ tease.”

Giggling at his words you smile innocently as run your tongue along the slit of his cock. He threw his head back, groaning, his fingers threading themselves through your hair with a tight but gentle grip.

You sunk your head lower, the head disappearing between your lips. He gazed down at you, “look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock like that.”

Your tongue swirled around his cock, cheeks hollowing, and his grip on your hair tightened, “don’t be shy, I know you can handle more.”

He used the grip in your hair to push you down lower. Saliva began to drip down his cock as he filled your mouth. You used it as lube for your hands which found their way to his shaft, slowly stroking and twisting what was not in your mouth.

“Yeah that’s more like it, knew you could do it.”

You moaned around him in response, the vibrations shooting right through his cock, causing his hips to buck. The tip hit the back of your throat making you gag and slightly choke at the protrusion. But this didn’t make him pull back, he was too desperate he couldn’t stop.

“Y’okay, baby?” he asked, slowing the rate his hand was moving your head but not stopping. You tried your best to give a nod. Once he got your confirmation, he stopped his hand movement, gently thrusting his hips upwards into your throat.

He had let you have control for long enough and now he was getting desperate, he couldn’t wait. He gently tapped on the top of your head causing you to look up at him.

“M’gonna fuck your throat now, baby,” he told you and you nodded, your hands moving to grip his thighs. He used his hand to push your head lower before thrusting up into your mouth. He began to build a steady rhythm, his cock going deeper into your throat with each movement.

“So good, haven’t gotten somethin’ this good in a long time ‘nd definitely not from someone as pretty as you,” he praised, his Canadian accent thickening as his pace increased. You moaned at the praise, breathing through your nose as he pushed in further.

Your knees began to ache from being on the limo floor. As he set a brutal pace, it became messier and messier. His cock was now covered in saliva, you makeup was a mess from the small tears that fell each time he hit the back of your throat.

“Y’look so pretty like this, my little slut,” he grunted out as his thumb moved to wipe one of the tears that fell. You smiled around him and looked him in the eyes. His head fell back at the sight around him.

After a few minutes, you could tell by his demeanour and ever-so-slightly slowing pace that he was getting tired. you moved your hands up to his while looking at him in the eyes. You gave him a gentle nod. His grip loosened from your head before he laid further back against the seat, long arms stretching out.

“Just need a little break, you keep going,” he chuckled, muttering something about being old.

You held onto the sides of his thighs as you quickly bobbed your head up and down his cock. You looked up at him, moaning at the sight. He looked so good— head fallen back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, letting out little breaths.

This only spurred you on, taking him as deep as possible over and over again. His cock twitched at the back of your throat, a sure sign that he was getting close. You moved one hand to fondle his balls. You gently massaged them, scratching at his scrotum.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” he breathed out.

You picked up your pace as you felt his balls tighten in your hand. His thighs flexed and his hips bucked as he let out a lewd groan— almost growl of your name. Feeling his hot cum fill your throat, you pressed your head down, nose touching the hair at the base of his cock.

As he came down from his high, you pulled off him and looked up. He looked down at you with a lazy smirk on his face. He reached out his hand, helping you up from the floor before pulling you onto his lap.

His thumb wiped the half-dried tears from your face, his other hand snaking behind your neck and threading into your hair to pull you into a passionate kiss, his beard scratching at your chin.

As the two of you pulled apart, you grinned at him, “think you still have it in you to fuck me, old man?”

Mars speaks… (again) sorry if this is a bit of a mess, it’s like 1:30 in the morning rn and i wrote this instead of sleeping. any and all feedback is always appreciated🫶

[twola]

just saw a post that said “missionary, so we can keep arguing” and i feel like you’d do that justice if you’re ever in the mood to write it lol xx

Oh holy shit. I’m now in the mood. Here’s a low honor Arthur secretly has feelings, but they are way WAY underneath. Also shoutout to @shootybangbang, who insisted on a few points to add to this.

Fortitude

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI ➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link ➵ Next

“Who is it?!”

“It’s Arthur, idiot!”

His deep voice booms across the camp and the onion you were dicing suddenly becomes victim to very vigorous chopping. The knife slams on the butcher table loudly as you grit your teeth.

Mary Beth looks up at you with a curious stare. “Are you…alright?”

“Never better.” You mumble as you continue to chop at the onion.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, letting out a long breath.

“Oh, Arthur, how nice of you to return!” Dutch’s sarcastic reply echoes across the way as he moves to clap his hand across Arthur’s back in welcome. “Anythin’ good out there?” He hands Arthur a bottle of beer, and immediately Arthur begins to drink.

“Shoah. Plenty to keep me out there. Better than loungin’ around here.”

Dutch guffaws at the pointed comment.

You grit your teeth again as you pick up the next onion. Laughter surrounds the campfire for several moments as you continue to chop. Arthur slugs back the rest of his beer before tossing it to the ground. “Now if you don’t mind me, I have a lady to see.”

You try to ignore his heavy footsteps approaching.

“C’mon now, missy. Let’s get outta here fer the night.”

You pause a moment before placing the knife down. Mary Beth gives you a look as you sigh, wiping your hands on your skirts. You give her a mumbled farewell as you turn to Arthur.

He stands there, all six feet of the fearsome enforcer of the Van der Linde gang. Able to tear men limb from limb. Hand on his gunbelt, the brim of that old gambler’s had shading his eyes against the sunset. A beard showing weeks out on the land.

Damn him, damn him to hell. 

You take his outstretched hand and follow.

-

It’s not terribly far away from camp. Just far enough not to be bothered. He stops his horse in a small forested glen and swings off of the saddle, tying the mare to a tree branch.

“C’mon now, girl. You seem so pleased to see me.” Arthur grunts as he unloads his small tent from his saddle bag, turning and immediately starting to 

“Very pleased. Been waitin’ on you every night to come back.” You retort, sliding off of the rump of the horse and turning to unfasten the bedroll from his saddle.

“That’s more like it,” He smirks back at you as he pitches the tent, “Don’tchu worry, I’ll get you right.”

When he’s finished with the tent, you stoop down and roll out his bedroll on the ground within, climbing inside as the dusk falls. Arthur follows you, stooping to his knees at the entrance of the lean-to. He tosses his hat toward the back of the tent.

“Get on yer knees.” Arthur orders as he starts to undo the buttons of his workshirt.

“No,” you huff, sliding back on your bottom atop the bedroll. You start unlacing your boots and pull them off, chucking them toward the entrance of the tent.

“No?” Arthur’s eyebrow quirks as he rips his gunbelt off.

“I ain’t gonna let you treat me like some two-penny whore. You’re gonna at least have the decency to look me in the eye.” You rasp up at him as you start unlacing your dress.

He kicks his boots off smugly. There’s something ironic in the way the two of you are quickly shedding your clothes to the back and forth going on in the tent.

“Oh, too good to bend over but not to get on your back for me?”

You shimmy out of your dress and quickly pull your chemise over your head. He works his pants down with his drawers. 

“Too good for you to fuck me like I’m any other hole.” 

“We’ll see about that-” Arthur chuckles as he stands on his knees opposite you, completely nude, cock blood-swollen and bobbing with his movements. His hands grab at your hips, grasping those dainty bloomers you’ve taken to wearing and pulling them down your thighs, over your knees, and completely off, chucking them to the side.

He licks his lips, the bastard, at the sight of you on your back for him, naked in the waning hours of the day. And yet, here you are, angry but desperate to be wanted, you just want… a little something more.

Arthur spits in his hand, slathering it on his cock. Climbing atop you in his bedroll, you spread your legs for him. The head of his cock catches on the rim of your cunt and he pushes inside, growling as he does so.

A whine, desperate, claws its way out of your throat as you clench at his forearms at the feeling of several hot inches of him splitting your core, filling you fit to burst. It’s the pain on a knife’s edge that seems to placate the aggravation in your soul.

He’s not gentle - you know that, you’ve never expected him to be. He fucks like he works - with physicality and brute strength. 

He does, at the very least, stay buried within you for a moment, his hips shoved completely up against yours, all those hot, pulsing, hard inches of him having carved a blazing path through your core. He does, at the very least, give you that moment to accept him, grow used to him, before grabbing your hips and starting to buck against you mercilessly.

“You’re -hah- infuriating,” Arthur spits out, locking his elbows as he finds a rhythm of slamming his hips into yours, the slap of skin on skin loud within the tent. No wonder he dragged you away from camp.

“You’re a lowlife -ngh-” You are able to grit out as he tries to fuck you into submission. But you know this game, you know his game. He may be the feared enforcer of the gang, but you’re not some feeble woman willing to let him do with you what he wants.

“Ain’t too low for you to let me fuck you.” He growls, words interspersed with his thrusts.

“Ain’t the same gettin’ myself o-off.” You sputter as he slings your other thigh over his shoulder and slams his hips down on you to effectively cut you off. You cry out in surprise at the change in angle of his thrusts, loudly to the point he slaps his hand over your mouth as he moves above you.

You sink your teeth into the meat of his palm. He hisses, pulling his hand away quickly. He looks down on you with annoyance.

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman?”

You grit your teeth against the anger that has been eating at you this whole time.

“I missed you, asshole.”

Arthur stops, jaw unclenching, cock halfway sheathed in your warm cunt. He looks down at you, eyes wide, brow unfurling, and the fire in his gut subsiding.

“Ain’t you ever think when you’re out for weeks at a time that you got someone to come home to?” You scowl up at him as he slowly lets your leg down from his shoulder.

Arthur frowns, biting the inside of his cheek.

“When you’re gone for weeks at a time, then come back bragging about it, it’s like you ain’t want to be with me. At least that’s what you got me thinkin’.” You lower your voice and encircle your fingers around his forearms. Your thumbs rub gently at his wrists, “So when you drag me out here to fuck you, are you telling me that’s all you want?”

“No.” He gruffly responds.

“Then act like it.”

He lowers himself to his elbows slowly, his cock slipping further inside you and you give a little whine in response. Arthur angles his forearms inward, giving him the ability to brush some of your hair from your forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, plastering your bodies against each other fully. 

“Just - try not to stay out as long. Or maybe take me with you. The cot gets awful cold without you in it. If we’re together, I want to be treated like we’re together.” You whisper, the anger in your blood finally dissipating. 

He hovers above you, finally, a fond smile replaces the previous bombastic smirk on his face.

“Want me t’ write you some poetry?”

“Kiss me, you fool.”

He immediately complies, smashing his lips on yours, tongue pressing against your lips, which you open to him. You moan throatily as he rolls his hips in a full stroke, pulling his cock near completely out and thrusting back in. He repeats the motion again and again.

“Want to be beneath me every night? That’s what my girl wants?”

Your reply is half a scream, “Y-yes! E-every night, Arthur-”

“Goddamn- yes, oh shit, that’s it-” he babbles as his strokes start to come unwieldy.

The molten fire burning in your core licks at your gut, the muscles in your legs start screaming - you know that you’re quickly going to reach your end with each time that he shoves his cock deeper inside you.

“I’m go-gonna come, Arthur -ngh-”

“That’s it, darlin’ girl, come all over my cock.” He croons, changing his motions by pushing himself as deep as he can before gyrating his hips, trying to hit everywhere within you.

You seize up, your thighs clamping around his waist as you cry out to the heavens above, some garbled noise that sounds like the syllables of his name.

Arthur coos, in that teasing way that he does, shutting his eyes as he takes in the feeling of your pulsing core on his cock. The gush of wetness that surrounds him, starting to leak out onto his balls as you thrash and cry.

When finally you begin to calm down, he yanks himself from you and sits up on his knees as he squeezes his eyes shut, pumping his cock as if coming would save his life. 

You shoot up, leaning on one elbow, and bat his hand away from his cock, wrapping your fingers around his base and guiding it into your mouth.

“Aw fuck honey-”

He doesn’t last long. How could he? Not with your perfect mouth around him, not with your tongue pressing against the sensitive slit, not when you suck. With a strangled shout of your name, he comes, spurting warm down your throat. Salty and bitter, just like him - but you suck him dry as if you couldn’t get enough.

He flops down on the bedroll next to you, panting as you curl your body against his, placing your head upon his chest, your hand spread wide over his racing heart. Another centering moment later, he winds his arm around you. 

He’s not going to confess his love for you. You may never get that. But being tucked in his embrace as he holds you to him - for now, you are placated.

He kisses the crown of your forehead gently. You snuggle even further into his embrace.

This you could work with.

[paigebueckersmommy]

tipsy - p.b

requested by anon

paige bueckers x reader

warnings : 18+, possessiveness, drinking, fingering, semi public sex

you and paige had been messsing around for a couple months, but nothing serious. paige swore to you that you were the only girl she was hooking up with, but if that was true, why weren’t we anything more than friends with benefits?

a couple weeks ago after hooking up paige had mentioned a party to you, and asked if you were going and when you replied that you didn’t know about it, she asked you to go with her. she murmured a dirty joke with a giggle when you accepted then you playfully push her.

paige had picked you up for the party, calling you gorgeous and complimenting you the whole way there. this was what confused you, she treated you like her girlfriend.

you guys eventually wander off, nudging paige and telling her that you were going to find some friends.

half and hour later, you decide to try to find paige again, coming back down from going to the bathroom upstairs. you find her in the kitchen holding red solo cup. as you pouch her she holds eye contact with you and doesn’t look happy. “p are you okay?” you say, worried for paige. she looked mad. “did she make you cum? fingers or toung?” paige said, crocking her neck down to your height.

“paige what are you talking about? i was going to the bathroom upstairs. paige are you drunk?” you say with confusion.

paige sets down her solo cup grabbing her hand and walking fastly in front of you, leading you up the stairs and into the bathroom and closing the door behind you. she pushes you against the door l, resting her forearm on the door behind you. “paige are you sure your not drunk?” you say, trying to ignore the need between your legs you develop with paige looking at you this intensely.

paige unbottons your jean shorts, pulling them down to your mid thighs, and moves your panties to the side. paige pushes three of her lengthy fingers inside of you, without even asking you to suck on them which she loves doing. you gasp out due to the pressure on you, and paige curling her veiny hands inside of you.

“you like that you whore? am i the only one that makes you feel this good?” paige says, still keeping eye contact with you while pumping in and out of you.

“fuck yes paige your the only girl i want, holy shit i’m close” you say through moans of pleasure and screaming out paige’s name as your legs shake.

“oh yea? you’re close?” paige says, as she feels you start to clench around her fingers, when you finally release paige bends down onto her knees to lick up all your juices. she licks her fingers clean holding intense eye contact with you. paige washes her hands as you clean your self up. she pushes a passionate kiss to your lips as she walks out of the bathroom.

a couple of hours pass, as paige finds you and nudges you, signally that she’s ready to leave, you nod , agreeingly. paige opens the passanger seat door for you, you hop in and wait as paige jogs around to the drivers side.

paige gets in the car, starts the car then looks at you with a grin. “your so breautful, pretty girl.” paige says through her bright red cheeks.

“your even more beautiful p.” you say as you also start to smile. “baby will you be my girlfriend? tonight made me realize i want you. not just a casual thing. i want to be the only girl you think of, and make you cum.”

you smile, hearing those word was like music to your ears. “paige, you were already the only girl i think and epically the only girl that makes me cum.

[fandomfucker]

can I request a poly!judgement day x fem!reader, where she get stressed out and cooks and bakes as a stress response?

Baker-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve kinda disappeared lately, I’m dealing with a lot of mental issues on top of school and work but I’m jotting down ideas when I can, just don’t expect anything regularly😓

Word Count: 1,383

The sickly sweet smell of vanilla filled the kitchen, spilling out into the rest of the house. The harsh tempo of a metal song reverberated throughout the house, originating from the kitchen. Clanging noises emerged as various cooking utensils clashed against metal bowls. Hurried footsteps paced back and forth on the warm-tiled-floors. 

In the kitchen, pacing in front of the untidy countertops, covered in various spilled ingredients, was Y/n. She cradled a metal mixing bowl to her chest as she used a whisk and beat the dry ingredients laid in the bowl.

Small puffs of powder flew up as the whisk repeatedly hit the side of the bowl, coating Y/n’s ‘Kiss the cook’ apron as well as her face. She blew small streams of air out the corner of her mouth, fluttering strands of hair that had fallen from its updo. 

Her hips swayed gently to the beat of the music, the chilling voice of Spencer Charnas from Ice Nine Kills floated around the room. “Now I’m lost on my own, in search of something real.” She sang along. 

Lately, her partners, all four members of The Judgment Day, had all been on the road for almost a week now and for Y/n, work had been unbelievably stressful, what with the giant company-wide project she’d been leading. And when she’s stressed (which had gotten to be more often than not lately) she bakes. So, her partners had had her own pantry built with every possible ingredient for whatever she wanted, whenever. 

The four members of The Judgment Day were scheduled to return home tonight but their flight had been delayed, prolonging Y/n’s stress baking.

There was already an apple pie and pumpkin brownies baking in the oven, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter. Even though it seemed like an absurd amount of sweets, she knew that whatever she and her partners couldn’t eat or didn’t want would go to either co-workers (the other wrestlers loved her and her diet-breaking-treats) or to some of the neighborhood kids to take home.

Her brows, furrowed in concentration, straightened shot up in excitement as she heard the telltale signs of her favorite song “THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!”. She began bumping along to the rhythm of the metal music. 

“Hey Siri, turn the volume up!” She half-shouted to be heard. The music got louder, now as loud as it could possibly go as Y/n finally began to loosen up. Jumping around the kitchen, mixing her wet and dry ingredients, she paid no mind to anything else around her. Not even the sound of the front door opening as her partners all walked in.

The four of them stood, shocked in a huddle just inside the door as they watched their partner belt out the lyrics to Rhea’s theme song. A favorite partner was never and never would be a thing between the group, however a favorite theme song was totally different. 

Rhea’s baffled expression slowly grew into a smug smirk, as she watched her girlfriend sing and dance along to her song.

It took entirely too long for Y/n to notice that other people had even entered the house, not to mention were right behind her, watching.

“The demon in your dreams, now hear me in your scr-AHHH.” Her timing was impeccable. 

Y/n bent over, one hand on her knee as the other clutched her chest, breathing heavily while her heart raced. “Holy shit, you guys scared me.”

Rhea grinned as she stepped forward, grabbing the back of Y/n’s neck, her fingers gripping her baby hairs, and gently pulling her upright as she kissed her forehead smugly. “Sorry, love.” She laughed.

Y/n all but collapsed against Rhea, laying her head against her chest, wrapping her arms around her waist tightly while Rhea held her waist with one arm, cradling her head in the other, snorting with laughter.

Y/n’s cheeks heated at the laughter, causing her to bury her face even further into Rhea until a beeping noise, one of the several timers Y/n had set, went off. 

Y/n practically threw herself away from Rhea, keeping her head down as she slid on her purple monster oven mitts and grabbed the pumpkin brownies out of the oven, leaving the pie in there for a few more minutes.

The end of Rhea’s song finally came around, much to Y/n’s delight. 

Until she remembered that she’d put the song on repeat to play again and the starting lyric had her partners doubled over in laughter again, much to her chagrin.

Shamefully, she walked over to her phone and took it off of repeat, skipping the song just before she turned off her phone and put it back on the counter.

Only for the next song to play to be Dominik’s theme song.

All four members of the Judgment Day were actively laying on the floor dying with laughter at this point. Finn began coughing uncontrollably in an effort to not throw up while Rhea tried not to piss herself.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n crossed her arms as she watched her partners squirm around on the ground. “Alright, guys. We get it. I like your theme music. Big whup.”

She turned back to the counter, laying out the dough she’d just mixed as she began to knead it against the flour-covered counter.

“Hey,” Damian’s hands gripped her waist from behind as he held her to him. There was still a bit of laughter in his voice but Y/n could tell he meant what he was saying. “We think it’s very endearing, muñeca. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed her temple lovingly as the other three finally peeled themselves up off the floor.

“Aht!” She yelled, almost as a reflex when she swatted Dominik’s wandering hand towards the still cooling cookies on the counter next to her.

His big brown eyes showed the hurt of a kicked puppy as he looked at her in betrayal,

“First of all, all four of you need to take a shower. Then we’re going to have dinner, then you can have a cookie. Okay?” Y/n explained, waddling towards Dominik, Damian’s hands still firm on her waist causing her to drag him along heftily.

Dominik nodded sadly, perking up significantly when Y/n placed her hands on his cheeks, bringing his face up to give him a quick peck on the lips. Sounds of protest came from around the room from the other three who had yet to receive a kiss.

“Hey!” Y/n silenced the four of them, staring into Dom’s big brown eyes. “We can have so many cuddles and kisses after dinner and showers, okay? We’ll watch a movie and have cookies, and brownies,and pie and make-outs. But after.” She bent his head down to kiss his forehead before gently pushing him away.

Prying Damian’s fingers from her waist, Y/n turned around to face him, gently pushing his chest as well in the direction of the stairs, gesturing with her finger for him to go up there.

“Dibs on the master shower! By myself,” Rhea added at the shared lewd looks from the boys.

Y/n laughed at the boys’ obvious pouting but they all made their way past her towards the stairs to use the guest bathroom upstairs, which was really about the same size as the master. 

As Finn passed Y/n, he lightly squeezed her waist and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “Your secret’s safe with us, love.” He laughed.

Y/n just grumbled in response as she went back to her dough. 

Rhea smirked as she got an idea, and walked behind Y/n to get to the stairs. She smacked her ass on the way, grinning wickedly at the gasp that Y/n let out. 

“Rhea!” She exclaimed, trying to contain her laughter as she held her stinging flesh. 

“Sorry, babe! I just couldn’t help myself!” Rhea giddily bounded up the stairs.

A small smile graced Y/n’s features as she went back to her baking. She was still stressed but now that her partners were home, they could help to carry some of the load. She didn’t have to do it alone.

[frudoo]

just saw the anon for reader helping slasher 141 and now im thinking about actually doing the whole thing. like finding someone, kidnapping them and torturing them. she does it as a gift or surprise. maybe its their anniversary and she wants to give them the best gift ever.

I love this idea, but I just can't see reader ever participating in the torture aspect of her boys' work. She's absolutely not above kidnapping, though.

Warnings: Dark!Fic/DDDNE. Y'all this one is gross (just not in a gory way). Kidnapping/drugging.

 “I have to say, little girl, you look absolutely delicious tonight.”

     You giggle, allowing him to twirl you and trying not to suffocate on the smell of his cheap cologne. The man is loaded and he won’t even spend a pretty penny on some quality fragrance? Although, what else could you expect from a conman like him?

     “Not so bad yourself, Mr. Chief,” you purr, yelping softly when he pinches your asscheek teasingly.

     You want to vomit. Really, you could do it right here, all over his pristinely polished shoes, or on his tailored suit jacket and annoyingly bright tie. The fact that you’ve managed to keep this charade up for the past couple of weeks is astonishing, to say the least, especially given the fact that you’ve been hiding it from the boys. It kills you to see their disappointed faces every time you turn down a night in with them, making up poor excuses about how you’re just going to decorate your classroom, or that your friend has been having a rough time and you’re going to her house to support her.

     The truth is that you’re doing it for their benefit. Herschel Shepherd has been on your boys’ radar for years now, long before they ever met you. It’s just been too risky for them to attempt anything, be it a kidnapping or assassination. He’s too public of a figure as head of police, meaning that he’s protected by a multitude of security personnel, and on top of that, can easily defend himself. Even if they tried to befriend him, suspicions would be raised and it would likely fail.

     That’s where you enter. You’re exactly the chief’s type—a pretty young thing with big, soft tits and a charming smile. The only thing you’re missing is the naivety he’s so desperate to corrupt, but you’ve proven yourself a wonderful actress and he’s none the wiser. For someone who used to be a detective, he really is clueless. Someone should have taught the old man not to flirt with strangers on the internet. You’re just grateful that he took the bait so easy, all too eager to get his dick wet. 

     “Since I’ve treated you to such a nice dinner, how about giving me some dessert?” You hear his knees pop when he bends to whisper into your ear.

     “Anything for you,” you murmur back, “Daddy.”

     For the love of all things holy, you cannot wait to get this bullshit over with. Shepherd wraps his arm around your waist and ushers you into his limo—he really wanted to go all out for his ‘girlfriend,’ apparently. The inside smells like cigar smoke and you have to bite back a frown. It makes you think of John and how desperately you’d prefer to be in his arms instead. In all of their arms. With every disgusting, sloppy kiss the sick fuck peppers across your jawline, you have to remind yourself that it’s all for them.

     For them, for you, for every poor family he’s ever screwed over. It’s all too familiar, the coverups, the paying off coworkers and employees so that they keep their mouths shut. You’ve read about countless cases against heinous criminal acts that were suddenly dismissed when a certain slob threw a large sum of money towards the judges. You can’t even begin to imagine how many women alone have been assaulted because this corrupt piece of shit paid to let their abusers go—and for what? To gain favor? To get reelected? God knows he cheats his way through the system anyway.

     You feel your hand being tugged and realize that you’ve arrived at the parking lot where your car still is, some random garage located in the heart of the downtown area—about an equal walk from any little shop or restaurant in the vicinity. Your ‘date’ furrows his eyebrows and looks at you, confused.

     “A little Toyota Corolla is more inconspicuous than a limousine, don’t you think?” you hum as you pull out your keys.

     “Right,” Shepherd nods, opening the driver’s side door for you. “We are still going to the hotel?”

     “Of course.”

     He buckles into the passenger seat while you start the car, messing with the air conditioning like it’s his right. You avoid rolling your eyes as you begin driving, softly humming along to the radio. There’s a tin of mints in your glovebox that you pull out and offer to him. All according to plan, he takes the bait.

     Almost instantly after popping the tainted mint into his bastard mouth, he starts getting woozy, saying odd things and swaying in his seat. Adrenaline rushes through your veins—this is really happening. You’re kidnapping the chief of police, your husbands’ most desired target, driving him back to your home to be tortured and killed. It’s surreal, and there’s guilt eating away at whatever sense of retribution you’d created in your head. Still, there’s no turning back now.

     No turning back from the rattle of his unconscious body as you drive over the gravel path leading to the barn. No turning back from the strain you put on yourself as you haul his deadweight through the random pieces of hay, nor the act of tying his arms behind the metal pole in the stable where horses should be but has only kept victims. This is a decision you made and will have to live with. For the greater good, you ask yourself, or for the praise you know you’ll receive from your boys? In the end, it’s all one and the same to you. 

     As you stand over the comatose-laden sleazebag, you hardly make out the sound of the barn door slamming open and all four of your lovers trailing in with wide eyes.

     “Bloody hell.”

     “No fuckin’ way.”

     “Steamin’ Jesus, hen.”

     “Darlin’, how in the fuck did you manage this?”

     There’s a beat of silence before you turn around to look at them, your face maddeningly neutral.

     “Happy anniversary, guys.”

[xmanicmushroomx]

nsfw alphabet || katsuki bakugou

tags: aged up katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, nsfw alphabet

cw: HEAVY nsfw [obvi], mention of bodily fluids, slight bdsm themes??, sexual positions and scenarios

a/n: holy shit you guys???? 1k notes on my “your birthday party” bakugou scenario??? i’m so blown away. you’re all so amazing and i hope you know how deeply appreciated you are.🥹 to celebrate, here’s an nsfw alphabet for our favorite boom boy.

a is for aftercare (what they're like after sex)

katsuki is so incredibly attentive after sex. he’ll bring you a glass of water and a warm wash cloth, clean you up, and then he’ll pull you into his arms so the two of you can go to sleep.

b is for body part (their favorite body part on their partner)

he’s an ass man, through and through. he’s always touching your ass: slapping or pinching it as you walk past, hand in your back pocket when you’re out in public, sneaking his fingers up your dress while you two stand in the corner of a crowded elevator. he can’t get enough of watching your cheeks get red from his blatant teasing.

c is for cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if he’s not cumming inside you, he’s cumming on you. he loves making a mess of you. he treats it like marking his territory, covering your face with it and taking pictures of you like that. [he doesn’t share them with anyone, obviously, he just pulls them out and shows them to you anytime you think you can outdo his attitude. “you keep talking to me like that and you’re gonna end up on your knees looking like this again, pretty girl. shut your mouth.”]

d is for dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

no one knows how you and bakugou really met. your story is always “oh, we reunited at a conference a couple years back and just clicked!” but that is complete, utter bullshit. you’ve been friends with benefits since just after your graduation from ua. the two of you caught feelings, HARD, and decided you needed more.

e is for experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

does he know what he’s doing? he genuinely might tie you to the bed if you ask him that question face to face. even if he’s not experienced, he’s a quick learner. the second he finds that spot that has your eyes rolling back, he’s absolutely abusing it until you’re a stuttering, drooling, mindless mess underneath him.

f is for favorite position (this goes without saying)

bakugou can’t stand to not look at your face while he’s fucking you. he wants to see every expression and gauge every little reaction you have to him. he hikes your knees over his shoulders and practically folds you in half, nose to nose, hands in your hair to pull your face closer to his, “eyes on me, babygirl,” “if you close your eyes again i’m stopping”.

g is for goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

bedroom bakugou is always. all. business. he’s not messing around. he has one goal — make you cum as many times as possible, and then take care of himself with your body.

h is for hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it’s thick and just slightly darker than his hair. he keeps it trimmed and neat for you, but if you didn’t ask for it, he would rather let it do what it does without a care in the world.

i is for intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he always reassures you before. [“you know i love you, right, mamas?”] but during… oh boy. [“‘cause i’m about to fuck you like i hate you.”]

j is for jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he used to, when you two would have to go weeks between seeing each other. but now that you sleep in the same bed every night, he doesn’t have to.

k is for kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s dominant, no questions asked. and he loves brats. it riles him up when you go to an event together and catch an attitude with him. he’ll fuck it out of you the second you get back home. if your attitude is really bad, he’s dragging you to a secluded guest room to put you on your knees.

l is for location (favorite places to do the do)

any- and everywhere. he’s sliding a hand up your skirt under tables, sitting you on his lap whenever possible, pulling you into a closet or kitchen to pin you against the wall or push you down on your knees.

m is for motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your attitude is his biggest turn on. when you start mouthing off to him, he knows what you really want to say is, “please fuck me on the nearest possible surface before i lose my mind.”

n is for no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

drunk-you and asleep-you are both completely off limits [unless you are into that and specifically ask him to do it]. if either of you show even slight discomfort at anything new, he stops immediately. he’s not one to be outright opposed to most things you suggest.

o is for oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

when it comes to oral, he’s a giver and a taker. he’ll lick your cunt until his jaw is numb just to hear those pretty noises falling from your lips. he’s patient when you’re offering, tangling his fingers in your hair and letting you set the pace. but when he’s punishing you.. i hate to tell you, girlie, but your throat is a goner :)

p is for pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

this honestly goes both ways, depending on what he wants out of it at the moment. sometimes, he just wants to worship your body — everything is slow and sweet, whispering in your ear how much he loves you, “you’re fucking divine, baby”, tending to your every request. other times, however — like when he’s had a particularly bad day — he is absolutely fucking you through the mattress and growling low, empty threats in your ear. “shut up and take it, mamas,” “gonna tie you to this bed if you don’t stay fucking still”, “need’a cum inside this pussy before i start blowing shit up”

q is for quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he loves them. he’ll take you at every opportunity. [see location!]

r is for risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ohhh yes. he’ll have the most random idea for a position, kink, or anything else sex-related. he’ll ask you about it beforehand, of course, because he’s not just gonna spring the shit on you in the middle of it. if you’re interested in giving it a go, he’s absolutely trying it.

s is for stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man could go all day. he’s spent YEARS perfecting his body, increasing his stamina, training his entire system to be as active as possible for as long as possible, to be a hero. and he’s absolutely no different in the bedroom.

t is for toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’ll use them on you — but just to tease you, because the only things you’re cumming on when he’s around are his fingers or his cock. his favorite toy is the vibrator that connects to his phone. he’ll sit you on the bed and kneel between your legs when you’re both getting ready for an event, lapping at your clit while he slides it inside you. [“be a good girl tonight, or else i’m maxing this thing out while you’re talking to someone until you behave.”]

u is for unfair (how much they like to tease)

bakugou will tease you until you’re crying out of desperation. he’ll relentlessly brush his fingertips against your sweet spot, over and over, until you’ve cum so many times and you’re so sensitive it hurts. it satisfies him to no end, smirking like an absolute devil, while you sit there with tears in your eyes begging him to fuck you already.

v is for volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

bakugou doesn’t do loud. he’s yelling at everyone all the time, so sex is the one instance where he’s always calm and collected. what he does do, however, is whisper or growl in your ear about everything. [“you’re so wet for me, mamas.” “always such a good girl.” “you can do it, baby, gimme one more.”]

w is for when (is there a specific time of day they like to do it most?)

bakugou is always doing something sexual. he teases you all day, if he doesn’t already have you underneath him in bed all day.

x is for x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he puts the word muscular to shame. he’s a pro hero, #2 at that, so of course he’s fit as a fiddle. he trains daily. broad shoulders, narrow hips, long arms and legs. he’s extremely proud of his own dick — ten and a half inches long and just thick enough that it stretches you out enough to feel like the first time — every. single. time.

y is for yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

this man could fuck you before every meal and he’d still want more. making you come undone is his own private serenity, and sometimes he genuinely thinks it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

z is for zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after taking care of you and making sure you feel okay, he wraps you in his arms and pulls your head against his chest. he’s out like a light [and you usually are, too.]

[sinsandsweetness]

cw- smutty stuff, free use concept but very much consensual (Rick x reader mostly but all of the boys x reader mentioned too)

note- small blurb that’s totally not proofread, and will probably edit at another time. haven’t written in a few weeks so feeling rusty… feedback is apreciated or just general commentary ofc. have been in a really lovey, gentle, sweet smut mood lately so this is what ur getting sorry. don’t know why I’m so obsessed with reader being a form of escape but… ya. enjoy:)

Been having the filthiest thoughts about being the community free use slut. Everyone using you to relieve some stress. Yes, you read that right; everyone. You’re their perfect little plaything that will never say no. That just gets on her knees and takes it. No matter when or where.

It starts way at the beginning, with Shane and Daryl and Merle. Them taking turns dragging you to their tents, late at night when everyone else is asleep. Sometimes it’s just one of them, but other times they share. Take you at the same time and fill as many holes as they can. Leave you with the faintest blue and purple marks scattered all over your neck for the rest of the group to squint at in the morning. To gossip and whisper about over breakfast. Your berry stained lips and innocent eyes reminding them all of a pretty little doll they seem to treat you like.

And then you get to the prison, where things are tense, and discover that your… well, intimate service are needed more than ever. Acting as the only acceptable vice for the group to take their frustrations out on, in what you would describe as a relatively healthy way. At least considering the alternative. So while Rick is losing his mind and you’re already sharing a cell, he decides to try what a few of his friends have been doing right from the start. Using your pretty mouth as the escape they claim that works so well.

And he’s pleasantly surprised at the fact you’re more than willing. To let him urge you into the cell way before the sun has set. To let him drag you down to his bunk in the middle of the night where he doesn’t waste any time peeling your sleep shorts off in a mess of tangled sheets and blankets. And the whole time he’s with you, your lips burn hot as they trail down his neck and nip at newly sunburnt skin. You kiss him without thinking and your tongue tastes like toothpaste and bad decisions as it traces over his own and your hands seem to know the exact spots that have him pushing his jeans down to his ankles in almost shameful, record breaking time. But he doesn’t seem to mind because most importantly, having you right beneath him in the dim lit concrete cell, means that his mind, even just momentarily, is finally blank. For a few minutes, as long as you keep bringing your lips back to meet his, he has nothing to worry about. No crying newborn baby, no walkers, no fast spreading diseases or quarantines or mysterious unsolved murders. Nothing. Well, except the volume at which your pretty little moans are crawling their way up your chest and taunting your next door cell mates.

It’s when he finally has your legs wrapped around his waist and you’re so fucking warm and holy shit you’re wet, and your hands won’t leave his shoulders and your nails are scratching and raking down his back in the most pleasurable burn he could ever imagine… that, that is when it comes to him. When he finally fucking get’s it.

He understands exactly why every time it came to going on a run or splitting the group up, Daryl was always first to claim you as his partner. Why Shane was so obsessed with fixing some damn watch he found you so you could meet him out behind the barn or on the edge of the woods wearing nothing but a sundress and a smile, not a minute later then midnight. He even understood why Merle was acting uncharacteristically nicer to you than anyone else as he pouted and paced around his cell, begging for all kinds of attention but only really wanting the one. The one that was proving to be completely and irrationally addictive the more Rick thought about it. The more he focused on your skin under his hands and how sweet your voice sounded when you could no longer form a coherent sentence.

While he catches his breath, arms still wrapped around your waist, he can feel your legs trembling on either side of him as your hands continue to cup his face ever so gently. He doesn’t even open his eyes when you lean in to bite his lip and drag it out slowly before peppering sweet, meaningless kisses all down his jaw, neck and shoulders. It’s then, when your touch is making the back of his neck tingle and his breath hitch in his throat that he can’t help but feel like he’s been missing out. A whole year of this that the other guys have been experiencing? It doesn’t really seem fair. Not now that he’s had a taste. Now that he knows exactly why every man you’ve encountered since the world went to shit, has taken such an extreme and undeniable liking to you. Not now that he feels like he has to make up for lost time, pressing his forehead against yours and rocking himself back into you for the second time that night. You don’t object. You just spread your legs even further and pull at the damp curls at the base of his neck, silently urging him to keep on moving.

You don’t mind being used. Not really. It’s what you’re there for. To distract him from the horrors of the world and remind him that there’s still at least one thing worth living for. Even if it’s just a warm body in a shared bottom bunk. You’re there to ensure that the scowl lines on his face soften and his eyes close in pure, unfocused elation while he forces your hips even deeper into the mattress with involuntary moan that escapes your lips.

[mypoisonedvine]

If you’re not taking multiple requests from people ignore this but you choose: soul comforting levels of Burt fluff, or soul destroying I am Not In A Good Place and I want Joby Taylor to Wreck Me smut. Or stepping on Riddly Boi.

all of these are great options but I'm in the most fucked up mood and I need joby carnally holy shit

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!, some dubcon elements, hatesex, choking, dumbification, pretty hardcore degradation, semi-public sex, overstimulation/forced orgasm, hair pulling, unwanted creampie, just fucknastiness and toxic as hell dynamics with a touch of angst at the end

"Where'd all that attitude go, huh? What about all that stuff about how you couldn't fucking stand me, how you never wanted to see me again?"

"Shut up," you hissed, "just shut up and fuck me, please--"

He shook his head, you could feel it against the crook of your neck, and curled his fingers a little more inside you; you whimpered, arching your back up off the dirty wall of the dirty backroom of this dirty bar. Everything about this was dirty, but you didn't care: the muffled, mediocre rock music coming in through the cracks in the door; the sticky floor under your boots; the smell of liquor and cigarettes and rain and desperation.

This was what you craved. This was what you deserved. This was what you always came back to.

"Please," you gasped again, rocking your hips against his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper until you felt one of his rings inside you-- he must've known what that would do to you.

"M'not gonna fuck you yet," he decided, "not until you beg for it."

"Fuck you," you groaned, but to punish you for your insolence he stopped moving his fingers.

You didn't realize how desperate you were, how much you were not in the mood to be trifled with, until he did that. But it fucking pissed you off-- and in a moment of rage you shoved him away roughly, enough to knock him off balance and force his hand out of your panties.

"Don't fucking taunt me, Joby!" you warned him. "I'm not in the mood for that shit."

"Don't fucking push me," he returned with a snarl, pinning you to the wall. "Jesus, you're such a bitch."

"Whatever," you decided as you started to writhe out of his grasp, "fuck this, I'm leaving."

"Like fuck you are," he spat grabbing you and pulling you back towards him, ignoring your yelp of pain. "You wanna play rough? Fine."

This time when he shoved you into the wall again, it was face-first; you barely turned your head in time to keep your nose from getting squished, but he didn't care, he was too busy roughly yanking your panties down to your knees.

His body pressed against yours, keeping you trapped as he quickly opened his belt and jeans. Spitting into his hand and smearing it over his cock, he forced his cock into you in one brutal thrust. When you whimpered in pain and surprise, trying to reach back to push his hip and stop him from going any deeper, he growled and grabbed your hands to pin you to the wall completely. "This is what you fucking wanted," he reminded you, snapping his hips and burying himself into you completely. "This is what you asked me for-- you wanted to get fucked, right?"

He was ruthless as soon as he started moving, of course; hard, fast thrusts that kept knocking you into the wall as you whined.

"You know better, baby," he cooed, lips nearly pressed against your ear as he spoke, hot breaths fanning your skin. "You know this is what you get, what did you expect? You didn't think I was going to be nice, did you?"

Obviously you didn't-- you don't drag Joby Taylor back behind the bar because you want to be treated nice. But as your body finally adjusted to him, you sighed a little and your head fell back because it did feel nice, in its own way.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he pressed. "Say it."

"I-- I wanted..." you mumbled, struggling to form a sentence at all. "I, uh-- fuck-- I wanted you..."

You felt his smile against your ear, and then his teeth against your neck. "You can barely talk already," he noticed.

But you don't drag Joby Taylor behind the bar because you want to talk, either.

"This is what you needed, huh?" he realized. "Needed to be fucked right so you don't have to think anymore. You always get so stupid when my cock is in you."

He must have noticed the way you clenched inside, your needy gasp when he insulted you like that.

"You like being my stupid slut?"

You managed to nod, at least-- that was probably the best he was going to get out of you for a while.

"You want me to choke you, don't you?"

You nodded again, but his hand was already around your neck.

Technically, you were the only thing that went silent in that moment-- but the static that filled your brain made it seem like everything was muffled when he did that. He only did it for a few seconds at first, just enough time to really focus on the sound of his hips slapping against your ass; your moan was weak and desperate when he gave you air again.

He knew what you could take. Even more than that, he knew what you needed. The next time he pressed his fingers down, he didn't let up until your vision was almost black and the tips of your fingers started to tingle.

Then, when he let go, you made the most desperate and pathetic. "Oh shit," he hissed encouragingly, "you're close, huh? You love it so much, Jesus. About to cream all over me just cause I choked you-- fuckin' filthy."

He cut off your next moan halfway through-- he pushed you even further that time, until you almost tried to struggle even if you barely had the power to, and when he let go you sobbed out his name. You would've been so ashamed to say his name like that just a few minutes ago, but that was back when you had a shred of dignity.

You didn't even have to say anything when you came, you just let out a wavering moan and felt your legs quiver, and he knew. "There it is," he growled proudly. "You always come so fast when I treat you like shit, don't you? What a dumb fucking whore."

Limp and helpless, you melted into it-- you were ready to go blank, be numb, just let the ecstasy carry you until he was done. Joby had other ideas, though.

His arm wrapped around you and his fingers quickly found your clit; as soon as he pressed them against it, rubbing fast circles, you jolted and tried to reach down for his hand.

"N-no, I can't," you began weakly.

"I need one more," he demanded, but it was too much; you whined loudly, shaking and shuddering and trying to jerk your hips away somehow, but obviously you were trapped. Even if the pressure on your clit wasn't enough to make you struggle like this, he was still fucking into you... it was impossibly overwhelming.

"I can't, I can't," you sobbed-- there were already tears in your eyes just from the sensation. "Joby-- fuck!"

"Shh, shh," he tried to soothe you, "somebody's gonna hear if you scream like that."

"Please," you begged-- for relief, for mercy, for just a second to breathe.

"Somebody's gonna fucking hear you," he warned again, much less sweetly than before. And when you still didn't listen to his implied instruction-- because, of course, you were already being as quiet as you could with him putting you through so much-- he found a way to shut you up.

Choking you again, he rubbed on your clit even harder, even faster-- and you were incapable of screaming, but it's what you would've done. It was brutal and raw and almost painful, but you did come again: a sharp, tugging sort of orgasm that he wrenched out of you so aggressively. And the way he never let go of your neck, keeping your pulse suppressed, only seemed to heighten it even more. Your vision went white and you shook uncontrollably for a few moments as the peak of it really hit you.

"Oh my god, oh my god," he praised through his teeth as he fucked you through it. "Shit, baby, feel how tight you're fuckin' squeezing me? Fuuuck..."

You barely registered his words, of course; you had no brain power for any of that. You were hardly even conscious, actually.

"Gonna fuckin' come inside you," he announced, "gonna fill this little cunt-- fuck, fuck--!"

His hand was still tight on your neck, so you couldn't tell him to stop-- you reached back and weakly tried to physically stop him, as if that was ever possible, but he hardly even noticed. It was too late anyways, he was already moaning lowly and slowing his thrusts down as his cock flexed inside you.

He pushed it to the last second, letting go of your neck only when he was finished, as he relaxed behind you and dropped his head back with a deep groan of satisfaction. You still made the most inhuman sound when you had air again, obviously... you choked on your own gasp for oxygen, you sobbed helplessly, you moaned pathetically-- all at once, somehow.

But you still had enough lucidity to kick him away, forcing him out of you a little sooner than he expected. "What the fuck!" you yelped at him, though it didn't sound especially confident when you were still catching your breath.

"What?" he wondered, still looking pretty out of it.

"You came in me?!" you noticed, reaching down and touching your hole to find not only plenty of cum leaking out of you but more soreness than you expected which made you wince. "Aw, dude..." you whined in annoyance.

"Was I supposed to pull out?" he mumbled.

"Obviously!" you shouted.

"Hey, you didn't say anything!" he noticed defensively.

"I couldn't fucking breathe," you recalled.

"You didn't say anything before," he clarified, "how the fuck am I supposed to know--?"

"'Cause you always pull out!"

"Whatever, I'll buy you a pill," he promised, "it's not a big deal."

"I can buy my own pill," you rolled your eyes, quickly pulling your panties back up and your dress back down before you reached for the door.

"You're seriously just gonna leave?" he frowned.

"Yeah, what the fuck else are we gonna do-- cuddle?" you mocked.

"Fine, Jesus, just go then," he decided with a scoff.

And so even though you were still sore and leaking and your knees were still weak and bruises were forming on your neck, you walked out the door and slammed it behind you, shoving your way through the crowded bar and back outside. Though you weren't really sure why, you wiped another tear off your cheek.

[sinsmockingbird]

*taps on mic* Hello ☺️ I leave a gift! 🏃‍♂️💨

Rahu growls in your ear, and her fingers harshly dig into your ass. If she holds onto you harder, you may bleed. She has you lifted enough so that her throbbing cock glides in and out of your weeping pussy with ease. All you could do was mewl and moan as you fist the bedsheets below you.

“That's it, baby. Take my cock like the whore you are.” Rahu's sudden braveness took you both by surprise. She's lost control of herself. The only thought she has is how to claim you and make you forever hers. Each look someone gives you makes her jealous, her need to make you forget every look that comes your way is heightened.

“I'll make you only desire me, no one else!” Rahu would growl in your ear, pushing you down against the bed with her body. She pumps so much cum into you it's unbelievable. She won't let a single ounce go to waste, scooping it up and shoving it deep inside of you. She even bought a special plug for the occasion, making sure none of it leaves you

HOLY SHIT CLAIRE- I was writing pt 2 for the PTN Women As Parents when you sent this in!! Your definitely helping my craving for her but I also think you made it unintentionally worse?! This was so beautiful and now I can't stop thinking things. You better know I'll be sending something in to you now to make you go crazy.

CW: Smut under the cut!

Rahu will have on your hands and knees, one hand pressing your head into the pillow under you while the other is digging into your plush ass. She's pressing herself flush against your back, her mouth right by your ear, letting you hear every growl, grunt, and dirty word she lets out.

It's not often that Rahu gets brave enough to treat you this roughly and suddenly. She's hesitant to ever initiate something sexual, but when she remembers how those girls were looking at you.... fuck she's gritting her teeth in anger and giving you a very harsh thrust.

"Mine," Rahu breathes against your ear, growling in anger as she sees their looks, her nails digging crescents into her skin, almost breaking the skin. "No one elses... no one's whore but mine!"

"R-Rahu-!" The pathetic whine you let out with her name leaving your lips has her groaning.

Her hips will stutter against you, cock sloppily slamming into your aching cock for only a few seconds before she's back to her ruthless, almost painful, pace. She'll move her other hand to your ass, giving it a sudden smack that has you crying more tears, before she's digging her nails into your other cheek.

You can feel Rahu's cum moving inside you, the load she's already released into you. You can feel a bit of it slipping out, and whenever this happens, she's letting out a frustrated groan and swiping it into her fingers before shoving it back into you, letting her fingers stuff inside you alongside her dick for only a brief moment.

"Can't. Let. Any. Go. To. Waste." Rahu grunts each word with a harsh and deep thrust, before letting out a high pitched groan as she buries herself inside you, pressing her body flush against you and pushing your upper body further into the bed.

You black out for a moment as she begins to cum inside you again, filling you up. She's shaking against your quivering body, whining as her cock throbs inside you. With shaky hanes she's gathering every bit of her cum that leaks out of your overfilled hole as she continues cumming.

Once Rahu finishes, she'll slowly slip out of you, a hand quickly cupping your sex as she tries to stop any of her cum from leaking out. She's leaning over to grab something from her night stand, pulling out a pretty little plug before moving to push it into you. The way your body jolts as soon as the plug pushes in, has her cock twitching.

Once she's done, Rahu is clutching your exhausted body against her's, her lips pressing against every bite mark littering your shoulders, while one hand caresses your stomach that's full of her cum.

"Mine... Mm sorry I just- just wanted to show you your mine." Rahu apologizes quietly, cradling your fucked out body gently against her, her sincerity of losing control apparent.

You whisper that it's okay before slipping into sleep, exhaustion from Rahu's fucking finally getting to you. While you sleep, she's holding you gently, getting up at one point to grab a warm washcloth to clean you up. The sight of the plug stuffed in your cunt making her chest well up with possessiveness.

[winstonsns]

hii !! can u plss do gang (minus darry, soda, and pony) x reader where reader's a curtis, like around soda's age? also ur page is soo cute im dying 😭

the gang with curtis!reader (request)

authors note: i’m so glad you like my account!! please enjoyyy 💗

includes johnny, dally, two-bit and steve

word count: 4.2k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, smoking

JOHNNY CADE

you and johnny met through ponyboy after the drive in

your brother was telling him about how the two of you should meet, both of you were the same age and had the same interests

walking to his house, ponyboy said, “y/n will probably be on the couch reading or doing homework or something. she’s real smart, i think you two would like each other.” lightly bumping into johnny’s shoulder near the end in a teasing matter

when they got close to the house, your brother reminded him, “she’s easy to talk to, just make an effort and you’ll be good.” so he nodded and fidgeted with his hands

the two of them walked into the house, greeting you when they saw you watching a movie on the couch, bouncing your leg

“oh, hey pony,” you looked up and down at the boy next to him, “this your friend?” then looking at the boy in the eyes, not looking at your brother when he responded, “yeah. this is johnny. he’s around your age. i’ve told you about him, haven’t i?”

you nodded, johnny sitting next to you on the couch but staying at a distance, wanting you to be comfortable

you took in how he kept looking around nervously, his fingers tapping his thighs, you teased, “no need to be nervous, johnny. it’s okay.” but gave him a warm smile that helped him calm down

you started asking how him and your brother met and became friends, his interests, etc

according to ponyboy, the two of you really hit it off because when both of you saw him the next time, you started talking to him about your conversation with johnny, and vice versa

both of you continued to talk, becoming more and more vulnerable each time, him sometimes coming to your house unannounced to he could talk to you

but one day, he came to your house covered in bruises and blood, limping towards you, nearly falling down in the process

he wasn’t breathing normally, so you worriedly asked, “holy shit, johnny are you okay, what the fuck happened— no, tell me later, let’s go to the bathroom so i can patch you up.”

you helped him walk to the bathroom, him muttering, “it was my dad. i’m sorry i came here, i-i didn’t know where else to go, im sorry…”

the two of you walked into the bathroom and you quickly got out the first aid kit, telling him, “oh, honey, it’s not your fault. you come straight to me when something like this happens, okay? i can help you.”

your hands were shaking, almost as if you were as worried as johnny, unzipping the first aid kit and getting a washcloth, putting it under running water and wiping his face gently, him wincing

you apologized quietly and dried off his face, putting band aids on his knees and arms, hoping the wounds would heal faster

“you feeling okay, johnny?” noticing he hadn’t said anything in a while, staring at the wall, him nodding

“you wanna go to bed?” you whispered, going down to where he was looking, him nodding once again

you helped him walk over to your room, sitting him down on the bed and pulling back the sheets, he took his shirt off and put on more comfortable pants

you got in bed next to him, running your hands through his hair, he stated, “thank you, y/n,” he hesitated before saying, “i think i might like you…” his eyes closed

looking down at him, you smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which started your romantic relationship

the two of you didn’t really ask the other if you wanted to be together, it was just mutually decided without really saying it

whenever others would ask, “are you two dating?” you would agree and say something along the lines of, “yeah, did you not know?”

ponyboy and dally really loved how you treated johnny, he felt alive again and wanted to live with you for the rest of his life

DALLAS WINSTON

the two of you actually met when he was in the station, having to call someone to pick him up because he assaulted some guy and broke his nose

he was lucky that the man didn’t press charges, the police officer came to dally’s holding cell and said, “winston! get over here, get someone to pick you up.”

he responded with a “yeah? and what if i don’t, huh? what’ll happen then?” trying to test the officer’s limits

the officer rolled his eyes and ordered, “winston, you better get your ass over here and get someone to pick you up. now.”

dally got up from his seat and went to the phone, typing in the curtis household number, taking a few seconds to ring before someone picked up

“y/n curtis, what do you need?” a soft voice asked, dally pausing, a bit shocked and hesitant to continue

“hey, uh, think you could pick me up? are your brothers not there?” he asked

you mumbled a “no, i can pick you up. where are you?” and he responded with a “at the station, you know where that is, right?” feeling the need to talk in a gentle and softer voice

you mumbled “mhm…” and hung up, both of you putting the phones down

you grabbed your shoes and it them on, grabbing your keys and walking out the the car, putting it in and driving to the station dally was at

when you arrived at the station, you walked in, dally looked over to see you looking nervous and fidgeting with your hands

“um, hello… i’m here to pick up dallas winston..?” he heard you saying to a police officer

“winston!!!!” the same officer called his name, causing him to run over to you, the officer asked him, “what’s your relation to this young lady?”

he responded quickly, “she’s my girlfriend.” and the officer wanted to confirm it, so he asked you, “you’re dating him?” pointing at him, scoffing when you nodded your head

he told you and dally that you’re free to go, the two of you walking to your car and turning the radio on

he made small talk, apologizing for how he acted before, asking you about your interests and if you’re really soda and pony’s brother, not remembering them talking about you or ever meeting you

you answered all of his questions, even asking him about himself and looking at him occasionally, trying to keep your eyes on the road

you drove him to buck’s after he asked you to, “hey, uh, wanna hang out tomorrow or something? like a diner? you know that one close to the market?” you nodded and smiled, “yeah, i’d like that.” he thanked you and smiled, getting out of the car and waving as you drove away

when the both of you met up again at the diner after he called you in the morning, the two of you bought the same thing, having the same taste buds

you had some food on the corner of your lip, and dally couldn’t handle the urge to say, “you got something there..” and wiped it off your lip, causing you to roll your eyes and smile

that night, he went home with you and basically pulled an all nighter with you, him feeling warm around you, which he realized when he woke up, the two of you on the couch together

he was thinking, ‘oh shit..’ wondering if the two of you dated, if you cheated like how sylvia did

but soda and johnny noticed how he acted different around you, trying to act cooler and funnier, purposely embarrassing himself to make you laugh

so one day, many months into talking and flirting, the two of you were talking when you were called over by your friends

you walked away, soda and johnny replacing you, immediately asking, “when are you gonna ask her out?”

he took a puff of the cigarette smoke, looking at you and saying, “don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout…”

“you’re literally still looking at her, dumbass.” soda pointed out the obvious

“i don’t know man… i’ll figure it out, give me some time…” dally mumbled, soda continuing, “she talks about you all the damn time, it’s annoying. just get with her so she can stop talking about you all the time.” dally nodded and looked away from you, but you were still in his mind

the next day, he came to your house covered in bruises, a black eye and large cuts all over his body, asking, “y/n? y/n, where are you…”

your brothers came to his help first, but he pushed them away, only wanting you to help him

you walked out of your room, seeing dally and lightly grabbing his arm, instinctively leading him to the bathroom where the first aid kit was, scolding him along the way

“oh, dal, what happened to you? are you okay? i’ll help you, ill—“ you stuttered, clearly nervous, dally’s physical state wasn’t good but he looked fine

“hey, hey, i’m fine..” he tried to reassure you, but you wiped the blood from his body, wrapping some parts in gauze if they were severely injured

it only took a few minutes, but he finally explained it was from a few socs, but he hurt them worse than they hurt him

it was an intimate moment, both of you knew he didn’t trust anyone else besides you to attend to his wounds

you looked at him with worry and love in your eyes, you mumbled, “i get really worried about you sometimes, dal…”

he looked at you with both love and worry, just as you looked at him, he got up and gently kissed you

you softly put your hand on his face, caressing him and giving him a kiss on the lips, he asked you, “hey… you’re really important to me and shit, make me feel real happy, better.” and hesitated for once in his life, “do you wanna be my girlfriend..?”

you smiled at him and said, “yes.” gently kissing him once again, feeling a smile against your lips

although your brothers were protective of you and didn’t necessarily want you dating dally, he was protective of you too and treated you well

they learned to trust him with you, to keep you safe and loved

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

you officially met two-bit properly after the drive in, he left with pony and johnny, walking back to your house after the encounter with some docs

two-bit and ponyboy were talking about kathy, two-bit’s ex girlfriend and how she was toxic, but he was over her

“maybe you could go for my sister,” ponyboy shrugged, “in between you and soda’s age, but way closer to yours. you’ve met her before, haven’t you?”

he nodded, stating, “she is real pretty. mind if i talk to her a bit at your house?”

he nodded back, looking at johnny and chuckling, johnny confessing, “you know, i’ve seen her look at you. like she wants to talk to you or something, probably thinks you’re good lookin’.”

two-bit scoffed, the three of them were at your house now and opened the front door, seeing you reading a book right next to soda on the couch, he was watching some movie that you weren’t paying attention to

he looked behind him, feeling johnny and pony whispering and pushing him towards you, “dude, go talk to her!”

he was standing in the living room but tried not to make it awkward, so he stood near the couch and looked at you and your brother, asking, “hey, you two, whatcha up to? oh, you’re y/n right?”

“y/n’s reading some damn book… always stickin’ her nose in them… some romance movie’s on, don’t remember what it’s called though.” soda stated

“oh, don’t call it a romance movie, soda. it’s about a guy in his fucking thirties being attracted to his twelve year old step daughter. it’s messed up,” bickering with your brother, rolling your eyes and looking at two-bit, “yeah, surprised you know me though, you’re keith, aren’t you?” talking in a sweet voice to him

he paused for a moment, soda looking at you even though your attention was on two-bit, your brother giving you a look

he was surprised you actually knew his name, so the two of you continued talking after you put a bookmark in your book, soda was fucking flabbergasted because you could almost never put a book down if you started reading it

three hours passed, you and keith were still talking and soda was passed out on your shoulder, you looked down at your brother and smiled, quietly asking, “are you gonna stay here, keith? you can sleep in my room…” but he politely declined, saying he didn’t want to disturb your sleep and he wanted to sleep in his bed

you nodded and got up, gently laying soda’s head onto the couch after you grabbed a pillow for him

“well… maybe we can talk another time, huh? come over tomorrow.” you looked up at two-bit, smiling at him

he smiled at you and gave you a pat on the shoulder, stating, “i’ll be back tomorrow.” and opened the door, waving at you and walking in the direction to his house

you heard mumbles from behind you, “did you guys kiss yet?” so you looked behind you and shook your head, but you couldn’t help but grin at his teasing

he smiled back and chuckled, getting up from the couch and grabbing his pillow, hugging you before walking to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him

you and two-bit met again the next day, and soon enough, you found yourself seeing him multiple times each week

you grew to have an attraction to keith, in a romantic way, and he liked you, it was obvious to everyone besides the two of you

he was hanging out with the gang once in a diner when ponyboy asked, “hey, when are ya gonna ask out my sister?” and two-bit stopped in his tracks, staring at him dead in the eyes, starting to rant, “what? how the hell did you know, is it obvious? well i mean, i don’t know man, she’s real pretty and way out of my league, but we see each other so much. like multiple times a week to the point where im sleeping at her house, in her fucking room! i wanna get her something and ask her out and stuff but i just don’t know what to get her—“

“take her to some movie, man. doesn’t matter what it is, she’s been blabbing her mouth about you ever since you came over that one time. can never get a moment without, ‘oh, keith said hi to me today!’ ‘he touched my shoulder!’ ‘we talked for hours yesterday!’” soda stated, mocking you at the end and making faces

two-bit was surprisingly more quiet than usual at the diner, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he could do in order to ask you to be his girlfriend

so after being at the diner for an hour or so, the gang headed to the curtis house, so when they arrived, soda opened the door and saw you reading another book on the couch, which was how keith saw you the first time he had a proper conversation with you

your brother walked over to you and gave you a hug, greeting you, “hey, sis. sorry we were out for a while.”

you accepted his apology, greeting the others, “hey guys! hi keith!” you smiled at him and dally nearly pushed him all the way to the couch, forcing him to sit down next to you

you giggled and he widely smiled at you, noticing how the gang went into the kitchen to give the two of you some time alone, “i was uh, wondering if you wanna go to the drive in sometime? to like, watch a movie together. there’s one tonight, if you’re free.” two-bit asked, shrugging at the end

“mhm, sure! any movie’s fine with me, what time is the movie at?” you agreed, asking him a question

he told you it would be around 8pm, so the two of you had around six hours to spare, talking for around four hours, him going home to change and get ready for the drive in

at 7:30pm, you drove to his house to pick him up, both of you talking with elvis’ music in the background

when you arrived at the drive in, you choose a good place to park so you and keith could see the screen, but planning to sit in the chairs

when you sat down, you talked for around ten minutes before the movie really started

the two of you quieted down, occasionally making comments about the movie, which you figured out was a very romantic one

the couple acted like how you and two-bit acted, all close and making jokes with each other, sharing food and being overly touchy with each other

at the end of the movie, it ended with the couple but a very old version of themselves, years ahead in a diner

they were on a date, giggling and all in love, when they were done eating their meal and the bill came by, the two of them stood up and held hands, kissing each other

keith looked over to you, seeing tears in your eyes, immediately asking, “holy shit, are you okay? what’s wrong?”

you nodded, wiping your eyes and saying while sniffling, “i need a relationship like that—“ taking a break to sniffle, “they were so fucking cute together!!!”

he chuckled at how you thought the movie was so adorable that you cried, the two of you made eye contact

he moved a little closer to you, giving you a light kiss on the lips before pulling away to no avail, you pulled him back and kissed him again

the two of you pulled away and smiled at each other, smiling at each other, two-bit finally had the hope to ask you, “would you be my girlfriend, y/n? i’ve liked you for a long time, and um, i really hope this doesn’t ruin our relationship.” getting a little nervous at the end

you smiled at him and nodded, “i would love to be your girlfriend, keith.” kissing his cheek and leading him to the car, driving back to your house

opening the door, everyone was in their rooms, so both of you walked to your room and changing into comfortable sleep clothes, pulling down the covers and getting into bed

you curled up into his side, both of you feeling like the luckiest people ever

two-bit later realized he was missing out after the two of you started dating, thinking, ‘how the hell did i not notice her? she’s amazing, man…’

STEVE RANDLE

steve met you when him and soda just began to get close in elementary school, he went to your house for a sleepover one day after school

him and your brother were in his room when mrs. curtis called them to the kitchen for dinner

at the dinner table, you and soda would sit next to each other on one side, your parents on the opposite side and ponyboy and darry sat on another side, darry closer to you and ponyboy closer to your dad

steve was opposite to where darry was sitting so he was close to soda, but when steve saw you, he realized you were really cute even though the two of you were in the same grade, you never talked though

everyone was talking besides you and steve, not wanting to intrude on the conversation, waiting for someone to talk to you instead

“hey, sis,” soda began to ask, you looked away from your food and looked at him, “you remember steve, right? he’s in our grade!!”

you nodded, looking at your brothers friend for a couple of seconds and smiling at him

steve blushed, thinking your smile was very pretty and tried to make you smile even more throughout the dinner, making jokes to hear you laugh

after that night, every day at school, he would try to talk to you and partner up with you and his best friend if you had to get into a group of three

he noticed you were very smart, he kept making an effort to talk to you for years, and by middle school, your friendship had bloomed and the two of you hung out one on one

but he wanted more than to be friends, he would feel warm when the two of you would talk and would forget all his problems when he was with you

in freshman year of high school, he had asked you to be his valentine after a lot of persuading from your brother

“dude, you need to ask her out! she talks about you all the damn time, like i don’t know everything about you. she likes flowers and candy. get her some chocolate or something, man. or a calculator, she’s been complaining about hers not working for days now…” soda stated, mumbling near the end

when steve came to you the morning before valentine’s day, the two of you immediately started talking and he brought up valentine’s day

“oh, uh, valentine’s day is tomorrow. you ain’t with anyone yet, right?” he questioned

you shook your head, stating, “no, no one’s asked me yet. has anyone asked you?”

he shook his head quickly, then immediately after, he hesitantly asked you, “wanna be together for valentines?” and shrugged

he was almost shaking, his heart beating irregularly when you stared at him for a bit before exclaiming, “yes!! i was gonna ask you but i was nervous, you beat me to it though!” laughing at the end

the two of you were blushing and continued talking, almost as if he never asked you in the first place to be your valentine, but there was obviously something different about how the way you two talked to each other after that conversation, people said you two seemed nearly in love with each other

so steve got you some of your favorite candies, flowers and a calculator for your math class and gave them to you the morning of valentine’s day at school

you bought him a big pack of fun dip because your brother always talked about him having too much sugar from fucking fun dips and a frame of the two of you from the time when you and steve went to a middle school dance together

but when he went to your house after school, the two of you walked to your room, soda walking out of his and winking at steve, doing a making out motion with the air, causing mr. curtis to hit his head with the newspaper, forcing a yelp out of soda

before the two of you went into your room, your dad said, “y/n, keep the door open!!” and you playfully rolled your eyes, smiling and leaving the door open to a crack

you and steve sat on your bed and talked about drama from school, then started talking about a few couples and your own dating lives although they were boring

“thanks for the fun dip and frame. gonna put it on my nightstand when i get home.” steve thanked, smiling at you

“oh, of course! thanks for the candy, flowers and calculator too, mine wasn’t working for a while… but im really happy you asked me to be your valentine, steve.” smiling sweetly at him, there was a moment of silence and he slowly leaned towards you, checking to see if you were alright with what he was about to do

you leaned in quickly into the kiss and put your hands on his shoulders, the kiss lasting longer than it probably should have, when the two of you pulled away, there was once again a slight moment of silence, but it was different

he hesitated before asking you, “i really don’t wanna piss off your brother but… do you wanna be my girlfriend?” and you smiled widely at him, you pulled him into a hug and gave him another kiss, exclaiming a loud, “yes!!!”

he leaned into the hug and smiled although you couldn’t tell, and looked over to the door, seeing soda smiling widely and heard him giggling, “mom!! dad!!”

but because steve and soda were best friends, both you and your boyfriend would get so much information about what the other is saying about each other

soda saw in you and steve what others saw in him and sandy, although you didn’t run away because you got pregnant, you loved being around steve and used to go on double dates with soda and sandy

sometimes he would leave little notes in your room after visiting with soda, or he would put supplies in your desk if you’ve been talking about them for a while

authors note: thank you all for your support! school is ending for me in four days, so i’ll be able to write more in the summer!

[hazbinshusk]

husk x afab!reader. husk loves every part of your body, every sinful, sexy inch of it. but sometimes he fixates on singular parts of you and you're more than happy to let him. or, husk fucks your tits. anon request. 1.2k featuring: tit-fucking, oral sex (husk receiving), a needy kitty.

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“Too good to me, darlin’,” Husk rumbles against your skin, his heated breath tickling against your flesh as his lips trail down from your mouth to the underside of your jaw. His eyes close as you slide your fingers down over his torso, the muscles of his stomach twitching under your touch. You let your fingers linger above his waistband, nails carding through the downy fur there to tease the skin beneath. Husk huffs a pleased sound against the spot below your ear, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin until you let out a hissing breath of excitement. “Feel so damn good…”

Husk’s hands are on your hips, holding you against him. He tugs you closer and you straddle his lap obediently, eagerly, wrapping one arm around his neck. The other continues down his front to smooth over the bulge in the front of his pants, and he groans roughly.

You squeeze him, stroking him through his clothes, and Husk’s breathing grows heavier, needier. His paws slide up over your waist and your ribs, making you shiver as they reach your breasts. He’d had you topless as soon as he’d had the door locked behind you, and the warmth of his paw pads through the thin lace of your bra was intoxicating.

He kneads hungrily at the flesh of your breasts and you moan as your nipples harden under his touch. You release his cock to catch hold of his chin and bring his mouth back to yours.

You kiss the bartender sloppily, all tongue and teeth and Husk growls into your mouth, the fluttering of his wings sending a shudder through you as they sweep cool air over you.

Pulling away from him long enough to unclip your bra and toss it aside, your breath hitches as Husk immediately ducks his head down to bring his mouth to your breast. His tongue lathes over your nipple and you arch under the touch. Your fingers curl in the fur of his cheeks, tease over his ears, Husk’s claws digging into the small of your back as he held you against him.

“Holy shit, Husk…” you whimper raggedly, and he groans against your breast, suckling harder at your nipple. A fang catches the hardened point and you gasp, eyes fluttering as they roll back for a moment. “Fuck…”

“Tasty little thing,” he murmurs deliriously, already far drunker on you than he’s ever been on cheap whiskey. He can barely bring himself to move away from your chest, dragging his cold nose along your skin as he moves to your other breast. He’s exalting in the flavor of your sweat-touched skin and the soft, soft flesh of your tits, and he’s lost in the feeling of you. “Christ, you’re perfect.”

You flush, rewarding the compliment by scratching your fingers through the fur behind his ears. He leans into the touch as best he can without breaking away from your nipple, and you let out a broken giggle at his neediness.

“Such a good boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Husk finally shifts his attention away from your breasts to tilt his head back and meet your lips with his, letting you slide your tongue into his mouth. He whines needily as you slide off of his lap without breaking the kiss, his claws clutching at your waist blindly in an attempt to keep you close. “Uh-uh,” you tell him softly, kissing him again. “You’ll keep being good for me, won’t you baby? You’ll let me treat you nice?”

He’s not used to being the one without control, the one at another’s mercy, but for you… God, he’ll do anything you ask of him. How could he do anything else when you feel so good, taste so good… when you’re looking at him with eyes like that.

So, Husk nods eagerly, boyishly even. “Please, baby…”

You lower yourself to your knees between his thighs, smiling as Husk reaches out to touch a paw to his cheek. His claws tuck strands of hair behind your ear and you actually hear him swallow as you unfasten his pants and press a kiss to his inside of his knee.

Husk growls quietly as you nuzzle against his stiffening cock, the sound growing in the back of his throat as you run your tongue from the base of it to the tip and take him deep into your mouth.

“Fuck…” he mutters as you meet his eye with a full mouth, his claws curling in the sheets on either side of him. You hold his gaze as you bob your head slowly, bringing him to full mast, humming as you feel him swell and harden against your tongue. “Fuck, baby… so sweet…  shiiiiit….”

The last word is drawn out in a hiss as you release him from your mouth only to lean up on your knees and press the soft flesh of your breasts around the length of him.

Husk groans, eyes rolling back and fluttering closed, and your smile widens in satisfaction as you feel him thrust up between your breasts. His claws curl around your shoulder, holding you in place as he fucks himself up into your chest, his eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. It isn’t necessary – there’s no way that you’d willingly move away from him, not when he’s so eager and needy and pretty.

The bartender murmurs a string of breathy curses as he loses himself to the addictively soft touch of your breasts around him, watching with hungry fascination at the way the head of his cock kisses the bruise he’d sucked into the top of your sternum with every thrust.

His head falls back as you lower your mouth to let your tongue catch the tip of his cock each time he slides it upward. “Christ, doll… feel so fucking good…”

Your breath catches as his claws scratch over your nipple, his hips quickening their thrusts. You can taste his precum on your tongue and you suckle at the head of his cock. He groans, claws tightening on your shoulder until they draw blood. You hiss at the sensation and at the way the barbs of his cock tease and tug against your skin.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Husk says it like a prayer, and when he cums against your chest he curses aloud, the word gruff and throaty. You giggle as Husk rubs a paw down over his face with a long exhale, and he gives you a small, affectionate smile at the sound before falling back against the mattress with a quiet thump. “Holy shit, you’re gonna kill me.”

You chuckle again, standing and stripping out of the remainder of your clothes. You climb on top of him, straddling his lap and stretching out over him. Husk hums his approval, hands coming up to take hold of your hips. He moans brokenly as you adjust your hips to slide your cunt over his still half-hard cock.

“’m gonna need a minute, sweetness,” he tells you, despite the hand he trails down to squeeze the curve of your ass.

You smile, pressing a kiss to the edge of his jaw. “Pretty sure we’ve got time.”

He stretches his neck up to meet your lips with his, the kiss long and lingering. You squeak against his lips as you feel his hand slip up between your thighs to tease your clit.

“Mmm…” he rumbles, nose bumping against yours as he grins up at you. “Any ideas on what we can do in the meantime?”

[the-kr8tor]

Bad Idea, Right?

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: A visit from your ex makes you question the break up.

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (she is mentioned wearing heels though), ex! Hobie, CW injury, TW blood, Hurt/comfort.

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Your ankle hurts like you've run a marathon. The new heels you've bought doesn't help one bit, you should've chosen a more comfortable pair if you only knew your date was about to ditch you in the middle of dinner. Now your wallet is lighter and you didn't even get a proper date in. You could've taken a taxi home but just thinking about the surge prices has you risking the dimly lit streets.

You sigh as you finally see your front door, hobbling to it, you unlock it quickly so you could change into your PJ's, watch that new episode and have your feet up with a hot compress right over your aching feet.

The smell of iron and the familiar leather smacks you right over your face. You haven't smelt that in months, turning the corner, you already know who's waiting for you. But you wouldn't have foreseen the state that he's in.

“Holy shit, Hobie!” You run to him, blisters be damned.

Kneeling next to him, you assess the damages like you always used to. He's currently sitting up, his back slouched. His face has seen better days but there's still that charm you've always loved behind his eyes. The suit looks worse, marred by bloodied slashes and tattered cloth.

“‘m okay,” he holds your elbow, the feeling so familiar it brings you back to five months ago, a time before you broke up, before *he broke it off, inevitably shattering your heart into tiny pieces.

“Just a scratch, love.” Hobie looks softly at you, his eye bruised and battered as he clutches at his bleeding side.

“You're bleeding all over my new couch.” Sure enough, your once white couch has specks of blood on it. “What are you doing here? You should go to a hospital in the state you're in!”

He heaves a shaky breath. “I didn't know where else to go.” Squeezing your elbow, his head hit the cushion in a quiet thump.

You hold his cheek gently. This is a bad idea, right? But you know if you don't treat him his wounds would fester, you know him enough to know that he really won't go to a hospital no matter how much you beg.

“Okay, okay, just–” you fight the tears in your eyes. There might not be a relationship between you two anymore but you can't bear seeing him in pain. “I'll get the kit.” Standing up, before you could rummage for the first aid, Hobie catches your hand in his. Thumb rubbing softly over your palm, you swear you felt electricity pass through you.

“Y/N, I–”

“I'll get the first aid.” You cut him off without looking at his face, if you did you might've collapsed to your knees in front of him, kissing him like you used to. Sliding your hands off him, you walk off without looking behind.

Going over to the piles and piles of boxes in the corner, you open one that's labeled ‘medical stuff’ immediately, your eyes zero in on the things you needed.

“You haven't unpacked?” Hobie croaks out, “it's been six months–”

“Five, just five actually.” Turning around, your arms are full of bandages, painkillers and antiseptic and anything else you might need, your tone is full of passive aggressiveness.

“Felt like six to me” he coughs out.

You walk briskly to him, you've got to get your priorities straight rather than biting back at him.

“Stop talking, you're making it worse.”

“My injuries or our relationship?”

You pause, kneeling down to set the materials on the floor as gentle as you can with your arms full. “Both, now shut it, Hobart.”

“‘m sorry”

“Hobie, please.” You look at him, your eyes glistening in the light. “Please just– let me work, okay?”

“Okay” he nods, observing you prepare the materials just like you always do it. But this time you're not completely calm and not making jokes to keep him smiling and awake. You're silent, fingers shaking while you sanitize your hands.

The sound of the clock in the living room becomes annoying as the silence goes on. Hobie's suit now lay discarded on the floor leaving him in only his boxers. He grimaces with every stitch you do in his abdomen. Your touch keeps him awake though, sending little sparks as you gently put the needle in his skin, your gloves bloodied, face fully concentrating, only showing emotion with a frown when he sucks his teeth in when the pain flares up again.

Hobie doesn't want you to hurry up though, because once you're done, he'd have to leave and he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to leave you again since he made the biggest mistake of his life five months ago because of a stupid argument. He admits it to himself every morning he wakes up without you beside him, your side of the bed cold, your things not where they usually are. He can't help but look beside him, wishing the space isn't empty anymore.

He was wrong and he wants you back. He'd be lying if said he was doing well these past five months, he'd be lying too if he said he wasn't thinking of you when he was being pummeled to the ground.

You hate seeing him like this, hell it was the main reason why the fateful fight happened. With a shuddered breath from Hobie, you look up at him to check, maybe you shouldn't have when he looks at you like the last five months didn't happen. Like the last three years together still continued on to this day.

“You look nice.” He flicks his eyes down to your new shoes. “Fancy. Did you go on a date?” He mentally readies himself for your reply.

“I did.” Thinking of getting him back, you could say ‘yeah, I did and it went so well! We're getting married tomorrow by the way!’ or ‘yeah and he's right outside right now waiting for me’ but you don't, you don't have the heart to hurt him with your words, even if he did do that to you.

“Didn't go well” you continue without looking at him, concentrating on closing his wound. “He left me during dinner.”

“That fuckin’ wanker.” He clicks his tongue, his words full of venom for the man. “You deserve better, love”

You look at him directly in the eyes. “Yeah I do.”

His face drops, anger dissipating. “Y/N–”

“What are you really doing here, Hobie? You have friends that could help you better than I could and you still went to me.” Your bottom lip wobbles but you bravely continue on. “You said it yourself, you don't want to do anything with me” your voice wavers.

“I didn't mean it.”

“Then why did you say it? I only told you to be more careful because I hate coming home to you beaten and bloody. I would never tell you to stop being spiderman, I know the city needs you more than I do, but my god, I needed you too.”

“‘m so fucking sorry.” He reaches out to hold your cheek but retracts it back apprehensively.

“I came home tired and angry and I let it all out on you.”

You want to hold him, you do but it's a bad idea, you're trying to move on, you're currently failing at it based on the number of dates you've rejected and all the boxes of things you haven't even tried to unpack because of that damned bit of hope. You'd do anything to see the dimples of his cheeks again. You know it's been hard being spiderman for him, juggling his personal life with being a vigilante; and you hate how you added in another problem for him, but you know the space was needed even though it wasn't wanted. One thing is for certain though, you still love him.

Closing his wound, you pack it in with bandages, the awkward silence is deafening. The package of medical tape crinkles as he watches you with a frown and broken heart.

“You called me selfish” you break the silence, your hands staying over his wound gently, the bandages acting as a wall between you and his skin.

“I did, ‘m sorry” he thinks twice before holding your hand over his bandages. His fingers intertwining with yours slowly.

Unsurprisingly, you let him. Your eyes flicking over to his shining one, his frown makes you crave his smile.

“But…” You continue with hitched breath, “you said you love me in the same breath.”

“I meant it, I still love you.” Hobie takes your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles. You feel his dry broken lips, you want to hurt the one who did this to him.

Coming closer to him, you lay your forehead atop his carefully so as to not exacerbate his injuries. “I still have no idea how you made that whole sentence hurtful but full of love.”

“I'm a lyrical genius, love” he chuckles lowly, raising up to chase your lips.

“Not much of a genius that day though.” You lean away but his hand on the back of your head prevents you from getting away. For the first time in months, you smile.

“I'm a blubbering idiot then.” Hobie slides his hand down to your shoulders, just holding you like it's supposed to be. He has every curve of you memorized, roaming his hand, kneading to ease your muscles.

“That you are, Hobie Brown, my lovable idiot.” You close the distance, kissing him like you've never kissed him before.

Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all.