#idk i wanna rest against a guys chest with his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder as i work on a new project

[poems-of-a-lover]

the urge to sit in a boys lap and wear his hoodie and draw for hours

[miniimight]

Hiiii idk if you’re doing requests rn but I just ADORE how you write Izuku and katsuki like omg-

Anyways- my meds are causing me some crazy nightmares lately and I was wondering how they would handle you waking up from a nightmare???

If you don’t take requests then forget this ever happened :’)

Have a nice day byeeeeee!!!

NIGHTMARES you wake up in a start and wake them up in the process

with izuku & katsuki

notes guys i know ive been away for way too long im so sorry!!! :( i'm in the process of moving so it's stressful T-T thanks for the request, anon, hope those nightmares got/get better :( <3

it was so vivid. your mind sunk into an alternate reality that captured all your senses. you felt yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, faster and faster—

your body jolted upright with a breathless yell and a sharp gasp, the world stilling for a mere second...

and then you leaned over your knees, your lungs racing to catch up with your need for oxygen. your chest felt tight and you squeezed your eyes, remembering that your boyfriend was laying peacefully beside you.

you peeked to your side and found him staring right back—wide, bright eyes piercing into your own—sending a shock through your body.

IZUKU

"god, izuku, you scared me—" you sighed, your hand pressing on your stomach as if that would make the uneasy feeling disappear.

"i scared you?" he sat up further, scooching closer to your side. "you scared me, angel. are you okay? you're out of breath, honey. let's do it together, okay?"

you whimpered softly as you tried to follow his guide. izuku could tell you were in distress and it took everything to stop himself from overwhelming you with questions. he just laced his fingers with yours and squeezed.

"good job, honey." izuku praised you ever-so-softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "feeling a bit better?"

you nodded, frowning. "m'sorry for waking you—"

"angel." he whined, letting his eyes do all the talking. "don't do that! please, don't do that." he actually sounded offended.

you looked away from him, your throat hurting from holding back tears. "it's been happening all the time, though, and you need your rest. maybe i should take the guest room?" you were more talking to yourself than anything, but izuku refused to let you entertain such an idea.

izuku's shoulders slumped, the shock fading as drowsiness began to overtake him. he smiled lazily, fighting a yawn. "y/n, even if i knew you would wake me up every night for the rest of time, i'd still choose to be here beside you."

you turned to face him, the horror of your nightmare slowly fading to the back of your mind. "really?"

"really." he confirmed.

you smiled, letting your head rest on your knees as you stared at him lovingly.

the rustle of sheets and whistle of wind reminded the both of you that it was indeed the middle of the night. izuku tugged you closer by your waist, pulling you back onto the bed. he groaned softly, stretching a little before he relaxed against you. "did you wanna talk about it?"

you pursed your lips. curling into his embrace, you immediately felt warmer. "...not right now."

he kissed your forehead. "don't worry, i'll always be right here to protect you from anything your head throws at you. you just tell me and let me at 'em." he kissed you again before wrapping both arms around you.

his steady breathing and soft snores brought a fond smile to your face. you found yourself falling asleep despite the night's events.

KATSUKI

you both stared at each other for a good few seconds before you spoke up.

"sorry for waking you," you mumbled, still having trouble managing your breathing. you turned away from him, pressing your palms into your eyes.

"no," he whispered with a softness reserved for you only. "you didn't wake me."

you stared at him through the darkness and could see him so clearly. "katsuki—"

"shh, it's okay, baby." he gave you a soft smile, once again reassuring you. "come 'ere."

you sniffed as you inched closer. katsuki gently took your arm and pulled you the rest of the way right into his arms. his hand fell to your waist, tracing little shapes and lines as he allowed you time.

"wanna talk about it?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"okay." he squeezed your shoulder, kissing your cheek. he figured you'd tell him when you were ready—the last thing he wanted to do was stress you out even more. it was hard, not to get all the answers on what was bothering was you... it was in his nature to want to make all your problems go away. "what do you need?"

you hand wound around his torso, hugging him back. "um..." you shuddered as you breathed in. "just you."

he smiled against your skin. "yeah? promise you're not holding back on me?"

you giggled. "yes."

"cuz you know i'd do literally anything—"

you sat up slightly, turning to face him with a swat to his chest. your face burned and it was a struggle to recall the images of your nightmare. "katsuki! oh my god."

"what?" he scrunched his nose. his eyes never left you. "it's true."

you returned to your spot between his arm. "just you."

"whatever you say." he pressed his lips to your temple before he got comfy. he sighed. "goodnight, pretty. wake me when those stupid nightmares bug you again, okay?"

your heart fluttered and your smile grew out of your control. "okay."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[ghostgardn]

no plot needed

synopsis: porn without plot guys idk. stiles stilinski x reader, very horny, established relationship ig. enjoy

a/n: I am FEEDING y'all today jesus christ. thank me later (>ᴗ•)

“Kiss me again.” You whisper. Stiles smiles brightly, pulling you onto his lap. Your knees and shins press into his mattress. Legs separated as you straddle him. Your arms drape across his shoulders, and your hands connect behind his neck. His hands settle on your waist.

Stiles pulls you impossibly close and his mouth meets yours once again. Your fingers thread through his soft black hair. His tongue dancing with yours, and every tug of his hair had him groaning into your mouth. You settle into his lap more grinding softly into him. Pulling back briefly he looks into your eyes.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to have to lock my door.” Stiles mutters into your mouth. Giving you a quick peck.

“Then lock your door,” He raised a brow, which led you to start leaving wet kisses along his jaw. Which was enough convincing he needed. He nods quickly and lets you get up and move further onto his bed. A knock causes him to open the door and peek his head out. Stiles holds a quick conversation with his father before locking and shutting the door again.

“He’s gonna be out for the rest of the night.” Stiles said, approaching you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You smiled brightly and brought his lips to yours once again.

Stiles worked your shirt over your head, and pulled his own off. As he worked your bra off your hands grazed along his chest, pressing down against his stomach. Once he took it off his hands replaced their material. Holding them, two fingers rolled your nipple. Causing your back to arch.

Stiles’ mouth latched onto the other, giving attention to both. He soon started sucking love-bites onto your boobs, blooming purple marks across the expanse of your chest. Stiles dragged his arms down your body, his fingers hooking on the waistband of your sweatpants. Pulling them down with the help of your lifted hips. Leaving you in just your plain white panties.

Stiles stands up and sheds his own pants and is left in his boxer briefs, a large bulge straining against his underwear. He pushed his hair back with his hand and settled on top of you again. He kissed your neck, sucking at your pulse point and making you moan.

Stiles wasted no more time, sliding your underwear down your legs and dropping them to the floor. He lying on his stomach and placing gentle kisses on your chest, working down to your thighs. Eventually lifting them up to rest on his shoulders.

Stiles placed gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs, his hot breath spread against your cunt. Eyes fluttering closed, you felt him kiss your clit. Dispersing soft kisses before upgrading to lapping at your cunt like a man starved. Stiles sucked your clit and teased your hole with his tongue. You felt his arm reach up towards your face, two fingers right in front of your mouth.

“Y’wanna do me a favor?” He asked, you nodded lightly and opened your mouth. Letting him stick his fingers inside. You swirled your tongue around him, and sucked before he pulled them back out again. Stiles then pushed one finger into you, curling it up and thrusting it in and out.

Soon enough a second finger was added. He curled it up just right so he’d hit that sweet spot. That, paired with Stiles sucking your clit, caused your orgasm to rush in. You felt a thick wave of euphoria rush over your body, your legs shook around his head and a loud moan of his name echoed within his room.

Stiles worked you down from your high until you were able to look him in the eye. Your entire body felt on fire. He smirked knowingly, his face glistening with your cum. Stiles kissed you, your cum mixing with his saliva and yours. After a long and deep kiss he pulled back.

“Wanna take my dick, or d’you wanna rest?” Stiles asked seriously, his worry for your wellbeing never fading.

“Mmm-mmm. Want your cock Sti, please. Want your cock.” You whined pulling him in for another kiss, to show him you were fine. He smiled against your lips and nodded. Standing up before sliding his underwear off. Your eyes widened at how large his cock was. You always seemed to forget how thick Stiles’ 7 inch long dick is.

“Think you can take it?” Stiles asked, concern lacing his voice. You nodded very enthusiastically.

“I can take it Sti, please let me try.” You whimpered. “Can I ride you?” You asked, puppy eyes fixed onto his.

“Of course you can ride me baby.” Stiles responded, you very excitedly watched him move to lay on his back. A pillow supporting his lower back so he could look at you.

You took his semi-hard dick, that was laying on his soft tummy, and started pumping it. You spat into your hand and continued to rub him, thumb briefly swiping over the tip. Precum coating your finger. You watched as Stiles’ cock became harder with each pump.

You reached over to his side drawer, pulling out a condom. You ripped the foil open and shrugged the condom over his cock. Stiles watched you lift yourself over him, teasing your folds with his tip. His hips bucked in impatience and you took that as a sign to sink yourself onto his dick.

You moaned the whole way down. Stiles filled the entirety of you, you sank until your thighs met his hips and your clit rubbed against the spot above his shaft. Your hands rested on his abdomen. Still trying to adjust to his girth. Stiles watched you slowly start rising and falling. Rocking your hips back and forth. He started snapping his hips up to meet yours.

You leaned back and used his legs as stability, rolling your hips and bringing yourself up and down. Stiles filled every part of you, his long cock kissing your hilt every time. And with every roll of your hips his thick dick greeted your sweet spot with ease.

Stiles’ moans and groans filled your ears. His hands gripped your hips tightly. Holding you up and pulling you down. His dull fingernails dug into you, hands hot and heavy against your skin. You felt your orgasm approaching, speeding up and bouncing quickly you tried to bring it closer.

“I’m gonna cum Sti,” You whined, pushing yourself up and down harder and harder. Legs shaking with the pressure of staying upright.

“Cum for me babe.” Stiles says, voice hoarse. You let yourself going quickly losing your pace and squeezing him like a vice. He would’ve doubled over in pleasure if he wasn’t already lying down. He thrusted very briefly before coming himself. You lied on top of him, sweaty and still a little shaky.

Stiles pressed a brief kiss to your forehead, lying his head against yours. Soon enough he stopped relishing in your post-sex glow and grabbed a soft washcloth to clean you and him both up. Stiles pushed you into the bathroom to pee while he got you some pajamas ready.

After you finished he presented one of his oversized graphic-tees, and your underwear. You took them gratefully and put each on. Hugging Stiles soon after, he smelled like sweet cologne, fresh laundry, and home. He settled down into his bed and offered you the spot next to him. You cuddled up under his arm and smiled up at him.

“Love you Stiles.” You hummed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I love you too baby.”

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[lovelytsunoda]

mr. ghostface // lance stroll

summary: a trip to spirit halloween with her husband plants an idea in lance's head that he can't quite shake. knowing how stressed his beloved has been lately, he just wants them to have a little bit of spooky and festive fun.

pairing: lance stroll x wife! reader

warnings: straight up p*rn guys, idk what to tell you. there’s some light roleplay, but it’s done in a very playful and loving way so it’s not too intense, a few brief mentions of anxiety, two people that are truly madly and deeply in love with each other. i am going to hell for this.

authors note: i really like this one because it gave me a chance to play around with two people exploring the kinkier side of their relationship in a fun, lighthearted and carefree way, a way that works for them so they can experience the best of both worlds sexually. i had a lot of fun with this one, and now all I need is a lance in my life :)

there were few stores that y/n stroll loved more than spirit halloween. even now; as a married adult woman, there were few things she thought she could enjoy more on a fall afternoon than walking through the halloween store with her husband, a mcdonalds milkshake in one hand and her beloveds hand in the other.

lance was having the time of his life, delighting in scaring the bejesus out of his wife using the pedals that activated the animatronics. she would always jump, and clutch his arm for dear life, even if she partially knew what was coming.

wife. husband. neither of them would ever tire of calling the other, even after one year of marriage. lance was always saying things like “I’d like you to meet my wife”, or “have you met my wife yet” whenever he met someone new or reconnected with an old friend in the paddock.

their relationship seemed to have never left the honeymoon stage, bursting at the seams with love.

“babe, babe!” lance gushed, fumbling to get a hanger off the display wall. he held up the red costume corset, dangling limply off a plastic hanger. with his other hand, he grabbed the sequinned devil ears hanging above it. “you would look so fucking hot in these.”

she blushed, choking on her milkshake. “lance! outside the house? no fucking way, I’m not that bold.”

“you don’t have to wear it outside. in fact, i was hoping you’d wear it somewhere else. somewhere a little more…intimate.” lance hummed, his hands now resting on her waist, the corset back on the display wall as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“baby, i don’t even think that would fit me. that’s way too small for my ribcage, much less my boobs.” she laughed, slipping her free hand into lances back pocket and resting her head against his bicep.

lance chuckled, kissing her hairline again before reaching to the wall and grabbing a plastic mask. “oh, what about this?” he laughed, slipping the scream mask over his head and turning to his wife.

“whats your favourite scary movie?” he rasped, before breaking out into laughter. “come on, babe! we could be ghostface and casey!”

she laughed, trailing her finger up lances chest before yanking the mask off his head. he pouted playfully, and she laughed before she kissed him gently.

“absolutley not:”

“oh, I’m getting the mask.” lance insisted, taking the plastic from her.

she shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. she didn’t really care if lance bought the mask or not, she just wanted their couple costume to be a little classier than a fictional serial killer and his first victim.

“it’s your money.”

_______________

she sat at the living room desk two afternoons later, finding her attention span increasingly reaching it's breaking point as her bleary eyes wandered away from her laptop screen and towards the picture window, watching the changing leaves on the trees outside. everywhere around her, fall was settling in on the quebec countryside.

"babe!" lance's voice carried from their bedroom. "are you busy? i wanna show you something!"

technically, she was busy. she had a big project due at work, but she was practically begging the universe for a distraction at this point. closing her laptop, she pushed herself back from the table and started walking through the ranch house. the tile floor was cold against her bare feet as she passed through the kitchen, poking her head down the hallway in hopes of finding her husband.

"lance?"

she heard a closet door opening behind her, and when she turned around, she jumped, shriek piercing the air.

"you and that goddamn mask."

lance laughed, face hidden behind the white plastic ghostface mask. "sorry, babe. couldn't resist."

after her initial shock faded away, she realized that aside from the black silk pajama pants on his lower half, the mask was all that her husband was wearing.

"please don't kill me, mr. ghostface." she pouted, wrapping one slender leg around her lover's, running a hand up his bare chest, feeling every muscle and ridge. "i wanna be in the sequel." she wanted to kiss him, but with the mask, that would be hard, so she settled for gently kissing his collar bone. "what's all this for?"

lance raised an arm, pushing the mask off his face. “you’ve been really stressed lately. the other day, i watched you worry about the health implications of having onion rings with your sandwich because you were worried you haven’t been eating well this month.”

and that was true: she had been more anxious than usual, and her intrusive thoughts had been much more pervasive. she’d been trying to get back into a routine, following stretching videos on YouTube and going for walks, trying new recipes. but she was still having trouble falling asleep, keeping focussed. hell, she was even having trouble keeping the routine.

not getting lost inside her own head.

she kissed him gently, resting her body weight against him. lance still made her feel like a teenager in love, her teenage dream. even after a year of marriage there was still so much to look forward to.

like, apparently, nineties slasher roleplay in bed.

"i love you." she hummed, nuzzling into his neck.

"love you more, pretty girl." lance smiled, kissing her forehead. "take fifteen minutes and go make yourself feel sexy, i'm going to get some things out of the freezer for dinner. i'll make that pasta you like?"

“sounds like a plan.”

she tiptoed into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her before stripping out of her leggings and the baggy shirt she had been wearing, trading her cotton panties and wire bra for a short corset top and silk pajama shorts in a deep royal blue. the little silver “l” pendant that she wore around her neck fell gracefully against her skin, hair falling around her shoulders.

she could hear clattering coming from the kitchen. it was lance fumbling around to get the ground beef out of the freezer and into a bowl of cold water to defrost.

she popped open the bath and body works spray on the dresser, mist dusting her skin with body glitter. her spine tingled in anticipation of what was to come, goosebumps rising on her skin as she settled on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other so her shorts rode up, showing off more thigh than was necessary.

lance was a sucker for thighs. specifically hers.

the door creaked open, and lance crept into the room, the mask over his face once again. he paused before the end of the bed, and she was momentarily pissed off that she couldn't see the way he was looking at her. but she knew what that look in his eye would be: pure love and adoration.

"you look stunning." he whispered, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he brushed his hand up her leg, to her thigh. "hey, don't take this super seriously, okay? we're just having a bit of fun."

"i know." she took his hand in hers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "just be gentle with me."

"always."

she dropped his hand, and he brought it to her face, gently caressing her cheek as she looked down at her through the mask.

“what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“hmm, the one where I make it to the end?” she quipped, smiling up at her husband.

“oh, i think I can work with that.” he hummed, running his thumb down the side of her face, down the side of her neck, over her shoulder.

she giggled, flinching under his touch when he brushed against her neck. she had always been ticklish there.

“how are you going to make it worth my while to let you make it to a sequel?”

she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide and leaning back on her palms. the fabric of her silken shorts had moved just so that lance could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, a slight dark spot beginning to form on the fabric.

she could hear lance exhale, his breath reverberating against the mask. “you spread your legs pretty fast, darlin’. is this what you want? to let mr. ghostface have his way with you?”

his tone was lighthearted, his voice curling up into gentle laughter at the end of the sentence. it kept the carefree nature of their usual sex life embedded in the scene, despite its adventurous nature, which she would forever be thankful for. she could see the outline of his rapidly hardening cock through his silken pants.

“oh, yes, mr. ghostface.” she purred playfully, playing right into lance’s hands as she palmed one of her tits through the cups of the corset top. “please.”

he grabbed her leg, hiking it up and over his shoulder, dragging her to the edge of the bed and spreading her open for him. she gasped, falling back onto her forearms and pressing her chest up.

“jesus christ.” lance exhaled, his fingers brushing over her sopping entrance. “you’re dripping for me, sweetheart. is this turning you on? you want me to ravish you?”

“yes, mister, please.” she whined, pressing up against the pads of his fingertips. “touch me.”

lance slipped two fingers inside her with very little warning, barely giving her time to adjust before he started flexing his digits rapidly. she moaned under his touch, falling back against the bed.

“uh uh, darling. eyes on me. i want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”

his fingers brushed against her sensitive walls, and she bucked her hips against his hands before struggling up to her shaky arms, moaning even deeper at the sight in front of her: leg up on her husbands shoulder, the mask on his face, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he finger-fucked her.

“that’s it, my good girl. my good, beautiful girl. so good for me.” lance hummed, his thumb coming down to circle her clit. “there better not be a single anxious thought in that head of yours.”

and for the first time that day, there wasn’t. she had crumbled under lances touch, her head empty the second he had kissed her in that hallway. she loved it.

loved him.

“oh god, lance,” she breathed, allowing herself to slip out of character as she reached for his wrist. “i think I’m gonna cum!”

the hand that previously kept a bruising grip on her leg dropped to reassuringly rub circles on her thigh. “I’ve got you, love. just close your eyes and ride out. cum on my fingers, you know you want to.”

she closed her eyes, arching her back as she felt her pussy contract, sucking lances fingers in and refusing to let go as she fell apart around him, whining his name as he scissored his fingers, dropping her leg and trying to guide her through her climax.

he withdrew his fingers, now covered in her release, making sure that his wife was watching before he lifted the mask just enough for her to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth, sucking up every last drop.

she whined at the sight, and would have clenched her thighs together if not for lances leg holding them open. instead, she found herself grinding against his thigh as he lovingly cradled her wrist against the mattress, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re so good, pretty girl. so perfect for me in every way. i hope you know that.”

“I know.” she giggled, pressing against him again. “thank you for doing this:”

lances nimble fingers slipped underneath the lacy cups of her top, taking her nipples in between his fingers. she writhed under him, exhaling his name.

“you don’t have to thank me, pretty girl. you just need to scream my name.”

“that can be arranged.” she was certain that her shorts were soaked; they would need some extra stain removal methods when she did the laundry.

lance could feel it too; a dark spot forming on his pants where she rubbed against him. he was starting to sweat under the mask, his hair matted to his face and his breathing heavy.

he slipped a finger underneath her bra strap, teasingly dragging it down her shoulder. she shivered under the sensations, knowing full well how she must look.

lust-drunk, face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, pupils dilated.

and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

normally she’d be above begging. but not tonight. not while he was looming over her and fulfilling a fantasy she didn’t even realize that she had.

"please, please, i need your cock." she whined. "i need to be fucked, mr. ghostface. please."

under the mask, lance smirked. he wished he could kiss her, feel her whine into his mouth. “baby, baby, you never need to beg for me. because that means I’m not treating you right.”

“then put your cock in me!” she whined, nudging him with her leg.

chuckling to himself, lance pulled her shorts down her legs, dropping them to the carpet before he got up and slowly shed his own. his wife watched from the bed, butting her lip so hard he thought she might draw blood as she watched his rock-hard cock slap against his abs.

she couldn’t help it, one hand gently palming her clit as she watched lance stalk towards the bed, his breathing loud from inside the mask. despite the lack of control there appeared to be, she knew that she was 100% in control of what was about to happen.

lance gently pushed her hand away from her swollen clit, crossing her wrists over each other and holding them down with one hand. her breath hitched as he ran his cock up and down her folds, her hips bucking, trying to take what little he was giving her.

“are you ready for my cock, princess? are you ready to fucking scream my name?”

“yes, lance, please stop teasing me.”

he slid home in one swift movement, switching his grip on her wrists so that he had one wrist in each hand as he roughly drove into her.

her eyes practically rolled back in her skull as she moaned, her tight center squeezing his cock.

“oh, fuck.” she breathed, closing her eyes with an exhale. “fuck, you feel so good inside me. so deep.”

“you’re doing such a good job, pretty girl. you’re taking me like such a good girl.” lance praised, thrusting harder before loosening his grip on her wrists. “take off the mask, baby. I know you want to. let me kiss you.”

she reached up with one hand, eyes bleary from the pleasure she was feeling as she grabbed on to the black hood of the mask, gently tugging until the mask fell away.

“oh no, now I know your face.” she joked, playing along with the scene. “whatever will I do now? please don’t kill me mr. ghostface.”

lance laughed, leaning down to kiss her. he but down gently on her lip, sucking her bottom lip in between his own. “well, we have two options. I can make you my partner in crime.” he paused, reaching down to pinch her swollen clit. she jumped, squealing in pleasure. his hand still pinned one of her wrists to the bed, the other hand leaving red marks on his shoulder as he continued to pound into her. “or I could make you cum so hard that you forget my face and decide not to turn me in.”

she giggled, pretending to think it over. “I think I’ll take the orgasm.”

“good choice.”

she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his dick even deeper inside of her. he let go of her wrist, bracing himself on the bed while she dug her nails hard into his back, leaving scratches behind. he dropped his lips to her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to her ticklish skin. she giggled, squirming underneath him.

lance loved it when she laughed during sex. to him, there was nothing sexier than seeing his wife let go. no anxiety, no self-consciousness. it made him feel close to her.

“my beautiful wife.” he grunted, rutting into her hard enough to push her body up the bed. she whined his name, arching her back to press her nipples against his chest.

the skin to skin was what she loved the most. that feeling of being as close as you possibly can to another person.

“oh, baby, right there.” it came out broken and raspy, and she found herself trying to hide her face in her husbands neck. “fuck, that feels so good.”

her walls fluttered, and lances thrusts faltered as he struggled to hold himself up. “are you close, baby? it’s okay, I’ve got you. you can let go.”

she clung on to him for dear life, skin flushed and juices dripping down her thighs. she couldn’t form words, nothing but incoherent whining coming out of her throat. she felt so full, so loved, the coil in her stomach threatening to snap as lance presses his lips to hers, sucking on her bottom lip and bringing one hand down to rub circles on her clit.

“lance, I’m cumming!” she cried, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her body around him, shutting her eyes tightly as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. you did so well, princess. you looked so pretty with my cock inside you.” he said softly, kissing her forehead as he guided her through it, feeling himself start to reach his own limits. “where do you want me to finish, pretty girl?”

she barely had the energy to respond, still trying to get her breath back as her legs shook from overstimulation, tears pressing at the corners of her eyes. “inside me, please, god, I need it.”

“fucking hell.” lance grunted, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against her sensitive skin as he went. “god I love you.”

he moaned as he dropped his head, nuzzling into her neck as he came with a howl, his cock jerking as it painted her walls white with his release. he stilled, peppering her face in kisses.

“I love you, baby. I don’t like seeing you stressed.”

she hummed, tangling her fingers in his hair and looking up at her husband. “I love you, too. thank you for saving me from myself.”

lance pulled out gently, his wife whimpering at the newfound feeling of emptiness. she clenched her thighs together, watching as her lover got up from the bed, pulling his silk pants back on.

“oh, babe, put in different pants.” she laughed, playfully throwing the ghostface mask in his direction. “those ones are probably gross as shit right now.”

“they’re not as bad as yours.” he shrugged, fishing a clean cotton t-shirt out of their shared dresser. there was something so casually intimate about sharing a dresser. “come on, let’s get you out of that corset.”

she sat up, pulling the comforter over her bottom half as she lazily leaned back into lances touch. his fingers glided down her back, unhooking the corset clasps and kissing over the red marks where the hooks had dug into her back. she raised her arms and he slipped the shirt over her head, watching the fabric billow gently over her features.

lance settled in next to her, and she rested her head against his chest, gently tracing his tattoo with her fingertip.

fortune favours the bold.

“you work too hard. it’s not healthy.” he hummed.

she sighed, leaning into his touch as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I know. once this project has been handled, the big boss is giving us some time off.”

“that’s good. maybe we can go somewhere. it doesn’t have to be anything big, maybe maine or calgary?”

“yeah, that sounds nice.” she rolled over, supporting her weight on her forearm. “thanks for this, by the way. and for keeping it fun.”

“of course. any time you want me to do all of the thinking for you, just let me know. that’s what husbands are for.” lance slowly started to sit up, easing her back down to the bed to remind her that she needed rest. “I’m gonna go start dinner. go to the bathroom, have a glass of water, and remember to rest, okay? I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

she smiled, rubbing his arm gently as she looked up at her husband “or I could come to the kitchen and watch. you know I think it’s so hot when you cook, especially when you do it shirtless.”

“oh yeah? maybe I should get a chefs outfit for the next time we spice it up a little.”

“in your goddamn dreams.”

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[20doozers]

★knuddelig birthday★

TW: fluff, some kissing and cuddling, untranslated German, m!reader implied

A/N: I’m sorry if this is shit I really rushed this fic since Gustav’s birthday is today :(

The bedroom was dim, the soft light of a cloudy dawn peeking in through the bedroom windows casting a comforting glow over the two men cuddling in bed. It was an awfully gloomy day for Gustav’s birthday but Gustav didn’t quite care, peacefully asleep with his boyfriend wrapped up in his arms; held against his bare chest. Gustav loved days like this, late mornings spent sleeping and cuddling in their shared bed; even on tours they would get hotel rooms around whoever’s birthday it was, leaving a few days long break to celebrate and relax before resuming the tour.

Gustav hummed, gently pressing a kiss to your head to sooth your sleepy stirring. But the moment he heard soft grunts of consciousness from the figure wrapped up in his arms he smiled.

“..Guten Morgen Schatz..” he whispered softly, his voice deep and husky with sleep as your arms tightened around his bare waist.

“Mein kleines Hündchen…” he murmured affectionately, burying his face in your hair as your head was gently tucked under his chin, your body pressed against his chest in the cocoon of blankets and warmth.

“Mmh… happy birthday Schatz..” you sighed into the crook of his neck, your arms resting sweetly around his waist. His bare skin was warm against yours, his touch gentle and voice husked with sleep. Sure it was early in the morning but you both knew you’d both be asleep again for a while, or you’d both stay in bed until the afternoon.

Bill and Tom were throwing a party for Gustav later in the night so in reality both of you didnt have to get out of bed any time soon. Gustav never liked big spectacles and parties so you knew it’d just be the band, you, and some close friends for tonight’s party and gustav was fine with it.

“Schatz…?” You murmured, pulling back slightly too move face to face with him.

“Hm..?” Gustav hummed back, slightly raising an eyebrow at you as his arms drifted down to wrap around your waist.

“… I- is it okay that I didn’t get you a gift? I couldn’t find anything I thought you’d like..” you were a bit scared to admit it, but you knew Gustav wouldn’t be mad, he never was over something silly like that.

“Mhm, I don’t mind Schätzchen you know that.” Gustav murmured, bringing a gentle hand to the back of your head to pull you into a gentle kiss. You kissed back of course, his lips sweet with the taste of sleep and minty toothpaste that lingered from the night before. The kiss was slow and gentle, filled with love as if you were everything he needed.

“Promise..” he whispered sweetly when he broke the kiss, pecking your lips once more before smiling. “You’re all I need anyway maus.”

“Really..?”

“Yes really, now shush and go back to sleep. You can make up for the missing gift after the party anyway..” Gustav whispered, chuckling softly at his own suggestive tease, yet his tone was full of pure love and honesty. You could feel your cheeks burning as he pulled you impossibly closer; sleep quickly reclaiming both of you as you were tangled in eachother’s arms.

YAYYYY!!! This is for gustav’s birthday! Idk why I don’t make Gustav fics that often, but I do love him just as much, trust me. I usually get my ideas from various edits or clips of them and I never see any gustav edits on TikTok :( anyway, take care of yourselves, love you guys!

Tags: @itsmealaiahh @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @cherry-rawr @divinelolita @d0wn-in-the-morgue & @billskeis (Also let me know if you wanna be on my tag list!)

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — you can’t wait to spend nagi’s birthday with him, but first you have to get him out of bed.

warnings: none! sfw, very soft mornings ! note: HAPPY BDAY TO MY STARBOY :3 idk if this’ll be the last instalment for nagi week but we shall see ! i hope u guys enjoy this ! i’m just so in love w my dreamy boyfie &lt;3

“seishiroooo~ sei! wake up!”

your voice is hushed, still barely awake yourself but still loud enough to rouse nagi from his sleep when it’s paired with quick presses of your lips along his features, making him grumble from his place wrapped around you. waking up in the mornings was so bothersome at the best of times —but then he hears you laugh as you swipe the snowy bangs from across his cheeks and he huffs before moving closer.

“eh? what is it? ‘m so sleepy, don’t wanna get up yet.” there’s familiarity in the way you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders as he pushes himself into you, hugging himself closer as he grumbles, lips pressed into the crook of your neck.

“happy birthday, sei!” you giggle again as you push yourself away slightly to look at him — making nagi give you a confused sort of pout before your hands are on his cheeks and his gaze is on you as his heavy lids peek open gently.

“ah, thanks.” his voice is hoarse with sleep still, a low drawl as he leans into your palm and you think it’s cute the way he’s fighting to keep his eyes open — letting them drift closed slightly when your thumb brushes his cheek. it was always charming how much he seemed to melt into you, all drowsy kisses and whispered sleepy babbles about how warm you felt as he tries to push himself back into the hug of your chest.

“hey! don’t go back to sleep, you’ve not got your present yet!” you’re pouting now, placing a few butterfly kisses to his cheeks before you shoot him your first smile of the day and you notice the way nagi’s lidded gaze still seems to glow when you breathe out a small “seishiro?”

“hm?” his cheek leans into your palm and you feel the weight of his hand smooth under your shirt, tracing messy, wobbly hearts into the skin underneath like he’s letting you know he’s listening, narrowing your eyes when you notice the way his lips are pulled back into his own sleepy pout.

“i wanna give you your birthday present!” you laugh again, a more tender sound before you pepper a few more kisses to his temple and the snowy haired striker seems to perk up at that.

“but ‘ts so early, getting up ‘s such a pain.” nagi’s words trail off at the end before he’s successfully managing to pull you back into him, letting his hands graze around your waist so he can trace touches up your spine as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he was always warmer in the mornings, clingy— like he’s relying on you to be his own personal blanket after kicking his own off in the middle of the night.

but since it’s his birthday, you let him bask in your embrace for a little longer — fingers tracing through the messy mop of white hair that lays across your skin just like you know he loves. you rest in the few moments of solitude until you feel your boyfriend’s breathing settle and you breathe out a gentle sort of laugh before you’re peeling yourself away from his (thankfully sleepy) grip and making your way towards the edge of the bed.

your feet press against the wooden floor as your legs hang over the edge, but it catches you off guard when you hear nagi’s voice sound again from beside you. you feel his hand reach out to wrap around your wrist gently as he keeps you resting on the mattress, his cheek pressing into the pillow as he blinks up at you like he wasn’t just asleep a moment ago, but you guess it’s reflexes expected from a striker. “where you going?”

“i’m gonna get ur gift.” you try to reason but you hear him hum before he’s attempting to tug you back into him, just enough for his arms to wrap around your waist so he can drag himself to rest in your lap when you turn to look at him.

“no fair, can’t we jus cuddle a lil longer right now?“ it’s pretty and drowsy the doe-eyed look that nagi sends you as he turns to rest on his back — gazing up at you from your lap with a warmth similar to the sun when it kisses your shoulders. but it’s convincing, so you still find yourself softening as your fingers continue their ministrations on his scalp — making his eyes close softly, in a way that makes you want to lean down and kiss him awake again.

“hmph, sei! i can’t believe you’re even too lazy for gifts.” you pout, a little teasing even though you know they can wait, you just can’t deny how excited you feel to give him a few little things you know he’ll enjoy.

“eh, don’t be mean to me. ‘ts my birthday, y’know— can’t leave me yet, sleeping without you ‘s such a drag.” but nagi’s just as clean cut as ever when he replies despite the weight his words seem to carry that make you feel suddenly warm. he wasn’t an overly affectionate person when he spoke — so you know he means it when he’s turning so he can wrap his arms around your waist once more before nuzzling into your stomach.

“can you play with my hair more, please?”

“you’re barely awake and you’re already being spoiled.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[ieatkeyboard]

Luxiem Boys Reacting to You Getting Your Period

Warnings: AFAB, Nicknames Beautiful/Gorgeous, bLERRRRRD(Blood), Suggestive at the beginning. Also I feel like I've posted something like this before but I can't find it on my page anywhere so- Idk

VOX: He kisses your shoulder as your legs begin to shake. "There we go...Good Pet..." He took you in his arms and carried you too the bathroom and when he sat you down to run the bath, you noticed the blood on your thighs. You sighed and he put his hand under the water. "What is it, My Love?" "I um...Got my period." - He'd hold your hand and take a washcloth from the counter, gently wiping the blood away with cool water. - He'd set you in the bath and wash you off, praising you and telling you not to be embarrassed - He'd wrap you in a towel, run a brush gently through your hair, give you kisses here and there - He grabs you a pair of underwear and one of his shirts and lets you do your thing (Your choice whether you use tampons or pads) - He'd carry you back to bed and rub your back under a heating blanket - You're boutta have the best sleep of your life - He handles your mood swings well! He gives you space when your upset and holds you when you're sad

MYSTA: You rest your head on his chest as you catch your breath, you're boyfriend laying under you, rubbing circles into your hips. "You did really good...Wow.." You chuckled and kissed his cheek and then you felt it. a lot of hot liquid run out of you. "Did you just cum again or?-" You groaned. "I was supposed to get my period today. I'm so sorry." "You're what?" You explain as you sit up and the second he sees blood he panics. "DID I DO THIS??" - You know he means well and he tries to help however he can - He gives you chocolate and fills your hot water bottle - You guys watch a movie of your choice and answer any questions he has - He handles your mood swings kinda well- If you cry he hugs you and laughs when you explain why you're sad but his laugh is cute so it cheers you up. When you're mad he'll take a stuffy off your bed and do a little "puppet show" so you stop giving him the silent treatment :,)

LUCA: You went to stand up but your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your back. "Mmmm...So soft" You giggled and rubbed his forearms "I need to go to the bathroom, Cutie" You turned on the lights of the bathroom and as you sit down you see the blood on your thighs. "Ugh..Are you kidding me-" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" You ran back to your bedroom to see Luca's abdomen and well...y'know...covered in blood. You felt humiliated. "Hey! It's okay! I mean- Uh- Are you okay?? You don't need to be embarrassed! It's alright!" - You two shower together and he holds you close, wrapping you in a towel and covering your face in kisses - He snuggles you in bed, makes you food and whatnot (Thankfully not killing the kitchen in the process) - I'd also like to think that if you're into the kitchen and you lean over the counter because cramps can go CHOKE ON GLAS- He presses himself against you and rubs your lower back (I'M SCREAMING OH MY LORDY LORD) - He handles your mood swings. Period. He tries his best- If you're sad he tries to cheer you up with horrible jokes (You laugh anyway because it's cute) and if you're mad he hugs you and asks if you wanna play with him (Any game of your choice)

[ghostiexe]

Student!Wilbur x Reader

hi hi i found this in my notes :) no idea how old it is and i don't remember writing it (it's also not proofread, might not be finished) but i figured i'd put this out into the world

words: 1,519

cw: light angst (with comfort), wilbur cries a considerable amount, biology homework (?? idk)

Studying with Wilbur is usually fine. 

Usually, because sometimes, you guys get a little bit too close and he looks at you like that and your stomach starts to cramp from the butterflies and you get lightheaded from holding your breath as he leans in to help you solve your problems. 

Today is one of the days where it’s not fine. You take shallow breaths as Wilbur leans over your shoulder on his bed, peering at the worksheet you’re filling out. His breath fans across the expanse of your shoulder and neck. You have to clench your shoulders to stop yourself from shivering, blinking hard and clearing your throat. 

You turn to look at him, feigning annoyance. “Do you mind?” You ask, glaring at him with no heat behind your gaze. He huffs softly and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“No, I don’t mind at all.” He tells you, and you can practically hear his smug grin. You groan and shake your head, hunching over and continuing to write down your answers, eyebrows furrowed. He follows your action, shifting behind you and pressing his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your middle. 

You try to ignore it for a minute, but you involuntarily melt into his touch, pausing in your work for a moment. 

“You’re being awfully clingy.” You note, adjusting slightly so that you’re in a more comfortable position. He groans and presses his face into your neck. 

“Bad day.” He mumbles, reaching a hand out and pushing away your homework. 

You frown, not protesting when he moves your sheets. He’s more important right now, anyway. 

You lean against him and rest your hand on his, which he has placed on your stomach. “Wanna talk about it…?” You ask, gently rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. He shakes his head, and you feel how his eyelashes brush your skin with the action. 

“Not right now.” He says, pulling you closer and sighing. After a moment he lets go of you. “Sorry.” He says, putting his face in his hands. “I probably shouldn’t be distracting you from your work, you need to get it done.” He sounds a bit guilty, and it makes you frown. 

“No, no, no. Wilbur, it’s okay.” You say gently, turning your body so you’re facing him. “You’re more important than my stupid biology homework right now.” You insist, tone soft as you reach for his hand and squeeze it. 

You watch as his expression shifts, eyes welling up with tears as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Oh.” He says, sniffling. “Really?” He asks, like he wants to make sure you’re not making a terrible mistake. 

You nod and let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head against his shoulder. “Of course you’re more important. You’re my best friend.” You whisper, and you feel it when a few of his tears drop onto your shoulder, followed by his head resting in the crook of your neck. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh softly, rubbing his back. 

You stay like that for a while, Wilbur quietly crying as you hold him, though at some point he shifts to be sitting in your lap to make it a little more comfortable for the both of you. One of his hands drifts up to your hair and starts to gently card through it while his tears start to dry up. 

You let your hand fall away from his back down to his waist, mirroring your other hand. He sniffles and then lets out a shuddering breath, looking down at  you with an expression you can’t quite comprehend on his face. 

“Wil…” You whisper, one hand going up to cup his cheek. “You want me to get you some tissues?” You ask, and he nods, crawling off of you. You stand up and go to grab them off your nightstand, then sit back down by him on the bed. He reaches for them but you ignore the movement and start to wipe away his tears yourself. 

You’re bewildered when he starts to cry again, dropping the tissue and desperately trying to wipe them away with your thumbs. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You ask, a little bit panicked. 

He shakes his head and sobs, pulling you into a bear hug, arms wrapped so tightly around you that you wouldn’t be shocked if he cracked a few of your ribs. 

“You’re just too sweet to me.” He sobs out, burying his face into your neck again. “You’re so perfect.” He pulls you impossibly closer, and you wheeze. “I’m just being a good friend.” You say, sounding confused, and suddenly the pressure eases up and you suck in a breath. You watch as Wilbur lets go and presses his face into the palms of his hands. You frown and pull his hands away, tilting his face up to look at you. “What’s wrong?” You ask. 

His bottom lip trembles and he stares at you silently for a minute. You wait. 

After a while he clears his throat. “I’m sad.” He says. 

“Okay. Why?” You ask. He looks down at his hands again.

“Because we’re friends.” He mumbles. You drop your hands away from his face, frowning. 

“...what?” You ask, head spinning with confusion. He whimpers softly and his hands scramble to find yours, gently squeezing. 

“Not- not in a bad way.” He rushes to say, sounding a little panicked. “I love you. I’m glad to have you.” He says, then glances around the room like he’s searching for the right words to say. He licks his lips and swallows. “I… I’m sad… because we’re just friends.” He whispers, frowning. 

You stare at him, stunned, and he must think you’re mad because he immediately starts talking again, sounding panicked once more. “And I know it’s selfish, I know. I- I don’t think I’m entitled to you or anything, I don’t want you to think that- that because we’re close that it means I deserve to be in a relationship with you or something- I’m… I’m not trying to be a ‘nice guy’.” He blurts out, squeezing your hands. “I just like you. Really, really like you. Romantically.” He adds. 

You don’t know how to respond. Your breath has become a little bit shallow and you wouldn’t be surprised if you genuinely pass out. “Will.” You manage to whisper. He looks back up at you, dried tears on his face, eyes red rimmed, and somehow still beautiful. You lick your lips and try again, but you can’t find the words. So you lift a hand and gently wipe a tear away, staring at his lips. He swallows again, and you lean a little bit forward. He tenses but hesitantly follows your lead, leaning in as well. Your hand drops from his cheek down to rest on his shoulder, and you lean in to kiss him. 

It’s not perfect. Your nose bumps against his and when your lips meet it’s tentative, the both of you scared to go too far. But it’s a kiss, and you blush a little bit. You two pull away slightly and he opens his mouth, like he wants to speak, but he just shuts it again and gently squeezes your hand that’s still in his. 

He sighs softly and leans in again, tilting his head to the side slightly and you do the same. It’s better this time, less clumsy, and you let your eyes fall shut into it, scooting closer to him. He cups your cheek and you can practically feel how unsure he is, his other hand ghosting all the way from your shoulder to your knee before finally resting on your hip. You break the kiss and sigh softly, leaning your forehead against his and shivering. 

He scoots closer to you and gently rubs his thumb across your cheek as he rests his head against yours. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat and speak up. 

“I like you back, if I haven’t made that clear.” You say, and he lets out a soft incredulous laugh before gently nosing at your face and kissing your cheekbone. He takes his hand off your face and wraps his arm around you, pulling you into him. 

“I’m glad.” He whispers, pressing his face into your shoulder. “...do you maybe want me to be your boyfriend?” He asks, sounding hopeful. You lean into him and hug him tightly. 

“Yes, I want you to be my boyfriend.” You say, pressing your face into his hair. He gently squeezes your hip with one hand before sliding his arm around his waist and pulling you into his lap. 

“Okay.” He whispers. “Thank you.” 

“Why are you thanking me?” You ask, and he hums softly. 

“I don’t know.” He mumbles, pressing a light kiss onto your shoulder, through your shirt. “Just for everything, I guess.” 

You pull back and wait for him to look up at you before you smile gently at him. “Thank you, too.” You say quietly. 

He leans in and steals another kiss.

[the-kr8tor]

I would but I don't like the sound of it popping- LET ALONE AGAINST MY SKIN.. Daily Hobie HC! Crushcrushcrush by paramore. All I'm sayin- Hobie has had a pretty big crush on you for a while now, but he never figured how to approach you about it. Of course, he could act casual around you, but when it came to even the mere thought of feelings, everything stumbled. You were probably slightly worse, with the same crush on Hobie. You felt more prone to freezing up around him if his arm just accidentally brushes against your body in some way, or anything like that. He could notice how your eyes always seemed to follow him in a way, which gave him the small flicker of hope that perhaps, you did reciprocate. However, none of you have ever been anywhere close to confessing due to the constant, lingering question of what if there's no reciprocation on the other end. Hobie couldn't help but notice your features when his eyes drifted onto you. The way your hair fell to frame your face, or how your eyes sometimes shone whenever you saw something that you liked. Another thing you both were afraid of, was possibly ruining the friend group if you guys got together. You had them in mind, thinking the worst scenarios of how they'd react when they found out that Hobie and you were dating. You would dwell on it, but even the tiniest aspect of the thought of Hobie and you being romantically involved made your heart beat harder in your chest. The only time where the two of you have gotten anywhere close was in the comfort of nobody else but Hobie by your side. Sometimes on particular evenings, you guys would be more physically closer than usually how close you'd be with friends around. His hand tentatively rested against your waist, not wanting to ruin anything, while you laid your head on his collarbone, sitting there on the brick wall in silence, not wanting to be confrontational in any way. The nights where Hobie had been laying in bed with the memories of the evenings where you'd gotten pretty close, but he never wanted to disrespect you and kiss you without you being willing for it. Hobie hated the situation you both were in, so close to each other yet so far. He wanted to pull you close into him and say everything on his mind, to reassure your insecurities and say fuck you to anyone with a problem, but he never did out of respect. Every lingering touch, every caught gaze or prolonged eye contact felt like something out of a dream. It made your mind go hazy and your body heat up, stomach twisting into tight knots. On one particular evening, you had seen Hobie sitting at the usual spot on the brick wall. You quickly hoist yourself beside him, not even daring to meet his gaze. Hobie stares ahead, leaning back slightly as he feels your body press up against his. It felt like something illegal, due to how rare it happened and the circumstances. He settled his palm warmly against your side, keeping his touch light in case you wanted to push him away or you felt uncomfortable. You never did, but Hobie wanted to be sure. After some minutes of silence as usual, Hobie's face neared yours slightly, yet his eyes were glued onto whatever was at the front, still somewhat unsure and even shy. You lean in yourself, slowly, hesitantly. After what seemed like hours of shy moving in, your lips finally met his. One of Hobie's hands move from the edge to cup your face softly, his callouses brushing against your cheek. When Hobie and you finally pulled away, he chuckled briefly at the way you hid your face and pulled yourself closer into his body, turning to the normal position you would usually be. Leaning against him, head resting on his collarbone with his hands delicately placed on your waist. (If only it wasn't a dream. - Optional ending cus idk if i wanna be nice or mean so you choose.) -🐦‍⬛

Oof yeah that does sound scary when u put it that way! I had a classmate who literally cried whenever someone rubbed two balloons together

Daily Hobie HC ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Oohh paramore! I need to listen to that

GASP THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!! Reminds me of having a crush on someone in school 🤭🤭

WIXBIWNZQOSN2OW THEIR FIRST KISS?!! THE WORRY THE APPREHENSION BUT THE NEED TO KISS AND TELL YOUR FEELINGS WAS TOO STRONG!!!! AUGH THIS GOT ME LONGING FR

The way r hid their face on Hobie's shoulder 🥺😍 (they're just like me fr)

If i was in their friend grp I'd let them kiss so we can finally achieve world peace

I love how casual yet so loving this one was 🥹🥰🥰

BAHHAHAHAHA broo I'd be so mad if u actually added that in!!! So mean to me 🐦‍⬛ 😔

[arabaka]

Dad Reigen putting his jogging routine on hold as he becomes too busy between work and your kid. Maybe he even let's the stubble grow out a bit. Doesn't notice until one day one of his button ups feel just a tad bit more snug than usual. He begins to feel a little self conscious over having let himself go a bit, but you more than assure him that the dad look absolutely suits him and that you're not any less attracted to him now than you were when you first started dating.

*₊˚💬୧ ohohohoh. this. does things to me.

tw:// breastfeeding (?) idk man. LMAO

You hear him curse under his breath when it happens. It catches your attention because there's an air of sadness to it that's so... Unlike him.

"What's wrong, love?" Your words hang in the balance, the only sound occupying the space around you being the gentle suckling from your infant having breakfast. You ask but you know, recognizing that hesitant sway one does in front of a mirror when they don't like what they see.

"Shirt's a little tight." Reigen has never been good at hiding his emotions from you and he knows it to be true then, ears burning with anticipation of what you're going to say. He knows you'll comfort him but he doesn't want to be in this situation in the first place. He can't help but already chide himself, for not doing enough because now he's... This. And after all the work he put into himself in the first place.

You multitask, it's what you've become an expert at over the last few months. Baby now over your shoulder, your hand softly patting his back, you shimmy off the mattress and come to Reigen's side. "Oh, honey..." The way he looks at you breaks your heart, eyes sullen with disappointment and a forced smile on his face that he knows won't trick you but he tries anyways. Call it a force of habit.

"Man, I didn't wanna spend money on new clothes." He grumbles, straightening out the shirt in a hopeful attempt that space will be made somehow.

Resting on his shoulder, a little bounce to you as you continue trying to coax a burp from your baby, your eyes meet in the mirror, "It's not about the money, is it?" Before he can rouse a response, your baby gives you what you want: a quiet burp with - you guessed it - spit up.

Baby cleaned up and the dirtied rag tossed to the side, you flip him over so now it's three sets of eyes on the mirror. You give Reigen a reflective smile, a precursor to the sweet words you have in store for him, "You know I love this little guy... And you know how I feel about what the pregnancy did to my body." Your baby giggles, arms out stretched for his dad's reflection in the mirror. "But you still think I look good, right?"

"O-Of course!" Reigen balks at the mere suggestion he wouldn't find you attractive. Hell, you know how crazy the sight of you makes him.

"And I feel the same. No matter what. If you didn't have to go to work and Shigeo wasn't awake, I'd have you on the bed right now." That makes him chuckle. You're on the right track. "It's still you. And you always look damn good."

You trade with Reigen, your baby nestled comfortably against his father's chest while you come to wrap your arms around his waist, still beaming at him in mirror. "We both look different but we both still go crazy for each other. We're going to have those kind of days... It's human nature. So when you do feel a little low about yourself... Let me pick you up, okay? Because you're just as handsome, just as hot as the day I met you." You kiss his arm then reach up for his lips.

The kiss is tender, sweet, loving... It's everything he needed. You and your son are all he's ever needed. He feels full, complete even.

"Love you." He murmurs to your mouth, which you take happily as you steal another kiss.

"I love you too."

[stvharrngton]

roles reversed

a/n: I don't know what to say about this lmao idk what possessed me when I wrote this okay. again horrendously bad at titles

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k 🤡🫣

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), edging, sub!steve, also dad!steve bc I said so

“You all set, kiddo?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Got your backpack?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Brushed your teeth?”

“Yes, Daddy!” your four year old squealed now, at Steve’s incessant badgering.

You watched the scene before you unfold, your daughter perched between your legs as you braided her hair ready for her weekend at Aunt Robin’s. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you watched Steve pace around the kitchen, hands on his hips. Domesticity really did suit him.

“Alright, all done, bug.” you said with a pat to her tiny shoulders and a kiss to her head, “Now go give Daddy a hug and kiss goodbye.”

Your daughter lept off the chair and skipped over to Steve, where he scooped her up in his arms. He spun her around as she squealed and giggled, pressing kisses all over her face. Your features turned soft, eyes all fond at the family you’d made for yourselves.

Robin arrived a few minutes later, barrelling your kid off into her car, promising her the most fun weekend of her life with her favourite aunt. She teased you and Steve as you stood in the doorway, urging you both not to get up to too much mischief during your weekend alone.

You all said your goodbyes, waving and blowing kisses to your baby as Robin reversed out of your drive. Steve’s lips were pressed to your temple as you sighed, that little pang to your heart that always came back with a vengeance when your friends would offer to take your daughter out for the day, or you would drop her with your Mom for the night.

Closing your front door behind you with a click, you slouched against the wood, Steve’s eyes trained on you carefully.

“So, what do you want to do with all this alone time?” you simply asked him.

He chuckled, stepping ever closer to you, “You.” was all he said, his large hands coming to rest on your waist.

You rolled your eyes at him, tutting, “Is this why you begged Robin to babysit this weekend? So you could get into my pants, Harrington?” Your arms encircled his neck now, fingers toying with the messy strands at the back of his head.

“What?” Steve feigned hurt, “A guy can’t want to fuck his beautiful wife, no?”

You giggled at his statement, “I never said that.”

It was true, it had been a while since you and Steve had an ounce of time alone together. No time for hands to wander and explore skin they had memorised, no heated make out sessions wherever you pleased without being interrupted by your daughter’s tiny cries.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” he asked, his nose skimming the slope of your own, his lips barely brushing over yours, “You could put on a pretty dress, get a nice dinner, hm?” Steve kissed you properly now, it was soft, sensual, sweet, “Let me spoil you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, his low sultry tone, voice like velvet, but you could think of nothing worse right now. Features twisting in conflict, your fingers drumming on the back of his neck.

“Could- could we do that tomorrow?” you spoke quietly, eyelashes fluttering up at your husband, “I kinda just wanna be lazy today,” you shrugged your shoulders, “with you.”

Steve chuckled, hands skimming up and down your waist, a kiss to your forehead, “Sure, we can do whatever you want, honey.”

And you did. You lazed on your couch all day, laying inbetween Steve’s sweatpant clad legs, nursing whatever junk food you had in the house. Doing nothing but enjoying each other’s company. When it came time for dinner, Steve ordered your favourite takeout accompanied with a bottle of wine, a random movie popped into the VCR only to serve as background noise.

Your head lay on his chest, his arm slung around your shoulders as he pulled you in close, his lips pressing kisses into your hairline as your fingers drew shapes on his thigh absentmindedly. They danced up the length of the muscle, skimming over his hips before delving underneath his t-shirt, nails scratching lightly at the happy trail that disappeared underneath the waistband.

Steve tensed at the gesture, his hand squeezing your shoulder in response. Your fingers continued their ministrations over his stomach as you shifted your chin to get a better look at him.

He pinched your chin between his finger and thumb, raising his brows at your pout, “What, sweetheart?”

Your eyes bore into his big brown ones, warm and inviting, “Kiss me.” was all you said.

The man all but smirked at you, hand coming to cup your cheek now, warm thumb stroking over the soft skin there before he lent into you. Steve’s plush pink lips encasing your own, skin tingling and mouth watering. Your fingers reached up into his hair, tugging at the unkempt strands. Steve groaned a little at the feeling, he kissed you harder now, nose prodding into your cheek.

You took the hint to push him a little further, moving to swing your leg over his thighs so you were straddling him on the couch. Steve’s hands came to rest on your ass, large hands squeezing the flesh over your cotton shorts. You licked into Steve, tongue pushing into his mouth to mix with his own, feeling the strain of his hardening cock below his sweatpants making you feel a little dizzy.

Your hands were everywhere, tugging on his hair, pushing on his chest, balling up the fabric of his shirt into your fists. Steve couldn’t think straight, his brain essentially mush, his hips rutting up into yours as he pushed yours down to meet his own thrusts. He felt needy, desperate.

Chest heaving and breath panting, you broke the kiss. Your eyes were glazed over with lust, desire, gaze flicking to Steve’s kiss-bitten lips and wild hair. You stood from his lap, fingers lacing with his own as he followed suit.

“Lets go to bed,” you whispered, leading him out of the room as you started up the stairs.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Steve quipped, spinning you around so he could plant his lips on yours again, walking you down the hall to your bedroom. You let him have this slither of control, his hands squeezing your hips as he kissed you with fever.

You smirked into the kiss pushing him back onto the plush mattress, his body hitting the sheets with an oopmf. Steve saw the change in your eyes, your usual piliant flicker now a controlling glint. A dark haze clouded your gaze as you crawled atop Steve once more.

Steve’s personality was dominating. The need to care for and protect those he cared for often transferred into the bedroom. Which you never complained about, he had you writhing and coming undone beneath him more times than you could remember. Sometimes though your roles reversed, and Steve was more than happy to submit to you.

Settling into his lap you pushed his shirt up his abdomen, lips pressing chaste kisses on the scars and freckles that decorated his skin. You pushed the fabric more before Steve did the rest for you, throwing the garment to the floor. Your hands revelled in the newly exposed skin, lip and hands exploring.

“Fuck,” he breathed below you, “can- can I touch you, baby?” his voice was shaky, breath heavy and cheeks pink, “Please?”

You gnawed on your lip, nodding in response, “Yeah, you can touch me, Stevie.” you hushed, discarding your own shirt before reaching for Steve’s hands to place them on your tits.

Steve groaned at the pet name you only used in times like these, the feel of your breasts in his hands, fingers squeezing and groping, finger and thumb rolling a nipple between. A soft moan escaped your lips as you keened above him.

Your hips rolled over his once more, lips connecting with the skin of his neck, skirting along the scruff of his jaw before settling on that spot just below his ear lobe, teeth sucking a mark he’d jokingly scold you for later.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, honey,” Steve admitted with a breathy chuckle, hands rubbing up and down your bare back. Steve’s words were sticky sweet, saccharine that went straight to your pussy.

“Mhm,” was all you replied, standing again from his lap to rid yourself of your shorts and underwear and you swore you heard Steve’s breath hitch in his throat. His tongue slithered out from his lips, licking over the red skin at your bare body.

“Want you to eat my pussy, Stevie,” you delcared, pulling on his sweatpants now, thankful that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His pretty pink cock springing free, a hiss left his lips at the cool air, “that okay, baby?”

Steve nodded fervently, hands reaching out to bring you closer to him.

“Ah, ah,” you tsked, “lay back down.” you demanded and Steve was sweating. Cock painfully hard and leaking already. Eyes wide and mouth agape as you climbed over his chest, cunt inching ever closer to his waiting mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as you lowered yourself over him, his arms encirlcing your thighs as your hands came to grip the headboard above your bed. One hand coming to swipe the stray strands out of his face,

“Go ‘head, baby.”

Steve needed no further instruction, tongue darting out to lick into you like there was no tomorrow. He ate your pussy like a man starved, swapping between curling his tongue into your entrance and sucking on your throbbing clit. His spit mixing with your click, surely making a mess of his pretty face.

You mewled above him, hand coming to grasp and play with your tits, tweaking your nipple just right, “Makin’ me feel so good, Stevie,” you whined, “so good at this, making my cunt drip all over you.”

He groaned right into you, his ministrations sending vibrations right up your spine, your coil winding tighter and tighter. You glanced down at him, Steve’s eyes squeezed shut, his brow furrowed, focused, on licking and sucking everywhere he knew you liked best.

Hips rocking absentmindedly, essentially using Steve’s mouth to get you over the edge, his nose bumping your clit with every roll, “Shit,” you wailed, fingers fully tugging on his brunette locks to hold him in place as you fucked yourself on his tongue.

His hands squeezed the fat of your hips now, pads of his fingers digging into the flesh there, his bruising grip surely to leave a mark. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of you using him how you damned well pleased, hips rutting up into thin air behind you. And Steve swore he could have cum right there and then.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you mumbled, hips now dragging your pussy over the flat of his pudgy tongue, the tip of his nose stroking your clit just right, the sight of his wild hair and dreamy brown eyes boring into your own essentially getting you over the line.

You writhed above him, head thrown back as your orgasm peaked, mumbles of fuck and just like that and yes, Stevie, all tumbling past your lips in a jumble of pants and moans. Steve kept licking and sucking until you couldn’t take any more, the overstimulation too much.

Moving off his mouth, you slid down his chest, sitting pretty on his stomach as you lent back on your palms. Chest heaving and forehead sticky with sweat, you took a minute to catch your breath.

The tip of Steve’s cock brushed against your back and he winced, throbbing and heavy. His palms came to rest on your thighs, stroking soothingly, snapping your gaze back to him.

“Kiss?” he asked, voice minute, and you giggled not being able to resist. So you leant back up now, hands braced on the smattering of hair across his chest as you pressed your lips together. You sighed at the taste of yourself on him, the wet feel of your slick covering his mouth and chin, glistening in the low light of the room.

“Baby,” he whined, “shit, you gotta- you need to touch me or something,” his hips canting upwards, his dick rubbing over the swell of your ass, “‘m gonna fuckin’ explode. Christ.”

You giggled at him and Steve could have cried, you truly were a vixen, he thought. One hand reached behind you, delicate fingers ghosting over the length of him, “Like that? Is that what you want, Stevie?”

He groaned, “Fuck, yes, fuck, baby. More, need more.”

You gave him a final squeeze right at the base of his thick bush, before swinging your body off him and switching your position so you were sat atop his stomach, bare core still leaking arousal on his skin, but you had your back to him, your body and hands facing his aching cock.

You bent forward, dragging your nails up his calves, over his meaty thighs, a light touch to his balls before dragging them up his shaft. Steve wailed from behind you, panting and whining and moaning.

Gathering spit in your mouth you let it fall from your lips onto the tip before you used a hand to spread it over his dick. The cool of your saliva touching him made him let out the most delicious groan, hips stirring and cock twitching beneath you.

You began to work him with both hands, twisting and gliding up and down his cock at an agonisingly slow pace, choosing to squeeze lightly at the angry pink tip.

Steve was already embarrassingly close to his orgasm, all the muscles in his thighs and tummy clenching and constructing. His big brown eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks flushed as he dragged his arm to lay over his face, incoherent moans of oh fuck and please, baby, please filled the quiet of your bedroom.

Keeping up your pace you began to work his head, your fingers a circle tugging up and down over the sensitive part of his cock, your free hand rolling his heavy balls in your palm.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve whined, thighs spread wide beneath you, toes curling, “please be careful, shit, please be careful.”

You could only smirk at the neediness in his voice, tone a notch higher than usual as he keened below you. Your hand never relented, keeping your ministrations going, doing so well to unravel the man you were sat on.

Steve had to take deep breaths, deep pants escaping his wet lips, his hand coming to grab at the flesh of your ass, fingers digging into your skin as he pleaded with you, “Please can I cum, shit, please can I cum, baby,” he begged now, “oh, please please please.”

His thighs trembled on the bed, you felt him tense and you knew he was right there, one or two more pumps of your hands and he’d be spilling all over them. So, you stopped. You removed your hands and braced them on his thighs instead.

“Oh, fu-uck,” Steve’s whine was long and drawn out, drawing long shaky breaths in and out of his pursed lips. You watched as his cock twitched below you, angry and throbbing, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

His hands came to rest on your waist now, fingertips digging into the bare flesh of your hips, thumbs stroking up and down. Steve’s hips stirred beneath you, his feet planted firmly in the mattress as his knees bent. Desperately trying to find any kind of friction.

Your fingers ghosted over his shaft again, the pad of your pointer fingers finding his slit, spreading the leaking pre-cum all over.

“Baby, please, I-” he started, cutting himself off with a moan as you squeezed his head once more, “I need to- you gotta let me cum, shit, angel, please, feels so good. Can’t hold it.”

“Hm?” you breathed out, your hands building up the pace again, bullying the tip of his cock, “Need’ta cum, Stevie?” you asked, tone low and enticing.

“Yes, yes, so bad,” Steve’s thighs trembled, hips rutting up into your hands, “please I- I’ll be good, baby, so good for you, please.”

Your cheeks flushed at his admission, heat rising up your neck, your cunt fluttering at the affect you had on him. You could only imagine what he looked like behind you. Eyes glassy and hair wild, his face flushed red and lips pink and bitten.

Your hands never stopped, leaning forward again to dribble more saliva onto Steve’s cock as you felt his stomach and thighs tense all at once, so close to orgasm once more. He moaned beneath you, “Fuck, I’m gonna-” but you cut him off as soon as your hands left his cock again, leaving him on the edge.

“Alright, baby,” you spoke, lifting yourself from his stomach, your gaze flitting to the wet patch of slick you’d left on his skin, “I’ll let you cum, but I wanna see you.”

You finally got a good look at Steve, his face was tucked into the crook of his elbow, other hand fisting the sheets of the bed. His neck and chest was slick with sweat, a thin light sheen covering his skin. His mouth was hanging agape, breathing heaving with vigor. Steve looked so fucking pretty like this.

So you crawled back on the bed taking your spot between his stretched out thighs, you leant down to press soft kisses along the skin there. Your hand found his that was clutched around the sheets, your fingers encasing his fist, thumb rubbing soft circles there, “Y’okay, Stevie?”

He nodded, a throaty whimper escaping his lips. He unclenched his fist, letting his fingers slot between your own. Your fingers glided up the protruding vein on his cock.

“Words, baby,” you whispered, “come on.” Your tongue darted out to lick a stripe up the underside of his length.

“I’m good, angel,” he hushed, “just- please,” Steve cried beneath you, as your hands came back to his dick, stroking and pumping up and down, “please, please let me cum.”

Steve was gone. Unbelievably fucked out, vision bleary as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. Pain and pleasure mixing deliciously, head dizzy and moans incoherent. You decided you’d teased him enough, brought him to the edge enough times just to let his orgasm fizzle out.

“Okay, Stevie,” you hushed him, your hand continuing to pump his thick cock relentlessly, “cum for me.”

And that was it, Steve’s hand squeezed yours in a bruising grip, back arching up off the bed as all the muscles in his body tensed. His orgasm rolled through him like a freight train, his brow was furrowed as he whined and whimpered beneath you. Steve cried out your name like a chant, moans of praise and thank you’s left his lips as his chest heaved.

His hot cum spilled over your fist and his stomach as he rode out his high, thighs shaking as his head hit the soft pillows beneath him. Steve’s eyes fluttered open as he caught your tongue lapping up the remnants of his orgasm off your hand, a fuck whispered into the room.

You stroked his thigh soothingly, crawling over him to press a soft kiss to his lips. You felt him smile into the kiss, tongues mixing together lazily and languidly. You chuckled softly as you stood off him, leaving him with a kiss to the slope of his nose.

Leaving him to collect his breath on your bed, you grabbed a warm cloth to clean up the mess on his stomach. He chuckled lightly at the gesture, a soft blissed out look on his face, thoughts of how the roles are usually reversed.

You climbed into bed beside him, head resting on his chest as your fingers came to trace the moles and freckles that littered his skin. His arm slung around your figure pulling you in close.

“Y’okay?” you whispered into his skin.

Steve hummed, his lips pressing into your soft hairline, his fingers dancing up and down your bare back.

“More than.”

[hawkinshighdropout]

Fairies Wear Boots.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

**Part Two Can Be Found Here!!**

Summary: Eddie has major heart eyes over the new kid in school, Y/N, and can't help but feel like a hopeless little puppy at the mere sight of you. As one of the few people in Hawkins that dressed how he did, you had his heart at first sight.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @realeddiemunsonstandup. “please write an Eddie fic where he totally falls for a badass chick/metalhead type I would read the fuck out of that ad ik it's not a popular oc character idea for Eddie but I wanna see it so bad”

Word Count: 1.6k

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“Who, the hell, is that?” Eddie mumbles to his groups of misfits who sit around the lunch table all adorning the same Hellfire T-shirt, voice full of intrigue and awe at the sight of you entering the cafeteria.

Glancing up from his spot, Dustin follows his eyeline until it lands on a you. Raising his brow, he’s then focusing back on his DND book and mumble his answer to Eddie. “Oh, that’s y/n, she’s in my AP science class. She’s really smart, like. Spooky smart. She’s also really nice, I think you’d like her if you got to know her.”

It took Eddie about 0.5 seconds after Dustin had finished talking before he leapt from his seat and came bounding over to you like an excited puppy. Tapping your left shoulder before ducking to hide behind your right, causing you to do a little spin in confusion until you’re face to face. Giggling to yourself, you roll your eyes fondly before folding your arms across your chest.

“May I help you?” You asked, voice full of amusement whilst glancing the taller metal head up and down.

Today you were wearing a slightly oversized Slayer shirt tucked into your black, high waisted skater skirt. Your fishnet tights ripped in a couple places from where you’d leant against something sharp. Black Dr. Martens on to your feet and your hair in a low bun, a few strands cascading down your face to frame it. Your hair was a natural colour, but you had a few coloured streaks throughout which you changed out depending on your mood once the first colour faded.

“Just wanted to introduce myself and see if you wanted to sit with us? My friend said you’re new here. Dustin? Uh.. Henderson?” He offered information like word vomit, clearly nervous rambling as you looked at him. “Oh, and I’m Eddie!”

“I know Dustin, he’s funny. Ah, you’re Eddie? He never shuts up about you, I started to think you were a myth.” You chuckled to yourself, starting to walk over towards his table as he guided you.

“Not a myth, just a legend.” He smirked, standing at the head of the table as he went to introduce you to his friends. “Nerds? This is…” he starts, realising he didn’t get your name. Well technically he did, via Dustin, but you hadn’t told him that.

“Y/N! Hey, guys.” You smiled at them.

They all smiled and talked over themselves to introduce themselves to you, you only catch a couple of their names. Moving in unison to shift down a seat to let you sit near Dustin and Eddie as those are the only ones you really knew.

“Cool shirt” Mike praised, to which you smiled and thanked him. Going on a small rant about how much you loved their music. Eddie looked smitten with you in seconds. A gorgeous woman who loved metal music? A woman after his own heart.

You all exchanged information like favourite bands, favourite movies, hobbies, and interests. Finding yourself to be incredibly comfortable and on the same level playing field as these kids as everyone seemed to have a common interest. Nerd things. You found yourself to be most like Eddie, both in age and music taste, but the rest of the guys all loved the same kind of movies that you did. Ghostbusters was a common favourite here.

Before you knew it, lunch was over, and everyone was packing up their things to head back to their next class. You said goodbye to the guys, and they promised as they left to invite you to their next gaming session. Lucas making it very clear that you could sit with them whenever you wanted and that you were always welcome, causing you to smile.

“So… Who’s class is next?” Eddie asks you; you pluck out your schedule from your pocket before groaning in annoyance at what you read.

“I have English, what about you?” you questioned, pocketing your guide once more before he grins right across at you.

“English. Let’s go.” He said, gesturing with his elbow as he’s stuffing his hands nervously into his pockets. You follow alongside him with a smile, suddenly English didn’t sound so bad if you got to spend it with company.

Sitting beside Eddie at the desk, you bring out your notebook and pencil case as the teacher began writing on the board. Feeling your side get poked, you glance across at Eddie with a confused expression.

“Got a pencil?” He looks at you with a shy smile, to which you grab out a spare pencil and pass it his way. You’d think he come prepared as it’s not exactly /his/ first day, but you didn’t mind helping out the cute rocker to your left.

He thanked you with a wink, scribbling down some notes as the teacher rambled on. Both of you weren’t really paying attention if you were being honest with yourself. You’d be passing notes back and forth between you both, mostly just harmless flirting and even joking about the fact both of you have no idea what’s going on in the class.

Opening up the crumpled piece of paper to read the latest of Eddie’s notes, cheeks flushing in response as you reread it to make sure you hadn’t imagined it.

“Wanna hangout after school?” The note said.

You furrow your brows and look in his direction, he’s biting down on his grin and nervously playing with his fingers. Raising a brow in your direction as if to show that he’s waiting for a response, you clear your throat and lean over a little with a hushed tone.

“You wanna hangout with me?”

Nodding eagerly, he was a little pink in the cheeks whilst he shrugged his shoulders, folding his arms across his chest as he leant back in his chair to get comfortable.

“Duh, babe. Of course, I do.” He whispered, but you could tell by his tone that he was certain.

“Okay, yeah, sure.” A little flustered, you nod your head and tuck the note into your pocket, seeing there’s only a couple minutes left of this class anyway. “I’d like that.”

Packing up your things along with the rest of the class once the bell went, walking beside Eddie as you found your way to your locker, switching out the books in your backpack for those you needed for the next class. You bump into Dustin and Mike on the way, smiling over at them as they greet you.

“Hey, Y/N? Wanna come to the movies after school with us? We’re gonna see Back to The Future!” Dustin grins, bouncing on his toes in excitement.

“Sorry, Dustin… Eddie already asked me to hangout after school. But, if you don’t mind seeing it again, we can go this weekend? I still wanna see it!” You compromise, shooting him an apologetic smile.

“No problem, this weekend sounds good. Just can’t be Friday as that’s our next campaign night so Saturday?” He gestured to Mike, who seemed to be on board with seeing the movie twice just so you had something to do together.

“What are you guys doing anyway?” Mike asked, gesturing between the both of you.

You shrug, looking to Eddie for answers.

“I was just gonna take her out to show her all the sights of Hawkins, y’know? Show her The Hideout, Skull Rock, y’know, my usual hangout spots.” He explained with a shrug, not trying to make a big deal of you two hanging out alone.

“Gonna show Y/N the make out spot?” Dustin snickers, glancing between you two in a suggestive voice, followed by his classic Chewbacca-like-purr.

“The what?” You ask.

Dustin laughs in amusement, Eddie going red in the face as he explains it all. “Oh? You didn’t know about the make out spot? Well, if he drives you anywhere nearby Lovers Lake? And takes you to the secluded path near the East Side? Prepare for a smoochin’” he jokes, making kissing noises at the both of you.

“Alright, knock it off, dickheads!” Said a voice from behind, his words were harsh, but his tone was light-hearted. You saw Steve wandering towards the two younger guys, ruffling up both of their hair like they were children and pretending to smack their heads together. “You’re gonna be late for class.”

Turning the kids away you, they called out “Bye, Lovers!” before getting escorted away by Steve with an apologetic look on his face, only to be replaced by a grin as he changed his mind and decided to call out “Use Protection!” whilst walking away.

You and Eddie burst out into nervous laughter before looking up at each other. Clearing your throat awkwardly before he just simply says “See you after class?”

You nod, biting down on your lower lip and letting out a light giggle before you split off and walk in separate directions to your next classes. Eddie’s heart beating out of his chest, you had that effect on him. Causing him to be all flustered and shy as opposed to his normal cocky and loud-mouthed self, unable to wipe the thought of kissing you out of his mind, thanks to Henderson.

“Bring chapstick!” He hears from the end of the hall; you call out to him with a bright smile on your face. You were just messing with him, loving to watch him squirm as he simply disappeared around the corner out of sight.

You faintly hear him calling out a soft “Jesus. H. Christ” as he fades away, causing you to snicker whilst walking into your final class.

[crabonfire]

hi . twirls hair nervously . idk if you're still taking requests but it would be so Awesome to see how the mercs would react to their s/o being an artist, like they see em painting or smth . preferably amab if That's ok .. (ngl im mainly doing this for more scout stuff .) + I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM makes me kick my feet with joy

heyyyyy!! giggles like a schoolgirl

TOTALLY! I'm always down for requests, just as long as they aren't too specific / out of my comfort zone :)

also I'm so glad you like my stuff!!!! it makes me very happy that you do heheheheh :) I'm also an artist so I'd love to write this!

ps I love scout so I understand we need more scout stuff tbh!!!

Mercs reacting to an artistic S/O!

warnings: none!

characters: all mercs

note: reader is amab in this one, gender isn't specified much but just wanted to let u know :)

oke so the situaaation ‼️‼️

Merc had noticed that for some reason you would be in your room all day, before and after matches. He didn't really ask about it, because you still spoke to him a ton. One day though, he walks in on you...doing art??!?!?!?! Wow!!!!

♡Scout♡

• holy crap...are you PAINTING??? WITH BRUSH??? WUTH??? BRUSHHSHSH??? STROKE?? WHAT AM I SAYINF

• omg!

• without saying anything, he comes closer to see what your painting. he admires it for a moment, it's so...wow

"Woah, this is amazin'...you neva told me you could paint!"

"Well...yeah! I do paint. It's just a hobby to release some stress, you know?"

"A hobby??? I thought Picasso made this or somethin...this is so good!"

• Hes also pretty artistic himself! He draws a ton, so he's very excited to find out that your just like him fr!

• He will be so enamoured by your art, asking if he could see more and even ask if you could teach him. The way you so delicately work on the canvas with that glimmer of creativity in your eyes, he can't help but be head over heels by it.

"That painting is so cool babe, just like you."

"Man, what's up with you today? Your so corny."

He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist making your hands rest against his chest.

"Yer so handsome too, you know? Even more than the painting."

"You dork. Your just egging me on."

"Nah, I really mean it. Your the real masterpiece here."

He peppers you with kisses making you giggle at the sensation. What a guy.

♡Soldier♡

• when he enters your room to find you sitting at your desk, he thinks your working at first.

• but when he steps closer to see your drawing, oh my lordie lord

"WOW! WHAT IS THIS CADET?"

"OHFUCK-solly you scared the living shit outta me- I'm uhh...drawing."

• he takes the paper and inspects it carefully, a grin on his face. wow! this is so cool S/O :)

"It's just a sketch, but I've been meaning to practice more on my anatomy."

"THIS IS AMAZING! YOU MUST SHOW IT TO EVERYONE."

"Ah, thanks but nah. I'm not finished with it...plus I think my art kinda sucks."

"WHAT? NO. THIS IS VERY GOOD! I LIKE HOW YOU DREW THE FACE, IT IS FULL OF EMOTION!"

"Huh...thank you Jane. I appreciate it."

• he watches you draw a lot, and gets so happy when he finds out you draw him. if you give him any of your art, he will frame it in his room and show it off like a trophy. he finds it so cool you draw, wow.

♡Pyro♡

•WOWOWOWOWOOWOWWAAAAWWWWWWOAOOAOAOAOAOOAW?!?!?!?!? WWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW SO COOOLLLL!?!??!?!!

• oh m gosh...u draw...like...like he does..??? OH MH GOOOOODSSSHHHHHHHSH

"mmmfhh mffhh mmhfhh mmmfhhd!!" (This is so cool!!"

"Oh thanks man! I appreciate it."

"Mmmh mmh mmhhhf mmhd mmh? mmhfh??" (Can I draw with you? Please??)

"Yeah! That'd be nice. I've always wanted to draw with someone."

" the happiest squeal that has ever come out of any man "

• you two draw together all the time, heck youll even collaborate on the same drawing and it always makes him so happy when you do. if you ever draw you two together, he will cherish it forever and just like soldier, frame it. Though he wouldn't show it off, he would wanna keep it to himself :)

♡Demo♡

• hold up wait a minute

• you paint? oh my god you paint?? you...you paint???!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!!??!

• he's very surprised and very proud, he's like "HELL YEAH MY BOYFRIEND PAINTS LETS GOOOOOO!!"

• "Lad, you did this?"

"Oh-pff yeah. I don't paint as much as I used to but it's fun to do."

"This is amazing. Your so amazing, why haven't ye told me ye painted?"

"I didn't really think it was a big deal, nobody really knows."

"Big deal? This is gorgeous. You should show off some more."

"Hahdhfh thank you."

• talks about it a lot, practically shows you off like a medal when the topic is even related to it. He loves watching you paint and will even ask if you can paint him so that he can keep it and show it to his mother. He's so supportive of it and buys you the best art supplies, encouraging you to paint more. he's so proud of u omg.

♡Heavy♡

• when he finds you drawing he's very interested! he doesn't ask much about it, but watches you sketch. how you lightly press onto the paper when you want a soft feel to it, and when you press rougher for a thicker line, it fascinates him how you can be so talented.

When your done, he'll ask about it.

"May I see?"

"Oh, of course!"

He inspects the drawing, admiring how well you cleaned the linear and how well the shading blends in. He smiles softly

"This is beautiful. You are very talented."

"Aw-thats sweet, thanks babe."

"Da. Do you have any other drawings?"

"Oh totally! Wait lemme get my sketchbook."

• he let's you ramble on each piece, listening intently as he carefully flips the pages over. he's so amazed by it all, even asking if he can keep some of them.

• if he ever finds out you drew him, he will be so so soooo happy! he will have a very big smile and give you a big big hug. he will keep it secure, and tell his family about it. even giving some pictures of your art to show them in letters. he's very into your art, please draw for him more.

♡Engie♡

• woah, you draw? that's so cool.

• he's very happy, he draws himself but it's mostly blue prints for his machines. your art is so sick! my guy this is like...the shit that belongs in like...a fuckin museum. so...so cool

"Darlin'...this is amazing! Did you draw this?"

"Oh yeah, I draw when I got the time to."

"I had no idea, this is wonderful. Whyd ya never tell me?"

"Oh, I thought it wouldn't be interesting."

"Sweetheart this is too good to not be talked about, its an amazing talent and I guarentee I'd love to hear about it."

"Aww, Dell..."

• show him your art please. he loves to just admire your stuff, inspecting every single like and so appreciative of how much time you put into each drawing. even if it's a small doodle or an unfinished piece, he will cherish it and motivate you to do more.

• draw for him? actually freaks out. Will keep a special folders full of all the drawings you give him, keep it in the special safe he made just for stuff you give him. draw any of his machines? bro will actually smooch you so hard man...pucker up LMAOOOO

♡Medic♡

• fascinating!

• he watches your painting, your quite focused on the strokes and he finds it very cool. he doesn't say anything, just watches you. it feels a bit awkward but he's honestly just really into it.

"Zhis is wonderful! Jou should sell zhem. I bet zhey would be bought by anyone who saw zhem."

"That's sweet Medic, but I don't think I'm that good."

"NONSENSE! Jou are an excellent painter, I am delighted to know jou have talent in such fine arts. Zhis is not a small thing, mein liebe."

"Haha, thank you Ludwig."

• he will ask if you can paint for him, not forcing or anything but he is obsessed with your style. if you ever paint him something, anything at all, it will be in somewhere safe, probably his room. By his desk, so he can look at it while he works.

he thinks it's awesome you can paint, will ramble to heavy about it.

♡Sniper♡

• WOAHHHHH BUDDY YOU DRAW???@??!?!?@?@!?!?!?!?!?!? that's so fucking cool!!! Holy smokes

• he will be amazed, how did he end up with someone as hot and talented as you? My GUYYYYYYY he's even more in love with you than before which he thought wasn't possible.

"Roo...this is...amazing. I didn't know you could draw."

"Well-yeah! I just do it in my spare time."

He sits by you and continues to watch you draw, he likes the expressions you mimic when your drawing it on the paper. he thinks it's adorable.

if you ever draw him or for him, he will be a bit flustered.

"For...for me?"

"Yeah! I know it's sorta random but I really wanted to draw you something. Sorry if this is uh...weird and stuff."

"NO! no no, it's...its amazing. Thank you love."

He will be so red and so honored, he will have a bunch of your drawings lying around in the camper, one pinned to the wall of the van for him to look at. He keeps a doodle you made of the both of you in his pocket and looks at it whenever he misses you. He loves you soo much ughhhshhdfhfhf SNIPER MY BELOVEDDDD

♡Spy♡

• mf

• just when he thought he couldn't adore you even more than he already has, and you decide to be incredibly cool and awesome by your art

• you fucking DRAWWWW???? OH MH GODDD

He sneaked into your room to surprise you but he's the one surprised to find you drawing him. He stands by you as you smile at the finished product. Dammit you fucking KILLED HIM

the smile you have on your face at the drawing you made of him is actually fucking murderous it's so fucking cute he's going into cardiac arrest

he reveals himself, leaning into the table and taking a look at your drawing.

"HOLYSHIT- SPY WHAT THE HELL."

"Ma cher, this is wonderful. I never knew you had such a talent."

"OH-uh yeah! I draw...but also my fucking god dude your gonna kill me one day."

"I apologise, I merely wanted to surprise you. But it seems you have surprised me with your artwork. Do you draw me often?"

"I...uh...well-i mean-"

He finds it sweet you drew him, watching you get nervous and tounge tied. He will stop the teasing though, to admire your artwork. he's so...ighdhdhfhf why do you do this to him he's literally freaking out internally rn

like bro might be all cheeky and sly abt it but he's so...he's so jsjjf..HEHSHSHDHD... the urge to kiss you is strong

• he will buy you the best art supplies. after all, you deserve only as such. he will actually frame every single drawing you give him. I'm serious like they're gold plated, some are in his smoking room for him to admire and some are in his room to wake up to. bro is so INTO YOUUUU UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH stop it!! stop being so fucking cool!

I hope u enjoyed this! Sorry if its shorter than my usual ones, but yea!!!!!

[luveline]

can you do a peter reader story where you just wanna watch him game? idk but i find it hot when guys play video games but explain what they are doing. like my bf will let me sit on the ground by him and he’ll kinda pet my hair and just talk to me and tell me what he’s doing like a team mate and i feel very loved. maybe a little smut but mostly fluffy!

babe the request was good and i ruined it my bad love u ty xoxo

Peter looks really fucking hot on his computer. You don't know a lot about what he does when he's on it playing games, only that he sometimes gets this competitive look on his face if you catch him in the middle of one. Some of his worst losses have turned into your best evenings, when he's mad and full of tension he can't get rid of. 

You think of this as you push open his bedroom door. His eyes dart to you and then back to his monitor just as quickly.  

"Hey, baby," he says, distracted. "I didn't hear you come in. I'll be done in a second." 

You drop your bag on his bedsheets and stand by his desk chair, pushing your arm loosely over his shoulders. You drop a kiss into his lovely curls. 

"That's okay, don't rush." 

He hums and clicks and does whatever it is he's doing. You know he's winning from the pleased smirk stretching across his lips, growing wider by the second. 

Still, you ask, "Are you winning?" 

"Yes, we are." 

"Who's we?" 

He points quickly at a small row of chat names in the corner of the screen. "That's my team." 

"Oh. Do you know these guys?" 

He laughs brightly and gives you another split second look. "No, bub, I don't know them. We're in an online club together." 

"I see." 

The game finishes and a victory title pops up on the monitor. He leans back in his seat and looks up at you with his heart melting eyes. 

"Sorry, I know it's boring for you, bub." 

You shake your head. "It's not boring! It's not boring if you like it, Peter, I swear. I just don't get what's happening."

"Thanks, Y/N." The way he says your name has you weak in the knees. He plays with your fingers hanging over his shoulder as he asks, "What are we doing tonight? Wanna get some food?" 

"You looked like you were having fun. Why don't you show me how you play? I don't mind watching." 

There's something immeasurable in his gaze as he pats his thigh. You hesitate. He rolls his eyes and grabs your hips, guiding you so you're sitting with his leg between your thighs, facing the screen. He can tell you aren't resting your whole weight on him and pinches your side until you give in. His arm needles under yours to reach the mouse. 

You don't quite get the instructions that he's giving as he plays. His voice is gentle and his patience is unending, explaining even the intricacies of his character's specific advantages and how they work against others. The game is interspersed with spare seconds and he uses them with his face pushed into your skin to give you quick squeezes. He pauses mid sentence to tell you how nice your hair smells. 

He's quieter as the game approaches an end. You feel his excitement bubble up when he does something that results in the team winning, obsessed with the pleased exhale he releases. 

He leans back after it ends and wraps his arms around your waist tight, pulling you in to lie against his chest. 

"D'you get it?" he asks, kissing the covered hill of your shoulder. 

You grin. "Kind of," you lie. "Tell me again?" 

[hollybell51]

Maps room

Series masterlist, masterpost

Minho x fem!Reader Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 715 

Summary: nothing better than a nice spicy makeout sesh after a hard and frustrating day of mapping the maze, amiright?

Content: flirting, kissing, pretty spicy kissing tbh, heavily implied more than kissing but not explicit (that’ll come later)

Notes: shorter, shittier. But that’s just my opinion, maybe you guys like this kinda stuff idk

You pushed open the door to the maps room, setting your pack on the ground and grabbing a sheet of paper, a ruler, a pencil and an eraser. You dropped into one of the chairs surrounding the table, and began to map out your section for the day. You loved this, the quiet moments where there was nothing but your mind and your hand with the pencil tracing the lines your legs had carried you along. You could get lost in the work for hours, and often did. 

When you were done, you shuffled through the papers until you found your map from the day before, setting the two side by side, looking for any differences. There were plenty, but it was still the same goddamn pattern, repeating over the weeks. You sighed in frustration, getting up to put the two maps away in the chest.

“Nothing new?”

You turned to see Minho leaning against the door, his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

“No, everything changed, and we’ve had a revolutionary breakthrough,” you said, laying as much sarcasm as you possibly could into the short sentence.

“Sarcasm is hot on you,” Minho remarked, pushing himself off the doorframe and crossing the room.

You blushed. You could only keep up the confident and suave front that came so naturally to him for so long, and even though you’d been together for months, you still got flustered when he said things like that.

“And embarrassment is adorable.” He rested his hands on your waist, lightly kissing your forehead.

“Whatever you say, boss,” you laughed, looking up at him.

“Shuck, (Y/N), stop calling me that! It makes this so weird!”

“But you are technically my boss!” you protested, sliding backwards out of his grasp and jumping up to sit on the table, swinging your legs.

“I know,” he said, “and that’s why it’s weird!”

“Well,” you bit your lip, looking at him from under your lashes, “what do you want me to call you, then?”

“Call me yours and I’ll be the happiest shank in the Glade.” He stepped towards you, tucking a piece of your hair behind one ear. His hand lingered on your cheek, then moved to under your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“Ok,” you whispered, your lips barely an inch from his.

“You’re so damn beautiful, (Y/N),” he breathed, and you smiled.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Your lips brushed his, and you closed your eyes, moving a hand to cup his cheek. You could feel his warm palm pressing into your lower back, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. The table really was the perfect height.

His kisses deepened, becoming fiercer and hungrier. His hands moved under your shirt, sending tingles along the bare skin of your back. You kissed him back, matching his fervour, pushing your body against his. Minho’s hands were just brushing over your bra clip now, and you felt a bolt of want shoot through you. 

“Fuck, Minho,” you whispered. He pulled you closer still, something between a moan and a grunt reverberating against your lips. “Lock the door,” you panted. 

“What?” he broke away, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark. 

You sighed impatiently. “Do you wanna get walked in on?” 

A slow smile spread over his face, and he nodded. He crossed quickly to the door, glancing around outside before shutting and locking it with the familiar “clunk” sound. Minho and Alby were the only ones with the keys, and you couldn’t think of a reason why Alby would be visiting the maps room today.

You reached out, taking Minho’s hands and placing them firmly on your hips. They slid down your thighs, then up again, and you sighed. You were itching to feel him. 

“We’re back early,” he murmured, his breath skimming your face. There was barely an inch separating the two of you. 

“How early?” 

He grinned. “An hour and a half, maybe two.” 

Your breath hitched in your chest, your heart thudding. “Lucky us,” you whispered. 

“Lucky us indeed.” 

Yeah, you were lucky alright. This boy made you absolutely crazy, and it was moments like these -- where you could see how you made him crazy too -- that pulled you through the worst days. “Lucky” was an understatement. 

Note: like I said in the content warnings, smut will come later I promise, just didn’t wanna have that as literally the first thing I write/post for this fandom/these characters lol but if you wanna get your hands on that go ahead and turn on notifications, or I could probably just tag you (if I ever work out how to actually do it)

[f1nalboys]

idk if ur recs are closed by now and also if u have too many on ur plate pls dont feel pressured to respond :) but I saw someone once asked u abt cockwarming w randy while watching a movie 😳 and honestly I'd love to read smth like that! obvs dont feel pressured to at all, just a suggestion if u wanna! anyway i also just wanted to say ur writing is so so good and ur really talented, and i always love reading ur stuff! hope u have a great day/night <33

HI MY DEAR BEAUTIFUL ANON i literally have no excuse for how long its taken me to get this out i am so sorry im awful however this gave me some inspo SO.... i hope u guys like this >:) i went the route of in a movie theater and not at home so i hope thats ok???? anyways hope u enjoy and i hope i remember how to format these posts lolz

At The Movies - Randy Meeks

Randy Meeks x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1429

WARNINGS: nsfw, reader wears a skirt, public sex, cockwarming, randy calls reader good girl, orgasm denial, edging, slight dom/sub dynamics, randy my beloved <3, implication of more sex, not proofread bc we die like men

The movie theater was packed, unsurprisingly. It was opening night for the latest Stab movie (number 5 if you had been counting correctly) and for some reason Randy had wanted to go the night it came out. He had a strange fascination with the Stab franchise now that it no longer followed Sidney’s and his story and instead had delved into borderline shit territory. 

“Scuse me, sorry, my bad,” Randy says, repeating his apologies as he scoots towards his seat, you following closely behind him. He had gotten two seats in the very back row, far right side of the screen. When you realized that you had been confused; Randy was normally anal about getting the middle seats. “It’s the best spot for the perfect movie watch!” He would say to you every time you laughed at his particular-ness.

He takes the seat right next to the wall, stretching out his feet slightly as you settle down next to him. The lights dim and the crowd roars, glow-in-the-dark Ghostface masks illuminating the darkness. Randy wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, and you rest your head on his shoulder. “You alright?” You ask just loud enough to be heard over the crowd.

Flashing you a soft smile he nods, kissing you first on your forehead and then your lips, his large hand still cold from holding his drink coming up to cup your cheek. “M’perfect.” You half expect him to pull away and look back towards the movie, towards the screaming blonde girl who was about to be gutted, but instead he leans in again, kissing you a little rougher. You giggle into the kiss.

“Randy,” You laugh, pulling back, and he whines slightly, his grip on your cheek tightening just a little. “Pay attention to the movie, baby.”

“No, want to kiss you instead.” You turn your face as he leans his, his lips planting on your cheek and he laughs, breath hot against your skin. “C’mere, sit on my lap.” You cock an eyebrow at him but all he does is let go of your face, grabbing your hand instead.

“Why do you want me to sit on your lap so bad?” You tease, moving from your seat to sit down on his lap. His arms instantly wrap around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, his lips instantly on your neck. “You got a crush on me or something?” 

You can feel him smile against your neck and you can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin as he plants soft kisses up your neck before stopping right next to your ear. “Yeah, something like that. But I also want to fuck you.” Before you can even comprehend what he’s saying he’s grinding you down on his lap, making his clothed erection very obvious. 

“Oh…y-you do? Here?” You swallow hard, biting at your bottom lip as he lets out a quiet moan. Randy hasn’t stopped grinding you against him and you can feel him hardening underneath you with each purposeful movement. “Is that why you asked me to wear the skirt?”

Randy laughs slightly, biting at your neck and you just barely stifle the moan that bubbles up out of your throat. You can feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second. “Mhm, plus you look so fucking good in it. Need you to sit on my cock baby, please? Please can you do that for me?”

Your mind was foggy and you barely register yourself nodding yes but you can feel your thighs clench together when he mutters ‘fuck,’ under his breath. You lift off of him for just a second, sparing a glance at the people besides you, just two seats away. No one was paying you and Randy any mind, too enthralled with the movie to care. Randy fishes his cock out and you gasp, taken by surprise, when he reaches his hand under your skirt and pulls your panties to the side. 

“Sit,” He says, moving your hips, positioning you just above his cock. You take a shaky breath, biting your lip before sitting down, his cock sliding inside you. It burned deliciously; normally you were well beyond prepped, covered in your own juices, before he would fuck you, but there wasn’t any time for that. “Fuuuuck, so tight. Thank you baby, good girl.” He’s back to kissing your neck and his arm is wrapped around your waist again. You can’t move, can only sit and feel his cock twitch inside you.

“M-move? Can you move? Please?” You ask, tilting your head to the side slightly to have him hear you. He laughs, shaking his head. 

“M’sorry baby, too risky. We can’t have anyone hear you now can we? Don’t want to distract anyone.” You squeeze your eyes shut at the realization that Randy is serious. He had you sit on his cock just to watch the stupid fucking movie like this. Attempting to shift your hips, desperate for any sense of friction or movement, has his grip on your waist tightening. “Stop. Moving.”

You don’t try to move again. Your entire body aches, your brain begging you to move, to fuck yourself on him, begging you to ignore the people around you and just cum. But from Randy’s tone of voice you knew that it would only result in a punishment, one you did not want to receive. 

It wouldn’t be so bad, you thought as you stared ahead at the screen. Just an hour and a half, that’s all you had to get through. For the next ten minutes you focused on the movie, trying to ignore the feeling of him inside you or the occasional thrust he would give when ‘adjusting’ himself. You were doing good, the knowledge shoved in the back of your mind ready to be ignored for the time being, until Randy’s other hand came in between your thighs and flicked over your clit.

You gasp loudly, face burning hot, though he had timed it to happen at a ‘scary’ part, your pleasure drowned out. “Randy,” You warn, turning your head to the side fully just to see his shit eating grin. “I thought, fuck,” Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his soft fingers brushing up and down your slit. “Thought it was risky?”

“It’s risky to fuck you, not to make you cum. You’ll do that for me, right? You’ll cum on me like this if I wanted you too?” His voice is sickly sweet in your ear, his fingers swirling around your clit with ease, and all you can muster is a single nod before you collapse back against him, letting him do whatever he wants to. One of your hands is gripping the armrest of the chair, the other grabbing onto his arm, your nails digging into both. “You close baby?” 

“Y-yes, please, fuck.” You try your hardest to keep your voice quiet, to hold and bite back the desperate moans you want to let out, but you're unable to hold back the groan of displeasure when Randy moves his hand away. “What the fuck?” 

Randy can’t help but laugh at the harsh whisper, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste you. You can still feel him inside you, his cock twitching as he sucks his fingers clean. “Sorry baby, I changed my mind. But you’ll be good and I can treat you right when we’re back home, right?”

“Randy, can you just-”

“If you ask, you won’t cum at all tonight.” With a huff you concede, settling back down, your back against his chest. “Good girl.” He kisses your temples and try as you might you can’t fight back your smile. The rest of the movie is agony, your cunt aching and dripping around Randy the entire time. When the lights come up and people begin to leave, Randy tells you when to stand up so he can fix himself.

He laughs as you stand and you look down, instantly embarrassed. His sweatpants were soaked.

“You made a mess, baby,” He teases, standing up and wrapping his arms around you. He walks you out of the theater and to the car with you in front of him, asking you questions about the movie as if you had been able to pay attention to any of it. He opens the car door for you, letting you inside and giving you a kiss before pulling back just a little bit. “You did good. Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. Now can we get home so I can cum, please?”