#it makes me want to do this again with the bad sex prompts 👀

[callabang]

For the fic game, 27 & 48 or 54 & 99 <3

TBH guys this is such a fun writing exercise…. I get to IMAGINE and IDEATE with no care for resolution/structure/quality of prose… it’s just fic chatting in public. We should do this more. anon you can have both requests as a treat <3

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

send me a trope mash-up!!

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Oh trope city. Some of these are just vintage trope pairings you know. None of that new age shit. THE CLASSICS.

It’s most fun to imagine Sam having to engage in fake dating so that’s what we’re doing. Leaning fully into the cliche let’s say Adam is mildly ill and or injured during Jet Lag filming in Paris and Ben is like you’re the only one that speaks french!! You have to go in!! Say you’re his boyfriend!! 

Honestly this could certainly be that they’re not together yet but it could also just canonically (“canonically” lol. Canonically to MY headcanons that I am boldly posting online) be that Sam is in whateverrrrrr relationship he thinks he’s in with them but doesn’t consider them to be “dating” so it feels like fake dating to him. Ben is like okay this is semantics go ask the doctor if Adam needs antibiotics or what!! Somehow Sam awkwardly volunteers way more information than is necessary to the French hospital staff, it’s truly such a bizarre vibe, meanwhile they are like it’s 2024 you can just see your friend in the hospital sir. He’s in room 403 it would honestly be great if you can go translate. 

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

Anon big props to you for being the only person so far to request a truly funky premise (MAGIC), I adore a weird AU sooo much. Shout out to Maria because some of this is stolen from fic chat with her.

I think that the nature of insane poly coworker trio is that it does kind of start out as a secret because it’s just: a lot. Like people see Adam and Ben and make some assumptions but the entire situation is sooo hard to explain. How to begin to explain. Impossible. But obviously they also do have to explain at some point

Ok here I go down kind of a rabbit hole thinking about them explaining this to their parents:

Sam of course tells nobody in the world anything about his personal relationships but sometimes it tickles me to imagine him telling his parents like the world’s smallest tidbits with absolutely NO space for follow-up questions. Like they let him start a youtube empire when he was 11 so probably they’re fairly okay with whatever his deal is. He’s texting them occasional one sentence updates and calling them quarterly and ignoring any subsequent questions they have about him dating ben and adam. I’m running a marathon I’m dating two of my coworkers I’m flying to Japan for my youtube business. period.

Adam I think desperately wants to talk about his relationship to everyone and especially his mom so he is not keeping it a secret. He needs her advice he needs her guidance he needs to share soft stories about ben and sam!!! 

BEN. Ben I imagine is like. Deep in the hole. Didn’t tell his parents about this when it started and now it’s been two years. You guys I can’t tell the truth NOW we have to gaslight my mom. It’s the only way. Sam would do it but Adam is like uh NO WAY this is your problem you have to fix it. so there’s some conflict there

So this is the premise and then magical accident uhhh. UHH. okay i struggled to think of a magic accident but looking at my own ao3 fully 15% of my fics are magic or magic adjacent so i guess i need to GET OVER IT. I mean if it’s like magical realism and not a fully magic AU then perhaps ben accidentally creates a magic stress poltergeist that embodies his various fears and concerns about his relationship and then they have to deal with a kind of rascal spirit causing problems in their household. If we go FULL magic au then ben is a cute little hedgewitch (!!!) and accidentally does some kind of witchcraft to adam during a spat about whether to tell ben’s scary witch mother about their collective relationship and then feels really bad and has to turn adam back from a hawthorne tree or what have you and apologize a bunch. Honestly hedgewitch ben is kind of compelling to me

i also think it would be kind of funny for ben to just go on a whole solo miyazaki adventure that solves none of his problems and he also doesn’t experience character growth and then he comes back and still has to tell his mom about his boyfriends. LOL

[arpicityandneed]

congrats on 100! 🎉

has anyone suggested a #14 from the prompt list with loki and a gn!reader? 👀

Thank you for the clarification!! Cause damn I wanted to write this BAD I need this blog to be queer and taboo and smutty in that order ♡ and you're so welcome I always want to try and stay true to the vision of the ask if I can and I'm comfy with it

Loki (#14 library sex + Dark academia vibes)

18+ gn!reader. Intercrural sex. Biting. Loki in disguise as a mortal. Cum kink.

Loki was supposed to have just come to Midgard for some fun while he waited to meet up with Thor. But you were a distraction worth spending some time on. He'd found you in a library of all places, with high windows and narrow walkways between bookshelves.

He'd found it fascinating how humans could be so unqiue from one another. Loki had been visiting this realm for centuries and he was sure he'd never seen anyone like you before.

It wasn't even about your body, which he could admit had been the first thing to catch his eye. Your ass in particular had made him stop dead in his tracks for a better look. Your collar bones were delicate and the nape of your neck was begging for his teeth. But it was also the amused glint in your eyes as you read your book. The way you met the eyes of anyone you spoke to without a hint of shyness or timidity. He wanted your eyes on him.

So he made his way over to you, asked the title of the book you'd been reading. "I'm frightfully behind on my reading you see, and I need a good excuse to read something new before classes begin again."

"Oh so you're a student too?" You'd smiled at him, your eyes trailing over his chosen form (a simple pair of slacks and a black button down shirt, round glasses on the end of his nose and his long hair slicked back) with enough interest he knew the attraction was mutual.

So you had both ended up here, far back in the stacks of the library where no one would come looking for you.

"We don't have much time, so why don't we try Oxford style?" Loki purred in your ear and you nodded so fast he thought your head would fall off, your loose pants were shoved down your thighs and he groaned. His hands ached to spank the generous fat of your ass but the echo would've been too loud. Another time then.

Instead he spread your ass open with both of his massive hands, making your face burn as his gaze took you in. "Stop staring and do something!" You whined as you heard his zipper and the shakey exhale of breath as he palmed himself.

"Bossy." He teased as he adjusted the angle of his hips and slipped his cock between your thighs, the silky hardness of his bare cock dragging against your most intimate parts until you had to cover your mouth. The moans were barely muffled but it was something at least when you were losing your mind.

Each grind of his hips against yours, the stickiness of his tip as it dragged against your belly, imagining just how much better it would feel when he was inside you was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, so soft for me aren't you? Just here." He murmured huskily, and as his cock throbbed you knew he was close too. Loki wanted nothing more than to see you coming undone on his cock for real. Just the thought made him want to return to the library, see if he could get even further into your good graces.

When you were sure you wouldn't moan out loud you removed your hand, whispering raggedly "Cum on me. Do it, I dare you."

Loki thought he might be in love.

"A dare? Sweet thing theres no way I'd ever pass that up." His hands on your hips grew firm as he rutted against you harder, his breath hitching a second before you felt him pull back and splatter his seed over your ass.

There was so much of it you almost came just from knowing how filthy you were, your hand sneaking down to get yourself off swiftly. It was easy after all the teasing, just a few touches and you were flying.

You slumped against the chair you'd been bent over, felt his cum leak down your thighs as you glanced at him over your shoulder lazily.

"We should do that again."

[werepuppy-steve]

march fic rec

a monthly fic rec series to help me work through my tbr

this month i kind of shifted all of my attention on gathering all of my tbr fics and getting them more organized, so i kind of slacked on reading. but yall get a little treat, bc this one is mostly smut 👀

<- february -> april ▸ more fic recs ▸ my ao3

Ecstatic Rituals - E, series, WIP StarsHideYourFires

tags: ancient rome au, omegaverse, ritual sex, alpha eddie, omega steve, orgy, bitching, induced heat, breeding kink

A set of AUs with one thing in common: ritual sex.

just the tip - E, 4.4k, complete twelvexclara

tags: transmasc steve, established relationship, frotting, first time bottoming

The words spill from his mouth before he even realizes he’s saying them. “You can rub against it,” he blurts out. He sucks in a breath, arms tightening around Eddie as the man stiffens against him. “I mean—you can rub against me, not it,” Steve stutters nervously, averting eye contact. Staring at the dumb fucking movie that’s still playing. Steve Harrington has never let anyone fuck him. That all changes during a movie night with Eddie Munson.

Everything and More - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: domestic fluff, 90s steddie, backyard wedding, steddielovemonth

Eddie drags his hand up to Steve’s scalp, dully scratching the way he knows he likes. “Okay, I’ll indulge,” he mutters. “If we could have a wedding, what would you want it to look like?” The smile to his bare shoulder is enough to know that it was a good question.

love is stored in a can of hairspray - T, 3.1k, complete @steveseddie | mseg_21

tags: pining, first kiss, getting together

In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about the money or how it might look to Steve that he knew what hair products he uses or that he drove to another town to get them. He was only thinking about Steve’s defeated look every time someone stared at his hair or commented on it, how he self-consciously tried to fix it at work every time a customer came in, how when they hung out at his house he would hide his hair under the hood of a sweater. But now, parked in front of Steve’s house an hour before their movie night, Eddie does think about what he did- and he seriously considers leaving the bag on Steve’s doorstep and fleeing. It’s too much. It’s too ‘I have a big crush on you and I want you to be happy so bad that I drove to another town and raided the Hair and Beauty section at a store just so you can stop walking around looking like a kicked puppy’. for the prompt “love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy”

sweet little thing - E, 6/6, complete @ghosttotheparty

tags: modern au, college au, frat steve, friends with benefits, gay steve, southern eddie, autistic steve, light angst

“Steve,” Eddie repeats softly. Steve’s eyes look into his, shining like he’s already there, like he’s already floating. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.” Steve’s eyes flutter, and he looks like he wants to let out a whine, glancing across Eddie’s face again like he’s forgotten where they are. “Fuck me,” he says weakly, and the words crawl under Eddie’s skin like they belong there. “Please. Will you please fuck me?” // or; Steve and Eddie start hooking up and it makes them both happier than it should.

Found God In A Tomato - M, 5.7k, complete @beetlesandstarss

tags: modern au, wrong number trope, falling in love

“You’re gonna think I’m insane," he says, instantly piquing Eddie's interest.  “Try me.”  Biting his lip, Steve reaches over and takes Eddie’s hand. He slips one of Eddie’s rings off, the plainest one, and holds it between two fingers. For a second, Eddie thinks Steve’s just gonna— put it on. Or hold his hand. Both options are appealing. But then, clearing his throat, his face changes from smug to earnest.  “Eddie,” he says, a little louder than necessary. “Will you marry me?”  Eddie’s jaw drops.

unexpected shelter (December 20, 1985, 4:52 p.m.) - T, 3.3k, complete @loveinhawkins

tags: eddie pov, character study, platonic stobin, missing scene

It’s the last day of school before Christmas, and the first thing Eddie hears when he enters Family Video is Steve Harrington saying, “Fuck this,” which seems kinda unreasonable; he’s not even done anything yet.

Lovesick - T, 3.1k, complete @lady-lostmind

tags: sick eddie, fluff, hurt/comfort

Eddie rolls over with a groan. He feels awful. He can’t breath out of his nose, there’s so much pressure in his head he feels like it might explode and his throat feels like he swallowed a cup of razors. He lets out a truly pathetic whimper, the sound catching in his throat as it turns into a cough. He stretches his arm out, feeling around for Steve and is met with cold, empty sheets. He whines again and finally pries his eyes open. “Stevie?”

(Just Hold me Baby) And I'm in Ecstasy - E, 2.7k, complete odderstuff

tags: dom bottom eddie, sub top steve, praise kink, breeding kink, mommy kink, friends with benefits

Eddie looks Steve up and down thoughtfully. He's flushed, cheeks turned a pretty shade of pinkish red. His eyes are a little glossy, sparklier than usual and a thin sheen of sweat is forming across his hairline. His breathing has changed, just a bit; a little shallower, a little quicker, a little hitched. He's none too subtly shifted, so that the blanket is fully covering his lap. It's a lightbulb moment for Eddie, and he grins wide when he realizes. "Oh my God. This is like a thing for you, isn't it?" _ Or: discovering one of Steve's kinks leads Eddie to some discoveries of his own.

a new kind of pretty - E, 3.5k, complete

streaksofviolet streaksofviolet

tags: established relationship, praise kink, pet names, steve in panties, top eddie, bottom steve

“They still had the tags on. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking sexy you’d look in them, baby.” He punctuates the end of his sentence with a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Oh,” Steve practically gasps, the sound punched out of him involuntarily. “Oh.” And there’s that confusing arousal again. Or: Steve and Eddie try something new.

Is That A Tent In Your Pants, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me? - E, 10.9k, complete @beetlesandstarss

tags: enemies to lovers, gay steve, forced proximity, resolved sexual tension, tent sex

Eddie eyeballs him. “You want me to get naked?” “You'll get pneumonia,” Steve says, leaning towards desperate. Fuck, Robin will actually kill him if Eddie dies out here. “I’m fine.” “This is not fine, Eddie,” Steve insists. “You’ll see my dick,” Eddie hisses. “I’m not gonna look at your stupid dick, man.” “My stupid dick? Why is it stupid?” (Or, Steve and Eddie are coerced into going camping together.)

Daisies - T, 2.8k, complete @withacapitalp | towardthesun

tags: hanahaki disease, established relationship, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort

He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe. And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand. A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time. ====== When Steve wakes up choking on flowers, Eddie thinks that it might be the end. It turns out to be just the beginning.

I've Got a Tongue Like a Razor, a Sweet Switchblade Knife - E, 2.7k, complete BuwnyBeely

tags: cockwarming, dom eddie, sub steve, dry humping, babygirl steve

Steve Harrington likes long sessions, and likes to be /used/. He'll take anything he can get. or "No, no please. Don't stop Eds, need more. Need to be full."

Bloody Knuckles - M, 4.5k, complete sage_is_soup

tags: blood kink, dry humping, bratting, praise kink, spit kink, eddie gets into a fist fight (and wins)

A phone call from Dustin leaves Steve racing to Hawkins High. Eddie Munson is in a fist fight. He'd intended to be there as support, but when things get bloody? Steve finds his thoughts leading him astray.

Strip... Flash Cards? Yeah... - E, 4.8k, complete L0udmouth

tags: sexual tension, voice kink, dry humping, stripping, teasing, top eddie, bottom steve, virgin eddie munson

Eddie's bad at studying, Steve's a horny idiot, and horny studying antics ensue.

chronically sweet - E, 3.2k, complete babyknives

tags: drug use, voyeurism, belly bulge, chrissy cunningham is a size queen

Chrissy had thought she’d known what love was. Had grown up watching her parents exchange pleasantries across the dinner table, in the entryway when her father would leave for work. A chaste kiss on the cheek, a gentle hand at the small of her mother’s back. Quiet respect, dignity, poise. Love was something shown only in small glimpses, tiny moments. Never in public. Between a couple and the good Lord. Until she met the boys.

rocket queen - E, 5.8k, complete @strangersatellites

tags: guns n' roses au, exhibitionism, top eddie, bottom steve, rockstar eddie

Steve breaks up with his shitbag drummer not-boyfriend and fucks his frontman in the studio with the mics on.

Off the Court On the Stage - E, 7.2k, complete @stevesjockstrap

tags: basketball player steve, rockstar eddie, modern au, bottom steve, top eddie, pet names, praise kink

Basketball player Steve walks into the wrong room but it works out in the end.

Idiot - G, complete @stevebabey

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

His eyes glance across to Eddie’s van, parked beside his own car, outside the trailer home in Forest Hills. Then he looks back at the trailer. He can ask. He can just go inside and ask Eddie for the lift— and explain that the reason he can’t take his own perfectly fine car is because he’s so goddamn thick between the ears that he’s locked his keys inside, like some kind of moron. The voice in his head sounds suspiciously like his father.

Eternal zero - T, 3.6k, complete @loveinhawkins

tags: canon compliant, pre-relationship, s4 missing scene, survivor's guilt

“Woah, man, take it easy—” “M’fine,” Eddie mutters. He scoffs harshly, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s shaking. “This is kinda normal for me now.” His head’s still half bowed, hair falling across his face like he doesn’t want to be seen. It doesn’t stop Steve from noticing the evidence of tears on his face; he thinks they’re simply from the exertion of throwing up, but he can’t be sure. “Just—just give yourself a minute,” Steve says. “We’ve got time.”

[broodwoof]

Happy Friday! Slow, patient foreplay/sex for Varric and Solas maybe from Smut Fic Prompts? 👀

speaking my language here friend 👀established relationship fun uwu @dadrunkwriting 890 words cws: none

“Solas,” the way Varric spoke his name, the low, warm rumble of his voice, made him shiver. Or perhaps it was the way his heavy hands were tracing maddeningly delicate circles on his waist.

He was, at Varric's request, quite bare. Varric was not. He had expected a power play and had been open to that - what he had not expected was the dwarf's gentle, unassuming, and painstakingly thorough exploration. But here he was, cock throbbing heavily and entirely ignored, Varric pressed against his back while his hands wandered. “Varric,” he snapped, jerking in the other man's grip as his hand drifted tantalizingly close to his cock before pulling away to explore the soft slope of his stomach instead.

“Figured you'd be all skin and bones,” Varric mused aloud as Solas sighed, shifting slightly - trying to encourage Varric's wandering hand back down. But the dwarf just smoothly glided upwards, trailing over Solas' nipple without even teasing it. “But you have a little meat on you after all.”

“I'm so pleased you approve,” he ground out, exhaling sharply when the wandering hand ended up on his arm. Varric might be enjoying himself, but this was decidedly far from the stimulation that Solas craved. “What is it you want, dwarf?” He asked at last, Varric laughing behind him.

“Whatever do you mean?” Oh, damn him. He knew perfectly well what Solas meant.

“Are you trying to get me to beg?” It was embarrassing to consider, but at this point he would be willing. He just wanted Varric's thick hand on his cock. He wanted to be jerked off until he came.

Instead, this teasing exploration. “Oh, that,” Varric said casually. “Well, if you want to, I'm certainly not about to stop you.” He growled and Varric laughed again.

“Please,” the word closer to a snarl than a request. Varric hummed behind him, shifting to drag his fingertips down Solas' chest. It was better than his arm, but the barely-there touch raised gooseflesh across his body. Trying to push into it was useless, though, Varric matching him moment to moment. The man was damnably observant. “Please. Touch me.” This time he forced the request to be sincere, Varric's hand stilling and giving him a bright moment of hope… before he just laid his palm flat against Solas' sternum.

“I am touching you,” he quipped, Solas groaning.

“If you keep going like this I'll just finish myself off,” he pointed out, sounding a little more surly than he'd intended. Varric laughed again, but this time he softened it by kissing along Solas' back.

“Aw, you need it that bad?” He teased, letting his hand trail down again. Solas couldn't help the way his breath hitched, praying that Varric would finally give him what he needed.

“Please,” he whispered, voice thick, any embarrassment forgotten against the heady possibility of relief. “Please touch me. I need to finish. Make me come.” Now, finally, Varric was the one who shivered. 

Then, blessedly, wrapped his hand around Solas' aching cock and started working him hard and fast without any preamble. It was so sudden that he jerked against the other man, a loud, sharp gasp ripped free as his hips started to push into the quick, deliberate movement of Varric's hand. “Noisy today, aren't you?” The man's voice was so thick that Solas whined, the sound of it going straight to his cock. “Somehow, I don't think this is going to take long,” Varric teased, but with his warm voice and steady hand, Solas couldn't find it within himself to mind.

“Don't stop,” was all he managed, hips rolling steadily now. Varric knew just how he liked it, squeezing sometimes at the base, dragging his foreskin across his soaked head… and when he placed his other hand over Solas' tip so that every thrust rubbed the sensitive flesh directly into his palm, he was gone.

He moaned shakily as he came, each pulse slicking Varric's palm before trailing down his cock, making the dwarf's continual movement easier, more fluid. It didn't take long for relief to become overstimulation, whining as Varric refused to stop - but Solas let it be, knowing what the other man wanted now and shifting back until he felt the thick press of his cock against his ass, grinding against it through Varric's breeches. He liked being made to come this way. 

Varric began rutting against him, breath coming faster as Solas let noise spill from his lips without reserve, well aware that each whine, gasp, and moan drove Varric that much closer to the sweet edge. And judging from how stiff he was and how desperate his movements were, he was already close. Apparently ruthlessly teasing Solas pleased him.

He continued working Solas' softening cock, rubbing his seed against his sensitive head, until he finally stiffened with a gasp - then shuddered, jerking forward as he came hard in his clothes. A few short moments later Solas shivered, feeling the warm wet of Varric's finish pressed against him as he seeped through his clothing. Varric's hands finally stilled, then drifted down to Solas' thighs. He winced as his own slick was spread against him but he didn't really mind.

They'd get up to clean soon. But for now, he was more than content to wait while they both caught their breath and came back down.

[pedroschka]

your one of my fave joe writers so here’s some prompts I’d love to see you work your ✨magic✨ on, ignore / do whatever just some ideas👀🙈

[ ] joe and reader going on a date to the aquarium? ✨✨✨

- [ ] I’m sure we’ve all seen that post from spain(?!) where joe brought everyone a round of shots and set a timer… but what about a blurb / imagine of that, but reader doesn’t drink OR OR there’s only one slice of lime/lemon left and two shots 👀👀

- [ ] Single mum reader x joe, in the middle of a date and the sitter calls as there’s an emergency👀👀👀

Dating app dilemma

Joseph Quinn x single!mum reader

A/n: ahh sorry it took me a while but I chose the third one, hope you like it! <3

Swiping left, left, left, hm not so bad...right, left again. Passing weird selfie poses, pictures with their pets...Where you would rather pick the pet, group pictures, pictures without their face on it, or the last category, simply not your type. Dating app dilemma.

Honestly, you didn't even know what you were looking for, after the first few minutes of swiping you knew that a Henry Cavill doppelganger was out of discussion. You just knew that after five years of being single and a growing collection inside your bedside table that it just wasn't enough anymore to soothe the aching feeling, you needed to get laid. You needed skin-to-skin. you needed intimacy with another person and not just five minutes alone with yourself and then rushing to pick up your daughter from school. So dating app it is.

After a little debate with yourself, while creating your profile and the question popping up if you're having children already you decided against it, it shouldn't matter if you were a single mum, it was just sex right? one night and never seeing each other again so why bother. this wasn't about her and you weren't interested in answering questions about her to total strangers. This was all about you.

It's easy to forget about yourself and your own needs when you're busy looking after another tiny human who is fully depending on you and your love and care. But now she's six and just started school, making friends, and rather wants to hang out with them after school and do sleepovers instead of spending her time with her mum. And that's okay. But you forgot how lonely it can get when coming home to an empty house and spending the night alone in your bed without a body to cuddle with.

After another few left swipes, your thump stills over the next profile. Joseph / 28 / actor. You scrolled through his pictures, him casually sitting with friends, drinking. A beany on his head, brown curls peaking out under it, smiling cheekily into the camera. the second with him, on the beach, shirtless, with sunglasses perched on his head and squinting into the camera. A good mixture between ordinary-looking but also hot and sweet British guy. The best one so far. His interests are nothing special though, reading, music, meeting friends, and going to theaters. But good enough to give it a try.

Taking the chance you decided to write him right away, luckily it was Friday so your daughter is gonna be with her friend until Saturday night, which means a nearly full day for you.

" hi, fancy a coffee tomorrow, see how it goes?"

Now it's on him to answer.

Luckily for both of you, you received a match half an hour later and his answer with suggestions for whereabouts and time. Perfect.

---

After getting off the phone with your daughter, just checking in on how it's going you started to make yourself ready for your date, could you even call it a date?

Joe and you agreed on meeting in a cafe luckily just a few walking minutes away from your home and you would lie to yourself if you would say you were not nervous, you couldn't remember when the last time was when you rummaged through your closet, changing your outfit over five times, angry with yourself for not owning anything near sexy, wardrobe full of comfy clothes. Burning yourself on your curling iron because in your head you already were ten steps ahead, rethinking your conversation topics because sadly, you can't have a one-night stand with a total stranger without having to talk to him first. Cleaning your flat, hiding everything that screams "here lives a child", and even making your bed even though you know you have to do it again after (hopefully) having sex in it. You were a mess to put it lightly.

As you arrived you quickly searched over the few guests hoping to still recognize him. A man is sitting in the right corner, sunglasses perched on his head full of tousled brown curls, a brown shirt with the last button ignored, and a necklace around his neck. Yep, that's him.

Walking straight up to him, he eventually lifted his head and after a few seconds he recognised you, a shy smile spreading across his lips as he stood up to greet you with a hug

A bit taken by surprise by this but also relieved that he made the decision for you on how to greet each other. Just the small touch seems to decrease your nerves on a more pleasant level where you don't feel like throwing up any second anymore.

You both sat down across from each other and you felt like you had been thrown back into your last job interview. His big brown eyes meet yours and create the most intense eye contact you only knew from when your daughter was still a newborn and kept staring at you with her big owlish eyes full of curiosity. But instead of melting into a puddle out of pure love you now stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights, trying to think of anything to sell yourself just right but your mind is clouded with anxiety and your fight-or-flight response is kicking in and you're ready to flee.

" So are we ready to order?"

His question is simple but still manage to overwhelm you

"Oh…yeah yeah sure "

Your whole appearance has to come off as very uncomfortable and just miserable because his next words made you look at him horrified

"Oh man, this is not how you imagined this, is it? Am I looking worse in real life?"

"Wha…no of course not! I'm so sorry! I'm not been on a date for a long time, to be honest between the guy with the picture of him and his dog with matching sunglasses and the other guy who asked me if I was more of a cheese or a ham kinda girl you are a jackpot already!" You panic, do you seriously fucked this all up in under five minutes because of your own body language betraying you?

Before you can spiral even more in self-pity you hear a deep cackle, oh he's laughing. it was a joke.

" I feel flattered, that's some serious competition I got here! I'm so glad you chose me!" he touched his chest in fake surprise

You giggled at his silliness, thankful that he was trying to lose up this whole situation and creating a comfortable atmosphere for both of you.

"But really, cheese or ham?" He raised one comical eyebrow, tilting his head a little, and looked at you expectantly making you giggle again

"I'm vegan so neither"

"Oh good to know! What do you usually order instead of normal coffee? Maybe I could give it a try " his entire demeanor changes instantly again, and he looks genuinely interested with his arms on the table, leaning forward.

Surprised by his unbiased reaction, not being used to not having to explain yourself or start a discussion over your chosen lifestyle you give him a grateful smile

" You usually can just ask for any non-dairy milk for your coffee but when I'm feeling extra fancy I like to order a vegan whipped coffee, that's basically just coffee and coconut sugar whisked together until it's super fluffy on top of any non-dairy milk, so it kinda looks like a caramel turd floating around" instantly cringing at your description for it you hide your face behind your hands " I...I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to compare food with poop I'm sorry "

"No, it sounds delicious! I think I'm gonna order the caramel turd " he starts laughing with you, still not taking his eyes off you. Giving you his full undivided attention like you are the only person that matters right now.

You can't remember the last time you laughed so much, Joe surprised you with one silly question or bad joke after another, at one point even imitating accents while reading the dishes on the menu, making you choke on your coffee which ended with him tapping you on the back and handing you a napkin to dry your teary eyes all while still giggling.

Right in the middle of him telling you the random story of how he got the little scar on his forehead you got interrupted by your phone ringing, seeing your friend's name on the display where your daughter is staying right now, You grimaced, signaling him that you're sorry but have to take it.

" What's going on?" You already have a bad feeling about this ,why else would she call

" I'm so sorry to bother but she has thrown up and is feeling a bit sick, I think It would be better if you could pick her up?"

" Yes yes of course" you looked at Joseph, who pretends to not listen to your call and inspected the menu with great interest " give me 20 minutes " at this he locks eyes with you and you could see his disappointment, guilt creeping up inside of you " thank you, bye!" You ended the call, closed your eyes frustrated, and taking a deep breath before looking at Joe again

"I'm so sorry but something really important came up and I really have to go" you're already standing up and collecting your bag, unbelievably uncomfortable and feeling like the rudest person having to cut it all off like this with no explanation for him.

"Oh uhm…yeah ok" he stood up too, looking bummed and equally unsure of how to act now "bye… I guess?"

"But it was really nice meeting you…bye" quickly turning towards the door, leaving Joe standing in front of two unfinished cups of coffee with hanging shoulders and multiple questions swimming around his head, asking himself if he did something wrong, maybe was too intrusive. Did you used one of those fake calls to get away from him? He really thought you both had a great time until now.

—

After taking care of your daughter and putting her in her bed you slumped yourself into the sofa grabbed a pillow beside you and pushed your face into it, muffling your frustrated groan. One date. The first date after five years and you fucked it up.

Deep inside you knew that this wasn't over the missed opportunity of getting laid, maybe it never was and you hoped for a deeper connection again.

Grabbing your phone from the table you searched for Joe's profile, it was just fair to explain yourself to him and apologize again right?! You still could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes and you just can't handle the guilt.

You open the chat, and after writing, deleting, and writing again you just clicked on send

" Hey again. I feel really bad about how it ended today I had a really great time with you and thought I owe you an explanation at least. I have a six-year-old daughter and she was with her friend but she got sick and threw up so I had to pick her up. sorry for wasting your time ."

There was still a tiny spark of hope that maybe he was still interested and wanted to give this a second chance and even if not, to be mature enough to communicate this with you and not choose the easy way and just ghost you.

You watch in disappointment as the 'online' switched off and you were left on read.

the tiny spark goes out as quickly as a candle in the wind and it hurts, but you refuse to even shed a single tear about him

His lost.

Your disappointment morphed into anger at him and at yourself. What a silly idea to start trusting men again, you saw the last five years that you're fine without them. You should just focus on your daughter again. Why even waste your time going on dates with some arseholes who have the maturity level of your six-year-old, hell even she has more because she wouldn't ghost someone because they have a kid. Fuck him. fuck men.

The notification for a new message instantly forces you out of your empowering "stay single"- motivation speech and enlightens the spark right back as you gawk at his answer, neglecting everything you told yourself just seconds ago.

" So tomorrow, same place, same time? :)"

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[stylessupremacy]

Prompt: Request that @vrittivsanghavisent to me privately. "Would it be possible for you to write something really fluffy? About Y/n having a bad week and Harry's on tour?" Okay so I hope this is up to your standards haha! I also added some smut in here as well! 👀

Word Count: 3k +

Warnings: Language, period talk, sickness, smut

If you liked this piece please reblog, recommend, like, and talk to me about this piece! This is what motivates and makes me want to write! :)

Authors Note: Please go easy on me, this is my first time ever writing smut! Would love to hear your thoughts on this! Thank you!

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It was a chilly November day in New York City. Harry had just got done performing back-to-back nights at Madison Square Garden for his special 'Harryween' concert nights.

He and Y/n had a few days' breaks between his New York shows and his upcoming Milwaukee show. Harry thought it would be nice to spend his day off in New York City rather than traveling to Milwaukee and spending the day there. At least in New York, he had his apartment where he could sleep in his own bed and not some uncomfortable hotel bed or the travel bus bed.

Y/n was having a rough start to her week. She got her period a few days early, one of her luggage bags managed to get lost, and she's coming down with a cold.

Y/n did have to admit having her period come early was a bit of a relief because she missed a day when she didn't take her pill and that was the one day her and Harry had time to have sex.

-

Harry and Y/n just got back from having dinner with the band. They just got done with the show in Cleveland, Ohio and instead of leaving that night Harry and his team decided to have them stay there for the night and they would leave later the next day.

Y/n didn't think too much into not taking her pill since her and Harry had barely been having sex, but she thought wrong when her boyfriend was horny that night.

"Harry, we shouldn't do this," Y/n moaned as Harry left wet kisses on her hot skin.

Harry slowly started to pull her top up and over her head so he could have better access to her chest, "And why not? Where not leavin' till tomorrow afternoon."

Y/n didn't protest after that, all Harry heard were pleasurable moans coming from her mouth due to the pleasing sensation he was leaving behind.

Y/n nudged Harry and lifted his shirt over his head so she could leave some love marked on him as well, plus she wanted the fans to know who he belonged to.

Slowly all their articles of clothing were scattered across the hotel room. The couple managed to make their way over to the bed.

Harry swipes his fingers across Y/n's clit and felt her juices, "You're s'wet for me, pretty girl. Your cunt is just aching for my cock huh?"

"Ye- yeah I've missed it so bad," Y/n tried to get out clearly but struggled since Harry kept teasing her with his fingers.

He would slowly move them up and down her folds and suddenly plunge right into her without warning and tease her for a little bit. he would slowly take them out again and repeat the teasing process.

"Har- Harry, please stop teasing. I- I need you in me," Y/n stuttered out still not getting over the euphoric feeling just by her boyfriend's fingers.

Harry slowly stopped teasing her and instead left little kisses along her mound and thighs. Y/n's back kept arching, aching for Harry to be inside of her already, "Don't be s'greedy brat."

Harry had stopped kissing Y/n and she couldn't feel his hot breath on her anymore. Sure enough, she felt his erection rubbing against her folds collecting her arousal before thrusting in.

Y/n is tearfully moaning as Harry hits her spot almost every time. "Such a good girl f'me. Always patiently waiting for my cock even though I know you want it every day."

Y/n's moans get louder as the ball in her stomach starts to become unbearable. Harry notices that she's close and takes his finger and starts rubbing her clit to help her climax.

"Oh, oh right there Harry," Y/n moans with pleasure as the ball in her stomach explodes and she's coming down with heavy breathing and high-pitched moans.

Soon enough, Harry is picking up speed with his thrusts and before he knows it, he's coming with deep low moans and heavy breathing.

Once Harry cleans up both himself and Y/n, they're both spooning in the hotel bed together. Harry's gently rubbing Y/n's back as they both drift off to sleep.

Y/n is on the brink of sleep till she has a sudden thought, 'I never took my pill today,' she suddenly panics. She quickly jumped out of bed without waking up Harry.

She quickly guzzled some water, took the pill, and went to the bathroom. She did her business and prayed that her mistake of not taking the pill would come but her in the ass.

-

So that's why Y/n was actually happy about her period coming early. She just wasn't happy with the terrible cramps that were coming along with it.

Y/n usually never gets cramps, if she does they're only the first two days and not too terribly bad. But the cramps she's experiencing right now are by far the worst ones yet.

She's been taking medicine religiously to try and help calm down her cramps. The medicine was also an acting agent for the cold she's coming down with. With all the traveling and changes in weather, she's coming down with a cold.

Having her period come was one thing, especially with the cramps, but to have a cold as well. Not fun.

-

Y/n and Harry had just landed in New York and were being escorted to the car. Harry had the day off for traveling and him and Y/n were going to use it to the fullest and enjoy it.

The sleek, black Range Rover pulled up outside the building entrance where Harry owned an apartment in the heart of New York.

Both Harry and Y/n got out, grabbed their bags, and headed inside towards the awaiting apartment. When they got inside they both dropped their bags in the living room and headed straight for the bedroom, considering that it was almost three in the morning.

They would have gotten there sooner if the crew didn't somehow manage to "lose" one of Y/n's bags. It didn't contain anything too terribly sentimental or valuable, but still, it contained her favorite make-up products that Y/n loved to use.

The couple crawled into the bed, enjoying how their muscles instantly relaxed at the touch of the soft and luxurious bed. Both the adults sighed in contentment considering they had been either sleeping on a tour bus or in a hotel bed, this was much better no matter how much the hotel room cost.

-

Harry and Y/n did not have any intentions of getting up early, but when Y/n did wake up at eleven the next morning with a pounding headache she did get annoyed.

Y/n has been a really good traveler, especially since this is her second tour with her famous rockstar boyfriend. But not once has she gotten a headache from traveling since her first go around.

Nonetheless, Y/n got up and took some aspirin, and laid back down. Both her and Harry ended up sleeping till one in the afternoon.

When Y/n woke up her headache had just dulled but it was still there - much to her displeasure. But she sucked it up still thinking it was from traveling.

She knew Harry would want to go walk around to get his exercise in, plus they have no food in the apartment and Y/n was starting to get hungry.

Y/n got dressed into a pair of comfy black leggings, and a washed plain green shirt, and finished her look off with some black vans.

Harry wore some gray shorts and paired them with a maroon hoodie, a blue baseball hat, and his white Adidas shoes. Y/n couldn’t help the wetness that formed between her legs by how hot she thought Harry looked.

Harry and Y/n headed out and took to the streets. Harry wanted to go to his favorite juice press shop that he always goes to when he’s in New York.

“Y’okay baby?” Harry asked as him and Y/n waited at the crosswalk.

“Ye-yeah I’m fine, just have a dull headache,” Y/n said as she adjusted her purse that was on her shoulder.

“Is it from traveling? Y’could of told me and stayed back and rest, maybe tha’ would help?” Harry asked worriedly, making sure she didn’t feel forced to come with Harry.

“No, I’m okay Harry. Besides it’s good for me to get out and walk, I need the exercise anyway, ” Y/n joked as she grabbed his hand and crossed the street.

Harry accepted her answer - even though he didn’t believe her fully.

They both got their drinks and continued with their day. The more the day went on the worst Y/n started to feel.

She noticed that she had a fever, even if she was covered with one of her boyfriend's sweatshirts along with tons of blankets - she still felt cold while they watched tv.

Next, she noticed that the headache she had was slowly becoming a sinus infection. Her nose become runny and she still had that dull ache around her eyes and her head.

Last but not least was the soreness in the back of her throat. When she slowly developed all these symptoms she realized she was coming down with a cold.

Harry picked up on how Y/n was coming down with all these symptoms. So he made Y/n some tea and headed out. He went and got some dinner for the both of them, including some soup for Y/n and Harry ended up getting a salad with a wrap. He also stopped and got some medicine for Y/n as well.

-

Today’s Harry and Y/n’s day off before taking tomorrow and using it for traveling. Harry got up fairly early, considering he had the option to sleep in.

He didn’t want to sleep in though. He wanted to treat Y/n due to her not feeling well, but still pulling through for him and coming and supporting him at his shows.

Much to Harry’s relief, he's noticed a big difference in how Y/n is feeling since Harry provided the medicine for her. She definitely looked a lot better compared to when she looked before the medicine.

So Harry, as the early bird he is, got up and got ready for the day. He was going to go for his ritual walk and buy some things for her.

Before he left he gave Y/n a light peck to the check. He left a note just in case she woke up before he got back and he also texted her as well.

The first thing Harry was going to do was stop and get Y/n some new make-up since the airport crew managed to lose it. So he found the closest convenience store - since Y/n hated when Harry would buy such luxurious makeup because she felt like it was a waste when she could buy it cheaper and it would get the job done.

So Harry bought her a little bit of everything. From foundation to concealer to mascara, you name it he bought it. He didn’t spend too terribly much - nothing that put a dent in his bank account - or that Y/n would be mad at him, even though she knew he meant well by it.

While at the convenience store he bought her some more medicine, especially since tomorrow was a travel day. He just wanted to make sure she had enough. He also bought her some of her favorite candy. Yes, she didn’t feel good, but since it was her period and all he just wanted to treat his girl.

Harry stopped by a cafe to get himself a coffee and got her a tea for her throat. Once he had everything he could think of, he made his way back to their apartment.

-

Walking into the apartment, he was expecting to see her still in bed. But what he didn’t expect was to see her up and moving like she wasn’t even sick. She was in the kitchen cooking herself some breakfast while - from the looks of it - was letting her hair dry from the shower she took.

The opening of the door caught Y/n’s attention, looking up as she saw Harry. ‘Hi, baby. How was your walk?” He shut the door and made his way over setting down the bags and cup carrier, “It was good. Stopped and got y’some makeup since the stupid airport people lost yours.”

Y/n chuckled slightly, “Harry you didn’t have to. I hope you didn’t spend too much money,” she gave him a pointed look. Harry wrangled out the receipt from his pocket and handed it to her, “I actually didn’t for your information,” giving her a smug smirk.

“I’m impressed,” she joked while looking through the bags, curious as to what Harry got you. When she came across a certain bag that contained her favorite chocolate-covered peanuts, her eyes started to water. “These are my favorite,” voice wavering from the tears threatening to spill over. “I know, that's why I got them,” He wrapped his warm hands around her and hugged her, “There’s no need to cry, darling.” “No, I know, it just made me happy.” That was the thing about periods Harry hated the most, the mood swings because they could go either way - she could be happy one minute but angry or sad the next.

Harry continued to comfort her through her mood swing, “How are y’feeling darling?” “I’m feeling a lot better, thank you,” she said as she came out of the hiding spot she created and gave him a peck on his cheek. “Y’up to some cuddles and movies?”

Y/n gave Harry a cheeky grin, “Is that even a question?” Harry grabbed the tv remote and switched Netflix on. He pressed play on Y/n’s movie request and got comfortable cuddling Y/n again while the movie played.

-

Y/n and Harry ended up watching movies for six hours. Now that it was nearing dinner time, they both decided it was best to get some dinner. Harry ended up ordering some soup and sandwiches again figuring the soup would go down the easiest with Y/n considering her sore throat still.

Once the pair was done eating and pleasantly full - they were still cuddling on the couch together. Well, Y/n was sitting in Harry’s lap - which is usually normal - but to say the least, Y/n was horny. She’s been missing action due to her period and being sick, but now that she’s feeling better she wants some action from the sex god himself.

Y/n turned in Harry's lap so she was facing him. She slowly started leaving kisses on Harry’s neck trailing to the collar of his t-shirt. “Y/n wh-what are you doing?” Harry stuttered out due to the sensation he was feeling from his girlfriend - she wasn’t the only one who was missing action too due to her period and sickness.

“Just showing some love to my boyfriend,” Y/n said nonchalantly and kept kissing along his neck, knowing this was riling him up just as much as it was for her. Harry moaned, loving the sensation her kisses were leaving him.

Y/n stopped kissing Harry, moved to the floor, and made a b-line for his sweatpants. She quickly tugged down his sweatpants and briefs - making Harry’s erect cock spring out from the confinement.

Y/n slowly took his cock and gave it a few pumps - riling him up even further, “Y/n st- stop teasing.” So at her boyfriend's command, she quickly took him to her mouth.

She started by giving him a few slow licks at the tip - collecting his precum. Once she swallowed the salty but sweet substance she took him fully in her mouth. “Y/- Y/n feels s- so good,” Harry moaned while making his grip in her hair significantly tighter.

She kept pleasuring him till his breaths were uneven and the knot in his stomach needed to be released. “I’m go- going to cum,” Harry let out one last shaky breath and disposed of his release in Y/n’s mouth - which she gladly swallowed all. She even went back for seconds and cleaned his throbbing but still sensitive cock for him.

Now it was time for the roles to reverse. Harry couldn’t eat her out as he wished but he was still able to touch her to let her feel some pleasure as well. So Y/n hopped back onto the couch and sat next to Harry - who got on top of her in return.

He started by showing love to her neck and marking his territory. While he showed love to her neck he moved his one hand down and under her shirt to massage her boobs. He slowly managed to get her shirt and bra off completely while still kissing her.

He made his way down where he massaged one boob but kissed and bit the other, “Fe- feels so good H.” He would give her a little surprise and pinch her nipples just to rile her up as she did to him. He continued the assault on her boobs for a little bit then he slowly worked his way down her stomach until he reached her mound.

He gave some love to her mound with kisses, “Gonna switch darling.” He gently left one last kiss on her covered mound and ran his fingers over her folds. “So wet f’me darling. This all f’me?” Y/n moaned in response, “I’m one lucky guy,” Harry lightly chuckled.

He rubbed up and down her underwear-covered clit rubbing circles on one particular area that made Y/n moan louder and her breathing hitched. “H I- I’m close,” Y/n moaned and curled her toes into Harry's back. Harry just kept rubbing the one spot and used his other hand to rub her clit again. “You're doing s’good f’me darling. Almost there,” Harry spoke in the most comforting voice he could.

Finally, once the knot in Y/n stomach burst she came down from her high with uneven breaths and loud moans. Harry helped Y/n finish and kept rubbing till she finally came down from her high.

“Y’must be feeling better love,” Harry joked as you both got up from the couch to collect your articles of clothing and head to the bedroom to get cleaned up and ready for bed. “Haha your real funny H,” Y/n replied with a small smile at his joke.

Harry helped Y/n get cleaned up and Y/n helped him get cleaned up. They both got situated in bed ready to fall asleep in one another's arms ready for the adventures of tomorrow's traveling.

“Good night Harry. Thank you for everything. I love you,” Y/n said in her sleepy voice that was slightly muffled by Harry’s chest. “Of course love, anything for you. Good night and I love you too,” Harry said with sleep laced in his voice but still kissed Y/n on the head. Afterward, the two lovebirds were asleep with a day full of traveling ahead of them tomorrow.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Hello! I wanted to ask, in case you were free to write something about it,

I don't remember where i saw the prompt in but, it was about the reader, while being upset and seeking comfort (accidentally?) calling an Incubus/succubus hotline

I think your writing's very neat and i would love to see how you might fill the prompt, be it sfw or not. But also entirely understandable if you don't feel like it!

Wishing you a good day! <3

Sure thing Anon! Thank you for your patience, I really enjoyed this prompt! I also might do a part two to these head canons (if people are interested), as it's mostly first time meet-cute shenanigans and I'd love to do more fluff (and perhaps some NSFW 👀👀)

GN!Reader accidentally calling a spicy hotline SFW headcanons

- You had actually been trying to call your therapist’s office, ironically. You were halfway through an already terrible week and definitely in need of an extra weekend session

- So flustered from crying for the past half-hour, you didn’t think anything of it when the new “receptionist” had a voice like liquid sex.

- “____, huh? That's a nice name, can I get a description to match such a cute name?”

- Uh, weird way to word it, but maybe they needed you to confirm your identity?

- “Sure? I’ve come in to the physical office before, but my birthday is-” You ramble off some descriptors, hoping that's what they’re looking for.

- “Wow, in-person huh. You must be a special treat, dearie, most of my coworkers don’t offer in person services unless very specific circumstances. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your type? I might know some of your past companions, it’s a small office.”

- Ok, this is sounding more and more like a HIPAA violation in the making. And “companion”? What does that even mean??

- “I’ve worked with Dr. Sadith before, but, uh, I’m just calling to meet with Dr. Robert’s today.”

- “Doctor?” The voice asks, slightly losing its extra flirtation. “We don’t have any doctors here, hon, do you know the name of the hotline they’re with?”

- Hotline? What does that-

- Wait, what number is this?? You know the office’s number by heart, so you didn’t save it in your contacts, but you always-

- You look down at unidentified contact number, just realizing you misdialed

- The sexy voice, the personal questions, was this- Oh god did you???

- I’m sorry but-” You rush out, “What is the name of this hotline?”

- “Lonely Nights, dearie, and just so you know we’re only $20/hour. I know some other lines are a bit more expensive, but me and my coworkers are plenty compensated in….other ways.”

- You’d heard of this one before; You think one of you’re friends had sent you the number half as a joke after a particularly bad date you’d had.

- But it is cheaper than your therapist

- “That’s good to hear. Wouldn’t want to support a corrupt business.” You twiddle your fingers, now fully aware of the sensuality of the situation. “What was your name again? I think I missed it.”

- “The name’s Drorgomoth, but my friends call me Drogo. Can I get your name, sweetheart? Or would you prefer I stick to pet names?”

- “Uh, ____’s fine. But the pet names are nice.”

- “Good to hear, ___” They all but purr. “Now, what can I do for you tonight?”

- The downpour of a rant comes before you can stop yourself. You started to feel guilty about 10 minutes in, remembering that this was in fact a very cheap incubus/succubus hotline and you were supplying no sexual energy for Drogo to feast on. Your comments begin to dwindle as you play with the bottom of your pajama shirt, throwing in a lot of “I don’t know, it’s silly” to try to give Drogo (and yourself) a way to end the convo without sounding like a dick.

- “That’s honestly pretty fucked up of them to say. It’s especially unprofessional considering they’re your coworker. How are you feeling about it?”

- (Ok so you know they’re being paid to be nice to you, but goddamnit that was good to hear.)

- “Honestly? Pretty shitty. You’re right, that was fucked up. And you want to know what else they did? They-”

- You banter for another 40 minutes, the conversation ebbing out from your work troubles and more to casual get-to-know you chit-chat.

- (“Alright, how do we feel about pineapple on pizza?” “Oh do not get me started-”)

- You check your clock, remembering the pie you had out in the oven and that you’d seen be moving onto a second hour on the phone line.

- “Well, I should probably let you go, probably some more eager customers that need your attention.” You chuckle, trying to play off how nice this hour has been. “Thanks for listening to me, I know it probably wasn’t what you signed up for on this job, but I really appreciate it.”

- “Honestly, it was really nice for me to.” Drogo says, their natural voice still sultry but far less affected than their performative phone sex one. “Don’t often get some proper chit-chat on the clock. It’s usually right down to business. Plus, you're fun to talk to.”

- “Well I’m glad.” You murmur, double embaressed by how flistered that got you.

- “And-” they add, drawing out their -n sound, “If you ever need a chit-chat buddy, off-the-clock, even, y’know what number to call. Have a great night, ____.”

- Seems like you have a whole new issue to tackle, a crush in a person you’ve never even seen.

[finniestoncrane]

It's gonna be no nut November soon my dear I wonder how would the riddlers (and maybe daddy oz 👀) handle it while being in a relationship with the reader

No Nut November

Riddler Headcanons (with some Daddy Oz) yeah ok lmao i can already see the frustration on their faces because tbh we should all be nutting all year round u-u request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: masturbation, orgasm denial, desperation

telltale

are you participating too?

it would be nice to see you exercise some restraint

since you are a bit of a desperate little slut

see even that got you going. this is going to be an impossible task

so he fully intends to make sure you see it through

and he'll be there to provide extra challenges for you along the way

but don't worry about him, he can definitely handle this

unburied

actually, the notion of having to deny himself that pleasure is kind of hot

especially if you have to do it too

maybe you'll get so desperate for him that you'll never leave the bed for the whole of december

but be prepared for him to be a whiny loser in november

don't be surprised if he's grinding on your leg like a dog

which makes it more difficult because he's really cute when he's being desperate

dano

oh he's practised restraint before

specifically all of the years before he had you, something worthy of getting aroused over

it feels like a delicious punishment to have to be near you

without touching you or touching himself or getting to climax

because he's a bad, bad boy

but you might find his streams getting a little more...tense

twojar

he'll do it for sure, like an experiment

because when he finally does get to cum it'll be inside you

and you better be prepared for that, because even if it's a quick affair it'll certainly be an explosive ending

but his only stipulation is that you don't participate

he'd like to at least be able to watch you pleasure yourself even if he isn't allowed to

just to add to the anticipation and the tension

capullo

no, fuck that

he's not doing it you can't make him no one can force him to do anything he's edward nygma the riddler and he won't-

look he just doesn't think he'll be able to cope

especially with you looking the way you do

and ESPECIALLY with HIM looking the way HE does

who wouldn't want to touch him constantly

please don't make him do it

gotham

oh like a challenge!

and what's the point? seems a bit easy?

ok so maybe you could throw a few more difficulties his way

just to make it more interesting!

and so he can prove himself to you, or to him, or to anyone

plus it would make the eventual reward all the more satisfying

so you better start thinking of what the prize will be

young justice

you expect him to be able to not...when you're so...?

it seems unfair, like a bit of a tease

oh wait...ok maybe he can see the appeal

still, it doesn't mean it'll be easy given that every waking moment he spends thinking about you

not necessarily...sexually...he's not like...what he means is...

no yeah he spends all of his time thinking about you naked

this is going to be a nightmare of a month

arkham

a month? and are you going to make yourself scarce?

ok so how else is he going to make it through?

at least if you weren't around to distract him he could maybe even spend the month getting more work done

but if you're going to be there, looking the way you do

then he might need to come up with some ground rules to make this go a bit smoother

number one: don't look at him

number two: talk in monotone

number three.....

penguin

oof sweetheart, you really like to see an old man struggle

and he's supposed to do this when he usually gets to have you whenever he wants?

seems entirely unfair, but he loves a challenge

it'll maybe refresh his desire

not that it needs it

he misses you after five minutes and he could take you again minutes after you've just had sex

everyone at his club better be prepared for him to be extra mean and grumpy this november

[daddy-suguru]

Madara + spanking 👀 I just know he won't stop until you're sobbing pathetically. Little hiccups punctuating your apologies. "Sorry sir. 'M so sorry. Won't be bad again. Wanna be your good girl please. Please sir. Hurts so much" Another harsh slap to your warm red ass "You're not sorry for being bad. Only sorry you got caught. Now hush silly girl. You still have 20 more to go"

I really want to indulge in this. It’s Madara. How can I not? Also, I'm sorry that I added Toji to this because I thought this prompt fits both of them. I just I need them both to bully this pussy. And I know I didn't have self-control before, but with this post my self-control is in the negatives. I need someone to stop me. Just ignore all logic and enjoy the smut!

𝟚𝟘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠

𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖…dark nsfw, one shot, naruto and jjk cross over au

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤... You were a brat at the local city market towards someone high ranking. Something which isn't tolerated by brat taming Madara and Toji. Both men love every chance they get to bully you in bed, more than they normally do. They don’t know what gets him off more, your tears, or your blood that spills as you squirm when he cuts you.

𝕔/𝕨…  very self indulgent, mxw, mxwxm, crossover au, King!Madara, Queen!Reader, Royal Knight!Toji painslut!brat!reader, brat!tamer toji, brat tamer!madara, knife play, blood, impact play, bondage - silk ties and then later sex swing, face fucking, dacryphilia, edging, heavy degradation, spit, a little soft talk, blood and cum, impact play - flogger, sex for aftercare, fucking reader till she passes out and is ridden bed bound after they are done, squirting, size kink, belly bulge, painal

𝕨/𝕔…6.3k of pure smut

Happy to take a break from reading the boring papers that still awaited his signature before it would pass. You are all Madara needs to see, only he doesn't find you any of the first three places he looks.

It dawns on him that Toji might have taken you to the tower. And sure enough, here you are, tied up on display with Toji's cock stuffed past your swollen lips. The red color of your lipstick smeared and coloring the base of Toji's cock in a spit covered ring.

"Don't tell me what she did this time. I don't really care. It seems like you just started our Queen's punishment. Look at you tied up fancy whore in pretty golden silk." They couldn't have you with any rope burn. The media would have a field day if they saw it the marks around your wrist. The silk look so beautiful against your skin and the intentions left behind faded away after some hours, making the silk perfect.

Toji beckoning Madara over by saying, "Madara come look at her, she's already crying from stretching her throat out with my cock." Toji pulls his cock out of your mouth so Madara can see your tearful face better. With your make up ruined, lips parted as you pant and your eyes tearful, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

Your nipple hoops, connected by a thin chain glinting in the light setting sun, coming in through the large arching windows of the tall tower. You were beautiful like this, silk fully bound with your legs forced open, bent at the knees. And your arms behind your back making your chest push up, bring more attention to your breasts.

Madara grabs the thin chain and tugs it, pulling on your nipples. And saying in disappointment, "You're crying so easily?" Even though your tears have Madara's cock throbbing in dark pants, becoming uncomfortable as his cock hardens and grows in length.

You protest and attempt to proclaim some false innocence now that your husband is here, telling him, "Toji edged me and won't let me cum. Please Daddy, he's being mean I did nothing!"

Madara narrows his eyes, ignoring you and telling Toji, "Grab the o-ring if our little brat what's to lie to us she won't speak at all." Toji is quick to follow his King's orders. The tower's sex dungeon in the tower, so throughly used by Toji and Madara for than just punishment, but almost every time the two of them wanted to get kinkier than they could in your chamber's. So it didn't take Toji long to find what Madara wanted.

"The two of you punishing me isnt fair. Both of you are too much alone but together."

Slapping you hard across the face to shut you up, "Sluts don't get a say. They get used and fill up full of cum. Now you became a worthless slut the moment you acted up. So now we are going to such that pretty mouth and you are going to let us use your whore body to remind ours why we bother keeping you around and why I shouldn't just find a new Queen to give me an heir."

Toji stands next to Madara, who holes your head up by your hair. The two of them working together to put the o ring in your mouth, keeping you from speaking.

Toji tells Madara, "Wonderful idea, my king. She always gets so fucking mouthy and annoying. From being annoying hot to being annoyingly mouthy."

Madara spits in your mouth, which you swallow as he sneers, "Your mouth is only good thing about you and normally you like to use it for other things. Like from the sound of it being a brat when Toji tried to bring you home. Is that it?"

Toji steps off to the side. As he remembers the first time he watched you get fucked by Madara. It was before Madara had formed any real attachment to you beyond physical. And the only reason Madara had wed you was to combine his country with your making it the leading country it is now.

Toji rats you out anyway, even though Madara said he didn't want to hear it. Toji just had to tell him anyway, "She almost started a war with one of our neighboring country with her smart mouth today." You were the one who start Madara's journey into bdsm, and Toji could remember giving tips on how to punish your bratty self came in handy. And how it resulting it him getting more hands on at Madara's command.

Madara glares at you, a scowl getting deeper on his face as he listens to his knight, Toji. Before he says to you, "You were being a fucking little bitch today. Are you trying to make things harder on me?” You try to shake your head no to object, but your frustrated whines come out as garbling.

“Toji, get between her legs and play with her pussy. She can't cum, but you can.”

“Yes Madara, do you mind if I cut our slut?” During times like these behind closed doors the two friends who understood each other best in their cold, cruel natures drop the titles. And happily disrespect you even though Toji would be dead refer to you as anyone other than his rightful Queen, who has his undying loyalty and life sworn to you in protection, in the presence of someone else. But secluded from prying eyes Toji and Madara got more comfortable.

Madara tells Toji, “Do have you wish? I trust you won’t let her cum without my permission.”

Toji inspects the clean and sharp blades that rest next to each other on a table as he says, “Sluts don’t get rewarded after all.”

Madara groans as he watches his cock bulging in your throat. He pauses with gagging around him, grabbing your throat and squeezing with one of his large, rough hands. Madara tells Toji, "Leave her ass untouched. After I cum in her throat, I want to bruise her ass myself. Almost starting a war with this smart mouth of yours today wouldn’t be the first.”

Toji grabs the gold handle knife. It matched the pretty silk that has you stung and tied up. With an enormous grin, he walks over to you, getting between your legs. His response is, “You know you love her smart mouth, all the more reason to punish her.” Pressing the tip of the knife to the back of your thigh. Slowly applying more pressure till blood trickles down to your ass. Which Toji smears by dragging the flat of the blade along your skin.

Madara groans, “You’re right." Smirking down at you as he takes the crown off his head. His long hair falling forward, framing his face, as he smirks down at you. I wanted to fuck the brat out of her since she started glaring at me.” Pulling his cock out of your mouth and letting you breathe, any little gasp of air you get comes out quickly in soft cries. The sweet pain of Toji cutting your thighs, between the silk rope that wraps tightly around your thighs. Your pussy clenches as Toji makes a deep enough cut on the back of your other thigh, that you can feel the warmth trickling down.

Toji leans in and you feel his warm tongue as he licks up what drips. Before he bites down on the cut he made. As he slips his fingers up and down your slit, stopping for a second at your pussy hole.

Slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth and frowning as he roughly takes the o ring off your face. Before roughly slapping your fat with his heavy cock.

Toji asks Madara, "What's wrong?"

Answering back, "I hate this fucking brat making me what to hear her sweet voice. I missed it for some damn reason.". Quickly thrusting his cock down your throat to hear you gag before he walks away from you, setting his crown on its holder. And then putting the o ring back where it was.

You say, "What a weird way to say you love me." Before moving your mouth again, trying to rid it a little of the ache the o ring and getting throat fucked has given you.

Toji suggests to Madara, "Or do you want to let her just talk herself into more trouble because it's more fun for us that way?" He thought of the electro-wand that came in recently. The thought of zapping your cute puffy clit to make you jerk against the silk the binds your arms behind your chest, wraps around both of legs, holding both of of your legs in a v shape. While your head dangles, the silken rope wrapped around your chest keeping you at the perfect height for their cocks.

Madara says, "I think that's it."

Toji asks, "Which one are you saying that to?" Madara just grins, not answering, as he grabs a set of nipple clamps and a butt plug with some lube. The latter two items he hands to Toji, who then places the knife on your stomach.

Toji tells you, "Stay still." As he covers the butt plug with lube. While Madara moves back by your head, his cock and balls pressing against your face as he puts the clamps on your nipples, the metal hoop inside them adding to the pain the clamps bring you.

Madara flicks them both, you moan, "I know I'm not supposed to enjoy my punishment, but the two of you are making it hard."

Toji slaps your pussy and then sticks three fingers deep into your wet heat, spreading his thick fingers around, telling you, "That's why you can't cum."

Whining to both of them, "For how long?" As you wiggle your hips and push against Toji's fingers as he smears lube over your asshole.

"Until I give your spankings, Toji can pick out what I spank you with." Toji grabs the knife he left on your stomach as Madara lines his cock up with your lips. He smears his thick pre-cum over your bottom lip before you open your mouth and he starts at a fast and rough pace.

Grabbing your throat to keep your face still as he fucks his cock into your throat. Which he tightly squeezes every time his fat cock makes your small throat bulge with his girth.

"I'll decide when you what to spank her little whore's ass. Look at her," giving you a shallow cut underneath the silk. Your blood seeps into the silk. You whimper and moan as Toji finishes by saying, "she's getting off on this. Getting cut and tied up like this with their throat's so full of cock that it's bulging."

"Cut her stomach." Toji moves closer to your wet heat, placing his cock on your pussy and pressing the tip of the knife into your stomach.

Toji grins as he tells you, "Cut yourself by moving your hips. I can't slap your ass, but I can get that want and zap your cute pussy till you're crying while Madara fucks your throat. Now move."

Dragging your pussy up and down the length of Toji's cock, making the knife pierce your stomach. Madara's eyes widen at the sight of the blood as he leans down and Toji moves away from you.

You try to whine around Madara's cock as he bites down on your stomach, mimicking Toji from before. But there is no air in your lungs, too.

Madara lets go of your throat and grabs your ass. He moans, "You taste sweet. I bet you would sound just as sweet if I let you breathe some air to cry. But I don't think you deserve to breathe."

Madara leans up and Toji steps back between your legs. This time Toji pushes just the tip past your lips, keeping himself there. As he places the knife to your clit. And you, as you are getting weak from the lack of air, you don't react. So Toji turns the blade onto its side and slowly rubs small circles with the flat against your pussy. While he tells Madara, "Her body is going to get so limp, she won't be able to struggle as I cut her up."

Madara tells you, as he fucks your throat again. "You don't need to be awake for us to use you. I could make you pass out, not let you enjoy any part of your punishment. And leave you tied up covered in our cum for you to wake up alone." You slap against his thigh in weak protest. While Toji pulls the knife away and slams his hips against yours, his heavy ball sack hitting your ass cheeks. As your stomach bulges with Toji's cock.

Toji tells you, "True, your pussy gets wet for us all the time during your sleep. Too bad this won't be us treating you to waking up by making you cum." Moving his slowly, and all you can think about is the cocks dragging stuffing you.

Madara pinches your nose as he fucks your mouth. His balls hitting your forehead. "Or maybe if you hold your smart all mouth for once and be a good girl for us, I'll let you stay awake." He pulls his cock out of your mouth and lets go of your nose.

Toji scoffs, "You really think she is going to behave for once?" As onto your hip and starts picking up his slow pace.

Trying to catch your breath, you softly beg, "I can be good." Taking a few more breaths of air before pleading with them, "Just let me stay awake! I missed you." You interrupt your own begging with moans as Toji's cock hitting the back of your pussy roughly makes it hard to form words. After a minute, you say, "Even if you're mad at me, I want your attention."

Toji's grin falters as pauses, with his cock inside you, and says, "What's this? Oh, did you really believe that woman? Is that why you got so mad and almost started a war?"

Madara says, "Explain."

Looking up from you to Madara, telling him, "That damn slut got real nasty with her, saying that you don't really love her. Which I thought she knew better."

Madara cradles your face between both hands. He says, "You mean so much to me, baby girl. I love your smart mouth, waking up next to you every morning and I would do anything for you. Don't act foolish and let someone else make you doubt how much I love you. Toji and I can take turns showing you how much we adore you if you have the energy after your punishment."

"Both of you are mean to me, but I love it. Please let me stay awake."

"You can stay awake. Your reactions are too cute. And like I said, I missed hearing your voice. So you're going to help Toji cum and then you're going to take your thirty spanks from me. And don't even think about trying to cum on Toji's cock. He spent the morning putting up with your bratty ass, so you're going to let him use your pussy while I watch your cute face."

Happily saying, "Yes, sir, thank you for putting up with me." Watching Madara, who sits on the edge of the bed, which isn't too far from where you're tied up at. He wraps his hand around his cock, fisting his head, using the leftover spit.

Toji gently said, as he nicks your side with the knife, "She terrified you, didn't she? You barely ever thank us for your punishment, even when told to do so."

You tell him, letting yourself be vulnerable instead of hiding behind a smart as comment, you say, "I love both of you. Which I didn't expect out of my arranged marriage to Madara. I don't like the idea I'm only met for breeding and after a few years, you going to replace me with a younger wife."

Madara's eyes widen a little, the idea of not having you by his side. He pauses his hand and tells you, "I never expected to become as fond of you as I've become. Ever since that night, we almost lost you and I assigned Toji to be your personal guard. I hope I would never have to live a day or night without you love."

After Madara finishes speaking, Toji tells you, "You should know this. After I saved your damn life two nights ago. If you really were for nothing more than breed, why did we both risk our damn lives for you? It scared both of us. We almost lost you. So don't you dare insult both of us by believing for a second we don't love you."

Madara picks up after Toji, saying, "It's insulting she would doubt us. Both of us may share with you, but we don't expect you to share us. We lucked out loving each other in this arranged marriage. And it was on me for having Toji discipline you in bed. By the time I realized I had feelings for you, Toji did too. And I trust him with mine and obvious your life. So it's only natural that both of us love you, yes both of us want to breed you." To prove his point, he thrusts his hips, watching your tight pussy tug and pull when he bottoms out.

Toji glides the tip of the blade between your tits, "We only want to see you as the Mother of our children." And as he hits, the nipple clamps with the knife. Then he moves the blade under the chain that connects your nipple rings and he sharply pulls the knife up. Pulling your sore nipples together and making the clamps twist and move a little.

Toji goes onto say, "Both of us have black hair and dark eyes. Who is going to look Madara in the eyes and tell him that his child isn't his child? Even though really one of them will be mine, I hope for a boy. I want to name him Megumi."

Between the whimpers and the moans as Toji's fat cock head hits the back of your pussy. "The two of you want to make me a Mommy?"

Madara grins, and you wish he wasn't upside down to you. Either way, watching him stroke his cock as you squeezing Toji's cock, who heavily groans. As he slices your thigh, and then bites down on it, letting the blood fill up his mouth. As Madara says to you, "Soon. And we can't have your smart mouth starting any wars. Now onto you getting punished. I want to hear her begging to cum, do you think you can get her to do that?"

The way your face scrunches up from the pain, as you try to jerk your body away while whimpering to Madara, "I thought you wanted me to behave."

Madara groans as he reaches down to fondle his balls while watching your smaller body bounce against Toji's. His large hand bruising your bloody thigh, while he leaves small shallow cuts on your breasts. Your expression is a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I'll let you beg all you want tonight. I just want to hear your pretty voice. Keep making that cute face and beg." Your face is tearful, dark lines of mascara running down from the way your head hangs, and lipstick smeared around your lips from Toji and Madara fucking your throat.

You're a beautiful mess. Their beautiful Queen.

Begging your husband, your sight shaky and a string of moans passes over your lips. As Toji picks up his pace, the sound of slapping skin and your loud pussy making Madara's cock throb. Then you begging Madara, "Wanna cum on Toji's cock, Madara. It's fair she was mean to me first. Please let me cum. It feels so good with his cock hitting that back of my pussy while he cuts him. I want to so badly, please." And that pushes Madara over the edge. His thick cum spills over his hand. And he stops, standing up and walking over to your head, holding out his cum covered fingers.

Toji smirks down at you as you open your mouth for Madara to stuff three of his fingers down into your throat. As you wrap your lips and moan around Madara's fingers. Your soft tongue swirling around them, making his softening cock twitch.

Toji moves his knife between your legs, rubbing the flat of the blade against your clit. As he groans, "That's too bad. Shit, the way you clench around me, you really like being fucked like a slut, don't you? All covered in blood, with your pussy gushing, sucking cum of Madara's fingers. I bet you would love cumming right now."

Madara reminds Toji, "Remember, stay away from her ass. That's mine to bruise up tonight. You had her all morning since I didn't have her sit next to me on her throne."

Toji moves the knife to the inside of your thigh, careful to only cut your skin instead of the "Madara and I let you try to relax at the market. You could go shopping, eat some food, but you almost got an actual fight with another Queen instead."

Madara pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you whine, "I'm sorry!"

Madara grabs your already aching throat, squeezing it as he says, "No, you're not. You're just sorry you're getting punished. That bitch may have been acting like a brat, but that doesn't mean you have to. You can be a good girl, or at least pick better moments to be a fucking brat." And smiling as you gasp for air, only to moan again, you're getting close.

"You better not fucking cum, brat. I'm so fucking close, just kept squeezing me."

"Can't, I want to so badly. Can I please? I won't do it ever again."

"You better fucking not and quit your fucking lying." Madara pinches both of your cheeks and pulls on them, spitting into your open mouth. Which you quickly swallow and stick your tongue back out. And Toji is pulling out, pumping the tip of his cock and spurting thick cum all over you.

Leaving you crashing as you clench around nothing. And in your frustration, you sob, fat tears blur your vision.

Madara grins, your tears making his cock hard again. Madara taunts you by saying, "I thought you were all done crying. I should have known once a cry baby always a little dirty crybaby. You ready for your thirty spankings?" You try to answer back, but you cut yourself off with a cry as Madara and Toji both roughly pull a clamp off your nipple.

Madara tells Toji, "Pick out what she gets her spankings with. And give me the knife." Toji goes to look at their selection of toys meant to spank you. While Madara cuts the bloody silk bonds around your legs, which you wrap around his waist. Before he wraps an arm around your waist and frees your top half. Pulling you to his body, his chest against your aching nipples, and the way he hugs your body is soothing.

Madara lays you on your back on the bed. "Toji left you such a bloody mess, covered in so many shallow cuts and cum on your belly. Yet your pussy is drooling."

"Here's a towel to keep the cum from getting in her cuts."

"Aw I wanted to be messy for you, your good girl taking punishment covered in blood and cum." Madara's cock is fully hard as he rubs the weeping tip against your pussy lips. You looked breathtaking and fucked up, with your pussy swollen. His eyes turn red and you gasp as you smile.

You can't stop yourself from saying, "Madara and Toji, getting off on this. With both of your cocks getting hard at the thought of my hurt cum covered body. You just want to make me cry and hurt me more. That's sick." As you get some of Toji's cum on your finger and stick it in your mouth.

Toji grins and hands Madara the leather flogger as he says, "There's that smart mouth." Your eyes widen as Toji flips you over and puts you on your feet with your ass int he air. He flicks the jewel of your butt plug between your cheeks.

Madara chuckles lightly before he said, "Being a good girl lasted all of what, fifteen to twenty minutes?" Giving both of your cheeks two stinging hard hits. As your knees buckle and give, hitting the floor roughly.

Toji sits on the bed beside you and he grabs you by your hair, picking up your head and slapping you across your face, cutting your crying off. Then spitting in your face, he tells you, "Pick your ass up your disgraceful, foul mouth dirty whore. And beg Madara to hurt you." Slowly, with shaky legs, you stand up.

You sniffle, "Please spank my ass and bruise it up. I want you to beat my little whore ass up before you roughly fuck me with your fat cock." As you reach for Toji's hardening cock, stroking it. The pussy juices coating his cock, making it easier for your pump your fist up and down his length.

Madara gives your bloody thighs three slaps each, before slapping each cheek once. Not even missing a beat when your legs buckle and your knees hit the floor again. And Toji moves your fist up and down his cock by holding onto your wrist.

Madara stops only as you screaming, "Please! Please!" Madara slips two fingers inside of you, spreading them apart before closing them. And rubbing your sweet spot. Your pussy squeezes his fingers like it's a cock you can milk. And when he pulls his fingers away. Your pussy transfixes Madara, as your gummy walls try not to let him go.

You're getting so close quickly. Toji edging you earlier making you all the more senstive and Madara is happy to ruin your peak. As you sob out, "I can't do this."

Madara tells you, with a sneer to his voice. As he picks your hips up and puts you back in place. "Yes, you can, you stupid brat. You have only twenty more." The flogger is rough on you, and after this you wouldn't be making a public appearance. He could tell the public you were sick again. Which wouldn't help the rumors that he was trying to get rid of you. But those rumors be damned.

You protest right away, telling Madara, "I'm sure I should have less than-" Once again, you cut yourself off by crying as Madara gives both cheeks three hits.

Madara is quick to tell you, "I doubt you've been counting, so you can't prove me wrong. So regardless of how many you've already had. Which now you are right is less than twenty. I'm saying you have twenty more hits left, don't you?"

Your voice breaks as you can only make out two words through your sobs, "That's six!"

Toji taunts you, saying with a smirk, "You can scream it louder than that, can't you? Let us hear the pain in your voice." Two more slaps to your pussy and you can't stand anymore. Your legs giving out every time Madara tries to stand you back up.

In pain but wanting to give Toji want he wants, hoping they praise you after this. You scream, "TEN!" Your throat feels scratchy.

Madara tells Toji, "Push her like that and she'll end up losing her voice again. Some of our help already believes we are torturing her in here." As he remembers the one time the wind carried your screams to maid who heard them when walking near the tower. Who ended up becoming really concerned about your well being? It didn't help that you couldn't walk for the following day. He doesn't comfort you, you would give him this. By now you're too weak to walk on your own and your incredibly vulnerable trembling on bent over the edge of the bed, cut up and bruised.

Toji is happy to say, "That's because we are, and she is getting off on it. And or if she not getting off right now, she's letting you beat her cheeks senseless because it gets us off. Either way, it's just as sick. We may want it, but you're enabling us so damn much. Also, let us not forget whose idea it was to have a sex tower. What did you think was going to end up happening in here?" You take two more slaps on each.

"Four-" you can't get out the rest of the word. And stares at Madara, who shrugs. He wanted to push you. And you had yet to use your safe word during punishment.

Toji asks, "Baby girl, what's your safe word?"

Madara drags the flogger over to your ass. You shiver, still so sensitive and reactive despite what you've endured from Toji and Madara. You answer Toji after a few minutes, "Bratty Pineapple. I can finish. I want to prove I can be a good girl and take my punishment."

Cursing softly, as you "Shit damn, I love you so much baby girl."

Your voice sounds rough as you reply, "I love you too, Toji."

Madara decides, "After this, we can put her in the sex swing to help us fuck her holes till she cums a few more times. After putting letting us torture her, we are going to reward her for being a good girl." One more slap to each cheek.

"That's sixteen," Madara counts for you.

Toji lines his cock up with your mouth, using your hand to jerk off, not doing enough for him anymore. As he speaks over you about you to Madara, "No wonder she's depraved, we brain washed her. Fucked her dumb and broke her little pussy to where she will take anything and everything just as long as we make her cum afterwards." One more slap to each check. And Madara stops, pushing off two of the hits to rub his aching cock head up and down your wet slit. The previous neglect of himself making and watching your pussy clench and drool cream making Madara sensitive even though he has already finished on his hand.

Toji groans as he slowly fucks half of his fat cock in your mouth. While you meekly try to move your tongue. Letting go of your hair and cradling your chin, he tells you, "You only have two more than we can put you in the swing since you can't stand and we are going to make you cum so hard you'll forget the pain for a little while. And for the next few days while you heal up, I'll be there to spoil you rotten."

Madara grins and says, "No wonder she's a brat."

Toji shrugs and pulls his cock out of your mouth as Madara pulls back his hand and gives you your last two slaps. He says over your cries, "Your orders were to take care of her in any way I saw fit."

Weakly, you snort at Toji's words. As Madara drops the flogger and Toji grabs the previously forgotten hand towel on the bed. He goes to the bathroom they had built into the tower for quick cleanups. While Madara lays you on your back on the bed.

"And after taking something like this, our baby girl deserves to be spoiled, don't you?"

Toji return with two wet hand towels and a dry one. And a bottle of peroxide. He sets the brown bottle on the bed. He handed a wet towel to Madara as both men got on either side of you. And they gently wipe clean the blood that's been drying.

Toji softly tells you, "You did so good, and I know you're so tired, but once we clean you up, it's time for us to take care of you. Do you want to cum still?"

"Please Toji, Madara," they adore how you breathe their name, in your soft voice. And the plea that follows, "I need to." Has Madara groaning as he leans in to kiss you. While Toji softly presses sweet kisses around the cuts.

Then he grabs the peroxide and pouring some more on the towel. As you whimper against Madara's lips while Toji tries his best to clean your stomach and breasts gently.

Madara pulls away and kisses your forehead before saying, "Thank you for taking so much. You did so well. And looked so beautiful trembling underneath me, bloody and crying. I love you so much, sweetheart."

Smiling and saying, "I love you too, Madara."

Toji and Madara clean the thigh on their side. Toji then pats you dry with the third hand towel he brought before he picks you up, carrying you over to the sex swing. Where Madara helps him strap you up in the cuffs that are squishy and soft on the inside. You're more upright this time, with your legs spread and bent, making it easy to reach his ass and pussy.

Madara kneels in front of you, softly kissing your puffy pussy, which still aches from the stingy slaps Madara gave you earlier. So you flinch away from him, only to melt when he slips his soft wet tongue past your lips. And his rough tub strokes circles into your clit.

You moan, "Madara that feels so good in my poor little pussy, please. I want to cum on your face." As Madara groans into your pussy and pressing down a little harder on your clit.

Toji encourages you, "You can cum as much as you want. I'm sure Madara would love it if you squirted on his face." He is standing by the anal toys, grabbing some beads that only get bigger with each bead and the bottle of lube. He gets behind you and pulls the plug out of your ass. And dropping the plug, before he lubes up the beads and sticks the first bead past your tight hole.

"You moan so sweetly, just like that baby girl. Let go, think about his tongue buried in your pussy. How good it feels to have him licking your sweet gummy walls?"

"So good. I love having Madara eat my pussy out and play with my clit."

"You like filling your ass up stretching your asshole out just a little more. Your asshole is so tight it won't let go of the toy when I pull on it."

You look up at Toji the best you can, before telling him, "You can still fuck my ass, barely prepped Toji. I know how much you like my asshole painfully squeezing your cock."

Madara pulls away from your pussy, slipping two of his fingers and rubbing your sweet spot. As your head leans back against Toji's chest. While Madara looks up ant tells you, "You're too good for us, the best lover. We adore you can't you tell how much you mean to us. How crazy you make the both of us? We are all three still animals, and when we look at you, there is the primal need to protect you, fuck you and make you smile. Let no one make you doubt how much we love you." His soft words, with his thick fingers stroking your pussy in the way he knows you love best. While Toji slips the last of the beads of our your ass and lines his fat cock up with your asshole. You getting so close to cumming.

Toji pushes his fat head into your asshole with a heavy groan that as you clenching around Madara's fingers, gushing. Madara keeps finger fucking you through your high until you're whining. As Toji pushes half of his cock inside your ass.

"So fucking beautiful every time you cum. And," Madara stands up, licking his fingers as he stares into your eyes. While he reaches down with his other hand and he rubs his cock up your slit to rub against your clit. "You taste so damn sweet."

You start to plea, your voice whiney, "Madara, Toji's cock in my ass hurt so good . I want to feel your cock in my pussy, please. Can you fuck my tight pussy till I can't handle it anymore? I'm already bruised, so you might as well fuck me how you want to. Please Mads fuck me. I need you. I want you so badly."

Toji slams all of his cock inside you as you rapidly squeeze him, making it feel like your ass is throbbing around him. As Toji groans, pausing for a second to enough you before he bottoms out as Madara slams his hips in. His cock head hitting the back of your pussy as he moans, "You're so damn wet."

"Her ass is milking my cock. You're going to look so dirty with both of your holes dripping with cum when we finished stuffing you."

"Please breed both of your needy little whore holes. Please Toji, Please Madara." You switch back and forth, begging and moaning out their names.

They sandwiched you between of their hard, scarred, warm chests. As Madara grabs your hips, keeping your body still so they could better pound both of your holes. As they switch to timing their thrusts without passing a word between them.

Your body is getting weaker. Your arms are too sore to grab onto them or the sex swing. And against your will, your eyes are drooping as your body is giving into exhaustion.

"Don't pass out on us just yet, baby girl. We not done with you." Madara grabs your face, making you look him in the eye as he sticks his thumb in your mouth, pressing it against your tongue when you don't suck. And he knows it's because you don't have the energy to.

Neither man could blame you after what they put your body through. "It's a good thing I don't think I can last too long. Her ass feels too good."

Madara groans, "Her pussy is sucking me in deep. Fuck, I wanted this to last longer, but I suppose we should have paced ourselves then."

Toji softly "When you wake u, baby girl, both of us are going to be there cuddling you. Don't worry, sweetheart, we are going to take good care of you." The last thing you feel is Madara's lips against your forehead and their fat cocks deep in your gut.

m.list

[bright-whump]

Ok so 👀👀 for a nsfw prompt: a whumpee who was abused by their captor and now they think their only worth is as a sexual object, and caretaker doesn’t know how to deal with it/deprogram them. No pressure to write it if it’s not your thing, of course!!

VERY MUCH MY THING. I LOVE THE ANGST IT’S SO GOOD. Poor both of them 🥺

CWs: past trauma/pet whump (so mentions of past n-oncon), and a very failed seduction of an unconsenting Caretaker (so also very brief noncon kissing/touching, but not with any malice or whumper-ness behind it), and Whumpee kinda victim-blaming themselves

x

“Whumpee.”

“Yes, Master?” Oh, God.

Caretaker breathes in and heavily sighs it out, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of their nose and then drag their hand down their face.

“Please put your clothes back on.”

Whumpee looks up at them, and their expression turns a bit confused. They wiggle a little on the bed, and then spread their legs a little further apart, and Caretaker can’t look anymore. It feels wrong. It feels like they're violating them without even doing a thing.

“But I’m ready,” Whumpee says, confused.

“Ready?” Caretaker echoes, to the floor, and Whumpee shifts again, and the moan they let out makes the blood rush to Caretaker’s cheeks as they duck their head even further.

“For you, Master.”

“God,” Caretaker groans, and then grabs the throw from the chair in the corner, tossing it over Whumpee's lower half as they approach. “We have to talk.”

“Yes sir,” Whumpee says, tilting their head, and Caretaker shakes their own.

“No. I’m not sir. I’m not Master. I told you. I’m Caretaker. I’m not—” They sigh again, even harder somehow. It almost hurts. This all almost hurts. “I’m not going to have sex with you."

Whumpee’s breath hitches. They sound like they’re going to cry, and Caretaker doesn’t know why until—

“I—I was bad?”

“What? Whumpee, no, I just—”

“I was bad,” Whumpee whispers, and buries their face in their hands, starting to curl up into the same ball they’d been in for the entire first day Caretaker had them here. “I was bad, I was bad, I was bad, I’m sorry, what did I do? What did I—”

“Whumpee.”

But Whumpee doesn’t seem to hear them. They cry even harder, trembling, and the second Caretaker reaches out to touch them, to hold them, do something because they can't stand to see the poor thing like this, Whumpee moans.

"Please...take me...please...I'll be so good for you, Master!" Even with their voice choked with tears, their face red and wet, they try to get closer, pawing at Caretaker's pants, kissing at Caretaker's shoulder, trying to nuzzle up to do it to their neck until Caretaker flinches away. "Wait! No, I-I'll use my mouth, I—I don't bite, they trained me good, I promise—just don't—don't be mad at me, Master, please—"

"Oh, Whumpee…" Caretaker can't keep their own voice from shaking. They can't keep the tremble out if their hand as they reach to pet Whumpee's hair, because they know now it seems to calm them down. "Oh, what did they do to you?"

"Trained me good," Whumpee whispers, but...this time they sound haunted. For good reasons, Caretaker is sure, and Caretaker doesn't want to know a single one of them.

"You're good," Caretaker tells them. "Okay? Just. Please. I think you're beautiful. You are. There's nothing wrong with you. And you didn't do anything bad. I���m not mad at you!"

Whumpee sniffles. "But...you don't want me.”

“No, Whumpee. I mean—I want you here. I don’t want to…” They gesture, a bit helplessly. “Do anything to you.”

“Why...wh-why else am I here?"

"You're here to be safe. You're here so you don't have to be hurt anymore!"

But Whumpee doesn't look like they believe that. And of course they don't. Caretaker isn't a therapist, they just met Whumpee, and they have no idea what they're doing. Not a clue. They have Whumpee because the chance had been there to take, to rescue, to be a hero.

It's turned out so much more complicated now than they ever could have dreamed. And it's not their fault, of course; Caretaker doesn’t blame them. They just want to help.

But there’s so damn far to go, and they have no idea where to even start.

[returnsandreturns]

Matt sleeping next to foggy and just listening to his heart beat for awhile fluffy very nice and sweet

-maybe foggy just so happens to have a wet dream and Matt is like 👀 let me just help with that lmao-

this is not actually this prompt at all but oops

Matt's normally the first one to get up when they fall asleep in the same bed together, slipping away before Foggy wakes up so it doesn't get weird, but it's early and the room is cold and he's comfortable enough in his heterosexuality to admit to himself that sprawling out on Foggy's warm broad chest is the only thing he wants to be doing right now.

He's half asleep again when Foggy mumbles his name.

He's fully awake when he realizes that Foggy was actually moaning his name.

Foggy's hips twitch and Matt's frozen because he should have already left. He shouldn't have let himself self-indulgently cuddle with his unconscious friend and he shouldn't still be clinging to him when he's almost certainly--based on uncomfortable roommate observation--having a wet dream.

He tries to get up but Foggy's arms around him tighten a little with another soft moan. He can't get away without waking him up. Which means the only thing that he can do other than have a confusing sexual experience by being adjacent to this is wake him up.

"Fog," he says, softly, shaking his shoulder, repeating the process until Foggy wakes up with a gasp.

"Whoa," he says, faintly. "Hi."

"Hi," Matt says, smiling. "You were, uhm. . .making some noises? I thought maybe you were having a bad dream."

". . .yeah," Foggy says, heart hammering and lying perfectly still, letting go of Matt entirely. "Total nightmare."

"That sucks, buddy," Matt says, patting his shoulder when he sits up. "I'm going to go grab a shower, okay?"

"Sure," Foggy says, a little high-pitched. "Have fun."

Matt's been in the shower for about five minutes when he remembers that Foggy said his name while he was almost definitely having a sex dream. They were kind of all up on each other, though. Brains are complex.

It doesn't necessarily mean anything.

[a-regular-ol-pill]

EYOOOO IT'S ME AGAIN how are youuuu mate💖💖💖

ehem, this time can I request sum NSFW headcanons (or you can just turn it into scenario if this is too hard, sorry🙇) of Claude, basically he is dating a reader who is the daughter of a conglomerate. but because claude has a bad reputation as a thief, claude and reader have no other option but to hide their relationship><

SOOO, PLS IMAGINE THIS, every midnight, Claude will sneak into the reader's room which is like 13 meters high in reader's fam big mansion from the room's goddam big ass window, and they will have fun all night👀 until dawn👀👀👀 also I'd really like if you make the reader has a sweet and innocent personality(pls make sum smutty headcanons or a scenario for this brainrot I'm beggin😔😔)

not me imagining this whole thing with Claude's blazing trace skin ufgghhhaaaaaaaagggh😩😩😩😩

sorry if this confuses you😔🙇

anyways, thank you so much! please take care💕💕

"I'll teach you everything I know, only if you can handle it."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Claude, You.

!! NSFW 18+ !!

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; Welcome back! And— Oh my dear god of Pills. My brain became twisted when I read your request— In a good way! You genuinely requested in a time where I was in a *nice* mood, so I made both! Scenario and headcanons! Or just a plain out story instead of a scenario.. (I don't know the difference.)

Want to request? Click here.

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader: 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"Breaking the rules is only one thing, you can do it with me."

This man will litter your chest and stomach with hickeys after both of you agreed that your relationship is meant to be kept secret.

His sex drive is high, so expect him to sneak into your room every night just to dominate you.

Will absolutely ruin your innocence if your dad is not around the house, because he knows fully well that you'll be all; sweet little angel on him in the next night.

Your dad will often ask you where the mass amounts of new clothes in your closet comes from, but only you and Claude will know the reason as to why there are... clothes for men there in the pile..

Soooo, you know how he wants to show you off as his precious gem? He'll try to convince you to let go of your voice, even when people are inside your mansion. This man is a risk taker. No joke.

Oh!.. and the big window.. He'll turn you over to it, push the curtains aside and continue fucking you while you're cross-dressing.

There are tons of times that the maids or butlers there would hear your noises, but luckily for the both of you— Dexter is there to act like he made that noise.

Speaking of Dexter, Claude'll definitely have him act like your new pet. To make the sound covering more believable of course.

Imagine he just praises you, brings up the fact that you're a daddy's girl, and tells you; He's your daddy now. After all, he taught you everything about intimacy.

You've definitely been caught by your dad. He just doesn't bring it up, because he doesn't know who your secret lover is, and that he knows that one of the workers will overhear, and spread the rumor. It'll damage his reputation if he dares to bring it up with you.

After a serious day, full of close calls and stressful situations, Claude wanted his pent up frustration out. It was probably time to... teach you another lesson about intimacy. That's what he thought— he's already imagining how oblivious you will look while he explains to you how you can take your frustrations out during sex. Imagining how you would whine for him to stop on the fifth round of sex that the two of you were participating in.

God, it was just something about how unexperienced you are that makes Claude pop a boner— like a really horny teenager. "Alright Dexter, y'know the drill. Just get up on there, place the hologram in her room, and act like a pet." Claude spoke up, nudging his monkey partner; Who was snoozed asleep on his shouder. The monkey, Dexter, made a noise in reply, displeased that he has to climb up.

Claude simply laughed and place the monkey near the growing vines on the backside of the building. "Aw, come on Dexter! You'll get to see your favorite owner— our precious gem that you favor more than me!" His owner pressed on. Dexter pointed a finger to himself, and to his owner before sticking out his tongue and started climbing up the vines.

Claude only rolled his eyes at Dexter's antics. You— on the other hand, was tossing and turning in your comfortable bed. The day you had was awful, and your back was too tense for the literal cloud foam bed below you. You were slowly getting more and more impatient— Where was Claude when you needed him most? 'I need a warm cuddle buddy.'

Luckily for you, your prayers have been answered. Not even seconds after your thoughts passed, you heard a squeak of a monkey from outside your window. "Dexter!" You whispered to no one, springing up from your bed and rushing to let the cute monkey companion in. Dexter jumped onto your head eagerly. Squealing in happiness.

"Where's Claude? Surely he didn't leave you out to visit me, did he?" You asked, Dexter jumped off from your head. When you turned around, you saw him placing something down on the ground before rushing to your fruitbowl and grabbing a banana. "Dexter!" You scolded, playfully stomping over to the monkey and laughing once he gave you; Big, puppy dog eyes. Oh what a manipulative monkey he was.

Taking another banana from the bowl, you replaced the slightly rotting one from his hands with the one you held. Unaware that your desired visitor was already there. Right behind you. "Alright, you-." You were about to charge at Dexter to cuddle him to death, until a pair of hands wrapped around your waist. A squeal escaped your lips, about to scream— Until Claude went ahead and kissed your beautifully exposed shoulder.

You gasped in slight surprise, but was able to relax your back againts his chest. The tension finally being able to relieve itself with Claude's presence. Dexter, however, left after finding that you were distracted. "You're still beautiful as ever, my gem.." Claude whispered, turning you around and pecking your lips. A smile crept its way up to your lips as you hugged him tightly. "You have no idea how horrible my day has been!" You started, pulling away and leaning on your arm.

Claude happily listened to you, containing his lust and watching you rant about the day with your dad. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander, your nightgown was certainly see-through, given him being able to see how your stomach and chest was still filled with disappearing marks that he had left— weeks prior from today.

As you finished the last bit of your rant, you dramatically fell on your bed. Closing your eyes— only to feel the warm lips of Claude's on your own. "Is this another lesson?" You asked, in between Claude's increasingly messy kisses. He simply nodded as an answer. Going down to your thighs and lifting the soft fabric up to kiss your thighs. You shivered in delight.

"You know how frustrated someone can get, right?" He started, sucking softly at the flesh of your thighs. You hummed, gently rolling your hips for him to continue— He knew you well enough to know that you were listening, so, with that knowledge. He continued; "We take our frustrations out on different ways. Like cooking, cleaning, stealing, or something else."

"Mhm.." You urged, allowing him to open your legs— Claude licking his lips at the sight of your soaked core. You looked like a whole meal to him, and damn, was he hungry for something. "I want to take my frustration out with you." He said, tugging your underwear down and surprising you with the cold air of your room. "Then you should.." You offered, suddenly throwing your head back when Claude pushed three fingers simultaneously into your hole.

"No, I need to teach you how. Take everything I give you, you can do it, right? My precious gem?" Why would you say no to disappoint him?

"Yes.. I can."

So, you found yourself in a situation— Claude was literally eating you out for a few hours now. His hand tweaking your nipples and the other pumping his fingers relentlessly inside you. You were getting overstimulated. He just couldn't get enough, you tasted amazing that he kept fingering you, and lapping over your clit in hopes of you reaching your orgasm. Over and over again.

His frustration wasn't saturated, even with the fifth orgasm you had. So you can only hope that sex could finally calm him down. "Claude.. hurry. Please. I'm gonna go crazy if you aren't inside me." You whimpered out, eyes rolling back as he curled his fingers to hit your spot. He felt proud to see you like this— Thighs covered in slick and cum, your face oh so beautifully fucked out.

Though, the thought of permanently ruining you worried him. Only after you looked at him with those clouded eyes, that he found out that be didn't need to worry. "My precious... so overstimulated for me, hm?" He cooed, smiling after your hands pulled his face close to yours. Your heavy breathing gave it away— You needed him. Even if it risks the two of you getting caught.

Claude fell deeper inlove with you after that, you were so beautiful and perfect in every way. He didn't want to show you off right now. He wanted you all to himself. It doesn't hurt to be selfish, right?

"Give me your hands." He told you. You nodded and let him take your hands and place it around his neck. Your skin on his body felt so amazing— and only now did he feel the painful boner in his pants. "Your lips look so plump.." He commented, tracing his fingers over your lips. Giving you butterflies at the feeling. His calloused hand fit so well with your body, it was perfect— even Claude almost forgot his frustration and the lesson he was gonna teach you.

You haven't even noticed Claude was already out of his pants until you felt the similar feeling of his head, poking at your clit. "I won't go easy on you if you let me continue." Claude warned, biting his lip when you released more of your slick to coat his cock. He was asking for consent in a subtle, but still obvious way. It took him everything in his body to not plow into your cunt after you said you were fine wirh it.

Even if it took him everything, it didn't stop him enough to prevent him from pistoning himself in and out of your core at a fast pace. You barely managed to cry out, barely managed to enjoy the feeling of him filling you up so good because he was fucking you like a rabid animal. Every stroke of his cock made your eyes roll back, and your back arched even more.

You were squirming, begging him to touch your neglected clit as he forced your hips down. Possibly leaving marks on your hips, but he didn't care. He was too far in his own orgasm to realize that he did infact, leave marks on you. As much as he would have liked to panic, you suddenly orgasming around him distracted him. He continued his merciless pace, admiring how you gripped the back of his hair and letting the moans from your mouth flow to his ears.

Well, at this point. Who am I to continue this and not leave it up to your imagination~?

Your mind was blank at this point— He had hit your spot countless amounts of times and you were shaking. Babbling nonsense because of the ever going orgasm you keep experiencing from the overstimulation.

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[bethsuglywigs]

top 5 tropes

1. Canon Divergence 

Cross Your Fingers, Be It Fahrenheit or Centigrade, and Warm in the Fire of Us by @pynkhues

I don’t think I need to sell anyone on Sophie’s work because it’s well established that she provides high quality content. fortunately for me, she also likes the same tropes as me so i stay well fed. 

CYF: a post-s2 fic dripping with angst and criminal activity. the scene where rio interrupts beth’s date lives rent free in my head. 

BIFOC: set during s2, rio is sick 😷 and beth plays nurse 👩‍⚕️ ... god tier scenario 

WITFOU: set during s3 (aka brio’s angst era) lets just say... clean like him changed me on a spiritual level  (inspired the forbid blow job 👀)

a song inside the halls of the dark by @mego42

this fic as everything: a road trip, beth committing murder, crafts, several near death experiences, brio sexily not communicating, find my friends, AND pta moms interacting with brio... like what more could you ask for in a sprawling post-s2 fic? a must read imo 

Good Sport by fireinsideforfun

i know you’re all ARC stans so I don’t need to tell you that fiff is a good writer. but what I am hear to say is that Good Sport is a slept on fic (pun intended). brio bed sharing and not communicating my beloved. 

for a moment we were strangers by openhearts

this is fic is iconic for fully embracing beth and rio’s age gap (41 v. 29)... openhearts said cougar rights. but also this fic is a fun little brio playing house fic and i just can’t get enough of it 

I Put A Spell On You (and now you're mine) by @sdktrs12

um hellooooooooooo halloween 🎃 prompts my beloved. 

2. Hate Sex

your monster looks like mine by mego42

this fic is about having hate sex on drugs..... das it baby 🥵

satisfied through the weekend by @septiembrre

the show gave us brio having sex while beth is on a date with her husband (iconic, revolutionary, etc), but Gaby one-upped them and gave use up brio having sex while beth is on a date with the hitman she hired to murder rio... i have to stan 

As Good As This by @riosnecktattoo

wire sex - i simply love betrayal 

Two Shoes by pynkhues

all you need to know about this fic is that brio do a job together that requires them to dance and then hide in a closet together (sexily)... the animosity and sexual tension is off the charts

I Will Collect You and Capture You by @foxmagpie

oKaY..... these clowns 🤡 are really at their worst in this fic. like please have a conversation im begging you (jk keep hate fucking and being angsty). rio fr thinks he can fuck beth out of his system, but all he can do is think about her when he’s with other women. literally down so bad in this one. 

3. Outsider POV/Interactions

Three Drops (an intermission) and If It Wasn't for All the Lights by pynkhues

these two fics inspired my own outsider pov fic... thats how influential they are. other people should NOT be forced to interact with beth and rio and yet... its so incredibly funny when they do. i would sell my soul for some more outsider pov fic i s2g. 

Choose Your Own Adventure by sdktrs12

if you’ve followed me for longer than 30 seconds then you know im a cyoa stan. the concept of beth and rio having to spend time with normal parents makes me insane. and they’re just so horny for each other, but in the woods and thats just so special to me.

listening through the air shaft by mego42

another iconic outsider pov fic. truly the dean pov chapter is incredible. like it was so incredibly big brained of meg to make Dean witness brio coming out of the  bathroom break bathroom together. transcendent really. 

AITA for wanting to stop paying my wife’s “business partner” and yelling at her? by @lemoncupcake

spoiler alert: he is the asshole 

PTA Vibes by greyish 

again i’m OBSESSED with the idea of normal people interacting with brio and being subjected to their insanity. and brio being on the pta together is inherently hysterical. 

4. School AU

delinquents, stunner, and I'll Fall If You Do by foxmagpie

queen of high school aus it has to be said. the high school teacher just JUMPS out and im obsessed. 

delinquents... my beloved... where to even begin? a must read for sure. i love this fic so much it inspired my entire fanfic fanart series. 

stunner: blockt for this one; intentional infliction of emotional distress law suit still pending 

IFIYD: i love two dummies with a requited crush on each other playing spin the bottle   

Both Sides of the Law by @joeyjoeylee

if you’re ever been to law school then you’d know that joey captured it perfectly. its the perfect au setting for brio because only insane people go to law school. thats just facts. this fic made me cry (real actual tears from my eyes) several times. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

QuikGrove University by sdktrs12

a staple in the brio college au category. just two college students having sex and committing crimes like god intended. 

watermelon sugar and Seven Minutes in Heaven by @querenaxx

ws: rio spends this entire fic with his tongue 👅 inside beth and i love that journey for him

smih: the title really says it all. and what im saying is that it needs a sequal as asap as possible.

Jawbreaker by riosnecktattoo

tay does simp rio like no one else... its the longing for me... (also rio sexily plays basketball)

Pre Season by @wakeupflawless

if you follow my main blog then you know im obsessed with soccer so of course a brio soccer au is going to be my bread and butter. they literally want to fuck each other so bad, but also, they want to beat each other on the field and that just feels so right.

Sliding Into Third by @fairhairedkings

baseball rio... das it baby... that’s all i need to say i think

A Special Kind of Business by CaptainCabinets

beth x rio x high school x drug dealing = incredible 

5. Very Brio Specific Sex (i.e. pool table, hot tub, desk etc.)    

Invitation to a Beheading by riosnecktattoo

they literally have sex next to a dead body (🥴)

Say It by riosnecktattoo 

desk sex with a twist bc its at boland bubbles instead of boland motors (cucking is cucking babes)

trade my heart for honey and now use both hands by mego42

tmhfh: antagonistic pool playing leads to fucking on the pool table 

nusbh: desk sex but they make it other peoples problem lmao

Lining Up the Shot  and Part of the Equation by brokensatellites

luts: he bends her over the pool table just like in canon, but its actually sexy

pote: hot tub sex like literally fucking in the hot bubbly water 

Show Me How To Get Offended by FakePlastikTrees 

hot tub sex, sex in the hot tub - its what we deserved but never got

your tongue told me every lie by carrythesky 

desk sex on THE boland motors desk... 😌

Salty Sweet by foxmagpie

desk sex but beth is sucking him off under the desk while hes conducting business 

[all-about-kyu]

Congrats on 300 !! Can I have extra smutty prompt 53 with yangyang 👀

Here you are my love

Pairing: Yangyang x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst MINORS DNI MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Warnings: jealously, unprotected sex, biting/ hickeys

Word Count: 857

You have no idea why you agreed to secretly date Yangyang, you loved him and you wanted to show that, at least to your friends. Which is why right now is torture, you’re surrounded by your friends and you can’t even so much as kiss him on the cheek. You were all goofing off as you normally would, it slightly annoyed you that Yangyang had his arm thrown behind Ningning but you didn’t dare say a word just in case it started something. On top of all that, your boyfriend had no right to look as good as he did, a sleeveless hoodie showing off his arms, his hair pushed back out of his face, a pair of light ripped jeans. It took everything in you not to pounce on him then and there. That’s when everything went downhill, nothing was bad, the little things began to add up though. Yangyang wasn’t meaning to annoy you by clinging to your friend, honestly, he wasn’t even thinking about it. You were just as clingy to Jeno, he knew it was because of how close you were though, there was no issue. You knew Ningning liked him, that was the issue with them being clingy. The younger girl had told you one day during a sleepover at her apartment that she had a big crush on your boyfriend. The conversation drifted to relationships, initiated by Mark, who had just recently started dating someone and needed to talk about it.

“Ya know,” Yeri started, “Y/n and Yangyang would be a really cute couple. They get along really well too. I wouldn’t be surprised if they started dating soon”

You awkwardly giggled wanting Yangyang to handle the situation, “I don’t know about that,” he smiled, “she’s my friend, wouldn’t that make things weird? I think she’s better off with Jeno than she would be with me.”

Your friends all took his comment into account, but you saw red. You knew he didn’t mean what he said, but what he insinuated made you beyond mad, “We’re more than friends and you fucking know it Lui Yangyang! Fuck you!” you stormed off to your room slamming the door behind you.

“Um- Yang, you want to explain what’s happening?” Mark piped up.

“Later.” was all he said before running off to your room.

He stopped just outside your door knocking lightly not wanting to anger you any further. You yelled from the other side for him to leave you alone again. He was not giving up though, he didn’t care if they knew anymore.

“Baby,” he called, “I’m sorry, I panicked and I didn’t know what to do. You know I didn’t mean it. I love you so much.”

He could hear you sniffle on the other side of the door, “I love you too, I just hate hiding us.” “Well, I’m pretty sure they all know now. Can you let me in so we can talk face to face?”

You creak the door open and immediately are enveloped in his arms. He continuously whispers about how much he loves you against your hair. You hug him back pulling him into your room and shutting the door. Once you’re safe behind the door you look up at him and place your lips against his. The kiss quickly became heated as he guides you back to your bed and hovers over you.

“Are you sure you want this now? Everyone’s out in the living area right now.” he asks.

“Like you said, baby,” you pull him closer, “they already know.” you giggle before pulling him back into a kiss.

It didn’t take long for you to both be naked and have you on top of him humping him like a bitch in heat. Of course, by this point, you had had enough of just grinding against him and took his member slipping it inside you. You both moan at the feeling, Yangyang wastes no time and begins thrusting up into you. Your breasts bounce in his face making him move his hands from your hip to instead cup your breasts and play with your nipples. You whine loudly at the amount of pleasure he was giving you. You approach you high at a fast pace, panting with every lick he leaves on your nipple, every thrust of his hips. You could tell he was close too, he always bit you and left hickeys as he came closer. He attached himself to your throat not worrying about what the others would say about the marks when you returned.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, “I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside you?”

“Yeah,” you panted, “please, wanna come too.”

Moments later you reach your highs together and you collapse on him trying to catch your breath. You’re torn from your post-sex glow when you hear cackling from Mark in the living room. You know Donghyuck probably said something that had the other laughing so loudly. You both decide to re-dress and join the others. “Get ready for the teasing,” he sighed as you make your way back down the hallway.

His assumption was right, the moment you sit back down on the couch Yeri spoke up, “Just friends, right.” she smirked, “Nice hickeys y/n.”

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[key201303]

Hi! Can I request numbers 21 and 36 from the smut prompts with Hendery please? 😊

Heyy! Your requests are irders for me 🤩 specially when they involved THIS Hendery 👀 I’ll also take this opportunity to announce I’m working on a fwb fic with Hendery and this could be a little peekaboo of what it will be 👀🤭 Anyways!! Hope you enjoy this little drabble ❤❤

Pairing: Hendery x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fwb

Plot: You never knew you could develop deep feelings for your friends with benefits but when that friend was Hendery and waking up next to him every Sunday morning became a habit you couldn’t help falling in love with him.

Warnings: Fingering, pet names, mentions of friends with benefits, daddy kink, Hendery being naughty 😏

Word count: 730 words

“Hendery…” His name fell from your lips with a small thread of voice. You knew this was wrong. Having sex with deeper thoughts with the boy you promised you would never fall in love was wrong. But his lips ghosting around your skin, leaving open mouthed kiss on your neck, sometimes even biting to leave a mark so everyone could know you were his, and his hand slowly pulling down your pants to reveal the panties you have meticulously chosen in case this would happen would have never helped you to not fall in love with him. But still, you knew this was wrong.

Even though you attempted a few times to stop him, telling him this was wrong, he completely ignored you. Just by hearing your voice, how it called his name whenever he touched you, he perfectly knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you and even though your mouth and mind were telling him to stop, your body was shouting something completely different. You had to admit it was really hard for you to stop him with all the pleasure you felt whenever he touched you. 

“We’re not friends and you know it, baby girl. Why do you want me to stop when I make you feel this good?” He said, pressing a bit harder on your clothed clit making you call his name uncontrollably once again. “You see? You love how I make you feel. Why don’t you just give in and stop resisting?” He kept teasing you. You have known Hendery for quite long to know how much he loved teasing the girls who he had sex with but somehow, the way he teased you felt different. It didn’t feel like you were one of his fleeting partners, it actually felt like not only you but he wanted this to last forever. “We promised to not fall in love.” You struggled to say as he kept teasing your dripping core, your panties have been already thrown somewhere in the room. You were never supposed to fall in love with who you agreed on being friends with benefits but after all this time it was pretty impossible for both of you to keep that promise. 

“I know you want to forget that promise as much as I want to.” He whispered in your ear as he finally introduced his fingers on your core, finally touching where you have needed him the most. Even if you wanted to deny it, he was definitely right. You also wanted to call him yours the way he called you his between the sheets of your bed and not only when you were laying on bed naked but when you were at a cafe or at the park as well, just like normal couples always did. That was it, you wanted to be his girlfriend and so he did. 

His pace increased as minutes went by, taking you to Heaven with every single move he made and making you call his name repeatedly once you completely gave in to him. “Oh doll stop calling my name, you know how much I love when you call me the magic word.” He said with a wide smirk spread on his rosy lips. At some point of the night you have shut your eyes, unable to deal with the growing pleasure that was built in your lower body. Hendery didn’t care at all, he actually loved to see your face like that but he needed to see your eyes before asking you what he was about to ask. “Look at me, I need to see those beautiful eyes.” He said, removing his fingers from your wet core and making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. The moment you opened your eyes he felt like he was looking at a peaceful night sky full of twinkling little stars. In that moment he could notice how much he actually loved you ever since you both first met. “Now be a good girl and tell me. Who’s your daddy?” He said with a husky voice that sent chills down your spine. Every time he pronounced those words, your entire body reacted in a way nobody else made it react.

Maybe it was wrong falling in love with the boy you’ve considered a fuck buddy for so long but it definitely felt so good.

[belphegor1982]

Might I recommend prompt 98 "I've had enough" with Mr. Flute Man himself, Hartley Rathaway? 👀👀

Thank you!! Ooh, this was fun to write 💜 I might post it on AO3 if you think it's good enough? Anyway.

Heads-up, though: this contains homophobia. No slurs, but shitty attitudes.

Enough

His father is looking down his nose at him. Hartley is determined to not let it work. He may be long-limbed and skinny with the characteristic ginger hair of his mother’s family, but he got his height from Osgood’s genes and that means he can look at his father in the eye, even as said father is trying to intimidate him into not moving out.

“You don’t understand,” pleads Rachel Rathaway, and Hartley hates the quiver in her voice he knows means Be reasonable, you’re a child. He’s not. “It’s for your own good. What would you even do, out there?”

“You do know I’ve been working on sonics for two years?” says Hartley, so affronted he forgets to be nervous. He rehearsed this speech, for God’s sake – he just forgot to account for his parents’ habit of not paying any attention to him except when it suits them.

Osgood frowns.

“Tinkering in your bedroom isn’t ‘working’.”

“I published three articles in Applied Acoustics last year. And I invented a device that actually makes use of picosecond ultrasonics to tamper with brainwaves. That’s a pretty big deal, Dad.”

“See,” exclaims Osgood with a large gesture, “this is precisely why I don’t understand why you won’t at least intern in the company. You’re smart! You could use those brain cells of yours to uphold your family’s legacy! Instead you still want to play with toys and pretend you’re someone you’re not—”

“What?”

“You know what I mean, you’re always holed up in that soup kitchen of yours like you’re some kind of Mother Theresa – do these bums even know what your time should be worth?”

“My –” Hartley throws up his hands in the air. Here we go again. “First of all, Dad, it’s a gay shelter. Most of the ‘bums’ who go there are kids who got thrown out by their families for being gay.”

That said, he also volunteers at a soup kitchen for the homeless. But the place he spends most of his volunteer time is the shelter on 95th.

“That’s terrible.” To Rachel’s credit, she sounds like she means it. Something inside Hartley unclenches a tiny bit. Of course, she ruins it when she adds sententiously, “It’s good of you to help these people.”

It’s the way she says these people. Tiny goosebumps crawl up Hartley’s spine and the back of his neck, the way they do every time a Bad Conversation looms. Every damn time.

“Mom,” he says slowly, “you do know I’m like them, right? I’m gay.”

His father huffs.

“I know you’d do anything to stand out. Once you grow past this childish need to provoke outrage I have no doubt you’ll find a girl to your liking.”

“Which would make me bisexual, Dad, and not any less queer. But I told you, I’m gay. I like guys, and only guys.”

He’s tempted to say he kissed his first boy when they were both eleven, back when all he wanted to do was hold Richie’s hand in public and be proud to say I have a boyfriend. Or that he lost his virginity with Steve last year, if you can say that when all they did was get naked and kiss each other all over with more enthusiasm than competence. But he doesn’t. Contrary to what his father seems to think, Hartley doesn’t want to provoke outrage. His life – his love life, his sex life – is his own and he will not use something that intimate just to make a point. He just wants his parents to finally get it into their heads that he’s not going to marry into the Keystone City high society and take over his father’s company. He’s seen the way the system treats employees, and he knows it’s no use trying to change it from the inside. Sometimes it’s tempting to take a shortcut and just help himself to the heaps of cash that sleep in the vaults, or in the bank, instead of going to the people who need it most.

Also, it’s illegal.

But it is tempting.

Osgood rolls his eyes.

“I know it’s all the rage among kids today to declare they’re gay or all of those fancy words that boil down to ‘not normal’, but I will not have my own son play that game under my own roof.”

Hartley stares at him. At his mother. No support there, only silence and damp eyes, begging him to stay. To be a good boy. (To endure, again.)

To hell with this.

“Okay,” he articulates. “Okay, then.”

Hartley Rathaway turns around and walks away, up to his room. When he comes out, carrying a bag with some clothes and all the sonic equipment he could carry, Osgood splutters behind him, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Away,” says Hartley, his heart pounding in his chest. “Out of here. It was overdue, anyway. I’ve had enough.”

“You—Hartley!”

“Leave it, Rachel,” Osgood sneers. “I give him a week to come crawling back.”

Hartley grits his teeth.

“When you’re ready to see and accept me for who I am,” he says, marvelling at the way his voice is barely shaking even as fury comes to a boil inside him, “give me a call. Until then – bye.”

It’s not the pithy Parthian shot he means to leave behind, but it will have to do.

Hartley starts walking. He doesn’t stop until he’s well out of the Rathaway residence, in a public park, where he sinks down onto a bench and waits till his legs stop shaking.

He’s free. He is free.

And he is utterly alone.

He gives himself a minute to stop feeling scared stiff and sorry for himself. Then he wipes the remnants of the tears of rage from his cheeks and starts walking again, this time with a new purpose.

Time to find a roof over his head, food, and a way to keep it.

As for the rest… Hartley has something in mind.

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Picosecond ultrasonics are a thing! But they have nothing to do with Hartley's flute or brainwaves :D

Maybe I should point out that, unless asked for something else, I'll always write the Rogues as a mix of what we see in the Justice League Unlimited show and headcanons that come from the main New Earth verse, pre-52. So for me Pied Piper will always be that rich gay kid with the cochlear implants who decided to rob banks to help the poor, found a family with the Rogues, and later formed a friendship with Wally and went legit. Basically, be gay, do crimes ;)