#my hand writing is so sloppy sorry y’all

[preeningpisces]

May I propose Kenjaku-Geto twin au

[urbabycowboy]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ᝰ 𝐜. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; where the preachers daughter has an erotic experience with someone she shouldn’t have.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; public sex, pet names (baby, pretty girl), 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓; oral (r!recieving), fingering, climax, virgin!r

𝐬𝐡𝐞; i suck at writing smut so bear with me.

it was a warm summer afternoon as you were walking home from a youth event at your church, a bible clutched tight to your chest. the sun shone brightly, and the birds sang heavenly in the trees, matching your own light and carefree spirit.

as you turned the corner, you ran into someone you’ve tried to avoid majority of your life. chris sturniolo. he exuded confidence and charm that drew people to him. women fell at his feet and were tricked by his smooth talk and good looks.

the two of you collided, causing you to stumble back. “oh my, i am so sorry!” you exclaimed, your accent declared itself due to the embarrassment of this interaction.

chris laughed, the sound deep and captivating. “it’s okay baby, here let me get that.” he motioned towards the large, pink bible that had fell previously. his fingers briefly brushed yours as he placed the bible back in your hands, sending a tingle up your small spine.

this tingle came significant in your body as you thanked him and your heart started to beat faster than it ever had. there was something so mysterious about him but you knew you had to stay away.

“let me walk you home,” chris offered, falling into step beside you. “it’s not safe for a pretty girl like yourself to be all alone.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

you couldn’t refuse, and as y’all walked, conversation sparked. chris asked you about your life, dreams, and hopes. he listened intently, his dark eyes fixed on you intently.

eventually, the two of you were stood at your front gate. “thank you for your help,” you said, blushing at this encounter as a whole.

he smiled, and his eyes seemed to smolder with an unspoken desire. “anytime, y/n. i loved getting to know you, pretty girl.”

as he turned to leave, you felt an unknown boldness wash over you. “would you like to come in for lemonade? my father won’t be home for a while.”

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

a slow, wicked grin spread across chris’ face as your heart skipped a beat. “of course, darlin’.”

they say on the the porch swing, sipping lemonade, and continued their conversation. you felt yourself relaxing in chris’ presence, drawn to the relentless charm you swore you hated.

as the sky turned to a deep violet, chris set his glass down and turned to face you, his hand gracing your knee. “you know, y/n, you’re not like these other girls. there’s something special about you.” this sentence alone made your heart skip a beat as he moved closer and closer to you with each passing moment.

“i’ve never really thought of myself as special.” you admitted to him.

chris leaned closer, his warm breath fanning softly against your cheek. “you should. you’re beautiful, y/n. and i can see that desire in your eyes. you want to experience life, don’t you?”

your breath caught in your throat as you nodded, unable to speak. you had never felt such a strong pull towards anyone before, and it was both exciting and scary.

his fingers gently tilted your chin up while his thumb brushed your lower lip. “let me show you” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. without another word, his lips began to attack yours in this bitter moment.

as the kiss deepened, he pulled you closer, his tongue seeking entrance, which earned a moan from you. chris’ hands slowly started to move down your body; ending below your ass. you gasp at this action.

the dainty cross worn in your neck was now just an accessory of your faith in this moment.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

“lie back” chris muttered in between kisses, shifting his attention towards your neck. you let out a breathy sigh as he peppered your neck with wet and sloppy kisses. when he found your sweet spot, your breath hitched. this small action earned a smirk from chris as he abused that spot; nibbling and biting at your skin. you but your lip to suppress a loud whimper you desperately wanted to let out.

eventually, one of his hands found your breast, cupping it gently. his thumb rubbed over your clothed nipple and you shivered. within a second or two, your top was off and his mouth was attached to it. your body jolts when you feel his tongue circling your hardened nipple; the fabric between your legs getting damp at his touch.

he gives the same attention as before to your other nipple, his scent invading your mind and body. ending with a few small kisses, he pulls away and looks into your eyes.

“you sure you want this?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours. every part of you wanted and needed this but you knew you shouldn’t. his big brown eyes stared you down, analyzing your face and you just couldn’t say no.

so you nodded in response and his eyes lit up as he kissed his way down your body. once he was in front of where you needed him most, he slowly spread your legs apart.

he lifted up your skirt so that it was now laying in your exposed stomach. his thumb rubbed small circles on top of your thigh as he kissed your inner thigh. making his way closer and closer to your heat.

your body tingled in anticipation as chris was taking his precious time.

“chris” you whined. chris chuckled.

“i want you to enjoy this baby. just be patient.” he said in a low tone; almost was a whisper. his lips were grazed the edge of your panties, your body involuntarily jerking. chris smirked against you.

“so sensitive” he says before finally sliding off your underwear. your body started to heat up as chris just stared at your body in front of him. your mind racing with a thousand thoughts but they were abruptly silenced when you felt his tongue on your entrance.

his motions sped up in a quick second and your hand could be found in his hair, gripping it tightly the quicker he went.

“fuck” chris groaned. your hand in his hair made something grow beneath him which encouraged him to quicken the pace even more. your back arched out of its place on the wooden swing whilst your breath got heavier and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

he increased the pressure on his tongue; to which your moans heightened in sound and pitch. the feeling was just too good. you started to unintentionally squirm away from chris’ mouth the which he gripped your thighs to hold you in place. “don’t run away” he coos. as he scooted closer to your dripping cunt, he plunged his middle finger deep into it. this action caused you to yelp.

his finger moved swiftly in and out of your entrance as he flicked at you bud with his tongue. your hips bucked as all these feeling overstimulated you in the best way possible.

his finger curled within you against your g-spot which earned a plethora of moans from you.

eventually, chris added a second finger too. the noises from chris fucking you filled the air outside. chris gripped your left thigh as a way to keep your squirming in check.

your mind was completely blank as you pulsated with pleasure. you couldn’t stop shuddering. chris could tell by the way that you were clenching around your fingers that you were getting close; but you couldn’t tell that. he quickened his motions as he leaned up to give you a kiss, to which you couldn’t return it.

as you struggled to kiss back, your body shook intensely. “let it out” chris whispered into your ear.

after a few seconds, your body stopped. chris pulled his hand out only to reveal the mess you made on his fingers.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

[peachie-bumblebee]

FNAF SECURITY BREACH NSFW HEADCANONS

MAIN 4

MINORS DNI

getting back to my ROOTS with this one!! hope my community is still out there- the dlc has brought back my love for the game :) i haven’t posted SB content in a LONG time so a reminder- I ONLY WRITE FOR CHARACTERS WHO PASS THE JACK HARKNESS TEST. They are OF AGE OR ABOVE, have HUMAN OR ABOVE INTELLIGENCE, and can VERBALLY GIVE INFORMED CONSENT. The SB animatronics are canonically sentient. None of the past ones are. okay- back to the content :D

CW: ONE PREGNANCY MENTION, KINK RELATED T0YS, SEMI-PUBLIC MENTIONS, DACRIPHILIA

GLAMROCK FREDDY

lord have mercy…

he’s the most virgin coded out of all of them. i’m sorry.

but do I think he’s a TOTAL virgin? no.

there are FREAKS out there (me writing this and y’all reading this-) who would 1000% show up to the pizzaplex just tryna get a piece of the fazballs

SORRY

he’s the type to silently get off in his dressing room and then get all embarrassed about it like there’s someone there to judge him

he’s an actual sweetheart in the sheets. he’s so so nice about everything. as we go down the list this DECREASES.

don’t push him too fucking hard tho. if you’re one of the ones who read my old fic Competition, you remember.

his fingers vibrate.

and so does that dick.

he’d turn it on inside of you and listen to you gasp before putting a hand gently over your mouth and hushing you.

he seems a lot like a gasper. maybe the occasional curse word coming out, but mostly praises of how good it feels.

i know he is a messy cummer. i’m right and that’s final.

he’d be absolutely humiliated after the fact and go get a wet washcloth asap, but it’s a very shocking amount anyway.

pregnancy isn’t a concern, but he’s still wary about cumming inside for some reason. he’s the type to make sure it’s okay like 3 times before he does it.

okay i lowkey think he’d be into getting handcuffed. i don’t know what handcuffs could genuinely hold him, but if you brought them out he’d be (figuratively) SWEATING

i think his eyes roll back when he cums. and i’m correct. eat me.

he’s the lead member but he’s humble about it… except a few times in bed. then he lets it go to his head(s). just a bit. ;)

if he was in a relationship he’d have a thing about his partner dressed in his merch

switch! but the most vanilla out of everyone- but remember, not completely.

…he’d eat his cum out of you.

no he is NOT gonna call you superstar during sex leave me ALONEEE

GLAMROCK CHICA

my biggest hc for her will and will always be that she has a MASSIVE toy collection. she is a toy girl. do i know how she gets them? not exactly.

but I DO know that they’re all pink and white and sparkly!

that doesn’t mean it’s all vanilla toys though (respect to the vanilla community but it is not me :) )

she does own a hot pink flogger and she WILL happily use it on a groupie or her partner.

she’s such a tease. she’s such a fucking tease jsghskbnsjh

doesn’t matter if she’s domming or subbing (60/40 ratio)

she’s a TEASE

and she giggles during sex

her whole bubbly pink happy girl thing doesn’t stop

she’ll put you in a bubblegum pink sex swing and use a big ass vibrator on you while giggling and telling you how cute you look

i know she likes pulling on nipples I KNOW SHE DOES

for those who used to ask- no, she can’t give head with her beak. and she’s not taking it off. sun/moon can’t give sloppy either BUT THEY MAKE IT WORK!

AND SHE DOES TOO!

she can fuck up the guitar with her fingers, what else do you think they can do?

she’s the type to pull you into a side room, hush you, finger fuck you, then send you on your way with a hug

i know for a FACT SHE WEARS A STRAP!

yes it IS glitter. it is also 9 inches.

and if you want more, she has more ways to give you that.

she’s also the type to get you front row tickets and put a remote control vibe in you so she can watch you squirm right in front of her.

she’s also a praiser, but there’s a lot of false sympathy in there too.

food aftercare. she wants to eat 3 pizzas with you. food is her love language

ROXANNE WOLF

YOU BETTER BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT!

she’s a dom. she just is.

god I miss that fic I wrote.

she’s so fucking cocky in bed. it’d be insufferable if she wasn’t so hot and so good at sex.

if who she’s fucking is AFAB she’s EATING IT!!!! YOU CAN BET ON IT THAT SHE DOES MUNCH!

if they’re AMAB then you can expect her to lean them back on her chest and give them the most intense handjob of their life.

in general, the animatronics are stronger than people, so when they’re rough they’re still not going at their hardest. that would actually just kill you.

she’s a show-off. she’ll leave marks in very noticeable places on purpose so that everyone knows that you’re getting fucked by THE Roxanne Wolf

she’s a hair puller. I just know she likes to wrap her claws up in it and pull.

don’t fucking pull hers though, she doesn’t like that shit.

yeah her tail wags when you eat her out, what about it? don’t point that shit out, it’s embarrassing to her.

she curses so much during sex.

the strap is purple and THICK. if you want more then she’ll just hit up Chica for a new one. Chica is more than happy to help. and more than happy to watch.

she’s only the jealous type if its some rando loser. THEN she’ll fuck the living shit out of you while telling you how she’s the best and making you repeat it back to her.

if it’s Monty or Chica? If you’d be into it too, then yeah, she’ll share.

…Freddy is more of a hard sell, but it’s not a hard no.

it’s more of a “Yeah yeah yeah but why do you wanna fuck the dumbass bear? Why him? Monty’s got a bigger one, I’ll tell you that.”

yeah but roxy baby his doesn’t vibrate

she comes off a winning high after a particularly close race, she’s going to go feral on you

with those eyes of hers, she can find you wherever you go. so if she’s randomly in the mood and her partner is there, even halfway across the pizzaplex, she’s on her way to pull you into her room and take some “private time.”

MONTGOMERY GATOR

hhhhhhooOOOHHH BOY

y’all remember the start of SB where he’s fucking up his room?

prepare to be destroyed HSGDHJSGBDNH

degrades. degrades the fuck out of you. it’s a toss up between Roxy and Monty who’s the more cocky, but he’s certainly meaner.

LONG ASS DICK. IT’S HUGE WITH ALL SORTS OF BUMPS AND RIDGES AND SHIT.

head pusher IF you’re okay with it. consent is mandatory.

he’d grab all his partner’s hair if they had any to grab, even just an INCH and go ham.

his long ass dick matches his long fucking tongue.

loves giving lethal backshots LOOOOOOOORD HAAAAAAAAVVVEEEE MEEERCYYYYYY

he’s not only breaking the bed, it’s straight up sawdust. idk how his partners live but they certainly live happily after.

as cocky as he is, he’s not exactly a selfish lover by any means. yeah, he’ll edge you, but he also likes to get his partner real sloppy if you catch my drift.

he aims to make you cry from pleasure. it’s straight up his goal.

i just know he knows EXACTLY where all the right spots are. you don’t even gotta tell him, inside or outside, no matter personal preference, he can always pinpoint his partner’s sweet spots

and then he proceeds to abuse the fuck out of that knowledge

he gets so jealous over Freddy, it’s insane

he sees his partner in his merch, he’s ripping it to shreds.

Roxy is less of a threat. That can be more of a collaborative effort.

he honestly doesn’t know how much of a freak in the sheets Chica is. If he had a threesome with her and she whipped out her chest of fun he’d be like “DAMN BITCH WHERE’D YOU GET ALL THOSE” and she’d be like “^-^ wanna see my buttplug collection? :>” LMFAOOO

GROANER. he GROANS LIKE CRAZY

also a bit of a growl but NOT in the cringe tiktok way don’t worry

HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!! I really hope I can start to find my old community with this :)

[co-psycho]

Why doesn't anyone talk about Jean's height? he is 190 tall!!

He's so tall, my God! Could you write about this? and how does he use this to his advantage with his petite girlfriend?

I imagine Jean sitting his girlfriend on his lap while telling her how small she is!

I hope you write about it!! and sorry for the writing! English is not my native language

Jean kirstein and his petite girlfriend (female reader) extra smut hehe

Cw: oral sex, nipple play, sloppy kissing ;), edge play, dirty talk, light sub jean and light dom reader, can’t think of any other tags. (Reader is 151-167 cm, Jean is 190 cm)

a/n: y’all I had to think super hard about what it would be like being a petite girlfriend when having a giant boyfriend. Like.. I’m not petite like at all so it was a lot of “ research” to find my answer lmao. 175 gang where y’all at!!! Enjoy ☺️

Jean kirstein who bounces his petite girlfriend whenever she sits on his lap. “You look so small when you sit on my lap” he praises.

Jean kirstein who will walk up behind his petite girlfriend whenever she struggles to get an item from the top shelf. “What would you do without your 6’2 boyfriend” he teased.

Jean kirstein who gets hard when he feels the small of your ass rut against him who you can’t reach an object from the top shelf and asks for your help after with a cheeky smile.

Jean kirstein who will wrap his arms around your shoulder at any chance he gets claiming you as his.

Jean kirstein who will bend down whenever he can’t hear his petite girlfriend speak loud enough in loud area.

Jean kirstein who gave you a hug after your first date and you had to go on your tippy toes to hug him back and he’s been obsessed since the first time you did it.

Jean kirstein who will slap and grab the fat of his petite girlfriend ass whenever she gives him a hug.

Jean kirstein who loves to see the hand size difference with his petite girlfriend. Either when you hold his hand or finger, he will always melt in awe.

Jean kirstein who will always squish his petite girlfriend’s cheeks together whenever she slightly gets annoyed or mad at him. Just to see your eyebrows frown with your face smushed.

Jean kirstein who loves the sight of your small hands wrapped around his thick cock or your small mouth trying to fit his girth entirely in your mouth without gagging.

Your hips grind against his lap as his hands ride up your silk shorts, grabbing the fat of your ass. You grind your slit against his hard cock in his pj pants feeling his soft pants deep into your mouth. Soft lips softly gliding against yours begging for his tongue having access to your mouth.

His lips were soft and warm, lips parting allowing his tongue to flow into your mouth. Your warm bodies pressed against each other, breathing heavily as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate each second you both spent on the bed.

His back was pressed against the bed frame, hands held onto your waist biting your bottom lip. His warm breath tickles your neck leaving soft kisses on your neck. Your fingers tangled in his ash brown locs.

You couldn’t help but moan when you felt his tongue stripe against your neck. His hands were so eager when it came to your body. He loved the feeling of his hands dipping between the curves of your body. He was obsessed with everything about you.

He kissed down your neck nipping on your collarbone leaving marks on your body marking you as his. His fingers slowly ride up your black slik tank top revealing your tits to the cold air in the bedroom.

His eyes gawk in awe as his digits twirl around your hard bud. Your breath trembles “fuck” feeling arousal pool in your panties. He couldn’t get enough of you. He loved how pretty you looked sitting on his lap, grinding against him trying to get any sort of friction on your clit.

“You look so small and beautiful sitting on my lap, pretty girl”. You feel shivers go down your spine at his cooed words.

He leaves tender kisses amongst your bud, slowly sucking and swirling his tongue on your hardened bud. You sensually cry out his name from the pleasure pooling in your heat.

Your moans were so silky and smooth, he couldn’t stop, not now when his cock is rock hard and couldn’t wait for your walls clamping around him. His lips detach from your bud with a string of saliva following through. Your lips don’t hesitate to kiss his mouth softly. Cupping his cheeks you kiss his lips sloppy flicking your tongue against his gliding your hand down to the familiar hardness in his pants.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me”, he groans.

Grinning into the kiss you bite his bottom lip. Your hands slide underneath his shirt up his chest. You look at him with bed room eyes as you lower your body kissing his tan fit body. You watch as his breath quickens the closer your soft silky lips kiss along him seductively looking up at him when you reach his hips. Tongue licking his light brown happy trail.

Your hands caress along the large print in his pants. His breath shudders when the feeling of friction touches his tip through his pants.

“Do you like when I touch you like this, Jean”. You whisper lusciously.

Your words were so sinful he couldn’t help but nod a yes at your question.

Your eyes were full of lust and hunger. You pull at his waist band signaling him to lift his hips up. You watch as his cock springs up slapping his abdomen. Pre cum dripping from his tip as it slowly twitches aching to be touched. He’s never been so needy before but when it came to you he was such a baby.

Your thumb smears the pre cum over his tip slowly. Frowned eyebrows from the constant teasing you put him throughout the week. His hips jerk up slightly when feeling your cold touch on his cock.

You engulf his wet heat swallowing it with slight pressure. You feel his tip at the back throat. You hollow your cheeks and breath through your nose then take his whole length down your throat. You take your lips off his cock. Lips glistening and dark with saliva. You spit on his cock, wrapping your fingers around his cock jerking him slowly teasing his tip with your tongue. “Oh fuck” he slurs out.

You felt his fingers brush the hair out of your face then entangling his fingers in your hair. You smile up at him and making eye contact with his hazel eyes, they were hazed almost showing submissiveness. You warm lips glide down his thick length faster gurling as his cock hit the back of your throat multiple times.

He couldn’t get over the sight that was happening in front of him. Your small mouth being stretched to the max trying to make his thick cock fit in your mouth or when your small hands would wrap around his cock stroking him slowly that his hips jerk and he moans softly at your touch.

You come up with a gasp as your hand strokes his cock. “You like when I suck your fat cock Jean?”, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“Yes baby…d-don’t stop please…it feels so good”.

He was becoming a whimpering mess in your touch. You lick down his member, tongue flicking at his large balls. Your hand moves up and down his cock quicken your pace while your lips sucks at his balls moaning at how much you enjoying pleasing him.

“Should I let Jean boy cum, hm”? You keen.

The pace of your hand slowdown and you lips smirk at him with piercing eyes. Teasing him would make him plead and beg for you to let him cum. That alone could make you cum. His begging was music to your ears.

“Y-yes..please let me cum.. f-fuck baby”. He pleads.

His eyebrows knit togther in pleasure. “You look so cute when you beg”. Your lips slowly tease his tip while your hand jerks him off slowly, sucking his fat tip.

His hand pushed your head further down his shaft, thrusting his hips up fucking your throat at a relentless pace. Tears brim at the corner of your eyes feeling his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Ha fuck keep sucking oh ffuck”, he drags out. His eyes shut tight as thick squirts of ivory cum spurt down your throat. You stick out your tongue showing him you swallowed with a smile.

He pulls the collar of your silk top pulling you up to kiss him. Your lips brush against each other massaging your tongues together, “you taste so good” you moan into the kiss. His lips kiss down your neck and his hand tucks into your shorts rutting his fingers over the fabric of your underwear.

“I’m on my period Jean boy, wait until next week then you can fuck my brains out”. You roll of his lap and lift the blanket up to warm yourself up from the cold a/c.

“Don’t do that to me, you know how I feel when I don’t get to eat your pretty pussy baby” he pouts.

“And I have work in the morning, it’s already late Jean so get some rest before I put my cold feet on your leg.”

Kind of gave up at the end

Thank so much for all the love and support I really appreciate all the kind messages that were sent. Don’t be shy to leave request in my “requests here!!” tab on my account.

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Memories

Summary: What happens when your husband, Dieter, forgets who you are?

Warnings: 18+ minors get outta here! Cursing, fluff, smut, feel good, oral(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), probably not like realistic medical knowledge but it’s fiction 🤷‍♀️

A/N: Thank you so much @papipascalispunk for editing. @jay-zzle for the idea AND the mood board 😍❤�� I really liked writing this and had a lot of fun with it. Hope y’all like it! @schnarfer(it's here!)

Masterlist||AO3 Link

“Wait, who said we can’t have fruit bars anymore?” you ask, turning from the pantry to look at your seven year old daughter, Luna, sitting at the kitchen island.

“Daddy,” Luna states matter of factly, “He said that it’s fake food and we should only eat organic stuff.”

“Yeah, we need organic food,” your son Leo pipes in from the seat next to her. At three years old, he is currently in the copy everything big sister says or does phase.

“So, what do you want as a snack in your lunch box then?” you ask, raising your eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

“Uhhh… banana?” Luna shrugs, “Daddy wasn’t very specific on what I should eat instead.”

“Okay but get your breakfast eaten before your cereal gets soggy,” you say, pointing at both before starting on the dishes.

Of course Dieter would be the one to tell the kids not to eat certain foods. The man scolds you every time he sees your Bluetooth headphones – droning on and on about the effects it’ll have on your brain waves and how it’s going to damage your mind. Your relationship with Dieter was a bit of a chaotic whirlwind, meeting randomly on the set of one of the movies he starred in, one your friend was working on the set of.

“Well, hello there,” Dieter had said, standing next to you by the craft table. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Excuse me?” you asked, looking around to see who he was actually talking to.

“Or should I walk by again?” he said with a smile.

“Is that how you get all the girls?” you asked, picking up a piece of cheese and pointing it at him, “Because that shit was pretty cheesy if you ask me.”

“No, trying something new,” Dieter said, cracking up into a giant fit of laughter. “Sorry, sorry. That– yeah, that was pretty good.”

“Bravo needed on set!” someone with a headset shouted in the distance, frantically waving at him.

“Guess that’s my cue,” he sighed, “Hope to see you ar– wait, what’s your name?”

You introduce yourself and he takes your hand, kissing the back of it.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, repeating your name and winking, “Hope to see you around.”

That was the conversation that started it all nearly eight years ago. Within the first year of knowing Dieter, you were married and pregnant – and no – it wasn’t a shotgun wedding, as much as the tabloids tried to pin it as one.

“Dieter Bravo and Mystery Woman Seen Leaving Las Vegas Wedding Chapel”

“Dieter Bravo Expecting First Child with New Wife – Shotgun Wedding?”

“How Long Before Dieter Bravo Gets His First Divorce?”

You both just knew you were meant to be together. With the birth of Luna, he had sobered up completely. These days he hardly even drinks beer. It’s weird in a way, that he’s changed so much from who you first met, but still the same Dieter in every other aspect. Wild, spontaneous, creative, romantic, chaotic at times, and so loving.

–

“Good morning, my babies,” Dieter says, waltzing into the kitchen, giving each of his kids a kiss on the top of their heads.

“Hi, Daddy,” Luna and Leo exclaim.

“Hello, my love,” Dieter smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist giving you a sloppy smooch on the cheek.

“Ew,” Luna shouts, making gagging noises.

“Yeah, what Luna said!” Leo says, copying his older sister with fake gagging.

“Stop with the fake gagging,” he replies, looking at them, “You’ll make mommy sick.”

“Hi, babe,” you laugh, “Someone’s in a good mood this morning.”

“I want to start doing my own stunts like Tom Cruise,” Dieter explains excitedly, “And I think I’m going to crush it today! I’m supposed to scale a building, don’t worry, everything is going to be totally safe.”

“Seriously, Dieter?” you sigh, “You may say that it’s safe but I’m still going to worry – please be safe.”

Dieter gasps, putting his hand to his chest as if he were clutching a set of pearls. “Babies, I don’t think mommy trusts daddy!”

“Momma,” Leo laughs, perching up on the chair more, “Daddy be fine!”

“Yeah, momma,” Dieter says with a grin, “Daddy be fine.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, snorting and shaking your head, looking at your watch you realize you’re going to be cutting it close in getting Luna to school on time. “Shit!”

“Mommy,” Luna scolds, “You shouldn’t say bad words like that!”

“Luna, hurry up with your cereal or else you’re going to be late for school again,” you say as you turn to Dieter who is rummaging in the fridge for his own breakfast. “What time do you have to be on set?”

“In about an hour, get her to school. My favorite son and I will be fine here at home. If need be, I’ll tell the director that I’m going to be late. Family first,” he says, “Not like they’d fire me at this point. I’m the entire reason people are going to want to see this movie.”

“I love you so much,” you say, giving him a kiss before ushering Luna out the door.

“Love you too, baby!” Dieter shouts.

–

“I’m back,” you announce from the front door.

“That didn’t take as long as I expected,” Dieter chuckles, “I gotta get headed to the studio though.” He scoops Leo up into a tight hug, “We'll play superhero when I get back home, okay?”

“Otay,” Leo says, pouting.

“Poor baby,” Dieter coos and glances up at you with a smirk, “You sure you don’t want another one?”

“Dieter,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, “We’ve talked about this. If it feels right, then maybe, but right now? No.”

“Fine,” Dieter groans, “But the moment you think it feels right, tell me?”

“Promise,” you smirk.

Dieter tells Leo goodbye with the promise of playing superheroes when he gets back home. Your mind begins to wander back to Dieter’s question about another baby as you go about your chores. You start smiling thinking back to when you first decided to start trying for a baby –  lying in bed together shortly after getting married.

“How many kids do you want?” Dieter asked, playing with the wedding band on your finger.

“I’d always imagined three honestly,” you smiled, “Why?”

“I want whatever you want,” he grinned, slotting himself between your legs again. “But if you wanted at least one I wouldn’t mind trying now.”

“D, we just got married a month ago,” you said, shaking your head, “Is that the only reason you married me? To have a baby?”

“Of course not, baby,” Dieter said, linking his fingers with yours and pinning them above your head, “I just know I really, really want them with you.”

“Oh yeah?” you whispered, tilting your head up to capture his lips. He moaned into your mouth, slowly grinding his stiffness against you.

“Yes,” he panted, breaking the kiss.

“Let’s do it then,” you said, nipping his bottom lip, “Fuck a baby into me, Dieter.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned.

“Momma!” Leo shouts, pulling you from your thoughts, “Your phone.”

You had been so deep in the memory you didn’t even notice your phone ringing. It’s just Dieter, probably checking in to see how your day is going. He tends to do that while he’s on breaks at work.

“Well, hello, Tom Cruise,” you answer, giggling – except it isn’t Dieter on the other end. 

Instead, you hear his assistant, Andy, saying your name before, “Dieter’s been in an accident. I’m almost to your house, I’ll watch Leo so you can go to Cedars-Sinai medical,” quickly spills out of his mouth, “It’s not good.”

–

It’s been two weeks that you’ve sat beside his bed in this damn hospital, waiting for him to wake up. The doctors are all hopeful that he’ll wake up at any minute, but it’s been two days since he’s been off the ventilator, and nothing has happened yet. The kids keep asking where their dad is, and you don’t have any other answer than he’s sick. 

“Dieter,” you beg, holding onto his hand, “Babe, please wake up. We need you. Luna and Leo miss you – I miss you. Please just wake up.”

The nurse comes in to check Dieter’s vitals for the third time today. Since she’s keeping him company, you decide to head to the cafeteria to get some food, grabbing something simple before heading back to Dieter’s room. When you return, you notice a flurry of activity.

“Mr. Bravo, can you tell me what year it is?” a doctor asks, shining a small flashlight in his eyes.

“Of course I can, dumbass! It’s 2016,” Dieter snaps. “Now will you stop shining that light in my eye?”

“What’s going on?” you ask hesitantly.

“He woke up while you went to get food,” a nurse explains, “We’re trying to make sure mentally he’s with us.”

“Oh, for fuck sake!” Dieter cries out, “I’m fine, never felt better! There, she must be my new assistant.”

All eyes turn to you. This was a possibility the doctor had talked about before – temporary amnesia. Hopefully that’s all it is. The doctor motions you to follow him out of the room.

“He seems to have hit his head harder than we thought. In all honesty, I would try to play pretend with him for a little bit. Try thinking of things that might remind him of who he actually is today,” the doctor suggests. “I’m so sorry Mrs. Bravo.”

Dieter is having a conniption in the room while nurses are trying to calm him down. As you step back in, you see your husband frantically disconnecting and throwing the wires off of his body and onto the floor. 

“Where the fuck is my assistant?” Dieter yells.

“Dieter, D, baby – Mr. Bravo!” you shout and Dieter immediately freezes, eyes wide as saucers. “You need to calm down before you hurt yourself.”

“What happened?” Dieter asks, looking around at everyone.

“We’ll give you guys some space,” a nurse says quietly while ushering the others out of the room. You grab the chair next to his bed and sit down, reaching for his hand but stopping yourself as you notice your ring. Right now, this isn’t your husband. This is Dieter Bravo who believes it’s the year 2016.

“You were in an accident, you hit your head pretty good,” you start explaining to him, “You’ve been in a coma for two weeks now.”

“So, who are you?” he asks, looking you up and down with a raised eyebrow. “I knew my team wanted to hire me a new assistant since things didn’t work out with the last one – didn’t realize they’d pick someone so hot. Would you wanna have sex with me?”

“Dieter, I don’t think you’re cleared for those types of activities,” you chuckle, “I’m here for whatever you might need though.”

“Can you get me my phone?” he asks with those puppy-dog eyes he does best.

“Sure,” you reach for your purse digging around and find his phone, handing it over to him. “The passcode is 332016”

“The fuck? Why would I change it from the classic 42069?” he asks, looking at you with confusion.

“It’s uh… an important day to you,” you say, looking away, not wanting him to see the tears forming in your eyes. The day you met. 

“So, did I have an accident on set?”

“Yeah, you were scaling a building and the cable holding you snapped. You fell a good distance and smacked your head on the ground.”

“Wait,” Dieter says looking at his phone calendar, pointing it towards you, “Why does this say it’s 2024?”

“Because it’s not 2016,” you shrug, “It’s 2024.”

“How long have I been in a fucking coma?” Dieter asks, starting to panic again, frantically searching through the contacts in his phone, “Why can’t I find my dealer's number? I need coke. Wait, you’re my fucking assistant – go get me coke!”

“You’ve only been in a coma for two weeks and the only coke I’ll get you is Coca Cola,” you say crossing your arms, “I won’t let you have drugs in m– the house, Dieter.”

“Wait, my assistant lives with me?” he gasps, “You’re just supposed to come when I call you.”

“Different kind of assistant here.”

“Wait, I can’t have you in my house! I see that ring on your finger – I don’t want to get in between a marriage,” Dieter says, pointing at your left hand.

“It’s– it’s complicated right now,” you shrug.

“Fine, stay in my house, but stay out of my way,” Dieter sighs in frustration.

This is going to be a lot harder than you thought. He doesn’t remember who you are to him. He doesn’t remember getting clean when he married you. He doesn’t remember anything. Going home that night doesn’t help either because Luna wants to know what’s going on with her dad.

“Andy said that daddy woke up!” Luna says vibrating with excitement, “How come he’s not home?

“I had to leave him at the hospital because he’s still sick, honey.” You sit down on the plush couch in the living room, “Come here. I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” Luna hesitantly says, coming to sit next to you.

“Daddy is still sick. He looks fine but his brain is sick right now.”

“What’s that mean?” she questions, looking at you with the same eyes as her father.

“He doesn’t remember some stuff about his life right now,” you continue, “But we are gonna try to help him get it back. We have to think of the best memories we have with daddy so that maybe he’ll remember better.”

“So, we have to fix daddy?” she asks with tears in her eyes as you grab her into a hug, stroking her hair.

“Yeah, sweet girl, we have to fix daddy,” you say, trying not to cry yourself.

–

What was supposed to only be a few days turned into a week at the hospital. A week of playing Dieter’s assistant and having him boss you around. He was still adamant on getting drugs, but you put your foot down on that one. You weren’t going to let him ruin his seven years of sobriety just because he lost his memory.

“Alright Mr. Bravo looks like you’re all set to leave. Just need you to sign a couple of papers here and then you can be on your way,” the doctor says, handing him the papers.

“Fucking finally,” Dieter groans, “Not that this isn’t a wonderful hospital, but I’d much rather be home.”

“Of course,” the doctor says.

“Will you go ahead and bring the car around? I’d rather not walk too much considering my condition,” Dieter asks, looking at you.

“Of course, D– Mr. Bravo,” you grit through your teeth with the most customer service smile you can muster. That was a new development, Dieter wanting you only to refer to him as Mr. Bravo. You rush out of the room so that it doesn’t blow up into another argument. He’s already tried to fire you twice because of the no drugs thing. You had to make up some story of how you’re in a five-year contract that cannot be broken and tell him three times before he finally bought the story.

Pulling the car around to the front of the hospital, you see him being wheeled out.

“Thank you again so much for taking care of me,” he says, winking at the nurse, “Best care I’ve ever received!”

“No problem at all, Dieter,” she giggles. 

“Could I possibly get your number?” Dieter asks, looking expectantly at the nurse after getting settled into the passenger seat of the car. She shakes her head violently.

“No, sorry,” she says before running off wheeling the wheelchair back into the building.

“Well, that was fucking weird,” Dieter says, looking at you. “Did I do something wrong? Most women don’t literally run from me like that.”

“No, Mr. Bravo, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you growl, “Nothing at all.”

You begin to play a song you hope might bring back some sort of memory of you. With all the hope you can muster you hit play and hear Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz, one of the songs you guys would listen to while you got high together. Dieter starts to chuckle listening to the song.

“What?” you snap at him.

“It’s just this song,” Dieter said grinning, “It reminds me of someone.”

“Oh?” you ask, trying not to pry too much hoping he’ll just continue talking.

“Yeah, I can’t remember what her name is, though. Good lay, that’s for damn sure,” he says, laughing a little, “All I remember is she wasn’t even in the business, she’d call me out on all my shit, and we would smoke weed together listening to this song a lot. I think that’s why I liked her. Wonder what she’s up to these days?”

“Oh um… who knows, maybe she’s still in town?” Your heart swells realizing he’s talking about you, that he remembers some remnants of you. 

“No way!” Dieter says and sighs, “Way too fucking good for someone like me anyways. Probably found some nice guy, got married, has kids, the whole white picket fence shit and everything. She was way out of my league.”

Pulling up to the house you don’t even know what to say to him. He looks almost defeated in a way and then looks confused when he sees the front door opening.

“Oh no,” you whisper, watching Luna run to the car, “Dieter, wait here. Do not move!”

“Why the fuck are there children at my house?” he asks while you’re getting out, but you shut the door behind you, ignoring him.

“Luna, baby, I need you to go back into the house. Daddy’s sick, remember?” you say, trying to usher her back up the driveway.

“Mommy!” Leo shrieks, running to you.

“Fuck – I mean fudge,” Andy says, frantically running out to the driveway, “I was in the bathroom. She must’ve heard the car, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“The hell is going on here?” Dieter’s voice booms while getting out of the car, “I asked you why there are kids in my house.”

“Da–” Luna starts, but you cut her off.

“You two, inside. Now,” you say, ushering them towards Andy. Once they’re inside you whip around to look at Dieter standing by the car.

“You,” you snarl, walking towards him, “Screw what the doctor said. I’ve had enough of this shit. I’m not your fucking assistant so stop bossing me around. I’m your wife – those two are our children!”

“Wha–” Dieter stares at you with wide eyes, “D– DNA Test, I want a fucking DNA test!”

“Dieter, there isn’t a need for a DNA test because they’re your kids. I mean, did you even look at them?”

“Those are not my kids, they look Latino,” he argues.

“Dieter!” you yell, “You are Latino.”

“Oh, yeah,” he whispers, looking down. “So, you’re my wife?”

“Yes, Dieter, I’m your wife. I’m the girl that would get high with you listening to Clint Eastwood.”

“Wild,” he says looking at the house, the ground below him, the yard, anywhere but you “Wild.”

–

It’s been a week at home now, but Dieter is trying his hardest to regain his memory after you lay everything out on the table for him. You show him pictures of your Las Vegas wedding, your pregnancy photos, the kids’ births – he finally relents to the truth when you show him their birth certificates with his name listed under Father. Luna has been trying to show him drawings that she’s done for him, but nothing is working. Poor Leo just wants to play superheroes, but at just three years old, he doesn’t understand what’s going on at all.

One night, after you put the kids to bed, Dieter comes to your bedroom.

“What if we had sex?” he suggests.

“Dieter, I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” you groan, flopping onto the bed rubbing your eyes.

“I’m just saying, what if we did?” he shrugs, “Was just a suggestion, but I get it.”

“Come here,” you say, patting the spot next to you in bed. He reluctantly sits down next to you as you open your arms as an invitation. “How about we cuddle?”

He nods, setting his head on your chest. You can tell he didn’t know what to do with his hands because he’s so tense. You grab one of them and push it around your back, hoping he’ll understand your silent suggestion. 

“Like this?” he whispers, carefully adjusting both arms to wrap around you.

“Just like that,” you hum, stroking the curls at the base of his neck, breathing his scent in for the first time in weeks. Clean laundry, a hint of eucalyptus, and something that’s so specifically Dieter.

“I like this,” Dieter purs, rubbing his head against your chest, “I wish so badly I could just remember everything.”

“I know D, I know,” you sigh, continuing to gently stroke his head, “We’ll get there.”

Dieter moves so his head is in the crook of your neck. You feel his lips begin to place soft kisses against your skin.

“Dieter,” you gasp, turning your head to look at him, “What are you doing?”

“I wanna make you feel better,” he says, giving you those puppy dog eyes you can never refuse. “You’ve had to deal with a lot and this is the only way I know how to try and make things right.”

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding your head. As much as you’ve avoided intimacy with Dieter while his memory was gone, he’s still your Dieter and you miss him. 

He starts nipping along your jaw and down your neck. One of his hands moves to your breast gently kneading it. His lips move down your throat to your chest, making his way down to your stomach and pushing your shirt up. He places several kisses around your navel down to the top of your underwear, looking up at you again for confirmation. “It’s okay,” you nod, giving him the go ahead. He peels them off your hips and down your legs, throwing them to the floor.

Without warning he flattens his tongue, licking a stripe up your seam. Working his tongue against your clit and back down to your entrance. Up and down, up and down.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed this,” you cry out, running your fingers through his hair, “Feels so fucking good!”

Dieter starts humming, loving the praise you were giving him. His tongue continues circling your bundle of nerves, hoping to hear more words of praise.

“Taste so fucking good,” he says breaking away, “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You grip his hair tightly and shove his face back to your core. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you can feel your orgasm approaching.

“Please don’t stop,” you moan, “I’m so fucking close!”

Dieter doubles down his efforts after hearing those words. He’s determined to get you off now. One of his hands makes its way to your center, teasing your entrance before plunging two of his thick fingers inside, curling them up to hit that spot only he’s ever been able to reach.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out, back arching, “Y– yes, just like that!”

He starts grunting, rutting into the mattress, so badly needing to make you come. He knows you’re close, listening to your breathing and hearing the pitch of your moans. 

“D,” you moan, while he grabs your thighs, pulling you unbelievably closer to his face to completely devour you before sliding his fingers back into you. “I’m gonna come!”

“Give it to me, baby, come on,” he says, pulling away panting before diving back in for more, “I need it”. He feels the way your legs begin to shake, your walls fluttering around his fingers.

“Fuck,” you hiss, head thrown back against the pillow closing your eyes, “I– I’m gonna… god.”

Dieter feels your walls constrict around his fingers and hums, collecting your release slowly. He takes his time licking you clean before you push him away, feeling overly sensitive. When you finally open your eyes to look at him, you notice his smile and a glint in his eyes. He crawls back up the length of your body and you grab his face, kissing him deeply tasting yourself on his tongue.

“I can’t believe you married me,” he says, breaking the kiss and wrapping his arms around you again, “Love me forever?”

“Dieter, I’m pretty sure I’ve already proven that I’ll love you forever,” you softly chuckle, beginning to stroke his back.

–

The doctor keeps saying to just be patient, that it’s going to take time for Dieter’s memory to return. But it feels like it’s been forever as another week passes. Everyone is getting frustrated, especially Leo.

“Why is daddy broke?” Leo screams at the top of his lungs, “He no play with me!”

“Leo, Daddy just doesn’t feel good,” you try to explain.

“He no like me!” Leo wails, “He only likes Luna.”

“Leo, daddy does too like you,” you try telling him, “He loves you very much.” 

“No,” Leo cries as you scoop him up as he buries his face into your shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” you soothe.

It wasn’t that Dieter wasn’t trying with the kids, he just didn’t know how. His dad instincts hadn’t been brought back full-force. He was great with Luna –  engaged in conversation with her, drew pictures with her, watched her put on fashion shows. With Leo though, he didn’t know how to interact with a toddler. Leo would get upset and Dieter didn’t know what to do besides call you for help. Before Dieter’s accident Leo was his little buddy, followed him everywhere, would play with him for hours being superheroes or whatever Leo decided on that day.

You were able to get Leo to calm down and because of his tantrum he wound up falling asleep. After putting him in his bed for a nap you went to search for Dieter.

“Hey,” you sigh, seeing him standing by the window looking into the backyard.

“Hey,” he says sniffling, wiping his sleeve against his nose, “I’m so sorry.”

“Dieter, I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to. Leo misses you! I know that you’re trying, I do, but I need you to try harder for him,” you sigh, “I can’t pretend that I even know what you’re going through, but our baby boy is hurting because he misses his dad!”

“I know,” Dieter says turning around, you could now see the tears falling down his face, “It’s just… he scares me! It’s easier with Luna because I can understand every word she says, she can show me things, she doesn’t throw a tantrum every five minutes.”

“Dieter, he’s your son! Not some little monster to be scared of! He’s three and doesn’t know any better,” you scold him, “Like I said, I just need you to try.”

“Okay,” Dieter agrees, wiping the tears off his face, “When he wakes up from his nap, I’ll try.”

Dieter could hear Leo awake in his room as he slowly made his way there.

“Dad-Bomb an’ dude-bomb! To rescue!” Leo says, jumping off his bed with a cape around his shoulders. Dieter stands in the doorway observing him. Why did that sound so familiar? Dad-Bomb.

“Hey Leo,” Dieter says cautiously, “What are you playing?”

“Superhero,” Leo smiles, “Want to play with me?”

“Can I?” Dieter exclaims, “I’ve always wanted to be a superhero!”

“Yeah!” Leo shouts, running to his closet to grab something. He comes back out with a big purple cape with D-B on the back, handing it to Dieter. “Put on your cape.”

Dieter pulls the cape around his neck, tying it so it wouldn’t fall off. He notices Leo’s little green cape he was wearing also had D-B on the back.

“Do we have names, Leo?” Dieter asks, “I can’t help but see we have stuff on the back of our super-awesome capes!”

“I’m Dude-Bomb, you’re Dad-Bomb!” Leo gleefully exclaims 

“Dad-Bomb?”

“Yeah, like ‘da-bomb’ –  means super cool,” Leo giggles.This was starting to feel extremely familiar to Dieter. 

Leo scampers off to his closet again, rummaging through it trying to find something. He comes back holding a piece of paper and hands it to Dieter. Dieter holds it up, staring at it. His drawing of Dad-Bomb and Dude-Bomb, fighting crime together, and it all comes rushing back.

“Oh my god, Leo,” Dieter yells.

He picks Leo up, swinging him around. Hearing the commotion, you start running towards Leo’s room fearing the worst. Rounding the corner into the room, you saw Dieter crying, hugging Leo tightly and swinging him back and forth.

“Dad-Bomb and Dude-Bomb!” Dieter exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, that’s you an’ me!” Leo announces proudly.

“Everything okay?” you ask quietly, looking at both of them.

“Yeah. March 3, 2016 – that’s the day I met you,” Dieter says, tears rolling down his face.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “Baby.”

“Yeah, baby. It’s all back,” he says, setting Leo back down and rushing to grab you in a tight embrace, “I’m back.”

[kedsandtubesocks]

all the trouble we’ve seen

Max Phillips x Witch!Reader

written for the PPCU x MCR WRITING CHALLENGE | prompt song: You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison

summary: Max is in trouble, real deep shit after what he did at the office. So what’s gonna happen when you’re stuck baby sitting the most annoying (and handsome) vampire you’ve ever met?

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI. Canon divergent AU (Max doesn’t die) enemies to lovers, forced proximity, magical realism, supernatural themes, Bi!Max, imprisonment, blood imagery, death mention & discussion, asshole but kinda sweet!Max, angst angst angst, scent kink, vampire moments with blood drinking, dry humping, smutty themes & heavy smutty implied, use of pet names

word count: 4.1k

a/n: thank you to @sp00kymulderr for hosting this challenge I’m so happy I could participate & I’m incredibly sorry this is getting posted later than expected!! This fic try wouldn’t be here without @perotovar @hauntedhowlett & @pedgito who let me cry/scream & gave me the guidance I need, i love each of you & I owe y’all my life lol and to you, if you decide to read this - know I’m thanking you a million times

The last time you saw Max Phillips was over five years ago, and you had threatened to hex his ass to hell.

You just never thought you’d see him again, especially in the mess he’s in. Though, the horrifying scene before you is almost fitting for Max.

The restaurant had been a mess when you arrived. You almost felt embarrassed. Bullets scattered all across the floor. Blood splattered against the floor. The gunfire had erupted when the cops tried to take Max in only for them to realize their bullets weren’t working.

Now Max sits among the shells with his arms raised up high in surrender. The chaos settles in debris all around. He smirks horrendously coyly when he sees you.

“Thought I smelled you, little witch.” He grins and the glimmer of his fangs shine out.

You simply say nothing, frowning hard and unamused.

Charged with high crimes after changing an entire business into vampires, the warrant had been put out on Max weeks ago. It wasn’t just the supernatural community looking for him, but actual law enforcement. This sleazy vampire just got sloppy at hiding.

Yet Max doesn’t even seem bothered one bit when your kind placed him in the magical chain spell. You always admired him for seemingly cool under pressure unbothered ease.

Until now in the council’s courtroom as the sentence is given and you see a new side of Max.

“Death.” The high magistrate declares cold and unflinching.

You almost choke on an inhale.

Max’s face falls, the first move vivid and true reaction he’s shown this entire time.

Max’s eyes immediately snap to you, and you see it - a flash of crystalized fear.

You don’t even know how to react.

Two guards come and drag him away from the council room.

“Wait! Wait! You can’t fucking do this to me!? Do you even know what they’re gonna do to a guy like me in prison?!” He screams.

It’s all he says before the doors close and he’s gone.

They would send him to die.

The council deemed him too dangerous. Carelessly exposing the supernatural and being so blatantly cocky about it upset them. You just never thought they would be this harsh.

Your body feels numb. You don’t even move out of your seat. A solid hand against your shoulder startles you out of your daze.

The high magistrate stands besides you grinning softly, almost expectant.

“You must be glad he’s finally in custody.” She says.

You couldn’t fully say you were.

“Didn’t expect that verdict.” You truthfully tell her.

She sighs, weary. “The cases made against him were too much, and this last instance of turning so many innocents into vampires is unacceptable.”

You understood that. But death?

“Besides, you out of all of us know how much of a bastard he is.” The magistrate says, and a bitterness bubbles in your mouth.

Now wearily nod.

“Look, I know it’s a lot to take in, but the law is the law and he needs to be punished.”

She squeezes your shoulder before drawing you into a solid hug.

“Call me when you get home.”

“Yeah mom, will do.” You sigh, hugging her back.

But you don’t get much sleep that night.

The walk to the dungeon the next day isn’t too far. The sleek business-like building simply melts away once you get past the attendant. Immediately you’re transported into the hollow prison. The cold stone, the stale air, the rumble of ancient dangerous magic, all form an eerie atmosphere.

The ruins on the wall illuminate a path that guides you.

The dungeon, an ever changing landscape, is specifically a holding space before the criminals are arranged for their sentences.

Max’s arm stretches out from the bars before you even see him.

“Was wondering what took you so long to come see me.”

You almost want to turn around and leave. You don’t even know why you came.

But you walk to the front of the jail cell. Even among the bars, Max is so damn handsome it makes you angry.

“So, you come to laugh at me?” He asks, rubbing at his jaw.

You stay silent.

“Can’t even say I look sexy in this jumpsuit. Putrid green and white stripes aren’t my colors.” He scoffs.

You still can’t say anything.

This vampire now begins pacing around his small cell.

His eyes flicker to you sharp.

“Did they tell you about my cellmate? He’s out for lunch right now. But he actually used magic to kill his ex’s wife’s lover. That’s who your fucked up system thinks I’m as bad ass. I didn’t even murder people! I brought them back to life better than before!”

You swallow hard, unable to find your voice still.

It pisses Max off that he rushes to the bars and slams his hands against them. The magic of the barrier against the metal sparks to life, refusing to let him leave.

“Say something, witch!” He snarls your name, and it jolts your heart.

You don’t say anything. You can’t even say why you came. So you turn on your heels and leave.

Max’s laugh, bitter and loud, bounces off the walls and haunts you the entire way home.

He would have a month in a prison hold before the actual sentence came. In that month he would be under the watch of another magic user…

And of course he picks you.

Your mother tried to change the arrangement, but the criminal had the right of choice.

Now you stand in the bleak apartment as Max glances around the place scrutinizing it.

“Couldn’t they have at least set us up in like a Hilton or something? This looks like some shit ass studio college dorm looking place.”

“The little prodigy witch couldn’t even get special treatment, huh?” He sneers at you.

You glare back.

“Why did you even pick me? To what? Just torture me too?” You finally snap.

“Oh of course.” He bows, annoyingly ridiculous and smirking bright. “If I’m going out, I’m taking you with me.”

You storm out of the living room and slam the bathroom to sulk alone.

The small studio apartment was highly protected, a jail cell in its own right. Protective barriers would keep anyone leaving or coming in.

Then the final piece arrives for your month-long confinement.

One of the secondary magistrates comes to place a sigil on Max’s neck. The skin sears with the magic pressing into him, and he even hisses.

“What the fuck, I forgot how awful it is being human.” He mutters almost slurred.

His powers would be completely suppressed now due to the spell. Max is practically human now.

Now it’s just you and him, for one damn month.

“I’m surprised they didn’t leave a coffin here.” You dryly comment.

“Oo, kinky. I knew you had it in you, witch.” Max smiles.

“We should at least fuck, that’s all we might be able to do here. Plus it’d be for old times sake.” Max immediately offers, and you make a disgusted face.

“You haven’t even slept with me!” He argues absolutely upset. “If you do, I’ll make you see why you should’ve back then.”

He smirks, winking at you.

Back then - Romania.

It had been your first big aboard mission, and it was where you first met Max. Still so cocky and smug, you hate how effortlessly he charmed you at that college bar. He constantly purred at how he hadn't seen a witch as cute as you, except how unfortunate it was that witches' blood like yours smelled so bad he couldn’t stay near you long. Then you spotted Max fucking a waitress behind a bar and didn’t want anything to do with him.

Still don’t. So you simply decide to ignore him.

Most days you stay focused on your laptop letting Max talk aimlessly like an annoying podcast host with no listeners.

“You know what’s really evil? Why hasn’t Philadelphia Cream Cheese brought those good strawberry cheesecake snacks from the 90’s? Like, why are they withholding the goods?” He says lounging on the couch.

Ignore.

“Oh you think ignoring me is gonna break me? You’re cute, sweetheart.” Max scoffs.

Ignore.

He even starts a full lecture about the importance to the seductive nature of sales, and you put your headphones in.

Eventually when you start preparing dinner, and he’s slumped on the couch, this annoying vampire blurts out -

“I miss my mom.”

You almost think you misheard him.

“Guess getting closer to death makes you think of things like that. She would’ve liked you.” He continues. “She always said I needed someone good to keep me in check.”

He never once mentioned his mom.

“Always thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.” Max adds soft. “So damn smart and strong.”

Before grabbing the pasta you need to boil, his words freeze you.

“Should’ve run away with you. Wanted to.” He comments wistfully.

“No you didn’t.” You finally speak, and your voice creaks like a haunted house.

Max sits up immediately staring at you.

“I’m being serious.” His voice is unwavering just like his hard earthen eyes.

“Always wanted you. Always think I will.”

“You’re spewing bullshit now.” You flat out tell him. “I saw you that night with that waitress.”

Max sits up more. A hyper awareness rises in you, and you notice how thin the air feels now as the vampire moves to you in the kitchen.

“Besides, you always made it really fucking clear you couldn’t stand to be around me.” You add with a bitter bite.

“Little witches like you always smell so damn bad” - it’s like what he always said. You even repeat his words back to him.

Max stays surprisingly silent now, transformed into the deadly predator he is. Before you realize it you’re pressed against the kitchen wall at a dizzying speed. This handsome vampire stares down at you so close.

You aren’t afraid of what he can do. You know the spell is doing its job at suppressing him. But what is more dangerous is how badly your heart races.

His fingers run up against your chest delicately then to your neck where they stop.

“Only said all that because you drove me so damn crazy.” He mutters lower and hesitant than you’ve ever heard.

“Knew if I let myself even have one taste of you I’d never recover. I’d follow you forever.” He adds.

You swallow hard, barely able to breathe. Then you make the mistake of looking into his eyes.

You know his powers are suppressed. The magic radiating off him smells like a dusty room. Yet his eyes lock you in, almost hypnotizing you as if he was in his full form.

You can’t tell who moves first. You or him. It’s simply a collision of lips messily pressing against each other with Max instantly molds his body into yours.

He drags you to the couch in the living room. The boiling water sits on the stove overflowing. You can’t even seem to care. Not when he eats you out with a possessed consumption, a type of devouring that makes your eyes roll back into another dimension.

You’re surprised at how generous a lover he is, and how well endowed he is. It’s all delicious and good. You hate how much his kisses and heat melt into your bones.

You even hate how easily you fall asleep in his arms.

The next morning you’re still tangled in his hold.

“Haven’t slept like that in decades,” Max yawns groggily when he wakes up. “But that’s what a good fuck and pretty company to sleep with does to a man.”

You snort smacking his bare chest.

The mood shifts after that.

You and him watch shitty day time television together and really get into The Price is Right. You spend hours talking to him about everything and anything.

He also fucks you until your brain melts out of your skull and maybe even after that.

The days melt together and what’s worse, it feels natural falling into place beside Max.

“If we didn’t have all this…” he waves his hand around the room while you and him lie in bed together still not wanting to get up.

“I think we would’ve been good together.” Max muses.

You snort. “We would’ve killed each other.”

Max doesn’t say anything, instead lets his fingers just dance along your bare skin.

You’re about to ask him if he’s alright when he begins to cough. The cough started up last week. Now it sounds hoarse, getting worse over these past few days.

The binding spell is doing its job, keeping him suppressed, but it’s essentially draining him to the brink of no return.

That reality is now manifesting before you and terrifies you. So you’ve tried to sooth him, make him tea or even rub his back.

It’s a ominous awareness that seeps into the cracks of this facade you’ve been in.

“We should run away.” Max says suddenly the next morning after he fucked you senseless in the shower.

“What?!” You shriek.

“You heard me, witch.” He grins toothy. “We should run away, you and me.”

He nudges his chin at you, and your stomach flips.

Now you’re the one staying quiet as your mind scrambles like a frantic rat running from the light.

“Hello?!” He cries out your name, and his voice snaps your spine straight.

“So are you really just gonna let them kill me?!” The vampire snarls.

“You broke the law, like extremely. This is the punishment.” You fire back with a snap.

“You know what’s the real damn punishment? Being here with you. Knowing none of this will matter and...” he cuts himself off fast and glares hard.

You can taste what he’s going to say.

This make believe dream of living with him, of maybe having a life together is just a dream.

A contorted nightmare of what is to come.

You and Max avoid each other the rest of the day.

Until another coughing fit comes, and he collapses in the kitchen. It’s scary watching this suave powerful hunter wither away into almost a husk of who he is. You immediately rush over to help steady him.

Calling out his name, he’s barely in and out of consciousness.

You’re panicking. You know this is what would happen. He only has a week left before his execution.

But you can’t stand this. You don’t want to see him suffer. Not when you’ve felt the Max beneath his grimey jackass surface crust, felt his tender kisses, seen the bashful smiles he gives you, known the way he makes you feel-

So you lower your neck down to him.

“Max, do it.” You order.

“But what about…” he mutters through a wheeze.

“Don’t care. We’ll figure it out.” You firmly cut him off.

Max’s hands shake as he draws himself to you. He even places the softest butterfly of kisses against your skin.

Then he bites down.

His fangs aren’t sharpened so the piercing of his teeth into your skin makes you hiss, feels so much more animalistic than you would have thought.

Then the pleasure immediately washes over.

A honey syrupy warmth courses into your veins, and you moan feeling him suck at you, feeling his tongue lip out to your skin.

You don’t even realize Max has shifted, gained more strength, until your back hits the cold kitchen floor and your hands clutch onto him.

He slides his body between your legs and immediately grinds up against your core.

“Oh fuck, knew it. I knew you’d taste amazing.” He slurs watery as your blood fills his mouth.

You moan more clutching at him as your hips rise to grind against his more. It feels like you could burst out of your skin at any moment with this all consuming pleasure.

Max dry humps you more and you don’t care that you’re picking up a more frantic pace trying to reach your edge.

“Shit yeah, give it to me.” He commands, and your climax hits you dizzying that your vision goes out for a minute.

But you’re not the only one, Max groans loud, a punched out moan signaling his release.

“No one’s made me fucking come in my pants since I was a little bat. You naughty little thing.” He mumbles with a grin against your skin, kissing and licking away at the wound he gave you.

When Max lifts up from your neck, you swear his eyes flicker a shade of crimson.

Eventually he gathers you into his arms. A warmth has returned to his cheeks. You hate that this dumb vampire hasn’t wiped off your blood from his face and instead seems to wear it proud.

“Your blood is my honor badge, witch.” Max winks, and you roll your eyes.

Now the silence returns.

“I’ve wanted to ask…Why did you do it? Change all those people in the office?”

In his arms, you feel Max shrug.

“Why not? Humans are weak, easily broken. Why not give ‘em a shot to be better? If not, they're just food, like a walking grocery store for my kind.”

A dread sickness sinks into you hearing him talk this unbothered and slightly cruel.

“You were human. You couldn’t have always thought like that.” You say firm even as you your fingers trace against his.

Max sighs.

“Yeah that’s true. But love and life’s a bitch ain’t it.”

Curiously, you can’t help but ask what happened.

Max stays quiet. You’re worried this soft bonding bubble has popped.

“I fell in love right before I turned.” His voice takes that uncharacteristically soft somber tone.

Max tells you about the man he met and how the two of them vowed to be together. But then Max was changed, and his partner saw him as a monster. Then all the faith and love shattered right before Max’s eyes.

So, this existence has been a prison of its own for him.

“Then I met you, someone else stuck like me between the mundane and magical.” Max says and your heart jumps.

“You had laughed so damn loud at something the other witch with you at the bar said and it annoyed me. Didn’t think someone could be that happy.”

You’re about to snap at him until he continues.

“I wanted to annoy you as much as I could until I knew you inside and out.”

It’s a Max way of saying he wanted to be with you.

Something heavy and rusting settles in your chest and drags you down to a depth you don’t want to face.

“You still don’t know me.” You mutter.

“I know enough, know you aren’t the type that wants to be an apprentice magistrate, much less a high one. That sounds like what that mother of yours wanted.” Max comments, always seeming to just have the best ability at reading people and it makes you fidget in his arms.

And he’s right.

You never wanted to be a magistrate.

You have dreams of a beautiful occult shop, warm and inviting, getting to run it yourself with all the knowledge of magic you know. Binding and blending the supernatural with the everyday world - that’s what you dreamed of.

You even tell him this.

Max surprisingly listens to it all patiently.

“We could make it happen.” He suggests. “After all, I’m a damn wizard in business.”

That makes you laugh and he joins in.

But it’s a candy coated dream holding a truthful rot beneath all.

“There’s this saying I heard once,” Max says suddenly. “Life’s but a dream for the dead.”

“That’s…morbid.” You reply.

“But true.” Max shrugs simply. “Trust me, I’ve been dead long enough to know. Guess that dream might be ending soon.”

It’s that unspoken festering truth.

The end is approaching.

It now feels as if the prison chains around Max have possibly been around you as well.

What will you do?

Before you head to bed you notice the light from the streetlights casts a shadow from a window that crawls across the floor - it looks like jail bars.

That night you let Max drink from you again and go to absolute heaven. Because if this is your hell then why not taste the sublime even if for a little bit.

You feel more drained than normal, barely staying awake. Max softly reassures you it’s because he’s fed off you twice.

“Just get some rest honey, I’ll be here.” He kisses your shoulder and spoons you in his hold.

Wearily you slip into dreams of a hotel room down the street, where you and Max would escape to. You’d change your name and he’d change his. Max of course manages to negotiate a buy and you get your shop filling it to the brim with tarot cards and blessed candles. It’s your own little slice of heaven, and Max complains about it all the time. But you’re happy, and he stays right beside you.

And then you wake up.

Your mother, the high magistrate, actually is the one shaking you awake.

“What happened?!” She cries petrified and panicked.

Wearily you glance around and find more magic users and guards storm in and out of the apartment.

Max is gone.

Claw marks scratch against the door and the wood is broken open. He found a way out. Absolute horror crashes into you.

“Did you let him drink from you?! Answer me!” Your mom demands screaming your name.

You’re too terrified to answer. The silence is enough and your mom explodes.

“How did you forget?! A vampire drinking a witch's blood allows them to momentarily gain abilities to break seals and spells?!” She screams.

You had been so deep in this delusion… you hadn’t even thought of that.

Your blood runs cold.

That bastard had charmed you with all the suave of a slug. And here you are, left the buyer hoodwinked by the rotten lie he sold you.

All that’s left from Max is a single piece of paper written for you.

Life is but a dream baby…

Crunching the note in your hands, you set the paper on fire.

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Your prison cell is more comfortable than others and you know that. Being the daughter of a high magistrate is like being the child of a president. You understand the privileged benefits that it brings.

But a cage is still a cage.

You’d be in this single waiting room cell of the dungeon for another day until it was decided where you would go for your crimes of assisting a fugitive.

Your mother is still trying to argue that you were under the influence of Max. In some way you were, but just not in the way she speaks of.

Just thinking about that monster makes your blood boil.

Down the hall of the dungeon, a faint clang echos like something hit the floor. Your guard curiously peeks down the dark shifting labyrinth

The guard’s eyes flicker to you for a brief moment, then he walks off to investigate the noise.

You don’t give it much thought and return to reading your book.

The new footsteps come clocking down the hall. They don’t sound like the familiar boots of the guards and you wonder if it’s someone from the magistrate’s court.

“You miss me baby?”

The air goes still.

Your reaction to hearing Max’s smooth acidic voice is visceral.

You throw your book at him.

“You fucker!” The emotions take over, volcanic and consuming.

He’s dressed in the nicest suit you’ve ever seen and covers his head from your book attack. But you also don’t miss the blood soaking his shirt, still lingering around his lips.

“Hey, hey, hey! Is that anyway you should treat your rescuer?” His face scrunched up in confusion is still as handsome as ever.

“You’re the reason why I’m here to begin with!” You snap.

He hushes you.

“You want us to get caught?!” Max seethes.

Before you can yell at him more, your vampire walks forward and kicks open the gate. The magic shimmers, a fluttering electric wave, then crumbles as the lock opens.

Max stubbornly walks over to snap off the binding spell on your wrists even though it faintly burns his hands as you notice the harsh sizzling sound.

He really is setting you free.

You’re almost too stunned to move now staring at him confused.

Max sighs annoyingly dramatic. “Baby, are you coming or what?”

He holds his hand out, eyes expectant, but there’s a glimmer of hesitation.

You don’t grab his hand, but instead rush forward to kiss him frenzied, not even caring there’s still traces of blood against his chin. It becomes a distorted but consecrated blood vow sealing. You’re thankful this dumb vampire is quick to react grabbing onto you with a fierce hold.

The guards would be coming soon. Max’s intrusion and your escape will be noticed if you don’t act fast.

But for right now, it’s just you and him.

And you think, it might be you and this vampire until the sun bleeds.

And as you place your hand in Max’s - you realize you’re more than okay with that.

[britany1997]

Hot Vampires In Your Area

Hope y’all enjoy the long awaited third and final part to Vampires Everywhere, sorry it took me so long lol

Vampires Everywhere, Hot Vampires In Your Area

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Poly! Lost boys x GN Vampire Reader

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, readers sex not mentioned, riding, biting, mentions of anal sex, slight daddy kink (Dwayne is daddy always), riding, voyeurism, blow job, some aftercare

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The boys clamored down into their cave with you in tow. The bike ride home had reinvigorated your spirits, and you were already attached to Marko’s lips, kissing him passionately.

He moaned into your mouth as you bit his lip and pulled. They liked to play rough, but so did you.

He growled, pushing you up against the cave wall and pressing sloppy kisses down your jaw and the skin of your neck. You leaned your head back against the wall and smiled blissfully as your hands found their place in his hair.

You pulled him from your neck, tilting his face till his eyes were locked on your own. You stared into his intimately, taking in the sight of his blown pupils and elongated fangs.

If that wasn’t enough proof of his arousal, the pressing against your thigh certainly was. You smirked, before reattaching your lips to his.

They way they wanted you was intoxicating. They permeated through your thoughts, and clouded your mind with visions of them and the pleasure they gave you. You’d never felt so desirable.

“Ahem.”

The sound of a throat being cleared pulled you from your daze as both your head and Marko’s snapped to an impatient Paul, his arms crossed and his pants embarrassingly tight. He was tapping his foot with his eyebrow raised.

You shouldn’t have, but the sight prompted a soft laugh to fall from your lips. The blond boy’s desperation for you did terrible things for your ego.

Paul pouted in reply, a red tinge springing to his cheeks.

Marko rolled his eyes as you traded his arms for Paul’s. “Didn’t mean it like that Paulie,” you assured as you kissed him softly and stroked his cheeks.

“Thought you forgot about me baby,” his pout deepened as his hands snaked around to the small of your back, pulling you into his chest,

David and Dwayne looked on in amusement as Paul dialed up his dramatics.

“Dontcha want me baby?” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, “I want you, I need you baby. please?”

You stared into his watery baby blues, god he was pretty, “but I promised David Paulie, what about him?”

David snorted from his place on the couch, prompting your gaze to shift to his. He smirked, “let me watch Paulie wreck you babe, then, when you’re all whimpery and shaky…” he chuckled to himself at the lustful expression you wore, “then I’ll give you the best night of your eternal life.” He winked.

God he was smug. You loved it.

“Make a mess Paulie,” David teased.

The wind was knocked out of you as the excited blond vampire wrapped his hands around your legs and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you in the direction is his bedroom, the other boys hot on his heels.

Paul set you down on the bed and rid himself of his clothes frantically. You probably would have chuckled to yourself at his excitement, if you hadn’t been hypothesized by the sight of his pretty cock.

You bit your lip and looked up, only to be met with his smirking face. He pulled you into his lap and kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring you.

As Paul began to kiss down your chest, you scanned the room, moaning softly at the sight of the other boys.

While David sat in Paul’s ratty bean bag, stroking himself, Marko and Dwayne were much less patient.

The picture of Marko pressed against the wall of the cave while Dwayne slid in and out of him, combined with Paul’s teeth sucking mark after mark into your skin forced a low moan from your throat.

Paul squeezed your thigh roughly. You gasped and your head turned towards him. “Eyes on me baby,” he growled as he pushed into you slowly.

You threw your head back in ecstasy at the stretch of him. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he held you in his lap.

Paul caged his arms around you pressing you against his chest as he thrust up into you roughly, pulling moans and gasps from your lips.

His fangs began to elongate as his eyes flashed yellow. “Wanted to keep you ya know?” he growled. “The boys were sooo hungry, but I wanted ya, from the moment I saw you in Max’s store I wanted to have you so bad. But I don’t make the choices round here, thought it was a damn waste too.”

You whimpered as you bounced in his lap.

“But now you’re mine baby, and I am gonna keep you.” He squeezed your hips roughly, making you gasp, “you’re ours.”

You moaned at his words as you felt yourself quickly approaching your orgasm.

He reached down to stroke you roughly. “Say it. Say you’re ours while you cum for me baby. Say you belong to us.”

“I’m yours! I’m all yours,” you screamed in pleasure as you came all over him,

He growled before leaning forward and sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he spilled into you. He pulled back, kissing and licking at the mark he’d placed on you. “Ours. All ours.”

You whimpered as you came down from your high and pondered his words. Your tough exterior had melted into a puddle in Paul’s arms. From that moment your hands met in Max’s video store, you were theirs. You just hadn’t known it then.

Paul laid you back on the bed and kissed you softly. “You ok?” he asked as he stroked your cheek. You nodded and smiled as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips.

He smiled as he returned your affections.

You were pulled from the sweet moment with Paul by the sound of Dwayne’s grunting as he continued to push into Marko. You bit your lip.

The cries and moans that fell from Marko’s lips confirmed that Dwayne hadn’t been lying when he’d told you that all the boys called him daddy.

Your cheeks flushed as David came to your side on the bed, cock in one hand as the other pulled you to his mouth by the back of your head. You whimpered into the kiss.

Paul kissed and bit at your shoulder on your other side, reaching down to part your thighs and stroke softly.

David pulled away to suck on your earlobe and your gaze shifted back to Marko and Dwayne.

Marko screamed daddy as Dwayne finished inside him. Marko pressed against the wall, and Dwayne pressed into him to the hilt. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. The boys to your side, the boys in front of you, it was almost too much.

David laughed to himself as his lips moved to the shell of your ear. “Does that turn you on babe? Dwayne’s a big boy isn’t he?” you whimpered, “do you wish that was you baby? Want to feel him again?” You fought back another moan.

David smirked, “but you already had him tonight didn’t you baby, don’t want to be greedy do you?”

You gasped, your head snapping to face his, “‘m not greedy,” you pouted.

He mock pouted in reply, “really? Well I am, get on your knees for me baby?”

You nodded before turning to give Paul one last kiss. You sat on your knees while David’s stroked himself in front of your face. He wasn’t as long as Paul, but he was thicker, and he had a vein that stretched all across the length of him. The sight made you salivate.

“You gonna be good for me babe? Don’t like brats.”

You smirked up at him, “liar,” you whispered.

He returned your smirk, “just be good,” he commanded as he pulled your face forward.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue. You moaned as David moved your head forward, pressing more of him into your mouth.

“Such a dirty mouth for such a nice face baby, anyone else get to see you like this?”

You gently shook your head no, before you ran your tongue along his vein, prompting a low growl to fall from his mouth. You smiled with your mouth full, as he continued to move your head back and forth.

“Bein so good baby,” David praised, “just let me take what I want from you.”

You hollowed out your cheeks, totally content to let him use you.

When David’s movements became less and less frequent, and his breathing grew heavy, you leaned forward to take as much of him into your mouth as you could. You could feel him grazing the back of your throat, causing a muffled moan to spring from your lips.

Your attentions pushed him over the edge, but before he could come down your throat, he pulled out to paint your face.

Your hand came up to wipe cum from your nose. “Good aim,” you joked.

He laughed, “don’t worry baby, we’ll clean you up real nice. Dwayne,” he ordered, snapping for him.

He turned back to you, “have a good night?” David asked, eyebrow raised.

“Best yet,” you admitted.

He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss, you moaned into his mouth as you realized he could taste himself on your lips.

When you pulled away from David, Dwayne sat beside you with a wet washcloth, wiping your face and pulling you into his lap.

You blushed, “Dwayne, thank you…I’m uh,” you contemplated how to phrase your next words.

Thankfully you didn’t need to say anything at all. “I know baby,” he assured you, “night’s nearly over anyway, but we’ll have plenty more together yeah?” He asked as he held you in his lap.

You smiled as the four of them looked at you expectantly, “yeah,” you promised as you nodded off, pressed against Dwayne’s chest.

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the less i know the better

Cw/: hurt & comfort, sloppy “I’m sorry for being rude” sex, service top gale, body image issues, shapeshifters and enchanters have some things to discuss, multiple orgasms, some crying, taking care of each other, piv, durges previous encounters, mentions of durges necrophilia, gortash ruins relationships like no one’s business, mentions of squirting and intense orgasms, durge is in they feels.

a/n: i would like to have a big bath, like swimming pool sized. we didn't get a beach or bathhouse episode so i took it upon myself.

what do we want??? Service top gale!!! When do we want it?? At a decent time!!!! I’m pretty sure I pinched my shoulder at the gym and it stingssss. Please play the world’s tiniest violin in my honor. I love bathhouse scenes, so I hope y’all enjoy this one.

(durge is a wood elf storm sorcerer, once again they are brown with loose curls at chin length hair)

(read on a03 or below the cut!)

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“You could’ve told me that one of your alias’s was lady gortash sooner.” Gale’s voice soured slightly, as you shuffled back into the tiled specialty changing room. You dispelled a few things, taking a few shuddering breaths.

“How was I supposed to know.” Your steps are a bit shorter as you step out of your boots. Hair once silver returning to a charcoal black. The crimson left its stain on your eyes, its color pulsing with every anxious heartbeat.

“You didn’t know what? You’d think something as important as being spoken for would be remembered.” His back turned to you as he worked on un-buttoning his robe, the stiff white collar of his shirt slowly revealed.

you held your head in your hands, rubbing the khol around your eyes. Your previously too perfect features dissipating, revealing the molted and decaying flesh underneath. As you stared at your own face in the mirror, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, you blinked them back. “It’s not…it never was like that.” Your voice warbled more than you thought it would. The reflection that stared back at you in the large vanity mirror looked pitiful.

“Oh.” His tone softened, “Avi…I didn’t mean to push.” He turned around, hesitant to approach. His eyes were round pools of emotion. Your ears twitch at the sound of your own chosen name, one gale insisted you find- he qualified his nagging on saying ‘the dark urge isn’t a great name for such a gorgeous person.’  

“I didn’t know it would hurt this much, I felt… a stinging loss when I saw him. It got worse, when I got called that. Urgh- I don’t like this very much. Feeling like this. Unhappy.” Tears began to roll down your cheeks staining your skin with dark burgundy and black smears. You wiped them on your robe’s sleeves, setting your head in your hands again.

He placed a warm hand on your back, rubbing small circles.

“It’s ok to cry, I do it a lot.” He chuckled softly, kissing the crown of your head. He inhaled your hair’s scent, draping himself over you. A few tears trailed down your cheeks, you buried your head into your arms.

“You must think me weak.” The steaks of enchanted silver that danced in your hair faded into deep brown. Your ears shortened their length not as elegant, bones popped and reshaped, freckles and moles began to fade onto your skin. Scars, and marks and all. Your hair returned, short curly and shaggy, you looked now like a typical wood elf. What you were bred to be. Unremarkable.

“Not at all really…” he curled a strand of hair behind your twitching ear, the pads of his finger ghosting the fragile flesh. “Let me embrace you fully, it’s what you deserve.” His breath brushed against your ears; your skin itched under his touch. “It’s my apology.” His voice was light, “to show… my devotion to you.”

“You needn’t do any of that.” You chided, pushing in the chair, your robes hung off of you slightly. “I don’t wish to become another idolization, I’m but a mere mortal.”

“Nothing but mere, and anything but mortal.” He twirled a curl of yours, fingers braided in your hair. He cups your chin, tilting his head his pupils wide. His lips curled up into an easy smile. “You are mine, despite having… a rather unfortunate birth parent.” He giggled. He led you to the chair that draped his clothes, you curled up, embraced by his cloaks scent. He unlaced his sleeves, and the side of his shirt, finally tossing it at your head. You tucked it behind your head, watching his nimble hands remove his taught pants, the golden buttons glinting in the light. He stepped out of them, his calves flexing as he moved. It left him in his bloomers, which shimmered and crackled with weave. You had seen him in this state of undress multiple times before, every time it felt like the first, a breath of fresh air, an embrace, an urge much sweeter than the ones embedded in your flesh and crawled along your spine. He hummed, unlacing his underwear, again throwing them at your head. Should you be gross? You held it to your nose and inhaled, a rumble rising through your chest. a sound akin to a moan rose from gale’s throat. They smelt of sweat, ozone, and rosemary oil.

Of course, he applied rosemary oil to his crotch. He stretched, bending over as his bones stretched under his skin. “Come, sit up. Let me help you.” You followed his command, he worked diligently to unlace the corset that held your robes together. “I do rather like this look on you. Plum is such a becoming color.” His lips tickled your neck as he placed a knee fearfully close to your slowly heating core. “You look gorgeous, like this.” He kissed a mole on your cheek and another on your forehead; “much better than pretending to be something your not.” He removed the corset with ease,

his fingers hooking under your robe. He wiggled it over your head, a similar wrap shirt that he wore clad your shoulders. He sharply inhaled at the realization that that you didn’t wear your usual camisole underneath. Your breast peaks and nipples erect. “Oh, my love, what you do to me.” He kissed up your chin to the corner of your mouth, his hands slipping to the sides of your shirt to loosen the wrap.

You exhaled, leaning into his touch. Perhaps this was the one person able to make your urges feel at bay, to feel safe. A thought creeped into the back of your mushy skull, what if he wasn’t. The easy smile the lord held, his posture- warm and inviting. The sweetness he held in his eyes, how his hand caressed your shoulders, fell at your hips and drew you in. You could taste him, you could remember his scent, embedded in every primal part of your head. He smelt deeper than gale, whiskey and crude oil, musk and amber. Your skin itched to taste his sweat, and the coppery tang your tongue knew so well.  to trace the bites of the blade along his hips and stomach, the almond scented paint that clung to your hair. The clench of his thighs along your shoulders. You felt disgusting, fantasizing about another man’s touch in the presence of the one you loved.

“Gale- stop for a second.” You noted a flash of concern in his eye, he knelt back down again, tilting his head in a silent question. Tears budded again, as you held your head in your hands. “I am ashamed. I can’t… I’m terrified of my own thoughts. Flashes I see the lord, in the way I see you now. He will not leave, be gentler- and diligent” you paused trying to think how to phrase it. “To possibly… take my mind off things.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, “perhaps we should establish something, and you’re sweet for saying that. I’m glad you felt safe enough to tell me.” He sat back on his haunches. “Perhaps… the shower will help? Ill leave you to finish undressing if you feel uncomfortable.” He squeezed your shoulders, kissing your forehead. “I’ll depart for now then. Come join me when you feel ready.” His movements were fluid, hands drawing a sharp sigh from your lips. He left through the open doorway into the showers. His nails scratched against the doorway; your core ached immaculately. You finished off his work, the dark plum verses bright magenta robes draped against each other on the chair. You felt oddly exposed without your enchanted spells guarding you, waddling into the cedar and teakwood showers you felt more at peace. Gale was nowhere to be seen, but a satisfied groan emanated from the bright hallway ahead. You settled down on the stool testing the water on your hand before handling the wand. The water smooth and warm against your skin. The soaps and skin serums to remove dirt and dead skin smelt herbal. Tonics infused with healing potions, an intriguing way to go about things. You scrubbed your skin until it was red and raw, you felt clean but not clean enough. You sat in the steam of

the water for a moment, debating on continuing forward. You decided too, the warmth of the light and the pools beyond beckoning you forward.

The light was blinding once stepping out the hallway, plants and fauna lined the tiles surrounding the baths, a plush bed with towels and robes on top of it. a table next to it and a patterned robe with tassels. Candles, sherry and crystal goblets, candies and small sandwiches, a platter with fresh fruits and perfumes, and bottles that shone like gems. Gortash really pulled the full 9 yards. Towered over the bath, curiously was a statue of Mystra, her gaze focused on the bath itself, arms outstretched in a surrounding gesture, the sun perfectly framed around her head. It was almost reminiscent of a greenhouse. Gales head peaks between the waves of foam. He floated upwards, paddling to the side of the bath to grip the edge and prop his head in his arms.

“Feeling better?” he beamed, rose petals and violets clung to his hair, they floated on the surface of the foam. You walked towards the steps, dipping your toe in carefully. It was a wonderful temperature.

“a little.” You hum, lowering your weary limbs in the water. “it’s a little unnerving to have a statue of my partner’s ex staring at my naked form. I feel judged.”

“Often statues of Mystra are depicted with her eyes closed…” he swam closer to you, “I am... uncertain why this one is open, perhaps its just another god that looks similar.”

“Let us hope it’s just that.” You settled on a side edge seat, the sun a warm lazy glow on your skin, a warm and floral breeze churned the air. He almost seated himself in your lap, his head tucked into the alcove of your neck, his face a mottled pink from the hot water. His eyes laid shut; his breath warm against your chin. You leaned your head against the tile, allowing him the access to fully intwine with your limbs. You began to become drowsy, tapping his shoulder you escorted him to the bed, comfortably placed within a warm sunbeam.

You both curled up again like lizards on a hot rock. An overwhelming sense of contented sleepiness taking hold of you. Your dreams, or what you could call them flitted with the same images of the man, contented to a stretch within your core- they filled you with bliss. His voice moved against your senses like molasses, crashing wave after wave as his blunt nails dug into his skin. He smelt of crude oil again, wearing a black undershirt underneath his overalls that hung off the dips of his hips, the pale skin contrasted with dark moles on the edges of his thighs. His

nose was buried in your neck, one of his hands covering your mouth and nose the scent of gasoline making you lightheaded.

Keep quiet his voice hissed in your recesses, you bit down on his hand, drooling onto his fingers like a fool. Another snap of his hip’s heaven sent to your core.

He suggested a bath after making a mess of your temple attire, his warm hands scratched your scalp in the cool night of the moon.

His poor bhaalist, his assassin, right hand to the tyrant, his.

You slept on the cool bed curled up on his chest, nose crested his sternum listening to his sighs and mumbling as he slept.

But that was under the moon, you lived in the sun now,

You stretched your legs out a pinging pain setting off in your calf. he muttered, adjusting his body to snuggle closer. His legs intertwined with yours, a throbbing heat coming from his crotch, you could feel the weight on your thigh- a gentle twitch now ang again.

“Gale- “you whisper.

“Mmph.” Was his plain response, rolling over to face you, his eyes closed shut. He had a slow and easy smile on his lips. Rain began to patter on the big glass roof, the vibration of the droplets making small ripples and rivulets from the puddles that gathered. You traced the curve of his chest, your fingers knitted through the hair on his skin.

“Do you love me, gale.”

An eye snapped open. He began to laugh, loud and throaty his cheeks pink. “what a silly question!” His tone changed, one more serious and concerned. “Is something troubling you? A thought deeming you not worthy of my affections?” He raised his brow.

“More memories.” You rub your eyes, “the lord permeates most of them, I feel… disgusting to say the least.”

“it’s not your fault- “he rubs your shoulder, his fingers tracing the soft scars from your flaying. “You had no memory, and frankly that was previous- you don’t mind my discussion of Mystra, so I won’t mind your discussion of… gortash.” He pauses, chewing his inner cheek. “Tell me about him, little love.” You were the one to pause, closing your eyes, searching for the best recollection. “His skin was warm, for once. It made an aching difference in my heart. The only flesh I’ve touched was to consume, or in an act of kill. This was even not to say- that those I’ve killed were simply safe in death. I’ve rutted against and filled with- the same cooled flesh. Malleable,

stiff to the touch. Cold.” You shiver out of instinct. “He liked how I looked without the glamor; he said I was beautiful. He told me I was pretty.” A tear pricks at your eye, you warbled slightly continuing your thought. “no one has told me that before. A part of me felt- that glamor was the only way to command respect. Who would respect the most common creature? Not gifted with power and strength like Sarveok, or fantastic shape changing like Orin. A part of me thinks he’s lying, as is his nature. But Enver- Gortash, I know he was hurting too. It makes it worse, those shared moments we had.”

“You were gifted with plenty more than your family ever will have. Orin isn’t the least bit as beautiful, in my frank opinion. I never liked the silver hair on you, clashes too much with your eyes.” He cups your chin, his thumb stroking absently at the sides of his chin.

“Tell me how I look then, in this form.” You plead softly.

He sighs dreamily before beginning. “What I see is a witty and intelligent person. their skin dotted with freckles like the night sky. A mole on the most kissable spots on their face. Pretty and rosy cheeks, greater in hue than any in a garden. A voice like a ringing bell, or the clink of a crystal goblet filled with wine. Their skin as brown as a deep butterscotch, its taste smoother than any whiskey. Don’t get me started on your scent- “

You giggle, kissing his lips sweetly. “No- do, I’m enjoying it.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “oh I will, but if you insist…” he kisses your nose, rolling you onto your back, your thighs seated on his low hips. He bent down adding kisses as emphasis with his words. “you’ve always smelt like the weave- fresh and bright like citrus fruits.”

“Must be the oranges I eat for breakfast.”

“Oh, hush you- “he kisses you, his hands wrapping into your long curly locks. His lips trail down your chin to your neck, he inhaled deeply. “One thing I do not like is your adult name you chose, with your 50 years of living and you chose ‘Avrice.’”

“It sounds nice- “you insisted. You were 50, which was around late 20’s early 30’s for a human.

“My sweetest love- do you know what ‘Avrice’ means.” He asked within your neck, to this you shrug. He snorts within your skin, placing small kisses on the alcove of your neck. “It means greed.”

“Explains a lot. I’m certainly greedy for your affections. I’m greedy to not be known as just-another-bhaalspawn. I am more than bountiful in company- I lust after all that life has to offer.”

he laughed again, his voice like the warm roar of the hearth, “indeed you are my love, indeed you are.”

“Can I try… something else, I’m in the mood, I think.” He hummed; his gaze soft.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” You replied sarcastically, shifting your thigh up. The pressure earned a soft groan from him.

“You know how I don’t last as long as you? I have a small idea on that end. Perhaps I start you off sooner, if that makes sense.”

“I’d be up for it- as long as you are gentle.”

He hummed again, this time in acknowledgement. His movements were slow, deliberate. A quick cast of buzzing mage hand, which busied itself on uncorking a bottle of oil.  It scooped some of the liquid out spreading the lubricant out on its fingers. The oil smelt of jasmine and tropical flowers. He helped your legs into a bent position before seating himself on your waist, you felt one of the soft buzzing digits braces against your opening. Gale cupped your cheek bowing over for a kiss, his hands reminded you of the branches of a willow tree. His hips gently rocked against your torso, a slow and satisfied grunt drawing from his lips. He kissed you again, showing a devotion to the way your lips felt on his. Then you felt it, a soft buzz underneath a bulb of spongey tissue, the incorporeal hand must’ve entered quite easily into you for you not to notice. The thumb of the spell pressed against your clit, enveloping around it slightly. A warm heat spread steadily to your core, not enough to be considered stereotypically pleasurable, but quite lovely, nonetheless.

You wound an arm around him, your hand rooting itself in his curls as his thighs and calves spilt off your body onto the sheet below. He smiled between kisses, wanting your other arm around him. His beard scratched at your skin in a nice way. Your hands navigated to his hips, letting out a low gurgle when one of the fingers drew circles inside of you. He chuckles lightly as your hip bones tap his stomach. You felt it fleetingly, a little burst of flame that made your chest tighten. How quick was that? He could tell too, a peck to your nose before the intensity of the spell picked up, the thumb against your clit lightening up for a moment- before engulfing you again.

“That is one then, hm?” he smiled sweetly, combing a hand through your hair. “I shall make my way down- unless you have any objections.”

“No- “you murmur softly, scratching the back of the wizard’s scalp, a contented rumble emanated from his chest. with your legs lowered his sat back on your thighs He palmed your chest, the pads of his fingers grazing over your nipple. He gently pinched the flesh, hardening it between his fingers. The other neglected nipple went into his mouth,

his lips encompassed the flesh of your chest. he sighed, a happy one at that, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

The other hand not in use went to his groin, cupping and palming his balls quite gently. His hands traced the seam of his perinium, pressing up into the sensitive tissue just below the skin. His mouth and hand switched, leaving blooms of bruises and bites in his wake.

He began to mark the skin of the other breast, his tongue swirling around the pebbled nipple, eliciting a soft groan from you.  He began to kiss lower, his lips hovered over every freckle. Every mole was cataloged and memorized by his kiss, every scar traced and groped.

You admired the soft dip of his stomach, full of soup, he would always say. The warm curve of his hip, and the twitch of his ear. How his brow furrows, and the sunspots on his cheeks. The crinkle next to his eyes, and the smile lines and dimples on his cheeks. What a gorgeous man you’ve managed to acquire, you were more thankful every day.

He spread your legs like softened butter, kissing down your calves and thighs. He settled back onto his knees, his joints popping underneath the weight. The fingers curled inside of you, a stretch warming up your walls. He braced the sides of your legs, bowing his head to hover over cunt. He stretched his leg out, laying off his stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your legs locked his head in place, spit dribbling off his tongue. The pressure lightened off your clit, the tip of his tongue tracing anxious circles. His lips covered the sensitive nerve, providing ample suction. The transparent fingers lovingly stroked your insides, cramping down on them ever so slightly. His lips were downy and soft, her eyes pools of deep dark brown. They gazed at you through long brown lashes, they fluttered every so often.

“You are a treat- “he was almost breathless, enraptured with your pleasure. His tongue was warm and thick against your folds. His kisses against your clit were sloppy and wonderful, drool and slips of tongue, his beard scratched your inner thighs deliciously.

You bucked your hips against his nose, to this he squeezed your thighs to stay still. He removed himself, sweeping down quickly to your inner thighs. He quickly bit down; his teeth left indents.

You groaned again, your abs tightening, you felt a quick forced rush like a cramp in your lower abs. Gale chirped in surprise, a wide smile growing on his lips.

“Aha! I have turned on the tap it seems.” His tongue memorized the outlines of your folds, sweeping up the salty ejaculate. Your face burned. Gale’s gaze turned quizzical “this hasn’t happened before?”

“No- not really.”

His eyes widen, and brows raise. “The child of bhaal I know very well- that has done heinous things that in the eyes of any a god would have them hell bound, hasn’t had their tap turned.”

“there’s only so much you can do with a corpse.”

He huffs, a slight frown at the mention. “Not even your noble friend?”

“No, no- I suppose not. I received pleasure- yes, but not that. It feels odd.”

“it’s completely normal, don’t worry your head.” He stroked your thigh, shifting his weight back to his haunches. “Is this position ok?” he slid his knees under your thighs,

The hand dissipated inside of you, another jingled into life to grab the bottle of lubricant. He poured it over his hands and shaft, lubricating it. he smoothed the rest of the hydrating oil onto your knees, giving both a peck.

He lined himself with your entrance, holding your hips before leaning forward into you. His head bowed, lips grazing yours as he let out a slow and shaky moan. He hit hilt, a tight squeeze forcing a rumble from his chest.

“Gods- “he hissed, “look how tight you are now- for me- so sweet like this.” He nestled his head into your neck, pulsing slow shallow strokes into you. “My pretty star, hm? Does this feel good?”

“Quite lovely- thank you” you gasp out, pressing him closer into your skin. Your toes curled uncomfortably, yet your heart sang. The buzzing returned to your clit, the sounds from your cunt were absolutely sinful, wet and erotic- followed by the steady slap of gales thighs against your ass. Again, you felt a taught pressure in your groin, catching gale off guard. Moans fell from his lips, as he canted his hips into you. You could feel his cock head nestling near your cervix. Your eyes clamped shut, your thighs steeled around him. He let out another happy groan, buried now balls deep inside of you. You rocked together in earnest, happy sobs leaving your lips as a sweet numbness spread throughout your body.

His breath was warm against your neck, leaving scattered kisses along the alcove. His thrusts became languid, like ocean waves, another orgasm crashed through you. Gale let out a louder hiss, his teeth scraped against the soft skin of your neck.   “At this rate. I’m about to break- can you cum for me once more?”  he whispered against the cusp of your ear. You nodded feverishly, your hands scratching up his spine, he lifted your legs over shoulders using your thighs to brace and stabilize his weight. His thrusts now were sloppy and excitable, kissing your calves and knees.  You reached for him, holding his

hand. His breaths puffing out, as he rutted into you, your knees folded back as he found a rhythm. He began to sputter out, kissing you sloppily, his mouth hot and tongue needy. He cried out, buried deep within you. You felt a warm rush as he rode out his orgasm, another snap within your core had you shattering like a mirror. Another warm rush cascaded around you, dripping down and around his crotch.

“The tap turns!” he exclaims breathless, seated within your heat. He softens inside you, turning you to the side, and flopping next to you.

You felt fresh in your newly laundered robes, they smelt like roses. It seems the bath had a similar effect on your companions. All left contented, a flush of alcohol on their cheeks, and a pep in their newly shiny step.

You held hands with Gale taking your leaves, the less they knew the better.

[crazychaoticizzy]

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship Part 2

feat. Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner

Part 1

Continuation of that one trend that was popular forever ago because why not

WARNINGS: fluffy, Hange is written with they/them pronouns

Word Count: 683

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LEVI ACKERMAN

He will literally just stare at you with a straight face

Let’s be real he probably doesn’t care (I’M SORRY-)

And it ends and there’s no more audio and your phone is still recording as you just kind of stare back at him

You hold intense eye contact for what feels like literal hours before you grab your phone from the kitchen counter and stop

You awkwardly apologize and play it off as wanting to do a funny video before running off to the bathroom and beating yourself up over this

When you finally calm down you walk out and tell Levi that your roommate called and they need help with something

He most likely will never bring it up again and if/when one of you ask the other out. he’s gonna pretend that’s the first time anything feeling related had been done

But in theory if he does care, don’t be surprised when the next day there’s flowers on your counter that your roommate brought in

Theres a handwritten note hidden in the blossoms that has the kind beautiful poetic writing that people dream of getting (he asked Hange what to write and they found something on Pinterest)

It practically summed up that he would like to be more than friends as well, and asked you out to dinner

Of course, it was fron Levi

And of course you accepted his dinner date

ERWIN SMITH

He had zero clue what you’re doing

Honestly I don’t even think he noticed cause he was working on paperwork or something

He probably heard the sound but didn’t register it and just said “Y/n, I’m working”

It’s a lesson to not bother him while he’s working and actually talk to him when you have his attention 💀

So the trend didn’t work but hey you actually talked to him about it later!

And hey he probably returns those feelings and starts slacking off a tiny bit for you 🤷🏻‍♀️

But yes afterwards you actually confess to him and he is appalled

But he does like you back and so he kisses your hand and asks you out like the gentleman he is

HANGE ZOË

Hange was actually escatic

Like jumping off the walls escatic

Y’all were on a walk in the park and you suddenly stopped and told them you wanted to film a cute video because the scenery was nice

They were kind of confused at first but then the sound played more and they jumped up and wrapped their arms around you so tight you swear you saw Jesus for a moment

They gave you a big, sloppy smooch so close to your mouth they almost kissed your lips

And then they kind of lifted you off the ground and yelled that they like you, too

You got some weird looks but it doesn’t matter because they kissed your cheek again and said “you’re my significant other now” with the cheekiest smile it was so cute

And y’all turned your walk into a cute date and lived happily ever after

REINER BRAUN

You guys were making pumpkin bread (mostly because I’m craving that right now but that’s unimportant)

You literally got your phone out while you were stirring the batter and started to set it up

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

And then you told him immediately after you wanted to make a tiktok and he just let you

He was listening to the sound in case it was one of those traps where you played the pornhub theme to get his reaction

And he watched as you set it up directly in front of where he was making the sugar topping for the loaf

A smile crossed his face when he recognized the audio and he glanced down at you when you wrapped your arms around him

He brushed the sugar off his fingers and put his hand under your chin, tilting your head up

You were immediately flustered and almost regretted doing it because oh my god-

And then he kissed you

Right on camera

[yuibiwa]

Shut Up And Sleep With Me

CW: Dub-Con, Sloppy, Rough, obsession, TWST OC x DOM! Male Reader

Inkro was a beautiful young man. He had long silky lavender hair with bright purple eyes. He was very small, 5’2 and 120 lbs. He had a pretty thick figure, his thick thighs, waist, and torso all stood out. You loved every single detail about him. He was so tiny and adorable, you just wanted to squeeze his little body.

You shook your head, you shouldn’t be imagining this is class. You looked up from your textbook to find that the bell had just rang. You put all of your things away and hurried to lunch. On your way in the hall you bumped into Azul.

“Hello [name]”

“Hello Azul! How are you?”

“I’m well. Listen, I want you to stay away from Inkro. He’s my cousin and I want to protect him to the best of my ability. Stay away [name].” You nodded as he walked away. As if you would stay away! Inkro was so perfect.. you couldn’t possibly stay away from your soulmate, now could you?

You walked into the cafeteria, grabbed you lunch and sat down. You told Ace and Deuce about your talk with Azul but they thought nothing of it.

TIME SKIP

Finally. You walked into your room and laid on the bed. Sevens, you were so excited! Inkro actually touched you today!!! It was so blissful. You immediately took your pants off, finding your raging boner straining against your boxers. You took them off and panted as you began stroking yourself. It felt so good.. You imagined inkro. What if he were to walk in your room right now and let you fuck him. Then without even knowing it, it happened. The lavender boy burst into your room. He looked so much hotter.. You fisted your cock, pre-cum leaking all over your hands. You didn’t care at this point. Finally, you came.

As you came to your senses, you realized Inkro wasn’t there. It was just a phantom. How embarrassing..

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!! My requests are open now! I am so sorry for taking so damn long to write this! I’ve been gone for a while. But I’m now back!! Love y’all~

[moeswriting]

mine | 4. you saw me start to believe

pairing: young!no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

chapter summary: a moment of panic brings about some clarity for both you and joel

or, joel’s 23rd birthday, your first anniversary, and a moment between joel and his momma

Warnings: panic attack and imposter syndrome (reader); brief mentions of depression and parental neglect/abuse (reader and joel); A CALLBACK!!!! (if you can identify the callback, ten points to you); this writer is very aware that orange juice doesn’t actually help cure a cold, but she always grew up drinking it while she was sick, so it’s included in the story bc this writer isn’t going to be stopped by logic

word count: 5.5k

a/n: sorry it took me so long for this to get done :( i have early onset arthritis and with the weather changing, my wrists and knuckles have been bothering the fuck out of me, which makes me not wanna write (mostly cause it hurts), but i’ve been sitting on this for a while and i thought that i should just get it done so y’all can motivate me to write more haha. enjoy <3

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Do you remember all the city lights on the water?

You saw me start to believe for the first time

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September 26, 1995

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear…”

A chorus of different names come out.

Essie exclaims, “Papi!”

Sarah screeches, “Daddy!”

And you simply say, “Joel,” as you sit his cake in front of him– chocolate cake with vanilla frosting, with a giant “Happy 23rd Birthday!” written out in your sloppy cake writing and three green candles above it. His eyes glow in the dark room, candle light reflected in them.

“Happy birthday to you!”

All three of you cheer as Joel blows out his candles, Sarah clapping excitedly at the prospect of cake being put in front of her soon.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you mutter in Joel’s ear and kiss the side of his head.

He hums and puts his hand out for the cake knife that you’d set down on the kitchen counter behind you. You reach and grab it, setting it in his palm.

“Thank you, sugar.” The love in his eyes is so obvious as his head turns to look up at you. You know he’s not just thanking you for the cake knife– but you can talk about it later.

“Mhm,” you kiss the top of his head, fresh from his shower this morning after a very eventful night without Sarah in the house. His curls smell like leather and brandy.

“Daddy, please, can we have cake now?”

Joel cuts into the cake because he knows his daughter’s impatience will always win, “Yes, baby.”

After Essie went home and Sarah had a bath to get the frosting she had smeared all over her cheeks off and put to bed, you and Joel are alone in his living room.

“I got you a present,” you tease with a smirk on your face.

You’ve been waiting a month to give him his gift. You had taken Sarah to the mall one afternoon to give Joel a break for a little bit (and also because you wanted to take her to Claire’s to get her even more hair accessories, but Joel didn’t need to know that at the time). You hadn’t really been looking for a gift for him, but you saw it in the display and you knew you had to get it for him.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.”

You rummage through his coat closet that you stashed his present in last week, knowing he doesn’t ever open it. You pull out a delicately wrapped box in dark green wrapping paper and a big purple bow on top.

“What did my beautiful girl get me?”

“Open and you’ll see, Miller.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles.

He takes the bow off the top and sticks it on the top of your head. You scrunch your nose at him, though he doesn’t look over– invested in opening your present.

When he gets the wrapping off of the box, he takes his pocket knife out and cuts through the haphazardly-placed packing tape you had used to close the box.

You watch as he flips his knife closed, careful to do it as far from you as possible, and sticks it back in his jeans. He steals a glance in your direction, eyebrows raised.

You smile and nod, “Open it.”

He nods in response and flips the flaps of the box open. His eyes go wide.

“Oh my god, sugar!”

Inside is a tan Carhartt duck coat, the same one he has been ogling at for months. 

“Look inside the right pocket.”

You don’t have to see it to know what’s embroidered in the slick material. You’d stared at it for hours debating if it was too cheesy or if Joel would find it weird, but ultimately you had decided to do it. Now, you’re second guessing everything as you watch him shift the coat around in his lap to look where you had instructed him to.

His smile melts into a dopey grin when he gently opens the pocket.

“Oh, baby.”

In messy purple embroidery thread are the words, “the moment i knew”.

“What the fuck,” he lets out a huff of amusement, eyes soft and shiny.

You grab his hand and intertwine it with yours on your lap. “That day we met, y’know I didn’t know it at the time, but the moment I put my phone number in your pocket I knew this was gonna change me forever– you were gonna change me forever. I just thought I should memorialize it somehow, remind you how much I love you.”

“What the fuck?” He tugs on your hand and grabs your thigh, hoisting you into his lap. You can’t help the shriek that slips out of your mouth.

You’re straddling his hips, pressed close as he hooks his large hands around the bend of your knee and pulls you even tighter to his chest. His minty breath fans over your face.

“I love you,” he mutters, “You’re so thoughtful, baby. Thank you.”

You hum and give him a small peck on the lips, teeth clashing into his lightly because of the smiles on both of your faces.

He shakes his head. “No, seriously. Thank you for this whole day. You didn’ have to do all this.”

You gasp in mock exasperation, “Yes, I did! A boy only turns twenty-three once.”

He chuckles, giving your thighs a light squeeze, “I s'pose that’s true.”

“It is.” You emphasize your point with a light pat on his cheek.

His eyes search your face in a moment of quiet adoration. The smile on his lips makes his big, brown eyes squint around his crow’s feet.

It’s almost like you can’t help it, like the words spill out of your mouth before you can even think of them. “I love you.”

He presses his forehead against yours, “I love you too, sugar.”

✦ ✦ ✦

October 1995

Joel isn’t answering his phone. He was supposed to be here an hour ago to pick you up, but he isn’t answering his cell phone or his home phone. You’d left messages on his answering machine, but nothing. At this point, you’ve lost your reservations at the nice Italian restaurant that Joel had said he’d take you to and you were starting to get very worried.

What if Sarah was hurt? What if Joel was hurt? What if something happened to both of them?

Elaine was on a date with Robin and you had been ready for almost three hours now and you were anxious. It didn’t help that the brown, floral dress you had decided to wear tonight was a little tighter around your lungs than you had anticipated.

You needed to get out of this stupid claustrophobic dorm room.

So, in a dazed and anxious state, you scooped your heels off the ground, slipped them on your feet, and walked all the way to Joel’s apartment.

Your feet hurt and it’s sprinkling rain down onto your perfectly styled hair, but you don’t care. Something is wrong.

When you approach Joel’s door, you can hear screaming on the other side.

Fuck. You were about to walk into a murder.

You desperately shift around your purse for your key and jam it into the lock, letting yourself inside.

What you walk into is not a murder, but Joel holding and attempting to rock a screaming Sarah as she pounds her little fists into his shoulder. There are tears and snot streaming down her cheeks and nose, soaking into her pink and purple pajama dress.

You decide to pipe up. Despite the fact that this looks like a very vulnerable moment between the two, something is very wrong and you want to see if you can help, “Joel?”

His head whips to your voice and his eyebrows furrow for a second, before a look of recognition flashes across his face.

You can barely hear him over Sarah’s wails. “Oh no. Oh no! Our anniversary dinner! Baby, I am so, so sorry. I should’ve called you. I just haven’t been able to get Sarah to calm down and I guess I didn’ hear my phone ring and I am so sorry.”

You scrunch your nose at him, shaking your head, drops of water falling from your hair and onto your shoulders, “Don’t apologize. What’s going on?”

He closes his eyes and buries his head into Sarah’s shoulder with a heavy sigh, “She’s got the flu. Had to leave work to pick her up from school ‘cause she threw up. Took her to the doctor and he says she’s just got the flu and that it’ll go away in a few days, but she’s been hysterical ever since we got home.”

You close the door behind you and walk over to them determinedly, heels clicking on the hardwood flooring.

Running a hand down Sarah’s back reveals to you that she’s sweating so profusely that it’s soaking through and into the cotton material of her dress. Her muscles relax as your fingers glide down them and you begin to talk quietly in her ear as her sobs start to quiet slightly, “Hey Guppy, you sick?”

She nods, little lips molded into a deep pout.

“It hurts,” she hiccups and lets out another sob to emphasize her pain.

You rub at her shoulders, Joel still bouncing her slightly, “What hurts, baby?”

“My head,” she wails, pointing between her eyes with a shaking finger.

“Sinus headache,” you mutter to Joel, “You got decongestant medicine or a humidifier?”

He shakes his head shamefully. You can feel his guilt pouring out of his veins. He doesn’t have the materials to make her better, so he feels like a bad dad, which you know is utter bullshit.

“Keys?”

“For what, sugar?”

You give him a pointed look, “Gonna go get some stuff. I’ll be back. Just gotta borrow the truck.”

He starts to say your name, but you cut him off, “Keys.”

He gives in, because he’ll always give in for his girls. “My dresser.”

You nod at him and grab his keys, a fluffy pink keychain marking them as his. Sarah’s gift to him for his birthday last month that you had helped her pick out.

When you come back out, you kiss both of them on the sides of their heads and lay your temple on Joel’s. You watch his eyes flutter shut at the comfort of your closeness.

“While I’m gone, grab a washcloth from the bathroom and soak it in warm water, ring it out and then put it over her eyes and her nose. It should help with her discomfort and hopefully clear her sinuses up a little bit. If it starts to get cold, warm it up again.”

He nuzzles his temple against yours, “I’m sorry about our date. I could get Momma to come ov–”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I don’t care how we spend our anniversary as long as I get to be with you. It’s an added bonus that we’ve got Guppy to keep us company.”

You kiss her chubby cheek and she lets out a short breath through her tears.

Backing away from his touch, you bring a hand up to caress his cheek, “I’ll be back soon. Don’t forget about the washcloth.”

He nods, eyes still closed.

“I love you.”

You run your thumb over his rough and stubbled cheekbone, “I love you too.”

Driving the truck in heels is a nightmare, but you make it back to the dorm with no incidents, change into something more comfortable, and grab your humidifier from your closet– a college essential for your dry-as-fuck dorm room.

You run to the nearest store and grab some medicine you’re sure will help, some orange juice, a big can of chicken noodle soup, and a movie.

By the time you get back, Sarah is no longer screaming or crying. Joel is sitting on the couch with Sarah in his lap, the back of her head on his chest with a washcloth laying over her eyes and her nose, just like you had instructed him.

You can tell she’s awake because she’s humming along to the radio that echoes through the kitchen and into the living room, her little bare feet moving back and forth with the music.

When Joel hears you come in, he gently picks Sarah off his lap and lays her down on the couch. She doesn’t even utter a word as he does so, too tired from her screaming to put an effort into clinging to her dad.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

He takes the bags from your hands, sighs, and starts the small trek to the kitchen, “Got her to calm down and take some pain relief medicine. Washcloth really helped– thank you, sugar.”

“Something my grandma used to do. She eat dinner?”

He shakes his head, guilt taking over his features again. He shoves the paper bags onto the counter and drops his chin to his chest.

“Hey–” you grab his cheeks and guide his eyes back up to yours– “It’s not your fault. It’s not easy doing this stuff all on your own– that’s why I’m here.”

His beautiful eyes shine in the dim lighting of the dark yellow bulbs above you. He’s always been very emotionally vulnerable with you, but you can tell that in this moment, he’s holding himself back. You lean forward to give him a light peck on his chapped lips.

You bump your forehead into his and look at him cross-eyed because of how close you are. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He sighs, “’S hard not to blame myself.”

You nuzzle your forehead against his, “I know, baby. But, it’s not your fault she’s sick. Flu’s been going around the grade school, got a couple teacher-friends there that are sick too. It’s just hitting her hard. Not your fault.”

His broad shoulders sink down as he explains his guilt even further, “She never gets sick, ever. ‘S why I don’t have any medicine or anythin’.”

“Don’t worry about it, I got some stuff. Got some chicken noodle soup– comfort food. Got us a movie to watch too. Should hopefully distract her a little bit.”

He nods, making your head bob up and down with his.

“You’re amazing, did you know that?”

You push him away from you and roll your eyes playfully, “Whatever.”

He’s got that look on his face again– the guilt– but it’s gone before you can blink.

“I heat up the soup, you talk to her?”

You nod.

Walking back into the living room brings you the hilarious sight of Sarah with her legs up in the air, laying back on the couch, with the washcloth covering her face. You can see the outline of her tiny nose poking the cloth into a peak.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah,” she mumbles, voice slightly muffled by the washcloth over her nose.

“Guess what movie I got?

She mumbles something akin to “what?” and slowly crosses her arms.

“Casper.”

You giggle as you watch Sarah sling the washcloth off her face and throw it across the room, a tired smile taking up her tiny lips.

“Really?”

Nodding, you walk over to her and place the back of your hand on her forehead. Definitely still ridiculously hot. “Yeah, baby, but you gotta take some medicine and eat before we start the movie, okay?”

She nods back to you and holds her arms out for you to pick her up, which you do with no hesitation. She leaves a light kiss on your shoulder and lays her head in the same spot, like she was preparing your shoulder for landing.

You get some medicine in her, though she gags a little as the cherry syrup hits her tongue, despite your guidance to plug her nose. While you do this, Joel heats up the soup on the stove and divides it into three bowls– two white ceramic bowls and one smaller, plastic bowl with Strawberry Shortcake on the bottom.

She eats slowly, picking out the pieces of celery and spooning them into Joel’s bowl. He doesn’t say anything as she does this. All he does is pick up his spoon and eat all the pieces she gives to him. You eat in a comforting silence.

When you’re all done eating, you snuggle up on the couch, Sarah in between the two of you. Her left hand is dedicated to squeezing yours every few minutes and her right hand holds Joel’s with a fierce grip. Holding her hand is hot and sweaty, but you do it anyway.

It’s nearing the end of the movie and Joel is fast asleep, head lolling on the back of the couch, mouth wide open. You almost laugh, but you’re scared you’re going to wake him up. He’s always so exhausted. You’ll wait until after you get Sarah to bed.

She moves around a little before she speaks up, eyes half-lidded and looking up at you. Her clammy hand lays on top of yours.

“Momma, I’m tired.”

You freeze. Oh.

You have to shake this off. You cannot let her see what that word just did to you.

“Yeah, baby. Let’s go to bed.”

Standing up, you pick her tiny body up. Joel snores away on the couch, oblivious to the world around him. Joel, wake up.

She tucks her face into your neck and lets out a pitiful little sigh. Her fingers cling to your shirt.

You put her to bed in a haze. She’s asleep before you ever enter her room, but you stay to make sure she settles as you lay her down in her pink sheets. You grab your humidifier from the kitchen and turn it on in her room. You use the color button to make it light up pink.

You come back to the living room and Joel is still fast asleep. Joel, wake up.

You attempt to shake him awake.

“Joel, you gotta get up– I can’t carry you to bed,” you sigh exasperatedly.

He grumbles something you can’t understand, sighs, and snuggles further into the couch cushion behind him.

“God damn it,” you mutter, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes. It hurts, but it’s better than crying and you are not about to cry– especially not about what Sarah said. This is supposed to be a good thing. You just have to keep telling yourself that: this is a good thing.

“Joel–” you rustle his shoulder again– “You gotta get up, baby. You’re gonna hurt your back if you sleep out here.”

His chest rumbles with some gibberish about how he's “not ready yet,” and he bats an arm out at you to push you away.

You can feel the tears gathering in your eyes. No, no, no, this was not how tonight was supposed to go. You were supposed to just watch Casper and eat soup and go to sleep. You were not supposed to end the night with a panic attack.

“Fuck,” you whisper, sinking down to the floor next to his legs– back leaning on the couch. Your throat feels raw with the effort of keeping your emotions down.

A tear slips out and onto your cheek. No!

This is a good thing. This is a good thing. This is a good thing.

She’s going to hate you. You’re going to fuck this up and she’s going to hate you forever.

A sob wracks your body and up your throat. The bubble of emotions stuck there pops and the horrible sound tumbles out of your mouth.

You wrap your arms around your legs and pull them to your chest.

How could you do this to her? Make her think you were a good caretaker. Trick her into liking you enough to call you ‘mom’.

How could you do this to Joel? Manipulate him into letting you into their lives and fucking everything up for them.

You’re a horrible person.

You’re a horrible person.

You think you feel Joel stirring beside you, but you can’t face him, not after all you’ve done to him– will do to him.

Tears are soaking into your jeans and cooling your skin below them.

There’s more shuffling before Joel speaks up.

“Woah, woah, what’s wrong?”

You choke on your words, another sob falling from your lips, “I’m– I’m gonna fuck it up, Joel.”

“Fuck what up?” 

His fingers comb through your hair, like he knows you like, but you pull away.

“Everything. Sarah.”

“Woah–” you feel him slip down off the couch and onto the floor with you, shoulder to shoulder– “Where the hell did this come from?”

“She called me ‘momma’ while you were asleep… and I liked it.”

This is a good thing.

“Oh, baby. That’s amazing!”

This is a good thing.

“I know! I know!”

“Then, why are you crying, sugar?”

“I don’t deserve it. I’m not good enough.”

His hand hovers over your knee before it falls back onto his thigh. He understands that you don’t want to be touched right now.

“Now, where in the hell did you get an idea like that?”

You hesitate. This is going to be it. As soon as you say this, Joel isn’t going to want anything to do with you. You debate even saying it at all.

This is a good thing.

You have to.

“I– I spent my whole childhood being a burden– being an afterthought. I took care of myself. And ever since I met you, I haven’t felt like that. You like me. Sarah likes me. But–”

No. Don’t do it. Don’t say it.

“I’m a bad person, Joel. I’m selfish and standoffish and I talk too much and I have a bad habit of thinking the worst and some days I can’t get out of bed or feed myself or take a shower and I’m a horrible person and I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve Sarah thinking that highly of me ‘cause I’m not fit for this. I’m going to fuck her up and she’s going to spend the rest of her life like me because of me. I– I don’t want to do what my dad did to me to her.”

Joel is silent. You can’t see what he’s thinking because your head is still stuck between your bent thighs, but you can feel him breathing next to you where you’re connected at the shoulder.

Say something.

He shifts next to you, knee bumping into your calf. He sighs.

“I always look for the worst in people,” he starts, mumbling, “I’m too stubborn– I never let anyone help me with anythin’, if I can help it. Some days, I can’t get out of bed either and I forget to feed myself all the time– there are days that I’m living off coffee alone and I don’t even realize it. I spend every day fightin’ the way my dad raised me, so that I can be gentle and kind to my baby girl. There are rare days where I don’t win. Do you think I’m a horrible person for all that?”

Your head whips up to look at him and you splutter, “No! No, god no.”

It’s the first time you’re looking at him since you started panicking. He’s sitting criss-cross-applesauce with his hands fidgeting in his lap. He’s looking forward, eyes blurry with the same tears that are streaking down his cheeks.

“I remember the first time I held Sarah in my arms. She looked so small, so fragile. I thought: there’s no way that I’m not going to ruin her. I’ve always been a bit too rough around the edges. It’s taken me a long time to realize that being scared is a good thing– means you care about them, means you want them to be safe. You just gotta realize that it’s okay to fuck up sometimes. They’ll forgive you and you’ll learn from it.”

He clears his throat, taking a moment to think before he speaks again.

“You are the least selfish person I’ve ever known. In fact, you’re kind to a fault. You’re a human with feelings and sometimes they get in the way of functioning like other people want you to and that isn’t your fault.”

He turns to look at you and wipes his cheek with the back of his palm.

You’ve seen Joel cry before, but this time feels different– like something in the tiny universe you’ve made for yourselves is shifting.

“You’ve been through so much. The fact that you can function at all is a testament to how amazing you are. That’s my girlfriend you’re insultin’. I don’t let people talk shit ‘bout her ‘cause she’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

A laughing sob slips from your mouth and your tears start to fall even faster. You can barely see him through the blurry mess covering your vision.

“Sugar, Sarah adores you. She talks about you all the time when you aren’t here, beggin’ me to make you come back home, and when you are here, she wants to spend every minute with you. Sarah would not be givin’ you a second glance if she didn’t like you or didn’t want you to be in her life. And, I’ll admit, I like havin’ you around a whole lot.”

As your heartbeat slows, you can’t help the small smile that takes over your lips.

“I like me being around too.”

He nods once, wiping his cheek again, “Good. If I could help it, you’d be here everyday.”

You shake your head at him in amusement.

“I don’t think I’d mind that.”

“Well, I should hope so– you are the mother of my child.” An invitation.

You lay your head back onto your knees, still looking at him, smile never fading.

“Yea, I guess I am.” You accept.

He lets out a sigh of relief and offers you his hand.

“You wanna talk about it more, or do you just wanna go to bed, baby?”

You take his hand, intertwining your fingers. It feels so right– it always has. From that very first time your hand brushed his on that fateful day that you met, it has always felt like it was meant to be. It has always scared you– if you’re honest, it still does– but, you’re looking at him now and all you can think is that you’d be okay spending the rest of your life with this man. You don’t think you’d want to spend it with anyone else. And maybe that’s naive or stupid, you are only 21 after all, but damn it, if it’s not the truth.

You squeeze his hand.

“Bed, please.”

✦ ✦ ✦

March 1996

“Where is tu dulce?”

It’s a very rare day where Joel isn’t working and Sarah is at school. He told his mom that he wanted to get the apartment deep-cleaned; she came over with a bucket of cleaning supplies and a weirdly large mop.

“The high school. She’s got meetings with the teacher she works with.”

She doesn’t look at him as she wipes down the kitchen counters with a sopping washcloth. “She’s so busy. I never see her.”

He’s on the floor, chest-deep in the oven, scrubbing as much grime as he can. He did the dirty jobs, Momma did the detailed jobs. “Me neither, Ma.”

She hums.

They go back to their humming. She’s got the country radio on, some ballad by Tim McGraw is playing softly as they both hum along. It reminds him of his childhood– watching his mom and dad dance in the kitchen late at night when they thought he was asleep. It was the happiest he had ever seen his dad, the most carefree.

“Momma?”

“¿Sí, toro?”

He pushes himself out of the oven and wipes his hand on a rag he has wrapped around one of his belt loops, plopping down onto the tiled floor with a huff. She continues her task dutifully, expression relaxed.

“I wanna ask her to marry me.”

Her head whips around to him, hand stilling on the counter, “Oh!”

Anxiety scratches at his throat. He continues, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. She– well, Momma, she’s my best friend. I wanna spend the rest of my life with her.”

There’s a moment of silence between them. She stares at him with an almost crazed look in her eye. He’s scared of her not approving; he has always begged for his mother’s approval.

“And you’ve thought hard about this? Have you discussed this with her? Have you asked her if she wants to get married?”

He’s thirteen again, criss-cross-apple-sauce on the kitchen floor while his mom moves around the space, watching her dress twirl around her ankles. She lectures him about threatening Tommy’s bullies for the millionth time and he nods whenever she looks down at him with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah, Momma. Said she wanted to get married after graduation.”

She raises her eyebrows and gives him a pointed look, “You are both quite young.”

He squares his shoulders, straightening out his back. He knows this is what he wants to do. She will agree. He knows she will.

“We’ve been together a year and a half; she’s moving in with us at the end of the semester. I think it’s time.”

She lets the washcloth flop out of her hand so that she can cross her arms over her chest. “You’ve been married before, papi. That didn’t go very well.”

He rolls his eyes, “That was out of obligation. She didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

She breaks eye contact with him, toe tapping on the ground. “Well, clearly she did, or she wouldn't have left.”

“Momma.”

Her eyes trail back over to his, a mother’s force behind her gaze. “Papi.”

“She’s different.” Of this, he is sure. He’s always been sure about you.

“I know– I want you to be happy.”

He nods, “I know.”

She stares at him for a moment– eyebrows raised, arms crossed, toe tapping– before she speaks again, a sort of smug satisfaction taking over her features.

“Joel, you will give her my ring.”

Huh?

“Wh- what?”

Pointing one finger down at him, she smiles. “My ring. I want her to have it.”

The wedding band on his mother’s left ring finger was her mother’s before it was her’s. Joel’s maternal grandmother gave it to his dad the first time she had met him, insisting that he was the man for her daughter. Momma says it was fate, but Joel thinks maybe it was because she wasn’t married yet and her mother just wanted her out of the house. Whatever the case, Momma insisted that it was the most romantic gesture of all time. This ring is important to her– more important than Joel thinks he could ever really understand– but she wants to give it to you.

“Wait– are you sure?”

She grabs a dry dish towel off the counter and smacks him on the side of the head. It doesn’t hurt, maybe just his ego. “Do not question your mother.”

“Sorry, Momma.”

She lets out a proud “hmph”, and crosses her arms in front of her chest, towel dangling from her hand still– a silent threat.

“Thank you. That’ll mean a lot to her.”

That’s the understatement of the century. Joel knows how you feel about his mother– about mothers in general, but especially his own who has shown you motherly adoration that you never got for yourself. Essie is your mother, for all intents and purposes. This would mean the world to you.

She goes back to wiping the counters down with a newfound determination.

Joel pipes back up again, “Can I ask you somethin’?”

She brings the towel back down on the top of his head, without even giving him a glance. “Stupid question.”

“Sorry.”

She shakes her head at the counter and sighs, “Stop apologizing. Ask your question.”

“Should I ask her dad for permission?”

She pauses. Conflicting emotions flit over her face– confusion, then anger, then that same crazed look from earlier, and then nothing.

“Does she talk to him?”

Shaking his head, he replies, “No– can’t remember the last time she called him.”

She nods, decision made, “Then, no. The only people’s opinion that matters is hers and Sarah’s… and maybe her loud friend’s.”

He chuckles, “Elaine?”

“Yes, la pelirroja. She will have an opinion. She is very loud with her opinions.”

“Yes, she is,” he huffs, twirling the greasy rag in between his fingers. It coats his fingers in a black tar.

“I really love her.”

When he looks back to his mother, she’s looking down at him with a smile on her face.

“I know, papi.”

His vision flits to the rag, and back up to his mother again.

“I wanna make her happy.”

Her face softens, “You already do.”

He nods. He knows.

“When are you going to ask her?”

He shrugs. “I’m not sure.”Momma’s face lights up with what he can only describe as a girlish joy. “Oh, I have an idea.”

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[honeycumz]

ladies do it better

summary : robin makes you squirt and will not stop rubbing it in steve’s face causing a bet to arise.

pairing : poly!steve harrington x afab!reader x robin buckley

warnings : SMUT, nipple play, strap-on sex (robin x reader) squirting, threesome, a bet to see who can make reader squirt the most???

a/n : hi hi! this is my first ever fic and i hope y’all like it! eek please leave feedback and let me know what you think!!! i’m in love with robin & steve so when this came to my mind i had to write it :)

“Fuck robin don’t stop…” you moaned as she thrusted the bright pink dildo into your pussy at a relentless pace while her fingers occupied your clit and nipples

“You gonna cum for me pretty girl?” She teased as she continued to thrust into you

“Fuck yes!” You moaned just as you felt the bed dip by your head

“Open up for me sweetie.” Steve said as he placed his hand under your chin

“Good girl” he said as he slid his hard cock into your mouth causing you to moan around him

“What a little slut you are. Taking us both so well huh?” Robin teased as she continued to toy with your nipples

“Gonna cum” you mumbled around Steve’s cock

“Hold it.” Steve and Robin both demanded

“Cant” you muttered out to them as tears started to form in your eyes

“Come on pretty girl I know you can do it” Steve said as he wiped a tear from your eyes

“What a good girl…you can cum for me now.” Robin said after many more sloppy fast thrusts

As soon as you heard the word ‘cum’ your vision went black and all you could hear were Robin and Steve’s moans

“Holy fucking shit.”

“No way.”

As you opened your eyes and looked down you saw liquid all over robins lower stomach and soaking the sheets underneath both of you.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry.” You said as you covered your face in embarrassment

“Hey y/n don’t be embarrassed, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Robing said as she placed her hands on your arms

“Really?” You said in disbelief

“Yes! I can’t believe I made you squirt? Are you kidding?! This is the best day of my life!” Robin said with a huge smile on her face

“Technically the dildo made her squirt not you…” Steve said causing both you and Robin to turn your heads towards him

“Aw is little Stevie jealous that I made our girl squirt before he did?” Robin said as she gave Steve a sarcastic smile causing you to giggle

“Oh please I’m never jealous!” Steve said causing you and Robin to break out in laughter

“What?!?” Steve said staring at both of you like you were crazy

“Oh Steve! You sure are a special one.” Robin said as she stood up and patted his shoulder

“Come on babe let’s get you cleaned up.” Robin said as she reached a hand out for yours continuing your normal aftercare routine.

The three of you currently laid in bed watching some cartoon show on the tv while you slept peacefully between Robin and Steve.

“I’m never gonna stop bragging about this,you know that right?” Robin said to Steve as she rubbed your back

“Oh I know! That’s why my mission is to get her to squirt atleast twice in one night next time.” Steve said with a massive smirk on his face.

“Oh you’re on Harrington.” Robin said as she stuck her hand out waiting for Steve’s to meet hers confirming their bet.

“So on.” He said as he meet her outstretched hand

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hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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[bgyuus]

chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing. 

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*) 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go? 

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him. 

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. 

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy. 

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present! 

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life. 

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise. 

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?” 

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3 

[britany1997]

Hello friend! My birthday is on Thursday and I was wondering if it would be possible for a birthday request with me x Paul x Dwayne? Thank you so so much💛 I’ve also been loving your recent fics! Well wishes!!!

Celebration Collaboration

Hey friend! Hope you have an amazing birthday! Of course I can write this for you!!

(I usually try to post these the night before y’all’s actual birthday so you can enjoy it all day long on your birthday🥳) update: alt ending

Dwayne x Mick x Paul (she/they pronouns used)

Warnings: no actual smut but implied, spicy moments and references throughout

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Dwayne lifted the couch in the main cave alcove and glanced under it. Nothing.

He had already tore his room apart in his search and now that he’d turned the living room upside down, he had half a mind to dig through the other boys’ rooms as well.

Luckily Dwayne abandoned the idea when he caught sight of Paul strolling into the lobby.

Paul cringed at the wreckage of their living room, “whatcha doing bud? Remodeling?” Paul asked cautiously.

Dwayne glared at him, “I got her the the perfect gift for tonight, this amazing set of watercolors and some colored pencils,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “and I got them ages ago so I wouldn’t be shopping last minute.”

Paul beamed, “that’s great man! What’s the problem?”

Dwayne groaned, “I can’t remember where I hid them.” He sighed, “and the art store’s already closed for today, I can’t even buy new ones!”

Paul sucked in a breath, “sorry bud, that sucks. I’ll let you sign your name onto my gift though,” he proposed shooting Dwayne finger guns.

“Ok well what’d you get them?” Dwayne asked.

“Come into my office,” Paul motioned for Dwayne to follow him as he sped into his room.

Paul smirked as he bent down and dug around under his bed before pulling out a box. He opened the box and pulled out a lacy piece of lingerie by its straps. “Nice right?” Paul nudged Dwayne while wiggling his eyebrows.

Dwayne held his head in his hands and sighed. “Is that for her or is that for you?” He asked with eyebrow raised.

Paul shrugged, “I don’t see why it can’t be both.”

“No no no, you’re not doing that,” Dwayne sighed, “now we have nothing.”

“Maybe not!” Paul exclaimed, “I wrote a poem for them too!”

“Alright let me see it then,” Dwayne replied cautiously.

Paul crawled under his bed again, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he searched for the poem. Once he found it, he placed the folded piece of paper in Dwayne’s hand.

Dwayne unfolded the poem and began to read aloud. “Roses are red / violets are blue / being with you is perfect / I can’t believe my luck, / after this I’d like to take you home / for a birthday-” Dwayne crumpled up the poem, “no.”

Paul’s jaw dropped in exasperation, “this is my best stuff dude, you should have seen the six I wrote before I came up with that one.”

“Dude, why’d you even say ‘roses are red, violets are blue,’ you didn’t even rhyme it with anything.” Dwayne asked.

Paul shot him a look of disbelief, “you’re supposed to put that in every poem,” paul shook his head, “man I thought you were the smart one.”

Dwayne pinched the bridge of his nose, “oh god, what are we gonna do”

Paul’s face twisted as he thought, “I might have an idea…”

You shimmied down the ladder into the main alcove of the cave, where you were immediately pulled into a tight hug by your favorite blond vampire.

“Happy birthday baby!” Paul exclaimed as he peppered sloppy kisses all over your face.

You giggled as he pressed his lips to your lips and cheeks again and again.

Eventually he pulled away to pass you off to your other boyfriend.

“Happy birthday my love,” Dwayne said as he took your hand in his to kiss it softly, “you look amazing, you always do.”

You blushed, Dwayne always had a way of making your skin crawl in the best way possible.

“Thank you baby,” you whispered as you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for a romantic kiss.

He smiled into the kiss as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

Paul cleared his throat to garner your attention.

You smirked at him, “feeling left out Paulie?” You teased.

He returned your smirk, “you know I’m happiest with my hands full babe,” he said while pulling you out of Dwayne’s arms and into his own.

Dwayne rolled his eyes but smiled at Paul’s antics. He fished around in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a little wrapped box.

Your eyebrows raised in curiosity as you turned to face Dwayne, still wrapped in Paul’s arms, and he placed the box in your hands.

Dwayne blushed, “we um…we have something for you,” he told you nervously, “it’s not much, but we hope you like it.”

You smiled as you pulled at the ribbon holding the box together. Once unwrapped, you opened the box to reveal a handmade coupon book.

Dwayne bit his lip as he watched you flip through it.

“One coupon for a quiet night in watching movies, one coupon for a spot at the barricade at a concert of my choosing, one coupon for breakfast in bed…” you read aloud, “you guys made this? For me?”

“Yeah babe,” Paul kissed your cheek, “do you like it?”

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes, “I love it,” you assured them.

Dwayne peered at the book over your shoulder, “You can redeem them to any one of us, or both,” he explained, “like I can take you out for a joyride on my bike if you want.”

“And I can spend a quiet night in with you!” Paul chimed in, “I may have to smoke a little to calm myself down first, but I can totally do it babe.”

“This is the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received, it’s perfect,” you told them as you pulled them into a group hug.

After you pulled away, you continued to flip through the coupons until you found one that caught your eye.

“Coupon for a threesome,” you laughed, “oh look, this one says unlimited uses.”

Paul winked at you while Dwayne held his head in his hands. “I knew I should’ve proof read the ones Paul wrote,” he groaned.

You tore the coupon from the book and handed it to Paul with a smirk on your face, “can I redeem this one now?” You asked.

Paul’s eyes widened and he threw you over his shoulder, “hell. yes.” he said, walking towards his room as Dwayne followed closely behind.

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Hot tub cockwarming

Pairing: Bang Chanx Reader  Genre: Smut Word count:1,110  Warnings: Public Sex, Cock warming, cursing, getting caught    Authors note: I swore i would never write a Chan fic cause there’s like 20 new Chan fics posted every day but ii’ve become a bit obsessed with him don’t talk to me about it. I’m working on another Chan fic right now too so i’m in little deep 

The boys have been home from tour for about a few weeks and in an effort to get everyone  back together Chan and you decided to host a pool party and bbq night at your house. After the boys had eaten everything in sight and played in the sun all day, the night approached fast and all 9 of you found yourselves in the hot tub as the moon sat high in the sky with drinks in your hands. The boys told stories to you about where they had gone, the people they had met and the funniest things fans said to them. While they were conversing with each other Chan leaned down to your ear while snaking is arm around the bottom of your back whispering, “thank you for this baby”

You looked up at his soft yet rugged face placing your hand on his soft chin and lightly kissed his soft lips, “anything for you.”

You two started to have your own conversation quietly. Chan has told you how much he’d missed you, missed your lips, the touch of your skin, being in you. When he said that an idea came to mind, you had remembered reading this fan smut somewhere about something called “cockwarming” and this could be the perfect setting to try it. The water was bubbling so thickly you couldn’t see below its surface and everyone was already so close to each other no one would think anything about you on Chan’s lap.

You leaned into his ear “have you heard of cockwarming” he blushed a bit and shook his head yes. He took your hand and placed it in his shorts so you could rub him a few times so he was hard enough, when he let out a low moan, that he played off as a cough, you knew he was hard enough. You go to sit on his lap while he pulls himself out of his shorts and pulls the bit of your bikini aside and slides himself in. You hold your breath so as not to give anything away. You feel him lean his head against your back and you can tell he wasn’t hiding it in his face very well when Felix spoke up “Chan mate, you feeling okay?” Which led to the remaining people in the tub to look your way.

Chan responded, trying not to stutter, “ya I’m good I just got a slight cramp in my calf” thankfully everyone bought it and continued talking.

You slid the rest of the way down your back now flesh with Chan’s chest and the night continued. You got worried every time someone looked at you two, that they might see but honestly it just added to the excitement of it all. Chan was telling us about how when he had met a fan they just said “hey daddy” and he got so flustered he didn’t know what to do and as he told the story he still blushed. The boys laughed about it and talked about how there were a lot of fans who referred to Chan in the matter.

“Is that so?” you said turning your head to look at his eyes. Soon enough the boys started going inside to change into dry clothes and it was just Chan and you left, I.N peeked outside “are y’all coming inside? We’re gonna start a movie.” Chan was kissing the back of your neck so you responded “We’ll be in in a minute, just don’t wait up for us” and I.N knew exactly what that meant. As soon as she was no longer in sight Chan took your hand and put it on your stomach and you shivered at what you felt.

“Do you feel that baby? That’s me inside you.” you let out a small moan feeling Chan’s hard cock nestled so far in you.

“Channie, please can you fuck me now?” Without hesitation he removed himself, you immediately felt empty. He turned you around placing you between his legs and kissing you while he grabbed both sides of your face.

You broke it “As much as I want this to be as long as we can we kinda have to be fast we have guests inside.”

“Oh fuck them, daddy wants his princess.” You loved it when he was like this but we did have guests.

“Chan,” he looked at you, “Daddy, I’m serious, we have to be fast.” you said rubbing his shoulders.

“Fine princess but I wanna take you from behind.” you put yourself against the wall and set your knees on the stone bench under the water. His hand lands on your ass and he unties the sides to your bikini, you see them start to float beside you and you’re anxious to have him in you again.

“God princess you’re beautiful.”

“Daddy fuck me, please.”

He rubs his hands together “with pleasure baby”

He puts himself in you and you can’t help but moan rather loudly, “Princess we do have guests.”

He thrusts into you the warm water splashing and adding resistance to his hips making him work for his high. It isn’t much longer till you're close enough to your high, your walls start to clinch around Chan’s hard cock “daddy, I’m close” you whine out to him.

His thrusts start to get sloppy as he says “cum for me my princess” and just before you let go you hear the sliding door open and you lock eyes with Changbin as you scream whisper “fuck yes daddy right there!”

You couldn’t hold it back as the ecstasy waved over you and you felt Chan hit his high. You couldn’t leave Changbins eyes as your face contorted during different stages of your high. He looked embarrassed but he couldn’t move. You finally got through it and laid your head on Chan's shoulder.  When you looked back up he was gone. You start to lightly laugh, Chan sat next to you handing you your bottoms “Changbin came outside.”

He looked at you sideways as if to ask when “when I was cumming” you told him finishing the knot on your bottoms.

“God lucky someone saw that, you look the most beautiful when you come undone on my cock.” He kissed your check but you slapped his shoulder “Chan, that’s your best friend I don’t want him seeing me like that.”

“Okay princess I’m sorry, I’m just saying don’t blame him for staring when you’re just so damn gorgeous.” And then he smiled that sweet sweet smile and we headed inside where we were guaranteed awkward looks from Changbin and light teasing from the rest.