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[whimsicalcotton]

husky big enough to eat me sitting there staring with the saddest wettest eyes i've ever seen & crying like a forlorn widow at the cliffside

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐼𝒩 𝒜 𝑅𝒰𝒯 ؛ 𝓀𝑒𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒾

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ forced breeding ﾉ forced pregnancy ﾉ clit spanking ﾉ creampie ﾉ misogyny ﾉ rut ﾉ baby trapping ﾉ feral keigo ﾉ piss ﾉ marking ﾉ profanity

Keigo’s bigger, softer around the edges but still with that slight cut of pristine muscle lining his torso and limbs. His wings thicken, puffy with a fat down blanketing them with gentle red bristles.

Sweaty too. He doesn’t want to wear any clothes. Granted, he says that all the time. But now it’s not just a want, it’s a need. A priority. He doesn’t feel fit to carry out his primitive desires when he’s being held back and restrained by all that stupid cotton and leather. He needs to be free, needs to let his manhood breathe. Otherwise how could he possibly carry out his responsibility as a daddy? That’s right, he couldn’t.

You leave him to his ludicrous antics of digging out nests in your bed. Making a fine art of curling every blanket, quilt and pillow in the house into a cushty barricaded circle atop your mattress, slapping at the cuddly pile of fabric with an almost crazed look, claiming that your “eggs” are going to be so warm and safe there. Or otherwise scenting you, rubbing his damp neck and hair all over your body, starting off with a gentle kiss to your temple, before sliding down your torso to rub his palms against that little pouch of flesh he knows he’s going to put his babies in, eventually.

Keigo doesn’t like the fact that you still insist on walking around the house fully clothed. He doesn’t, so why do you need to? You’re his mate, his wife, his other half. He knows it’s time to procreate, so why don’t you?

He follows you around the house on another one of your cleaning sprees. His nose wrinkles at the acrid scent of chemicals and lemon in the air, scratching at his throat and burning his sensitive nostrils as you continue to wipe the surfaces and spray away the scent of masculine sweat he worked so hard on drowning the house in. Do you really want another male entering his territory?

There’s only the slightest ring of yellow encircling his otherwise blown pupils. He tunes out after the first 10 seconds of your ranting and scolding. Something about how nobody’s going to “steal you away” if he doesn’t piss on the front door. Yeah, we’ll see about that, he scoffs to nobody but himself, plucking a bent feather from his rugged cape of crimson to flick and mould it back to shape, flicking at the fibrous hairs.

“Keigo, are you even listening to me?” You clap your hands in his face, attempting to garner his attention. “Hello?”

He doesn’t like that one bit, the flailed movements seeming all to similar to an opposing threat, a predator. He blinks away the carnal instinct to rip your arms out of their sockets and puncture your skull with his teeth. “Yes.”

“Well, it doesn’t fucking look like it. Can you repeat any of what I just said?”

“Stop pissing outside.”

“And what else?”

“And on the door.”

Glowing ember’s narrow as you huff, massaging your temples as you begin to pace, stomping about the kitchen with a cloth and spray bottle in hand.

He shudders at the sharp hiss of the pump, spitting at the granite counter and washing away his mark.

“Baby..” He draws closer, wings twitching at the irritating squeak of polished marble. Two large hands, both streaked with thick prominent veins clasp your waist in an attempt to bring your rear closer towards his erect, naked member.

“No, Keigo. Not right now, I’m busy.”

An elbow jabs at his ribs as you continue to scrub away at the surface, leaning over the edge with the pudgy mound of your pussy swaying against his cock and balls with a tantalising momentum.

Before you know it, the bottle is yanked out of your hand and chucked against the wall. The towel clutched between your fingers meets the same fate, ripped in two by a set of talons and left in shreds on the floor.

“Keigo!” You shriek, already pushing against him as he grips you by the neck. “Get off! What’s wrong with you!”

It’s a rhetorical question, and one he has no interest in answering anyway. Too busy with pulling the silk of your pyjama pants down to your toes, along with those stupidly skinny pieces of sheer string you seem to think pass as underwear. He can already see globs of slick bubbling along the apex of your pussy hole. He grins at the sight, running a bent knuckle through the valley of your puffy folds. At least your body knows what it was made for.

“Keigo, stop!” There’s a hint of panic in your voice, squirming as he squeezes the delicate tendons holding your spine in place. Holding you by the scruff as though you were a bad puppy.

He sighs, flecks of spit flying from his mouth in his crazed revolution. His wings extend behind him as he clutches his throbbing shaft in his palm, swirling and bathing the velvety tip in your cunny juice. “I’m sorry, chickadee. But this is just how it is in the real word.” There’s a solemn silence, a heavy seriousness to the air as though he wasn’t rubbing his pulsating slit against your clit, collecting its oozing wetness for an easier turn of events. “You gotta’ take what you want. Gotta’ just fuck it out. Otherwise, we’d go extinct.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Wouldn’t we, honey bun?”

“Ngh — !” The edge of the counter jabs at your hip bones, rolling on delicate skin that’s sure to be bruised after the ordeal. Your waist bucks as he smacks his swollen tip against your nervous bud.

“Mmh, this is what you wanted.” He repeats the motion, flicking his wrist faster and faster until his spanking becomes rhythmic, slapping the sluggish weight of his member up and down on your pussy. It’s a strategic move on his part, torturing your poor sensitive clitty so you’ll be all that more grateful when he moves on to the main course. “Oh yeah? You like that?” He coos as your back hunches, unsure as to whether you’re trying to curl into the pleasure or away from the pain.

After collecting a sufficient amount of lubrication, he does the same, practically clambering onto the counter with your spine arched in his hands as though he were some type of feral beast or savage hound, hung and ready to fuck and breed his bitch. He squats over your quaking form, shoving you along the smooth surface until his drooling dick nestles itself neatly between the cleft of your asscheeks, bobbing against your scared twat with his tensed ball-sack swinging closely behind.

It’s a wildly contorted position, but one Keigo insists on nonetheless.

“Agh, I’ve been waiting for this.” He grunts. “I’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long, and you just wouldn’t let me fuckin’ have it.” Pulling and tugging on your swollen labia, he separate your sticky little slit until all that’s left to shield you is the tense ring of muscle defending your hole. “Well, that’s fine by me chickadee.” He slips inside with a breathy chuckle, giggling and chortling to himself even as you yelp in pain. “I’ll just do it myself.”

It’s fast paced with an ill rhythm. There’s no love or care to be felt in his thrusts, just cruel harsh punishment, a means to an end until Keigo gets to pump his babies into your precious womb, fill you with his chicks so you can finally be a family. A proper family.

“Agh, and we can do Christmas, and Halloween, and go to the beach.” The thought is almost arousing to him, motivating him into humping your rear faster. “Won’t that be fun, little bird?”

He can be sure you’re crying, or at least close to it. He pays your silent tears no mind, blaming it on the excitement of your new life taking will.

“Kei, please! I told you, I’m not ready!” You arch your neck to plead with him.

His smile falters, twisting into something much more sinister and lecherous. He clamps a palm over the back of your skull and turns you back to the wall, facing your pitiful expression away from him. “You don’t need to be ready. I’ll do everything for you.” A calm hiss meets yours ear. “All you need to do, is lay back and take it.”

He digs into your stomach, smashing your insides to pieces as you lay paralysed beneath him. Cold marble presses against your forehead, cooling your fever as Keigo claps into you from above, a heavy set of hung balls knocking against you.

“Keigo!” You chant his name, broken as you wail out a string of pained moans.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.” Keigo practically howls. “Let’s be animals baby!”

The domes of his knees crash down either side of you, evidence of his newly contorted position as he ruts into your cunt, foaming at the mouth where his teeth grind. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna’ breed this pretty muff full ‘a seed.”

“Keigo, no!”

Funny you seem to think you’re still in charge. After this, you’re never gonna be empty again. He’s gonna stuff you one kid after another and as many as it takes until you become his cute little housewife. The kind that only cooks and cleans and looks after his babies while he’s out working and providing. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together sweet pea.

Keigo belts with laughter as you scream, thrashing and jerking beneath him as he spurts, spraying his seed deep inside your belly and then some. He slips out halfway, looking down to admire the ring of white sewing your gummy crevice together. “Mmh, now that’s what I’m talking about..”

[diwtara]

Sanjis love life can be summed up as a series of one night stands.

Thats never the way he wanted it to be though

He dreams of love, of a real connection, of building a home.

But it seems everytime he finds someone, all they want to do is fall into bed with him, then ghost.

He would almost convince himself that hes just bad at sex, but sometimes one of his ex's will text him, make it clear theyre not looking for anything serious just another 'fun night'.

So hes not a bad lover, just unlovable

He hates himself for everytime he agrees to meet back up with one of them. Eventually, when being seen as no more than a warm body begins to wear him down, when it begins to hurt to much to continue on, he will block that persons number, vow not to fall back into such a self destructive pattern.

Until he does.

Over and over.

When he meets Luffy and his friends, well, its not the type of love Sanji has always been searching for, but with them theres a connection and its real.

And from Luffy, Sanji meets Zoro. Their friendship may be unusual, but its there. Its there with their shared looks of exasperation at Luffys antics, its there through their bickering, its there in their shared silences.

Until Zoro goes and asks him out.

Sanji is pre-emptively hurt by this. He thought they got along -in their own unique way- but now he knows Zoros just going to be another person to take a tumble in his sheets, then forget about Sanji entirely. Maybe take all their other friends with him when he leaves.

Still, Sanji says yes. As painful as it will end, as it always ends, Sanji knows he wont ever get what he longs for if he doesnt grasp at any chance hes shown.

They go on a few dates. Zoro is not the most romantic person by any standard. But they have fun, they talk, they get lost, they get to know each other.

Its the fourth or fifth date when after walking Sanji home Zoro says goodnight, makes a face, darts in to smush their lips together, says 'goodnight' again and takes off at a brisk pace. It leaves Sanji standing stunned for a good minute. When he wraps his head around their first kiss he cant help but laugh fondly over how adorable and awkward Zoro can apparently be.

Its a few more dates after that when Sanji starts to get antsy. Zoro has never pushed for more, theyve only shared a few chaste kisses, but Sanji knows. He knows either he sleeps with Zoro and he loses him. Or he doesnt sleep with him, Zoro gets bored and Sanji loses him.

So after their next date Sanji brings him home. Bring Zoro to his room.

Its intense.

Zoro watches him, studies what Sanji likes. Makes himself vulnerable too.

Sanji has never had sex like it before, cant imagine having an experience like it with anyone else.

And in the morning Zoros still there. Snoring away beside him.

Sanji knows that that doesnt have to mean anything.

He cooks breakfast and Zoro wanders into the kitchen half asleep. But Sanji knows, once Zoro has some food, once hes a little more awake, the man will leave.

But he doesnt.

They spend half the day together, Sanji spending it in a confused daze.

They go out on more dates.

Zoro holds his hand in public.

Presses a kiss to Sanjis temple and only waves off their friends teasing when he does.

Its the morning after the third time they spend a night together when Sanji finally breaks down.

The early morning light is soft through his curtains. Zoro is snoring spread out beside him, and Sanji, sitting up, starring at him, bursts into tears.

Zoro wakes up confused, tries to ask whats wrong, but Sanji is sobbing too hard to explain. Not that Sanji would even know what to say.

So Zoro wraps his arms around him, pulls Sanji in close. Rubs soothing circles on his back and tells him "I've got you. I've got you."

And thats when it hits him.

Thats when Sanji knows; Zoros planning on staying

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Thinking bout free use w/ Wooyoung

WARNINGS : dom!woo, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, pussy slapping, degradation, somnophilia, spanking (yk I'm never gonna miss this), dacryphilia, mean woo, husband! Woo in one scenario, oral, fingering, riding.

WORD COUNT : 1k-ish

Just the thought of free use with woo makes my mind go brr like-

♡FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED♡

[NSFW UNDER CUT]

Free use with Wooyoung where his hands slide down your sleepy body, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth at the sight of your body dressed in nothing but his white t-shirt. He glides up your shirt, revealing the sight of your bare ass to him as you had slept on your stomach. He isn't very shocked by the absence of your panties but his dick surely gets harder at the sight.

His thumb slips in between your inner thigh, directly pressing down on your hole. The action makes you moan in your sleep and you try to wriggle your hips out of his grip, but you were too sleepy to actually get away from him. And Wooyoung took all the advantage of that fact.

His thumb which pressed down at your hole now rubbed harsh circles over it. Wooyoung was quite surprised at how you weren't awake by now, while wetness seeped out of you quickly.

Without another thought, he flips you into your back, rapidly pulling you out of your dream. You can barely get your mind out of the haziness when his fingers rub your clit like his life depended on it. Your legs immediately try to close around his hand only for him to slap your clit. You cry out in pain and pleasure, your hands already looking to hold onto his arm. Wetness seeps out of you at his harsh touch, "Woo- aah" You try to get words out of you but all you could do was let out pathetic moans. Wooyoung's middle finger slips in and out of you out of the blue, thrusting at a fast pace.

Your back arches off the bed, your legs closing around his hand due to the pleasure. "Daddy- hnngh- gonna cum" Just as you utter out those words, he retracts his hand from in between your thighs. You unconsciously let out a pathetic cry at that, "no no no, daddy please-"

Your words get caught in your throat and choked sob escapes you when his hand lands a sharp slap onto your clit. "Barely awake and look at you begging to cum like a slut, fucking pathetic"

Free use with Wooyoung where he comes home after a long day of practice and finds you in the kitchen, with bright images of making out scenes playing on your phone screen. Someone would confuse it with porn, especially with the way you had completely paused your cooking and stood there, rubbing your thighs together slightly, mouth agape at the way the actors moved their bodies over each other.

Wooyoung tchs behind you, walking closer to stop right behind your back. His semi-hard dick poking at your cheeks, while his arms find home around your waist, trapping you against his chest.

And before you know it his hands push you down onto the kitchen counter, holding your neck in a tight grip in one hand while his other caresses your hip.

"Is this what my baby has been doing all the time when I thought she just wants to be a good wife and cook me a lovely meal?"

He whispers into your ear, his low whispers sending your brain into a frenzy. "No! I was just-" Before you could get any excuse, his hands slide your shorts down before sneaking between your thighs. "Shhh baby, lemme make you feel good yea? How about you just looking pretty and moaning for me instead of your useless excuses?"

And soon he finds himself down on his knees, his nose pressing down against your hole while his tongue lapped on your clit furiously. His hands spread your cheeks, giving himself more access to abuse your cunt with tongue. You desperately try to hold on to the other end of the kitchen counter, while your knees bucked up threatening to give out.

Noticing that Wooyoung grips your thighs and places them on his shoulder in a weird posture, almost suffocating himself between your thighs. Just the way he liked it.

Free use with Wooyoung where he has you curled up on his lap while he plays games, and out of nowhere he's moving away from the desk, waking you up from your slumber. His hands meet your hips to make you grind down on him harshly. He moves the oversized shirt you were wearing out of his sight to reveal your panties. "W-what are you doing?"

He nuzzles his nose into your neck once he finally settles his fingers inside you after moving your panties out of the way. "Mhm just wanted to feel you clench around my fingers my pretty baby, how about you go back to sleep while I make you cum?"

Well obviously he wasn't serious, how could you ever get a wink of sleep with his thick fingers plunged deep inside you while you clenched unintentionally around his fingers. "Gosh I just want to be inside you right now"

And before you know it, his hands are gripping your hips ever so harshly almost leaving behind fingerprints. All while he bounces you down onto his cock, "Aww I'm so sorry for waking my baby up." And you could clearly see there wasn't a single ounce of guilt in the man, while buckled up into you at an animalistic pace.

Free use with Wooyoung where he slowly parts your legs while you try to stay focused on the movie you had been watching with him. But soon whimpers filled the room as his fingers teased your bare clit, your shorts and panties discarded onto the floor. "Mhm How's the movie baby? You like it?" You could barely manage to think straight from your giddy brain while his fingers pistoned in and out of you.

But a harsh slap to your ass has you scrambling to get your mind straight to answer him. "Y-Yes daddy!"

Your voice comes out almost high pitched and Wooyoung can't help but smirk at how sensitive you were for him always, no matter at what time of the day he touches your body like he owned it. Well he did.

[rkvriki]

domestic moments with them

im back HA. ngl this has been on my drafts for longer than i would like to admit but anyways. enhas new tour how are we feeling :/ ugh. hope you enjoy this!!!!

make sure to leave feedback! my requests are closed and my talk box is always open so lets talk!

WARNINGS ! mentions of food? playful arguing in heeseungs; non-sexual bath in sunoo's, i think that all!

word count: 1.3k

LEE HEESEUNG ! – game nights

we all know heeseung loves gaming and obviously he would love it if you were keen on it as well and if you weren’t he would try to slowly introduce you to it. he would be all excited when he got a free day to spend with you. he hits you up with texts to tell you he’s coming over and before you know it he’s by your door with his hands full of your favourite snacks and sodas. you would set blankets and pillows up on the floor so you could both sit comfortably while playing. heeseung tried not to be competitive with you when you both started dating but after you were together for a while he would get all worked up with you. if you were playing 1v1 against each other he would do anything to win and if he lost he would be so pouty. if you were playing online he would be screaming orders at you making you scream back at him. in the end you both ended up cuddling while eating the rest of the snacks and would laugh at both of your previous behaviors. 

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG ! – cooking together

if i’m not wrong this is probably the second time i write about this and i will never shut up about it!  jay loves cooking and he loved cooking, especially for you even more. so when you join him in his favourite hobby he is so happy. he would cook the main course while you would bake some dessert for you two. both of you would be busy, most of the time in silence only exchanging a few words while easy-listening tunes played from his speaker in the background. while he let something cook he would sneakily come behind you and hug you, his arms circling your waist, making you turn your head around to leave a kiss on his lips. the kitchen would be filled with the comforting smell of food, making both of your stomachs grumble in hunger. after everything was done you would decorate the dining table with candles and your best cutlery, while jay would plate the food neatly. you two would have a candlelit dinner, talking and laughing with each other, something you both treasured so much since these moments were rare due to jay’s career.

SIM JAEYUN ! – breakfast in bed

jake isn’t really an early bird and it’s rare for him to wake up early but sometimes when he does, he’ll sneakily walk to the kitchen to prepare you some good breakfast or brunch. he’ll try his best to cook for you even though he’s not the best cook in the world. the only things being heard in the kitchen would be the sizzling of the pan and his silent curses when he burns himself. the smell of bacon and pancakes would fill your small kitchen. he would be pacing back and forth looking for all kinds of ingredients in your counters and drawers. jake would prepare you such fancy coffee adding all kinds of toppings and adding things to give the drink some extra flavour. he would put everything nicely on a tray and would carefully walk to the bedroom, trying to keep everything from falling. you were already awake when jake came in smiling fondly at you, seeing you rub the sleep of your eyes. you both would eat silently on the bed as the sun hit right on your window.

PARK SUNGHOON ! – dancing in the living room

this one is just me projecting my own fantasies. sunghoon would be on his day off and whats better than spending it with you whom he missed so much? you two would be in your living room, just talking about random topics, laughing with each other, but it was mostly you updating him on the latest gossips from work colleagues. you had ordered some snacks and they were all almost gone. you both started complaining about still being hungry so you grabbed your phone to order more. before putting your phone down you got up to turn your speaker on and connected it to your phone. soft jazzy tunes started sounding in the room, changing the room's atmosphere to a more romantic one. you turned to look at sunghoon and extended your hand to him, making him laugh at you but hold it nonetheless as he got you. you wrapped your arms around his neck and you both started swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the music. you laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he ran his hands up and down your back.

KIM SUNOO ! – bubble bath

self-care is a must for both you and sunoo. starting with skincare. you wouldn’t even need to buy any because, oh! did sunoo buy something for him? don’t worry, he got two of it so he could give you one. you would have a whole shelf full of products, almost full to the brim. every time sunoo and you had a sleepover you would always do full self-care, watching movies with face masks type of thing. but when you were both feeling a little extra you both would do everything to turn your bathroom in a full spa room. candles of all scents would be lit on each corner of the bathtub. bath bombs already spreading in the warm water along with flower petals you neatly scattered in there. you both put face masks on your faces before grabbing some fancy drink (wine) and getting in the water on opposite sidea. you both would sigh in unison, feeling your bodies relax under the warmth embracing both of you.

YANG JUNGWON ! – pottery at home

i can’t stop thinking about jungwon’s vlog. the first time he saw you after making some pottery he was so happy to tell you about it and you both agreed to try and do it at home one day. so one day jungwon came over to your house with a bag full of cheap kid’s paint and clay. you both put old sheets on the floor to avoid staining it and put an old kitchen towel on the table. after putting on some old clothes you both started playing around with the clay. soon enough your table was a mess full of brown water, stained from the clay. both of your faces dirty with dry clay from both of you rubbing it in each other’s faces. none of you had done a single useful thing out of it, multiple things in weird shapes were laid out on your table. every time any of you made something you would show it to the other laughing at the lack of skill put in the piece of art. even though jungwon tried to follow the rules he had when he went to do pottery professionally he gave it all and ended up just playing around with you.

 NISHIMURA RIKI ! – picnics at home

time alone with you is one of the most precious things for ni-ki. it’s so rare for him to have the smallest amount of time with you so he tries to make every minute of his day off with you enjoyable. but as we all know it’s complicated for you to have outdoor dates and you both have expressed your desire to go on a picnic together near the river, but it all stays wistful wishes that need to be postponed for a far future. so you and ni-ki stick with your at-home dates that you love more than anything. you both would take everything that was placed in the centre of your living room and you would decorate it with checkered picnic blankets and place vases and plants around just for the sake of it. you would even prepare a little basket with all the food you made for both of you. you two would enjoy it so much, both of your hearts filled with warmth as you enjoyed each other's company.

[loveemii]

𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐉𝐨𝐛

warnings: bj, moaning, curse words on ino’s part, etc.

- enjoy \(^o^)/ ꨄ

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𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐:

it was around 11 pm when tanjiro came back home from his mission, he opened the door and sighed of tiredness. turning his back and closing the door, he closed his eyes for a minute while he rested himself leaning on the door.

you had just came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body, wet hair making droplets on the floor as you walked over to see your boyfriend.

“Hey Tanjiro! Your back, and umm, you seem, uh. Tired. How about I run you a warm bath before you lay down?”

a warming smile was plastered onto your face at the sight of tanjiro, he just shook his head and slowly opened his eyes darting them towards you in a lustful manor.

this was enough to make you blush and get a little nervous, looking down at tanjiro there was a huge bulge in his pants. you looked up at him with a somewhat shocked face turned into a cheeky one.

you dropped the towel that was covering your naked body and kneeled down on it with both knees, undoing his uniform belt and dropping his pants to the ground leaving him with his boxers left dividing you from his hard throbbing penis.

tanjiro sighed with a whine as you removed his boxers and placed your tongue over the tip of his cock. swirling it around the shaft then putting your mouth deeper over his length. bobbing your head back and forth keeping a slow yet steady pace was enough to have him rocking his hips making his dick go deeper into your mouth.

“M-mm~ Y/n-”

his hard wet penis fucking into your mouth as you gagged on it a few times had him over the edge about to cum. arching your back he stared at your ass in front of him as he looked at your mouth around his cock was just about to get him off when you held his left hand with your right. he held your right hand with his left and squeezed it as he came inside your mouth.

“Tch- mm~”

removing your mouth you looked up at him who was blushing like crazy, cum on the side of your lip he kissed you with a string of saliva connecting your lips.

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𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂:

coming through the door was an annoyed and angry boyfriend, your eyes watched him in shock as he kind of slammed the door closing it shut.

as he sat on the couch kicking his feet up on the small table in front of him you went over and sat down next to him, you tried to run a finger through his hair but he moved your hand away.

“What’s wrong Inosuke? Not a good mission?”

“Leave me alone.”

there was some worry in your eyes as you tried to sit closer to inosuke, but he got up instead and walked to the kitchen and leaned over one of the chairs letting his head hang low.

“Ino, you can’t hide your anger. Not from me. So, what’s going on?”

you said in a low tone as you walked over to him rubbing a hand over his broad shoulder, he looked up at you, head still hanging low, ino then pushed your head down making you fall to your knees.

while he unbuckled his uniform belt, you found a hair tie around your wrist and quickly tied your hair up in a messy ponytail, as you did his boxers were already off and out spring his huge hard penis. dark eyes looking into his bright green ones making this face of anger yet lust.

as his pre cum made an entrance you moved your tongue in circles around his tip before doing the same to the rest of his length. covering your whole mouth over his dick and bobbing your head at a slow pace had him wanting more already, hate absolutely HATES it when you tease him.

“F-fuck~!”

inosuke’s hand made it’s way to your hair and tugged it with each movement you made had him already to cum, he had wanted to wait though so he removed his cock from your mouth watching saliva and his pre cum fall to your bottom lip, he moved his thumb to your face and cleaned it off, watching as he stroked himself a little before putting his penis back inside your mouth.

all the way in making you gag and get teary eyes, inosuke began to thrust inside your mouth at a faster pace, meanwhile you bobbing your head at the same pace he was moving to. helping him get off even faster cupping his balls in one of your hands and massaging them thoroughly and soft. he let out a hot groan as he whined.

“Shit! A-ahhh~”

throwing his head back as his thrusts became faster then slower and sloppier, he came inside your mouth making you swallow it all, as he removed himself from your mouth a few drops left hit the floor, ino just watched you swallow the rest of his cum while he put his uniform back on.

blush taking over both your faces you got up and held his hand, he let you and kissed your forehead.

“Was I too rough? I’m sorry.”

inosuke apologized in a low raspy husky tone, looking down off to the side, you moved his face towards you and kissed his cheek shaking your head side to side after.

“No, you weren’t.”

he then grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed him back.

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𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂:

rushing through the front door was your frightened boyfriend who had fear written all over his face. he shut the door fast behind him and took a deep breath in before closing his eyes. his eyes darted to you who was sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner, walking over to you he sighed in relief.

“Soo uh, what happened on the mission? You seemed really scared.”

tears formed in his eyes as he thought back to the mission he just came home from, coming behind you in the chair zenitsu wrapped his arms around your neck letting his hands dangle down to your chest as he cried into the crook of your neck.

“Y/n! It was a scary~! You’ll never believe it!!”

zenitsu pleaded on, but you could only try and think of ways to calm him down, a thought came to mind and he hasn’t had one of these in a while. blow job, he goes absolutely WILD for it.

“Zenitsu-”

“And then Tanjiro saved me!”

as you got up moving his hands and arms off of you he stood there quiet as he just stared at you sniffing with puffy red eyes aching. he put his hands together playing with them.

“Y/n? I-is something wrong?”

“Go sit on the couch.”

“B-but why..?”

“I said sit on the couch.”

you said in a stern yet seducing tone, he just nodded his head as blush filled his whole body. he was a little stiff cause he was nervous, as she sat on the couch you kneeled down in front of him and he knew what was going to happen as you unbuckled his uniform belt, pulling his pants down right after, and his boxers as well. he lifted his hips up to help as he stroked himself a few times before to smother his pre cum around his already rock hard dick.

“Shh, just relax ok? Don’t be so stiff. And I wanna hear you, don’t be quiet.”

zen just nodded as he blushed at his exposed self in front of you, moving your mouth closer to his cock you wrapped your lips around it already very slowly moving your head back and forth.

“Mm~ Y-Y/n! G-go faster p-please~”

he whined as he slowly began to move his hips up into your mouth trying to be gentle as possible. tears drying on his cheeks from earlier, his nose becoming clearer at the smell of this whole situation.

bobbing your head back and forth at a faster face had him thrusting his hips up faster into your mouth, he always came fast but it would just mean he can go a second round and maybe another.

zenitsu moaned as he grabbed your hand pushing it down into the couch while he squeezed it, you gagging a few times when he fucked your mouth deeper and deeper.

tears left his eyes as well as yours as you bobbed your head even faster as he did the same with his thrusts, they soon became sloppy and slower and slower as he came inside your mouth, some spilling off your chin and onto the couch along on his thighs making a mess to clean up.

“M-mm Y/n~! G-god~~!”

you removed your mouth as zenitsu’s hard penis now became soft and used, he sighed as he threw his head back onto the couch, you caught your breath and with your free hand you moved some of his hair away from his eyes.

zen blushed hard as he looked down at you, lips full of his cum with some still on your tongue. he leaned down as you leaned up to kiss him, he kissed you back tasting himself as he did so.

how filthy yet so delicious at the sight of your fucked out face.

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hi i hoped you enjoyed this! a special ff for celebrating 1,000 etc.. likes of my Kamaboko Trio receiving a Hand Job! thank you all so much for the love and support <33

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

[hyewka]

I was reading soobin's only voice live translations and when he read the comments, one of them said "come on soobin don't be shy, it's okay come closer to the microphone" and he answered saying "um no, if I come closer I might sound like a pervert so I'll pass" and i was like 😩����

I find it very interesting the way he has said the word pervert referring to himself before, not just in that live, he knows HE KNOWS HE IS ONE

Ok that's all lol I'm not that good on expressing my feelings in English bc it's not my first language but i tried😩

btw good night!! hope u are okay 🥰

- 🦇 anon

warnings; perv!soobin, panty stealing, masturbation, breeding kink because...duh LOL, mentions of hentai, humping a body pillow, not proofread

a/n; he has no filter lol but soobin as a perv is sooo real might as well be a headcanon 😂

soobin who often kept to himself, his shy reserved nature not doing much but push people away from his circle. he's okay with it, came to terms with the fact that it was hard for him to reach out to others over the bare minimum, and therefore he'll naturally stay a loner.

so when you first tried getting close to him, starting small talk just because you sat by him, he expected the usual. most people gave up trying after his third unintentional curt response but you... didn't. not in the bombarding questions way but more like the next day, the same good morning, with a genuine chirpy tone. like you actually had a good morning.

you were the total opposite of soobin, it was proven time and time again- he brought black coffee to lectures, you always always brought caramel frappes- soobin was undoubtedly awkward, and then it felt like being charming came easily to you, like you were genetically coded to have people swarm around you like a bee with a flower's nectar. soobin being no exception.

soobin who found that a good morning from you seemed to always assure him a good mood. not long before he succumbed to finally asking for your number, which you happily, though a little caught off guard, provided him with. who knew that he would've been the first to make an advancement?

you got close very quickly- to you, soobin was a sweet guy who just had such a pure image, the freshness of his personality was endearing, so you liked being around him.

all intentions were pure, or at least that was what soobin chose to believe at first. the first time he thought of you as more than a friend was when you begged him to go to the frat party on thursday, oh just how fun it'd be to get trashed- all your reasons were unconvincing, but you were unrelenting, so he ended up going, meeting you at the kitchen where you texted him to find you. through what felt like a million sweaty drunks he had to maneuver, he finally found you.

soobin whose relieved instinct is to shout out your name over the music quickly die down, instead, your name coming out as a small whisper by the last syllable, his eyes honed on your dress, horny bunny can't help but look down at your cleavage, cupped and full in your bodycon, gulping at the way they looked so plush. it got even worse when you spotted him, excitedly waving him over to you- then worse when as much as he tried tuning into your ranting, people eventually crowded the kitchen, meaning you had to get closer, and closer, and then finally, he couldn't help his eyes trailing down.

poor boy who ends up sporting a boner, so anxious as he begs you to let him go home, you worriedly thinking he got too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people, so you usher him to go, patting his back as you tell him to call you when he gets home.

he never ends up doing that, too ashamed that the moment he got home, he had his back pressed his door, too impatient, bunny's dick so hard it's painful, frantic pace on his shaft as he heaves, shut eyes picturing your cleavage once more, then the slight bounce he caught when you walked over to get another drink, oh what he'd do to see them bare, just a little peek seeing you undress-- his hand already soiled with his warm seed,, the fastest he came.

he hoped that this was a one time thing, how awkward would it be talking to you if he jerked off to you every now and then? yeah, he swore the reason he got so worked up that day was because of the drinks he had.

you often stuck to a specific wardrobe anyway so he wasn't counting on this happening again.

soobin who's right for the first few weeks, until he casually checks his feed, seeing that you posted a picture on instagram-- you had a sinister red lipstick, low cut black top, seated in a dining area, posing with the prettiest smile.. and oh god, he's reaching down his pants again, hands so hesitant and slow as they finally hold his dick, phone on the other hand, swiping left for the last slide-- a selfie.

all of a sudden, he's quick, pulling out his swollen dick in a swift motion, heavy breathing as he stared down at the picture, jerking off like crazy, your tits practically out on display-- who could blame him? pervy soobin who ends up spurting his slimy cum all over his phone screen, a strained final exhale, finally feeling the guilt pool in his chest.

soobin who now replaces the content that gets him off, often of anime girls dumbly bouncing on cock, getting their tummys filled with cum, over and over again-- dirty sight that he gives up just for an innocent selfie you took with soobin a few hours ago at the usual frozen yogurt place you hung at.

soobin who's under the protection of his sheets, his room pitch black as he bites down painfully on his lip, frantic breathing, jerking his poor dick to overstimulation at the picture on his phone screen-- it didn't even have to be of your cleavage anymore, just your face did it for him, eyes with a flutter rolling to the back of his head just at the thought of fucking your mouth.

pervy soobin who convinces himself that this was normal, he's sure tons of guys with female friends have done this, he wasn't weird. it was in his nature, right?

soobin who finally gets invited over at your flat because you were tired of always going out, preferring to stay in this time with some pizza. all is well, no pervy thoughts seeping into his rotten brain, until he asks to go to the bathroom.

"oh! you'll find it, it's like to the left-- right of you. it'll be to the right of you." you had your black frames, similar to soobin's, blanket over your legs with a pizza slice on your hand-- he knew you weren't going to abandon the comfort to show him around.

"don't take too long!" he hears you shout behind him, and he huffs out a laugh. you always seemed to get him smiling, for whatever reason.

soobin who mistakes the laundry room for the bathroom, opening it to spot the washing machine, and almost closing the door before he sees through the creak of the door the basket full of clothes. your clothes.

pervy soobin whose feet are still, staring at the abundance of clothes. his dick twitching in his pants, thinking of whether a pair of your underwear was buried in there, but then he immediately slaps himself out of it, shutting the door with a large bang. so flustered as he quickly tries to find the bathroom.

soobin who swears he has morals, who swears he'd never do it, he'll keep his dirty thoughts of you under his blankets at home, without having to raise suspicion.

he doesn't hold onto his set of morals for too long, too far gone at the thought of how you'd smell, how he'd feel to have your panties wrapped around his dick as he did his daily jerk off-- once those thoughts were in, his hands were less controlled.

when you told him that you might be late getting ready, he suggested to wait for you at your living room. which you naively didn't think of much, saying why not.

he didn't have ulterior motives, he swears. it doesn't matter, he ends up in front of your bedroom door, where you were changing, obviously locked, so his eyes trail to the sinful room.

he slowly turns the door's knob as to not cause any sound, seeing that the basket full of your clothes was still there. it's like treasure, dirty boy who's like a thief, anxiously rummaging through the basket, and finally, his hands grip onto a pink lace-- your underwear. there's a few, but he decides he can do with just one, you wouldn't know if he only took one.

hurriedly, he crumbles it in his big hands, getting up from his knees as he quickly stuffs it into his pockets. it's okay, it's just a one time thing.

his hands are sweaty when he gets home, the entire time he was hanging out with you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, holding onto your underwear in case you somehow spot it, or it falls out- both unlikely situations. but this was his first time doing this, the anxiety building up to the brim.

soobin who lives out his fantasy, the irony of him thanking god for such a sinful wish- he had hoped the laundry basket were dirty clothes waiting to be put in the machine.

the pair he picked up was in fact unwashed, just a deep sniff and he smelled you, such a scent that immediately makes him grow a boner, legs spread apart on his couch as he continues taking a whiff, moaning out your name, palming his dick over his sweats, too impatient to fully get it out, so needy, tears brimming at the shame the closer he gets to cumming, finally stuffing your underwear into his mouth in attempt to drown out his moans, but he still ends up saying your name through the restriction of your underwear, muffles as he chants your name the more he chases his high, his drool staining your cute panties, oh how dirty he was when he finally soils his pants at a flash of you on your knees, just for him.

perv!soobin who uses the pair of your underwear all night, masturbating like a sex crazed addict, spilling his seed all over them, dried cum under yet another load, then another...then another.

soobin who humps his anime girl body pillow, your underwear stained with his cum stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the imagination of having you under him, stretching you out, slamming his dick into you, with each thrust, your breasts bouncing up and down, so lewd, your mouth hung open dumbly, spit all over, begging him to give you his seed-- oh, how soobin dreams, "you wanna have my babies? y/n you wanna carry my babies? h-hah, g-gonna breed you-- gonna- gonna cum!"

hips getting more unrelenting against his poor pillow, with a final cry muffled in your underwear, thinking of spurting his load deep in your tummy, "fuckkk.." he groans, filling you up so well, the image of his seed seeping out your pussy when he pulls out gets soobin's hips to grind against his pillow just a little more before he finally gives out, so exhausted for going so long, your underwear still loosely in his mouth, drenched with his spit, as he flutters his tear stained lashes shut.

soobin who deep washes your panties, so guilty the next day, trying to scrub off with his hands the scent of his cum, but with all fail, he ends up trashing it. he won't do this again, he can't, he'll never.

...right?

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2nd a/n: ok. wow. i really am in my soobin thought dump lol beomgyu's position getting threatened 😭 i might actually do a version for all members im so into this whole perv thing

[fcthots]

Getting mad at Jason, so he can't touch you, he's gotta watch while you touch yourself and maaaaaybe if he's lucky, you'll let him have your soaked undies after you're done. (If you don't he'll prolly just wait till you leave and lick the wet spot on the bed while taking care of himself)

I HAVE CLASS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS WHEN I’LL BE THINKING AB YOUR ASK???

Jason had a shitty day. He was pacing around the kitchen, on the phone with Oracle because Black Mask had found a way to smuggle in drugs laced with all kinds of shit under everyone’s noses. They’d been going back and forth for while before he heard your voice from the living room.

“What should I order for dinner?”

He didn’t respond, Babs was saying something about financial records and where Black mask may have gone to. He heard your voice overlapping hers again.

“If you don’t answer, I’m just gonna order BatBurger.”

He didn’t mean to snap. He didn’t. He was just stressed and too much was going on. He didn’t mean to snap, but you could hear his voice from the living room. “I don’t care!”

He didn’t hear you respond. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he started walking towards the living room. “Babs, I gotta go. Talk later. Bye.” He steps into the room and sees you laying on the couch. You’re staring at him, face unreadable. “I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to snap. BatBurger is fine.”

Your face becomes gentle. “‘S okay, darlin. I didn’t know you were on the phone.”

“But it’s not okay. I yelled at you!”

“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s not fine-”

“You’re stressed, right?” He watches the gears turn behind your eyes.

“Yes but that’s not an excuse-”

“You wanna feel like we’re even?”

He raises an eyebrow and nods his head, unsure of where this is going. He opens his mouth but you cut him off again.

“Come with me.” You get up and grab his hand as you lead him to the bedroom. You push him so he’s leaning against the wall looking at the bed.

You walk toward the bed and climb onto it, taking your shirt off as you lay back against the pillows. “Wanna know what your punishment is?” He nods his head, eyes still looking at you skeptically. You smile. “I’m gonna touch myself and you’re gonna watch me. You can’t talk and no touching me or yourself until after I’m done. And who knows, if you’re good I might give you my underwear after, but only if you’re good.”

He looks promptly horrified. You ignore it as you slip your bra and pants off and begin to make a show of playing with your tits. Soon enough, you trail one hand down and use it to begin massaging your clit over your underwear. You lock eyes with him as you moan and a visible wet spot slacks through your panties. He’s already straining against his pants.

He lays his hands flat against the wall as if to stop himself from reaching out. You push your panties to the side and begin making a show of slowly circling your clit, whining and gasping until his eyes are boring into you. You’re beginning to get lost in your own pleasure.

You make sure he has a good angle as you spread your lower lips and sink two fingers in, trying you gather your slick. You watch him move away from the wall and approach where you are on the bed. You think about stopping him, but you’re too lost in the moment and, technically, you never said he couldn’t get closer.

He gently grabs the hand that’s fingers were buried in your pussy. He draws the fingers out and brings them to his lips. He moans as he puts your fingers in his mouth and swirls his tongue around them.

You remove your hand, despite the way it turned you on. “Ah ah ah. I said no touching. Against the wall.”

“But-”

“No talking either. Looks like someone won’t be getting these when I’m done.” You take off your underwear and continue to massage your clit, your slick dripping onto the bed.

The way his gaze is locked on your writhing form begins to throw you over the edge. Your hand speeds up and you whine his name. His breathing becomes heavier and your movements become erratic as you see his hands clench into fists before you close your eyes.

After you come, you watch him through half-lidded eyes.

He finally speaks. “Can I talk now?” You nod your head and get up. He continues. “Please. Wanna taste you. Let me put my face between your thighs, please-”

“Nope.” You pick up your underwear off the floor, making sure he can’t get it. You smile. “Now we’re even. Have fun, Jay.” You walk out the door and into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

And if you see him fucking himself after while he licks your slick off the bed, well, who doesn’t enjoy a good show?

[futterurl]

mike x reader. ik that man whines and begs in bed 👀 i’ll let you take it from there

ohhh my god you already know that man is so submissive and breedable

WARNINGS: fem!reader, oral(f!receiving), p in v, sub!mike, riding

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you and mike took things very slow when you first became an item

you would go on cute dates, spend time with abby, kiss him every now and then, all that stuff

you would watch abby whenever he had to take night shifts, which he was truly grateful for

he didn’t have the money, and he knew you wouldn’t accept it anyway. he was determined to make it up to you

you guys hadn’t done anything sexual yet in the relationship, not really getting to that point yet

once you came home one day after dropping abby off to school, that all changed.

he was in the kitchen, reading something, then his eyes turned to you, watching you fall onto the couch

he walked over and sat himself next to you, rubbing your cheek

you talked to him for awhile about how hard it was to stay up all night, and you had no idea how he did it at his job

he looked at you, serious face

“what’s wrong, mike?” you asked.

he got off the couch, knees on the ground, looking up to you.

“i need to make this up to you” he stated

you had no idea where this was going, but you didn’t want him to feel bad about his circumstances. you were doing this out of your love for him

“mike-”

“please let me go down on you”

what

you sat there, brain barely functioning at what he just said. had you heard him correctly?

“what…?” you started, to which he cut you off

“you always do so much for me, and i know we’re together and stuff, but it still isn’t right. i want to- no, i need to make this up to you. i want to make you feel good. please. let me make you feel so fucking good.”

your thighs clenched against each other. you were getting turned on by this, but you were still hesitant

“please, i want to do this. let me make you see fucking stars”

“okay, mike. o..only if you really want to.” you said, getting excited

he was so quick to take your sweats off, looking at your lace panties

“so beautiful, you always wear these? why didn’t i do this earlier?”

he slowly took them off, wasting no time before kissing your thighs all over

he got closer and closer to where you needed him most, his pace going agonizingly slow

“please, mike…” you pleaded

he obliged, kissing your clit

he started to practically make out with your sopping cunt. your legs wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue ran up and down your folds

he was getting sloppy with it, running his tongue vigorously on your clit

and this man

he was letting out fucking breathy whimpers while he was eating you out

it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen: he was whimpering and borderline moaning as he started to tongue fuck you

he made sure you had the best orgasm of your life. he really did make you see fucking stars

now fast forward a few weeks

you guys had gotten more comfortable with being intimate

one night you both decided to go all the way

he sat on the bed, you straddling his hips, clothes on the floor

“please, put it in, can’t take it anymore. need to feel your tight cunt.” he begged

and who were you to say no to your man

you took him inside you, sinking onto his length at an agonizing slow pace

he made sure you went slow

he didn’t want it to hurt for you; he knew he was pretty big

but fuck, he just wanted to pound into you

the moans started, him letting out heavenly noises as your hips met his

he held your hips, rubbing circles by your hip bones

he was trying to help you, but was really trying to refrain from busting in seconds

once you started moving it was game over

you had him wrapped around your finger

he wanted to stay in your pussy forever, your walls fit him like a glove

“please, more, please, fuck”

he moaned incoherent babbles every time your hips met his

his hips would occasionally thrust up, succumbing to the pleasure

“g-gonna cum soon, please let me cum. please.” he was begging at this point

you sped up your bouncing, trying to take him all the way with every single thrust

he was digging his nails into your hips

“cumming, cumming, FUCK”

he shouted your name as he released spurts of cum into your cunt, followed by so many ‘thank you’s’

you came soon after

he held you, both of you breathing heavy

all he would say was thank you

you ran your fingers through his hair. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

[just1cefor4ll]

Alastor x insomniac!reader

A/N: this one is a bit short since i didn’t really have ideas to make this longer but I think it turned out pretty well! and reader is gender neutral<3

warnings: swearing,mentions of abuse, reader having nightmares, bad grammar

genre: slight angst but mostly fluff :3

summary: reader had nightmares and goes for a walk to the hotels library not many residents know of! And you just happen to come across the radio demon himself

3rd person POV

You stir in your sleep, you’ve been trying to fall asleep for 4 hours now and its currently 3am. You groan and turn towards the clock beside you on the bedside table. You close your eyes and you finally drift off into a slumber.

You wake up in a home, your home from when you were alive. You sit up from the floor you were sitting down and look down. You were a human again and you were sitting in the bathroom. You suddenly hear yelling and banging and you quickly open the bathroom door and run down the stairs, running down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes widen as you see your father and mother yelling and you back up towards the wall. Your father notices you and starts screaming foul things at you and you try to get out of the room but he grabs a fist full of your hair and pushes you into the kitchen. You curl up into a ball and cry to yourself when you suddenly jolt awake, tears streaming down your face. “Fuck..” You choke out and quickly wipe your tears as you sob and bring your knees to your chest. You look at the time and only 17 minutes passed from when you last fell asleep. You sigh and swing your legs from the bed and go grab some socks. You put them on and leave your room and lock it behind you, putting the keys into your pjs pocket.

You walk down the hall to the elavator and go up to the highest floor where the library is. You’ve never really seen anyone go up there other then Charlie when she brings new books that she things you would be interested in. So it was your quiet spot for when you had a lot on your mind and wanted some time for yourself. You feel the elavator stop so you walk down the dark hallway and open the library doors. They were old and had beautiful rose carvings in it with golden touches here and there. You smile softly at the sight as you walk into the library but your smile drops when you see someone had turned on the light. “Someone is here.” You think to yourself and sigh in annoyance but walk on the old red carpet that was on the library’s floor. The library was big, the center was in a circle shape and had two long halls filled with bookshelves and some seating areas. In the center an old chandelier hung from the ceiling that had beautiful renaissance inspired art with more carvings of roses. It also had two floors full of every book you could think of from the living world and hell aswell.

Your vision was a bit blurry since the light only lit up the center so you quickened your pace when you suddenly saw a familiar pair of red ears. Your breath hitches and you stop and freeze in your place. No you didn’t really have a problem with Alastor but you were quite scared of him to say the least. He was a feared Overlord after all. You look away for a second and look back but you notice the pair of ears disappeared. You look around in a slight panic when you feel a presence behind you. You step back slightly and you hit someones chest and turn around im a swift movement and see the familiar sinister smile that everyone was so scared of.

“Good evening dear, what are you doing up at this ungodly hour?” Alastor asks with his usual grin, putting away the book he was reading that was now long forgotten. He straightens his suit, dusting himself off and looks back at you awaiting your answer. “I um couldn’t sleep, so I just wanted to come here to maybe pass some time.” He hums in acknowledgement and studies your figure like you were his next meal, which wouldn’t surprise you if you were. Your eyes were red and puffy from you crying and you looked quite shaken, still having the nightmare fresh in your mind. “Well I suppose I wont push you to tell me more, how about I read to you so we can pass the time together? Come along now darling I won’t take no for an answer.~” He says turning around to go grab the book he was reading and goes to sit down at one of the many seating areas in the library, expecting for you to follow behind. You sit down next to Alastor, making sure to keep your distance since you knew he was a bit.. how do you put this lightly? Bitchy, when someone invaded his personal space.

He eyes you for a second, opening his mouth to say something but decided against it and opens the book, making sure to start from the beginning so you’re not confused about anything. You listen to him closely, imagining the characters and scenes as if you were in the book yourself. You slowly start to tune him out, your eyes and head feeling heavy as you fight back a yawn. Your head starts to dip to the side and your consciousness starts to slip out of your grasp.

Alastors POV

My ears perk up, when I suddenly feel weight on my lap. I lift the book up a bit and see Y/N laying in my lap. “I guess they finally found peace in their dreams after all.” I think to myself and put the book away, playing with their soft hair. I stop myself and rethink my actions; “Why is it that I don’t mind their touch? Why am I feeling this way? I’m a feared Overlord? Am I perhaps going soft?” I think to myself and look down at the sleeping demon once again. Their soft snores echo slightly through the library and I sigh, smiling softly.

“I’ll let it slide, just this once.” I roll my eyes and pick up the book once again and continue where I left off.

3rd person POV

Charlie walks through the halls of the hotel with seversls books in her hand, Vaggie helping her out not wanting her girlfriend to struggle all by herself. They walk to the elavator and go up to the library. Vaggie raises a brow as she has never really been to this part of the hotel and walks down the hall to the old doors. They open it and walk in, noticing the light was on and see the familair deer demon from a distance. Vaggie rolls her eyes, mumbling some incoherent Spanish words Charlie doesn’t even bother trying to understand, knowing it’s probably just profanities towards Alastor.

As the walk closer they find a familiar demon laying their head on Alastors lap and Vaggie takes out her spear, ready to slit the radio demons throat when suddenly Alastor brings his pointer finger to his lisp, shushing the couple; “Shh, they’ve had a tough night, it’s best if we let the poor dear sleep the day away if they wish.” He says in a hushed tone and grins at the couple, maybe slightly glaring at the angered woman pointing a sharp spear towards him. Charlie nods and fights back her squeals and places the books down carefully in their spots, Vaggie helping her out but still glances your way just in case the sadistic Overlord tries anything. Alastor just stares right back, sometimes even making himself look a bit more terrifying with the radio dials and creepy smile, returning back to normal the moment Charlie looks his way. They leave the room shortly after and you start to wake up from the sound of doos shutting.

You groan a bit and go to sit up when you see you’re not in your room like usual and that you slept a bit too peacefully today. You look up and see the radio demon grinning up at you and you flinch back, almost falling off the coach you were sleeping on a few moments ago.

You yelp and quickly stand up to get away from the man, not wanting to face him after sleeping on him the whole night when he suddenly speaks up; “Don’t be afraid to come find me again when you have trouble sleeping my dear, i’d be more then happy to help you fall asleep once more, maybe make this a routine, hm?” Your breath slightly hitches and you just nod, speed walking away and leave the library, not wanting to be in his presence any longer than you already were.

Alastor smiles to himself, hoping you would take his offer up and that you really would make this a routine.

[rockstarhaechan]

after hours | lee haechan part. 2

pairing: lee haechan x fem!reader

warnings: rockstar hyuck, fwb, smut, cum eating, choking, fingering, oral (m/ receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (do not), overstimulating, breeding kink, rest of nct dream being mentioned, alcohol & drugs, angst, car sex, pet names (doll, love, darling)

summary: haechan and his band mates were having a lot of concerts in your area, you two always hooked up in the after hours of his concerts, recklessly getting drunk and high, you’ve got fucked by the universe when you started to catch feelings for him.

part one ! next part ?

“what are we gonna do when we get home doll?” he asked you as he turned on the engine, waiting for your answer.

“what about round two?” looking at him while grinning, he pressed down on the gas pedal, eyes locking with yours.

“round two sounds great doll” he smiled before looking at the road again while holding your hand.

haechan opened the door for you as you climbed out of his car taking his hand into yours.

it didn’t even take long until your lips reunite with each other, tongues fighting, but haechan won this time, picking you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

“how are you gonna open the door?” breaking the kiss looking into his eyes, they show pure lust for whatever is gonna happen between the two of you.

“i’m just gonna open the door like a normal person” he laughed while getting the key out of his pocket twisting the lock open guiding you into his home.

haechan hungrily kissed you again, his hands resting on your ass, pulling you closer to him as soft moans were heard in between your kisses.

he carefully walked over to his kitchen, placing you down on the counter as he stood between your spread legs, drawing circles on the inside of your thighs, kisses traveling down your neck stopping at your cleavage.

you can already feel how wet you’ve gotten just by haechan doing his thing on you and as his hand moves even closer to your core you started feeling a tight knot forming in your stomach.

“you’re so needy doll, so wet for me and i already fucked you senseless” he laughed as he inserted two fingers into your dripping cunt.

your mind was blank and you didn’t even noticed how much your body was craving his touch, you fell in love with haechan over the past weeks and you never noticed, not even now as he’s two fingers deep buried inside of you.

“oh fuck hyuck” being the moaning mess you are, trying to close your legs but haechan opened your legs back up with ease, wrapping one hand around your neck, squeezing oh so lightly trying not to hurt you.

haechan liked how rough he could be on you not needing to care about a few bruises or scratches on your body cause it turned you on as much as it turned haechan on.

without any warning he dragged you down from the counter and as soon as your feet got in contact with the ground he turned you around with your back facing him, parting your legs with one of his feet while letting your upper body rest on the countertop.

“you gotta be really quiet doll, don’t want those neighbors to hear you” his voice was soft but you knew he wasn’t gonna be soft on you as you heard his belt being ripped out of his pants and soon felt on your ass cheek letting you breath in harshly with tears forming in your eyes.

haechan unbuttoned his pants before dropping them on the floor with his boxers, pumping himself a few times before lining himself up between your legs, slowly pushing his cock into you.

“fuck doll taking me so well” he groaned while grabbing your ass as he started to move slowly, picking up a faster pace after a few seconds, slamming your hips against the counter each time.

haechan wasn’t going easy on you but you’re still a moaning mess enjoying each and every single moment you two are together.

one of your hands moved to haechan’s hand holding him tightly as you tried to get some words out of your mouth, but almost immediately giving up cause you’re unable to speak properly, tears streaming down your face.

“what’s wrong doll huh?” he asked as his thrusts began to become sloppier and inconsistent as he waited for your answer, giving you a few seconds to breathe.

“g-gonna c-cum fuck” you stuttered, cheek pressing on the counter just when you heard haechan laugh a little, picking up his pace once again, hands digging into your hips almost making you choke on your own spit.

“fuck you wanna come around my dick doll?” he groaned letting out small whimpers as you reached out for his hand once again, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten coming undone around his cock trying to catch your breath.

haechan on the other hand didn’t really care, he slammed his dick into you in an immense pace almost reaching his own peak.

his thrusts were getting faster and sloppier and his groans got louder.

your mind? currently unavailable, haechan fucked you into a new world, leaving you completely breathless with a tear stained face and ruined make up.

“fuck” was all he said before cumming into you, moving back and forth basically fucking his cum back into you.

he turned you around slowly pulling you into a long hug whispering sweet words into your ear, promising you the world which made you fall for him even harder.

haechan did promise you the world a lot, but was he ever doing anything? no he wasn’t but you couldn’t care less, everything he did was perfect for you.

he had no time for a relationship with you yet he still fell for you too, but he would never bother telling you anything about his feelings for you because he rather keeps stuff to himself not wanting to make you worry.

but what if you want to tell him one day? you definitely want more you just don’t know it yet.

[aithusarosekiller]

I know that Dorcas doing on a mad killing spree to destroy voldy after Marlene dies is a popular headcanon and even though I usually don't subscribe to that one because in my head Dorcas doesn't need motivation, she's just like that- I think it would be really cool to imagine a world where she and James both meet up in the middle of their madness driven voldy-hunting and manage to take him down together. Because she had the will but not the means. So...I wrote a little something about James' perspective on the lead up to it where he obtains to means to do it (a horcrux)!

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Specks of saltwater, a small scrap of paper, and a rusted old locket lay in the centre of James' kitchen table waiting to be inspected further by him, but he ignored them and paces up and down the room whispering urgently. He was lucky the boys weren't home or he would've looked mad. Luckily, the tears and yelling had passed a while ago and it was only the anger and confusion that remained.

Kreacher stood obediently at the foot of the table for him to calm down and give an order. Technically he didn't have any true ties to James Potter, but Regulus’ dying wish had been for him to go to James, so he assumed it was on his best interests to listen even if he despised the man and his traitorous family. Gently, James picked up the paper and contributed to walk back and forth while he straightened it out between his fingers.

I'm sorry. it read. Nothing else, just…I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He swore under his breath and pressed it back down onto the table, flattening it out and continuing to stare at it.

“Why did he even-” With a sigh, James looked over to the house elf to his left. “Kreacher.” The elf looked up in expectation. “Why are you here?”

“Master Regulus ordered it.” He replied, voice steady and trained, if not with a pinch of distaste.

“Yes, I know, but why?” James hissed. “To torment me? To- I don't know, be remembered? What’s the fucking point? I know the story, I know he's dead, what more do you want?” Kreacher remained silent, blinking once.

Giving up, James looked back to the table and snatched up the dripping locket. He turned it over in his hand a few times before clicking his tongue and holding it up for Kreacher to see.

“I still don't get what this is. Why did you bring it to me, why was Regulus so willing to kill himself for it, and why did He so desperately want to hide it?” When Kreacher moved to speak he waved his free hand to cut him off. “Stop, I'm trying to figure it out in my head.” A few moments passed. “This has to be important to Voldemort somehow. How?” Kreacher didn't respond. “Okay, well, if he wanted to hide it, there must be some sort of personal value. If Regulus ordered you to destroy it, it must be pivotal. What does he want the most? Power? No, he wouldn't keep that hidden away…what else?” He began to pace again, Kreacher watching every step he took intently.

“If Voldemort was so certain that it had to be hidden away and protected from everybody, it remaining intact has to be a matter of life or death. Therefore…” Upon passing the table, he loudly placed it back in its spot and refused to look away from it. “I believe I have the future of You-Know-Who’s life sitting in my kitchen. His life is in my hands. Just as Regulus’ life was in his.”

It was a strangely satisfying full-circle moment.

Finally, Kreacher piped up. “What do you wish to do, Lord Potter?”

James smiled down at the ancient jewellery. Flashes of secret smiles, icy eyes, and long-ago kisses came back to him in blurs of longing and regret. Years of love were mingling with the bitterness and anger he felt. With the grief. It became instantaneously blinding. A sense of power flooded through his body, revenge taking over all of his senses entirely. If it hadn't been personal up until this moment, at the deaths of Marlene, the twins, his parents, it certainly was now. If he'd hated that man before, now the high of holding power over the man who drove his only love to death was only amplifying the feeling beyond control.

When he looked up, it was with an almost crazed expression and utmost determination racing through his brain.

“We are going to kill Lord Voldemort, Kreacher.” With that, he held out his hand to the elf, gesturing to come forward so they could apparate. Seconds before they left, he used his free hand to snatch up the note and locket, not wanting to leave any indication to the others that something was wrong. He had business to attend to now, and he didn't want to worry any of them into finding him and stopping him from doing so.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Hello there! For the celebration, can I request Caramel and Maple, please? o///o

Thank you so much for requesting :) This one is juicy and fast paced.

Pairing: Sanji x Afab!Reader

WC: 1200

Prompt: “They’re right outside that door, baby, you don’t want them to hear you like this, right?”

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“If you had 4 swords, would one go in your butt?” A wildly drunk Usopp asked the moss haired swordsman across the table from him. You and Nami meet each others gaze across the dining table and both of your eyes widen. You both snort and choke on your beers. 

“WHAT DID YOU JUST ASK ME?” Zoro rises from his seat on the bench. Usopp stutters and tries to change the subject. To avoid any further involvement, you stand up and move towards the galley. 

“Well, um, how about more beers?” You smile at the group and hurry off towards the kitchen. You slip through the swinging galley door and find your handsome blonde lover washing dishes at the sink. 

“Hi love!” You chirp at him in a sing song voice as you skip towards him. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his abdomen and nuzzle your face in his back. 

“Mon amour! What a nice surprise!” Sanji coos at you as you release him and walk towards the fridge. 

“I’m just grabbing more beers. Won’t you come join us soon?” 

“You know… there’s something I need in the pantry. Can you head in there and grab an extra dish sponge? That would really help me, darling.” Sanji asks you.

“Mmhmm!” You nod your head and change your course from the fridge to the pantry. You open the pantry door and step inside and pull the cord to turn on the light bulb. 

“hmmm… sponges… if I was a sponge where would I be….” You ponder as you peruse the shelves. Suddenly, you feel a body behind yours and the pantry door slam shut. Your body shoots up and you two firm hands grab your hips. 

“Ah!!” You yelp. 

“Shh… it’s just me, my love…” You feel Sanji’s thumbs slide into the waistband of your jeans, slightly pulling them down. Sanji leans over you and begins to kiss your neck. “I was going to wait until later tonight to take you, but the way you look right now I… I just needed you now…” Sanji unbuttons and unzips your jeans and slides his soft hand down the front of them. 

“Sanji! We can’t do this… here!” You breath out as he tries to distract you with his fingers slipping past your panties to cup your sex. He begins rubbing firm circles over your clit. 

“It’s my kitchen, mon amour… I’m the boss here. If I want to fuck you in the pantry, I can.” Suddenly his hand moves further down and he slips two digits into your warm hole. You gasp at the intrusion. 

“Fuck!” You throw your head back against Sanji’s broad chest. You felt a chuckle rumble low in his chest as he realized he wore you down so easily. With his hand that wasn’t knuckle deep on you, he pulled your top down roughly making your breasts spill out of the stretched neck. Once your tits were exposed, Sanji groped and squeezed at your nipple as he continued to stretch you out with his other hand. 

“Shit, Sanji..” You felt yourself being brought to the edge of pleasure so quickly by your adept lover. Abruptly, Sanji removes his hand from your pants and brings it back over your head to his mouth. He sucks his fingers greedily. 

“Mmm… so sweet, my darling, as always.” He uses both of his hands to pull your pants and panties down to your knees in a swift motion. Sanji presses down on your shoulders to force your upper body forward, exposing your now soaking pussy to him fully. 

“We eat here, Sanji!” You continue to protest, but your body was giving away your true feelings. Your arms braced yourself on the wooden shelves of the pantry as you heard your lover unbuckle his belt and unzip his dress slacks behind you. 

“Yes love and I’d gladly eat you here and now but unfortunately I’ll have to make this quick.” Sanji huffs out as he slips his hard cock out of his briefs and drags the tip against your wet folds. “Now just relax and let me please you…” 

Sanji pushes himself inside you at a painfully slow pace. You hear his heavy panting breaths over you as you moan out and clench around his length. You whimper as Sanji bottoms out. 

“Fuck, love, you look so pretty right now. All bent over and grabbing at the walls… you must really love this more than you’re saying… you’re practically dripping onto the floor…” Sanji teases you as he begins pumping his cock in and out of you, pelvis sending ripples through the fat of your ass as he meets the flesh with his thrusts. You purse your lips trying to keep any moans as far inside as possible so that your crew mates wouldn’t hear your desperate mewls for Sanji’s dick. 

Sanji could sense you were holding back and he took his right arm and hooked it under your knee, lifting your body to penetrate you at a new angle. 

“Oh my god! There!” You cry out and a silky, delicate hand slams over your mouth. 

“They’re right outside that door, baby, you don’t want them to hear you like this, right?” Sanji leans forward, still pistoling his cock straight into your sweet spot, and whispers in your ear. “A big bad pirate to them… don’t want them to know you’re in here sobbing over my cock. Such an obedient girl for me and no one else…”

You groan into Sanji’s hand, feeling your pleasure reach it’s peak. You bite down on his fingers to suppress your moan as you cum all over your love cook. 

“There it is, that’s my pretty girl. I feel you squeezing me so nicely…” Sanji praises you while he chases his own high. Your head swims as your lover grunts and pants while slamming his length into your spent pussy. Your knees startled buckling as you felt his thrusts pick up speed and lose their steady pacing. 

“Take it like you always do, love, my perfect girl…” Sanji punctuates his sentence with a violent thrust into you and you feel him shooting ropes into your womb. 

You catch your breath and rest your cheek on the pantry shelf as Sanji pulls out of you. In your dick-drunk state you feel him bring up your pants and panties and push your breasts back into your top. He fixes his own trousers before turning you around and pulling you into his chest. 

“I love you, my darling.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“I love you too, asshole. I need to get back out there before they wonder what happened.” You huff out as you pass him to open the pantry door. Sanji gives you a playful smack on the ass as you both exit the pantry. He returns to his place at the sink and you go back into the dining room and sit down at the table. 

“Are we out of beer?” Zoro asks you. 

“What? I don’t know, why?” You question him. 

“Didn’t you just leave to go get beer…?” Usopp probes. 

“Oh! Yeah hold on!” Embarrassed, you hop up again and rush towards the galley. Nami grabs your shoulder. Her eyes scan your disheveled appearance. “You guys are so gross. You’re lucky everyone here is an idiot.” She sneers at you. 

You laugh as you head back into the galley, hopefully being able to access the fridge without any interruptions this time. 

xx Mo

[cakesfunhouse]

HELLO!!! HERES A A VERY VERY LAZY THING I WROTE FOR YOUR BUNKER AU REAL QUICK, A DAYDREAM I HAD LOLLL ITS LATE SORRY

!!!! charades, sun & y/n

mute y/n + language barrier obvs, but y/n understands a little now after being with the boys for some time, they’ve been proud human owners for about five or six months now hehe

the prompt: y/n lately has been trying really hard to communicate with the boys, a recent development <3

currently sun is fixing y/n their lunch, today it’s something simple

he still can’t get over how tiny the portions he has to make for them, so cute

behind him, y/n has been slowly pacing in circles for awhile with a far off look on their face, having trailed in the kitchen after him like a duckling

sun takes notice after a few moments and watches in mild curiosity before asking y/n what they’re doing

it takes y/n a minute to stop and look at him, not realizing they were being spoken to at first and looks up and stares at him like a cutie

“whats wrong, sweet thing?” sun repeats

y/n looks down for a second afterwards, he guesses thinking to themselves based on the way they ever so slightly scrunch up their cute little face before miming sleeping by putting their hands together by their cheek like the way moon does and then pointing at sun, then staring up at sun expectantly again

sun hums thoughtfully, offering a soft smile down at them as he bends his knees and rests his hands on his thighs “are you tired, sunshine?”

they pause before repeating the gestures again, not tired it seems. he watches patiently, then makes a display of thinking to himself. glancing up off to the side and putting a finger to the edge of his faceplate as if he had a chin before returning his attention back to them

“moon?”

they frown and look to the floor, staring at the cracks between the tiles

he gives a small “hm,” before continuing

“you want to know where moon is?”

he’s about to clarify when his sunshine abruptly puts their arms up to form an ‘x’ in front of their chest and and shakes their head before shuffling closer and tugging on the end of his pant leg a few times with both hands in the way that makes them lean back as they try to dig their heels in the ground, but the tiles of the kitchen just make them slide in their little socks, looking over their shoulder while they do so. they let go after the third tug and run off elsewhere in the house out of sight

confused, sun follows after them in the direction they had headed, quickly finding them waiting at the threshold of the living room, peeking around the lip of the wall, upon seeing sun come towards them they run off again, but not out of sight this time. they walk up to the coffee table situated in front of the couch, fingering at the edges of one of its drawers and pulling hard to drag the drawer out, sun reaches out to help them as he walks up to them but they’ve already pulled it out and are now climbing up it and into it

he kneels down by the drawer and watches curiously as they rummage around in there, eventually they try to drag out a notepad and push it up onto the surface of the coffee table with a loose crayon under their arm, visibly struggling to do so though so sun gently takes the notebook from them with one hand and scoops them up in the other and places them onto the coffee table surface

after righting themselves a bit and smoothing out their clothes they untuck the crayon from under their arm, oversized in their hands being as small as they are, they go to the notepad, carefully getting down on to their knees and start drawing something out

they draw out a simple sun first, glancing back at the sun behind them briefly from over their shoulder as they continue, they put down a plus sign and then beside it they doodle out what looks like someone sleeping with a dream cloud bubble above their head

y/n turns to look at sun for a moment, searching for something in his face, before messily drawing an arrow to the dream cloud, then they stand shifting from foot to foot while they hold onto the crayon

“daydreaming?” he guesses

that seems to be the right answer as they beam up at him and they hop in place in a little circle, they seem quite pleased with themselves that they managed to get the message across

if he had a heart he’s quite sure it would be throughly melted, instead his chassis warms slightly as he watches them, his eyes turn to happy white crescents and chuckling to himself

FHEHDHGDGE that’s all for now, thanks for reading!!!!!

IMMM GONNA BITE YOU????? IM GONNA BITE YOU???????????? THIS IS SO CUUUTEE JKDFSKLF;DGGH

[its-vannah]

Surprise | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: This easily became one of my favorites I've ever written. Hope you all enjoy it 💕

Warnings: Please scroll down to the bottom of the fic as it contains heavy spoilers

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Eddie paced around your apartment, waving his hands in the air while he rattled on about Billy's treatment of him during one of their latest concerts.

The two of them weren't exactly cordial to each other, with one usually down the others throat, but you understood how Eddie felt. He had finally gotten the chance to have a minute in the spotlight while Daisy sang—and Billy ripped the opportunity out of his hands.

As soon as he got back from the tour, he went straight home to vent to you about it.

"I mean, who the fuck does he think he is?" Eddie exclaimed, his slapping his sides, "If he's not the center of attention, then he's not happy!"

He rambled on, "And his whole obsession with Daisy? Don't get me started. They don't even let us write for the albums—at all. You know, Graham wrote a song. A fucking great song. And you know what Billy said?"

"What did he say?" You hummed.

"He said no, we don't want your damn song on the album because it's not your job to write the songs."

You tilted your head to the side, "Verbatim?"

"Well, no, but that's what he meant," Eddie groaned, bracing himself against one of the barstools in the kitchen, "He's got a stick permanently shoved up his ass."

You got up from your spot on the couch and walked to stand behind him. Once your fingers found his shoulders, you began moving them in circles to loosen up the tension in his upper body.

He relaxed a bit, leaning into your touch.

"Eddie, I'm sorry that happened at the concert," You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, "Next time, stand your ground. Tell him if it's been decided you'll go out there, then you're going to go. To hell with what he thinks. It's not just his band, it's all of yours."

A sigh escaped his lips as he nodded, "It feels like shit being on his bad side. He always wants to be in control."

"Then let him," You said as he turned to face you, "It'll catch up with him eventually."

Eddie pressed his lips to your temple, wrapping his arms around you, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I was a dick when I got home," He explained, "Didn't even ask how my girl's day was."

Your hand moved to cup his cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb, "It's okay, Ed, you had a shitty day with Billy. You know I'm here if you need someone to talk to. You should, anyway, I'm your wife."

Your teasing tone caused a slight smile to appear on his face as he leaned in to kiss you—properly, as he said, this time.

He pulled away not long after, "So, how were you while I was gone?"

"About that," You said, taking a step back towards the living room to grab something from beneath the side table, "I have a surprise for you."

"For me?" He questioned, confusion washing over his face before he raised his eyebrows, "I mean, if you're in the mood, I am. How long has it been? Since the day before the tour?"

Playfully glaring back at Eddie, you picked the small box up and carried it over to him, "Put your hands out

"I feel like a kid all over again," He admitted as he stuck his hands out, "Don't tell me I have to close my eyes."

"You don't."

"Is it a pony?" He teased, causing you to laugh in response.

You shrugged, "Let's just hope I got the right kind."

He held the box in his hands, confused as to what it could be.

"Open it."

He undid the ribbon, sliding it off the box before lifting the lid. The bassist was left with more tissue paper, something he was never fond of.

Once he lifted back the layers and saw the contents, his eyes widened.

Inside was a pair of little baby boots and a small guitar pick. Unlike some of his bandmates who would've stared at it wondering what it meant until they had to be told, it clicked in his head right away.

In a small, soft voice, his eyes met yours, "You're pregnant?"

You nodded as he set the box down on the coffee table, gently taking you in his arms and weaving his hands through your hair, pressing your head to his chest.

"God, I'm gonna be a dad."

Smiling into his chest, you inhaled the lingerinf scent of his cologne, "The best."

The two of you stood there for a while, living in the world you had created on your own. In that moment, there was no Billy, no band, and no way in hell anything could ever tear you away from eachother.

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Warnings: Pregnancy, marriage, Billy Dunne SLANDER

[writers-hes]

say you’re sorry (s. harrington x reader)

Steve comes by to your house to explain himself after telling you to get out of the car. (asshole!steve, all angst no comfort)

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In Steve’s defense, he came back for you after five minutes of driving. He scouted the streets slowly but you weren’t there. You weren’t there where he dropped you off, and when he arrived at the party after looking for you in all of the streets going to Phil Newton’s house, Eddie and Robin weren’t there either. He called your house and your mom said that you haven’t been home yet. He paced in the streets of Hawkins, hoping to catch a glimpse of your figure until he gave out. 

It was what drove him to go to your house the next morning. He tried calling Robin and Eddie but none of them answered. Nancy said she went home alone last night and caught a ride with one of the guys from the newspaper club. With roses in his hand and the other knocking, your mother let him in. They were sharing a pot of tea that she brewed before going to work. Your mother loved Steve. The perfect gentleman from a reputable family. He’s never given her a reason to doubt his intentions and his loyalty towards you. He never gave her a chance to see the ugly parts of him, the one that let you go last night. The guilt consumes him; the thought of you in the middle of the road you barely knew, shivering in fear. You’ve always hated the dark and Steve has put you in it. 

It was around nine in the morning when he heard Eddie’s janky van drive in, followed by a loud laugh and the sound of leaving. Steve braces himself, his fingers around the warmth of the cup, seeking comfort. There was no other way to face you but to force it upon himself. He watches the door open with a slight smile on his face. He was hoping you’d forgive him this time but your figure goes rigid at the sight of him. Forgiveness was out of the window, for now. Your mom has gone to work thirty minutes ago and it was just the two of you in your home. You bit your lip and looked away from him.

“I was worried about you,” he starts and you chuckle humorlessly. He frowns. “Where were you last night?”

“That’s rich, Steve,” you replied, taking off Eddie’s jacket to hang on the coat rack. “That’s just rich.” 

“Where were you?” he asked. “I went back and you weren’t there. I tried calling your mom, Eddie, and Robin. None of you answered. I was worried,”

“Of course, I wasn’t. You left me, remember?” you asked, watching as he sets down the mug. You were willing yourself to move from where you stood. Anywhere but here; anywhere but with Steve. 

“I was going to come back for you. You know I’m always going to come back,” he reasons. 

“No,” you shook your head, a frown on your lips. “Don’t…don’t do this to me, Steve.” Your hand raises to stop him from approaching you; acting as if it was a shield to protect you from him. 

“What?” he asked. “It was a lapse of my judgement. I was mad and I don’t know. It consumed me,” His knee was bouncing up and down. Usually, you’d have your hand on his knee to stop him; a nervous habit he picked up. You didn’t though. Instead, you walked away from him to the kitchen. He followed you deeper, like a lost puppy. 

“I don’t want to fight,” you whispered, trying to even out your voice. “But…why did you do that?” you asked, looking him directly in the eye. He wished he didn’t follow you because seeing you, in the kitchen where you used to cook together and talk about dreams together was painful. You looked disheveled, like you hadn’t slept last night. There were dark circles under your glossy eyes. The spark of life that used to reflect itself was gone. 

“I…I…” he swallowed, looking away. “I don’t know,”

“Remember when we got together, I told you that I didn’t want to get in between you and Nancy?” you asked. “Well, I seem to be stopping you from whatever it is you still have for her,”

“I don’t—I don’t love her anymore. You have to believe me,” he pleads but it was no use. Last night, when you were crying between Eddie and Robin, realization hit you like a cold bucket of water. Steve didn’t love you; not in the way that you loved him anyway. The man who seemingly put the stars in the sky, hung it for someone else.

“Then why?” you asked, wiping away the tears that spilled. You hated how Steve flinched when you raised your voice at him. He hated being shouted at by his dad, so you soften your voice. “Why would you do that? Didn’t we go through this a thousand times already? I just…how could you leave me all alone if you loved me? You wouldn’t have done that to Nancy,”

“I don’t want to talk about Nancy anymore,” Steve replied, his voice clear. “Nancy has nothing to do with us,”

“Here you go again. Taking Nancy’s side! Have you ever thought how I felt when I learned that you were locked inside Phil’s house? When you opened the door…” you sniffled. “You won’t even show her to me. You looked at me with such annoyance. Like, like I was interrupting you. You left me…” you sobbed. “You left me, Steve. You know that I’ll always come back because you’re so fickle and I’m hoping…that you could love me half as much as you love her but you never did! You left me,”

“I didn’t mean to. You know I’d never do whatever you’re trying to pin on me. I didn’t fuck Nancy,” he tried and you only shook. The way he worded it, the way he tried to defend himself was enough. He was bringing your worst nightmares to life without knowing. 

“Please, Steve. Do you still love her? When you think of your future, am I even there?” you asked weakly. “Am I reading things wrong when you leave her for me? When you remove your hand from mine when she’s around? Do you think I don’t notice how your eyes linger on her? Always thinking if she’d like it, what she thinks of something. Do you still love her?”

“No,” he shook his head but it felt like such a lie. “I, I—“

“You love her, don’t you? It wasn’t me all along, right? When you said you wanted to live in a house with a picket fence, that wasn’t me beside you, right? It was her…” you heaved and Steve shakes his head, tears on his cheeks. He couldn’t swallow the truth that you were giving him cold heartedly. “Where was I, then?”

Where were you in his dreams? Where were you in the future? Steve tried looking for you but saw nothing. You gasped, putting a hand on your mouth at the truth. You were testing the waters, giving him one more chance because he was Steve; he promised to never break your heart the way others did. He promised to never do that and he didn’t but only because he did worse. 

“Oh my God,” you sobbed. Steve could only watch you with a defeated look in his eyes. “You…still love her. Where do I fit in your life?” you cried, your body shaking at the revelations. 

“I love you,” Steve tried but you were hearing none of it. “I love you. We can work on it together, alright? I’ll stay away from Nancy for good. I swear, I’ll take the end of my promise this time. I’ll tell her that I can't be her friend anymore. Whatever you need, whatever you want,”

“No, no, no,” you replied, pointing a finger at him. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to just run back to you. I love you but I can’t be your second choice. That’s fucked up. You can’t do that to me,” you cried. 

“I only left you in the road,” he tries to reason and he knows that it was fucked up.  “Are you…doing this so you could go to Eddie?”

“What?”

“It’s Eddie. I know that he loves you. Everything you’re accusing me of, Eddie does it too. To you,” he replied, feeling a rush of anger and jealousy through his body. 

“Eddie and I are—“

“Are friends, right? But you laugh at his jokes louder than you do with mine,” he accused. “You always defend him, did you know that? You were with him last night, right? Always waiting for me to fuck things up, right?”

“That’s not true,” you replied. “We were talking about you, Steve. You just can’t use him as a defense for your fuck up! You can’t point this on me because I would have never done what you did to me last night,” you wailed. “You’ve left me more times than you did last night. I’ve felt you slipping away from me way before I even realized that I loved you.

 “I would have never done that. I never would have left you in the middle of the road because I was angry. I never would have locked myself in a room with someone I knew you were worried about. I never would have done what you did.” you replied and it all made sense to Steve but he couldn’t just let go. 

“But I can change! I was mad and I couldn’t…I regretted what I did immediately,” he cried and you could only chuckle. How could a good man like Steve hurt you so mercilessly? How did it all come to this? Cries and hurtful words that can maim you to death? Every promise you promised each other was burning, leaving you with nothing but embers of chaos and regret. It was too late. Your tears felt like acid rain on your cheeks and Steve’s warm, brown eyes looked menacing and evil now. Your cries sounded like personal attacks towards him. How you’d brush off every worry he had of Eddie; how he’d save Nancy but never save you. 

“How many minutes?”

“What?”

“How many minutes did it take for you to drive back?”

“Five or so,”

“Immediate…” you laughed. “We can’t change. Can’t you see? This is the same unending cycle.  We’re going to hate each other if we continue, Steve,” you breathed. “You could never choose me over Nancy and I could never reassure you about anything because you will always question my love and loyalty.  We’ll always do that to each other. We’re at a dead end,” 

“Please, please don’t,” he begged. How could he fuck this up? How did he allow himself to leave you behind all those times? How could he realize that you were never in the future he pictured? That it was always Nancy who was beside him, in his head, he’d wake up beside her. In his future, it was her with him in the camper van. In his future, it was her but he couldn’t let you go. Not when he knows how much you loved him. He was sure he could chase the feeling and tell himself to love you back; the same way you loved him.  “I promise, I’ll never do that again,”

“No,” you declined, looking at him with a broken smile. “That’s the thing about assurance, isn’t it? It has no meaning if promises are broken. We could never give each other the security that we want,”

Steve only nods, finding truth in your words; seeking refuge in the hurt. It was time to go home and it was time to give up. 

“We’ll just hate each other and I don’t want that,” your voice waivers. “Because I love you. . Very much,”

“Please…” Steve steps in closer to you, to try to contain whatever hurtful word you were going to say to him but you coiled away from him. He staggers back and watches your crying eyes, you were heartbreakingly beautiful. 

“For the record, in every version of the future I’ve deluded myself into, you were there. Always,”

Steve nods, never finding the words to say to make things right. How could he say he loved you when you just made him realize that he actually didn't? Not in the way you loved him. Not in the way he loves Nancy. 

“You should go,” you urged, protecting yourself from him. Only then did Steve notice the bandage on your arm but it was too late to fix things. It was too late to start caring for you the way you did when he’d complain about a small headache. It was too late to nurse the bleeding bandage the way you cleaned his scratches. 

“I…I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Goodbye, Steve,” you said, watching his retrieving figure walk outside your door. Only then did you allow yourself to fully cry; with unadulterated wails of pain, anger, longing, jealousy, and loneliness. The worst part of it all? He never even said sorry. 

A/N: There will be no third part but I have seen a couple of requests beating Steve’s ass. I will not be adding that part; trust me, I’ve thought about writing about it but I think the ending now is way better than if we involved Eddie. Thank you for the support & love for this fic! It means a lot to me <3333 steve harrington taglist: @thatfantagirl @cherris-n-peaches @Miyababbby @munsonsuccubus @moistmocca @munsonology @aol19 @undeadgirlsworld @eddiethesexy @weaslyslut01 @captainweirdo42 @chrisshoney @munsonsuccubus  @tiny-bird-of-sunshine get out new version taglist: @sgrantsgf @angstlover222 @madiisixx @omgvirtualcupcakecollection-blog @tiny-bird-of-sunshine @logibearhockey1 @echoautumn @shelbycillian @jadewatling22 @stargir66 @marmalaidee-blog @joworldsstuff @whisperingwillowxox @pariahsparadise @optimisticallygarbage @mosiwil @oddussy420 @heyyimmissunderstood @sierrahhh @cupcake-jj @loveisonlyforthebrave @thatfantagirl @loveisforonlythebrave @eddiel000ver @pandoraneverland @respectmyprivacys-blog @e-munson666 @kennedy-brooke @pumpk1n-writes @eddiesguitarskills @shelbycillian @madiisixx @deftoners @logibearhockey1 @queenanababy @plk-18