#or just do something a little fun that they couldn't/wouldn't have without that prompting

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

i love it when bad is very specifically a good roleplayer by giving other people good prompts. like casually bringing up wilbur now to tallulah. or when he put missa in the petting zoo. or all those times he Tormented the Lesbians so they could protect each other from him. its just so !!!! I love watching roleplayers be considerate of other roleplayers and gleefully hand over something they Know the other person's character can react to. i've seen cellbit do it, too (that time he handed his knife to bbh. oh my god). it's not a rare thing, and it's possible to be a good roleplayer without keeping that sort of considerate back and forth in mind, but its one of my favourite things to notice. foolish does it too, sometimes- i haven't watched him much, but i did take note of when he Made Sure to bring jaiden along with him on a cucurucho quest. and basically every interaction he had with bad when the eggs were missing. its just so so good

[cheeseceli]

Love wins all

Pairing: Jungkook × Gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, comfort, late 40s au, drabble (<1k words).

Prompt: "however big, however small, let me be part of it all. You may be right, you may be wrong, but say you'll bring me along."

Warnings: Both y/n and Jungkook struggle financially, they are married.

A/n: This is a mix of the greatest showman with the notebook (although I never watched the latter) | daily click

"Jungkook, if you let me trip over another rock I swear that I-"

His laugh cut you off, not allowing you to finish your threat towards him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're almost there, I promise."

"You said that a few times already. I miss the light."

You heard his giggles once again. You loved that sound. It never failed to amuse how, even with all difficulties life presents, your lover always managed to find joy in the little things. Like leading you through the sidewalk when your eyes were covered. That seemed to be bringing a lot of fun to him and, although he still hasn't confessed to you where the destination is, claiming this would ruin the surprise, you trusted him enough to literally follow him blindly.

"But we're getting closer every new step, aren't we?"

"I bet people are staring weirdly at us."

"I wouldn't say that."

Now it was your turn to smile, a lighthearted laugh coming out of your lips "we've been walking down this entire road with you covering my eyes, people would be crazy if they didn't find it weird."

"I really don't think it's that weird. Don't worry about that. Instead, focus on this."

With that, Jungkook slowly took off his hands from your eyes and placed you in front of the destination.

As your eyes got used to light once again, you saw a house in front of you. It was simple: a single floor, rather small, with visible dust and some broken stairs. It seemed abandoned for a while, but it had this cozy charm. It seemed like a lovely house, one you would love to visit given the right circumstances. "Where are we?"

"At our home."

You looked at him, speechless, only to find a quite anxious yet very smiley Jungkook. His eyes shone as you looked at them. "Surprise," he nervously giggled.

"You bought this house?"

"I did. I've told you I'd give you a good life once you married me, hadn't I?" not even once he stopped looking at you, trying to understand your reaction through your glossy eyes "I mean, the house is not very big and it needs some adjustments... A lot of them, maybe. But it's ours."

You couldn't believe it. Not once in your life you would've expected this. When you married Jungkook, you never expected gold nor glory. None of you never even saw it throughout your lives, and you genuinely think that you could die without it as long as you had Jungkook's love.

When your lover told you as a wedding vow that he would do the unimaginable to give you a proper life, you knew he was true to his words. But still, him buying a goddamn house for the both of you was not in your plans. As he promised you, you couldn't have ever imagined it.

And yet, here you are: seeing the man you love the most guaranteeing a home to keep your love safe for the following years, all while looking at you like you are the most precious thing in the place, even when considering the current situation.

You really were at a loss of words, but maybe you kept quiet for too long, as now Jungkook was getting nervous. He didn't plan your silence. He didn't think you would've cried. He wished you had at least smiled a bit. But you were seriously looking at him, tears threatening to spill at any second. Did you not like it?

"I know I should've bought the house with you... It's just that I wanted to make a surprise. If you don't like it, then I can... I don't know, I can come up with something to-" you hugged him. Tighter than you have ever hugged him before, maybe just not comparing to how you embraced him when he proposed.

He then remembers that your reaction at the moment was the same back then: speechless at his will to build a future with you.

"I love it, Kook. I love the surprise. I love the house. I love you."

This time he is the one who couldn't come up with things to say. He could never get tired of hearing you say things like that. So he hugged you tighter, bringing you closer to where his heart beats, maybe in an attempt to keep you and your sweet words with him for longer.

Maybe you would never be rich. Maybe you would never wear brand clothes and live in fancy houses, with expensive cars and food. But you had a home. You had each other. And you could never think of anything else you longed for. Your life was complete, and maybe that was the rarest thing to find, yet you and him did.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: 7:44 pm

Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana @lelewright1234

Dividers by @adornedwithlight | images 1, 2 and 3

[meanbossart]

ASK COMPILATION: LORE, CHARACTERIZATION, AND THE ONE IN WHICH I RUIN A BUNCH OF PEOPLE'S FUN

As usual, this is far from all of the asks in my inbox but I'm trying to catch up 😩thank you everyone for your patience!

For the record, if your ask isn't being answered, that most likely means one of three things:

I am saving it as a possible art prompt.

I sincerely don't have a very interesting or good reply for it yet!

It's a question I have been asked multiple times/the answer is in my pinned post.

Glad you like them!!

As much as I don't limit what I draw to canonical events, vampirism is so antithetical to DU drow's character journey that I couldn't really envision it, to be honest, but who knows! Maybe I'll cook up some Ascended Astarion scenario someday that is kind of a role-reversal of the Bhaalist DU Drow AU I have going on in tandem to the story.

I'll be honest, this is one of the rare times where I'm really not sure which aspect of DU drow's weirdness this is in reference to. Do you know something I don't? 😅

His masochism is very... Classic, I guess? He's in it for the pain and for the emotional connection, and the process of being pierced wouldn't cut it whatsoever, it's too subtle. The body modifications he has are an incidental result of it, but they were never really the goal.

Also having stuff dangling off his face or body would just irritate him, he specifically only does rings because all other types of jewellery get in the way too much. Pre-tadpole Bhaalist drow obviously wore them by the ton, but only as a symbol of status and because he had a permanent new-money complex🤷 so yeah not a piercing-type of character at all, sorry!

He's smooth from the eyelashes-down and profoundly weirded out by body hair LOL

I don't personally think that whatever Astarion had for a home before would bear my resemblance to it after 200 years - having probably gone through several owners, remodeled, if not completely lost to the destruction of the end-game. I do HC that he used to visit it whenever he could as an enthralled spawn to read his mail, but he stopped after his father passed.

THANK YOU, I THINK? I can't say that isn't a passionate description at least!

I'm honestly surprised that this comes up as often as it does LOL but it's just an stylistic choice on my end!

The latter - for sure. He figured that them dying at each other's hands at the end was a given and took that assumption entirely for granted (and I'm sure daydreamed about it often while Gortash went on and on about political strategy during their dinner meetings.)

;))) way ahead of you and by "way ahead" I mean "eventually and whenever I can figure out when to do it alongside the other 30 ideas I am currently juggling" (but I really do want to make a little comic out of it!)

He used them! Not immediately, but he grew to trust the guardian after some initial suspicion and happily gobbled up those squirmy little things alongside Astarion. Because I made his character on a whim and without any planned backstory, I didn't really put any thought into his Guardian's appearance either, so she's just a human woman with a Joan of Arc look going on who's of no significance to him or his past.

But DU drow did trust her, again not immediately but eventually. It was honestly a big kick in the gut to him when the Emperor revealed himself and it definitely set their relationship up to fail from the get-go.

This is also why he didn't ascend to the next stage of Ilithid power, he just stomped the thing dead right on the spot LOL

LMAO I think Gortash is too proud to chase a tail he can't catch like that

He was probably very overwhelmed by the sudden realization that OH, THIS IS ALL HAPPENING BECAUSE OF ME which naturally didn't come across whatsoever to anyone present since he immediately bottled it up and tucked it away out of sight. However, as the story progressed and DU drow helped his friends get out of their respective pickles he was probably able to justify it to himself as it having been for the greater good - since it led to Astarion being freed from his master and Shadowheart to defying the Sharrans.

As for all of the rest of the ensued destruction and death that resulted from it? Well you can't make an omelette without cracking some eggs, or whatever is the wizard version of that saying. He has essentially turned the entire situation into a net-positive in his mind and sleeps great at night because of it.

[mcflymemes]

FOURTH WING PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the book by rebecca yarros, adjust as necessary

a dragon without its rider is a tragedy. a rider without their dragon is dead.

i'm used to functioning in pain.

that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.

have you always been this tall?

if we let fear kill whatever this is between us, then we don't deserve it.

dragon relationships are absolutely incomprehensible.

tell him if he harms you, i'll scorch the ground where he stands.

i'm calling out for you.

i thought you said kissing me was a mistake.

you are the smartest of your year.

dragons always know.

funny how people rename everything that makes them feel uncomfortable.

what changed?

you make it hard to look away.

if you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, i would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

it's hard to love a second home as much as the first.

why would you say that?

that does limit it a bit.

i am completely, utterly obsessed with [name].

even when i'm not with you, there's only you.

i can't seem to stay away.

kiling you wouldn't be any trouble.

we can live as cowards or die as riders.

i'm just not as strong as other riders.

i know exactly who and what you are.

i don't deserve you. but i'm going to keep you all the same.

strength of courage is more important than physical strength.

even temples can be rebuilt, but books cannot be rewritten.

i will not run.

you're not going to handle me?

what are you waiting for?

you turned oranges into a weapon?

thank you for being my shadow.

it's not fun if you expect it.

i am annoyingly aware of everything you do.

don't borrow tomorrow's trouble.

there is no me without you.

i wouldn't be standing here if i'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome.

i am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been.

you still love me. it's possible.

i'm not afraid of hard work, especially not when i know just how sweet the rewards are.

i am infinite.

which one are you calling out for?

it's been my honor.

i'm so wildly in love with you that i can't imagine what my life would even look like without you in it.

if we're doing this, then we're starting from a place of complete honesty.

you never considered that it was you i couldn't stay away from?

coming in last is better than coming in dead.

i would rather lose this entire war than live without you.

if that means i have to prove myself over and over, then i'll do it.

you gave me your heart, and i'm keeping it.

hope is a fickle, dangerous thing.

you look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?

i'm going to keep you. you're mine.

thank you for being my friend.

none of this is worth it without you.

you're making us look bad. stop it.

i've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.

lies are comforting. truth is painful.

it's just you and me in this room, and i don't share.

the right way isn't the only way.

i will not die today.

one generation to change the text. one generation chooses to teach that text. the next grows, and the lie becomes history.

you can't make me fall for you and then die.

going for blood today, are we?

[coffeeghoulie]

Hello! I dont see a will and wonts write list so please feel free to delete this if you're not comfortable or interested!!

Dew is craving comfort and closeness but feels like he has to earn that rather then deserve it. He agrees to a harder bdsm scene then he's typically comfortable with or a kink he's said no to in the past because he knows that'll warrent him plenty of aftercare and he's made his partner happy by doing something he typically wouldn't.

Thinking Raindrop but completely open to any ideas you may have and anywhere you want to take it 🫶

one day I will write out a proper pinned post. one day lol.

But thank you for this, this prompt was very fun to work with. I had a lot of ideas for this and not all of them made it in. Someday ;).

Content warning for choking, Rain's tentacle, subdrop, and safeword use.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Dew doesn't know how he got here.

That's a lie. He knows exactly how he wound up on his back in Rain's nest, the water ghoul's long, elegant fingers wrapped firmly around his throat.

He'd woken up feeling strange, a deep, desperate ache at the very core of him. It made him feel listless, drifting outside of his body and needing to be put back into it. He knows how to fix it, but couldn't get his damn mouth to cooperate and ask. Hates being dishonest about his intentions but it burned deep in his chest, hotter than his magick and boiling his blood.

Dew can play the game. He knows who to go to. Aether will see right through him, gently chastising him for pushing his own limits instead of being honest, and Mountain's in the same boat. Even though he's looking for something cruel, Swiss likes to try and push a little too much on good days, and Dew knows what he can take but that's not what he's really looking for right now. Aeon's a little too inexperienced with what exactly Dew's seeking out, so as much as he loves the little voidling, they're off the table too.

Cumulus is too good at not taking bullshit, and Cirrus is in the same boat. And he loves indulging Aurora's desires, but she's in Aeon's boat experience-wise.

Which leaves Rain. And Rain is always down to play this little game.

It starts at practice. Running blocking for Year Zero, Dew creeps up behind Rain. The water ghoul looks mouthwateringly good, a dark flannel loose and open over a black cropped shirt, black jeans torn at the knee.

He stalks up, pressing his chest against Rain's back. Dew delights in the way Rain's head tips back, iridescent black waves spilling over his shoulder. He trails his spindly fingers up up up until he can wrap his hand around the column of Rain's throat.

Rain's hum buzzes against his palm, and the water ghoul turns as Dew presses his lips to his finned ear. It's the game on stage, Dew saying the most depraved shit he can think of, trying to get Rain to break in front of the crowd.

To Dew's dismay, Rain has never broken once. But maybe today.

Dew leans in, chapped lips brushing up against the fins on his ear. "I want you to choke me the way I pretend to choke you, make me fucking take it," he whispers, pulling away quickly to hit his next mark.

Rain isn't masked right now. Dew takes great delight in the way Rain's head whips around to follow him. His cerulean eyes are wide and pupils blown, a rich saltwater scent radiating from him. Dew's got him exactly where he wants him, hook line and sinker.

When practice ends, Dew pretends he doesn't notice Rain following close behind down the hallways back to the ghoul den. But the moment Dew gets his bedroom door open, Rain's shoving him through, slamming the door behind them and shoving Dew up against it by the chest.

Dew grins even as he's dragged up the wood, toes just barely touching the ground.

"What's gotten into you, Dewey?" Rain purrs dangerously, serrated teeth close to his ear. "You never want to submit for me, at least not without a fight. And you never want to be choked," His breath is hot against his skin, and Dew's head thuds against the door as he bares his throat, scars on full display.

"Mmph, what's wrong with that?" Dew snarks, squirming his hips against Rain's body. He wonders if she'll come out to play tonight. "Why not change it up for fun?"

"It's not like you," Rain says, eyes searching Dew's face for something. Dew isn't sure what he finds, but whatever it is, it's enough. Rain lunges in for a hungry kiss, gills flaring open on his throat as he shoves off his flannel. Dew kisses back just as eagerly, going dizzy with it, pulling at the hem of Rain's shirt. Spindly fingers dip just under the waistband of Rain's jeans, and Rain bites at his bottom lip.

The next thing Dew knows is falling back onto his bed, the tie holding his hair back finally giving and letting his hair halo his head. Rain almost snarls, pressing biting kisses down the column of Dew's throat. He marks up a clavicle as he yanks off Dew's pants and underwear in one fell swoop.

Dew gasps, laughing breathlessly at the cold air on his cunt. He hitches his legs wider on the mattress, giving Rain space to bully closer. Somewhere along the way Rain had lost the rest of his clothing as well.

Dew bites his lip hard, arching as he feels slick, cool skin pressing against his mound. Rain's already soaked, and Dew's halfway there too.

"You wanted me to make you take it?" Rain whispers coldly in Dew's ear. He nods frantically, his mind already starting to haze in the best way. "Do you want me to make you take her?"

Dew chitters and his tail pads against the mattress like a broken kickdrum pedal. Rain's a vision above him, the way his hair falls in waves over his shoulders, the darkness in his eyes like the deepest pools in the Pit. He bares his serrated teeth in a hint of a snarl, and Dew has flashes of thought, recalling exactly how they feel buried in his skin.

"Asked you a question, Dewey," Rain says, shoving Dew further up the mattress so he can settle on his knees between his spread legs. His cunt seeps slick onto the covers. That's a worry for Later Dew. "I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me. I'm not Aeth."

Dew tips his head back, short horns digging into the mattress as he bares his throat. "Make me take her," he gasps. "Make me take her while you choke me."

"Good boy," Rain grins, shining shark teeth, and grinds his cunt against Dew's. It's slippery and cool against his overheated skin, and Dew keens like he's been hit as Rain starts to grind. "We gotta get her to come out, and then I'll choke you good and proper."

Dew nods, gasping each time their cocks catch and rub against each other. It's slick and obscene. The last rational thought in his head is about how much laundry he's going to need to do when they're done.

He does the best he can to rut his hips up into Rain's, watching the way the water ghoul's face contorts in bliss, teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip. "She's coming, Dewey," Rain gasps at a particularly sweet roll of his hips. "She's gonna say hi."

Dew arches clean up off of the bed with a keen. "Oh fuck, please, please, please!"

There's a slick, wet noise, a curious pressure sliding through Dew's folds. Rain's eyes roll back into his head as he groans. "There she is," he shudders, the tentacle moving with a mind of her own. The tip presses into Dew's warmth, but his cry is muffled by Rain's hand wrapping around his throat.

His copper eyes go wide, staring hazily up at Rain as the tentacle presses deeper and deeper, probing and filling him so good. The press of Rain's fingers into the sides of his throat make his head spin. Callouses from playing dig just right into his gill scars, and he squeezes around the tentacle as she squirms inside of him. Rain rolls his hips into Dew's, fucking him deep and slow and intense.

"Fuck, baby," Rain hisses, pressing a filthy kiss to Dew's lips, parted in a gasp. "So fucking tight."

Dew keens as the tentacle fills him up, twisting and coiling. A sucker presses just right into the sweet spot behind his dick. He tries to scream, but Rain's elegant fingers dig harder and harder into the sides of his throat, cutting off the noise.

For a while, all Dew knows is the salty taste of Rain's lips on his, his panting breaths in his ear. The soft struggle of drawing a full breath. The maddening press of her inside of him. His mind, for a moment, is quiet.

And then he notices it welling up in the back of his throat. Hellfire. Ash. Rain's fingers dig into the scars where his gills used to flutter open. He can't breathe. Rain's not even choking him that hard and he can't breathe.

They're changing him, he's burning and his gills aren't working and-

Dew swallows hard and feels his throat work against the flat of Rain's palm. He steels himself against his panic, watching Rain's face. The water ghoul's lost in pleasure, his pupils blown wide, a thin ring of cerulean all that's visible.

He can be good. Dew knows how to stop this but he wants to be good more than he wants to breathe. He can be good for his Rainy, knows that he'll be so sweet to him after he's done. He just has to make his Rainy cum, he can do that, he can be good. He writhes underneath Rain's body, knows he can play it off as pleasure.

Dew focuses on schooling his expression, whining and biting his lip even as his tail coils around his own thigh, digging in.

He can see Rain's brow furrow, sees his lips move but his ears are ringing too loudly for him to make out the words. The grip on his throat releases. Rain's hips stop moving. Even she freezes inside of him, mind of her own.

Even as the oxygen rushes through his system, Dew scrabbles at Rain's hand, trying to pull him back. "No, don't, you weren't done-" He wheezes, freezing when he sees the look on Rain's face. His chest heaves.

"Did you hear me, Dew?" he asks, voice gentle. He cards his fingers through sweat-sticky hair, knuckles running against the obsidian of his horns. "I called red."

Dew scrambles to prop himself up on his elbows, eyes wide in horror. "Shit, pearl, what's wrong?" he stammers. bringing a shaking hand to touch Rain's cheek.

He chuckles, a little sad. "Not for me, baby. Well, kind of. You were somewhere outside of your body and I got scared when you wouldn't respond."

Dew swallows past the lump in his throat. "Shit, I'm-"

Rain tsks softly. "Don't apologize. Are you alright?"

He takes a moment, swallowing. The acrid taste of smoke is gone from his tongue, but if he really focuses... "I'm back here," Dew assures. He knows it's a nonanswer, but it's the best he's got without completely spilling his guts all over the bed.

Rain knows it too, but doesn't press. He will later, but Dew loses himself in the way Rain's fingers don't stop moving in his hair. "Glad to have you back," he whispers, rolling them over so Dew's curled up against Rain's side, his head on Rain's collarbone. "Let me be sweet to you for a while, please don't put up a fight about it."

He presses a kiss between Dew's horns, and his heart finally loosens in his chest. He feels Rain's body tense when he keens. His spiked tail pads against the bed, and Rain's grip on him tightens.

"Oh," he whispers, breath rustling against Dew's scalp. "I see."

"Mmph?" Dew chirrups, blinking up at Rain.

"I really think we need to talk about this later, Dewey," Rain whispers. His other hand settles over the knobs of Dew's spine, rubbing a slow path up and down. "But I think, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you want this. You want this and either can't ask for it or think you don't deserve this kind of treatment so you have to earn it."

Dew's silent, shutting his eyes so he doesn't have to meet Rain's. "Thought you said we'd talk later," he tries to quip, but it lands flat.

Rain purrs, pulling him closer. "I'm more than happy to treat you soft, ripple. You don't need to earn it. I know it's hard, but I will give it to you."

Dew presses closer, can feel more than hear the steadiness of Rain's heartbeat. The way his gills flutter as he breathes. "Thank you, Rain," he whispers, trying to put everything he can't say into it.

Rain smiles, starts to purr. "I love you too, Dewdrop."

[aayakashii]

hi!! for the kissing prompts could i request 35 with any of the vagastrom boys?

congrats on 200!!!

I chose Sho for this one!! I hope you like it!! I actually really like this one lol so I hope the reader will like it too <(_ _)>

❤️35 a kiss against a wall

“Please?”

“No.”

“Come on, senpai. Please!”

“I don’t want to go, Sho!”

The white haired boy tugged on your arms, a pout on his face and deadly puppy eyes attacking you mercilessly as he begged you to go out with him and Leo.

“Please! I want to take you there with me.”

“Why?” you narrowed your eyes, suspecting his every motive.

“Well… because…” Sho stumbled on his words, not really knowing how to tell you he wanted to take you with him, just because he wanted your company, without sounding too desperate.

“Sho” you sighed, running a hand through your hair, exasperated “I am not much for parties… I think you already can tell that by… like… how I EXIST and all.”

“We can leave quickly! Promise” Sho didn’t let go of your arm, adamant on convincing you. He needed you there or he just wouldn’t have fun.

“Leo won't want to leave quickly.” you raised an eyebrow.

“He can take care of himself.” he shrugged.

“Oh boy. This won’t work out…”

“Come oooonnnnn, senpai. Can’t believe you just won’t do this ONE THING for your very own kouhai. Your only one!” Sho tried to feign hurt, clearly aiming to tug at your heartstrings.

“I have Ren.” you said, raising one finger.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I also have Ritsu and Lyca” you raised two other fingers “Oh and I’m sure you also remember a first year named Leo too? Maybe you don’t know, he’s very quiet and introverted.” you finished, raising another finger.

“Okay, damn. I meant your FAVORITE one then.” Sho said, brows and nose scrunched in annoyance.

You sighed and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning, not missing the way you did not deny him being your favorite.

“Okay.” you said, defeated “But we'll leave quickly okay?”

Sho pumped a fist into the air.

“Nice, senpai! Okay! A promise is a promise.” he said, twiddling his pinky finger in your direction.

You were pretty sure this would be an awful idea.

Awful idea.

The place was packed and you never felt older. It was like you were possessed by some 80 years old little grandma with arthritis that hated loud noises, because all of that was extremely overwhelming to you.

You did your best not to frown, but the way you stuck like glue to Sho's side was very telling.

“Let's go to the bar, get some drinks and stay there a little” Sho yelled into your ear right after Leo sauntered away into the crowd, where some people apparently recognized him.

You nodded and desperately grabbed his hand as he opened the way for you both, completely missing the little blush that graced his face and the tip of his ears.

You silently snuck your earbuds in your ears to muffle the dizzying screech of electronic music and heaved a sigh of relief when it actually dampened the sound. You hoped Sho wouldn't find it rude or something like that, but you just couldn't function when everything was so much louder than your own thoughts

The bar was packed as well, but it was the only place available for you to sit, since most of the place was just the cramped dancefloor and a few sofas here and there, on the darkest corners of the room – all occupied by suspicious looking men and women.

Sho yelled something to the barman, quickly finding two very precarious stools for the both of you to sit. Oh, this was awful. The things you do for love.

You shook your head right after that thought crossed your mind, not willing to think about your feelings for the man right beside you in the worst place possible.

Suddenly, as if to distract you from these thoughts, a pink-red drink was slid right in front of you. You turned to Sho in order to thank him, but he was squinting his eyes at the distant crowd, with his own drink in his hands. He looked back at you and leaned towards your ear.

"I have to talk to a few friends. They're over there, it'll be quick!" he yelled into your ear and you felt your whole body freeze. Oh, just great. So he was going to let you fend for yourself in a place you hated?

"No!" you grabbed his hand "Don't leave me alone!"

Sho frowned at your reaction.

"It'll be quick, senpai! I promise! I'll just say hello and come back to you. I won't let you be alone for too long, okay?" he said as he removed your hand from him.

You furrowed your brows and frowned, your anger quite clear on your features.

"I'm never going out with you to a club ever again!" you yelled to his back as he walked towards the mass of dancing strangers, and he quickly looked back at you, apologetic (though you hardly believed he heard you through the music).

"Great. Just great." you mumbled to yourself once you were alone, and turned to face the bar counter.

That was another reason for you to hate clubs and parties. Whenever your friends invited you, you tried to make them promise they wouldn't leave you alone, but every single time, without fail, they seemed to disappear amongst the crowd and leave you to fend for yourself despite your anxiety and hatred of big crowds.

You were kinda used to it, to be honest. You just didn't expect Sho, of all people, to do the exact same thing.

You sighed, staring at your empty glass. It had already been 20 minutes and no sign of Sho coming back. You were debating just up and leaving, but you'd give him just 10 more minutes to see if he was going to disappoint you for real or not.

Once you decided on your course of action, you felt a sudden presence near your shoulder.

“Don't like loud music either?”

You jumped as someone leaned towards you by your side. They raised their hands, as if they wanted to prove their harmlessness, and quickly pointed to his own ears.

“You don't like loud music either?” they repeated and, upon closer inspection, you noticed they also had earbuds in. You relaxed into a smile and nodded.

“Were you dragged here by friends as well?” you asked the stranger, who also relaxed when they saw you smile.

They nodded. “Yeah but now they're mingling with people over there and I was left alone here.”

“Oh, same!” you exclaimed and raised your hand, inviting them to do a high five.

They laughed and you two continued the conversation. His name was Tatsu and he was pretty much on the same boat as you. He had been convinced by some friends to go to the club despite hating that type of place, only to be left to his own devices as soon as they arrived there.

Tatsu was a pleasant man, and genuinely just seemed desperate for some company in that unknown place. You couldn't say you didn't understand and, honestly, you began deeply sympathizing with him the more you two talked and the longer Sho took to come back to you.

You knew you were a handful in those types of social situations – not everyone wants to babysit – but you wished extroverted people like Sho at least tried to understand how hard it is to be an anxious person in the most anxiety-inducing type of place.

Unbeknownst to you, he was very much regretting that whole ordeal.

Sho's friends were a handful, much like Leo. Perhaps there was a whole pattern there, but he wasn't very willing to analyze that at the moment.

As soon as he got to their circle, just to say hi, they began pushing him towards other people, egging him on to flirt with randos he definitely didn't care about. They always did this.

Sho liked to go to the club for the drinks, the music, the friends. He never really cared about hooking up with unknown people. He didn't see what fun Leo and his other friends saw in pushing their tongues down the throats of people they would probably never see again.

But his sticking out like a sore thumb annoyed them, so they kept on pressuring him to “just go and do it, it's easy, you're a handsome guy, you'll get anyone super easy”. Apparently his type of fun was wrong and they wanted to hammer him down just like a nail that's out of place.

Perhaps this is why he wanted to take you with him so badly. You'd understand him and what he would like to do. You definitely wouldn't pressure him into doing something he didn't want to do… like he did… with you… when he pressured you into going to the club with him.

Well, well. The hypocrisy.

“Shit” he thought, turning around on his heels and ignoring the voices of his friends calling out to him. If they wanted to say something that wasn't about fucking and making out like a bunch of perverts, they could just send him a message. And it's not like anything that came out of their mouths mattered anyway.

Pushing his way through the crowd, he slowly went back to the bar, readying a whole apology speech to you, thinking about which drink he could order for you and which snacks you would like.

His thoughts came to a halt when he spotted your figure, still sat on the same barstool, laughing.

Talking to some guy.

Sho's eyebrows furrowed and he felt a ringing inside his ears – the tell tale sign of anger burning inside his veins.

“Who the fuck is that.” he thought to himself, clenching and unclenching his fists unconsciously, as if he was readying himself for a fight.

You were laughing with some dude, your face closer to him than necessary, giggling like you two had a lifetime of inside jokes Sho would never know of.

It was maddening.

Sho felt his face heat up and his chest hurt as the claws of an unknown feeling, green and ugly, pierced his heart. What was this after all? Just anger? Betrayal?

His feet moved again, quickly, and he stopped right behind you, openly glaring at the man who seemed to have caught your attention.

The man pointed towards him, nodding his head at you, which made you turn around and finally face Sho.

Oh, so you were so focused on the conversation you didn't even notice him standing right behind you, huh?

“Oh! Hey, Sho, welcome back! Finally.” You said, with a smile that wasn't as wide as the one you were giving that random asshole just a few seconds ago.

“Come.” Sho grabbed your wrist and pulled you in the opposite direction of the bar, not waiting for your answer.

“Huh? Ah, wait! Bye, Tatsu!” you yelled at the man who was left behind at the bar. Sho's frown deepened.

“Bye! I'll see if I can find you on instagram later!” he answered. “Not if I fucking kill you first you fucking asshole” Sho thought, gritting his teeth.

You followed Sho without much protest, which was the littlest balm for his rage, but still not enough to quench it. He kicked the back door to the club open and stepped outside, pulling you with him to feel the fresh, cold air out of that cramped space.

You breathed deeply and stretched for a second, before Sho caged you between him and the club's wall right behind your back.

You looked at him, eyes wide.

“What's wrong?”

His breathing was ragged, as if he had just run a whole marathon and you – you seemed genuinely confused at his behavior. Your hand went up to touch his reddened cheeks and he leaned against it. You could feel the heat emanate from his skin.

“Do you have a fever?” You asked, putting your other hand on his forehead and then cupping his cheeks.

Sho's breaths slowed down and he held your hands in place.

“Who was that guy?” he managed to ask.

“Who? Oh, Tatsu?” Sho frowned again at the mention of his name “I don't know. We just talked while you were out. He was abandoned by his friends too.”

Sho winced at the “too”.

“I didn't abandon you.” he said, with an angry pout. You giggled at his expression and his shoulders sagged just a little bit.

“Well, maybe expecting you not to leave my side at all was asking too much, but you did take a long time to come back.”

Sho opened and closed his mouth, wordlessly.

“You look like a fish” you teased, squishing his cheeks against your hands.

Suddenly, he felt extremely silly. You were only talking to that guy because he left you there. You weren't just up and leaving him for someone else. He created that mess. Which, apparently, you didn't even think was an actual mess, if your behavior was anything to go by.

He sighed loudly.

“Senpai… I'm sorry.” He mumbled.

“What for?” you dropped your arms to the side.

“For leaving your side for more than a second.” he stared deeply into your eyes, and you knew he was serious.

“Okay.” You smiled “You're forgiven.”

“Don't trust any other guy to keep you company then. Only me.” he finished, with a downcast expression.

You couldn't suppress the grin that formed in your lips.

“Is this all because you were jealous of that guy?”

“I wasn't jeal-” he began, and interrupted himself once he looked back at you.

No, yeah, who was he lying to. That green and ugly feeling was definitely jealousy, he thought.

He looked to the side, a sudden redness spreading through his face.

“You weren't what?” you nudged him to continue.

Sho's gaze snapped back at you and he leaned forward, quickly, clumsily smashing his lips against yours as he pinned you closer against the wall. As fast as the kiss began, it ended and both his and your lips were a bright shade of red at the end.

“Yeah" he said, breathlessly "I was jealous, what about it?” he rested his forehead against yours, pouting as he looked at the redness he left on your lips.

“Nothing, nothing” you giggled “Can we go home now?”

He nodded.

“Oh, for sure. Please, let's go home” he firmly grabbed your waist, leading you through the alleyway besides the club and towards the main street, where Bonnie was parked.

You scooted closer to his tall frame and he grabbed your waist tighter, possessively.

You smiled to yourself at the thought of your cute kouhai clinging to you in his jealousy.

Maybe going to the godforsaken club wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[buckyalpine]

Ok so I have a request, but bear with me because I can’t find the prompt list I had seen about it 😩

Basically it was about how in real life, things happen or go wrong during sex that make it more silly. There was a whole list of things that might happen, but I can only remember two of them. One was like someone being too ticklish and the other was body parts making weird noises. Hopefully you at least get the picture with those two examples 😂

I love the idea of sex being fun and silly sometimes and thought it would be really sweet with Bucky :)

18+ This is so cute. I love all of this so much. Awkward sex positions. Queefs. 

Bucky giggled.

Giggled.

You looked up at him with curious eyes, a devilish little smile flashed across your face as you went back for the same spot. Your lips nipped and teased his neck where he was most sensitive, making him squirm and wriggle under you.

"It tickles!!" He tucked his chin against his chest, his face flushed from smiling while you straddled him with an amused look on your face.

"I didn't know super soldiers were so ticklish" You grinned, poking his side, making him yelp. He grabbed you and flipped you over, trapping you under him.

"Mhm, and what about you baby" You squealed at the feeling of his beard rubbing in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to wiggle away from him while he held you down, laughing and nuzzling his face into your more. "Do I get to feel all of you now sweet girl" 

He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, his hard length pressed against your tummy, precum making a mess on your skin. You moaned softly, nodding and spreading your legs for him.

"Ow" Your face scrunched slightly, as he spread your legs a little further, your body not as warmed up and flexible as since it was still earlier in the day. 

"Sorry sweets, you okay?" You hummed as he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, pushing his cock into you slowly. "You feel perfect angel" He started off slow, feeling your body with his hands, smiling against your skin each time you clung onto him harder. 

"Faster baby" You moaned, pulling him down to kiss his sweet lips, your arms draped around his shoulders. He pounded you against the mattress, his cock slamming in and out of you, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. 

"Come here baby" He pulled out of you, yanking you and bending you over the bed, stuffing his cock right back in you to fuck you from behind. 

How you hated the switch from missionary to doggy.

You adored how Bucky could hit your exact spot, except it usually also came with him literally fucking air into you in the process. You blinked, groaning at the way your body just refused to cooperate while with each thrust, the sound that kept escaping your pussy wasn���t something that could be hidden. 

Bucky giggled. 

With each thrust, he couldn’t help but snicker at the sound while admiring the soft flesh of your ass jiggle each time he pulled your hips back. 

"Did you just laugh?!" You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your boyfriend trying to hold in his little giggles while giving you gentle thrusts.

"Can't help it baby" He shrugged, massaging your thighs, his mind now wandering to something else he had wanted to try for a while. "Can-can I fuck you against the wall?"

You blinked back him while he bit his lip, hoping you'd say yes. He was still learning about things he enjoyed during sex and you were the safest most loving person he had ever been with. 

"Don't drop me Barnes" You nodded, standing up and padding over to a wall that wasn't near anything so you wouldn't knock anything over.

"I won't drop you" Bucky scoffed, you weighed nothing to him. It wasn't until you were in his arms did he realize it wasn't weight that was an issue and that there was an art to fucking one against the wall.

"How-how do i-" He grunted, lifting you with both arms, when realizing he wasn’t skilled enough just yet to put his dick in you without using his hand. He tried for a second, awkwardly rubbing his tip against your pussy while you held onto him for dear life, unable to understand how anyone enjoyed this position when it took so much effort. 

“Is it in yet?”

“I would know if it was in Bucky” 

“Damn right you would” Cocky bastard. 

“Will you stop priding yourself in your dick size for a second and just use your hand to stick it in” 

“Greedy now aren’t we” 

“Barnes, just use your hand to put it in and fuck me” 

Bucky snorted, managing to shift you so he held you up with his metal arm, lining his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you, both of you gasping at the feeling as he filled you, both hands now gripping onto your ass and thighs. 

Once he got into the rhythm, he couldn't help but lose himself, loving the way you moaned and fluttered around him, the soft thumps against the wall only spurring him on more. Now you understood why people loved this position. 

"I'm gona-f-fuck I'm gonna cum" He moaned, his cock throbbing, fucking you faster, sweat beading at his forehead.

"Hold it, fuck keep going Bucky! Don’t stop-" You whined but it was too late, fuck you felt too good.

It was like a cum now button as soon as you told him don’t stop, keep going, his balls tightened against his body, cum bursting out of his cock, spilling his load into you. 

"I-HNggg-FucK I’m cumming” He moaned, stilling his movements, panting while still holding you up. "Sorry" He blushed, smiling shy at you while you snorted, shaking your head. 

"I told you to keep going!"

"Well, why do you feel so good" He rolled your eyes, carrying you over and dropping you onto the bed, throwing your thighs over his shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your soaked clit. 

"Now hold still while I make you cum pretty girl"

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can we get prompt number 17: first kiss with ghost? :)))) thanks in advance

Number 17: first kiss

Something short and sweet for you guys

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: extreme fluff

If Simon was asked what he thought the most beautiful thing in the world was, he wouldn't hesitate to say your name. It was cheesy, especially for a man who was anything but romantic in life, unable to really see the point in grand gestures and written poetry of love fill words. The seemed pointless, a material, shallow expression of love when it could be done in much better ways.

He thought that his entire life really, not having a good example of what true love should look in his life, but then it changed when he met you.

The more he got to know you the more he began to realize why so many people wrote poems declaring their eternal love for someone, why words weren't enough to show just how much love there was for somebody, how someone could wish to be next to another even after death because the mere thought of being separated was too much.

He couldn't believe he felt so much of it for you but there was no way he could ever ask himself to love you in such a small quantity, not when you deserved the moon, the entire universe itself.

Simon couldn't take his eyes off you as you enjoyed yourself inside the small pub, completely enamored by you once again, as if you were the only one in a room full of other people.

You were beautiful, shining bright in the dimly lit pub as if you were a star across the night sky. A smile was stretched across your face as you spoke with the others, your laughter traveling through the air and just barely gracing his ears, pouring into his chest and making the corners of his lips upturn under his mask.

He would do anything for you just to keep you this happy. He loved you even when you weren't but seeing you happy was enough for him to believe that there was something good in this world.

You looked away from the other and immediately made eye contact with Simon. He watched your eyes widened slightly, as if you didn't expect him to be staring at you, and he thought you would've looked away but you didn't.

Instead, you set your finished drink down and said something to the others before you made your way over to him with that smile still on your face.

Simon watched you intently and felt his chest warm up more as you stood in front of him, warmth and friendliness spread across your face.

"You seem to be enjoy yourself." You said and he nodded without looking away from you.

"How 'bout you?" He wondered, the answer obvious but it was hard for him to come up with anything else when you were staring at him like that and he wasn't making an effort to control his emotions.

"Oh, yeah. It nice to relax after such a long mission."

He had to agree with you on that. He wasn't one to go out much but tonight he was having a good time for once, especially when he got to see you have fun too.

"Care to join me outside for a bit?" You offered and he was already stepping away from the bar. "Figured I should get some fresh air."

"Needed a smoke anyway." He lied and gestured for you to lead the way.

Outside away from the noise and in the cool night air, he felt a little more relaxed, especially when you were pressed up against him. Your warmth was enough to take the chill away from his clothes and skin, his shoulders slumping forward as he leaned some of his weight back onto you, an attempt to get a better feel of you against him.

Simon didn't make a move to get out a cigarette, too distracted by you. His attention was split between the night sky that unfortunately was void of stars due to the streetlights, and you as you stood beside him in comfortable silence.

He wasn't sure what spurred it on, perhaps it was the silence and the cold, or it was the night sky you both were looking at in hopes that maybe you could see the stars, or maybe it was the fact that he feeling a lot of good emotions, but he had the sudden urge to kiss you.

Not for any other reason than to just feel your lips against his, to know what it would feel like when you pulled him into you and to show you just a fraction of how he felt.

It made him nervous, especially as he looked at you, debating with himself if it was really worth risking everything for one kiss.

When you looked at him, a twinkle in your brilliant eyes, he thought that you were worth everything, every risk imaginable.

"Can I kiss you?"

The words slipped out of his mouth surprisingly easy and despite the fact that his heart went into his ears, he didn't look away from you.

Your eyes widened, surprise written all over your face and he wondered if maybe he overstepped, before a giddy smile split across your face and you turned your body to face him.

"I'd like that."

Simon let out a soft sigh, relief washing over him before he hesitantly raised his mask above his mouth. He stepped closer to you, wrapping and arm around your waist and placing a hand on your cheek as he stared into your eyes, wanting to soak up in the way they softened from his touch.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, gentle, chaste, and slow, a chance to savor the moment and bask in the love that he willingly gave you and that you returned so affectionately. It was sweet and telling of how you both felt about the other, the closeness bringing you both to a state of breathlessness that force you both to lean away from each other.

You both stared at each other, smiling like love stricken fools.

The last first kiss you'd both ever have.

A/N: couldn't help but get cheesy. Sorry for the cringe but I love me some simp Simon

[pupyuj]

ena bestie haha...im erm CURIOUS (totally) abt kitty liz and her experiment 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 PLEASE WRITE IT WHEN YOURE FREE OR HAVE INSPO JSKSJDJDJDJD LOVE YOU

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hehehehe ilysm gooseyyyy this is so so late 😭😭😭😭 but better late than never bcs i see you guys missing kitty lizzy in my inbox 👀

it was one of the rare times that jiwonie was willing to truly try anything and everything her mommy wanted :(( she always gets like that whenever she realizes that you’ve had a rough day and just want an obedient little plaything to have fun with it—and that jiwon became!

it started out so sweet :(( kissing her and caressing her softly, gently marking her up while whispering affirmations and praises against her skin… the way her cute kitty ears moved every time you did anything was so adorable :(( but it only got even more exciting when you stripped her down, told her to lay down on the bed face down in the pillow and restrained her hands behind her waist 🤭🤭 cute little jiwonie was nervous and it showed with the way her body shook w both anticipation and fear… and more on the latter emotion when you blindfolded her w your favourite baby blue blindfold 😳

one would think that kitty jiwon wouldn't like it when her mommy does things so slow when she's needy... but jiwon actually loves it! feeling your hands explore her body the way you know it best, leaving kisses all over her back as one of your hands steadily made its way down to her dripping core.. kitty always gets wetter than normal whenever she couldn't see what's being done to her, and she loves it! “thank you for letting me do this, baby… let me reward you now.” and the reward is plunging your fingers deep inside her cunt without further warning, making her gasp loudly followed by a cute mewl 🥺🥺

jiwonie whimpering and wetting her blindfold with tears while you fucked her slowly but deeply 🫢 she could easily free herself from the restraints on her wrists so she can keep herself stable on the bed but you could see that she resisted the urge just for you—truly the best kitty ever 😣 you liked watching her cat ears stiffen every time you thrust your fingers inside her cunt, each and every moan and “mommy” sounding like music to your ears 🥺 of course, jiwonie would be drooling too! she just knew that she was making a mess on your hand.. thinking about cleaning it up for you only made her even wetter :((

but even when she’s being good like this.. jiwon wouldn’t keep being the most patient kitty ever 🤭 “m-m-mommy, i need you.. please…” jiwonie would say, struggling against her restraints and sniffling pathetically 😔 she needed you go faster, to fuck her harder, but you were intent on taking your sweet time :(( when she didn’t hear anything from your hand, she started bucking her hips towards you, which only prompted you to give her ass a good spank 🫣

“you’re not calling the shots here, kitty. be good,” jiwon couldn’t see, but she knew you were glaring down at her 💔 she knew she shouldn’t risk it, especially when you’re in this kind of mood, so she nods weakly. “that’s my girl.”

jiwon doesn’t normally take edging too well bcs she’s a sensitive little thing but she knew you’d want her to hold on for longer so that’s what she does 🥺 she whines and pleads quietly every time you pull your fingers out and have her lose all the build-up but she allows you to do it over and over again… exploring all the unknown parts of her carefully, smiling at the way she’d gasp in pleasure when you hit something good.. assuring her that you’ll reward her even more when the dust has settled and ofc she knew her mommy was true to her words so she fully submits to your care 🥺 completely bent over the bed with her ass up, her pussy all yours to play and toy with as you like…

[cherryxblossxms]

Masturbation May - Day 2b: With Toys (Toji Fushiguro)

A/N: Toji was suggested by the darling @vampnyx and I decided to go just a little nuts with it. Sometimes you gotta write Toji a little nasty, as a treat. Posted a little late, shhhh

Featuring: GN afab reader || Toji x reader

Warnings: masturbation; roommate!Toji, reader and Toji aren't together; hate sex???/hate masturbation?????; no pronouns for reader, but reader has tits and a vagina; sexual fantasies of reader, Toji is kind of a creep; use of sex toys: fleshlight; Toji steals your underwear; creampie

Word count: 1712

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Toji couldn't stand you. He did a fairly decent job at hiding it, still helping you out around the apartment here and there even without your prompting, fixing up your car when the tire went flat or repairing the fridge when it started leaking. But sometimes you just managed to get on his nerves just right and drive him up a wall.

He hated your trusting demeanor. Despite how open he was of what he thought of as his "true nature", you still seemed to give him the benefit of the doubt, ignoring every red flag thrown your way. He hated the way you'd look up at him with clear eyes and strong resolve, how you seemed to look past all his layers and see his hidden self. And even more, he hated how these made him attracted to you.

It also didn't help that you'd occasionally bring some boring, vanilla dope home, sometimes as a new partner or just some casual fun. It was almost painful to him how boring they were, and he couldn't imagine they were actually any good in the bedroom. He was right there, after all, was he no good? You thought you were too good for him?

Instead of going out and finding these basic, one-pump chumps, you could have him instead. He knows they're not doing the job to satisfy you, evident by the awkward way you would send them off and he never saw them again, or at least not for long. No one would be able to make you scream like he could, and no one's dick would ever compare.

And at first, you'd made an effort to introduce these trysts to Toji, maybe as some weak semblance of telling Toji to back off. But as time went on, you eventually stopped trying, quietly bringing them in instead when Toji was out or simply not acknowledging him, and doing your best to sneak them back out at the end. But he knew, he always knew.

Another way he could tell that these trysts weren't doing anything for you was, late at night when you thought he was asleep or maybe hoped he couldn't hear, he'd hear the telltale buzz of a very special toy. He almost felt bad. Almost. You deserved someone that would rock your world, show you how your lovers were supposed to fuck you.

It wasn't actually intentional on his end, but over time, Toji found his thoughts drifting to you when he sated his appetite, whether that was with himself or he found someone at the bar to bring home. When he heard them moan his name, he couldn't help but wonder what it would sound like in your voice instead. When he came, he wanted to know what it'd look like sprayed across your tits, smeared on your delectable lips, or maybe even dripping out of your holes.

It even got to the point he'd imagine your face when he was fucking someone, wishing it was your sweet pussy he was pounding instead. He knew he needed to do something about this, but he'd be damned if he admitted something stupid like he'd caught feelings for you. So he did the next best thing and took your underwear.

If you knew the things Toji thought about you, maybe you wouldn't want to be roommates anymore. Sometimes you had a sneaking suspicion about the darkness and the lewdness of his thoughts, given the dirty jokes he'd make and how he had no qualms about openly checking you out on a regular basis. But even if you did, you couldn't afford rent in the area by yourself, and you couldn't even bare to think of the process of searching for a new roommate.

Something else seemed to tip you off as well, and it related to finding your... unmentionables in the wrong places, just differently placed enough to know that that wasn't how you'd left it, or sometimes they were just plain gone. But even as the suspicions grew, you just couldn't bring yourself to confront your roommate, always worried about falsely accusing him and honestly, you weren't sure what you'd do if he ever admitted his guilt.

Today, something you'd done (Toji's excuse) had managed to rile him up just right, feeling like a beast in rut, and he sought out your laundry hamper as soon as he knew the coast was clear. It took a little digging, but he managed to find a couple pairs of lacy underwear hidden inside. He quickly stuffed them in his pocket and made his way to his room.

He could feel his blood flowing to his cock even without a touch, throbbing with need to be buried inside your sweet cunt. Since he couldn't do that, his next favorite activity these days was jacking off with your underwear, soaking it in his cum before returning it to your hamper, and that was his same mission today.

He wasted no time in pulling out a fleshlight and bottle of lube from his drawer, something new he'd invested in since meeting you. He had no issue with finding plenty of decent lays at the bars. But ever since discovering his little personal problem, even that didn't seem to be enough anymore. Toys weren't exactly his kind of thing, but it took the edge off for now, and it would have to do until he finally made his move.

Toji didn't bother getting undressed before lying on his bed, just feeling it was a waste of time. When he tugged his sweatpants down, he was already fully hard, cock springing out eagerly, and the cool air was a relief as it hit his skin. He poured some lube into his hand and immediately started palming himself, spreading it evenly, even reaching down to tug his balls a little for more stimulation. He followed with pouring more lube into the toy, next, making use of his middle and ring fingers to get the lube deep inside.

The sight of his fingers disappearing inside the pocket pussy only fueled the monster inside him. He caught his thoughts drifting once more, picturing it was you that he was burying his fingers in, pumping in and out to prep you for his cock. Even better, he wanted to bury his face in there, get squeezed by your thighs as he toyed with your pretty little pussy and overstimulated you as much as he wanted.

Once he felt the lube was spread enough, he worked the opening over his tip, getting situated just right before easing it down his shaft. He always hated this part, feeling how cold it was, knowing that if it was you instead, your body would be so hot and comforting, rather than the cold unfeeling silicone. But as he started pumping the toy over himself, it started to warm up, and pleasure finally began to grow in his body.

The room air began to fill with the sounds of quiet grunts and wet, lewd slapping as his pace increased. He alternated between just working the upper, more sensitive part of his cock, and then slamming the toy down to his base. While his one hand worked the toy, he used the other to work his balls, heavy with seed. The pleasure that had started in his toes slowly crept up his body, filling his abdomen with heat now, and he felt like he was losing his mind.

He hated you, he hated your perfect body, and how perfect your pussy probably was. If there was anyone you should have been fucking, it should have been him. No one would ever make you feel as good as he could, no one would ever breed you as well as he could. He'd wait until you finally realize what you're missing, but it was damned annoying in the meantime.

As he felt his climax finally start to approach, Toji stopped for a moment to change positions. He knelt on the bed, pulling over a couple pillows and your underwear. This time, he wrapped one of the pairs of underwear around the fleshlight, admiring the lace and picturing how it would accent your body, and straddled the pillow.

Once he was in position, he started to rut into the toy, one hand on the pillow to stabilize it and the other hand gripping the underwear-covered toy. In this position now, he could better picture it was you that he was pounding beneath him, reshaping your hole to fit his dick and reaching depths you probably didn't even know of.

His grunts became louder as his pleasure rose again, the squelching of the toy and bouncing of the bed springs combining together to create an obscene symphony. Finally, as Toji's orgasm reached the edge, an image of you leaking his cum came unbidden in his mind, and it pushed him past the point of no return. He unleashed a deep, low moan for the final note of the symphony as he slammed forward into the toy, bottoming out and cumming deep inside the toy.

He could feel his balls clenching still, cock throbbing as it let out the last of its release, his whole body thrumming with his heartbeat. Toji sat for a moment, still straddling the pillow and effectively cockwarming his toy, just catching his breath, before sliding out. Instantly, his cum started trickling out and dribbled onto your underwear, still wrapped around the toy.

He loved the sight of your cum-soaked underwear, and it was always his favorite part of taking it from you. It felt like a step closer to claiming you, a step closer to marking you as his completely, and that thought was responsible for making him hard again well before he'd expected. It would be better if his cum was on your skin instead, but he had to think in baby steps.

He couldn't believe how much you'd affected him to make him so desperate, and wasn't even sure of the last time he'd ever felt this way, if at all. But it just proved to Toji you were someone different, someone he needed. He wasn't quite sure how, yet, but he was going to make it his new mission to make you his.

[a-aexotic]

Could you write something around the sentence “I’d choose you over anyone” with Rafe :))) preferably kinda enemies (or friends) to lovers angsty type of thing xx thank you!!

ren's notes hey! of course i can, enemies to lovers w/ rafe is literally my dream ugh. y/n out here living the dream. ALSO im sorry i totally forgot about the prompt :(

pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. drinking, mention of hickies, enemies to lovers, ooc sarah/rafe, angst to fluff

summary. being best friends with sarah, it was natural to hate rafe. you hate him and he hates you, or that's what everyone else though.

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As long as you could remember, you hated Rafe Cameron. From the very beginning, you hated him - ever since you'd move in next to the Cameron's, you and Rafe had been at each other's throats. It was something that had become a norm for the Cameron's and the L/N's.

You and Rafe are too similar. You guys are both hotheaded, blunt and kind of reckless. You guys are too similar to around each other, it was like forcing two negatives together; it would cause them to want to explode on one another.

As you got older, the more mature you got. And naturally, you wanted this stupid rivalry between you two to end. But if there was anything you knew about Rafe, it was that he was not mature.

So now he loved pressing your buttons, going over the line and getting on your nerves. He loved it, it was his favorite part of the day; seeing you all flustered and bothered when he made a snide remark that you didn't have a response to. It was his goal, to see you all embarrassed and annoyed.

Rafe knew you surprisingly, very well. You'd been best friends with Sarah since you had moved in next door and he'd heard all your secrets when you and Sarah would have sleepovers. He made it a point to learn all your weak points and secrets, not use them against you... Well, maybe sometimes, but just for fun. Again, it was a fun hobby for the bored Cameron sibling.

Everyone who knew Rafe or you knew you two had despised each other. That was just a fact of the island, everyone knew it.

You walked into the Cameron's house on a mission; find the heels that Sarah had stole from you so you could prove to yourself (and Sarah) that you weren't crazy. Those heels didn't just grow legs and walk, did they? You didn't have a little sister and the only person who consistently borrows and never returns your clothes is Sarah.

You knew Sarah would be at John B's today so this was the perfect time. You walked upstairs and barged into Sarah's room, walking to her closet and looking through her shoes.

To most people, that was considered "crossing a boundary," but you and Sarah were basically sisters at that point so looking through her clothes to find an item you were missing wasn't out of the ordinary. You wouldn't do that if she would just put the damned items back.

And plus you needed those heels asap, tonight was Midsummers. It was the event of the summer and you loved dressing up in cute dresses and nice heels; you'd been planning the outfit for months. You made the outfit surrounding the heels: without the heels, your outfit would be nothing. You already bought a matching dress and a Tiffany necklace, now all you needed were the heels.

Sarah swore she didn't have them, but who else would take them?

You were looking through her shirts and you found the Reputation shirt you were looking for two months ago, who she also swore she didn't have. You scoffed, "Bitch."

The more you looked, the more frustrated you were because you could not find the heels anywhere. You heard a knock at the door and sighed, "Come in."

Rafe walked in and his face contorted into a disgusted one. "Ew, you're not Sarah."

"Shut up, Rafe. God, do you have anything better to do? Shouldn't you be golfing with thing 1 and thing 2 right now?" You groaned and he couldn't help but laugh at your nicknames for Top and Kelce.

"Shouldn't you be making out with your gross Pogue boyfriend?" He countered, making you roll your eyes again.

"JJ's not my boyfriend."

He sighed, "Good, I was hoping you wouldn't go as low as dating a Pogue. Anyway, what are you doing in Sarah's room?"

You furrowed your brows at his words before sighing. "I can't find the pair of heels I was going to wear at Midsummers and I think I might just end it all."

"You should, it'd be great for the world." Rafe smirked and you put your head in your arms, groaning in frustration. You didn't need Rafe's snarkiness right now, you just wanted to find those heels.

"Wait." He paused. "Are they uh, pink and glittery?"

You turned your head up, looking at Rafe with a suspicious glint in your eye. "Yeah..."

"Oh, shit." He walked away and then returned a few seconds later with your heels in his hands. You got up and ran to him, grabbing them from his hands.

"Why would take them! What the hell, Rafe? Are you crazy?"

He sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Lower your fucking voice, jesus. You're so loud. I didn't take them, okay? They just ended up in my room and I thought one of the girls I had over left them, okay?"

You scoffed in disgust. "You're gross."

"Don't act like you haven't had a boy over, Y/N. I know you have, you make it so obvious with your hickies and shit." Rafe spoke, sighing with an ounce of jealousy in voice. You almost thought you misheard it.

You felt your face heat up at mention of hickies. "They're not hickies they're rashes, okay? My neck is sensitive."

He laughed, "Alright sure. Sensitive neck, my ass."

You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day as you walked through the door of Sarah's bedroom, making it a goal to make sure to hit Rafe's shoulder on the way out.

"So immature," you mumbled.

Rafe smiled as he watched you walk away, his goal accomplished. Leave you flustered and annoyed, check. He walked back to his room with a wide grin.

As you walked back your house, heels in hand, you kept picturing Rafe's annoying smirk. It kept replaying in your mind and you feel yourself burning up at the thought of the older brother.

You wanted to slap yourself, were you crazy? Why were you acting like that over Rafe? You hated him more than anyone else in the world, he made your life unnecessarily annoying. So why does your heart skip a beat when you see his annoyingly perfect smile?

This has been happening for the last couple months and you feel yourself becoming more and more vulnerable with every remark he makes: you can never counter them, your mind going blank. You felt stupid and weak, you couldn't just let Rafe win this decade long fight. You weren't going to let him.

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You and Sarah were at your house, getting ready for Midsummers. This was your favorite event of the year - in all honesty, you loved how classy it made you feel. The dances, the champagne, everyone else looking on the inside, jealous. It was a secret pleasure you happily took part in; I mean, what's the point of being a Kook if you can't flex it?

"See, I told you I didn't take it." Sarah mumbled annoyed as she did her eyeshadow.

You scoffed, "then how'd it end up in Rafe's room?"

She looked back at you with a smirk, "I don't know, you tell me."

The same burning sensation had came onto your face as you shook your head in annoyance, turning back to curling your hair. "God, you're gross for even... even suggesting that."

"Suggesting what, Y/N? You're the one with the dirty mind, I never said anything."

"God, shut up! My parents could hear us, y'know?"

Sarah laughed at your displeasure. "Are you excited to meet up with Nick?"

You smiled. Nick was your longtime crush; you've liked him since seventh grade and you just had the nerve to ask him out now. He was the hottest guy in OBX: he was a football player, he was smart, had pretty eyes you could stare into for hours long and soft curly hair. He was your dream guy and he agreed to be your date to Midsummers.

"Yes, I am. I hope he thinks I'm pretty-"

Sarah scoffed at you. "Of course he will, you are pretty. Don't even say that, who cares what he thinks?"

"I kind of do, I mean I've liked him for so long, I don't know what I'd do if he didn't like me back." You confided in Sarah. She looked back you, sympathetically.

"Well, I mean... He agreed to be your date for Midsummers, that's a good start."

You nodded in response. "Yeah! It is."

You both finished with your hair and makeup, now all you had to do was get dressed. You had bought this pink dress to match with your heels and your hair was curled and in an half up half down hairstyle. You also had bought a new Tiffany necklace to tie the whole look together.

Sarah wore her white dress and cute headpiece. You looked in the mirror and you were genuinely proud of yourself for making this outfit come true.

"Wow, that dress is stunning on you." Sarah was breathless; you look beyond beautiful; you looked flawless. You smiled at her.

"Thank you, Sarah. You too. I love that dress on you, it's perfect."

You and Sarah eventually got the texts from your ride, your crush and date, Nick. He was outside waiting for you guys. You tried not to squeal with excitement as you walked down the stairs, your dress perfectly flowing. You already felt like the night was going to be the most magical and a night to remember.

His Benz was waiting outside for you and Sarah and she smirked at you. "You excited?"

"Yes, I can't wait to dance with him." You whispered to her as she opened the door for you. His friend was already in the front seat so you and Sarah were in the back.

"Ladies first."

You giggled at Sarah's words as you went in, taking a seat. Sarah came in right after you. The smell of strong cologne immediately hit you, with a faint smell of weed. You scrunched your nose as you held your breathe; surprisingly, those two smells weren't the best mixture of smells.

"Wow, I like your dress, Y/N." His friend commented and you waited for Nick's reply. He was on his phone, taking a snap before he realized that he needed to answer. He turned to you with a big smile.

"Uh, yeah. It's gorgeous." He started the car and you lent back in your seat, content with his answer. Sarah glared at him before looking back at you. You ignored her disapproval. He then took his friend's vape pen and took another hit.

The ride there wasn't as magical as you thought it would be. You and Sarah were the only ones talking as the country music on the radio in the background making it somewhat even more awkward. Luke Combs wasn't exactly the artist you wanted to listen to right now.

His friend turned to you and Sarah. "You wanna pregame?"

You and Sarah both shared a look before both shaking your heads. Tonight wasn't about getting drunk or high to either of you. Nick nodded though.

"Yes sir, gimme."

His friend laughed before taking out a few fireball shots, handing one to Nick.

"You sure you wanna be taking that... Uh, now?" Sarah spoke up, refering to him drinking and driving. He waved her off, nodding.

"We'll be fine, it's one shot." He made his friend open the bottle and he quickly took the shot, making him shake his head and let out a loud "Woo." His friend soon did the same.

You couldn't have gotten to the Club any quicker; you wanted to leave the air immediately. Maybe Nick would act a little better once you were in front of their parents.

You and Sarah exited the car and so did the boys. Nick went up to you and took your arm in his, smiling down at you. "Okay, let's go dance."

You smiled. You texted him the first you wanted to do when you got to Midsummers was dance and he remembered. How cute was he?

Sarah was awkwardly standing beside you guys as you walked in. You were so excited you could barely contain it, you squeezed his arm. "I'm so excited!"

Sarah excused herself so she could find and talk Wheezie instead of third wheeling with you.

He hummed in response as he took you the dancefloor, putting his hands on your waist as you put your arms around his neck. The night was as magical as they come; clear starry sky, the sound of faint music coming from inside and the waves crashing onto the beach.

You see Nick's gaze shift to someone behind you and he looked like he'd just seen a ghost. He lets go of you and clears his throat. "Let me uh, go get us some drinks."

You were confused but you nodded along. He walked away and you were by yourself, standing there waiting for Nick to return. You stood there for 15 minutes before deciding that maybe you should go check up on him. You were beginning to worry.

You looked all over the bar and you couldn't find him. You found his friend from before and as he caught your gaze, he had suddenly became tense and nervous.

"Hey, uh. Do you know where Nick went?"

"Nope. Not a clue." His friend replied as you furrowed your eyebrows in suspicion. If anyone knew where Nick was, it was obviously going to be him.

You heard some snuffling in the back and you moved your gaze to behind the boy. There was a door. You quickly walked away to the door and knocked.

"Uh, you shouldn't go in-"

When there was no answer, you opened it to see a girl you had never seen before and Nick. She was on a table and he was in front of her, exchanging spit.

Your heart dropped at the scene, your mouth flew open. "What the hell?!" You shouted.

Nick had turned around and seen you and his eyes widened and he immediately turned away from the girl. "Oh, Y/N-"

"Oh my gosh, you are so gross." You couldn't help but feel your eyes water at the sight, a single tear rolling down your cheek. Your night was definitely ruined now. So much for a magical evening.

You turned away from the scene, ignoring Nick's pleas and you walked away through the crowds. You were so focused on trying not to cry more, you accidentally bumped into someone and they spilled their red wine all over your brand new dress.

You looked up to see Rose and she immediately apologizes but you were already in tears, you broke down. You started crying as she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N, I can buy you a new one!" Rose exclaimed happily but you shook your head.

Rafe was talking to Kelce when he had heard all the commotion happen - he saw Nick with that girl and then he saw you walking away; he quickly followed you.

He didn't know why he did it; it's not like he cared about you, he just wanted to make sure you were alright. Rafe followed you to where you and Rose were and immediately went by your side.

As he saw your puffy eyes and your dress all ruined, something clicked. He was suddenly angry; he'd heard how excited you were about Midsummers and look how it's turning out.

He heard someone walk up to you and he turned his head to see none other than Nick.

"Y/N, are you- are you okay?" He put his hand on your shoulder and you turned around to shake your head. You really didn't want to make a scene but Nick was the last person you wanted to see, so he was making it impossible for you to keep your cool.

"God, no! You just ruined my night."

He looked around at all the people staring and he took your hand but you ripped it out of his grasp. "Don't touch me, Nick."

Despite your efforts, he still decided to put his hand on your shoulder. Rafe had enough; he pushed him away from you and grabbed him by his collar.

"She said don't touch her, man." Rafe shouted at Nick. "So don't fuckin' touch her."

You couldn't take it anymore; there were too many people everyone and suddenly the music was too loud. You walked away from the scene and held in your cry. You couldn't even go home because stupid Nick had drove you here in his stupid Mercedes.

Rafe let go of Nick once he realized you had walked away. He tried to look for Sarah but she was no where to be found. "Where's Sarah when you fucking need her," he mumbled.

Rose was worried sick about you, wondering what had happened. "Rafe, go talk to her and I'll find Sarah, okay?"

He nodded and sighed. He was worried about you, too but he was going to admit that.

You heard footsteps behind you and you turned around expecting Sarah but you were slightly disappointed once you saw it was Rafe. He sat next to you silently as you sniffled.

He sighed and look over at you. "Nick's an asshole."

You nodded silently. Rafe looked over at you and the sight of you crying made him angrier. He hadn't even managed to make you cry in the 10 years he’d know you; he couldn't believe that Nick could've done so easily. He was slightly glad that he'd never made you cry before because the sight alone made him miserable.

"I'm sorry about... your dress. It was really pretty."

You looked over at Rafe, disbelief in your eyes. Did Rafe Cameron just call your dress... pretty?

He laughed at your expression, making you crack a small smile. His laugh always made you feel a little better, even if it was directed at you.

There was silence for a moment, just listening to the waves crashing and the music from inside the Club. Rafe turned to you, "I know we're not friends or anything... but uh, I'm here if you want to talk."

You smiled back at Rafe. It was unusual to see such a sweet Rafe but you've known him long enough to see it sometimes. He's not completely evil. And maybe you didn't completely hate him. You knew he doesn't like seeing you, Sarah or Wheezie cry. Even though he pretended to hate them, he really doesn't.

You turned away from Rafe, taking a deep inhale. "I don't want to bother you-"

"You're not." Rafe quickly refuted.

You suddenly felt a pidge of guilt as you looked over at Rafe; you possibly ruined his night as well. "Rafe, I'm sorry. You shouldn't feel responsible to calm me down."

Rafe sighed and rolled his eyes. "Stop apologizing, Y/N. You didn't do anything wrong. No one made me come and help you, okay? I did it out of my own free will."

You sighed. "Nick is an asshole."

"We've agreed on that."

"I just wish that I had a perfect night, I had such high expectations and they all just plummeted as the night went on. I know what you're going to say, I shouldn't have had my standards up so high. But I did. And here I am, my dress and makeup ruined and no date." You ranted as Rafe listened and nodded along.

"You don't need a date to be happy. Or a nice dress. Or makeup, I mean, you already look beautiful as is." Rafe said confidentally, making you turn your gaze back to Rafe. You smiled at his words.

"You mean it?"

"Yes, you do look beautiful." Rafe sighed; it was obvious though, everyone thought it. It was just pure fact.

You felt a heat come on to your face and you looked away, bashfully. Rafe Cameron was so confusing - how could one person make you feel so many things?

"I mean, don't get me wrong. You're still the most annoying person on this island, but beautiful nonetheless."

You grinned slightly as you rolled your eyes. That was the Rafe Cameron you knew. "Wow, so nice. Thanks."

You both let out a soft laugh before sitting in calm silence again. The summer breeze making you shiver as you looked at the beach in front of you. Rafe noticed this and without another word, took off his blazer and put it on top of you.

Before you could thank him, you heard a familar shout behind you.

"Y/N!" Sarah ran out to you and Rafe. She was breathless, taking a moment to catch her breathe before continuing. "Fuck Nick. My gosh, I've wanted to say that this whole week. He's so annoying. I'm glad you saw his true colors sooner rather than later, Y/N."

She took a seat between you and Rafe, seperating you. She saw that you were wearing his blazer and she smirked to herself.

"Wow." She said, simply. "Kie owes me 15$"

You and Rafe both looked each other then back at Sarah. "What?"

[danosrosegarden]

something real - timothy klitz x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day thirteen. prompt: mutual masturbation. 🎃}

{contains: reader having a little anxiety around sex, mutual masturbation, and a facial (reader receiving).}

☽ It was the point in your relationship where the bumbling butterflies still buzzed in your stomach when you spoke to Klitz. The puppy love still bloomed like wildflowers in your skipping heart, but you were beginning to grow comfortable with him. He was safe, easy to share your company with. You felt comfortable in the warm glow of his arms...yet something was amiss.

☽ You couldn't help but feel like you were doing something wrong by making him stop every time things got hot and heavy. He was never upset, always willing to hold you close and stroke your hair afterwards without a word of questioning. But that would grow stale and stiff eventually, wouldn't it? Eventually, he was going to want more.

☽ He, with searing pink cheeks and eyes shyly cast down, proposed an idea one night. What if we...you know...touched ourselves? But...uh...together?

☽ The solution seemed so simple; you could take care of yourselves without the pressure or expectations while still being together. Why hadn't you thought of it before? Your stomach lurched and crackled with erotic elation.

☽ With letting Klitz see you like this for the very first time, so raw, so bare and exposed, came a scorching flurry of bashfulness. Though your cheeks burned hot and your gut popped with anxiety, there also existed an aura of fresh excitement. It was something new. Fun. Real.

☽ Still, the jumbling nerves dancing in your stomach were difficult to shake. Klitz must have noticed your hands quivering as you peeled your pants away, because he laced your hand with his, his thumb stroking your soft skin.

☽ "Just pretend like I'm not even here," he whispered to you. "Touch yourself like you normally do."

☽ It felt odd and mechanical at first, your hand swirling around while you knew full well there were prying eyes watching. But you repeated the mantra in your head like prayer: just pretend like I'm not even here. Eventually, it felt like just another night in your bed by yourself, your spit-slicked fingers hitting the spots you knew made your toes curl and legs shake. You fell into a blissful rhythm, and the heat began to tighten in your core.

☽ You peeked for a moment and stifled a giggle. Klitz was struggling to keep his eyes open and continue to watch you while he stroked himself with a tight fist. The sounds were wet and thick. You watched as his thighs rocked about and his chest dragged up and down at a jagged, haphazard rate. He was close. And he deserved a reward for such a great idea, you thought with a small grin.

☽ You crawl to his feet in front of him, sitting on your knees. He slows his strokes to stare at you for a moment, cocking his brow. "What are you doing?"

☽ Your hand snakes up to his thigh, rubbing his skin with a soft grip. "You wanna cum on my face, Klitzy?"

☽ It's a challenging task not to laugh at the pathetic whimper that's punched out from deep within his chest. "F-fuck yeah, I do." His pumping fist tightens as he strokes faster.

☽ He paints your face with his warm strings of cum, one hand squeezing the base of his cock and the other running long, bony fingers through your hair.

☽ Is it odd to feel warmly emotional while semen is dripping from your face? It's just that...you really couldn't imagine it being anyone else but him. It was only him who you wanted to trust like this. You couldn't think of anything else but that shaggy hair and those thin glasses when imagining sharing this deep, hidden, intimate part of yourself.

☽ You'd work yourself up to letting him inside of you. For now, you had a deliciously fun game to play together. No pressure, no expectations. Just doing, just being.

[ro-is-struggling]

Could I request prompt number 16 with Peter Maximoff (the X-men one), where the reader is the owner of the handcuffs. She’s kind of a nerdy tomboyish type, who’s not suspected because everyone knows she’s got net zero experience when it comes to dating. I think she’d probably have them because what if the opportunity to have sex finally arrived and she didn’t have all of the gear? What sort of fool would she look like then? Maybe not as much of a fool as… say a woman who was explaining her stock pile handcuffs to the guy she still hasn’t confessed to… If possible I’d like it smutty please!

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for participating in the celeration (and sorry it took me so long to get to your request). I had a lot of fun writing this one! I tried to make it smutty but for some reason I couldn't :( It's more funny and fluffy than smutty, but there are a few suggestive okes here and there, I hope you don't mind and that you like it anyways!!

The one with the embarrassing secret || Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A mysterious pair of black handcuffs is found which leads to a search for their owner and some embarrassing confessions

Warnings: fem!reader, my attempt at humor, suggestive tones, fluff

Word count: 4500

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

When Charles asked you to fix up the room down the hall on the second floor you didn't think much of it. You were excited to meet the new occupant of the abandoned room and although cleaning wasn't your favorite thing to do, at least you knew you wouldn't be doing it alone. Jean, Scott and Peter were with you and you were optimistic that you could get the job done if you put in a little effort —especially if Peter dropped the jokes and used his powers to help you. 

That room had been unoccupied for so long that sometimes you forgot it even existed. It was a dump where things that no one used anymore were stored, so it was a total mess. You were so overwhelmed by the amount of things there were to do that you didn't think about the fact that you also used that room as your personal junk stash a couple of times. So you set to work without thinking about the embarrassing things you had hidden there from your former roommate, certain that you had retrieved them all the moment she left school.

That was until you heard Jean let out a gasp of pure surprise, emerging from the closet with a pair of black leather handcuffs in her hand. The world around you stopped for a moment as panic spread throughout you. The blood all over your body rushed to your face, the shame evident in your expression as you realized the horrible mistake you had made. You knew you should never have bought that stupid being. You didn't need it. You didn't even have a partner! You should never have listened to that stupid magazine article. It didn't make sense, to fuel the flames of passion in a relationship you first had to get one, something you felt would never happen. Not with your shy and awkward attitude at least. 

"Who do you think these belong to?" Jean's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You let out a sigh as you looked at their expression of confusion and curiosity, realizing there was no way they could know the handcuffs belonged to you. You just had to keep your cool so as not to arouse suspicion and they would eventually grow tired of the subject, wouldn't they?

"Well, I hate to be the one to say it but this is Charles' house..." Scott said and everyone winced —yourself included— at the implications of his words.

"Eww, Scott, gross!" Jean punched him in the arm to shut him up. "I don't want to think about the professor like that!"

"You asked!" The boy defended himself, stroking his arm where Jean's fist had impacted against his skin. Although he recognized that the mental image of Professor X's private life, someone he respected and loved like a father, was not a pretty one.

"Maybe these belong to Raven," she suggested as she inspected the handcuffs in her hands. You remained silent, returning to your chores as your friends talked. It was better for them to think they were Raven's than to find out they were yours. "I mean, she lived here too and she kinda looks like she'd be into this stuff."

"I don't know," Scott hesitated. Realistically they could belong to anyone, even people they didn't know. Many mutants had passed through the school for gifted youngsters and many others had sought refuge there. It wasn't exactly easy to deduce who owned such a scandalous object.

"Whose else could they be?" said Jean, though she was interrupted before she could continue her speculation. 

Peter, who had remained silent playing with junk he was finding while moving a couple of boxes, interrupted his friends' conversation when an idea formed in his mind. Using his abilities, he snatched the handcuffs from Jean's hands before she could do anything to stop him. "I know who can help solve this little mystery!" he stated with a smile, dangling the handcuffs on his fingers playfully.

"Who?" you asked him, fearing that he somehow knew the handcuffs were yours. Instead of answering you he disappeared from the room for a split second and when he returned he had on a dark leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses in his hand.

"This is a case for Detective Brad Steel, FBI," he said, speaking in a deeper tone of voice than usual as he put on his sunglasses. He looked at you with an exaggeratedly dramatic look in his eyes, acting like he was on a detective show and this was the most important case of his career.

No one could contain the laughter, not even you. You were amazed at Peter's ability to come up with stupid things that made you laugh. He had a great imagination and got bored easily, a combination that was the perfect recipe for disaster 90% of the time. Oh, but that remaining 10% where things didn't go terribly wrong was usually hilarious for everyone involved. Peter was a fun guy to have around and always knew just what to do or say to make you laugh. That was one of the things you liked most about him.

"Why doesn't Brad Steel stay to clean up like he's supposed to be doing?" you said looking at him with a raised eyebrow and your arms crossed. You knew full well he was using that as an excuse so he wouldn't have to stay and tidy up. He was like a little kid who got bored easily, especially when it came to tasks like cleaning and organizing. His world moved too fast to make sense of such things. "We could really use your talents to help out with this mess, Peter."

"I'm sorry, but Brad Steel has more important things to do. His talents can't be wasted with such trivial chores when there's so many mysteries out there that need to be solved!" Peter explained in his exaggerated FBI detective voice. You opened your mouth to complain, ready to argue with him to make him stay, but he vanished from the room before any of the three of you could say anything about it.

"Let him go," Jean said, resuming her chores. "He probably would have slowed us down more than helped us anyway."

You thought you were safe. After Peter left, you all focused on cleaning and tidying up the room as quickly as you could so you could get out of there. The conversation did not return to the subject of the handcuffs, the object easily forgotten now that you no longer had it lying around. You really thought that for once the universe had sided with you, quickly releasing you from the embarrassing moment and allowing you to have a second chance. All you had to do now was wait for the buzz to die —something you didn't think would be very difficult as Peter got bored easily with everything—, and then you could retrieve the handcuffs and make them disappear forever.

However, your hopes that this disaster would die quickly were crushed when you saw Peter talking to Professor Xavier. He still had his sunglasses on, so you didn't have to be very close to them to guess what they were talking about.

"Who used to stay in that bedroom?" you heard Peter ask a very confused Charles. "Or perhaps it was always a storage room?"

"I... I don't know, I don't remember." The professor muttered, looking at the boy with a frown. "Why the sudden interest in the room? How is any of it relevant to cleaning and organizing?"

"It's not, he's just joking!" You intervened in the conversation before Peter said something stupid. "We were bored while we cleaned up and we started a game, but it's all done now so the new guy can move in!"

You didn't give Charles time to answer you, you just gave him a smile and pushed Peter away from him. "What are you doing?" you asked him in a whispered shout. You couldn't believe he had dared to go up to the professor to ask him questions about the room. You had to stop his stupid game before things blew up in your face.

"I'm working the case," he said as if it were obvious, shrugging his shoulders.

"He can't know about this!"

"I wasn't going to tell him! I was just asking around to see what he could remember." Peter defended himself, throwing his hands up in the air at your accusing look. 

"No, you were avoiding work just like you always do." You complained, crossing your arms over your chest. "Besides, do you really think he wouldn't figure it out? He's a mind reader!"

Peter rolled his eyes, annoyed at your persistence. He didn't understand why you seemed so concerned about the matter. It wasn't like you knew who owned the handcuffs, so why did you seem so concerned that Charles wouldn't find out. Unless... you were hiding something. 

It didn't make sense in Peter's mind that you were the owner of the handcuffs. You weren't the kind of person anyone pictured when thinking of someone who used those kinds of sex toys. You were too innocent and indifferent to the world of love and sex for that. In fact, Peter wasn't even sure you had any experience with it. But that didn't mean you were completely ignorant of the subject. Maybe you knew who the real owner was. Maybe it was a friend you were trying to cover for. Maybe he knew the owner himself and didn't know it. 

That idea piqued Peter's curiosity and unfortunately for you, that meant he wouldn't let go until he got to the bottom of it.

"Why do you care so much about people finding out about it?" 

His question threw you off as you didn't expect him to pick up on your discomfort so quickly. Your brain froze for a moment, your mouth hanging open as it struggled to come up with a good lie that would get you out from under the spotlight. However, when you saw the look in his eyes you knew it was too late.

"I-I don't care." You lied, shrugging your shoulders in a desperate attempt to look relaxed. "I just think it's dumb and it could be embarrassing for whoever owns these to have the whole school spreading rumors about it." Peter squinted at you, inspecting your expression for signs that would confirm his suspicions. 

"I think you're lying." He said after a few seconds of silence. "I think you know something about this whole thing and you don't want to tell me."

"I do not!" You exclaimed in a high-pitched tone that immediately gave you away.

"Are you sure about that? Because my detective instincts are telling me otherwise." He teased you, looking at you with an amused smile plastered on his face.

"Well, your detective instincts suck then cause I don't know anything." You were starting to get nervous, speaking at a rapid pace and in a high-pitched tone that was unusual for you. Peter knew you well enough to know when you were lying, but even if he didn't, it was pretty obvious.

"Why are you so nervous then?" he stepped closer to you, invading your personal space with his presence. His eyes never left yours, staring at you with a paralyzing intensity. It was hard to focus when he was so close to you. It was like he knew the effect he had on you and was using it to his advantage. Your poor brain that was already having trouble functioning properly lost all hope of recovering. You needed to get out of there, get away from him before you ended up saying something you would regret. 

"You're making me nervous with your stare!" You said without thinking about how he might interpret that phrase.

"I make you nervous?" Peter repeated, looking at you with an arched eyebrow. You felt the blood in your entire body travel to your face from embarrassment at his implication. He was right to assume that, but it wasn't what you had meant. 

"Not like that!" you were quick to correct. "I mean you make me nervous with youe accusatory looks."

"Why? Are you hiding something?"

"No! You know what? Forget it! Do whatever you want, I don't care." You did care, you cared a lot, but you knew that this conversation with Peter would get you nowhere. He seemed more interested in teasing you than anything else and you were dangerously close to saying something stupid, so you decided it would be best to walk away. You headed back to your room, climbing the stairs to the second floor as fast as you could. However, when you reached the last door in the corridor you discovered that Peter was waiting for you there, leaning against the wood. 

"You can't escape from me, you know that, right?" he said arrogantly, giving you a cheeky grin. 

"Ugh, I hate when you do that!" 

"No you don't."

No, you didn't. But you still rolled your eyes, faking annoyance. 

"Go away, I need to do stuff."

"What stuff?"

"It's none of your business. Let me pass."

"Not until you tell me what you know."

You let out a frustrated sigh at his persistence. It was clear that Peter wasn't going to drop the subject anytime soon and you weren't sure how much longer you could put up with his questions. He was going to learn the truth eventually, of that you were sure. His curiosity and persistence would not allow him to drop the subject. It was a matter of how and when he would find out what was at stake.

And then it occurred to you that maybe if you told him the truth, if you controlled the way he found out everything, it would be less embarrassing for you. You knew that if you told him and asked him to drop the subject he would because you were friends and Peter wasn't a complete jerk. He would playfully tease you from time to time, sure, but he wouldn't seek to really hurt you. 

"If I tell you, will you let it go?"

Peter's eyes lit up at your words, like those of a child getting his way. "I pinky promise!" he nodded, raising his hand and stretching out his pinky finger for you to shake. You shook your head, unable to believe what you were about to do, but shook his finger, sealing the promise. 

You pushed Peter into your room, closing the door behind you to make sure no one heard you. The last thing you wanted was for the rumor to spread around the school, that was a kind of humiliation you weren't prepared to face. He watched you intently as you paced around the room, waiting for you to speak. It was clear you were having trouble finding the right words —or the courage to utter them— which made Peter even more confused. Why was this subject affecting you so much?

"Spill it out already!" Peter exclaimed when he couldn't stand the silence any longer. His voice brought you back to reality, stopping you on your feet as your eyes locked on him. There was no easy or non embarrassing way to say what you had to say, and you knew that dragging it out would only make everything worse. Just like removing a band-aid, sometimes it was better to be quick and precise to get things over with as quickly as possible. So you took a deep breath and blurted out your excuses as fast as you could, barely breathing between words as you tried to explain your reasoning to a very confused Peter.

"You have to understand it was an impulse buy, I don't even know why I did it... in fact I was going to throw them away, but I forgot where I put them and I-"

"Wow, wow, wow, slow down a minute!" Peter interrupted you, surprise written all over his face. "Are you saying these are yours?" You felt the blood travel to your face once again, igniting your skin from the embarrassment you felt under Peter's curious gaze. You didn't trust your voice to answer him, so you just nodded your head slightly, wishing the floor would open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn't have to face him anymore.

"How? I mean, no offense, but you don't seem like the kind of girl who would even know about these, let alone own a pair."

"Cause I'm not!" you said honestly, trying to defend what little was left of your dignity. "I haven't even had-" You stopped abruptly before finishing the sentence, realizing that confessing to the guy you liked that you were a virgin was as embarrassing as admitting that you had bought a pair of handcuffs for no apparent reason.

"You've never had sex?" He asked you after a few seconds of silence. Your gaze dropped to the floor, too embarrassed to look at him as you shook your head. If he didn't think you were pathetic before, you were sure he did now. "Then why did you buy these?"

You shrugged, unsure how to answer. Honestly you didn't even know why you did it, you just blindly followed the advice of a women's magazine —a mistake you weren't going to make again. "I don't know... I thought I might need them. There's this guy I like and I've been building up the courage to ask him out and I was scared he might think I'm lame or something if I don't have all this stuff."

Peter could tell that all this was a sensitive subject for you, so he tried to be as serious and understanding as possible. He approached you, taking a few steps until he could touch your face with his hand. He lifted your chin carefully, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. "You're not lame for not having experience in this stuff." He said in a soft voice. "And if anyone ever makes you feel that way then they're a dick and don't deserve your attention."

Hearing Peter say that put a smile on your face. His reassurance made you feel a little less pathetic, it wasn't enough to repair your bruised ego, but it did make you feel better to know that he didn't see you as a loser. You knew everyone else did, even if they didn't say it to your face. You were the weird girl who didn't fit in and had never been on a date. How could you when you acted like that? No guy would find you attractive! You weren't very feminine, always opting to hide in baggy clothes. You also didn't pay as much attention to your appearance as other girls your age seemed to do, and you weren't even interested in the world of dating and romance. It all seemed so complicated to you that just thinking about it overwhelmed you, so you were pretty sure you would die alone.

"So, who is it?" Peter's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

"Huh?"

"Who's the guy that you like, the one that you bought these for?" Peter twirled the handcuffs in his fingers, fiddling with them as he gave you an amused smile. He was back to his usual goofy self, trying to lighten the mood with his jokes.

"It doesn't matter!" you were quick to say, trying hard to control your imagination and not let it picture Peter doing something more than teasing you with the handcuffs in his hand. 

"That makes me think that it does matter," he remarked with amusement. "C'mon, who is it? I wanna know, please tell me." Peter spoke, stretching every syllable to the point that it was annoying —just like a child who wants to convince an adult to listen to them. He always did that and you usually found it amusing and adorable, but this time it was different because you just couldn't give in to his demands.

"That wasn't part of our deal."

"Yeah, cause I didn't know there was a special someone. Tell me who it is! I deserve to know."

"No you don't!"

"You're right, but I want to know so tell me, pleaseee."

"No!"

"Is it someone I know?" You tried to control your expressions, to remain serious so as not to expose your feelings, but it was pointless. Somehow he knew, you saw it in his eyes and in the smirk he was giving you.

"No. Actually, you don't know him." You lied, struggling to control your micro-expressions. You spoke casually, faking disinterest to see if it would get him off your back. But you sounded too casual, too disinterested, and Peter knew you were lying. 

"I do know him!" he gasped at the realization. "Who is it? Is it Scott? You know he's in love with Jean, right?"

"It's not Scott!"

"Then who? Kurt?" Peter made a funny face, finding the image that had formed in his head of you and Kurt together weird. You were friends, but he didn't picture you as anything more. You weren't compatible. Even though you were both innocent, your personality was too intense for him. That would never work. 

"No, ew, he's my friend!" It was your turn to cringe this time. "He's nice, but I don't like him like that. He's not my type."

"And who is your type?" 

You fell silent, admiring Peter's warm eyes. 

'You are my type,' you thought, feeling your heart race under his intense gaze. He was the one guy you wanted to see you in a special way, the one you sighed for when he passed you by. He owned your heart, but you couldn't tell him. Especially not now after he found out one of your most embarrassing secrets. 

"It's none of your business." You said simply after a few seconds of silence, turning your back to him to escape the vigilance of his beautiful eyes. 

But Peter could tell something was wrong, his instincts giving him an answer to the questions you refused to answer. It was the sparkle in your eyes and the strange tension in the air that gave him the hint. You looked at him as if you wanted to tell him something, as if you were biting your tongue to keep your heart from leading you to make a mistake. He couldn't think of a single reason why you'd try so hard to keep your mouth shut, unless....

"Is it me?" Peter asked you, appearing in front of you in a flash. His sudden movements would have surprised you if it weren't for the fact that you were used to being around him already. Being friends with Peter came with his weird behaviors and silly jokes. No, what surprised you were his words. How had he noticed? Were you so obvious?

You didn't know how to answer so you didn't say anything, you just looked at him, letting your eyes speak for you. You couldn't have formed a coherent sentence even if you wanted to, you were too mortified to do so. Your brain was spending all its resources preparing you for the worst, screaming at you not to cry the moment Peter rejected you. You knew he would try to be nice about it —there wasn't a single ounce of malice in that boy's heart—, but it would still hurt, and the last thing you needed at that moment was to humiliate yourself any further.

However, the rejection never came. Not even a look of awkwardness on his part. He only moved closer to you, invading your personal space as he reached out to caress your cheek. 

"I need to hear you say it." He spoke, his voice almost a deep whisper. It took you a few seconds to process his words, brow furrowing in confusion at the gentleness of his touch. You were expecting to be rejected, even mocked for the stupid secret Peter had just discovered about you. But instead he looked at you with a special shine in his eyes, admiring you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him at that moment. That threw you off, your brain too stunned to stop your lips before uttering the most sincere response you could at that moment.

"it has always been you."

There wasn't much more you could say because Peter's lips silenced you as they crashed against yours in the most anticipated kiss of your life. You didn't have much experience in the area, but you knew that was the best kiss you'd ever had so far. Butterflies flew in your stomach and colorful fireworks exploded behind your eyes as you let him guide you, taking control of the kiss. His lips tasted sweet, like candy, something that didn't help you want to pull away from him. But eventually your lungs betrayed you, forcing you to break the kiss so you could breathe.

"I'm flattered you bought these thinking of me," Peter spoke, twirling the handcuffs in his fingers. He had a mischievous smile plastered on his lips, but there wasn't a trace of malice in his eyes. He wasn't trying to mock you, he was just trying to make you feel good about yourself. "But we don't need to use them. We can take things slow, go at your pace."

You appreciated his thoughtfulness. It was a sensitive subject and Peter wasn't precisely known for being the most serious person. But he was really going out of his way to make you feel comfortable, from the gentleness in his eyes to the calmness in his voice. He wanted to be counted as much as you wanted to be with him, and he was going to do everything he could to make his work.

"I'd like that." you smiled at him and he gave you a quick kiss on the lips as a way of sealing your commitment to each other.

"But I'm keeping these! You never know when they might come in handy." Peter put the handcuffs in his pocket, giving you a suggestive wink that did nothing but earn him a slap on the shoulder from you.

"Gross!" you grumbled, though you ended up laughing at the exaggerated scowl Peter gave you.

"Excuse me? I wasn't the one that brought them. You're the gross one for putting weird ideas in my head. I was actually as pure as a dove before you presented me with such a filthy object!"

"I'm already regretting this." you said, rolling your eyes. But Peter didn't care, he knew you weren't serious. He knew you well enough to know when you were joking and when you were really upset with him. He could always tell in your eyes, something changed in them when he crossed a line. He didn't know how to describe it, but it was obvious when it happened, so he always knew when to stop joking. 

And at that moment, despite your crossed arms and your look of annoyance, he could see nothing but love in your eyes.

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Prompt: Stede wants to have sex, Ed is feeling two dysphoric to have sex. They come to a compromise: they get out the strapless strap on and Stede fucks his ass while Ed is wearing the strapless strap and Stede jerks it off and calls him a good boy (if you've never worn a strapless strap it's got a part that goes in your hole, thats how it stays attached in theory (in practice it usually slips out unless you lay on your back and jerk off) and a textured bit that presses up against your clit so you can feel when the penis attachement is being moved around)

Been saving this for sexual sunday. Absolutely delighted by everything about it, when you sent it in I literally gasped aloud because I couldn't believe I've never written anything with a strapless strap before. It has truly been living rent free in my head and Jamie I cannot thank you enough for this prompt.

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Stede finally looked up from his book again around Ed's sixth extremely melodramatic sigh.

"Ed," he said, reaching over to put a comforting hand on Ed's thigh, "it's really not a big deal."

"But you said," Ed whined. "You said you wanted to have sex."

"And you're not up for it," Stede shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

It was pretty unusual, for their moods to not match up when it came to sex, and that made it feel even worse. Of course, there were the occasional nights where one of them was too tired or just not in the mood, but usually they were synched up like clockwork. Ed had always joked to himself that he was a bit of a slut, but Stede could get him going at a moment's notice.

The worst part was that Ed was horny. They'd just gotten back home from the farmer's market, where Stede had whispered in his ear across the picnic table where they ate lunch about what he'd do to him when he got home, and they barely made it inside the door before Stede had him pinned back against the wall, his kisses and touches desperate and hungry.

Usually, Ed's bottom dysphoria was very manageable. Especially considering how much his cock had grown since he'd started on T decades ago, he could usually deal with it okay. Having a self-lubricating hole was convenient if nothing else, and when they played around with Stede lightly making fun of him for having a little dick, Ed had a lot of fun. He had a pretty good relationship with his body nowadays, especially since Stede so vocally loved every part of him.

But today...yeah, it was rough today. The feeling of how wet he was made him cringe when Stede slid a finger along his hole, and he kept thinking about how much he wished he could look down and see a proper boner between his legs. The way he kind of had to spread himself open with his fingers to watch his little cock perk up felt annoying instead of arousing, and he was embarrassed of his body in a way he almost never was with Stede.

So they'd stopped. Stede had tucked himself away, and he'd already lost his boner just from seeing how upset Ed had gotten, so Ed felt out of place even offering a blowjob or something. Every way he could think of to have sex today felt, in one way or another, uncomfortable.

Ed heaved another great pitiful sigh.

"Alright," Stede said, then, and Ed's heart fluttered in his chest because Stede had his favorite smile, now, the one that was sharp and toothy. Stede smiled like that when he had an idea so crazy there was no way it wouldn't work. "Think I might have an idea."

What Ed needed, they decided, was some gender-affirming sex.

They almost never used the strapless strap. They'd bought it a while back, when they'd been experimenting with Stede domming Ed while bottoming, and it honestly had never seen much use even though they'd put so much time into finding one that matched Ed's skin tone very closely and they both loved the look of. Stede just wasn't a very big fan of being penetrated, and a strapless strap was exciting in its novelty but in practice it was really hard to use it without it slipping out.

Now, though, as they eased the strap in and Ed looked down to see a dick between his legs, curving up towards his belly? It felt like a relief.

"There we go," Stede said, settling between Ed's legs, hand laying protectively over Ed's hipbone. "You're so hard for me, aren't you, Ed?"

"Mm, yeah - oh, fuck," Ed whimpered, the noise turning into a bitten-off moan as Stede stroked the strap. The movement pressed the grinding attachment against Ed's hard clit, and he bucked his hips up into the feeling.

Ed loved grinders. He firmly believed that he was put on this earth to hump things. But, now, he looked down at Stede stroking his cock, and he felt pleasure from it, andhe just let his body melt into the sheets so he could take it like a -

"Good boy," Stede praised, taking his hand off the strap so he could slick up his own cock. "Ready?"

"Please," Ed begged, his voice turning needy and shameless. "Please, please, please. Need it."

"Alright, good boy." Stede bent forward, kissing down Ed's tummy to his pubic bone, looking up at Ed with a wink as he planted a kiss right on the head of the dildo.

Ed's fingers clenched in the sheets as Stede pressed the head of his dick to his hole.

"Yes," he sighed, his body shaking with relief and pleasure as Stede eased in. Stede had been very generous with the lube, so the slide was slick and easy, and with both his holes full, Ed felt -

"So tight," Stede breathed, his hips rolling in tiny little jerks as he fully buried himself inside Ed. "You're so tight like this, sweetheart. Feel good?"

Ed wiggled his hips. "More?"

"Your wish is my command," Stede laughed, getting his hands on Ed's hips so he could hold him in place. Ed's hands flew up to grab at the pillows, trying to anchor himself as Stede immediately set a steady, firm pace, fucking him hard into the mattress.

The dildo bobbed between Ed's legs, bouncing with each thrust, and Ed's toes curled at the sight. He whined shamelessly, begging for more, and Stede just pounded into him until he felt desperate enough to start to reach down to touch himself.

"Hands above your head," Stede said firmly.

Ed snapped his hands back into place. "Will you touch my cock? Please?"

Stede obligingly reached between them to grope at the strap, taking his time with it. He teased Ed with the lightest touches he could manage, stroking it lightly in just the right way to tease Ed's clit as it moved, swirling his thumb around the head just like he would a real cock.

As much as Stede was trying to tease him, just the image of Stede jerking off the strap and the sensation of getting pleasure from it was sending Ed rapidly towards the edge anyway.

"Please," Ed half-sobbed, his eyes filling with helpless tears, a bit too far gone to even know what he was begging for. "Please, Stede, please."

"You're alright, good boy," Stede said, folding Ed nearly in half so he could fuck into him hard and fast, pressing the sweetest kisses to Ed's cheeks. "You're being so good, Ed, such a good boy for me. Taking it so well. Letting me touch your pretty cock. So tight and good for me."

"Thank you," Ed squeaked. "Can I come, please?"

"Yeah?" Stede smiled down at him obligingly, and he finally started jerking the strap properly, maintaining the fantasy by twisting his wrist at the head on every upstroke and giving Ed more than enough friction against his clit. "You gonna come for me? Gonna be my good boy and come on my cock?"

"Yes," Ed gasped, his hips jerking, his body unable to decide between grinding into the friction or rocking down on Stede's cock. "I'm gonna - you're gonna make me -"

"Come on my cock like a good boy, Ed," Stede said, just firm enough that Ed took it as an order.

He came, hard, gasping and shaking with it, and he barely had time to come down from the oversensitivy before Stede was taking his hand off the strap to grab Ed's hips hard, holding him steady for a few last powerful slams before he stilled, groaning into Ed's ear as he filled him up.

Ed giggled breathlessly, wiggling his hips, loving the feeling of Stede's hips jerking weakly as he came inside him.

"So," Stede said, kissing Ed's cheek as he straightened up, "I think that plan worked."

"Mm, can't talk right now." Ed hissed softly as Stede pulled out, immediately reaching up to him for cuddles. "You fucked my brains out."

Ed didn't want to take the strap out, not yet, so Stede spooned him, occasionally reaching down to play with the trickle of come from Ed's hole.

When they both finally felt up to moving again, when Ed had begrudingly allowed Stede to slip the strap out, he still had to clean himself up because he didn't quite feel up to letting anyone else touch him without the strap in.

"You know I wouldn't change a thing about your body," Stede told him, still obviously a bit worried.

"I know," Ed promised, kissing the corner of Stede's mouth because he knew that would always make Stede kiss him again. "Still just feel like this sometimes. No one's fault."

No one's fault. Not Ed's, either. He was getting better at believing that.

When they made it back to the living room, and Stede sat down to finish his book and Ed booted up Stardew Valley, he felt much better.

They glanced up at the same time as Stede turned a page, made eye contact across the room. Love you, Stede mouthed.

Ed mouthed back an I love you more!

Stede let him win that little game, tonight.

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Omg I absolutely need part 3 of housewife with 🤰 reader

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*Authors note~ the long awaited part 3 for you all and my house wife series. This is just one version of what could happen so don't worry angst fans it's coming*

Trigger Warnings~pregnancy and birth

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A bug indeed. A little wriggly bug that would take nine months before making their way into the world. The sickness continued for a few days before you decided to take a test while Larissa was at work. The flashing plus sign had you in floods of tears as you took in the news. You'd be starting a little family with your lover. It was everything you could've ever dreamed of and desired. You knew you wanted to tell your wife in a cute but tasteful way. But the way you felt right now you knew you'd burst into floods of happy tears. A baby.

Larissa was shocked to come home and find a bun in the oven. No not the baby, a literal bun in the oven. You couldn't help but giggle at her reaction, "hi" you murmured coming to hug your wife. "Hi darling, you do realise you left something in the oven? Are you feeling okay or did you get sick again?" Her worry was adorable but you were hoping she would've caught on by now. "Baby, you left something in my oven" you purred and wriggled your eyebrows at the blonde, your hand resting against your flat stomach. "Really?" Your teary wife whispered causing you to nod and bite your lip. Safe to say that night you and your wife celebrated your news and she made sure to take good care of you.

Two months in, the cravings began, Larissa happily waking up at ungodly hours of the night to grab you what you desired. It was rather hard to find specific pickles at three in the morning but she was determined to grab them, not wanting you to suffer through not having the craving. Another thing Larissa found to be an adjustment was not being able to have you smelling coffee. She couldn't have her morning coffee in bed with you without your unborn child making you feel too nauseous. You couldn't help but chuckle at her pouting when you told her. But it was a sacrifice she'd happily make to have you comfortable.

You started to show around your third month, and Larissa couldn't have been happier. Seeing you grow with her child was causing her libido to skyrocket. Luckily, your hormones were just as bad and there was no complaints from either of you. Every night and morning Larissa would talk with the baby, even though you teased her about it, this was your favourite part of your routines. The way her hand gently stroked your small bump and the way she would smile as she told your child of all the things she can't wait to teach them or about how good of a momma you'd be.

The twenty week ultrasound told you the gender of the baby, neither your or Larissa truly minded what they were but you did have your guesses. To make it fun you included the Nevermore students, they could all guess and even tried to get you doing a few old wives tales to work it out. Unsurprisingly, the students were divided equally, staff leaning more towards a boy but either way you wouldn't mind as long as they were perfectly healthy.  Yourself and Larissa decided to keep the gender between yourselves.

By your seven month mark you were definitely feeling it. You felt as if you were bigger than a house, constantly hungry and always so tired these days. Nothing fit well anymore and you struggled to do your housewife duties. Larissa didn't mind though, she reassured you that it was okay and that growing a tiny human is hard work. But that didn't stop you getting frustrated with yourself and the fact you couldn't do what you use to do. The positive sides would be that your child would wriggle and kick allowing you and Larissa to feel the movement. There's been a few cases where Larissa will talk to the baby and receive a kick to her ear in a response. Those moments made the rest of it all worth it.

At eight months you were so done with pregnancy, itching to hold your baby and it seemed that everyone and their mother and Mary was having their babies before you. Also the fact your pregnancy was nearly over had you feeling rather emotional, you didn't know if you'd get this chance again, to give your child a sibling so you want to savour every last moment of it. Before yours and Larissa's lives change forever and you become a family of three.

On the nine month mark you were anxiously awaiting the little ones arrival. But on your due date they were no where to be seen. You'd had some practice contractions, nothing out of the normal for the past few weeks, but no signs of labour. Larissa liked to joke and say she's just like you and loving her warm cosy bed with her mommys heartbeat soothing her. But you couldn't help but be sad and want to hold your baby now.

Labour was like nothing else you've ever had the experience of. The pain excruciating but the idea of having your tiny baby in your arms and your wife by your side got you through. Poor Larissa thought you'd break her hand as you got to the ring of fire. But once your baby's head was born the rest came easier now. Hearing their first cry had you in tears of joy. You'd done it. They were here safe and sound. Once the baby was born they were scooped up on your chest for a moment or so before being taken to be cleaned off. You instructed Larissa to go with them. Not wanting your baby to be alone now.

Once the doctors had sorted out with you the after birth gore you were sitting up in bed as Larissa bought your baby to you. "Hi love bug" you whispered to the now sleeping and clothed infant in your arms. Happy tears trailing down your cheeks as Larissa wrapped an arm around your shoulders. The infant sleepily wrapped their little first around your finger as you trialled their features. "They have your nose and lips Rissa" you murmured happily, so entranced by the new born in your arms. "She's perfect" Larissa concluded, "ten fingers and ten toes and a good set of lungs, our Imogen Faye Weems is everything and more." Now here in the hospital bed you are not only a house wife but now a mother to the most beautiful little girl in the world, your little love bug.

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[solomons-poison]

Heyyy Tarren!! You wanted to write something for those prompts you reblogged. Can you maybe write this one for Solomon please? 💗💗

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap

I'm sending you lots of love 💗💗 Have fun!!

Hi Winter!! I'd love to, and just in time for Solomon's birthday coming up! Thank you luv ❤️

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap.

Pairing: Solomon x GN!reader

Solomon worked hard to maintain his image in the Devildom. Not many people knew this, the confident way in which he held himself always gave the impression he was simply that good by default and that he never tired, the product of centuries of experience helping him out. But you knew better.

You knew the way that, when in private, he let go of that facade and showed his true self, all his feelings and his weaknesses. With you, he showed you a rare side of himself that he often didn't show even when he was alone, so used to maintaining a certain image that it became the "new" him. It took a while and a lot of convincing, but eventually you'd become the exception for Solomon to let go and relax, someone he could finally show his true self to.

Even then, he didn't often let his walls down, typically saved for when a day was particularly difficult. And today seemed to be one of those days, as he walked into his room where you were waiting for him on his bed. Usually he'd carefully set his things down, greet you with a kiss, go over his day with you or immediately start on a new project. You knew something was wrong, however, when he simply tossed his things onto his desk, walked over to you without a word, and flopped face-down across your lap.

"Long day?" you asked, rubbing Solomon's back as his face was buried in his blanket.

He let out a grunt, not moving as you continued your comforting gesture.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you followed up.

Solomon only grunted again, lying still for a moment before turning his face towards you.

"Not right now, I just want to decompress for a little," he said, voice quiet and clearly fatigued. His lips curled up a little bit, and he reached a hand back to squeeze your knee. "But thank you, love."

You smiled back at him. "Of course. Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?"

Solomon thought for a moment, then flipped around to his back, moving downward until his head lay across your thighs. You couldn't help raising your eyebrows, but brought your hand up to brush his hair back from his face.

After a moment of silence, he finally opened his mouth, looking sheepishly up at you.

"Do you mind if I rest here? Just for a little while," he said, and you knew he tacked on that last bit so that he wouldn't seem a burden. But your sweet, hardworking wizard didn't need to do that to convince you it was okay. Your heart warmed, always happy to provide some kind of comfort to him, and you gently brushed your fingers through his hair.

"Of course," you said, watching as Solomon's eyes struggled to stay open at the feel of your fingers on his head.

"Thanks. Just for a little bit..."

He seemed to finally give in, eyes closing as you continued to pet his hair. It was only a moment later that his breathing evened out, finally looking relaxed, and you couldn't help but sigh at the way he always pushed himself to this point of exhaustion to fall asleep so easily.

You knew Solomon knew he couldn't go on like this forever. Immortal or not, he still had his limits, and he'd have to end this eventually. And truthfully, he was working on it, every day he got better at managing tasks and saying no to unreasonable requests. But until it happened that he stopped looking so tired and stopped pulling all-nighters for his research, you would continue to give him your support, or a comfy lap to nap on, whenever your love needed it.