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kayhi808 · 3 months ago

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First crush ask

- what would be the reader and bucky's first fight like??? How would abby react? What would it be about??

Ps. I love first crush so much!!! You are such an amazing writer!!!

Hi, my little Nonnie! Thank you so much! I'm happy you're enjoying First Crush.

What would your first fight be about? In the beginning of your relationship, you were upset about the risks he was taking on his missions and was thinking about ending things before it even started.

But a fight that Abby was a witness to...🤔

I want to say that Bucky tried to interfere with your job. You were proud about landing this job and you took great pride in excelling and doing well. Bucky may have gone behind your back to Fury saying how overworked you were. Nick Fury doesn't sugar coat anything so he confronted you and you felt embarrassed and humiliated. Bucky just wanted you to have the softest life possible and if he can make that happen he will.

Abby could tell you had been crying, "Mama? What happen?" She rubs circles into your arm trying to calm you, like you do to her.

You kiss her forehead, "It was just a really bad day at work, but I'm ok." Abby still looks at you with concern. "I could really use one of your hugs though."

Abby smiles and climbs into your lap for a snuggle. "Shhhh. I'm here's, Mama. It ok." You give a weak laugh and hug her closer.

There's a firm knock at the door, "Y/N?"

Abby gets up and happily runs to the door, "Bucky!"

Shit! You get up to open the door, but block Bucky from entering your apartment. Abby squeezes through and hugs Bucky's leg, "Hi!" She looks up at him with a big smile.

"Hey Abby," he lifts her placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Bucky looks at you, "Please, doll, can we talk?"

"It's been a long day and I'm really tired," your voice cracks, "I don't want to talk."

Abby hears your voice and looks back at you and she knows something is very wrong. "Mama?" She wiggles until Bucky puts her down and she holds your hand as she watches you brush away a stray tear with your shoulder.

"Doll, please. I'm so sorry."

Abby looks between the two of you and frowns at Bucky, "what did yous do to my Mama?" She tries to pull you inside the apartment, away from Bucky. "You makes her cry?"

You exhale, "remember how I said it was a bad day? Mama is just real tired."

Again with her shoulders hiked up to under her ears and her hands spread wide, "Den why he says sowwy? What he sowwy for? Hmmm?" That's a good question. I don't know.

"I hurt your Mama's feelings, but I didn't mean to. I'm very very sorry."

Abby quickly rushes forward and punches Bucky, almost hitting him in the groin, close enough to make him lose his breath. "Abigail!" You grab her arm as she's ready to take a second swing at him. "Stop it."

"You hurt my Mama in her heart?! That's bad!"

"Hey, look at me. How about you pick out your PJs and stories early? Once you're done, I'll start dinner, ok?"

"2 stories?"

"3"

Anger forgotten, "3 stories!?" She squeals, "Tank you, Mama! G'night Bucky!" She skips off to her room.

"You ok?"

"She almost punched me in the balls and she gets 3 stories?"

"If she actually did, I'd have told her 5." Bucky huffs out a quiet chuckle. "You hurt me in my heart. You deserved it."

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You silently nod. "If I call you later tonight, will you answer?"

You look at him and his eyes are filled with remorse and you do love him. So much. "We'll talk later." He presses his lips to your forehead and leaves.

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doitforbangchan · 10 months ago

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WEATHER THE STORM - Han jisung

requested by the always lovely @jehhskz 💕 girl knows i love some hannie and gave me the perfect request 🥹🥰

Masterlist

Its pretty apparent how flipping much i love this boy in this story...i poured my heart out for this one lol

boyfriend!Han x reader (afab)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, kissing, fingering, kinda sub jisung, kinda dom reader, crying, cursing, a ton of pet names, soooo fluffy, jisung is down bad for reader and has a praise kink. Not proof read <3

WC: 2.9k

The clouds were rolling in rapidly, way faster than you had anticipated. The trees were shaking with the gusts of wind. You had only received the alert of the impending storm on your phone about an hour ago. After giving your weather app one last look, you sighed heavily and tossed your phone on the couch next to you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the rain; you did, in fact you loved it. But, tonight was supposed to be a ladies night out with your friend. You and her had been very excited to try that new Pho place downtown and then go for drinks. You especially had been looking forward to it.

The rain started splattering against the window, the heavy wind getting fiercer by the minute. There was no sense in getting ready for a night that wasn’t going to happen. Your friend has already canceled over an hour ago.

You thought about asking your boyfriend. He had just gotten back into town a few days ago.Jisung had been away for weeks while touring and neither of you have spent any time together. You had texted him ranting about your ruined plans and he had suggested he come over, but you would never ask him to face the storm.

As if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone lit up with a call from ‘Sungie <3’.

“Hey Ji, I was just thinking about you.” You answered, heart feeling heavy at having to be away from him.

“Funny enough, I’m always thinking of you, my baby.” You heard a car door slam on his end, “Your favorite kind of pho is chicken, right?”

“Yeah, whhyyyy?” You drawled. You didn’t get an answer from him, instead you were startled when your doorbell rang. “What the fuck, you didn’t!” You hung up the phone and rushed to the door, flinging it open to find your boyfriend in all his smiling glory, with arms full with food and snacks. “Ji!”

“Delivery for the prettiest girl in the world!” His arms were full or he would have hugged you. You took some of the stuff from his arms and stepped aside for him to enter your home.

“What are you doing here, you crazy person?! Do you not see the insane storm that's coming in?” you chastise even though you were beaming, unable to hide your elation at seeing him in your home. You wish you knew he was coming so you could have changed out of your pjs.

“Wow there's a storm outside?” He said sarcastically, acting shocked. “I couldn’t tell.” You pushed him playfully, and he laughed. “I kinda thought that we could weather the storm together, I mean, if you want? I brought Pho from that place you wanted to try and a bunch of snacks and candy! I remember you talking about building blanket forts when you were little, so I also figured we could build one to snuggle in? I brought my string lights.”

“Oh Ji” you wanted to cry, he was so thoughtful. He always paid the utmost attention to what you say, even absentmindedly. “This is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you my love.” You set down the bags you took from him and attacked him in a hug.

He hugged you back just as tightly, sweeping you off the ground, “Anything for you my baby.” He set you down with a wet smooch to your forehead. You’re stuck with me until this storm is over! No girl of mine is gonna be alone with this bullshit going on outside!” You noticed he had a backpack on, those must be his clothes for a few days. As if you didn’t already have a stache of his clothes already.

The building process was surprisingly pretty quick. Jisung had demanded you build the fort before you ate, so you can ‘eat in the ambiance and celebrate the fruits of our labor’ as he had said. You’re pretty sure the motivation came from keeping the food hot, making you both get to work. Luckily you were a blanket hoarder so you had plenty to use and pile on the floor.

As Ji was hanging the string lights as the finishing touch you set out the food for both of you on the tray you put in the fort. He was right, it was worth the wait. It felt so magical somehow. You must have been stuck in a state of wonder for sometime because Jisung opened the side and scooted himself in, now wearing his pjs.

“You ok there, space cadet?” He teased you, laughing when you pushed him.

“In fact, jackass, I am more than ok.” you set his food down in front of him while he picked something to watch on TV. “You could even say I’m happy.”

He chose a Ghibli movie ‘Spirited away’ (one of your favorites) then dug into his Pho. “That was my goal.” Jisung replied with his cheeks full. “I always wanna make you happy.” He said it with a shrug, as if it was no big deal.

You were so struck with emotion at his statement, your eyes were filled with unshed tears. Here you were, with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, sitting in a whimsical blanket fort said beautiful boy made for you, eating the food he bought and brought here for you. He braved the viscous weather for you. You couldn’t help the overflow of feelings and the tears started leaking from your eyes. What started as one tear, turned into two, turning into a full rolling stream over your cheeks.

When you started sniffling is what finally got his attention, his head snapping over to you and he hurriedly set down his food, shuffling closer to you in panic. “What’s wrong?! Do you not like your pho?! We can switch, here take mine please don’t cry!”

You wiped your eyes, still sniffling but smiling at his franticness, “No, it’s just that.. I love you. So much. I’m so thankful to have you. That’s all.”

He seemed shocked at your words, his own eyes looking teary now. “Oh my baby, my lover, the apple of my eye. I love you.” He grabbed your hands in his, “ You are my inspiration. Every song I write is because of you. I see you in my dreams, and I feel you in my heart when we are apart. Every emotion I have is evoked by you. If anything, I should be thankful for you!”

You attacked him in a tight embrace, not even trying to stop crying now. “Stooop being soooooo sappy!” you complained even though you both knew you loved it. He hugged you back just as tight, burying his face in your hair.

It was like a release, the way both of you were able to let go of everything inside, both of you completely relaxing into each other. It was always easy to be with Jisung. You had only been together for a little over a year, but Jisung had said (you agreed) you both had to have been lovers in another life. That your fates were intertwined. He claimed it was some pact created before the dawn of time to fate you both together for eternity. Soulmates.

You held each other until your sniffling stopped. Just taking in each other's presence. You were the first to pull away, wiping your eyes for the final tears. He gave your cheek a kiss and picked up his food, stuffing his face. You giggled at him then clicked play on the tv, and picked up your food. Thankfully it was still warm.

The howling outside only grew stronger as the evening went on. Every so often the windows would rattle and alarm you both, but the scare only ever lasted a second. Your boyfriend had you curled into his side as you were in the middle of your second movie. The whole apartment was dark sans the string lights and the tv, it was the perfect calm to the storm outside.

His hand was between your thighs, just keeping warm between your skin. It wasn’t a sexual act but you could feel your skin heating up at his touch anyways. You hadn’t been touched in weeks, since before he left this last time. Not even by your own hands, though it was more like whenever you try it doesn’t feel the same. Your body craves him so much you can’t get off without him so why bother. His hand was all you could focus on; knowing he was so close to where you needed him yet he made no moves to close the distance. The man seemed to be paying attention to the movie, if his little hums of laughter was any indication. How was he supposed to know he was unintentionally making you soaking wet? Did he really not notice your silent squirming?

“Sungie” you whispered, moving your face closer to his ear. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Can I tell you something?” He hummed again, “ I’m really wet right now.” you placed a kiss to his ear and he shivered visibly.

“You can't just say things like that!” He turned to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks red.

“Why not?” you giggled at his reaction. “It’s true. ‘Ve been drenched since you put your hand in between my thighs.”

He accidentally let out a groan at your dirty words, biting his lip. He turned on his side and pulled your mouth to his, his wet tongue immediately shoving itself in your mouth. His kiss was sloppy- needy even- his soft lips smothering over yours messily. Jisung had been waiting for the right moment to make a move, not wanting you to feel taken advantage of. If only he had known how bad you had wanted him, he would have been on you (and in you) sooner.

His hand that was between your thighs traveled up to your core, feeling you from the outside of your sleep shorts. You let out a whimper when his fingers deftly rubbed over your clothed slit. He stroked you there for a second while his mouth invaded your own, just letting his fingers run along the seam. When you bucked your hips into his hand he finally gave in and let his hand wander into your bottoms. He was immediately able to feel just how badly you needed him.

“Fuck. you really are drenched, you little devil. Is it all for me?” he bit your lip in between words, his pupils dilated at the liquid he felt coming out of you.

“Uh huh, always for my Sungie. My sweet boyfriend always makes me sooooo wet for him.” You responded, moaning when he pushed a finger inside. He was an expert with his fingers, those years of guitar coming quite in handy, so he knew exactly how to crook his digits up right into your sweet spot. “Sung, fuck, so good.”

You brought one of your own hands down to the growing bulge in his sweats, cupping him the way he likes. Now you were both letting out little moans as you touched each other. Ji added another finger and used his thumb to rub your clit.

“Sungiiie, wanna ride you. Pleaaassee” you tried to push him onto his back. He let you with no hesitation, removing his fingers from you.

“Oh absolutely, baby.” He ripped his own shirt over his head then laid on his back, tugging his sweat pants down his thighs. Once his pants were down you threw your leg over his thighs, settling yourself atop his member, the precum rubbing on your folds. Ji already looked like he wanted to cum at that little contact.

You tossed your own shirt to the floor beside you and his hands shot straight up to cup your breasts. He was panting as he rubbed on your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Mmm always so soft, can never get enough of your soft skin.”

You hummed, shifting your hips to rub yourself over his shaft, your arousal coating him and letting you glide over him. His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he looked up at you through his lashes. He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, “Lover, baby, sweetheart-please let me put it in. Need to feel you around me.” His neediness was showing hard.

“Since you asked so nicely…” You tried your best to smirk but it came out more crooked than you hoped. You reached down underneath you to grab his member. You lifted yourself up slightly to line up his cock to your opening, and then sunk down on him inch by inch. When you had taken his whole length you threw your head back as a moan came out loudly. “F-fuck Hannie, always fill me so good.”

“Nghh y/n, oh my god. So warm around me. So fucking tight.” His eyes closed as you sat on him fully. Your boyfriend let his hands run up and down your torso with his thumbs still finding your nipples each time he went back up.

You let yourself adjust to his thickness for a moment, before you began to roll your hips back and forth. The friction felt delicious. Every motion let you feel every ridge of him within your walls. “M-missed your cock, Sung.”

“Missed you more, my sweets. Missed your pussy. Mmmmm missed everything about you.” One thing about your boyfriend is when he made love to you, he didn’t know how to shut the fuck up. “ m’ never leaving you again. Never leaving this pussy again. You’re gonna be stuck with me forever. Gonna have to pry you from me. Fuck!” He yelled the last part when you started bouncing on him.

“Wan’ tha’. Wanna keep you inside forever.” You cooed at him, gaining a rhythm now. Your thighs were already burning but the pleasure out weighed the pain. You placed your hands on his chest for support, riding him like your life depended on it.

The touches he gave you were getting rougher, fingers digging into your sides, indents of his painted nails leaving small crescents in your skin. “Oh oh please, baby, wanna fill you, wanna cum in you, please baby. M’ so good for you. Just wanna give you my love.” His hips were bucking as he got closer to his high, unable to keep himself together.

“You are so good f’ me, Sungie. Always the best boy, making me feel so fucking good.” You took one of his hands in yours and took it off of your ribs and brought it down to your clit. “Rub it, make me cum, Sungie. Can’t cum without you.”

Immediately he began to rub harsh circles on your bundle, his rhythm on the nub being perfect. Jisung lived to please you, he took great pride in knowing exactly how to touch you. His need for praise was too high for him to have a lack of attention.

Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm was creeping up on you. You could tell Ji was trying to get you there, his own release about to burst. He was drooling as you looked down at him, and his big eyes were leaking salty tears. His brown eyes were blown out, dark with intense lust for you.

“M’ gonna cum, princess, gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up, baby.” His voice was straining as he warned you.

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours Ji. You deserve it.” Once you gave him permission the floodgates opened, and he let go inside of you. He was shaking and squirming under you, his hips bucking wildly. His loud whines filled the room, mixing with the howls from the wind outside, creating this beautiful symphony. Witnessing his intense pleasure and feeling his warmth fill you caused you to fly over the edge after him. Your own whimpers follow soon after.

“Kiss me, please angel.” He begged through his teary whines. You leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing each other's moans. You physically couldn’t keep yourself on top of him any longer. As soon as the shocks of your orgasm subsided you fell directly on top of him, letting his arms cage you against him as you both fought to get your breath back.

Jisung just held you against him, keeping his member inside and just embracing how warm you were. Yeah he had missed the sex, but what he missed more was the intimacy. How the both of you could sit here and just exist within each other. He really loves you more than anything, and he knows you love him just as much. He had told you time and time again you were cosmically aligned, and now more than ever, he felt how true it was.

If there's one thing he could absolutely be certain of, it's that right here, under the fairy lights, with you close to him as you peppered his face with wet kisses, was one of the highlights of his life.

Maybe it was a good idea to bring the little black box that hid within his bag.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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storm-angel989 · 7 months ago

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Valentino x Daughter reader where reader sneaks out and comes back in the middle of the night drunk and he catches us. What would happen? -Dont forgot to drink lots of water and get a lot of sleep love! 😁

As promised, another take on this request! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

“You’re joking, right? She honestly thinks she’s slick?” Velvette asked as she watched the screen on her phone.

The clock on her bedside stand flashed one am. Until moments ago, she had been curled up against her stain pillow, fast asleep, dreaming of her next big design. Unfortunately, her slumber was interrupted by Vox and Valentino on either side. She scowled and started to yell at them to get out of her bed. That is, until Vox pressed his phone into her hand.

“Valentino, your daughter is something fucking else,” she snorted.

Valentino looked annoyed. “My daughter? She’s your niece too.”

Vox snorted, “yeah, but look at that getup. That’s your kid, Valentino.”

Valentino groaned as he watched his scantily clad daughter slip out the back door of the V tower. “Where did her tracker say she was? Should we stage an intervention?”

Velvette rolled her eyes. “Nah. Let her think she’s so smart and catch her the second she walks in the door. That will scare her more than anything.” She settled herself back against the pillows. “Vox! Turn on the TV. You guys want to watch a movie while we wait for reader to come home?”

The clock chimed three when reader finally stumbled into the lobby. Vox clicked the television over from the movie to the security cameras.

“I should have made popcorn, Val. I can’t wait to see you parent this,” Velvette cackled. “Seriously, it’s like watching you when you were her age.”

Valentino huffed as he watched his daughter start to stumble towards the elevator. “First off, when I was her age I didn’t exactly have anywhere to sneak out from, let alone someone waiting for me at home. Second of…I would have done it better.” He pushed himself up out of bed.

“Done it better? How so? Val, if I remember right…” Vox began.

Valentino cut him off with a look. “Listen. Not in front of my kid, alright? Save those stories for another time. Like when she’s of legal drinking age.”

He stepped into the kitchen just as the back door to the stairwell opened. He had to give her credit for riding the elevator up to the floor just below theirs and sneaking up the back staircase. It was a good plan, but with her Uncle being who he was, it wasn’t the best plan she could have come up with.

He flicked on the lights and she stopped dead in her tracks, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

“Papi? Wh-what are you doing up?” She slurred. “You..you’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I was. Care to explain why you’re not?”

She stared at him with the same drunken stare his clients often had. He sighed and stepped towards her.

“Tell me bebita, how much have you had to drink?”

She crossed her arms and stumbled to the side. “Why’d you care Daddy?”

He looked at her in amusement. “More than enough then. Come on, sweetheart, let’s put you to bed. We can talk about consequences in the morning.”

“I don’t want a consequence!” She muttered.

Valentino held back a grin. “I know you don’t.”

He followed her to her room. Velvette gave him a knowing look and slipped in before closing the door.

“Don’t worry Val, she’ll get her into her pjs safely. And here, have her drink this,” Vox suggested. He handed Valentino a cold bottle of red gatorade. “If it doesn’t immediately come back up, she’s probably fine.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll be babysitting tonight anyway. Just in case,” Valentino grumbled as the door open.

Vox shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“Boys, you can come in,” Velvette called.

Valentino glanced to Vox and pushed open the door. Both broke out in grins at the sight that greeted them. Reader, curled up, head against her pillow, half on Velvette, who was propped up next to her in bed. Across the room, the TV glowed softly.

“I think I’ll be the one on babysitting duty,” Velvette grumbled. “I only got her in bed if I promised her I’d have a sleepover.”

“Oh. She’s gonna hate that in the morning,” Valentino grinned. He set the bottle of gatorade on the nightstand. “Good luck with that.”

“Oh fuck you. Both of you, shoo. Next time, Valentino, it’s on you,” Velvette warned. “And Vox? Maybe vamp up security so there won’t be a next time.”

“Noted,” Vox smirked as he and Valentino turned to leave the room. “Night Vel.”

“You sure you got her? She is my…” Valentino began.

“If you say ‘my daughter’ like I haven’t spent the last sixteen years of my life with her, I’ll shoot you myself. Go. Get on. Shoo.” Velvette snapped.

Valentino grinned but he made his way back to his bedroom. Now to think of a creative consequence.

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strxbrymochi · 11 months ago

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i know im quite late but this has been stuck in my head and i need to get it out so here are my 12am impulse thoughts,,,

how i imagine nct dream would be on valentine's day;

note: this is just the vibes i get from seeing them and 100% based on my delusional imagination

mark;

i am extra delulu for this man rn its so bad

i feel like he would be such a wholesome valentine date

straight up imagined some sort of serenading going on bc hello guitar skills?? and his voice??

i'd imagine he'd gift you some sort of designer thing (just cause i think he's the type to spoil u for special occasions bc ur his girl yk screams)

i think good food = good talks = just enjoying each other's company; type of guy i genuinely feel like you can have hour hour hours long convos and not get bored

lots of laughs bc hearing his laugh >>>

feel more home date vibes where you take out your fave foods and just jam out love songs in pjs but i can also see late night walks or going to some lowkey resto so yalls dont get spotted

renjun;

this guy is for real a deep down romantic aint no way with that face and attitude have you seen how he speaks to some of the dreamies??

defs would serenade u if u ask him to (imagine him shy at first but giving it his all aww)

hands down will gift u something he custom made i do not doubt this given he made custom hoodies for the rest of dream but yours defo will be extra special and made with care <3

can imagine some sort of art date or a quiet night for the two of yalls, him spoiling u a bit cause valentines is extra reason to do so

honestly if i was on a date w him i'd just stare at him ... oops

i think u guys should do the "draw each other" trend as a gift and ur drawing of him looks horrendous (bc u are not as gifted in the arts-- if you are good for u) while his of you looks majestic but he keeps it anyways bc u made it (hearing his beautiful laugh makes it worth ut too anyways)

jeno;

ok look i think jeno's v acts of service-y

wouldn't question if he attempts to cook for you or do things for you a lot more often on valentines to show his love for u (wake up to meals and a clean house yessir-- only for today tho GAHAHAHAHA)

another one i think would spoil you with designer stuff and just imagine the little cute smile on his face when he watched you open the gifts cause he's out here looking at u w pure genuine love (must be nice)

my man's a gamer would probs challenge u to a game or two before heading out

ice cream !!!!!! i have seen 2 vlogs w him looking for and eating ice cream i think you guys will defs have an ice cream taster or smtg (he's so me!!)

idk bro i love jeno any boyfriend fantasy i have in my dreams is played out by him. TT

haechan;

nah yea atp they'd all spoil you (pls dream is full of loving green forest men)

i can imagine deep talks about your future together like wouldnt be surprised if mans doesnt just propose to you alr thats how much he loves you

clingy clingy boy and he is not afraid to show you and let you know how much he loves u !

would hands down take you to the BEST restos and yalls would have insanely good food

can see some karaoke or bowling or idk just an activity yalls can do together before going home for a quiet night of the talks and just enjoying each other's presence

where do i find one genuine question

jaemin;

royalty treatment all the way

breakfast in bed: check with four course meal, flowers: check, gifts: check, chore-free house: check say less

i feel like jaemin is a very big words of affirmation guy so he will not stop complimenting you or saying he loves you

takes a lot of pictures of you too

yk also i think he'd actually send his mom flowers for valentine's day too

staring at you for hours with that stupid cute grin of his, eyes full of adoration

would have all your wants and preferences memorised hes so attentive you actually dont need to worry or do anything all day (just appreciate it bc u deserve him and his love!!!)

chenle;

(there were like no chenle gifs wtf)

PRESIDENT ZHONG CHENLE!!!!! money moves fr name what u want and u got it, spoiled level 1000 on valentine's day

if he could go around freely i think he's the type to take you to fancy ass restaurants like those rich hotel ones (but like if not that's ok he'll spoil you through other means)

he's a menace sometimes i think he'd joke around and try to get on your nerves a bit for fun like imagine him rocking up and being like what day is it today? oh it's valentine's? what's that idk what that is. was i meant to do smtg for u? (him and haechan fr would be the type to tease u so bad) all that just for laughs i can alr imagine the look on his face

as sweet as he is i think at one point he'd either make you do smtg so stupid w him or get a random ass matching present just for the lols (he rlly doesn't gaf he's so real and u love him for it)

jisung;

my sweet sweet child (we're like the same age)

i feel like he'd be so babie trying to prep everything and making sure everything is perfect for u awwwie

tries to act all tough and cool but melts on the inside, compliment him once he shows that smile of his and he's down forever

would be the type to get advice from his hyungs on what to do but be so shy when asked (sksks hes adorable pls)

i feel like he would make you a custom gift like something you can take w u always but also get u something expensive idk unless ur not into that stuff GAHAHA

IMAGINE he tries cooking for u but oblivious kiddo ended up burning it but its ok he tried, yalls got takeout instead

OK ALSO think him trying to teach u how to dance that'd be so cute or yalls can end it w a movie just in each other's presence and u fall asleep next to each other on the couch (BYE SO CUTE IM DED)

ok that's it im done i need to sleep good night (stay delulu besties <3)

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grapesrsogood · 1 month ago

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PART TWO OF PET AND PICKLE but now its Pet and Pickle and Barista and Love :3

All the listeners are referred to as women, the first one is gender neutral but i couldnt help myself with this one T^T

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Pet and Pickle deciding on one of their sleepovers that they need to expand their friendship group.

Pickle saying she could look into her childhood best friend, Barista, so she does and finds that she was taken in by a gang. Pickle doesn’t give up though and contacts the gang lord, explaining the situation and Warden finds it so amusing that he allows it (and with the knowledge of who Issac is and knowing he’s trustable)

Pet contacting her emergeny contact, who just so happens to be Dontis, asking if he know anyone who would be interested in their friendship group, Dontis asking Love and Love agreeing, they dont ask Xanthus though since he definitely would have to threaten them or what not.

Their stupid little group chat that took way too much effort to create talks daily and about literally EVERYTHING.

The texts consist mostly of “goodnight pookies :D”s and “good morning besties :3”s.

All of them agreeing to meet up in a park for a picnic together, they tell their partners that it’ll be a cute date in a pretty park but in reality its a massive fuck off picnic where the girls wrestle and make flower chains, laughing about random things.

The guys are just so confused about how this even happened, Issac being the awkward little shit he is, Xanthus angrily staring at everyone except for Love, Elias trying to start conversation and trying to ease the tension but inevitably fails and Asirel with his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose the whole time, how the hell did they end up here.

The girls becoming best friends immediately and playing random stupid little games like duck duck goose, hide ‘n’ seek and tag whilst the guys dont understand the how they can be so trusting and have so much fun with people they’ve known for maybe a month.

The girls would all kill for eachother and are so close that they form a pact where if any of them are in trouble then the others would come rescue them no matter what.

They call themselves the bestfriend squad, the guys hate it.

They have frequent sleepovers but have to rent out places because none of the guys trust the others enough to go to their own houses.

Matching pj’s all the way. DUH

They dress up for halloween together, they give each other gifts, they NEED to throw birthday parties for each other and god forbid they find out its any of they guys birthdays.

They have created their own little family in a matter of weeks and their favourite days are when Dontis comes over too and they all get piggy back rides. :3

Two words. CUDDLE PILE >v<

Talking about how they all met and they’re all horrified to hear about each others.

“Yeah, Xanthus cornered me in an ally, i stabbed him and then he drank my blood. I love him so much” :)

“…. HE DID WHAT?!”

“Yeah, Issac kinda just picked me up in an alleyway and took me home”

“SO HE KIDNAPPED YOU?!”

“Oh, Elias saved my life when a rival gang blew up the coffee shop i was working at”

“Sweet but YOUR WORKPLACE EXPLODED?!

“Asirel bought me”

“What the actual fuck”

Thats basically how that went.

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BUT let me know if yall want more because i love them :3

This writing style is one of my favs and is the easiest but it also means the posts are fairly short most of the time :(

You can find part 1 here

And part 3 here

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BAIIIIII :D

#fanfiction #asmr #sakuva #xanthus claiborne #dontis #zsakuva #issac zsakuva #zsakuva asirel

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xxknoxvixenxx · 6 months ago

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me the minute i get my grubby little hands on knox (lovingly ofc 💋)

#jackass #johnny knoxville #2000s #2000s nostalgia #and if i said this was doing something to me? sexually?#bam margera #early 2000s #2000s fashion #2000s scene #steve o #y2k fashion #v does not like vito #v loves pj <3

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amoebagrl · 1 year ago

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Abby taking care of depressed reader?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ gf!abby taking care of depressed reader

content warnings: depression, hurt/comfort, sweetie pie angel baby abby <3

wc: 000

a/n: hi nonnie!🩷 this is my first time ever writing something on this topic, so pls give feedback as i’m still v new to this :) i have struggled with depression in the past, so this is personal to me 😭♡! i didint know if you wanted a full fic or headcannons so i wrote a little drabble <3!p.s. this is the song that played as i wrote this ☆

୨୧ shes sooo patient with u :(

୨୧ abs ordering your favorite food and eating it with you on the couch in your shared apartment

୨୧ literally THE most gentle girl in the world!! she's such a sweetheart <3

୨୧ if u have a therapist she's def updating them on how your doing/asking how she can help you

୨୧ her calling in sick to work to take care of you n give all her attention to you when youre depressed

୨୧ abby running you a warm bath on one particularly difficult night

“c’mere babe” abby says, lightly brushing your hair off your face and picking you up gently, your legs wrapping around her waist immediately. she helps u take ur pjs off and lowers you into the warm, bubble filled water. “is that too hot?” she asks, concerned. “no” you sigh, relaxing into the tub as she pets your head.

୨୧ abby bringing you a warm towel, fresh out of the dryer, and clean and warm pajamas to wear as she turns the tv on and starts one of your favorite movies, a disney princess one.

you snuggle into her chest, drifting off to sleep as the movie plays faintly and abby rubs small circles on your back.

“thank you” you whisper softly, just loud enough for her to hear.

"of course, i love you.” she replies, kissing your head as you fall asleep, feeling safe in her arms.

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httqvi · 5 months ago

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SYLUS. ꒰ masterlist. ꒱

CATEGORIES: sfw & nsfw oneshots, drabbles, imagines, headcannons, smaus

LABELLING: ‹3 a favorite, 𖥻 shed tears

[ SFW — ONESHOTS ]

jealousy incarnate by chuluoyi

— 3.8k words. 18+ suggestive content, minors do not interact, jealousy, crack, fluff, smut, a dash of comfort, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc).

pretty bird by snowballseal

— 2.1k words. sylus is jealous of you giving mephisto attention. that's it. you tease him when you find out.

little dino ‹3 by starmocha

— 2.5k words. sylus + daughter. sylus has a little dinosaur problem.

[ NSFW — ONESHOTS ]

highest bidder by ramonathinks

— 5.3k words. 18+ virginity loss, soft sex, small plot but not really, pet names, slight? knife play, oral, she/her pronouns, choking, finger sucking, praise, dumbification, degradation, slight fingering, corruption kink( if you squint), female guided masturbation (? kinda? idk!), squirting, attempt at aftercare, the twins have a cameo.

the sin and the sinner. (part 1) ‹3 by saintobio

— 8.2k words. sylus x villain!reader, angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+, reader works for onychinus, reader is not l&ds!mc, set in the N109 zone, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, baby doll, darling, sweetie), unprotected sex, throatfucking (m!receiving), cunnilingus (f!receiving), cum-eating, slight dom/sub play, spitting, hair-pulling, spanking, biting, choking, overstimulation, bondage, blindfolding, lots of jealousy, possessiveness, yandere themes, stalking, blood, violence, usage of guns, allusions to prostitution, killings, death, *coughs* that one harley+joker scene.

𖥻 the conquered and the conquerer. (part 2) ‹3 by saintobio

— 10.4k words. sylus x villain!reader, angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+, villain!reader, reader previously works for onychinus, reader is not l&ds!mc, sylus is a little ooc, main story spoilers, melodic weave spoilers, lots of timeskip, fast-paced, lore heavy, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, sweetie), explicit smut, cunnilingus (f!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, espionage, reader smoking, reckless driving, violence, spitting, choking, jealousy, usage of guns, suicide (or attempts thereof), death, and a twist in the end i can’t reveal.

𖥻 the loved and the lost. (part 3) ‹3 by saintobio

— 9.5k words. sylus x villain!reader, angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+, sylus's pov, reader is not l&ds!mc, sylus might be ooc, main story spoilers, razor's dance spoilers, nightplumes spoilers, lots of timeskip, fast-paced, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, sweetie), espionage, jealousy, brief smut, mentions of pregnancy/impregnation kink, mentions of accidents, suicide attempt, injuries, blood, usage of guns, usage of knife, killings, death, my own theories incorporated into the lore, sylus groveling bcos yall want him to.

a practical demonstration by janumun

— 9.8k words. sylus x f!reader, size difference, oral and vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, mild mentions of stalking (not sylus or mephisto for once lol), inexperienced (not virgin) reader, edging, drinking, [im]proper use of evol, explicit sexual content.

red tape by sugartheplum

— 8.8k words. mma fighter!sylus x manager!reader, nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, modern au, smut, vaginal fingering, kissing, dirty talk, oral sex - m! and f!receiving, praise kink, p in v, masturbation, size difference, size kink, mild choking.

[ IMAGINES & DRABBLES ]

— 08/02/24; 11:33pm by jinwoosungs (nsfw)

— cockwarming you by takeaslicex (nsfw)

— fluffy pjs by mrs-kurooo (sfw, fluff)

— sleepy affection by snowballseal (sfw, fluff)

— bane of existence by chuluoyi (sfw, suggestive)

— more than luxury by connorsui (sfw, fluff)

— stargazing in your eyes by connorsui (sfw, fluff)

— emotional support by sushiyuzu (sfw, fluff)

[ HEADCANNONS ]

— how clingy sylus copes with your absence by matsunolvr (sfw, fluff)

— ex-husband!sylus ‹3 by plutotheplum (nsfw)

[ SMAUS ]

#sylus!

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roonyxx · 6 months ago

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Healing Love: Part 5

Summary: You have a normal life as a nurse, and you are content with it. But then a storm called Dean Winchester rolls into it and you get swept away by his charms. But secrets linger and threaten to drown you both.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!nurse!reader

Word count: 1500

Chapter warnings: fluff, smut (P in V, unprotected sex, be smarter than this!), blow job.

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A/N: this is the last chapter of Healing love! I hope you all enjoyed the ride as i did :).

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* 3 months later *

“Look at that.” You smile as you brush your fingers over the pink line on his stomach, “You heal fast and well. The scar will stay I’m afraid.” You tug his shirt back down and look at his handsome face.

“Not that it makes you any less handsome.” You say.

He shrugs in a nonchalant way, “What’s one more scar.” Dean answers.

“So I’m officially healed? I no longer need a nurse?” he asks as he looks into your eyes.

You pat his chest and smile, “You are officially discharged from my care Mister Winchester.”

He smiles and leans closer to press his lips against yours.

You cup his face and kiss him back with a smile.

“So that means I won’t see you anymore?” he asks against your lips.

“As if you could get rid of me so easily.” You chuckle.

He pulls back and looks at your face.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing you’re just so beautiful and kind and- and I don’t deserve you, especially not after how I treated you.” he sighs.

“How you treated was unjust, but I understand Dean. With your past it is normal to be wary. And you apologized and treated me so well over the last few months. I forgive you, Dean.” You stroke the side of his head as you tell him this, running your fingers through his soft hair.

“I don’t forgive myself.” He mutters.

You move to straddle him in his bed, you are both in pjs.

He looks up at you, his hands stroking your bare thighs, his fingers dipping under your pj shorts.

“You should.” You mutter and bend to start kissing his neck.

He arches his neck so you have better access and hums.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.” His hands move under your shorts and grab your butt, tugging you flush against him.

You moan when you feel his hard length pressed against you, his grip tightens with a roll of your hips.

“Am I finally healed enough to have you?” he says as he pushes your shirt up and starts kissing your breasts.

“Y-yes.” You answer.

You had heard of Dean’s reputation, the womanizer, and that is also a reason why you and him haven’t gone all the way yet. He’s the take ‘em and leave ‘em type.

But the way he behaved over the last few months tells you that you mean more to him than just an easy lay.

You’ve been at the bunker almost constantly the last few weeks, sleeping in his bed, moving some of your clothes in his closet. Even Quinn is running around somewhere right now.

At first it was because it was easier to help Dean but it soon turned into more.

You fist his hair when his lips close tight around your nipple and suck hard.

“D-Dean” you moan. “T-Take me please.”

He grunts and flips you two around with that hunter speed. He lays you on your back and takes off his shirt followed by yours.

Your hands travel up the soft skin of his tummy to reach his pecks and collarbones.

“You’re so perfect.” You breathe out.

His hands are tugging your shorts down, you help him kick them off. Now completely bare for him, you can’t help but blush.

“Says perfection itself.” He half moans and starts to push down his pants.

When he is free of the restricting fabric, he takes himself in his hand and starts pumping.

“Fuck.” He moans.

The sight of him like that before you makes your mouth water. You move onto your knees before him and push him down on his back. You lower yourself between his legs.

His hands find your hair, one hand gathering all your strands to hold it in a tight ponytail.

You push his hand and grab his cock by the base and lick up his shaft.

“Mh, how can I not taste you when you look so delicious.” You say while looking through your eyelashes.

“Fuck… taste me, baby.”

You don’t hesitate and take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before sucking him in deeper. Moaning along his length.

“Grah Y/n yes baby, just like that.” His chest is heaving and his grip on your hair tightens.

You use your free hand to grab his balls and massage them firmly, earning another big groan from him.

Hearing him make those sounds has you dripping between your legs. You begin to eagerly bob your head up and down. Taking as much of him in your mouth as you can.

“Y-Yes fuck… keep going.” He’s panting heavily.

You moan around him, making his cock vibrate and look up at him through your lashes.

His green eyes are burning with desire, it is the hottest thing you have ever seen.

“F-fuck Y/n, I need to be inside you.” he grunts and tugs you off of his cock with your hair.

He half throws you back down on your back and move over you, his cock rubbing against your folds.

“D-Dean! Yes, please take me.”

“So wet, all this from sucking my cock, baby?” he asks.

“Y-yes.” You answer truthfully.

He groans and uses his thumb to put his tip at your entrance and looks up at you for your consent.

You smile and give him a quick nod.

With that he pushes inside you slowly, giving you the time to adjust.

“O-Oh” you gasp at his size. You knew he was big and that you were gonna feel it.

“F-fuck you are so tight.” He groans into your ear.

You grasp his shoulders and spread your legs wider, placing them around his waist, opening up more for him.

“Y-You’re just really big.” You chuckle with a sharp inhale.

“Too big?” he worries.

“No, just perfect.” You smile and kiss him deeply, pouring all your love in it.

Slowly he makes his way in until he bottoms out and is grinding into you. His pelvis rubbing perfectly against your clit.

“O-oh f-fuck Dean, I’m s-so full.” You move your hand to your lower belly and press down, moaning even louder when you can feel him there.

“F-fuck, you want me to come immediately?” he chuckles and takes your hand off, intertwining his fingers with your and pressing them next to your head.

“M-move Dean, please.”

He pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in. Moaning with each thrust in.

“Yes yes yes!” you moan and he goes faster, moaning in your ear.

“Y-You feel so good for me, baby. I’ve been dreaming about your wet pussy for months.”

You can’t even properly form words anymore, all you can say is his name.

He is trusting into you so wildly, all these months of pent up tension finally coming to an end.

You wanted this to last but the urge to come is bigger, greater, more powerful. You’re dangling on that edge.

“I’m gonna come Dean, don’t stop. F-fill me.” You moan and grab your own boobs, pinching your nipples as you keep approaching that high.

“Y-yes baby, clench me, fucking come for me and I’ll fill you up.” He groans and is beginning to loose his rhythm.

His words is what breaks the dam and your orgasm floods through you, for once you don’t hold back and let your powers shine through. Your eyes glowing bright.

“DEAN YES!” you scream and grab his shoulders tight as you come hard.

“Y/N YES” with a final hard thrust you feel him spilling inside of you, moaning and grinding against you, his groans fill your ear as he lowers his body fully on yours, his cock twitching with cum inside you.

You hold him close against you, stroking his back as you both come down from your high.

“M-move in.” He mutters against your neck.

“W-what?” you say and angle your head back to look at him.

“Move in, I don’t want to be away from you. I- I love you, Y/n.” his eyes are teary as he says this.

“Y-You love me?” You gasp and feel your own eyes getting watery.

“I-I do.” He brushes a lone tear from your cheek, “I think I fell in love with you after our first date.” He chuckles.

“You mean when you showed up with blood all over you at my door?” you smile.

“Yes.” He smiles back.

“I-I love you too, Dean. But if we do this, I need it to be forever.”

“I want nothing less than forever.” He says and kisses you deeply.

At that moment the bedroom door opens and Quinn comes running in and jumps on the bed, clearly wanting to join the kiss, he licks both of your faces.

“Ah Quinn!” you giggle at the sudden intrusion but pull him close to you and Dean.

Dean rubs his soft head, “You ready for this to become your new home?” he asks.

Quinn answers with a enthusiastic bark and an even more enthusiastic tail wag.

You chuckle, “That means yes.”

You look at Dean, “We both are.” You say with the biggest smile in your life and claim his lips once more.

The end.

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yourbestprincess · 1 year ago

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Dark kind of love.

Part 1-

WARNINGS: Dom!Ghostface x fem!sub!reader, reader is in collage, ddlg (kinda), virgin!reader, also whoever had that hc that ghostie wears pj pants under his robe is so real and I’m using that, creampie, p in v, stalker!ghostface, MAYBE Danny Johnson…, ghostie is kinda a simp, reader is definitely falling for him, blood, carving of name into lower back, reader giving head, reader has a vag, clit play, hair pulling, praise kink, also some minor humiliation:3 ENJOY!!!

You lay in your comfy bed as you hear the clock strike 12:00.

You have had a relatively normal day. You got up, went to class, got lunch, and came back home to do homework. You were the lonely type. Not many people suited your type, vice versa, so you lived alone.

You lived in a sad little one story house not far from your school, it was a short walk, so you didn’t mind.

You sigh as you put get up from your bed to turn the lights around the house off. As you get closer to your room, you get an eerie feeling, but you can’t figure it out.

He’s been waiting for this day, patiently waiting. Watching you everyday, finding out your favorite spots to be, practically following you around like a puppy. He found your house relatively quick, all he had to do was follow you home. You never even knew.

He drove into your neighborhood and parked block away from your house, walking the rest of the way. You never even knew.

He awaits to enter now. He’s already looked at all of your windows, and, somehow, you left your bedroom window open today…poor girl.

Today was finally the day he was going to kill you.

You crawl into bed after shutting all of the lights off. Exhaustion flows over you after having a tiring week, all you can think about is sleep.

You roll over, thinking about the eerie feeling, but brushing it off thinking it was just a coincidence. Everything feels normal until you hear a tapping on your windows.

“What the fuck?” You say in a whisper. You hear giggling coming from outside your window. You assume it’s just some drunk students ending up at the wrong place.

“Go home, man. I got finals tomorrow.” You grunt as you start to get up to lock the window. You rub your eyes as you begin to reach the window to lock it, but before you can do that, a gloved hand pulls it open.

“Hey!“ you exclaim, “what the-“

“Nuh uh uh.” A man wearing a ghastly mask spoke.

“Oh. Is this some sort of prank? What do you want? C’mon man.” Your voice starts to tremble.

He giggles through his nose, “Oh, I promise this isn’t a prank, sweetheart.”

“Then what is it that you want from me?” You question as he starts to fit himself through the window, making it into your house.

He pulls out his knife, “I want your life. It’s that simple, love.” His tone of voice excited and proud

Fuck. You bolt for the door to exit your room, but as soon as you turn away from him to risk it all, his gloved hand grips your wrist, leaving marks.

You quietly shriek, thinking about all the ways that he could murder you.

“Could I offer something else?” You look up at him, pleading being the next best thing.

He shuts the window and walks over to your bed, sitting down on it.

“And what might that be, hm? Ya’ really think you’ve got anything?” He snorts as plays with his knife, ripping your sheets.

“You could, um, take my virginity. If you want.” You spoke timidly, waiting impatiently for his answer. He takes a long while, finding himself a bit dumbfounded.

You look down to see the bulge in his thick black robe. Maybe it was because you were braless in a white t-shirt with a thong on, maybe it was your plead, or maybe it was both.

He stands up, towering over your small frame, “I could make that work, sweetheart. But don’t you fucking dare expect that I won’t keep coming back.”

You barely sigh of relief until he manhandles you and tosses you onto your bed. He pulls out his knife from a pocket in his robe and cuts off your panties with them, making sure not to cut you because you’re his property, now.

He lifts up his robe, to your surprise he’s wearing fuzzy pajamas pants and some black and white vans. He slides down his pants and his boxers to reveal his cock. It’s more long than girthy, but it’s still thick, more so than you think you can take, especially for your first time.

You speak up, “I don’t…I can’t take it, it’s too big..” he glares down at you, towering over your bottomless body.

“I’ll fucking make it fit.” He growls as he speaks. Your blood turns cold as you start to regret your decision. You whimper at his response and let it be.

He pulls your hand to meet his shaft and lets you pump him a couple times. Your hands grip tightly around his dick, gently squeezing it.

“I don’t know how to-“ you stammer as he guides your hand up and down his cock, before he tilts your head down, forcing it your mouth and down your throat.

You whimper and gag before he goes a bit slower and speaks to you.

“Shhh. Shush babydoll, daddy will take care of it. Just be a good fucking girl and take it, will ya?” You continue to whimper, tears start pouring down your cheeks as you take him so deep and so good in your throat.

“Uh-huh. Atta girl, just like that.” He continues forcing himself down your throat, blocking out your attempted cries. He finally slows down enough to let you breathe. You slowly slide your mouth off of his shaft and let him lift your chin up. Your saliva creates a line from your mouth to his cock, but it’s broken once he snaps your neck up to look at him.

“I- I didn’t know how to- I’m sor-“ he puts his hand through your hair, gripping at it, making you stop.

He turns you over onto your back making you arch your back. He snickers at the sight of you like this. He grips your hips with his big hands, squeezing and squishing your plump ass. He was in control, and you let it happen. You weren’t completely scared, you loved this feeling of him taking you over.

“You did great babydoll. No need to apologize.” You know he’s definitely smirking behind the mask by the tone of his voice.

Before you can even think about the situation, he’s already grazing his tip over your dripping cunt. With a strong thrust, he enters your right wet pussy.

“Goddamn, princess. You’re so tight. Fucking perfect.” He gawks at your tightness. “Could fuck this all damn day.” He presumes.

You whimper and cry as he stuffs himself fully inside of you, bottoming out in you.

“t’ much…can’t take it. Fuck. ghostface-“ you grip the sheets and sob into the mattress as he relentlessly thrusts inside of you, making your bleed.

“Say that again. Now!” He commands. He grabs your hair and makes his hand into a fist with it, using it at his mercy.

He pulls tighter on your hair, demanding a response, “g-ghost..face!”

“Thaaaats it, good girl. takin’ me so good. You fuckin’ love this, dontcha, doll.” He grabs his knife and drags the tip of it down your back, making you press up harder against his groin. He carves something into your lower right back, close to your asscheeks. You yelp and sob harder from the pain.

“Holy- Fuck. Princess, if you keep making those noises I will fucking breed you.” Hot, white noise clouds his brain as the sound of your pain fills his ears. He moves his hands from your hips to take one of his gloves off. His ungloved hand goes down to your pussy. He takes his middle and ring finger to rub your clit in small circles.

“mmhpmm’ it hurts! hurts s’ bad…feels s’ good..” white floods your vision as you get closer and closer to cumming.

“Dontcha just fuckin’ love this? Good fucking girl.” Haze flows over both of you in a rush. He continues to thrust, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Fuck! Cant fucking take it! gonnacum! Mm! Cummingcummingcumminh!” Every word you say comes out all together in a slur.

Ghostface continues to sloppily pound into your sore pussy, grunting loud and wildly. He mouths incoherent words as he fully fills your cunt up with thick, warm ropes of cum.

You cum so much and so aggressively that you end up passing out on your bed. In the meanwhile, ghostie decided to go into your bathroom and look for any type of birth control, luckily your mom had given you a Plan B the day you left for collage “in case anything happened”. He grabs a pair of clean panties from your laundry basket and puts it on your nightstand with the Plan B.

“What- did we?” You look up to ghostface who is towering over your sitting figure. He caresses your face with his gloved hand.

“Shhhshh it’s okay princess.” He somehow comforts you by his whole demeanor. He’s supposed to be scary, why aren’t you scared?

You nuzzle your head into his hand even more, looking up at him.

“You’re such a slut for letting a psycho breed ya, but such a good girl for it, aren’t you? My little cumslut? That’s whatcha fuckin’ are.” He forcibly nods your head with his hand as he giggles. You should probably be fighting him and be disagreeing, but you smirk and let it happen.

He lets go of your face and points to the birth control and panties.

“Are you just going to leave me?” Sadness comes to you that shouldn’t even be there, making tears form.

“I’ll be back. You’ll see me around.” He walks towards the window, knowing that he shouldn’t be feeling this way over a victim. He jumps back out the window.

“Oh, by the way, sweetheart, good luck with those final.” He giggles as he fades into the early morning.

You get up from your bed to lock the window, but as soon as the do that you feel an almost excruciating pain in your lower back.

What the fuck?! You’d almost forgotten that he’d carved something into you. You walk up to your full length mirror as you view the bleeding cut on your back.

D.J

“what the-“ you said aloud.

That must be his initials…

You put on your new panties and down the Plan B, before looking at the note that he’d left you.

“I’ll be back for more. Don’t you fucking DARE let anyone touch you.”

#ghostface smut #ghostface #dead by daylight ghostface #scream #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #jed olsen #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #slasher #slasher smut

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cerealkiddie · 1 year ago

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gn!regressor!reader x poppy playtime characters

I saw @regressionworldz make art for this (go check it out!!) and as an indie game fan myself, i thought it was so cute I had to make headcanons.

If you came to the factory regressed, the characters would definitely be less hostile, if not the feature deactivating completely after noticing setting is different. (they'd stay non-hostile knowing you're a regressor)

huggy wuggy always makes sure to hold your hand, his long lanky arms can stretch with you where ever you decide to pull him next.

huggy was quite eager to introduce you to kissy missy, her warmer but vibrant colors captivated you as she greeted your tiny self and picked you up and spun you around, delight to meet a new kid.

missy adores you and has a habit of calling you 'love/lovey/lovely' in a platonic sense! huggy likes calling you 'kiddo' or 'bug' and even 'little one'

there's a breakroom/kitchen were its stocked with snacks and drinks. how they never go spoiled is part of the magic <3

pj pug-a-pillar (my fav<3) loves skittering around with you on his back! when he's walking, you bump from side to side and he loves hearing your delighted giggles. he's v careful u don't fall off, lest he catch a glare from huggy

pj also has some song like you're bouncing on his back, something like. 'bumpity bump bump, bumpity bump bump, bumping back and forth.' with a silly tune behind it.

mommy long legs likes humming to you. you guys definitely have a little hum/whistle as like echolocation for when you get separated. (she gets distracted telling stories at you wanted the factory)

isn't mommy longlegs like a slinky? she doesn't mind the nickname! whatever you wanna call her, she'll accept

all of them care so much about your safety.

ddlg/abdl/nsfw/variants dni! add any of ur own headcanons in the comments or reblogs! post belongs to me ☆

#indie game agere #poppy playtime agere #agere fanfic #agere fandom #age regressor #agere blog #agere reader #sfw agere #age regression #agere community #sfw agedre #sfw age regression #.drowsy writes

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ebaylee422 · 2 years ago

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Decking the Halls

Steve Harrington X Girlfriend!reader

Author’s Note: Angst to cute sex, I’m not sorry. This is post Season 3, pre Season 4. I just love being angsty. I also really needed to clear my drafts soooo X-mas in March everyone!

Summary: Stockings aren’t the only things being stuffed this Christmas season. Steve has never decorated for Christmas, he’s embarrassed and doesn’t want to ruin your sprit by avoiding you. Don’t worry though, he shows you just how appreciative he is after.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Girlfriend reader, mentions of shitty parents and the rest of the ST nuggets. Best Friend Robin Buckley!!

Warnings/Tags: Smut (Minors DNI!!!) abandonment issues? as an intro, p in v sex, marking kink, praise kink, fem oral (receiving). breeding?

Word Count: 3k

Part One/?

You had tried everything to get Steve into the Christmas spirit: buying decorations for your apartment, getting matching pj’s, going to watch the lights in Indianapolis, watching Christmas movies, the Ice-Skating was most regrettable because you fell forward and knocked your teeth hard enough to bleed. Even planning a white elephant with him and his friends, sharing hot cocoa and warmth of your space heater. What you didn’t know is as soon as he left your place he was greeted by his parents' empty house. Decorated from some stupid trendy catalog his mother only glanced at before swiping a credit card. His father, not even home long enough to realize the tinsel monstrosity within the living room. The presents underneath were fake, they stopped being real when his father told him to grow up. That Santa wasn’t real, saying he needed to start giving instead of hoping for some joy from a fat man each holiday season. So that’s exactly what he did, the first Christmas he’d enjoyed in a long time was on Christmas of 83’, when he was with Nancy. They’d gotten each other meaningful gifts, it was the happiest Christmas he thought he’d ever had. Even if he went home unable to look at his pool outside for too long knowing his friend had died. Even if there were disgusting monsters trying to eat his friends when they had the chance. How horrible humans were in comparison, like the Russians nearly beating him to death at Starcourt. Instead of celebrating what he was thankful for, he felt immense guilt every holiday. He’d confided in you once about his survivor's guilt, as you had called it a couple months ago during an intense flashback. You’d comfort him, make sure he wasn’t alone. He didn’t want to be anyone’s burden, Steve knew you were worried about him it would show whenever he ‘had’ to leave for work or Robin’s, or get clothes from his place.

It all came to a standstill when you’d asked him if he would come pick a Christmas Tree with you. Wanting to have it up before the kids came over, finish decking-the-halls you’d told him. Only Steve didn’t know what picking out a Christmas Tree was, sure it’s self explanatory but what if he made a fool of himself. With his pretty rich boy ‘I’ve never had to pick one out’, it seemed too intimate. Sure you’d bared your body-mind-and-soul to him, but wanting to do something so domestic together like picking out a Christmas Tree. For your first Christmas together as a couple, it was scary for him. So instead of being a Scrooge so he could work on his feelings, he faked an illness even going as far as calling out sick today. Keith hadn’t been too happy but chopped it up to Steve sucking too much face on the job and gave him the day anyway. And he was back to square one, an empty ugly house with none of your warmth. People would think his middle name was self-sabotage, especially when that door-bell rang. He got up from his cocoon from the coach with a groan, an aching shooting up to his spine when his socked feet hit the freezing hardwood. Shined and renewed for the inevitable party his parents would throw this Christmas Eve for work friends, where they forgot they even had a son. He stopped dead in his tracks shaking the sleep from his eyes when they were met with yours, holding a tote bag while shaking the light dusty of snow off your figure. It melted into your skin leaving you shiny with the dew, nose and ears kissed pink while your chin and neck were tucked tightly with the collar of your coat and scarf. You smiled at him as he studied your form, like an angel sent just for him. He was bundled up in simple joggers, thick wool socks and heavy blanket around his shoulders worn like a cape tucked around his body, but shirtless still despite it being nearly as cold inside as it is outside. Shaking your body of the remaining snow, laying the tote bag of groceries and sick necessities you’d brought over on the stairs so you could slide out of your heavy snow covered boots.

“Hi baby, how r’ you feeling?” you asked him with a voice full of sticky sweetness and adoration. His face changed in that moment from shock to guilty, you felt the change floating in the air like oil through water.

“What are you doing here?” He asked louder than either of you had expected, causing you to turn his way fully as you began to undo the ties of your coat.

“I came to check on you, bring you some-”

“Why?” He scoffed, tucking the blanket to cover himself from the breezing air flow of the open hall. You were wearing a red corduroy skirt, with black stocking underneath and a cream sweater that didn’t even compare to how soft your hair was laid across your shoulders. You looked at him like he hung up the stars, even though you were the brightest thing about his life.

“Robin called me worried about you saying you called out because you were sick. So I canceled the tree plans to come check on you because you didn’t call me. I even whipped up some Chicken and Rice soup and scrunched up a couple medicines.”

“You shouldn’t have done that, I’m fine Y/N. You should go get your tree and I’ll see you on Friday like you planned.” he brushed off your kindness,

“Well I wanted to take care of you.” you told him shyly, "You haven't been around as often."

“Okay thanks.” he shook his head, body and tone still uncomfortable and unmatched of your own tenderness.

“Do you not want me here or something?” You scoffed with affection grabbing the bag from the stairs, stepping in front of him giddy with untamable affection.

“No.” He answered quickly and when your face dropped, his own heart went with it when you backed away from him. “No, I mean yes but not right now. I’m just-”

“It’s fine, Steve." You cut him off, turning away and grabbing your stuff. "I get it, I’m sorry I could’ve called.” he stopped you putting out his hand as an olive branch. You took it without hesitation, sniffling away the tears that built up for weeks of you arguing and avoiding each other.

“Don’t you dare apologize, especially to me.” He took your reddened cheeks in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’m just being an idiot, I’m sorry but I’m not even sick so you doing all this nice shit over-”

“I know you’re not sick, Steve. You’re a terrible faker.” You said factually, with a teasing tone. Still not looking at him but rather at your wiggling toes against the shiny floor.

“Oh really now? Robin didn’t tell you anything.”

“Well the strange, ‘Steve wanted my shift the same day he always has off’ the one day I could go tree picking with you. Then calling out and claiming illness, and not calling me is pretty obvious.” You let the bag fall again, his shoulders relaxed as you tugged on the length of his blanket. “Are you breaking up with me?” you asked with furrowed brows and a whimper to your voice.

“No!” Steve yelled, “No never no, I-I love you so much. You are my favorite everything Y/N.” He wrapped you both in the blanket tugging you flush against him. “I just have a hard time with the holidays, I don’t really know what to do with myself. I didn’t want to be embarrassed, it was a lot of pressure.” You both held each other silently letting the fear wash over both of you, until you giggled into his neck.

“I love you, Steve. Honestly, just talking to me would’ve saved us both a headache.” He sighed heavy as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, head resting on your chin.

“Jeez, what are we gonna do with me?” he whispered into your scalp, the fluffy hair on his chest tickling your cheek as you were held by his heart.

“I can think of one.” You pursed your lips, closing your eyes with your chin held high awaiting a kiss. He obliged you immediately, cupping your cheeks in his hands to accurately press his lips to yours. His hands were freezing, sending a shiver and gasp involuntarily out of you. Steve took the opportunity to lick into your mouth, tasting-ly. Pulling back before you could reciprocate, you whined gripping his biceps accidentally pushing off his blanket.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, nose brushing against yours.

"I didn't mean to pressure you, you just seem so sad."

"You make me happy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you could meet me in an ice cream shop above a secret Russian base. While enjoying strawberry more than chocolate ice cream and you'll still make me happy."

"Well, if our circumstances of meeting are the worst part of the relationship, I think that's a pretty good incentive to making better more normal memories, yeah?"

"Maybe." He kissed the tip of your still pink nose.

"Maybe, we could go back to my place? It's always freezing here." You added with a shiver making the hairs on your arms stand up.

"Not when you're here. Just stay here a second longer." His lips moved with their own incentive. It didn't take much convincing on either of your parts before you were upstairs in his room. A path of clothes thrown haphazardly off of each other through broken giggles and soft kisses, until your just in under clothes. He holds you to him as he opens the door to his room, and your feet barely touch the floor as he twirls the two of you around. Bringing you down with him as he falls backward on the bed with a thud. Kissing you with fondness, sweet like the honey color of his eyes. You loved him so much it hurt like the side pains after laughing so hard you teared up. Like when you realize that magic might not be real but people were and kindness. Kindness and compassion were the real magic. People found a reason to be with each other, even if it was once a year. Steve never had that. Everything in his life was transactional, Christmas, school, his parents, most other relationships. Those few closet to him probably haven't ever seen this side either. The checkered boy room with little to no traces of living aside from Steve's nightstand with Polaroids of everyone scattered about. A bin in his closet kept hidden away where he'd kept his Scoops Ahoy name tag, a letter from a pen-pal in sixth grade, ticket stubs of every drive in movie. Some more Polaroids for his eyes only you'd given him after you first started dating, and he'd left his shirt in your room. Even as you lay on top of him now, kisses sucked into your neck, his strong hands massaging your sides in worship. You couldn't help what words came out next.

"Come with me." You begged him breathlessly opening your eyes to see his lips swollen and slick, hair haloed and shaggy around his face and sheets. Like melting caramel against the ugly grey and navy bedding.

"Already babe, I haven't even touched you." He mumbled rocking his pelvis into yours, forcing your legs to accommodate him more with a thigh on either side of his hips. You sat up taller straddling him, a pout etched into your face.

"No, I mean. Come home with me, lets live together. I'll get rid of things you can bring whatever you want, I can dip into my tuition nest egg and buy whatever we need for the apartment. Make it yours too, or we can find another one that you like better. I just want you all to myself." He sat up holding onto your waist so you didn't fall, making you squeak with the shift in position. Your heart sank as his eyes were so wide they could've jumped out of his skull.

“What?” he asked as his breath caught in his throat, a pure swell of undoubtable happiness warming him from the tip of his nose down to his sock covered feet.

“It’s just, I wasn’t lying Stevie. I wanna take care of you, you give so much to every-” He kissed you, desperately. Teeth clashing and tongues forming together making you dizzy enough to loose balance upright on your knees. Pulling back to gasp for air, a string of spit connecting you to him. He wiped it away, tucking his head into your chest.

“You’re perfect. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“Even picking out a Christmas Tree with me?”

“I will grow you a damn Christmas Tree, even better I’ll get the kids to help me chop down one in my backyard!”

“Stevie! That’s dangerous.”

“Well, sweets.

Danger.

Is.

My middle name.” He trailed four kisses down your body, stopping just shy of your covered mound. Hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear, biting your hip making you buck up long enough for him to shimmy them off your legs.

“I thought your middle name was Alexander?”

“You won’t your own name once I’m done with you.” He said sultry, kneeling at the foot of the bed. Yanking your ankles to bring you closer to his mouth, spreading your legs wide and over his shoulders. You were beautiful, regardless what you were doing but letting him take care of you. Make you feel good and be vulnerable, made his head spin. Your lips were sticky with arousal, he could smell your sweet nectar begging for him to taste you. Marks still slightly visible from last time, he started there sucking and biting the mailable flesh.

“Stevie, please-” You cried out, hands trying to find purchase with his. He stopped sucking a bruise, eyes blown wide when he found yours. Locking your hands to your sides,

“Your so sweet, baby. Asking so nicely.” He chastely kissed on your hood, tongue licking underneath to wet and flick at your clit. You groaned and threw you head back, “So sweet, baby. Keep your legs open for me. I have a lot of apologizing to do down here.”

“Stevie, no I want you. Please.” You writhed on the bed trying to keep your legs spread for him, he blew cool air at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing. You body craved to be filled, senses overwhelmed of one thing: Steve, Steve, Steve!

“Just wanna warm you up, we have all the time in the world sweets. Wanna wreck this bed before leaving.” He was antagonizing you, teasing with his pretty words and slightly movements you couldn’t even respond him. He licked a line from your entrance to your clit, groaning at your taste. Hips colliding with the end of his bed to relieve pressure as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Rolling the bud with his tongue, your nail dug into his knuckles as you shook with ecstasy.

“ ‘S so good, Stevie. Don’t stop-” You were so pent up from earlier all it took was a few more rolls of his tongue against you and for you to fall apart. Concentrating on keeping your legs open for him, as he licked you clean. Nudging his nose against your sensitive clit, he let go of one of your hands tangling it in his hair.

“Hold it out of my face, baby. I want one more before I cum inside you.” He coated his fingers with your release, slowly sliding in one as his tongue still fucked into you. You couldn’t help rocking your hips against his face when he added another finger inside you. Scissoring, stretching you and rubbing against your spongy spot. You tugged at his locks when he came back up to suck at your clit again, you didn’t even notice the heat break in your belly until you gushed and clenched around his fingers. You pushed at his forehead from sensitivity, barely able to catch your breath when you pulled him up to kiss you. lips and chins dripping of you. Trailing your nails down his soft tummy following the happy trail underneath his boxers, you met him halfway stroking his thick cock with your slick. Still coating his hand, pre-cum dripping from his tip making the sounds completely pornographic.

“ ‘m not gonna last baby, want you so bad.” He whispered against your lips, breathing heavy with a sheen of sweat layering you both in the smell of sex.

“Need you too, wanted you ages ago.” You sassed, making him laugh against your cheek as he stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock twitched when it brushed against the inside of your thigh.

“You gotta big mouth on you, sweet girl.”

“You better do something about it, Harrington.” With a roguish grin he ran his length over your clit once before pushing ever so slightly inside. Taking your breaths away, you were the girl and only girl who could take Steve’s fat cock completely. He just has to ease you into it, inch by inch until his hip bone grazed the back of your thighs. Steve stood tall and far enough away you couldn’t kiss him from where you were sprawled out under him. You pulled and squeezed at your breasts still contained by your bra. His cock glistening with your slick as he pulled his hips back, then pushing deeper inside his sack pressed tight against your ass. Steve nearly loss his balance when you clenched around him, putting his hands under your knees. Folding you in half made it feel like he was in your throat, he leaned over you the pressure of his body as he set a ruthless pace set flames in your abdomen. Pounding his cock into you over and over again moaning out praises as he bullied all the way to your cervix. Punching breaths out of you watching as your tits bounced, you had enough pulling him fully on top you. Hands indenting his shoulders as your hips met his, clit pulsing and with need.

“You feel so good. Shit, shit- I’m cumming, cumming inside.” Steve’s core tighten as he ran two finger over your clit, heat erupted across your body. You milked Steve dry, his warm seed and your three orgasms dripping from each others groin. You pulled him on top of you, comforted by his weight on you as his cock softened inside you.

“Do you really want too?” You asked in the post orgasm bliss, running a hair through his now tangled locks. “I don’t want to trap you with amazing sex and joy but it’s definitely a perk.” Steve rose onto his elbows, still seated inside you. Brushing the hair out of your face, with softness.

“I’m sure we can wreck this bed a lot more than just cum stains.” Pushing at his chest, he pulled out of you gently. Scurrying to his bathroom where you listened as he turned on the faucet in the shower. Sitting up, he came back with all his glory. Hand raised for you to take, the same olive branch you’d given him at Starcourt. All this time. “I can’t wait to spend Christmas in our home, together.”

You’d never been so excited to spend the holidays with anyone else.

Masterlist

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things season 3 #oneshot #no minors allowed #reader insert #tis the season #holiday themed

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