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milf-murdock · 4 months

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Well, I’m about to hop out of the bath, and unfortunately I did have to stop just before things got ~juicy 😔 but here’s a lil WIP to hold ya over

Kate Laswell x Wife!Reader

Warnings: gross men being creepy, but Laswell comes to your rescue 😘 canonical swearing, and just a lil nsfw (I might keep writing if there’s an audience for it lol) I do owe you some Top Laswell, anon

Truth be told, you hated coming to base. It was all so rough and rugged, a veritable Good Ole Boys Club that smelled like cigars and gunpowder. You keep your head held high as your step across the gravelly terrain, the small heel of your shoes adding a slight wobble to your step. You catch the eye of a couple of soldiers and ignore their thirsty gazes as they stop to gawk. Picking up the pace, you hurry to your destination: the bar. Just past the far edges of the base, it was obvious the foul-smelling, secluded establishment was less intended for civilian patrons and catered more to offering a place for military officials to take the edge off. You hated this place even more than you hated the base itself, but you know Kate loves a beer right after a job, and John had texted you to meet them here, which could only mean one thing—Kate was back.

The pungent smell of stale beer and cigarettes floods your nostrils as you open the heavy door. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but you find your way to the bar. Once again, you keep your head held high, pointedly ignoring the men who don’t even try to pretend they’re not checking you out.

You adjust the hem of your skirt as you take a seat on the bar stool, anything to keep your hands busy. It’s only a matter of moments before a slurred voice comes from behind you, and your shoulders stiffen.

“Well what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

Despite your better judgement, you glance over your shoulder to see a tall, older man in uniform. You can smell the beer on his breath, and you don’t even bother to hide your grimace.

“I’m waiting for someone,” you respond curtly, turning back around.

“Hey now, don’t be like that. Just give me a smile and I’ll be on my way.”

You ignore him, busying your hands with a stray thread at the edge of your skirt, tugging to pull it loose.

You hear a scoff from behind you before you feel a rough hand on your shoulder. “I’m talking to you, bitch,” he growls.

Your breath catches in your throat, completely frozen under his touch.

And in the next second, you hear another voice—a female voice, low and full of a threatening malice.

“I suggest you take your fucking hand off my wife.”

Relief floods your body, your eyes fluttering close as the weight lifts from your shoulder.

“Shit, I- I didn’t—“ the man stammers, hands raised as he takes a step back.

Laswell steps closer. “And if you ever call my wife a bitch again, you will find yourself on the fucking street with nothing but a dishonorable discharge to your pathetic name. Is that understood?”

Without a word, the man turned to flee the bar, not even passing a glance to his group of encouragers, who all found themselves instantly fascinated by their pint glasses in hand.

“Katie!” You exclaim, leaping from the bar stool to throw your arms around her neck. Her laugh fills your ears, and it sounds like rays of pure sunshine.

“Hi, bun,” her voice is low in your ear as she holds you close. “Told you I’d be back before you know it.”

You squeeze her even tighter, standing on your tiptoes to match her height. “Every minute apart from you feels like an eternity, Kate.” You can’t stop the slight break in your voice as tears well up. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

Kate pulls back just enough to press a fierce kiss to your lips. Your mouth parts in surprise at the passion; typically Kate’s kisses are on the more reserved side in public. Kate uses your parted lips as an opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth, immediately taking dominance. You melt like putty in her hands, falling into the kiss. All too soon, Kate breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and your lips swollen.

She smiles down at you with a tenderness only reserved for her wife, one hand coming up to brush your cheek. “Let me take you home, bunny.”

You struggle to put together a coherent thought after that damned kiss. “But don’t you want—you usually like, uh,” you blink furiously, trying to think past the rising need taking over your body. “Beer?” You finish lamely, feeling the flush in your cheeks as your gaze bounces between Kate’s lips and her bedroom eyes.

Kate chuckles, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “Fuck the beer, sweetheart. I have better plans.” A shiver races down your spine and you can feel the wetness pool between your legs.

Kate pulls back just a bit, her lips hovering above your own. “Does that sound ~good?” She’s teasing you, her sweet breath fans over your face, and you can’t help but imagine that breath elsewhere. Your cunt clenches, and you bite your bottom lip, holding back an audible moan as you nod your head eagerly.

Kate has you eating out of the palm of her hand. And she fucking loves it.

“After you, my love,” she coos as she steps aside and lets you lead the way back to the car. You stumble across the bar, looking for all intents and purposes like you were the one to overindulge, though you hadn’t had a sip of alcohol. But Kate knows how you get when she’s gone for long periods of time. She knows how you get when the need is absolutely eating you whole, that fire of desire coursing through your veins. It turns you into a puddle, nothing more than a weeping mess entirely at her mercy. Kate clenches just thinking about it as she watches your ass sway in that perfect fucking dress she knows you wore just for her.

#kate laswell imagine #kate laswell x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x wife

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milesmolasses · 2 years

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I'm gonna kill you

miles morales x reader

if you don’t know what “throwing franks” means it basically means telling someone to “suck my dick” lmao

which reminds me the setting is nyc (bk)

is this what ppl call crack? idk man

"miles I'm not playin with you right now, put my water bottle down I'm thirsty!"

miles walked around the dingy restaurant, my bottle in his hand, which was waved high in the air. "you gon have to come and get it than miss smart mouth! you keep playin with me like I can't beat you up," he joked.

miles has been my best friend ever since the middle of third grade when he switched his elementary school. i remember when he was this tiny, shy kid who sat at the back of the school basement for lunchtime since our school never had a formal lunchroom. all i wanted was to make a new friend, so i walked up to the shy new boy and ate my lunch with him. we would walk home together, play at the park together, and have cute lil playdates scheduled by our mothers; ah, yes, those were the times; up until now.

"bro, my bad, just give me my water bottle my mouth is on fire, no funny shit," i had my tongue out, breathing heavily. my mom owns this restaurant, where she cooks (insert culture) dishes for the world of Brooklyn to enjoy. this space doubled as our hang-out spot, considering i would stop by every day after school for free food. my mom had served me (insert dish) with extra spice; "try something new," they said. "it'll be delicious," they said. while yes, the food was good, the new added spices had me steaming at the ears, tongue out, huffing and puffing like a damn dog.

now you may be wondering, "who the hell told you to do this?" miles. it was always miles. he knows I don't usually stray from the usual dishes that i get every time we come here, but somehow he convinced me that trying something new would be good for me. so, i let him order on my behalf; this dude ordered me (insert cultural food)… with 3x the amount of hot sauce I usually get. leading us to now...

"'my bad' is not an apology, bozo, i need to hear you say what i want you to say," he said with the biggest smile on his face. all i did was throw a frank at him, and he chose to torment me, saying, "i was disrespectful." he wants a sorry? imma give him a damn sorry.

"ok ok I'm sorry, miles please just give me the bottle," this time, my eyebrows were furrowed and i made sure to put my acting skills to the test. miles gave me a worried look, scared that he actually went too far this time in his games. he gave me back the water bottle and came closer to me, examining my face to see if i was ok.

"yo, you good? I'm sorry i didn't know it was that deep. here you go drink this," he looked so sorry. he looked like he really regretted what he did to me, it almost made me feel bad for what i was about to say to him.

almost...

"yeah, it was that deep... deep in ya momma!" i watched as miles face slowly converted from looking worried to "what did this bitch just say to me?" i started to run out of the store as fast as i could, chugging the water down my throat with my mouth still on fire. miles was definitely faster than me, so i decided to hide somewhere, anywhere.

i turned the corner, body jerking forward so fast i almost fell face first into the concrete. i caught myself on my hands just in time as i kept my momentum and ran down the block. i looked behind me and he was literally right there in arms reach of me literally, reaching his arm out to grab me. i grabbed the door handle of an unknown store and stumbled into it.

there i could see several women and young girls look up from what ever they were doing to look at me. just as they were looking at me, miles ran in the store and came to an abrupt stop. great now even more people were staring; it was then i realized all the assortments of nail polish laid out neatly on different shelves. oh my god it was a nail salon. miles looked down at me with eyes wide open and a look on his face that screamed "oh hell nah." a lady from the front desk with a slim figure and a headwrap, came up to us and pulled us to the side.

"I'm sorry, you cant just run into this store and be rowdy. we have customers to attend to and they don't need disturbances." i looked up at miles to see him already responding to the lady with prayer hands, "I an so sorry about my friend here please forgive them, sometimes they're a bit hard to control. i think we'll be leaving now, once again, so sorry," he responded whilst dragging me by the shirt to leave the salon. once we were on the side walk again, i busted out laughing so hard, i had to hunch over and close my eyes to keep tears from falling out.

miles gave me the biggest side eye known to man as i laughed in the middle of the street, looking around for people possibly staring at us.

"i swear to god I'm gonna kill you when i get to your house."

this was fun to write lmao

I was really just writing anything that came to mind

I did this once after 7th grade in the summer with some friends so that’s what I based this on

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #milesmolasses #itsv

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yeetusdabussy · 2 years

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୨♡୧‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧How they eat it୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿୨♡୧

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❦Foul Language,Smut,Dirty talk,

namecalling,fingering,face sitting,Oral(Female

and male receiving), 69, and more.❦

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(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡Gojo,Nanami,and Sakuna.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡Reno and Cloud.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡Special Guest.

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୨♡୧Gojo୨♡୧

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He's messy, sloppy, and flat out rude munching on ya folds like a crackhead at Popeye's, mans is drowning under you and he isn't complaining. Gojo has no shame, he could be eating you out anywhere if you give him the chance. Office? Sure. Janitors closet? Hell yeah! Cafeteria?! HOT DIGGITY DAWG! Sliding his long fingers in and out of your puss all while teasingly licking your puckering hole just to hear your surprised gasp. His tongue pushing flat against your clit before slurping it up between his lips, sucking on the delicious Pearl and swirling his tongue around it. He's getting it all on his chin and neck, shit even up his nose, he don't care!

"Mmm- fuck look at that~ I wish you could see what I see down here princess. Its a beautiful scenery." He knows what he's doing, saying stupid shit to embarrass you while you sit on his face. He looks like a drunk! His chain and lips wet with slick, hair all fucked up, a lopsided smile on his face too. "Move those hips. I got all night, I'm not stopping until your squirting."

୨♡୧Nanami୨♡୧

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He's between your legs a lot during sex. Mostly uses it as foreplay to get you ready for his cock, he knows he's big and well he doesn't want to hurt you. So here you're,folded like a omelette while he eats you out. Lightly suckling on your clit, Kento takes his time to bring you to your high. Feeling your thighs shake under his hold as he kept you in a mating press. You don't know how many times you've came but boy oh boy is he thirsty today. Having you in a mating press after a hard day just to eat you out for hours and seeing you cry in overstimulation sounds a lot better than sleep.( `ิิ∇´ิ)

"baby girl, I can't taste you properly if you keep trying to run. Just enjoy yourself." His warm breath hitting your soppy wet cunt, your legs tremble in his hold. Its not the most comfortable position but the way your husband's tongue lapped at your cunt so passionately made your head spin. "cumming again?~"

❦ Sukuna❦

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Oh boy, well....um....he has three mouths idfk what else you want me to say. He has a lot of fucking stamina, he's a fucking king of curses. He's not getting lock jaw, he's not gonna suffocate if you sit on him. Man's was built to kill, and pleasure women....probably to death too but that's besides the point, he's not gonna do that to you though. You're his sweet little human/Sorcerer. Slurping and suckling on your folds teasingly before bring his hand mouth directly on your clit. Having his arm looped around your waist from the back. Oh and he's NASTY about it too, mans is eating yo shit from the back for gods sake! I'm not saying he eats groceries hell nah....... Nah he eats booty.

"Haha you look like a fucking mess. Can't even keep yourself up, just laying in your own filth." He's so mean, so so so mean but he can't help it. Not when he can get you like this, Upper body laid out and your ass in the air. You yelped at the sudden slap he landed on your ass. "hey! Are you listening? Of course you aren't you're much too brain dead yeah baby?~"

❦ Reno ❦

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PAHAHAHA! What the fuck? Mans is goofy, probably slap ya puss and tell you to bark. He doesn't care, its reno! He has no shame after all, who is gonna stop him? Reno ain't no punk bitch after all, and he ain't no bitch to pussy. He'll have you against his office wall, one leg over his shoulder while kneeling in front of you. All you can hear is sweet chuckles and coos from him. Teasing you all while thumbing your clit to overstimulation, he just loves your clit too. CLIT MONSTER HE IS! Mans is always pawing at it because he knows every single time he will get a reaction out of you regardless.

"Damn, such a slut getting off in my office just from my thumb and mouth? Desperate." Hr chuckles darkly, warm breath hitting your thighs as he removes his thumb from your clit and replaces it with his tongue. Sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue, oh and can't forget the FingerJutsu combo work going on down there. "Taste so good baby~ And only for me okay baby?~" he knows you can't answer him....such a dick.

❦Cloud❦

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Such a cinnamon roll, I fucking love this man! But anyways, he's gentle and does what you ask. He's more of a Service puppy after all, he wants to please you, but why are you so nasty? Yeah..YOU! Lil'nastiee 69 drives this man crazy. And you always suggest it since he's always pleasuring you, and you want to return the favor after all. Him spreading your cheeks to get better access to your pussy, cheek dark red as your juices drip from his chin and onto his pecs. Moaning into your sweet puss as you sucked him off to heaven. TOES CURLING BABY ...TOES ARE CURLING LOOORDT.

"D-Doll, w-wait please. Don't wanna cu-" he was cut off by a groan and swallows his saliva thickly. "S-such a trouble maker fuck~" And you don't care, not when his sweet groans fills the bedroom y'all share. You moaned around his cock once he shoves his tongue inside you and wiggled it. Groaning into it, you felt his hips buck up against your mouth. Oh boy here comes the mess!

❦ DIO ❦

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How the fuck we end up here? Well shit aye I'm not complaining and so aren't you because you're taking one for the team. Because He's cruel, biting your inner thigh to get a reaction out of you. Or keeping you on edge when he grazes his fangs across your clit. You better be lucky he's even letting you enjoy this, he's not the type to eat women out. He gets his pleasure and go. But you aren't any woman, you're his sweet little human/poser. He'll even do thus thing where if you been out for a long time, he'll help take your shoes off and kiss your ankle all the way up to your crotch area and cup it aggressively.

Squelching noises is all that could be heard in your shared living room next to the fireplace. Your moans filled the empty air and Dio was enjoying every last bit of it. His thick fingers entering in and out of you, making long stripes on your clit while looking you dead in the eyes. He knows that YOU know not to look away from him. "you're so loud, not like I'm complaining, but what would we ever do if one of the maids saw us~."

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#jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk nanami #jjk smut #jjk gojo #gojo saturo #gojo smut #nanami smut #dio smut #dio x reader #nanami x reader #reno x reader #reno smut #sukuna smut #cloud x reader #cloud smut

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justmeinadaze · 11 months

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Do you know what I’m thinking about?

Boxer!Eddie and Boxer!Steve

Enemies to lovers oof.

A/N: A gift for you on this Friday. We're all just horny, thirsty bitches. Lol. Love ya!

Warning: SMUT (slightly rough with some dirty talk and choking), ANGST (they aren't fans of each other; Eddie mentions his rough upbringing) FLUFF (at the end if you squint)

Word Count: 1935

Steve hated everything about him. His long hair that flowed around his shoulders before pulling it back during a fight. His stupid, cocky smile when he was being interviewed by the press or during a conference when they took his picture. Steve hated his snarky attitude that made it seem like he could care less about the sport as a whole. He despised the way his shorts hung low enough to expose the V leading into the waistband. He thought those tattoos splattered across his well-toned chest were ridiculous. But the one that Steve hated most of all was the fact that Eddie Munson didn’t seem intimidated by him at all.

Steve Harrington had been training to be a boxer since he left high school, finding a peace in the ring that he never found anywhere else. He worked hard to get where he was and this new up and comer just bursts onto the scene without a care in the world or even putting in the time.

“Mr. Munson! Do you really think you will be the one to finally knock out Mr. Harrington here?”, a reporter asked making Eddie grin widely.

“I mean, I haven’t been knocked out yet either so we’ll see.”

“Mr. Harrington! Thoughts?”

“I’ve been boxing now for over 5 years and worked hard. I’m not worried.”

“Are you implying I didn’t work hard, Stevie?”, Eddie teases.

“DON’T. Call me that. I’m not your fucking friend, Munson.”

“Ooo someone is grumpy this morning.”, he chuckles. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Harrington?”

“I woke up just fine. What side of the trailer did you wake up on?!”

The metalhead narrowed his eyes in his direction as his jaw tightened and he turned away.

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Steve’s leg bounced in his corner of the ring as he glared across the way at his opponent. Eddie seemed more jazzed up than usual, staring back at him with just as much anger and annoyance. The bell rung as both men stood and met each other in the middle.

They each got in some good hits, Steve underestimating Eddie’s strength as he hit the mat hard, spitting out blood before rising to his feet. He could hear his dad’s voice in his head, ringing in his ears.

“Come on, son. You have to do better. You can’t just be lazy your entire life. I swear to God, you aren’t trying as hard as you should be.”

Steve swung his arm but Eddie swiftly blocked it and delivered his final blow, knocking the boy to the mat again. As the ref began counting down, Steve stared out into the audience as the images blurred around him and he passed out.

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“You should go home, ya know, before I leave you here again in the dark.”, Eddie taunted as he walked through the arena to head for his car, stopping when he found Steve sitting cross legged in the middle of the ring. “Everyone else is already gone.”

“Good so get the fuck out of here so I can be alone.”

“Jesus Christ. You have an attitude problem.”, the long-haired boy scoffs as he starts for the door.

“I have an attitude problem?! No, Munson, you’re the one with the problem!”, he shouted giving the other man pause.

“Oh yeah? How so, pretty boy?”

“I have worked every day for this! I put in the time and training and you show up out of nowhere with your blasé attitude like boxing is the easiest fucking thing in world!”

“I didn’t work hard?”, he countered as he threw his gear to the ground and climbed up into the ring to face him. “I didn’t train and do anything possible to get here?! Oh no. How could I? Eddie Munson is just some trailer trash idiot who couldn’t be on the same level as Steve fucking Harrington. What would make you approve of me, huh? Maybe if I trained with equipment like Ivan Drago I could come close, huh, Stevie?”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“Or what?”

Steve takes a swing at him but Eddie swiftly moves out of the way, grabbing his arm and tossing him towards the ropes.

“You know, I can’t believe I actually fucking looked up to you.” The metalhead takes off his jacket and tosses it away as the other boy does the same. “When I was growing up, I was a huge wrestling fan. More than anything I studied the moves so when my drunk father came at me I could defend myself.”

Steve charged towards him and once again Eddie threw him to the floor.

“When I finally had enough money to find a gym and train, rumors about thee Steve Harrington flew all around the boxing circuit. I thought ‘Maybe one day I can be as good as him.’ Now I know…I’m better.”, he smirks and allows the other boy to actually tackle him to the mat.

They wrestle on the floor for a bit before Eddie gets the upper hand and locks Steve between his legs.

“See, I think your problem is you over think everything. It’s all numbers and stats for you. That’s why you hate me, isn’t it. Because I don’t give a shit about any of that. I just want to do good and have fun. Do you have fun anymore, Stevie?”

Elbowing him in the side, Steve flips Eddie over onto his back and straddles his waist as he pins his wrists to the floor.

“Oh…”, Eddie coos softly as he rolls his hips upwards, grazing the bulge between Steve’s legs. “I see. You need to be in control to have fun don’t you, big boy? You need to be the best at everything or else you’re a failure is that it?”

Steve exhales heavily, releasing the man from his hold with the intention of standing up and walking way but Eddie quickly grabs his face and roughly brings it down to hover over his own.

“Don’t let your dad dictate how you live your life. I don’t.”

With that he yanked Steve’s lips his own. Something lit up inside Steve he hadn’t felt in a long time, passion. When he pulled away, Eddie saw it reflecting in his eyes and smirked up at him, willing to play his game.

Wrapping his arms around his waist, the long-haired boy wrestled him onto his back and kissed him again, sliding his tongue along his own as he continued to grind against him.

Steve pushed Eddie’s chest, maneuvering him till he was underneath him once more and placed his palm around his throat lightly choking him as Eddie’s hands roamed underneath the man’s shirt.

“Come on, Stevie, baby. Show me what you got.”

Growling, he pushed up onto his knees and unbuckled his belt, reaching into his pants to pull out his cock. Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise at the man’s size causing Steve to flash him a smirk of his own.

“I think it’s time I shut that mouth up for you.”

Leaning forward, he guided himself into the man’s awaiting mouth, groaning when he felt him choke around him. Eddie tried to continue to wrestle but Steve had the upper hand here, gripping his hair tightly in his fingers.

“You can take my cock. Trust me. Your mouth is fucking big enough with all the attitude that comes out of it.”

Eddie quickly kicked off his shoes and looped his legs around Steve’s chest, knocking him backward as he climbed on top of him, and lifted off his shirt.

Steve mewled as Eddie’s lips sloppily kissed down his chest before enveloping him in his mouth again. The man’s own limbs circled around the metalhead’s waist but he didn’t try to pin him this time. More than anything, he just wants him closer.

Eddie drooled and spit around him, taking him as far back into his throat as he could. He was genuinely surprised at how good the man beneath him tasted, half expecting his natural flavor to be as bland as Steve seemed. Maybe there was more to him he didn’t know.

Hell, Steve misjudged him so badly, he may have very well done the same.

Steve released Eddie from his hold and roughly lifted him by the chin to bring his lips to his. After yanking down his shorts, the long-haired boy straddled his waist again before reaching between them and slowly sliding his cock into his entrance.

Their eyes scrunched close as Steve’s head fell forward onto his chest and Eddie responded by threading his fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”, Eddie purred as he pulled off his shirt, mewling when Steve’s lips kissed along his tattoos.

Once he was fully seated on his lap, he leaned back a little to watch Eddie bounce on top of him. The long, wavy hair he had hated fell around the boy’s face blocking those intensely, beautiful chocolate eyes that he had glared into numerous times. Those stupid tattoos he hadn’t liked were now glistening with sweat and his spit as Steve ran his mouth along his upper body.

That sarcasm he hated was now muted by moans and pants as his cock hit Eddie’s spot repeatedly causing him to clench tighter around him.

“Talk to me.”, Steve moaned. “I want to hear you.”

“Why?”, Eddie breathily chuckled. “I-I thought you hated my sass. We’re—shit—we’re not friends, right?”

Grabbing his neck, Steve flipped them around till Eddie was underneath him, grunting as he roughly thrust his cock deeper into him.

“T-Tell me why, Steve. Why do you need to hear how good you feel inside of me? Mmm—that no one has ever been this deep. Do you need to feel like you’re succeeding to get off?”

The man’s eyes met his before leaning down to place his head in the nook between Eddie’s neck and shoulder. His hips slam into his own till he hears the metalhead groan and cling to his hair as ropes of his seed hit his stomach. Steve follows close behind, panting loudly in his ear as he releases his spend inside of him.

Falling to his side, both men breathe heavily as they try to catch their breath. As Eddie pulls up his shorts and reaches for his shirt, he winces slightly as his other arm wraps around his ribs.

“They should have put ice on that.”, Steve responds casually as he grabs the boy’s shirt and hands it to him. “You’re also probably going to need to tape it up if your ribs are bruised.”

“I’m fine, Harrington, but thanks for the advice.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he huffs, rolling his eyes as he gets to his feet. “Still so fucking stubborn.”

Grabbing his shirt and his gear, Steve heads for the edge of the ring and throws his things to the floor. Allowing himself one more cursory glance, he watches Eddie struggle to put on his clothes before meeting him at the edge.

“Sit.”

“Huh?”

“Just sit! Please.”

Taken a back, Eddie does what he commands as Steve jumps down, carefully places his strong hands on the man’s sides, and guides him down beside him.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome. I need you 100% if we’re going to be in the ring together again for a rematch.”

As he starts to walk away, he pauses when he hears Eddie’s voice echo through arena.

“Hey, Stevie! Did you mean the fight with gloves or without?”, the metalhead smirks as he waits for an answer.

“Keep calling me that and you’ll find out soon enough.”

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davidsdussy · 2 years

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the boys react to you teasing them

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Minors DNI,smut,language, sexual themes.

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𓆩 𓆪DAVID𓆩 𓆪

❤︎︎okay, I have a question.....why? Why do you do this? Especially with David? This can go two ways!

❤︎︎1, he ignores you until you can't take it no more and beg for him to give you some sort of attention.

❤︎︎2, he straight up tells the others to get the hell out for a bit and he's already pinning you to a nearby wall. Or parting his legs and telling you to come over

❤︎︎Listen, he's a busy man okay so bitch bend ova, stand up on ya toes,knock yo knees back Bitch breathe through yo nose. But anyways.....He's quite the handys fellow when horny, very nippy at your neck too. Man's is thirsty what can I say?

❤︎︎some ways of getting him riled up is kissing on his neck and whispering softly into His ear, asking him what you want.

❤︎︎Or he'll enjoy you walking around in a short skirt, bending over in front of him just to get his attention from a mile away.

𓆩 𓆪Dwayne𓆩 𓆪

ʚ♡⃛ɞ he's a tough but to crack. But its still pretty easy, you can simply just sit in his lap all pretty and bat your eyes up at him. He can't take how cute you look with those lustful eyes of yours, whimpering his name so sweetly.

ʚ♡⃛ɞ Or you can run your fingers down his chest and kiss his neck before pulling away. Now if you Do thus, oh boy you're in trouble! He's grabbing you and dragging you off somewhere. He doesn't even care if its a little public too.

𓆩 𓆪Marko𓆩 𓆪

ඉ́ ̫ ඉ̀wtf is wrong with you? Are you crazy? That's worst than David. You're not getting away no matter what you do. He's never gonna allow you to tease him so easily and get away with it.

ඉ́ ̫ ඉ̀ You can easily get him worked up. That's if he's not already trying to work you up, but the best time to tease him is when you're both cuddling and you press your crotch closer to his. Brushing up against the growing bulge.

ඉ́ ̫ ඉ̀ You also can just simply grab his ass and giggle while running away. He won't take too kindly to that.

𓆩 𓆪Paul𓆩 𓆪

•°•❥soooo........you wanna fuck right away or later? On the couch? Floor?table? In the fridge? On the toilet? Paul is easy to crack, honestly he'll whine and pout at yiu

•°•❥ where a short dress and straddle his lap, make sure to whisper sweet praises into his ear. He'll be grabbing onto your hips in no time.

•°•❥Ask him to give you a towel so you can get out the shower, just to press your naked body up against the glass, letting him see all your glory with a smirk on your face. Oooooh you're gonna get it big time.

#the lost boys dwayne #tlb smut #poly!lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #the lost boys marko #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys paul #david x reader #marko x reader #marko the lost boys #tlb x reader #david tlb #the lost boys 1987

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#350

This is a direct follow up to Story #320.

“Hey boy. Figured I’d find you back here, cruising for driver cock I see. Ha Ha! Good boy. You missed your old man? I know it was what four days? I’m glad to have you back. Let’s go to our cab. No we ain’t going to play, not yet. I have a couple of piss bottles for ya. I hope you are thirsty….

“Did Harvey treat you well? Well, did he treat you like the cunt fag we know you are? Good. I’ll talk to him later. Are you cleaned out?... Do you have any load in there? Four? Damn boy! I told you to have fun with other drivers, but four? How many for the four days? Eleven? Fuck yeah boy! You make your Master proud.

“Here we are. Truck Sweet Truck. You’ve got housecleaning to do when we hit the road. No, we’re not going up. I have other plans. Come back here, between the two trailers. No one can see us. Come here. Welcome back!

“I missed smacking you across the face so bad. Fuck that feels right. My dick is getting hard from that one slap. I was going to wait until later, but… turn around. Bend over a little bit. Pull down your sweatpants a little.

“We are far enough in the back here, no one is going to see us, unless they walk by and happen to catch a man and his cunt between to trailers.

“Damn, you are loose! No shit you got plowed eleven times. And damn! I can feel those loads. When we get on the road, you are going to have to work on tightening up that cunt muscle. Boy, this is where I need to be, buried balls deep in you—inside my cunt. Clamp down as much as you can…. Fuck yeah. I ain’t going to last much longer. No time to go into beast mode.

“Oh yeah boy. Reach underneath and play with my balls. Oh yeah, just like that. Here is comes boy. Here it fucking comes! Fuck boy. Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!

“Whew. OK boy, go to it. Damn! Look at the coating on my dick. Clean me up. I hope you cleaned up each man that dumped in you as well. I will beat the fuck out of you if you ever disrespect any man who used you. Your mouth feels so good around my dick.

“I’m not going to piss in you yet. Get up. Let me get those piss bottles…. Here. One is for you to drink now, and one will be later.

“Here give your master a kiss…. Damn, your face smells of ass. Harvey’s? I know he likes to have his shitter eaten out. Don’t worry. Your face is going to reek of piss. Drink up…. Heh heh! That’s my toilet. Don’t chug it all down, save an inch or two and pour it all over your face…. Now you will smell of ass and piss, like you lived in a seedy men’s bathroom. Just like you should be…

“Now hold on. You know what’s going to happen. That slap is going to leave one nasty red mark. Now for the other side…. Don’t fucking flinch…. Good boy. Now you are the way I want you for tonight: covered in piss, smelling of ass, redden by a few bitch slaps, and brewing a spooge stew in your cunt. Let’s go. Grab the other piss bottle. Follow me.

“God I missed you. I know it was only four days, but damn I had to deal with my fucking ex-wife. It’s official, we are no longer married, and everything has been split up. All the paperwork is done. Done! I have no idea why I needed to be there; it could have been done on the road through e-mail. She managed to get me so fucking pissed off; I’m glad you weren’t there or you might have wound up with a few broken bones. I was so fucking angry. My first wife didn’t drag this shit out like that stupid cunt. Fuck! On my drive back here, all I was thinking about was having you by my side. That made everything right.

“This is the first time I have been back to this truck stop in many years. I told you about it several times. This is where I met the owner of this place and his boy who turned out to be his bitch boy. I watched that fagboy worship his owner, and I wanted to find my own version of that. God knows, I didn’t find it with my cunt bitch of a second wife. I think deep down I knew it needed to be a fag.

“I mentioned that story to Harvey, and he said he knows the owner quite well. So we arranged this weekend for me to celebrate the finalization of my divorce, and, I didn’t forget this, the six month anniversary of me taking you in as my obedient fag.

“Tonight, we are going to hang around that same firepit. It’ll be a little bit colder, but the fire should keep you warm. I timed this just right to kickback and watch the sunset. You will be on display. Don’t fucking embarrass me. You do exactly as you are told, no matter what is being expected of you. I will decide if something should seem to cross the line.

“I do have a surprise for you. The firepit is over there, behind that bar and restaurant. There’s way more growth, so it will provide even more privacy, not that they curbed their activities before.

“Look. Harvey is already there getting serviced by two naked slaves. That man is such a pig. Oh and there’s the owner. When we get there, strip naked and kneel beside me.

“Hey Harv, I see you wasted no time…. Hi, we’ve met before, many years ago. I’m Mack. And you… Hutch? Glad to meet you Hutch. I assume those two fag boys over there on Harvey are yours. Well, this is the fag Harvey told you about. He’s been my property for about six months. We connected on the internet, and this fag gets it when it comes to servicing, sacrificing, suffering, and submitting to men.

“Cunt, go over to Hutch and clean his boots. And if he wants to use your toilet mouth, he’s gonna.

“I see you knew I was coming. You have a cigar and a glass of… Scotch? Fuck yeah. Perfect timing.

“Harv, give me one of those fags. I’m just going to sit here and watch the sun set, with a nice smoke, and a faggot to suck on my cock…. Next to two other men doing the same. Life can’t get any better than this….

…

“Wow. That was stunning. Driving a truck for a living, my schedule limits kicking back and enjoying the good things in life. I’m glad I have a cunt with me, taking care of my needs along the way. In fact,…

“Hutch, when do you think you’ll be ready?... Whenever I am? Let’s do this.

“Hey boy, get over here and take over kneeling between my legs. Lean forward and give me a hug. Plant your chin firmly on my chest, between my nips. Let me look at you.

“Ok boy, ignore whatever Harvey and Hutch and his two slave boys are doing behind you. Focus on me, and what I have to say. I’m whispering so that only you can here this. I want this to be just between us. You understand?

“Good. Good. As I said to you before, I am glad I took you in as my boy, my cunt, my slave, or my whatever. I have no idea what type of fag you are to me, other that one that works for me. After these last few days without you, I am certain that I want you with me going forward. I want you to be with me, always. You mean so much to me. I love you boy. I love you. I do have a question for you.

“No, I am not asking you to marry me; I would never go through that bullshit again. So get that out of your head now. Do you want to be my boy, permanently?

“…You make me so fucking happy. Ok. I do have a ring for you. No, while it’s not jewelry, it does symbolize your permanent commitment to me. I love you.

“Ok guys. Let’s do this.

“Boy, you are going to be held in place by me and Harvey. Hug me. Hug me hard. I’m going to kiss you to muffle your screams. The branding will last only a few seconds, but the ‘O’ ring brand on your right ass cheek will be permanent.

“This needs to happen. Scream into my mouth….

“…It’s done. Shh, shh, I got you. I got you. It’s fine boy. I love you boy.

“Hutch has some ice to cool it down. That should feel soothing. C’mon exhale. I got you.

“Ahh. You probably feel that don’t you? Yeah, I’m getting hard. Scoot down and give me some head. Boy, don’t you dare think things will change just because I gave you that ring. Get that idea out of your head right now.

“You need to get back to servicing me. I have a long night planned for you to celebrate your commitment to me. I don’t know many drivers who fuck fags, but Harvey apparently does. We got a gang bang planned for you.

“Look up at me…. Goddammed, even in your confused state, your face is so fucking slapable. That will never change.

“Hutch, want the honors of being first to fuck my son?... I fucked him a while back. I’ll take his cunt when it’s all full, from the other drivers.

“Son, I love the sound of that. Son, pay no attention to what is going on behind you about who is mounting you. Rather focus on my cock. Focus on my pleasure. Focus on me, your dad.

“Going forward, instead of Sir or Master, I want you to start calling me Dad. That just seems right. Don’t you think son?”

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whiskeysmulti · 3 months

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♡ for a drabble about what made my muse realize they’re in love with yours ((OOC: I'm a nosey lil bean, and I think it would be fun. How about a Hibari and Gokudera? ))

ship headcanons- no longer accepting!

Word count- 815 Verse: TYL Ship: 1859

Have you ever felt you were chasing an impossible dream? Something ethereal and just slightly out of reach, so close you can taste it yet you open your eyes and it was all just a fantasy. That one person you know is forever out of your reach, and you wouldn't dare to ever develop feelings for them. Yet, for the first time in your life, they're the first person you found solace in, the first one who actually made you feel safe.

This had to be just a dream, Gokudera told himself. Sure Hibari was attractive, sure he was strong, sure he was… more than a street punk like Gokudera could hope to obtain.

Was that all there was to this? Just sexual desires and pining, that was the basis of a relationship psychologically, wasn't it? But logic and psychology were useless when it came to affairs of the heart. But there was that question, what exactly was his heart feeling?

He'd been cornered before by the hungry skylark, his heart pounding like a trapped animal as the older male grew closer and closer. Was it from fear? Was it desire? Perhaps a bit of both. No other man had enticed Gokudera as much as Hibari had. That one unobtainable person who drifted along and did as he pleased, what a dream to be that carefree. His presence alone could strike fear into any enemy, and bring comfort to those in need in mere seconds.

Perhaps comfort was all Gokudera was seeking? There was no way this was love. The thought of bedding him was a prevalent ideal dream Gokudera wouldn't dare breathe out loud in front of the others. Infatuation at best, he'd keep it to himself.

However, as they grew older and more aware of their feelings, boys often do stupid things, and Gokudera was no exception. The more time he actually spent with Hibari, the more he realized, perhaps the aloof Cloud wasn't as unobtainable as he seemed.

An elegant party years down the line, the two having been through mission after mission together, Gokudera started to see Hibari in a bit of a different light. It wasn't alcohol making him think this, he'd been sober the whole night in case anything started, he wanted to be in top form should he have to protect the Tenth, that was the Right Hand's duty after all. Yet once again, his eyes drifted to Hibari, chatting with a few of the ladies as ever as a gentleman as always, Hibari seemed to always draw his own crowd too, men and women alike and something in Gokudera told him he didn't have a chance.

A single shot of whiskey downed to break his sobriety and an overwhelming presence behind him, Gokudera turned when the lightest, gentlest tap hit his shoulder, and there in a perfectly pressed suit and dark purple dress shirt, stood the smirking son of a bitch that had been on his mind the entire night.

This wasn't an invitation to a slow dance, this wasn't a business affair, this was something a little more personal. "Outside, now." Straight to the point as always, Gokudera thought as he followed Hibari to the balcony and stepped over to lean against it and look at the stars.

"What did ya want?" Yankee habits die hard, Gokudera lit a cigarette and hoped this wasn't a confrontation.

"Something you need to talk about, Gokudera Hayato?" Busted. Hibari had also been watching him and caught a few of those side glances. Plucking the cigarette from Gokudera, Hibari tossed it off the balcony and stepped closer, as if cornering his prey. "You've been watching me all night. If there's something you want, then say it." A delicate finger grazed down the pianist's cheek and slowly, Hibari moved his thumb over Gokudera's lips. "Hmm? I'm waiting."

"It's nothing." Leave it to Gokudera to take a vow of silence when his feelings were brought up. Who could blame him? He was face to face with a blood thirsty predator and backed against a balcony like he was the prey this time.

The diabolical bastard inside Hibari was laughing at how good Gokudera looked face to face and too shy to look him in the eyes. "Maybe, one day when you're ready, we can make it something." Hibari teased and leaned in kissing Gokudera. Perhaps that was enough of a sign for him that he was interested, it was okay to pursue something with him in the future. Impossible dreams are sometimes within your grasp if you're willing to reach for it.

The cigarette had long since dropped from Gokudera's mouth, yet his lips were still burning. His heart was racing and he needed a cold shower, he needed some sort of wake up call to tell him if this was just a dream or not, if not, perhaps a relationship with Hibari was something worth chasing.

#asks #whiskey speaks; ooc #KHR drabble #queenharumiura #1859 drabble #verse; TYL

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madammuffins · 2 years

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Thus, Love - Pt 1

Wrote this on a whim procrastinating on my other wip

Multichaptered, Canon typical violence, explicit language, adult themes, slow burn

Aged Up!Leo x Fem!Reader

Reader is afab, cis. Milf.

Super nervous about posting this. I've never done a 'Reader' fic before. Let me know what you think.

AO3

Wattpad

Continuations will be on publishing platforms only.

Halloween.

A hectic holiday if there was one, what with your three kids in tow and in the city. New York of all places.

A country girl by birth, the city had never held allure. But your piece of shit ex had sworn he could get you all ahead of the rat race, had sworn your futures were in the city, had been so convincing and passionate.

That you'd followed him.

And what'd that bastard do? Ditch you with your youngest only 6 weeks old for some older chick who, if you were being honest, didn't hold a candle to you.

But the years hadn't been unkind to your tenacity. 6 years later and you were a medical assistant working towards your nursing degree. The hospital you were hired at was just a mile or so from your apartment.

The trick-or-treating between there and home had been horrendously successful. The boys dragging their pillowcases of candy, complaining of the weight.

"We'll be home in a minute." You sighed, switching the heavy foam bat of your costume from one shoulder to the other so you could switch your youngest's candy to the other hand. "The fuck's in here?" You muttered, voice muffled by the half oni mask, looking down at his Captain America clad face. "Rocks?!"

He giggled, "No, mom." Exasperated as a six year old could be. "It's cand-"

A meow. Faint. The whole group stopped in their tracks. Another meow turning your attention to the poorly lit alley.

"Mom." Your oldest set his candy by your feet.

"Don't-" you tried, but another mew had him transfixed.

"A cat?" Your middle son followed his older brother into the alley, hope in his voice.

"Boys!" Alarm made your blood spike, heart pick up pace.

But your youngest was tugging on your hand so you scooped up the discarded bag of candy and followed your sons into the alley, bathed by the dim light by the back door of the one stop shop.

Another meow summoning the kids further into the alley, away from the passing by crowd.

Fuck.

A scattering noise made you flinch, a shadow passed overhead.

Stupidly you jerked your gaze upwards. And it was then, when you were distracted, that the men emerged from behind dumpsters, inside of shadows.

Immediately the boys gathered around you. Instinctively you pushed them back, arms branched out as though you could do anything against five men.

"Hey kiddos." A toothy grin from one as the others chuckled. "We won't hurt ya." He shrugged, motioning to the others now trying to surround you. "We're just a little hungry. A little thirsty." His voice dropped as he caught your gaze. "Just hand us your money."

"M-money?" You motioned to try and show you had nothing, "I didn't bring any money trick or treating, are you dense?"

That was not the right thing to say.

"Don't," ground out between clenched teeth. "Play coy with me, bitch. Who brings three kids out and doesn't fucking bring any money."

They were close now, too close. You spared a glance behind you. Just yards away from the street. From people, witnesses, safety.

You could taste your stomach in your mouth, feel your heartbeat in your ears.

With a grunt you swung the candy bags, nailing the ringleader in the face. It bought you a moment. Just enough time.

You pressed the apartment keys into your son's hand, you weren't even sure which one.

"Run." You commanded, shoving them ahead, following.

Hearing the curses screamed at you. The footfalls nearing. And a sharp yank that made your head spin, feet fly out from under you.

"No!" You gasped, seeing the boys hesitate. "Run!" You screamed, scrambling to your feet to face the thugs, using your body to block the way, bat held at the ready.

A laugh from the men trying to shake you down. "Really?" The leader chuckled.

The candy had done some damage you could see. He left eye squinted shut, his forehead sporting a goose egg. Using all the strength you had, and every memory of 5th grade t-ball you could summon, you swung at him. The same spot.

The force made him go down, head banging off a dumpster with uncomfortable force. Inhaling you brought your bat back up, trying to swallow the shaking.

He wasn't moving.

The shock of it, the heaviness of it, stilled everyone.

For a moment.

"You fucking whore."

You weren't sure who said it. God you hoped the boys were home by now. They were eyeing you differently. You could feel their assessment of you change.

It wasn't a game for them anymore. It was revenge now, a lesson they were going to teach you.

One came up, and you swung catching him in the ribs, knocking the air out of him. You swung again connecting with his head. He fell to the ground. You rose your bat and- it was gone.

Something that felt like a fucking brick hit you in the face, you heard your mask crack as your vision filled with red, then black and clear again.

"You hit like a bitch." The words crawled out of your mouth in a snarl as you straightened.

Desperately you took the severed mask, launching it at the nearest guys face, slicing out with the other half. A cry and resistance told you you found your mark more than sight did.

And just as suddenly something happened to your ribs. Darkness flooded your vision. You tripped, fell, air whooshing out of you as something else hit you hard. Again. And once more.

A loud thud. The darkness in your vision faded. The attack stopped. Panicked you pulled yourself up, propped against a wall maybe. A dumpster. Something.

"Five against one?"

Fuckssake you hurt. Breathing hurt. That sucked. But you didn't have time to catalog your pains as another thud, and another, and another.

You tried to see, to focus. But all you could really tell was the alley was far more full than it had been seconds ago. The shadows of the newcomers seemed to envelope everything.

One of the thugs cried out, it was so hard to open your eyes though.

A different voice sniffed. "Try taking on someone more your size."

Scrambling. You blinked again, catching the tail end of the men fleeing around the corner.

"Aww." A whine, playful. "I was looking forward to showing off my sick moves too."

What? You weren't sure it was out loud or not.

But something warm was touching you, softly, gently.

"Are you okay?" Comforting. You blinked again. Blue eyes met yours. "You're safe now, we won't hurt you. Can you get up?"

"Yeah." You tried to stand, feeling his grasp on your arm to steady you. Instead of being able to right yourself you gasped falling over yourself. "Fuck." You chuckled, "maybe."

Another voice. "We gotta move, guys."

"We can't leave her here." The blue eyed one argued, grip on your arm tightened for a moment.

"Up?"

You could see more clearly now. Four of them. Green? Costumes?

And then you were jostled unceremoniously. "Up." Blue eyes confirmed.

And you weren't entirely sure what was happening but the world around you moved.

"Oh shit." You turned into the man holding you, gripping tight till a pat on your back told you it was okay.

Cautiously you looked to see you were on a rooftop. It took a second to realize you could let go. Even longer to notice your vision was normal again.

"You ok?"

His chest pushed against you as he inhaled. It hit you just as suddenly that you'd been clinging to him.

You stepped back. Looked up. And stumbled, falling on your ass.

"Holy fuck."

"Yeah." The playful tone again. You switched from the tall fucking turtle man in front of you to another fucking turtle man just out of view. "We get that a lot."

You turned a little. Another. And another. "Wh-what the hell." It wasn't a question. A laugh almost like a sob wrenched out of you.

"Uh…" the one in purple moved closer, hands out to show he was non-threatening. "C-can I assess your wounds for damage?"

You barked another laugh. "Yeah, sure. Assess my wounds."

This can't be real. You watched in a daze as he pushed buttons, things lit up, something was beeping.

"I'm Donatello." You crashed back to reality as his three fingered hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head up. "The one in orange is Michaelangelo-"

"Mikey!" He corrected, feet swinging.

Hazel eyes rolled behind his purple mask before returning to scan over the tech on his arm intently. "And red is Raphael, and Leonardo's the one who brought you up here."

"Enough with the introductions." The red one - Raphael- you corrected yourself, snapped. "This ain't a tea party. She good or not, Donnie?"

"Well." Eyes narrowed, flicked up to you. Looked back down. "Severe bruising. But nothing's broken."

"Good." Leonardo, the one who'd rescued you, piped up. "Time to get going."

"Wait-!" You moved to stand, hissed in a breath and sat back down. "Wait."

"Yeah?" Raphael growled.

"I-" you weren't sure, exactly, what to say. "What a weird night." You muttered. "I'm sorry for." You swallowed. "You know. My reaction."

"It's been a rough night." Donatello, Donnie? Shrugged it off.

"I, uh." Your eyes squeezed as your voice shook. "I owe you guys a thank you, at least." A tear escaped. Violently you wiped at it. "If you hadn't shown up-" a shivering inhale.

You hadn't thought about, hadn't had a moment to. But the gravity of the situation sunk in slowly, and then all at once. Like a slap. You could have very easily been murdered.

The sound of them shifting, but you couldn't look at them. Not yet. Not till your breathing had calmed and your eyes weren't burning with tears trying to fall.

"Look," Leonardo.

You cast your face down, looking at his feet as he crouched in front of you. The sandals seemed familiar, the style. You weren't sure why you focused on that. He sighed, shifting a little. You risked a peek. His color was blue. His bandana. His swords.

Swords. You swallowed. The light of a nearby billboard caught his scaled skin. His eyes glowed as he looked back at you.

"Uh." You looked down again, suddenly embarrassed by his hesitation. "Need help getting home?" He offered.

"What?" Raphael snapped.

You could feel the looks from the others.

"Chill, Raph." Leo's voice was level.

Suddenly you felt very much like a burden. "I don't wanna-"

"It'll take ten minutes." Mikey assured you, leaping off the radiator vent he'd been perched on. "Leo's got this. No problem."

"You got your communicator?" Donnie sounded further away.

"Yep." Leo stood, offering you a hand.

"We'll let you know where to meet us." Mikey grinned, at the edge of the building.

"Little China?" You let Leo pull you to your feet. It was effortless for him, he put too much power into the motion, making you collide against him.

"Little China." Donnie confirmed.

And they were gone.

"Whoa." You blinked, awed. "What a weird night." You repeated, head shaking

"You're telling me." Leo's voice rumbled against you. "Hold on tight."

#bayverse turtles #tmnt fanfiction #leonardo x reader #bayverse leo #madammuffins fanfiction #slow burn

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timesnewreader · 2 years

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I’ve been an Asoiaf girlie for about a decade now and I don’t know if it’s always been this way (I never read GoT reader insert) or if it’s just because HotD is the baby of the fandom, but I’m having shit luck finding anything that meets my admittedly exacting standards. I found one, which I’ve linked in my previous post, but not many others. Like some of the smut was hot, but Everyone wants Almond to be a soft boy and I completely disagree. While it’s not as bad as babygirlifying Daemon where you just have to ignore like 90% of his personality if you wanna simp, I think it takes all the fun out of Aemond’s character. Like do what you want idgaf if you want him to be your babygrill, but I find Aemond interesting because (even if it’s his family’s fault for raising him this way) he’s still a bit of a prick. He’s thirsty for battle as all hell and was obviously raring to fight in the last supper scene if daemon weren’t there. Even the night he lost his eye, like of course that was fucked from all sides as it was meant to be because they were literally all kids, but people seem to forget that he was gonna bash Jace’s head in with a rock and so his baby brother cut wildly ya know. Like it’s fucked from all sides even though ultimately Aemond got the most hurt. I liked that Almond was sad in the last episode in THE moment, but he’s just gonna get more fucked from here on out and he was quite literally playing with fire by chasing him in that way. He convinced me at least that he really was gonna cut the kid’s eye out. My point with all this being that almost no one writes him as an asshole in x reader fics and I want Almond and that bitch y/n to have hatefully playful/ just hateful banter until it escalates and they eventually have hate sex. Of whatever sort you choose considering the setting or if you wanna do modern au. Like they can catch real feelings eventually if you want but having illicit, secret, possibly kinky, and emotionally charged sex is far more interesting to me personally. And then they can get caught and forced to get married and shit which could be fun. ESPECIALLY if the reader is a Strong! Like think of the conflict and resolution that would bring!! And I get why people are uncomfortable with it since they’d be related, I’d be uncomfortable too in any other fandom, but in Asiof (especially as Targaryens) that ain’t even that bad. I might write it myself honestly since I’m the one who wants it so bad, but self motivation is a bitch and so am I lmao. Like mad respect to anyone putting their writing out there even if we want different things from the almond boi, I’ve never gotten past outlining generally and y’all should be proud of your work. Thus ends my wild rant, I’ve just been thinking about this shit for a while lmaoo. Don’t really expect this to get seen, but lemme know if there’s any interest in the fic idea lmao. Or babygrill if you have any recs I would die for you sjdhajfjsjdj✌️✌️

#timesnewrants #hotd spoilers #hotd fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen

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squeakyfir · 1 year

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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

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The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 16

Previous ~ Next

And thus began the Vendetta ride. All through Cochise county, through Arizona to New Mexico. Wyatt knew this was going to be filled with bloodshed and how right he was. Wyatt would charge his horse through a window of a Saloon and shoot every cowboy inside it. Texas Jack, Creek Johnson and Sherman McMasters would also have no fear and charge into buildings and shoot the cowboys as well. Even you along with Doc would take some out. There was one instance in a hotel somewhere in Arizona where a cowboy was spotted.

You and Doc were stealthy as you got up the stairs and you kicked the door in and aimed your new shotgun at the cowboy. "Nobody move" you yelled, only to quickly realize that there were two naked women in bed with the cowboy. "Nonsense" Doc said, "By all means, move". You gave him a side glance and he walked out to take out another cowboy, leaving you to take care of the one in bed. It was an easy kill. After that, the ride continued, all throughout Arizona and it would eventually head to New Mexico.

Wyatt was out for blood. And so were you. Those cowboys took your best friend away and made your other best friend lose the use of an arm. You and Wyatt wanted revenge and the others knew it. They didn't dare to question it and offered their help, which was greatly appreciated.

More bloodshed was eminent when a tip about more cowboys being in Mescal Spring, Arizona was brought up. Especially Curly Bill. You all dismounted from your horses about half a mile away and went off, eventually reaching a small pond in a clearing in the woods. You were all being cautious and kept your guns out. Wyatt stood behind a tree and looked out, seeing nothing.

Suddenly, gunfire from across the pond shot out and nearly hit Wyatt and you all quickly dropped to the ground for cover, firing back. It was the cowboys. As you reloaded, you all heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Wyatt! How the hell are ya"!? It was Curly Bill. More gunfire was coming towards you all and there wasn't much you could do. "I got some boys over there behind ya! Got ya in a little crossfire. How do ya like that" Curly Bill yelled out but was then almost hit by one of Docs bullets which made Bill laugh.

"Come on! Think of something fast, would ya" McMasters yelled out. You were beside Doc and then heard Wyatt. "No".

"Wyatt" Doc asked. "Hey, Wyatt".

"No". Wyatt then stood up after reloading his shotgun and was now walking out into the shallow pond. "WYATT" you screamed. Curly Bill looked and saw Wyatt coming into the crossfire and was amazed but didn't waste a second to come towards him. "No" Bill yelled to stop the bullets. "Let me"! Bill started firing at Bill and was miraculously missing every shot until he eventually ran out of bullets in his six gun.

"No"!

"Son-of-a-bitch" Bill yelled and aimed his shotgun at Wyatt.

"NOOOO" Wyatt yelled and aimed his shotgun at Bill and fired twice into him, killing him immediately. All the cowboys were shocked and started firing at Wyatt but were also missing their shots and Wyatt took them down easily. You and the others quickly arose to join him and were wiping these cowboys out. When the remaining cowboys in this fight knew they wouldn't stand a chance, they fled. "YEAH" you yelled out, "YOU BETTER RUN YOU MOTHER FUCKING PUSSIES"! Texas Jack, Creek Johnson and Sherman McMasters were stunned. They had never heard a woman curse like that before.

"Where'd you learn words like that" McMasters asked.

"It's a long story" you replied. They wanted to know. It's not every day in this time period that you hear a woman curse like a sailor. You all headed back to your horses to plan your next move and Doc was laying on the ground, leaning up against his saddle he took off his horse. You sat beside him and were browsing on your phone, looking through the pictures and videos, just to see Morgan and Virgil again. You being from the future was already explained to the others and after an exhausting explanation of modern times, they seemed ok with it. They just wish they could see it with their own eyes.

"Did you ever see anything like that" Texas Jack asked Creek.

"Hell, I ain't never even heard of anything like that" Creek replied.

"Where is he" McMasters asked, referring to Wyatt.

"Down by the Creek" Doc replied and was also coughing a bit. "Walkin' on water".

"Well, let's hope he's got another miracle up his sleeve. 'Cause if I know Ringo, he's headed straight towards us. Well, if they were my brothers, I'd want revenge too".

"No, make no mistake. It's not revenge he's after. It's a reckonin'" Doc replied and was now standing up. You quickly put your phone away and made sure he was ok. "I'm fine, darlin'". He then started coughing harder and harder. "Doc" Creek Johnson said to get his attention. "You ought to be in bed. What the hell you doin' this for anyway"?

"Wyatt Earp is my friend".

"Hell, I got lots of friends".

"I don't". Normally, you would reply by saying, "Mood" but you said something different. You stood next to Doc to place a hand on his shoulder and said. "I don't either. But I got you. I got Wyatt and all of you. And sometimes, having only a few is better than none".

"Oh" Doc said sarcastically. "So, you see me as a friend now"?

"No! I see you as my soul mate" you said confidently. That little statement made Doc freeze and the others smile. "Is that so" Doc asked. "Well, I hope you'll be satisfied to know that I feel the same way about you". Your cheeks started turning red and was quickly acknowledged by the others which made you roll your eyes. "Listen, Darlin'. If I ever get better, after this is all over, I want to do somethin' I never thought I'd do".

"What's that"?

"You'll find out, soon. But for now, let's finish this".

#will add more tags later

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lordfreg · 2 years

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IM HERE WITH TWO QUESTIONS MUAHAHAHA

Would you want B&B!Raph to have a human, or mutant crush/significant other? (Totally not for the OC I'm making noooo)

Do you have any B&B!Raph headcanons for my thirsty ass-

(Post editor: I wrote A LOT nsfw so uh….mentally prepare and I gOT FLAGGED HELP AHHH- also on google docs to avoid that 👀) OH. MEEM. GEE.

thank you for the questions!! And oh BOY do I have a story for you~

so, he’s still figuring out what and who he likes. Mikey’s helping him best he can, but ultimately it lands back on humans. When they first started hanging out with April, Raph was always the one to flirt with her. But it was nothing more then friendly flirting, like the scenario of “pretend to my crush so I can practice with you” thing in cartoons, ya know?

Raph hasn’t really had any romantic feelings, but DEFINITELY some sexual ones. He just can’t help himself. More about that later.

But he will date a mutant or even an alien! It just has to be his type; sparkly tomboys. He loves cute dresses and Kawii things like makeup and bows, but he also likes someone who could kick ass. (Preferably not his).

Raph appreciates someone with flaws, he honestly hates the “picture perfect” person, because they make him feel like he’s staring at a manikin, one of his biggest fears; dolls and manikins. (Idk how to spell it bruh 😭😭, just say how it’s pronounced)

He likes manners too, he has probably the best table manners (other then Leo) and Mikey coming in a hot last. Raph admires respect, that’s why he looks up to Leo so much. (Don’t tell him I told you that.)

Raph honestly just LOVES cute things, he wanted to take Mikey’s cat away and cuddle it to death. But he was afraid he might actually cuddle it to death. (Flashback to the ‘Baby Rat’ incident).

he’s also SUPER soft and cuddle and all giddy, when you’re alone. When his brothers are around, you’re lucky if he even gives you the time of day. He’ll act uninterested or flat out ignore you because he hates it when his brothers call him a “softy”. (Having a “soft shell” in this universe is like calling someone a bitch)

Raph also loves doing makeup! Not on himself since the texture bothers him, but he’ll do it for literally anyone else.

NOW ON TO THE HEADCANNONS! (Under the cut bc some people might not want to see that)

(Pictures below wink wink nudge nudge)

I love sketching

#Tmnt b&b #tmnt b&b Raphael

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employee41512 · 15 days

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Chen woo… I need to know how he would react to max…*bows down and begs* (also apologies to Chen cause I wouldn’t wanna meet max either.)

OHOHOO OKAY !!! by the way im changing chen's american name until i like it, so we're calling him dexter now… THANK YOU FOR THE ASK CAIN!!!

DEXTER(?) (aka Chen) WOO & SIR MAX WHITLOCKE'S DYNAMIC…

"Ugh… do I really smell that bad?" Chen turns around and sees Max. "Oh."

Chen hates all preps, but Max — excuse me — Sir Max is one uniquely detestable bitch.

"I hear his dad pays Mr. Harrington so Derby could keep him around. How much of a loser must you be for your own father to buy your friends?! Eheheh!"

Unfortunately, Chen's lab coat and prescription goggles make him an easy target for the blood-thirsty prep, who would swiftly quickstep into his path to physically demand money or a copy of his lab report. And like any helpless and frail nerd, he'd yield to Max's requests for a chance to leave with his coat unscuffed or his lab-safe spectacles unbroken (or un-drenched with saliva).

Internally, Chen finds Max to be an incredibly bizarre freak. Chen notices Max's unusual devotion to Gary rather than Derby, whose family is the subject of a personal grudge that Chen holds. Nevertheless, Gary undoubtedly has some dirt on Chen's name, so it's in Chen's best interest not to wrangle with his lackey. (Still, the nerds will not hesitate to bind together and ambush Max with homemade artillery, for he is the easiest prep to bully, irregardless of his level of lunacy.)

Despite their enmity, Chen and Max can relate to one interest: science. (I headcanon that) Max is captivated by the natural world and some biology — it's where his soft spot for critters come from.

One time, Max could be heard panicking and wailing in the boy's dorm, frantically knocking on doors and shouting, "HAVE YOU SEEN MY RAT?" Chen saw the white rodent skittering around in the bathroom, gently picked it up and brought it to Max —

"Erm, is this what you're looking for…?" "Oh, there you are Taffy!" Chen watched as Max brought the rat to crawl under his shirt and down his pant leg …

(I just realized that the above scenario could work as an errand for Jimmy as well … poor Max, ya keep losing yer rat.)

There was another instance where Max approached Chen, who instinctively cowered in fear and held up the last of his lunch money like a peace offering. Then, to Chen's surprise, Max brought out his unfinished lab report and said,

"Hey, proletariat nerd scum, you're good in biology, right? Can you help me with this?" "Err…" Chen lowers the cash. "W-what…?" "Listen, if I fail this—" he paused to carefully enunciate the following word— "electrophoresis thing, Slawter's going to make me redo the whole lab, and Tad's having a party this weekend…"

Later…

"Thanks for the help, Dexter." Dexter? No one has called me that before… "Erm, my name's n—" "Do you mind taking care of Taffy while I'm away? Tad cannot stand rodents in his house. GREAT, thanks, and don't tell anyone about this, or I'll give you the browbeat."

And that, perhaps, was the most normal behavior Chen never expected from that maniac Max.

A Note from the Author: Speculating their dynamic was interesting! Although I didn't really focus on the loony side of Sir Max, I hope this isekai-esque approach will suffice. I haven't fleshed out Chen's character as much, but I truly just want him to be a simple nerdy guy trying to survive through Bullworth. Sir Maxwell belongs to Cain, and you can find more of its deranged little guy on @wolfxplush.

#chen woo #sir maxwell whitlocke iv #ask #bully oc #bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #my stuff

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theuniverseawakens347 · 2 months

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this where I get irritated with men..yal thirsty wanting to talk to a female then find the lamest ways to approach be in her personal space ..like dude SAY WHY THE FUCK YOU MEAN AND STOP SENDING MIND GAMES AND MIXED SIGNALS …YOU COMING TO TEST ME IF I CAN READ MINDS WHICH IVE PROVEN A 1000 FUCKING TIMES OVER …THEN SOMEONE OR YOURSELF SAYING “oh I WANA try n smash now” or “ this bitch saying she god and and alien…I WANA see what the cat like” like WTF …ADULTS COMMUNICATE CLEARLY … tf you beating around the bush for and acting weird …saying I’m sending random niggas to ya kids …I ATEST TF THE NOT BUT YOU ARE NICKI AS LEE THRU NATEANA READING …you women weird tryna do to my parents to me n my WHOLE FAMILY. Pimp the girls thru the boys tree .. weird activity

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kitasgloves · 10 months

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Sexy Escapades ft. MSBY 4

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, female reader but can be interpreted as gender-neutral, haikyuu timsekip

BOKUTO KOUTARO

(doggystyle & cowgirl)

Oh boy he's a pounder

He likes to grab your ass during doggy and it for sure leaves red marks

I'm losing my mind thinking about Bokuto grabbing your wrists from behind and pulling your body against him whenever he thrusts forward, would literally make you go cross-eyed

He's a sucker when you ride him, he'd literally beg you to ride his cock

He'd be all grabby, his hands aren't stuck in one place. He'd grab your waist, squeeze your breasts, or caress your face

I'd like to imagine when he's close, he'd grab you by both of your arms or by your neck (if he's feeling aggressive) and he'd thrust his hips upward frantically until he cums

"Oh, fuck baby, take that! Take all of it"

HINATA SHOYO

(pussyeating & facesitting)

Ninja Shoyo is a whole new breed bro oml

He's a giver I just know ittttt

He's eager to please but knows how to tease and rile you up until you beg for it

Going feral thinking about him burying his face into your cunt and just lapping all of your juices like a thirsty man left in the desert

He'd play with your clit. He'd lick, suck, and even grazes his teeth against it to scare or excite you

He'll use his fingers, burying them deep into your dripping pussy

Literally, eyes shut, groaning because he can feel you close to cumming on his tongue

My man enjoys facesitting. Don't even worry about suffocating him if you got thick thighs or a fat ass

He'd grip your thighs hard then knead them as he passionately eats you out until you're about to collapse

He'd probably unintentionally overstimulate you, oops

"Come on, give it to me babe. Give me everything"

MIYA ATSUMU

(finger fucking & thigh riding)

Idk about y'all but I think Atsumu has those dangerously precise fingers that know where to find the perfect spot inside of you that makes you scream

Doesn't even take more than five minutes and he has you close to cumming around his thick and talented fingers

He'd use three to four fingers frantically pumping inside of you, while he uses his thumb to massage your clit

Would literally make you see stars omg

He's the type to look you dead in the eye and lick your cum off his fingers with a smug smirk SOMEONE PLS CHECK ON MY PULSE RIGHT NOW

Okay, he's got NFTs; Nice Fucking Thighs. And he knows how to use them.

He'd grab you by the waist and tell you to grind on his thigh. If he's feeling generous he'd help you cum by grinding his thigh up and down your clit.

Doesn't mind you making a mess on his thighs, he'd ask you to lick it all off anyway.

"Yer really nasty aren't ya sweetheart? Yeah, just like that, lick yer cum off my thigh and I'll treat ya real good"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

(fingering & missionary)

Those bendy wrists are perfect for fingering I said what I said. It's a great exercise for him

When he fingers you, it's slow and passionate. He takes his time analyzing what makes you feel good. He lives for those tiny reactions like gasps and whimpers whenever his fingers brush a particular spot

He'd alternate from one hand to another after he makes you cum. He'd bury his face against your neck and whisper nasty shit to you that brings you to the edge.

Sakusa likes missionary fight me on this bitch. He likes seeing his partner's reactions when he pounds into them slowly.

He goes slow and hard, you'll feel every hard thrust and it will make your eyes roll back each time

If he's feeling aggressive he'd have a hand around your neck too.

When he's close, he'd grab both of your legs and place them over his shoulders. He'd lean forward and start to pound at the same pace but this time he's deeper

Will literally leave you convulsing when cum.

"Fuck! You like that? Of course, you do darling. Ready to give me one more?"

BONUS: squirting or creampie?

Squirting:

Hinata (he thinks it's fun)

Atsumu (sometimes)

Sakusa (a shocker, I know)

Creampie:

Bokuto (is literally obsessed)

Atsumu (is an enthusiast)

#— ♬ with love; kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #msby x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #hinata shouyou #hinata x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader

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