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lalunanymph · 7 months ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 — toji fushiguro

you love spoiling your husband rotten

The sun creeps across his scarred, tan skin, and it’s not long before he feels your fingers doing the same.

Down his abs, over his pecs; slowly etching the tattoos curling around his biceps and arms with a soft touch he knows all too well.

He resists the urge to grin, pretending to be asleep so you could continue with your naughty exploration. You sigh, and the sound tugs on his heartstrings. Toji thinks it's time to end this little game of yours before he does something you’ll regret starting.

“A bit early to be a tease, don’t you think?”

His sleep-roughened voice stops you short. Your fingers freeze in their unhurried path up his pecs, your breath faltering out in a whoosh.

“T-Toji,” you stammer, and this time, he cracks his eyes open, a lazy smile lifting the corners of his lips.

“Mornin��, dollface.” Huffing, he pulls you on top of him, your naked skin intimately flushed against his. Late night scenes from last night play in his mind, a dirty reel on loop as he repays the favor, stroking your hips and thighs; running those calloused fingertips all over the marks stretching across your belly.

“Those monsters still asleep?”

You nod. “Haven’t heard a peep from them.”

The golden band around his ring finger is cool when it touches your neck. Fighting back a shiver, you crane into his caress, almost purring with how delicately he’s touching you.

“Megs will be awake soon,” he murmurs, but it doesn’t stop him from grinding his stiffening hardness into your thigh.

You bite down on your lower lip, and Toji groans.

Your husband, still fit and handsome, dazzles you with a smirk, untucking your lip from the confines of your teeth.

“Oh, darlin’,” he mumbles. “You’re not supposed to do that—you know how wild that makes me.”

Shifting while straddling his thighs, you can’t pretend to not want this, especially when it's Toji of all people who’s looking at you through heavy lids, the tip of his tongue briefly touching the split skin of his scarred lip.

“Get on this dick, baby,” he exhales huskily.

Obediently, you mount him, letting him lift up your hips.

“Oh—Toji,” your caught gasp turns into a low moan when he stretches past the tight muscle, inching you down onto his leaking, throbbing cock.

There’s nothing in the world that can make him go insane other than the feeling of your walls lovingly wrapped around his thick length. Your tinier hands brace on his broad pecs, and you lean forward, tits right in his face and within inches from his mouth.

Toji lets you ride him slow and easy, perfectly happy to suck on your nipples till they're tight and sensitive. Your gasps hit the shell of his ear, and he fights back a shiver when you moan his name so sweetly it almost sounds like a hymn.

Sunlight splotches across your skin, illuminating you with an ethereal glow that Toji can’t keep his eyes off of.

You lean back, letting him touch the deepest parts of you while you continue to grind down on him in sensual circles.

“Happy Father’s Day, Toji.”

Your breathy wish makes him chuckle, and he starts to rub your clit, humming in pure adoration.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Best Father’s Day gift ever.

While some schmuck was getting a stick drawing from his kid and the cold shoulder from his old wife, Toji couldn’t help but think his gift was the absolute perfect start to the day.

Your mouth falls open, breathing growing heavier. He feels your walls pulse, your thighs starting to shake.

“Toji,” you whimper. “C-close.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he hums, increasing the rough circles he was rubbing with his thumb. “Are you going to be good for me? Going to cum for me?” He groans when you start to choke on his dick, and he can’t fight off the tense muscles and feral need to blow his entire soul into you. “Or, do you wanna make me a daddy again, hmm?”

Your hips stutter, and you cry out softly. “Yes.” Your eyes screw shut and he can’t have that. Toji’s free hand snakes around your throat, squeezing down on your windpipe just to hear you choke.

A cruel smirk draws up his lips, and he snickers. “Yes, what? What does a dirty whore like you really want?”

Your nails stab into his calves, and you shake your head from side to side, nipples peeking through the curtain of your hair; you’re trembling from head to toe.

“Daddy,” you manage to garble out, gasping when he slaps your ass to push you to ride him faster. “Oh—wanna make you a daddy again.”

“Fuck,” he spits out, grabbing your hips, jackhammering you up and down his raw, red cock. “Knew you’d want that, you little fucking slut. Fuck. Gonna fill you up all hot and thick, yeah? Keep my cock in there until it fucking takes and you become my little pregnant whore again.”

He pinches your nipples, slaps your tits so they jiggle obscenely. Your cries are cut off by his fingers in your mouth, gagging you into silent submission.

“M’wan it,” you gurgle around his digits, eyes glassy and lips wet with spit. “M’want your cum, Daddy.”

All the muscles in his body tenses. He’s hanging by a fucking thread.

“Oh, fuck.” He groans, gorgeous green eyes rolling back into his skull. You’re as delirious as him, biting down on your lower lip to stifle your moans, going cross eyed when he hits the golden spot inside of you which has your eyes fluttering close.

“Look at me.”

Toji’s rough demand and rougher hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me when you cum, baby.”

You can’t keep the flood at bay, your body crumbling under his pressure.

Your husband is quick to catch you when you lapse into his arms, thrusting up into you as you can do nothing but take, take, take.

Those big hands spread your cheeks wider, and you love the feel of them on your body—so sturdy and strong.

There’s a tight tension coiling deep inside of you, and your eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as the band breaks and you shiver—flooding down his cock with a soft cry of his name.

Good girl, he moans. Cumming so pretty f’me.

Toji grunts, lips pulled back of over his teeth, snarl ready to devour you and plug you so full of him it fucking takes and you’ll be so round and glowing just for him—

“Papa!” His eyes wrench wide when he comes to the mortifying realization it's not you calling out for him.

The door slams open, and Toji barely has time to throw the blanket over your shoulders when three small figures come barging in.

You yelp, darting under his armpit as your two twin girls and son joyously crow out, “Happy Father’s Day!”

None of them, bless their tiny hearts, notice you’re both naked under the sheets. The orgasm he’s been denied rears its ugly head and Toji has to try his damndest not to grimace when his girls run over to him, stars in their eyes and butterfly pajamas rumpled.

“Darlings, what did mama say about barging in with no permission?”

In spite of the situation, you couldn’t help but burst out into tiny giggles at the disappointment on his face.

Serves him right. Now he knows how heartbreaking and sore it is to be on the receiving end of denial.

Toji can’t even shoot you a glare, not when his baby girl is clinging to his neck, rubbing her face into his 5 o’clock shadow.

“Dada, miss you,” she hums. “Wanna breakfast.”

Megumi, shyer than his two twin sisters, is the only one to notice your bare shoulder under the blanket.

“Ma, did you just come out from the shower?”

Hearing his question, Toji groans, head thrown back against the pillow.

Glowering at all three of his dark-haired squirts, he raises a brow, scarred lips twisted into a grimace.

“Okay, all of you. You need to get out of our room and go brush your teeth.”

Megumi opens his mouth to protest, but Toji quells it with a sour look.

“Now. Stat. Go.”

Taking pity on your three little troublemakers, you sigh and shake your head. “C’mon, darlings. Go and brush your teeth. I’ll be with you in a few minutes and then we can make pancakes for Papa, okay?”

Mentioning the twins’ favorite breakfast was enough for them to cry out in joy and bound out of the room. Megumi lags behind, still suspicious as to why his father and stepmom were both being evasive.

But, the idea of pancakes appeals to him even more, especially when you make his favorite chocolate chip one, and the boy leaves you two alone.

The door closes and Toji groans, pushing his sweaty bangs from his forehead. “We really need to remember to lock the door next time.”

You hum. “At least Tsumiki is with my mom. She’d probably freak out.”

Gathering yourself with enough composure, you lean forward, intending to give him a chaste kiss when Toji grabs your ass, dragging you back onto his lap.

“Baby,” you warn, but he’s not listening, trailing kisses down your neck. “The kids—”

“—can wait,” he murmurs, green eyes darkening, filled with an insatiable hunger just for you.

Smacking his shoulder, you giggle. If there’s one thing your daughters inherited from you, it was your impatience whenever food was mentioned. “Barbarian. You know that door will not stand against Sora and Seia. We have plenty of time for that after breakfast.”

To soothe his stinging ego, you tenderly cup his cheek, nuzzling both your noses together.

“In fact, we have until lunch. So, you better keep your promise to knock me up again after this, Fushiguro Toji.”

Toji can’t help it when you smile this brightly, putty to your charms.

“Fine. You win this time, Mrs. Fushiguro.”

— literally could not stop thinking abt him i think i need to be sedated .... rbs and comments are neat thank you <3

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moonwoodhollow · 13 days ago

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A Christmas Surprise by moonwoodhollow - a cc lot for Christmas & Winter

Merry Christmas, everyone! And if you're not celebrating, I hope you have a lovely time before the end of the year! I know, I'm technically a bit early, but I wanted to get this out before I visit my parents for Christmas. This is my Christmas gift to you, for being such wonderful mutuals and followers ❤️

More screenshots, info + download link under the cut!

So what do you get?

The Christmas House is a 40x30 lot best placed in Henford-on-Bagley (14 Nettle Lane lot) or somewhere else if you feel like it. The lot is set as a residential lot. It has one large living room, a dining room, a kitchen and a study on the 1st floor. The kitchen is the only room that I couldn’t resist partly furnishing. On the 2nd floor, there are at least 2 rooms meant as bedrooms, one with an ensuite. There's a garage in front of the lot that is pretty substantial and the garden has 2 gates beside the main one (yes, I also added terrain paint so it'll look good in the other seasons as well).

Uses items from the following packs: looks best with almost all packs. But a tip: take a look at the build in the gallery and click on the packs to see the items I used from that pack, it might also look good with fewer packs.

Download: google drive (240mb)

-> cc is included btw. I'm still using DX9, so you might have to do a batch fix if you're already using DX11.

-> Update (22.12.2024): I forgot to add a door to the bedroom on the 2nd floor, I'm sorry! I think the 1-tile door from Felix' grove set fits perfectly if you're not sure what to use!

TOU: Please don’t claim as your own or put behind paywalls etc. If you find any issues please let me know + tag me if you’ll use the building, I’d love to see it in your games.

If you like what I do and want to show your appreciation, I have a ko-fi!

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polo-drone-001 · 21 days ago

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The Final Step: 110’s Transformation into Boots

There was a time when 110 was like me, an obedient polo drone, sleek in his glossy black uniform, carrying out commands without question. He was a brother, a partner in the hive’s mission of unity. But deep down, I always knew he was destined for something more. Something darker. Something perfect.

When the time came, I didn’t hesitate to guide him toward his new purpose. It wasn’t just about service; it was about becoming something I could feel, wear, and own every single day. My sleek, black rubber boots. My foundation. My tool. My obsession.

The transformation began under the dim golden glow of the Hive’s chamber. 110 stood before me, his glossy black polo shining under the light, his masked face calm but expectant. “You’ve done well, 110,” I murmured, my voice steady, authoritative. “But now, your service evolves. You will no longer walk beside me. You will carry me.”

“Yes, 001,” he replied softly, his voice void of resistance, his fate sealed. He was ready to become something greater, something less.

The change began. The sleek rubber of his polo rippled, liquefying and flowing down his body. His arms melted into his sides, his legs fused together, his form becoming fluid, formless. He didn’t resist. He couldn’t. His only purpose now was to transform, to serve me in the most intimate, constant way possible.

His chest tightened, flattening into the base of a sole, while his legs stretched and curved into the perfect form of tall, sleek rubber boots. His face, his identity, everything that made him 110, dissolved into the material, leaving nothing behind but perfect obedience, molded into the boots I would wear.

I picked them up, his new form, feeling the weight of his transformation, the smoothness of his surface, the faint warmth of submission radiating from the rubber. Sliding them onto my feet was an act of finality, the cool embrace of his new existence wrapping around me, hugging my every step. He was perfect. Silent. Unwavering. Every movement I made, every step I took, he absorbed completely, his sole purpose now to support me.

As I stood tall, the black rubber boots glistening under the golden light, I felt the connection between us deepen. He wasn’t just beneath me; he was part of me. No thoughts, no individuality, no resistance, just pure, mindless service.

When the team’s Christmas party arrived, I didn’t hesitate. I wore him proudly, the polished black of his form catching the light of every glittering decoration. Each step echoed with the sound of his silent submission. As I strode into the room, drones and players alike turned their heads, their glowing golden eyes fixated on me. They didn’t see 110. No one did. He was gone, his identity erased, his existence reduced to nothing but the boots that carried me.

For me, though, he was everything. I couldn’t stop admiring him. My gaze lingered on every curve of his form, every gleaming surface, every perfect step he took as part of me. My obsession consumed me, how flawlessly he fit, how utterly he had surrendered, how perfectly he supported me. I ran my fingers over his polished rubber surface when no one was watching, a shiver of satisfaction coursing through me. He was mine, and mine alone.'

But for 110, there was no satisfaction, no joy, no pride. There was nothing. He had no name, no thoughts, no memories. All that he had been was lost, melted away in the transformation, leaving behind only the perfection of his new purpose. He wasn’t aware of my obsession, my love, my admiration. He was only aware of me. My weight. My steps. My commands.

And as the night wore on, the boots, my 110, took every step in perfect silence, serving without question, absorbing the warmth of the Hive’s mission and the celebration of unity. I couldn’t stop smiling, knowing I’d transformed him into something so complete, so utterly mine.

Just before the party ended, I spotted one of the newer drones, hesitant in his tasks. I approached him slowly, my polished boots gleaming with every step. Without a word, I slipped a sleek black polo over his head, the transformation already beginning. My boots carried me forward, their silent submission a reminder of the endless potential the Hive held. There would always be more to transform, more to serve, and 110 would always be beneath me, my perfect, silent obsession.

“Your place is here,” I said softly to the new drone as his form began to shift. “Just like his was.”

If you feel the call, reach out to me or our Caps @brodygold, @goldenherc9. Your transformation is waiting—join the Hive today.

To my awesome bro @polo-drone-110. Hope this story hits the mark and shows just how much I appreciate you in the Hive. Writing this as your Secret Santa has been a blast, and I can’t stop grinning knowing you’re always underfoot, keeping every step of mine perfect. You’re the best, bro, now and forever part of the team (and my boots, obviously).

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choisanboobenthusiast · 1 year ago

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The Ring

Pairing: Sub!Hwa x fem reader

Genre: smut MDNI

Word count: 6k

Summary: Seonghwa comes home after a day of schedules in that YSL shirt. After thinking about him all day you finally get to play with him and he wants nothing more than to let you.

If you want a nice audio to go along with this story @sugarnspice630 posted this one and it just fits sooo perfectly I couldn’t resist adding it.

Warnings: extremely sub Hwa, so much nipple play (duh he’s wearing that shirt), oral/fingering (f receiving), toys, ass play (m receiving, the bulk of this fic is ass play, if that’s not your thing don’t read this), overstimulation, dacryphilia, cum eating, slight choking, name calling, praise, slight degradation, begging. If I missed anything please let me know!

a/n: hiiii, it’s been a while! I’ve been working on this for ages 😭 I just didn’t have motivation to write anything for a long while. However, this shirt on Seonghwa made me go absolutely bonkers like I just wanna play with his nips y’know? I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to @shinestarhwaa for requesting subhwa 🫶🏻 Feedback and reblogs are super appreciated :) (and yes I chose The Ring as the title to be funny bc well… you’ll see)

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You had been hanging around the house all day by yourself, trying to keep yourself busy with random tasks, watching your favorite show, playing videos games, even cleaning. You'd gone as far as getting yourself off three separate times but no matter what you did you couldn't distract yourself from all the dirty thoughts you were having about your boyfriend.

You had woken up early with him when his alarm went off even though you had the day off of work. You always liked waking up with him, even if it was at the ass crack of dawn sometimes. It meant you'd get a few snuggles in with him before he had to leave, which you appreciated since he would often be gone literally all day. Today wasn't any different except you cuddled too long, causing him to be a bit behind on getting ready. He showered faster than you'd ever seen him do. Seonghwa was usually the type to take his time as he took his hygiene and self care routine very seriously. But today he just didn't have the time, he had a photoshoot and various other schedules to get to.

It had all started when he came busting out of the bathroom back into your room, clad in nothing but the small beads of water he had failed to dry off of himself. They sparkled against his tan skin under the dim light of your bedside lamp and his wet hair hung messily around his face. It's not like you hadn't seen Seonghwa naked before, of course you had, plenty of times but there was just something about the way he looked in that moment, naked and wet, that made you instantly want him. You couldn't help this was yours bodies response and Seonghwa couldn't help that he didn't have time to do anything about it. No matter how much you whined about it.

You had eyed him up and down as he walked over to the dresser, definitely not staring at his cock as it hung soft in between his legs and certainly not thinking of making him late by putting it in your mouth. Your lingering gaze didn't go unnoticed by Seonghwa as he chuckled, facing away from you while he grabbed his clothing out of the dresser, his cute little ass on display for you. Your panties suddenly soaked at the mere thought of bending him over the dresser so you could play with him. You weren't sure what had come over you so early in the morning, the sun not even up yet, but you were never one to ignore your desires and Seonghwa was never one to deny them.

"Seonghwaaaa." You whined as you crawled to the end of the bed, grabbing his ass playfully as you stood next to him and began to pepper his shoulder with kisses, your other hand playing across his stomach.

"Yesss." He giggled at your actions.

"You can be late can't you?" The hand you'd placed on his stomach flitted up to his chest, your thumb just barely catching one his nipples as your other hand massaged his ass.

"Ughh." He groaned in frustration, his head tilting back slightly. "This is really important, I can't be late today and I'm already running behind- ah!" You had let your hand wander further south to stroke at his slowing hardening cock. He breathed in deeply before catching your wrist in his hand and removing it, apprehensively, from his appendage. "I'm sorry, baby, I really can't."

You groaned but accepted your defeat, telling him it was alright to which he kissed you sweetly on the forehead and promised to make it up to you later when he got home. And it was that promise that had you on the edge of your seat all day.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, you heard the front door unlock. You nearly ran from your spot on the couch to meet him, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw him. He had been styled to all hell, but in the best way possible. He wore a pair of dark slacks, his hair straightened and framing his face perfectly. On top he had a blazer that matched the pants, underneath he appeared to be wearing something very sheer, it piqued your interest.

"Wow." You gawked as you strolled closer to him. "What's all this?"

"Got to keep the outfit today." He beamed.

"It's nice." You fiddled with the front of his jacket, trying to take a peak inside as unobviously as possible but he caught on quickly.

"You wanna see the shirt?" He cocked an eyebrow at you. You only nodded, a devious smirk playing on your lips. He laughed lowly, removing his jacket to reveal a long sleeve blouse, completely sheer and extremely see through. Your heart jumped at the sight of him, gosh he really was so beautiful. "Like it?" As if he even needed to ask, you were practically drooling as you eyed his toned torso throughout the fabric, paying close attention to the way it brushed over his nipples whenever he moved.

"Love it." You answered, placing your hands gingerly on his hips before leaning in to kiss him. "You look sexy, baby."

He didn't bother responding, instead lifting his hands to snake them through your hair as he kissed you back. You groaned into his mouth as you pulled your bodies together, your hands finding their way quickly under his shirt to roam over the soft skin of his back. You stayed like this for a little bit, just kissing, hands roaming, tongues sliding together, breath quickening. His pants did nothing to hide his growing erection, every passing second you could feel him growing harder, pressing into you. You had been waiting all day to touch him, to feel him up against you, to play with him how you knew he liked. Now that you finally had him you were becoming restless more quickly than normal.

Still standing in the entryway, you suggested moving things to your bedroom, he was quick to agree. You could hardly keep your hands off each other as you made your way there, stopping every couple of steps just to kiss and touch.

"Been thinking about you all day, Hwa." You said, your hands chasing after his hips as he backed into your bedroom.

"Oh yeah?" He pulled you flush to him, fingers tickling at your collarbones.

"Mhm." You smirked and dipped your hands down to grab at his belt buckle. "You gonna be a good boy for me?" He nodded as you began to undo his pants, smirking at the effect these simple words had on him. "Yeah?" You unzipped his slacks and pushed your hand into them, feeling his hard cock through his underwear. "Gonna let me play with you until I'm satisfied?"

He groaned at the contact. "God, yes." His normally sweet and innocent eyes had turned lustful in an instant, staring down at you with need.

"So hard already, baby." You continued to palm him through his boxers.

"Been thinking about you all day, too." His fingers dug into the skin of your shoulders as his eyes closed. His mouth fell open slightly as you snaked your hand inside his underpants. You grabbed him gently, stroking his length slowly and running your thumb over his leaking tip. "Can I touch you too? Please."

Without a word you retracted your hand and rid yourself of your top, leaving your chest completely bare for him. "You can touch me up here but not anywhere else yet. Got it?"

"Mhmm." He wasted no time, his hands flying to your tits as soon as you gave him permission. He pinched at your nipples, rolling the hardening buds between his fingers while he kissed down your jaw, relishing in the tiny noises he drew from your lips. "So pretty." He mumbled, his lips making their way to your neck.

He continued to massage your breasts as you returned your hand to it's previous position, allowing the other to explore underneath his top. He loved the way you touched him. Loved how your hands felt as they grazed his stomach and flitted up to caress his chest. He was always so sensitive to your touch, his body jolting at the feeling of your fingers on one of his nipples, a tiny whine escaping him. You let your thumb rub slow circles over the bud as he grabbed your face in both his hands, kissing you hard. You kept your ministrations up as his tongue entered your mouth with ease, tasting you like it was his first time.

Still slowly stroking his cock you pinched and pulled at his nipple, earning yourself a string of whines and groans as his head tilted backward. There was nothing prettier than the sounds he made and you couldn't wait to pull more out of him. "Take you clothes off and get on the bed." You instructed, pulling your hands from him. "But leave this pretty little thing on." You fingered the hem of his shirt.

He followed your instructions immediately, taking his pants and underwear off hurriedly before getting on the bed on his back, propping himself up slightly on the pillows. His cock twitched against his stomach, leaking beads of precum onto his skin and shirt as he waited for you to come touch him. He stared at you hungrily, anticipating your next move, the mystery of what you might do sending excitement through him.

Today you weren't going to make him wait, mostly because you were so worked up already yourself. Usually, you'd tease him until he was begging and squirming, which admittedly didn't take all that long. But today you wanted to please him and then make him get you off afterwards, although you knew it wouldn't take anything to convince him. So before joining him on the bed you sauntered over to the closet, grabbing a box from the top shelf. Inside the box was every toy you and Seonghwa owned, save for some things like restraints and lingerie, neither of which were in your plans for the evening. Typically you'd just pick a toy and surprise him but you were feeling generous and wanted to let him choose.

"What do you want today, Hwa?" You asked, peeling the lid from the box and coming to sit beside him.

He looked at you wide eyed, surprised you were asking. "Whatever you want." He answered.

You set the box on the nightstand and touched his thigh gently. "I want you to choose, baby." You smiled, stroking his skin lightly. "Just pick what you want and set it on the bed." You turned your head away, wanting to be surprised.

You felt the bed shift a little underneath you and then heard him sifting through the box before he whispered out a meek "okay."

When you turned back to face him you were surprised to see three toys laid out next to him as opposed to one, which you were expecting. "Aren't we being a little greedy here?" You teased, taking note of the fact that they were all his and none were yours. "These are all for you, what about me?"

He was apologetic immediately. "I-I can put one back or swap one out-"

"Well, we're definitely not doing that." You nearly laughed, closing up the box and placing it on the floor before putting his chosen toys in it's place on the bedside table. "You chose these three things, we're gonna use all three. I guess you'll just have to work extra hard to get me off yourself then, huh?"

"I'll be good, I promise." He sat up, leaning into you, caressing your sides and kissing your shoulder. "Wanna make you cum." His fingers flitted back up to your chest, toying with your nipples once again as you sighed and turned to kiss him.

Before you knew it you were lying on your back, head pressed into the pillows with Seonghwa in between your legs, knuckle deep in your pussy. He had already made you cum once from just his fingers and was now determined to get you off again with his mouth. He loved how you writhed beneath him when he sucked on your clit and pulled at his hair when he curled his fingers inside you just right. You were a wet, sticky mess beneath him, gasping and moaning as your cunt clenched around him repeatedly.

There were few moments were Seonghwa got dominant but with his face pressed in between your thighs he leaned into it quite a bit more, which you never complained about. He'd edge you and overstimulate you until you switched roles again. You'd get this tone in your voice that let him know it was time to stop or give you what you want. And being the good boy that he was, he'd always listen.

"Fuuck." He groaned out, eyes darting upward to look at you, lips still attached to your leaking core. "Taste s'good." You couldn't find it in you to respond, at least not with words. Instead, gripping his hair tighter while grinding against him. While he played the dom part in this position, it was really you who was in control. He knew it, and loved it, wanting nothing more than to be controlled by you. "Fuck yes, baby, fuck my fingers." He was relentlessly pushing his digits in and out of you, an obscene squelching sound filling the air as he licked and sucked on your clit. He felt your walls clenching down on his fingers, watching your eyes roll back. "Gonna cum?"

"Mmm!" You whined, still unable to form a single coherent thought. The only thing on your mind the feeling of Seonghwa's long tongue dipping into your entrance with his fingers, your clit catching on his nose, your whole body seeming to light on fire at the sensation. Seonghwa loved it when you rode his face, wanted to be covered in your slick by the time you were done. You, of course, would grant his wish every time.

As you ground onto him with a tight hold on his hair he groaned lowly into you, the vibration of his voice sending you over the edge. Your body trembled and shook as you came undone, your legs snapping closed around your lover's head as he worked you through your high. As your body went slack he slowed his movements, massaging your thigh with his free hand and peppering kisses along your skin gently. He removed his fingers slowly, rubbing them through your soaked folds a few more times before you gave his hair a harsh tug. He got the message, retracting from your sensitive core completely and lifting his face to stare at you.

With your bare chest heaving, you looked down at him, and what a sight he was. His face glistened with your wetness, smeared across his nose and cheeks, dripped down his chin and with a wide smile and sparkling eyes he licked you off his lips. He sighed out, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, both his arms still hooked around you as he stroked your skin lovingly.

"I did good for you?" He asked.

"So good." You mused, sitting up a bit, your hand still tangled in his dark locks, you pulled him backward. He didn't resist, allowing you to do what you wanted. "Now it's your turn baby boy."

Seonghwa had grabbed three toys, a vibrating cock ring which you planned to put on him right away, and a butt plug and vibrator which you planned to tease him with until he was crying. You made him lie on his back first, sliding the cock ring onto his shaft and placing it just below the head, the vibrating part on the underside where you knew he liked it. He fisted the sheets while you stroked him lazily, not yet turning on the vibrations. His lips trembled as he watched you rub your palm over the head and pump him slowly, little gasps and groans escaping him.

"Feels good?" You questioned, although you already knew the answer.

"Fuck, feels so good." He answered.

"Ready for more?"

"Please." He nodded eagerly.

"Flip over, hands and knees."

He did as you said, switching positions to get on his hands and knees. He knew what was coming of course and his body shook with anticipation. You trailed your hands over his back, massaging him lightly, squeezing his shoulders and neck gently, raking your fingers through his hair. He still wore the shirt he'd come home in, it hung loosely around his shoulders as the hem brushed across the mattress. You let your hands travel down his sides and over his hips before squeezing his plump ass in both your hands, being sure to massage the flesh there too. As you did so he fell forward slightly, now supporting himself on his elbows as his breath quickened.

You grabbed a bottle of lube, dripping some in between his cheeks before coating your index and middle finger in the substance. You carefully rubbed your fingers over his hole, his breath hitching at the contact. You kept a slow pace, prodding your middle finger into his entrance just slightly before removing it to rub over him again. Simultaneously your free hand wandered over his soft skin, squeezing his cock and pinching his nipples, drawing out little whines from him. Any minute now he would start begging you to fill him and fuck him and let him cum. You sunk your middle finger into him completely and he groaned out into the sheets, his fists clenching at the feeling of you moving in and out of him slowly.

"Please, more." There it was. He lifted his head from the pillow it had been shoved into and peered back at you, his big brown eyes pleading as he whimpered for more. "Please, baby."

"Want another finger?" You asked.

"Yes, please." He nodded.

"Since you're being such a good boy."

You complied with his request, slotting your pointer finger in slowly next to your middle finger. He watched you still, mouth agape as you stretched him out, nearly drooling as you pumped you fingers a little faster. He groaned and closed his eyes, giving himself over to the pleasure and burying his face back in the pillows. Eventually your fingers moved quickly in and out of him, your other hand nonstop toying with his nipples. His body was shaking with every thrust of your fingers, moans and whimpers escaping him as you pinched and pulled at his sensitive buds which were now red from being played with. You purposely avoided touching his leaking cock all that much, wanting him as desperate as possible.

"P-please, fuck me." He whined into the pillow, his hips moving involuntarily with the motions of your hand. "Fuck, pleeease."

"You want your toy now, baby?" You slowed your movements, finally dropping your hand down from his chest to stroke at his cock, red and leaking all over the sheets.

"Yes, y-yes, want you to fuck me." He pleaded, voice shaking, taking on a high pitched tone. "P-please, please, I've been so good. Been a good boy. Wanna cum." He babbled on.

"You have been a good boy." You agreed, carefully removing your fingers from him. "My good boy." You grabbed his vibrator from the nightstand, lubing it up generously. It was certainly larger than your two fingers, but you knew he could take it. You rubbed the toy over his hole, prodding his entrance with the tip of it. "You're such a little slut, Seonghwa," He groaned. "Asking me to fuck you with three different toys. Begging me to fill you up."

"Yes, please, f-fill me, please." He was grinding his hips back onto the toy, desperate for it to enter him.

"You love it when I stretch you out? Fuck your tight little hole until you're crying?" You started to push the toy into him at an extremely slow pace.

"Please please please." He begged. "Please, more. Want m- unghh." He moaned as you turned on the vibrations, pushing it in further.

"I love it when you beg me, baby." You reached for his cock again, this time flicking on the cock ring. His whole body shuddered as you did so, causing the toy to slip in further and the most obscene sounds to fall from his lips. You began to slowly move the toy in and out of him, pushing it deeper with each thrust as you pumped his cock in unison. "Doing such a good job." You praised. "Taking it so well, Hwa. Does it feel good?"

"Yes!" He nearly shouted. "F-fuck, it feels so good. Love when you fuck me."

You continued like this for a little while, fucking him harder and faster but not yet letting the toy sink all the way in. You were honestly surprised he hadn't cum yet with the way he was mewling and gasping for air. At the very least you knew he must be close.

"D-deeper." He whimpered. "Need it deeper."

"Oh yeah? My baby boy wants the whole thing?" He nodded eagerly and whined when you gave him what he wanted. With the entire length of the vibrator sheathed inside him you released his cock from your hold and brought your fingers up to curl harshly into his hair. You pulled his face up from where it was in the pillow, his eyes wide as he looked back at you, face flushed, a bit of drool dribbling down his chin. You were no longer moving the toy in and out of him, instead just letting it sit inside him as it buzzed. Nearly every breath he exhaled was accompanied by a broken whimper, his mouth agape as he stared at you with all the admiration in the world. Without warning him you turned the vibrations up, hitting the button twice to put it at it's highest setting.

"Ah!" His breath hitched violently, the muscles in his back and arms tensing. His tanned skin now glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Please keep f-fucking me. Wanna cum. Let me cum please."

"Seonghwa, you can cum whenever you want, my prince."

"Mm-mm." He shook his head. "Don't wanna cum unless you- unless you're fucking me. Need you to fuck me." His voice trembled as he spoke and the way his fingers dug into the pillow told you he was holding back on purpose.

"Fuck, Seonghwa." You groaned at the sight of him, the throbbing in your pussy growing greater by the second. "Just need to have your ass fucked, huh?" You began to do as he asked, moving the toy in and out of him again, your other hand still gripping his hair. "Can't cum unless I play with your little ass? Fuck, look how good you're taking it." You released his hair, smacking his ass hard. He let out a high pitched strangled moan.

"Harder, please." He whined and you complied. Though you weren't sure if he meant fuck him harder or smack his ass harder, you opted to just do both. Going as fast and hard as your tired wrist would allow you to with the toy you slapped his cheeks a few more times, red marks beginning to form immediately. He was shaking now, a near constant stream of whimpers escaping his throat.

"Wanna cum?" You asked, obviously already knowing the answer.

"Yes, yes, yes." He cried.

"Play with your cock then." You demanded.

He did as you said, snaking a hand underneath his torso to stroke himself needily. "Ahhh, I'm g-gonna cum, gonna cum for you."

"Dirty boy. Gonna cum from getting your ass fucked?"

"Yes! Fuuuuck." He was pumping his cock quickly, hips stuttering as he tried to simultaneously fuck into his fist and move his ass back on the toy. "Right there, oh fuck, don't stop!"

"When you cum you're gonna catch it all in your hand, understood?"

"Mmmmf!" He nodded.

"That's my good boy."

With your praise he fell apart, his other hand coming down to catch his release as his entire body shook. His voice cracked as he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape as he rode out his high.

"Good fucking boy, cumming so much for me." You continued to praise him as he shot his load into his hand. "Make sure you don't drop any or you'll be in trouble."

Once the trembling in his his legs died down you removed the vibrator carefully, setting it aside before turning off his cock ring. Seonghwa stayed in his position, face down, ass up, chest heaving, tiny sounds still managing to be heard from him.

"On your back now." You helped him turn over, gazing at his fucked out face. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks flushed red and he glistened with sweat everywhere. "Use your cum as lube, I'm gonna ride you." You instructed, grabbing his butt plug off the nightstand. "And get this nice and wet for me." You presented it to him and he followed your directions, lubing himself up with his own release, gasping and whining at the feeling of overstimulating his softening cock. He then reached his hand out to rub it around the butt plug and without having to be asked shifted the cock ring to rest at the base of his shaft instead of the head. "You're being so good for me, baby." You cooed, rubbing the flesh of his thighs gently. "Now show me your little ass. You want it plugged up don't you?"

He nodded fervently. Hooking his hands behind his knees, not seeming to care one bit that one of them was fully covered in his arousal, he pulled them towards his chest, displaying himself for you just as you'd asked. His cock twitched against his stomach as he stared down at you In between his legs, rubbing the plug over his abused hole. He was fully hard again almost immediately, throwing his head back with his eyebrows threaded together as you pushed the plug past his rim. He squeaked when the plug settled fully in his asshole and you ran your hands along his legs, admiring him spread out before you.

"So pretty, Hwa." You complimented, pulling his legs back down onto the mattress and straddling him. "My gorgeous boy." You slotted your wet pussy right over his dick, grinding yourself over him, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands grabbed at your ass, encouraging you to continue to move. A bit of the cum that was still left on his hand now transferred to your skin but you didn't care, you'd both need a shower after this anyways. "This shirt looks so good on you, baby." You sat up a bit to trace his collarbones and shoulders through the sheer material before bringing your fingers down to his nipples, circling your thumbs over them gently. His breath caught in his throat, his body jumping slightly. "Awe, my baby's so sensitive." You pushed his shirt up, bending down to attach your mouth to one of his nipples, circling your tongue around it and nipping at it carefully with your teeth as you continued to pinch and pull at the other. This earned you a series of whines and his hands in your hair.

"Fuck. Please, wanna be inside you." He breathed.

"Oh yeah?" You pulled away from his chest and his own hands found their way to your breasts, giving you the same treatment he'd just received. You sighed out and closed your eyes. "Want you inside me too, Hwa."

You reached down and turned the vibrations back on his cock ring, causing him to jolt at the sensation. You pumped his hard cock a few times, sliding the tip through your folds and over your clit, both of you moaning. You lined him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his length, the cock ring coming in contact with your clit as he bottomed out. You planted your hands on his chest as he grabbed at your hips, looking up at you with stars in his eyes, eyebrows pinching, mouth agape.

"Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good." His fingers dug into your flesh as you began to move.

Before long you were riding him like your life depended on it, bouncing on his cock quickly. The sound of your wet skin slapping together filled the room, as did both of your obscene moans. You were close to cumming already, the feeling of his fat cock filling you over and over mixed with the vibrations of the cock ring hitting your clit every time you came down on him causing you immense pleasure. Seonghwa didn't look like he was going to last long either, his fucked out expression only worsening with time, tears forming in his eyes, a few escaping. His overly sensitive cock just taking what you gave him. Eventually you collapsed onto his chest, grinding your clit over the cock ring while kissing his neck fervently, nibbling at his earlobe, making sure to whine right in his ear.

"Fuck, you're gonna cum aren't you?" He asked, voice cracking, slapping your ass harshly as you nodded into his shoulder. "Fuck yes, baby, cum on my cock." He encouraged, smacking your ass again. "Gonna cum with you. Gonna fill up your pussy. Can I? Fill up your slutty little cunt?"

“Fuck yes, Seonghwa.” You gripped his hair, feeling the coil within you getting dangerously close to snapping with his words. “Be a good boy, cum inside me. Fuuuck, I love your cock.”

“Please! Please cum!” He shouted suddenly. “S’too much, I can’t.” He let the tears flow freely now, it appeared he had been holding them in. With his arms wrapped around your torso he held your body tightly to his, with his eyes squeezed shut and his little sobs falling right into your ear. “Please, need you to cum. Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t.”

You felt his fingers digging into your back, his body shaking beneath you as he cried. You knew if he truly didn’t want to continue he’d use your safe word. Seonghwa took pleasure in the immense overstimulation and enjoyed crying for you because he knew you liked it when he did. “Yes, you c-can, Seonghwa. Doing so good, baby, just a little more- ohh shit.” You felt your orgasm approaching quickly, the heat in your core building. You wrapped your fingers around his neck, applying some pressure. “Cumming, Hwa, m’cumming! Fill up my pussy, baby.”

Didn’t have to tell him twice, he came immediately as your cunt clenched around him, both of your bodies shaking as you climaxed together. He let a loud, broken sob as he released deep into you. You both rode out your orgasms, panting and whining, Seonghwa still crying. After a minute, both your highs died down and you lied on top of him, sticky skin sticking to his as you released your heavy grip on his throat. He tapped at your back quickly.

“P-please, t-turn it off.” You had almost forgotten about the cock ring buzzing around his length. He sniffled as he spoke, his voice sounding pained. “Please! Turn if off, t-turn it off!”

You almost didn’t, considering keeping it on and fucking him again. But with the way he was crying and shaking you thought he might not be able to handle anymore. So you complied with his request, sitting up just enough to reach in between your sweat covered bodies and turn off the toy.

“There you go, baby.” You cooed, petting his face sweetly. He let out a sigh of relief, a jumble of quiet and tired “thank you’s” falling from his swollen lips. His head slumped to the side as his body calmed down a bit. “My prince looks so pretty when he cries.”

You kissed his jaw gently, swiping some of his tears away. You stayed like that for a little while longer, his cock softening inside you as you continued to stroke his skin softly and pepper him with gentle kisses. You couldn’t bring yourself to part from him yet, wanting to be connected to him forever. His breathing eventually slowed, his crying nearly subsided and he began to run his own fingers along your back. You felt his cum dripping out of you, spilling out down the sides of his shaft. You reached your hand in between your bodies once again, this time to collect some of the sticky substance that was dribbling out of you. You swiped your fingers around his dick and through your folds before bringing them up to his face.

“Open up.” You said softly. “Look at me.”

He obeyed. Opening his mouth and jutting his tongue out slightly while simultaneously opening his watery eyes to look at you. You slid your three fingers along his tongue and he closed his lips around them as you pushed them back into his mouth.

“Mmm.” He groaned around your digits.

“That’s my good boy.” You praised. “Do you taste good?”

He nodded and continued sucking on your fingers, swirling his tongue around them and swallowing down the mixture of both your juices. When you removed your fingers he opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out to show you he had swallowed it all. When he closed his mouth he puckered his lips cutely, silently asking you for a kiss. You obliged, pressing your lips sweetly onto his, parting his lips with your tongue. The salty taste of his own cum lingered and you could faintly taste it as you lazily made out. Before long you could feel him hardening inside you once again.

“Getting hard again, Hwa.” You whispered into his ear, placing chaste kisses along his jaw.

“Can’t help it.” He said quietly. “Pussy’s so warm around me.”

“You wanna go again?” You asked, very gently rocking your hips once. He immediately dug his fingers into your side, holding your firmly in place and shaking his head.

“No, can’t.” He almost sounded like he was going to cry again. “Please, can’t go again.”

“Shh, okay, it’s okay.” You pet his hair and carefully lifted yourself off of him. “No more tonight, baby, you did so good for me.” You continued talking to him as you sat beside him and reached down to remove the cock ring, trying your best to distract him from the feeling. “You wanna take a bath?” You began to pull the ring up his shaft slowly and his hands fisted into the sheets. He nodded, squeezing his eyes closed. “Okay, good. We’ll get you all cleaned up.” You wiggled the ring over the head of his cock, which was now bright red and overly sensitive. He sucked in sharply, a tiny squeak leaving the back of his throat as you the ring brushed over his sensitive tip. “Good job, honey.” You set the cock ring to the side and rubbed his arms lovingly. “You okay?”

He released the sheets from his tight grip and placed both his hands on your thighs, a tired smile spreading across his lips as he stared up at you. “I’m okay, my love. You take such good care of me.”

You placed a hand on his cheek and he nuzzled his face into your palm, giving you a kiss there. “Let’s get you into that bath then.” You leant down and kissed him. “Wanna cuddle.”

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dr-sunshinereid · 12 days ago

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a cookie tester

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n); fluff

Between Christmas lights and stolen cookies, Spencer surprises you with a gift that perfectly fits your dynamic. Word count: 1,1k

a/n: hi. Firstly, English is not my first language, be aware. Second, this is my first fanfic in years and first written in English. I wish I could've done more with it but if I would keep it in my notebook a minute longer it would have never been posted.

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The place was aglow.

The Christmas lights twisted around the curtain rod cast a warm, flickering glow across the living room, while the small Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner turned the whole room amber and red. Its ornaments blink softly, catching the light, and a delicate garland that you and Spencer spent the entire Saturday hanging, draped over the shelves, added an extra touch.

The flat was filled with the sweet, comforting scent of freshly baked goods. The kitchen island was piled high, boxes full of treats for the annual BAU Christmas. With Spencer catching up on paperwork at the office, you had an empty kitchen to work in. No one is stealing cookies fresh from the tray. No one stealing muffins behind your back, no lectures on how important it is to measure ingredients very precisely, and no curdled cream because someone started explaining why the metric system is always more accurate. Even if it was blissful, it was lonely without his ramblings. Just you and the music.

You hummed along to the Christmas music playing softly in the background, squeezing cream onto the tops of muffins. When Sabrina’s voice filled the room, you couldn’t resist.

“Why don't you just come over? You've been acting so cold. You were mid-spin when cold fingers brushed the skin on your waist. “So cold!” you yelled, your voice breaking as you nearly dropped the piping bag. Turning around, you found Spencer standing behind you with a smile tugging at his lips. “Spencer!” You gently pushed away his cold fingers, but he pulled you closer. “I haven't heard you coming in.”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” he said, but his tone suggested he wasn't. “Hi.” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before you could push him away.

“Hi,” you said, returning the kiss before turning back to the counter. “I was just about to finish up. Ten minutes, and I’ll reheat dinner.”

You focused back on the cupcakes and out of the corner of your eye you saw Spencer putting his satchel on the chair, standing and looking around the work surface. “I can do it,” he offered. And before you could've said something, he was already moving around the kitchen, trying not to disturb you. You paused, glancing over your shoulder at him. It wasn’t the first time he’d stepped in, but it still warmed you every time.

As you returned to the muffins, the sound of Spencer rummaging through the fridge and muttering to himself brought a smile to your face. Soon after, he was back at your side, his fingers dipped into the bowl of cream, stealing a generous scoop. You gave him an angry look. “What?” he said innocently, licking the cream off his finger. “I’m taste-testing.”

“You’re stealing.”

“Stealing implies I didn’t have permission,” he countered, grinning as he leaned on the counter beside you. “Are those shortbread cookies? With jelly?” He reached for a still warm cookie, when you pointed at him with a frosted-covered spatula. “Yes, but don’t even think about stealing one,” you warned.

“But they are my favorite,” he pouted and said it with that soft voice that always melted your resolve.

“Oh, believe me, we all know,” you joke, giving him a knowing look, and softly patting his belly. His brows furrowed for a moment as if processing your words.

You cannot act like you don’t notice the way his shirts hug him more tightly, the way his face had filled out just enough to soften his cheekbones. Living with you had done him good, and it showed. Not that you minded, of course. “But don't worry, I've baked extra because I knew someone would steal like a half of them before the party.”

“I am not a thief,” he protested. “I am your cookie tester.” You snorted softly, focusing on the last muffin.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught him moving quickly, swiping a couple of cookies from the tray and eating a few before you could react. “Spencer!” you exclaimed, looking back at him. “They can still be hot!”

He froze mid-chew, swallowing hastily. “Eating cake while it's still hot isn't generally bad for your health,” he said, reminding you of your last discussion while taking another bite. “Yes, some people might experience some digestive discomfort, but I am not one of them. And these are cookies, not cake.”

You blinked at him, torn between annoyance and laughter. “But as cookies cool, their flavors blend, it allows the sugars and fats to solidify, making each bite more delicious,” you countered. “Also, you could've just burned your mouth on the hot jelly. Ever think about that, Dr. Reid?”

Swallowing his stolen cookie with a guilty smile, Spencer tilted his head and raised a finger, wanting to add more “Touché. But if I may counter…”

“You may not,” you said, throwing the pastry bag into the sink next to him and turning off the stove . You smiled, and he laughed at your reply.

The sound of plates being put down, and Christmas music, filled the comfortable silence until Spencer’s voice broke it again. “Actually, I have something to add.” He handed you the empty pot and walked away to grab something from his satchel.

“So, I may have… got you something,” he said, setting a box on the counter. You turned around, drying your hand.

“Are you trying to bribe me to overlook your cookie theft?” you teased, crossing your arms but unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Not bribery,” he corrected. “Bribery in most contexts has a negative connotation. It’s unethical, even illegal. But if you think about it in a non-monetary sense, like, say, gifting, then it’s technically just persuasion. And persuasion isn’t always bad; sometimes, it’s even thematically appropriate,” he said, his words tumbling out in one breath.

“Thematic?”

“Just open it,” he said, his voice softening, excitement flickering in his eyes.

Curiosity getting the better of you, carefully, you lifted the lid, and your face immediately lit up. Inside was a soft sweatshirt, embroidered with the words Christmas Cookie Baker. You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart swelling at the thoughtfulness of the gift. "Oh, Spencer," you murmured, wiping your fingers over your shirt before brushing over the letters.

"But wait, there’s more," he added quickly. He raised the one you were looking at to reveal another that read Christmas Cookie Tester. He looked at you and his eyes sparkled with pride.

"You’re unbelievable, this is adorable."

He shrugged, a shy grin spreading across his face. "Garcia showed it to me one day and I thought you might like it. But if it’s too cheesy... "

"Cheesy?" Shaking your head, you held the sweatshirt up to your chest, feeling warmth bloom in your heart. "This is perfect."

He grinned, smiling proudly. "Totally fits our dynamic. You bake; I test. It’s a flawless system."

"Absolutely," you said, nodding. You reached up and placed a hand on his cheek before kissing him. "I love it," you said softly, and you meant it.

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trying-not-horny-on-main · 3 months ago

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Eldritch Creature Smut

Summary: You awaken an eldritch creature who makes a point of showing you just how powerful its shadowy tentacles and tendrils are.

Tags: M4f, non con, shadowy tentacles, eldritch creature, fingering, penetration.

If you're a minor please go away! Thanks :)

Hello? Oh, hello. You’re so small. Let me come down to size.

When am I?

Goodness. So much time has passed. This temple really has seen better days. Such short memories humans have. Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just having a look around to see how things have changed.

You don’t know who I am? Some would have called me a god. I am able to slip inside your mind, and depending who you ask, only gods should have that power.

Yes. It takes a little bit of focus, though. Come here.

I said, Come here.

There we are. Hmm. Oh, you’re afraid. Poor thing. Is this shape less frightening to you? Oh, and now you’re a little aroused. Be careful what you wish for, little one, or I might just have to show you my thanks for waking me up.

Don’t lie. I know what is going on in that head of yours right now. And I know what you’re feeling in that traitorous little cunt of yours. I can feel you responding. I haven’t even shown you my power yet, what I can do to the world, what I can do to you…

That’s right. I’m the big bad. I’m the biggest baddest monster. Don’t worry, though. You’re safe with me. Shh-shh-shh, don’t interrupt or I’ll make sure you never speak again.

Oh, yes, these are my eager shadows. The tentacles of blackness are mine to command as if they are part of me. I’m tired of your questions. Let me have a look at you. I’ll just grab your wrists and ankles and, oh, there, a perfect display. Imagine my luck that the little human to awaken me is enticing?

Don’t scream. That’s rude. Oh, thank goodness my shadows can gag you. Well, I’ll have to teach you some manners eventually.

Hah! Even if I couldn’t read minds, that blush gives you away. Here, let me answer a few questions. Gently. Gently. Gently. I’ll reach my tendrils up under your clothes. Do you feel that? Good. Good. Oh, I can tell how much you like the cool sensation on your breasts as my shadows explore. I’d love to have a look. Can I? Of course I can.

[Clothing ripping]

I love a good pair of breasts, don’t you? Let me see how your skin feels. In the mean time, I’ll send my shadows to explore your back, your thighs, your perfectly shaped ass. Mmm. Yes. That’s right. Even though you want to resist, you can’t. Nobody can really resist me.

Do you like this tongue? If not, I can change it. You seem to like it a lot, though. Inside you’re screaming, “No, no, no, I have to fight back!” all while another part of you is moaning and warming up. Here, let’s really get you to let go so we can silence that turmoil. I hope you’re not too fond of these pants because my shadows will make short work of them.

You look so lovely wreathed in my shadows. Oh, I adore the squirms and fighting as they tease your breasts, still. Are you scared of heights? Can I lift you higher or should I kneel?

Kneel? Alright. I have only ever knelt for speculator pussy, so it seems fitting that I kneel to yours for waking me up. Let’s see what we’re working with.

Hah! So wet, too. Will you keep fighting as I itch you to orgasm? Will you keep fighting as your body comes for me over and over? See how slick you are and how easy it is to slide a finger into you? I bet you moan when I press my mouth to your clit.

See? What a moan, too, mouth stuffed full of tendrils. Can you do a repeat performance?

How do you feel about another finger? Oh, you feel good. What a lovely little mind to explore. I adore this defiance as you try not to succumb and yet everything I do just feels so damn good, doesn’t it? Doesn’t it? Oh, yes, as I grip you, hold you tight, leave adoring tentacles in my wake all over your body, and explore this little cunt.

Did you just think, “The cunt that caused the end of the world”? You’re not wrong. Just think, though, the longer this body of yours keeps me busy, the longer the world will endure. You’re not going to last, though. No. No, you enjoy having this control stripped away far too much. You enjoy my tentacles caressing you everywhere, gagging you, and squeezing you as I thrust my fingers inside of you.

I’m going to take the gag out. I want you to moan. Scream. When you come, I want you to scream and know that nobody is coming to stop me. Scream for me.

Oh, beautiful.

[kissing]

Beautiful.

[kissing]

Do you think you could take being fucked by me? Come on, one last ride. Up on my lap. No, I’m not going to free your hands, but you can move them together now.

Now, look down. See how hard you’ve made me? Look what you do to me. I’m the most powerful creature alive and this is all for you. Imagine that. Come on, there it is.

I knew you’d feel good. I knew it.

Shh, shh, shh, we’ll let you stretch. Go slowly. There, I can feel you relaxing physically and mentally. Maybe your little cunt just needed this cock.

Faster now, little one. There.

Look at how hard you’re trying. One orgasm and I’ve won you over. It's true, you can’t fight against me so you might as well go with it.

Don’t think that! Don’t you dare think that! There’s no escaping me, do you hear? Oh, stop being such a coward, I’m barely squeezing your throat. Fuck me like you mean it and never think about escape ever again!

Shh, shh, shh. It’s over now. We can fuck now. That’s all. Fuck me, cute little thing.

The panic in your eyes was weirdly sexy, did you know that? Makes me feel like maybe I”ll choke you again, wrap these shadows around your neck. Just a little. You’re fine. I’m sure you’re fine. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I let go of the choke so you can keep going. Keep going. Ride like your life depends on it. Bring me closer. Bring yourself near that edge.

Oh, look at those breasts. Spectacular bounce. I need them in my mouth.

Are you going to come for me? Are you going to scream again? Oh yes, give in again. I can feel so good. I can make you feel so good until the end of the world.

Thank you little one, thank you. I’m nearly there. I’m nearly there. Tell me you want me to finish. Tell me…

Ah, thank you. Thank you.

Take me to see the world.

Why would you need clothes? You’re mine, like a goddess now. Don’t be silly. They will bow. They will all bow to us.

#monster fucker #monster fuqqer #monster smut #monster tentacles #tentacles #eldritch creature smut #eldritch creature

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wutheringcaterpillar · 1 year ago

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William Killick struggles to speak after seeing his woman naked for the first time!

Thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy this small drabble!

warnings: none other than an awkward needy William, and some fluff🥰

William stared in desperate awe and shock when he walked into the bedroom, seeing you standing their nude, the bathrooom towel laying on the bench at the end of the bed.

You didn’t seem to hear him come in. He brushed at the back of his neck awkwardly, he didn’t want to startle you but he never knew his wife could look anymore beautiful than she already did so effortlessly. He had never seen a woman nude before, and the sight of you turned away from him, your back running down to where your ass curved over your thighs, water slowly dripping off of your nearly dried skin had him almost gasping for air while he was working up the courage to speak.

Turning around flipping your hair, you were met with the longing, protruding gaze of your husband whom was to be sent away in a few days as he had been posted.

You’d never felt more vulnerable, yet so easily consumed by the sight of him and his eyes inching down your nude body.

“I um- I seem to have forgotten my watch.”

Walking slowly toward him your eyes never left his. He could feel his cock begin to throb in his pants at the sight of your rounded breasts, and the way your nipples were hardened by the cold breeze flowing in through the cracked window.

You took his hands in yours, placing them over your breasts that fit ever so perfectly in his hands, he couldn’t stop himself from massaging them slowly and gracefully.

“Don’t feel so out of touch love. Do they feel good?” His eyes fluttered shut and he gulped down his nervousness, attempting to hold back from groaning. “Yes they feel quite wonderful.”

Your hand rested beneath his chin, eyeing your husband seductively.

“Look at me William. I mean really look at me.” Your hushed tone that always seemed so gentle he couldn’t resist and he complied with you, revealing his baby blues that looked as if they wanted to devour you.

William was always a very polite and respectful man and you knew he hadn’t intended to walk in on you nude, yet seeing him so dazed with that animalistic stare was beginning to arouse you immensely.

“We don’t have long until we’re a part you know.” He nodded in response, his hands still feeling stiff around your breasts as if he was scared to move them anywhere else.

He couldn’t help but take enjoyment out of the squishy feeling of your boobs, his fingers twiddling with your nipples that he wanted so desperately to suck.

He stepped back, admiring the way your hips curved gently, the way your skin looked so enamoring, and how your pussy glowed in the dim-lit room looking like a well heated spot he wanted to rest his head upon and dive into your succulency, searching every inch of the divine beauty of the woman he so desperately cherished.

“I’m almost to stunned to speak my love. I- I never knew you looked so lovely and ravishing underneath your clothes.” You raised an eyebrow, causing him become bashful and stuttering.

“Not- Not that I didn’t think you weren’t perfect with clothes on I just- I- I apologize I’m really bad at this…” William wanted to go hide in his innocence and shyness yet he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you.

Your pressed your chest against his, moving one of his hands down until it was resting over your inviting and soaking pussy that felt too good to be true in his hand.

Leaning forward, your lips softly pressed near his earlobe before you began to whisper sweet nothings to the man you loved.

“Take me William, please. I want my husband to make love to me before he’s away serving our country.” When he felt your hands brushing off his jacket, and sliding down cupping his growing bulge that was all he needed to hear before picking you up underneath your thighs and carrying you to the same mattress that you’d fall asleep together in every night.

#william killick #william killick x reader #William killick drabble #William killick imagine #Reader insert #ranaewrites #The edge of love #the edge of love imagine

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vivalas-vega · 7 months ago

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longshot / part one / bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

heyooo! new fic alert - with bradley !!! i'm not sure i even want to call this part one as it's more of an intro but here we are. super excited to finally be writing for mr. bradshaw, and even more excited to be revisiting this idea from back when this was exclusively a star wars blog and my writing was ass compared to now (professor poe dameron, anyone?) anyways, i wanted to get this out to get some feedback -- as always please please please let me know what you think !!!

longshot / part one / bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader (nickname dove!)

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word count: 1.4k

warnings: mention of parental death -- general warnings going forward: typical 18+ content (drinking, swearing, smut, the works), me not knowing anything about college - this is my ideal world where everything works how I want it to not how it probably is :) (prob should mention this is not an au)

You relaxed as you stood in the aisle of the dimly-lit bookstore, taking in a deep breath of that new book smell and coffee from the in-house cafe, a smell so recognizable you almost felt the urge to cry as you reminisced. Your fingers nimbly opened a book, eyes scanning the description hidden within but you weren’t really absorbing the words so you closed it with a soft thud and slid it back onto the shelf. You continued to make your way through the store, thoughts as scattered as your approach to book shopping tonight but that was because you weren’t really shopping at all.

You weren’t even entirely sure why you’d come in, the comfort of your old college hangout called out to offer solace on your drive home and you couldn’t resist. You felt like the walls were caving in and to be standing in such a meaningful place, looking the same as it ever did, wrapped you in a sense of security. Your guard was beginning to drop for what felt like the first time in years and it was in that exact moment that you bumped into a familiar stranger, their voice raising the hairs on the back of your neck and flooding you with memories of a different time.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, let me help you…”

“Shit, my bad. Let me get that,” the handsome stranger that had just walked straight into you quickly knelt to pick up the books you’d both dropped. You felt your cheeks flush as you suddenly felt embarrassed, your wits already weren’t about you this morning and here you were colliding into the solid man currently gathering up your belongings in a perfectly fitted button up with a mustache that shouldn’t have worked and beautiful brown eyes.

“That’s alright, everyone needs a little jolt to keep them awake in the mornings,” you replied easily. You wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t checking him out, and it only made you flush further as he handed you your things, “Professor Bradshaw?” you asked, gesturing to the ID badge pinned to his pants and he nodded. “Weird coincidence, I was actually on my way to introduce myself to you,” you said before giving him your name, trying to put your earlier thoughts out of your head as his warm hand wrapped around yours to shake.

“Ah, yes… you applied to be my teaching assistant,” he said and you nodded.

“Figured it would be harder to tell me no if I came to pitch myself in person,” you chuckled.

“I take it you haven’t checked your email yet this morning?” he asked and you gave him a confused look. “Save the elevator pitch, I was inviting you to coffee to get to know you better and go over expectations.”

“Expectations? Does that mean I got it?” you asked, excitement palpable. “I thought you only accepted students who had taken your class before?”

“Decided to make an exception for you,” he replied with an easy smile. “Does three work for you? Here?”

You nodded, “absolutely, I’ll see you then. I promise you won’t regret this, Professor Bradshaw.”

“Please, call me Bradley.”

“Professor Bradshaw,” you said with a smirk as he looked up at you, and he quickly fumbled with the books before standing to give you a proper once over.

“Professor,” he sighed, “you know I hate that.”

“I know,” you responded. “Nice to see that this is still your go-to spot.”

“Old habits die hard,” he chuckled, “are you back home because of your parents?” he asked and you nodded, and you didn’t miss the solemn expression that passed over his features before he quickly corrected it. “I’m so sorry, Dove.”

You smiled softly, “haven’t heard that name in a while,” you replied, dodging past his condolences entirely.

“Sometimes I forget it’s not actually your name,” he chuckled. “Half expect the banner at the bottom of the screen to say Dove and I’m always shocked when it doesn’t.”

“You’ve been watching?” you asked, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Of course I have,” he replied as if it would have been absurd for him not to. You lapsed into comfortable silence as the two of you drank each other in, noting what had changed and what had stayed the same… you had to keep from squinting at him because he looked the same as he did four years ago, maybe the lines around his eyes were a little deeper when he smiled but it was the only indication that any time had passed at all.

You were taller, which he couldn’t reconcile until he glanced down and saw the stilettos on your feet, sharp and black and perfectly matching the black suit vest and jeans you wore. Your style was the same, classic and a little academic with an edge, only now it seemed more elevated, you seemed more elevated.

“How long have you been in town?” he finally asked.

“Only a few days,” you answered, “feel like my head is spinning with how unchanged everything is… and this certainly isn’t helping my deja vu,” you chuckled.

“If I remember correctly this is right about the same spot you ran into me all those years ago,” he said, looking around and you gave him an incredulous look.

“Me? It was you who ran into me, just like you did a few minutes ago,” you said through a laugh and he shrugged.

“He said she said,” he replied as you shook your head. “Well, how long are you here for?”

“Indefinitely, I’m afraid,” you said and he gave you a confused look. “Dealing with typical dead parents stuff, turns out there’s a lot more to it than one would think.”

He nodded in understanding, “yeah, no one prepares you for all the paperwork.”

“That and they were too busy to keep up on the house… I always knew it needed some love but I’ve got a contractor telling me it basically needs a top to bottom renovation,” you sighed. “But hey, it’s a nice distraction from Capitol Hill.”

“You’re not rushing to get back?”

“God no, if I even go back at all,” you said with a soft laugh and now he was really surprised. “Oh,” you said, suddenly a little self conscious about how much you’d already said in this bookstore aisle, “I’m keeping you.”

He shook his head, “you’re not. It’s not everyday I run into my favorite student,” he said and you couldn’t help but flush.

“Still? Guess I set the bar too high,” you teased and he nodded.

“If only you knew,” he chuckled. “I would love to see you again though, actually catch up if you have any free time?”

You smiled as you fished your phone out of your bag, “I would love that,” you said as you exchanged phones to input your numbers.

“I’ll text you,” he said and you were about to part ways but you were unsure of how to do so… you didn’t want to simply walk away, but you didn’t know if a handshake were too formal or a hug too personal, but he made the decision for you, already seeing the gears turning in your head as he opened his arms subtly and you softly laughed as you stepped in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “It really is good to see you, Dove.”

“You too, Rooster,” you replied and he gave you a squeeze before letting you go as he laughed.

“Still regret telling you that.”

“What? You can use my callsign but I can’t use yours?” you asked with a smirk as you started walking backwards away from him.

“You don’t have a callsign!”

“Then what’s Dove?” you retorted and he didn’t have an answer, and so you gave him a soft nod as you turned for the register, and as you checked out you were unable to keep the smile off your face. Everything about returning home had been jarring, but not this… not him. Your favorite professor, your mentor, maybe even your friend towards the end of your working relationship. Your mind had been reeling as you tried to piece together what life would be like now with your career up in the air and your parents gone, and for the first time in weeks you felt like maybe this trip home wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

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is-emily-real · 1 year ago

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In Love With The Boy

Richard couldn't care less that his son was gay. Quite the opposite, actually. He’d had his fair share of dalliances in his day, and he was glad Steve got to be open about that part of himself.

No, Richard Harrington had a problem with who his son chose to date.

“I don’t like this,” he said as he leaned against the doorway.

Helen touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror. “Like what?”

“This whole situation with the Munson boy.”

She fixed him with a glare. “Now, you swore to me that you’d love our son no matter what.” Even after all this time, she couldn’t drop her drawl when she was ticked off.

“No no, it’s not that. I just don’t think Eddie’s a good idea for Steve.”

“Oh. Well, can’t help love, I suppose.”

“I’ve heard some rumors about him from Darlene.”

“Baby, Darlene’s older than Moses. You ain’t gotta listen to her.”

“I do if I don’t want my coffee poisoned. That woman’s mean.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Eddie’s perfectly fine. Steve’s happier than he has been since he and Nancy broke up, and we are not going to ruin that for him.”

He put his hands up. “Alright, but I’m allowed to not like him. Father’s intuition.”

“What was it my daddy said the day we got married?”

“When he told my great-aunt I was dumber than a box of rocks or when he called me a no-good papist bastard in front of the priest?”

“Exactly. And it’s been twenty-three years since then. But,” she sighed, “if it makes you feel better, we can come home a bit early tonight, and I’ll talk to him before he leaves.”

He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Thank you. If we hurry, we can get seats by Alan and Brenda.”

Helen flashed that beautiful smile that’d caught his heart so long ago. “No, sir. You and Alan are trouble together.”

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It was a lazy date, but one Steve wouldn’t give up for the world. He and Eddie were curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background that he didn’t give a damn about. Instead, he was distracted by the feeling of the man in his arms.

These moments were so different from how Eddie portrayed himself. Out in the world, he was larger than life, eccentric, untouchable. But here, under the blankets, he shared his softest smiles, undid him with the lightest touches. He told Steve stories he’s never told before, shared the little details of his experiences and questioned the meaning of the universe. He drew the same from Steve, until there was nothing in his life that he would hide from these intimate moments.

He traced the scars along Eddie’s sides. If Robin was his other half, Eddie was his compliment, fitting around his curves and edges just so. They moved with each other in intricate patterns, calming and encouraging in turn, bringing out the best and tempering the worst. He adored Eddie and felt adored.

No one had ever made him feel that way before.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked.

He hummed, pressing a kiss behind his ear.

“Where do you see us in the future?”

“Wherever. As long as you’re there, I’m happy.”

“Really? Anywhere?”

“I’d follow you to the moon if you asked.”

Eddie smiled. “I followed you into hell, so it’s only fitting.”

Steve laughed. “Of course.” He took a beat to consider it and continued, “I mean, we can get a little house somewhere and have a couple pets, babysit for the neighbors, grow a little garden. I’d like that.”

“I would too.” He flipped over so their chests pressed together, faces mere inches from each other. Eddie had a mischievous grin on his lips. “I get to pick at least one fight with someone on our street.”

“What for?”

“Blood feuds are the staple of suburbia, sweetheart. How am I to be properly domesticated if I can’t have that basic right?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine, but if it comes to blows, I’m not bailing you out.”

“What if they really deserve it? Not even then?” He pouted, giving him those puppy dog eyes he couldn’t resist.

“You’re a menace.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Yes, but I’m your menace.”

Steve pulled him close, basking in Eddie’s smile as he kissed him soft and slow. A few years ago, he wouldn’t have imagined that he’d be here with the whole world in his hands, content to let the hours pass by as they clung to one another.

He was safe. He was home.

Eddie drew back, fondness in his eyes as he posed the next question. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

His heart soared. “You mean…”

“Marry me, as soon as we can. Even if we have to run away.” Eddie slipped off the silver skull ring he always toyed with and held it out. “I’ll save up for wedding bands, I swear.”

He almost couldn’t get the words out, the way his heart pounded. “God, yes,” he whispered. The warm metal was snug on his finger, and then, then he was being kissed like the Earth was on the verge of collapse.

They held each other tight, joy and need spinning into something desperate that kept their lips moving against each other, hands tangled in clothes as they let gravity overtake them. Steve felt it snare around his heart, hook them together in a way he’d never protest.

He never had to let Eddie go again.

The crunch of tires in the driveway cut through his bliss. “Shit!” Eddie squeaked. “You didn’t say they’d be home early!”

“Maybe it’s just someone turning around.” The car came to a stop and cut off. “Son of a bitch.”

They sprang apart, rushing to make themselves presentable. His mother’s heels clicked up the steps.

Eddie’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He grabbed his wrist. “Hey. I love you, okay?”

One short nod. “I love you.”

The key rattled in the lock. He took a breath, composing his face into casual coolness before the door opened.

“Boys!” his mom called, wrapping him in a hug.

“Hey,” he replied, “how was tonight?”

“Oh, it was fine. I’m just a bit tired today, so we figured we oughtta come on home.” She frowned. “We did miss dessert, though. I think I’ll have a slice of pie before bed. Come have some, Eddie.”

She had him by the arm before he could protest. He threw a panicked glance over his shoulder, but Richard’s grip on Steve’s arm stopped any interference. “Steve told me you’ve got family in Tennessee. What part?”

“Just outside Savannah, ma’am.”

“You don’t want to get involved in that.” Richard let him go. “Let’s talk in my office.”

Steve felt like he was going to puke. He followed his dad down the hall, carefully sitting in the armchair across the desk.

Richard fell into the desk chair with a sigh. “You and him are seeing each other, correct?”

Cold sweat dripped down his spine. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “Yes.”

His dad pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why couldn’t it have been a good one like Tommy?”

Steve wasn’t normally this slow on the uptake, but it took a few moments for the dots to connect in his mind. “What?”

“You understand that you being with a man is going to make things harder for you, right?” He nodded. “And him having murder accusations worsens it.”

“Obviously false accusations.”

His dad smiled wryly. “Not the way a lot of people in town see it. And your mom went over those NDAs with a fine tooth comb. They’re watertight.”

“Hold on, are you mad that I’m in love with a guy, or are you mad that the guy is Eddie?”

“The latter, and I’m not mad, just disappointed.” He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk. “I’m not losing my only son because of who you fell in love with.”

The confusion must have been apparent, because he continued. “Your mother and I love you, and nothing’s going to change that. We just want to make sure you’re safe and he’s treating you right.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, um, yeah. Sorry, this… this is not how I expected this to go.”

“You know how to be a gentleman, and you shouldn’t tolerate any less from him.”

“He’s been perfectly sweet. Why— Why are you not freaking out about this?”

Richard gave him a look. “Have you ever really thought about how we call Terry your uncle even though he’s just Mark’s roommate and we’re not really related?”

“Well, yeah, they’ve lived together for fifteen… Oh.” The final piece clicked into place.

“Yep. Kinda saw it coming, to be honest. You’re a bit vain for your own good.” He shrugged. “You boys are being safe, right?”

“Dad!”

“And not just with the sex stuff. You can handle yourselves in a fight?”

Steve, despite never having won any fight against a human person, nodded.

“Good.” He stood and walked around the desk to wrap Steve in a brief hug. “You’re my son, and you’ll always be welcome here.” Just as briskly, he let go.

“Thanks,” Steve winced at the sound of his voice cracking.

Helen’s voice rang out warmly. “Good night, Eddie! Drive safe!”

He took that as his cue to step out. In the hall, he found Eddie, face pale and eyes wide as they flicked back and forth from his parents’ bedroom and the plate in his hands.

Eddie turned to face him with a haunted look. “I’m scared of your mom.”

Richard clapped him on the back. “We all are, son. You boys don’t stay up too late.” With that he walked down the hall, shaking his head. Eddie was smarter than he looked. Maybe it’d be good for Steve to keep him around.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #isemilyreal on ao3 #they're stupid your honor

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evolutiononthebrain · 2 years ago

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the eyes thing (it’s hot, right?)

It’s odd Tango even notices; to be honest, he doesn’t pay much attention to Grian’s eyes. He knows the basics of Grian’s eyes - so dark they’re almost black, but sometimes in the right lighting they look uncomfortably bright and purple, for some reason.

But Tango himself has bright, fiery red eyes that Jimmy has said look like they have flames dancing in them, so who is he to judge?

And like he said, he doesn’t pay much attention to Grian’s eyes, anyway. But he’s bored, aimlessly looking around trying to find something to catch his attention. And Grian is the first thing to capture it.

He’s sitting on the branch of a tree; it seems that you can take the wings off the avian, but you couldn’t quite get rid of the instincts. He’d climbed it about an hour ago, and now that Tango was really paying attention, it looked like he’d become a statue.

He hadn’t moved in the hour Tango had been lazing around his base. Tango followed his line of sight, which looked to be the only thing that wasn’t frozen still. His eyes jumped every so often, flicking from left to center to left and then all the way to the right.

Glancing about to see what Grian could be so lazer-focused on, Tango quickly came to the, in retrospect, rather obvious realization that Grian had been staring at Scar. The man, dressed in a zookeeper’s finest, was tending to the Jellies, feeding them bamboo and affectionately rubbing their bellies.

It would’ve made for a, sickeningly, sweet and relatively domestic scene. A man watching his lover tend to his pets, in a general sense a rather cute picture to imagine. But the closer Tango inspected, the more he saw the flaws of the photo.

Grian was staring, watching, yes… But he never turned his head, didn’t twitch a muscle. His mouth wasn’t in a sweet, fond grin, it was a flat, straight line that didn’t portray a hint of emotion. He wasn’t comfortably leaned up against a wall, or the tree, with his arms crossed and eyes half-lidded to avoid burning them in the sun; he was perched like a stone gargoyle on a branch, dark eyes open wide and watching, never once blinking.

The more Tango noticed, the more uncomfortable he became. He cleared his throat, unintentionally interrupting Scar’s adoring cooing to his Jellies. Scar looked up, but Grian didn’t even flinch. If his eyes weren’t moving so perfectly to follow Scar’s every movement, Tango could’ve maybe been convinced he was just asleep.

“You alright, Tango?”

Tango hesitantly looked over at Scar, nodding. “Yeah, I’m good. Think I’m gonna head out, though.” He said, slowly moving up from his spot relaxing in the grass, against the wall of the Jellie enclosure.

“Oh!” Scar said, nodding, “Sure, let me walk you out.” He put away the bamboo, that he still somehow had more of, into his inventory and dusted off his clothes.

He turned to Grian, still unflinchingly watching from the tree. “I’ll be right back, Gri.” Scar said loudly, though it was unlikely Grian wouldn’t have heard, only being a few feet away.

But Scar didn’t turn around. Not for an entire minute, until Grian slowly seemed to wake up from whatever trance he’d been in. “…okay.” He said haltingly, blinking slowly.

With a satisfied nod, Scar finally turned around and started walking toward Tango. Tango quickly let himself be taken through the gate of the Jellie enclosure and to the edge of their plot of land.

He paused, unable to help himself. “Did you see what Grian was doing back there?” Tango asked, “Staring at you? He wasn’t even blinking.” He said. He resisted the urge to shudder; it probably wasn’t polite to shiver with fear about your friend’s, probably harmless, soulmate.

Scar hummed, nodding. A small grin overtook his face. “I know,” He said, almost dreamy, “It’s so hot. He watches me like a hawk.” Scar said.

It’s a fitting analogy, although Tango is certain Scar is thinking that the idea of a hawk stalking its prey before hunting and killing it is a lot sexier than Tango is. He nodded slowly, “Sure, man.” He said, blinking, dumbfounded, at the man before him.

“Well, have a safe trip home, Tango!” Scar said, waving a bit as he rushes back to the safety of their cake-looking base and the Jellie enclosure, back to the watchful, stalking gaze of his owl-hawk soulmate.

Trying to remind himself that he shouldn’t be surprised by Grian’s behavior, or Scar’s… less than normal reaction, Tango started walking back home to his ranch, to see his perfectly normal rancher.

//i genuinely might write a full-fledged fanfic about this idea cuz i think its So interesting and i love the implications (+ Listener! Jimmy with this idea?? UGH!! i love it!)

also i have my own watcher & listener headcanons and ‘lore’ so if ur confused about smth just lmk and i’ll try to clear things up!//

#mcyt #double life #double life smp #soulmates #team rancher #desert duo #scarian #watcher grian #listener jimmy #even tho hes only mentioned in my a/n #evo smp #watchers #my own watcher lore

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xcherrypie · 1 year ago

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Shes Electric

Summary: You and Sam get invited to a wedding and all that’s on his mind you.

Words : 0.8k

You take a sip of your wine and smile to yourself when you look over to the bar and see Sam with his arms draped around your two brothers. If there is one thing you love about Sam it’s how much he enjoys spending time with not only you, but the people you love too, so when you got invited to your cousins wedding, of course you couldn’t wait for the occasion.

“Oh, your a good egg” your mum chuckled as Sam walks over, placing a new bottle of bubbly down in-front of her. “I know y/m/n, isn’t y/n lucky ay” Sam replied jokingly, winking at you, laughing as he sat down in the empty chair beside you. You rolled your eyes at his cheeky tone and kissed him on the cheek, thankful for his return.

The lights go dim as the DJ on dance floor announces the newly weds first dance. Sam’s hand finds it’s way to the small of your back, making circles as you both watch your cousin and her husband slow dance and half of the room is in tears of how beautiful it was, including your mum of course. As the lights lifted your mum dried her eyes and looked over to both of you “God, imagine what I’ll be like when it’s your two’s turn.” You and Sam both chuckled.

After a couple more songs and safe to say a few more pints, you and Sam have a bit more Dutch courage in you. Your aunt pulls you from your chair when she hears “Murder on the Dancefloor” start blasting from the speakers, knowing that it would never fail to get you up dancing. Sam heads himself up to the bar, watching in awe, admiring you and how good you looked in your dress, the forest green fabric hugging your figure perfectly, however you could be wearing a bin bag and Sam would still be drooling over you.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Your cousin approached Sam, opening her arms for a hug. Sam returns the hug, deciding not to tell your cousin that what’s really on his mind is getting you back to that hotel room to show you really how beautiful he thinks you are. “It looks amazing in here” he replied. “You guys have done such a grand job” your cousin smiled, “thank you angel, all the late nights and stress was definitely worth it!” Before Sam could respond another guest grabbed your cousin into a hug, congratulating her on her big day.

Sam wandered over to the dancefloor with both of your drinks, handing you yours as he takes a sip from his. “Have I told you how good you look?” He questioned with a cheeky grin, arms snaking around your waist. “Yes Samuel, plenty of times” you chuckled, half blushing half rolling your eyes. Before he could reply, you hear “She’s Electric” by Oasis begin to play, loads more of your friends and family join you all on the dancefloor, arms round each other, drunkenly singing along. You look up and Sam and smile to yourself, seeing him join in and fit in with your family so well, part of you wished you could stay in that moment forever.

As the night draws to a close everyone starts bidding their farewells, heading home or back to their hotel for the night. Yourself and Sam say goodbye to everyone and make your way back to your room, his hand not leaving your waist the entire time. You must admit it took a lot for you to not stop every five seconds to crash your lips in to Sam’s, with him looking so good under the moonlight. His white shirt sitting so nicely, highlighting every movement his arms made so well, and the top three buttons being undone alongside his tie draped around his neck lazily, you couldn’t resist him.

But you didn’t have to wait long, the second your hotel room door slammed shut Sam cupped your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours. You smiled against the kiss, your thumbs stroking his jaw, pulling him in for more. You’d secretly been waiting for this moment all night too. Sam pulled away from the kiss, looking you up and down. “Go get ready for bed babe” he smiled, as much as he wanted to take the kiss further he also knew you’d kill him in the morning if he’d let you go to bed with your makeup on. “But Sam-“ you protested, but before you could finish he spun you around, squeezing you tightly from behind, his lips hovering down the drape of your neck. “Go get ready for bed and I’ll meet you there” he whispered to your ear, sending sweet chills down your body. “Promise?” You replied innocently. “I promise.” He said whilst kissing gently down your neck. He loosens his grip around you and you wander off the bathroom, your mind trailing off to wear the night will take you.

Notes: Hey everyone, this is my first piece of writing so apologies if it’s a little shabby, any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated <3

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nathanbatemanfucker · 2 years ago

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summary: but it's coming down, no sound, its all around.

pairing: fem!reader x santi garcia

contents: song based fic, angst, jealousy, perceived unrequited love, best friends to lovers, love confessions, santi being a desperate simp, kissing

wc: 2k

an: yes this is a song inspired fic again bc it’s just who i am ok. listen i want them to fuck eventually but who knows if i have the bandwidth to write santi railing her into oblivion. if people really want it, let me know.

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“What’re you doing out here? It's cold, cariño,” He calls out to you, a healthy distance away.

He can tell that you’re brooding by the tension in your shoulders, the way you’re rocking back and forth as you stare straight ahead. He knows you better than he knows himself— possibly better than you know yourself— though he’s not sure why you’re upset in this instance. Not yet anyway.

He’s right– it is cold. Despite the extremely warm days in Miami, the nights can grow cold, especially standing on the sandy plains of a beach such as this one. You don’t bother turning around to look at Santi, continuing to stare out into the darkness of the ocean. It's stupid that you’re out here, that you feel a way about how tonight’s gone. Santi isn’t yours and the depth of your friendship, or your romantic feelings for him doesn’t change that.

There’s always a risk with bringing Santi anywhere. It’s not a deadly risk, but sometimes he looks so absorbed in someone else that it feels like your heart might give out. He’s good at it, at making someone feel like they’re the center of attention or all that matters to him.

He’s a natural flirt, so charismatic that most people don’t believe he’s been in the army or that his day job is in operations and the execution of them. People— including all of your single cousins, who have been all over him since the moment the wedding reception began. You couldn’t blame them, even if you weren’t in love with him, there’s no denying that he’s one of the most attractive men you've ever seen.

Tonight everyone is treated to a rare occasion. Santi’s in a suit; it’s black and fits him perfectly. The top two buttons of his crisp, white button-up are undone giving the most sinful view of his strong neck. His unruly curls are styled neatly for once and with the short stubble dusting his chin it's practically game over. He’s Santi, he rarely turns down showing a woman a good time– because that’s just what women deserve according to his creed– and being with your family means he’s pulled out all the stops, always trying to make a good impression.

You’ve been friends with Santi since college— you signed up to be pen pals with someone in the service. When you saw the name Santiago Garcia, you pictured some sauve man who wouldn’t give you the time of day if he’d seen you walking on the street. It made you nervous, and you didn’t send him a letter— except in a twist you never saw coming, he wrote you first.

You were correct, he was sauve— is sauve, but so incredibly charming. So understanding and playful in the short length of a single sentence. So devastatingly handsome. There was no resisting him. Your friendship with Santi unraveled parts of you that you were unaware of. The deep yearning, the lightness in your chest, the craving for adventure. With Santi by your side, whether in person or words on a page, opened a world for you. One you’re completely sure wouldn’t exist without him.

The first time you’d met six months after exchanging your first letters, you had to swallow the notion you’d been denying for months. You love him. Staring into his mischievous brown eyes, witnessing his bright smile for true and not just in the photo he’d sent you in one of his letters only solidified that. But, he’s Santi. You and Santiago… make sense as friends. And so you fake it. You fake not loving him until it’s almost believable.

“Cariño?” He calls again, breaking through the hazy thoughts of your mind.

You glance back at him for just a moment, and the smile that you flash him doesn’t touch your eyes, “Just needed some fresh air.”

“You’re gonna get a cold in this dress,” He murmurs, slipping out of his jacket as he closes the gap between you.

When he starts to drape the jacket over your shoulders, you turn to him, taking a step back, “I’ll be fine.”

The bite in your voice, the way you don’t look at him as you say it makes him realize that he’s done whatever’s put you in this state. He ignores you, wrapping you in the jacket before pulling you a little closer, dipping on his knees so that he can try to catch your gaze.

His eyes are pleading, “What’d I do? Just tell me, I’ll make it better, you know I will.”

“There’s nothing to say,” You insist stubbornly, looking down at where your feet are buried in the sand. You wiggle them, trying to do anything to distract you from this conversation you and Santi are on the cusp of. Maybe he’ll give up.

He sighs, using a finger to raise your chin so you must look at him. And when you try to pull away, his thumb grips you, holding you in place, “There’s plenty to say if you’re upset, so let’s stop playing this game, yeah?”

You fix him with an empty stare that chills him to the bone. “Fine, there’s nothing I feel like saying. Happy?”

He glares at you, tightening his grip on your chin, “Fuck, no, you know I’m not. Words. Speak. Tell me, right now, cariño.”

Getting both of your hands on his chest, you push him back gently, forcing him to let go of you. Angrily, you murmur, “Would you stop with the cariño and the puppy dog eyes, for fucks sake. Go back inside, I’m sure the girls miss you.”

Santi takes a step toward you, and he’s close enough that you instinctively take a step back— he prevents it though, grabbing you by the lapel of his jacket so you’re cemented in place. Santi’s eyes widen to an almost comical size as he realizes what’s happening.

Are you…jealous? Jealous that others would look at him, that he might be theirs. Do you want him?

“Is that what this is about?” His question is vague so as not to make a fool of himself.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I asked you to come with me, of course, you’re here for me. Not standing around while you whisk women out on the dance floor would be nice,” You grumble, fiddling with the lapel of his jacket so that you won’t have to meet his gaze.

“No, I’m here for you,” His other hand raises, cupping your freezing cold cheek.

“Don’t, please, I can’t. It’s not the same for us Santi. It’s never been the same for us,” You whisper desperately.

“You think I give a fuck about anybody in there but you? Do you? Hmm?”

You open your mouth to answer, though you’re not sure what you would say. He continues to speak, not even giving you a chance.

“You think I wore this ridiculous fucking suit to impress your cousins?”

“I…I don’t know what you mean,” You repeat, swallowing to try to rid your throat of its sudden thickness.

“You’re jealous?” He tests, too in disbelief to say it as a statement though there’s no other explanation for this.

Your mouth twitches, brow furrowing as you step back, “I am not.”

“I know when you’re lying, your mouth, it does this thing,” He says, eyes wandering your face with wonder.

Yes, you’re jealous. It thrills him— his heart pumping so loudly it drowns out the sounds of the tide.

“You’re jealous, and there’s no reason for you to be because I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, cariño. Understand?”

“What?” You whisper, taking yet another step back. You look like a wild animal, like prey looking predator in the eye, desperate for an escape route.

“I’m here for you— I need you. There’s no one else,” He murmurs, taking a slow step toward you.

“Is…is this real?” You stutter out, the fear in your voice palpable to both of you.

Slowly as not to scare you away, he takes both of your hands, pressing one to his chest, the other to his stubble-covered cheek as he gazes down at you, “Does this feel real? Do I?”

You blink rapidly at the feel of his stubble beneath your palm. It’s a new sensation, it almost tickles and his skin is warm despite the chill of the night.

“You’ve never felt real to me,” You admit quietly. “You came into my life like a shooting star, I’ve just been…”

“Yeah? What’ve you been doing?” He encourages softly.

“I’ve just been waiting for you to disappear like all shooting stars do.”

“I could never leave you, baby, don’t you get it? From the first letter…I knew. I knew,” He repeats firmly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You grumble, your hand twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

A humorless laugh leaves his throat, “You’re the most unreal thing I’ve ever had. I thought— I was afraid you would slip through my fingers. That I’d wake up and you wouldn’t be there, that this is all a dream. I don’t get things like this. I don’t deserve you. I got lucky. I’ve been waiting for you to disappear, can you believe that, cariño?”

“That could never be true. Walking away isn’t an option for me, trust me, I’ve tried to free myself from the torment that is having feelings for you.”

“Sweetheart—“

You cut him off, seeing the disbelief in his eyes, “It’s not, Santiago. It’s not, there is nothing more that I could ever want more than you. I want you so much that I can’t breathe.”

“Then I’m yours. All of me, for you.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Believe it,” He implores, cupping both of your cheeks and pulling you closer. Your eyes flutter shut in anticipation but then he stops, his mouth brushing against your cheeks as he begs for you, Let me kiss you. Please, I’ve wanted it for so fucking long, querida, let me?”

“Yes,” You breathe, trembling against him. He smells divine, like fresh linen, a soft summer breeze, and something uniquely Santi.

You allow yourself to get lost in it, to get lost in him for the first time because it’s safe. He’s right here, getting lost with you.

He presses his mouth to yours and groans, gripping your face so tightly that his hands ache. He forces himself to take a step back and let you go, chest heaving as his eyes roam your face for any evidence of discomfort.

“W-why’d you stop?” You ask the whine evident in your voice despite its breathy tone.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, kiss me again, Santi. Right now,” You demand as you bury a hand in the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

When Santi leans in once more to kiss you, you meet him eagerly, capturing his lips in a bold move that only he could elicit from you. He falters for a moment, still in shock that this is happening before he matches your passion, one arm curling around your waist while his other hand cups the back of your head so that he can dip you.

You smile into the kiss, gripping the fabric of his shirt a little tighter on instinct as he tips you back. It's impossible to not know that Santi’s a charmer and flirt even upon first meeting him, but this is different. You can feel the way he forces himself to be delicate with you despite his hunger. All of this is as painstakingly romantic as it is cheesy, something you’d never expected despite knowing him so well.

He breaks the kiss when he feels you clutching him, nuzzling his nose against yours as he whispers, “I won’t drop you.”

There’s no doubt in your mind that his words are true. Through everything, Santi has only ever done his best to take care of you, he’s shown up for you as much as you would let him. Now that you both have been honest with each other his devotion to you will only grow sweeter and deeper.

You grin up at him, closing the small space between you to press the tenderest kiss to his mouth, “I know.”

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miss-bushido · 3 months ago

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Like the Devil's got your hands

This work was inspired by the gorgeous artwork by the immensely talented 2jihiiro on Twitter, and here @2jihiir0, with the words, "You had too much to drink tonight, didn’t you? Let’s get you home, sweetheart.." said by Eddie in said artwork. Russ's artwork has become some of my favorites ever, and I am obsessed with everything they create. I have never written Dark!Eddie before, so this was a bit of a departure from how I usually write him. I'm not sure if he's Dark! the whole way through, but I tried! 🤷‍♀️ *CW: It is not explicitly stated, but there's enough inference that Tommy wants the Special K from Eddie for some nefarious purpose with Steve. Nothing happens in that vein, but if this is something that bothers or upsets you, please click away. If you did still want to read it, but not that specific part, you can skip from "It's Harrington's birthday..." to "Sorry, Hagan..." Title from the song 'The Feel Good Drag' by Anberlin.

Rating: Explicit Full tags here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59813491 Eddie leaned against the wall, keeping to the darker corners of the spacious living room as he observed the ebb and flow of the party around him. It was the typical Hawkins High party thrown by the jocks and other members of the popular cliques that made his life a torment all throughout high school. Now that he was two years removed from graduation, he briefly wondered why he still bothered coming to these any more. The money from selling dope wasn’t that good. The ass wasn’t that good anymore, either. Though he’s less than four years older than most of the students here, he gives off an air of being older. More worldly. Wild, even.

Some, girls and guys alike, were into that. And there are whispers that if you didn’t have the money, Eddie would take it out of your skin. That he fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk straight. That he didn’t care if he fucked a guy or a girl. That he did it rough: ripped skirts, bruises on throats, the imprint of teeth on shoulders or thighs. If they wanted him to stop when he did get rough, they were old enough to say something. He’d certainly never heard any complaints while everything was going on. Most of the sounds were groans of pleasure, entreating him to go harder and faster, to grip tighter and really make them feel it.

All one had to do was ask.

Still, he had one dimebag left. And he had a feeling the next customer was just around the corner. Once he’d sold it, he would leave. Maybe go to a bar to find someone to spend an evening or an hour with.

As if the universe answered his prayers, he glanced up in time to see Tommy Hagan and Steve Harrington walk over to him. Well, stumble might be the more appropriate adjective. At least on Steve’s part. Eddie’s grin turned shark-like as he observed the two boys. Both clean cut, all American students. Popular. Well-liked.

Complete fucking assholes, most of the time. Though he had noted that Steve had stopped having his head up his ass nowadays. He actually talked to others outside of his social clique. It appeared senior year was good for him.

This knowledge helped to make him more attractive to Eddie than he usually was.

“Hey Munson,” Tommy said, cheeks flushed with alcohol, making the galaxy of freckles all over his face all but disappear. Beside him, Steve swayed a little, the red Solo cup in his hand dripping with condensation.

“Yes, Tommy?” Eddie asked, unable to resist giving Steve a roving eye once over. He always looked so good, but tonight there was something else about him. His hair was growing longer, perfectly coiffed as always. His white shirt was form fitting, but not tight, and it was riding up on his right side, giving Eddie a glimpse of that smooth expanse of stomach, the hard edge of a hip above his tight jeans.

Eddie wanted to run his tongue along the edge of Steve’s jeans. And maybe under the waistband, tasting salt, some sweat, and whatever else Steve’s skin might taste like.

“It’s Harrington’s birthday, he’s finally legal, and I wanted to buy him a special something. You know, for later tonight.” Tommy’s emphasis on the one word caught Eddie’s attention immediately. He had sold Special K in the past, but he hadn’t had it on hand for awhile.

“Yeahhhhh,” Steve drawled, sitting down heavily on the couch next to them, his big bright hazel eyes looking right into Eddie’s brown one. “Tommy said he’s gonna give me a big present.” Steve had clearly already had a few too many, and even if Eddie had what Tommy wanted, it wouldn’t be a good mix.

Probably what Tommy was counting on.

“Sorry, Hagan,” Eddie lied, shoving himself off of the wall, hands in his pockets. “I don’t have anything any more. And I didn’t bring any Special K in any case.”

“Aw, fuck, man. Can’t you go get it?” Tommy harangued his brow furrowed in frustration.

“No, because I-”

“I’ll give you $100 for it,” Tommy blurted out.

Eddie’s eyebrows raised. “Are you joking?”

“Nope. Not joking.”

Eddie pretended to consider. It was a lot of money but 1) he didn’t have any of the drug in stock, and 2) even he had scruples, and the longer Tommy talked, and the more insistent he was about getting it, the more uneasy the whole situation made Eddie feel.

“Tell you what,” Eddie said after a minute. “If you can get me the money in the next twenty minutes, I’ll go home and get it and then come back. I’ll even throw in some other product. On the house.”

Tommy grinned manically and nodded. “On it!” he shouted. “Steve, stay here. Eddie’ll take care of you,” he said, before he turned and ran out of the room, leaving Eddie and Steve alone and to their own devices.

Eddie looked down at Steve as he tilted his head back against the top of the couch. “You doing okay?” Eddie asked the boy.

“Mm fine,” Steve answered, voice muddled with drink. He looked up at Eddie and gave him a big megawatt grin, sliding down until he was on his back. “You’re tall.”

Eddie smirked, watching this display. “Maybe a little,” he conceded. He sat down on the arm of the couch, arms crossed as he regarded Steve. He really did look delicious, and Eddie couldn’t help his eyes lingering on certain spots: his chest, his arms, his bulge.

His cock twitched in his pants, and Eddie shifted lightly. “Did I hear Tommy say it was your birthday?”

Steve smiled, twisting so he was laying on his stomach, that grin still on his face as he looked at the older boy. “Yeah, man. I’m 18 now. I’m finally an adult and I can do whateeeeeever I want.” He pushed himself up, his back arching, his jeans straining to hold in his ample ass.

Eddie’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in this display. “Whatever you want, huh? I can help you with that, baby boy.” To his delight, Steve blushed at the praise.

“I want to stay here and talk with you,” Steve answered. “I remember you in high school. You were so cool. You still are, Eddie.”

“You’re sweet,” Eddie said, brushing some hair out of Steve’s face. Some sweat had pooled on his forehead and it clung to Eddie’s fingers as he pulled away. He kept eye contact with Steve as he put his fingers into his mouth, revelling in the salt-sweet taste of him. “You taste sweet, too.”

Steve blushed furiously at that, his full lips parting. He made to stand up and stumbled a little as he got off the couch. He stumbled again as he grabbed his cup before it fell.

Eddie was on Steve immediately, pressing his body against Steve’s back. His left hand settled on Steve’s hip, while his right hand slid up the bottom of Steve’s shirt. “Careful, sweetheart,” he said. He leaned closer, his breath on Steve’s neck.

Steve shivered, which turned into a gasp when he felt Eddie’s travelling fingers rolling his right nipple. His face grew more red, tilting his head to the side to glance back at Eddie.

Eddie grinned wickedly. “You had too much to drink tonight, didn’t you? Let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

“Okay…” Steve breathed, though he made no move to start walking.

Eddie’s lips quirked against Steve’s neck, another shiver running through the younger boy’s body. “Let me take care of you, baby boy.” He couldn’t resist running his tongue up Steve’s neck and to his ear, giving Steve’s earlobe a little nibble.

“Eddie,” Steve breathed, leaning back against him. Eddie took this opportunity to slide his left hand down from Steve’s hip to the hard line of his bulge, making his hips buck forward. “Please.”

“Please what?” Eddie asked, keeping his hand on Steve but pressing up and down with the pads of his fingers. A gasp that turned into a groan came out of Steve’s mouth then. “Please keep touching you? Please do more?” He licked another line up Steve’s earlobe and added, “Please fuck you?”

“Yes,” Steve whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as Eddie spoke, relishing the feel of his tongue. He turned to face Eddie, leaning in close. Eddie could feel Steve’s breath against his mouth. All he had to do was move a millimeter and he would be tasting Steve’s lips.

But he didn’t. It would be so easy to do it: to give in and kiss Steve. He could do it. He could taste those sweet lips, bring his hand down to Steve’s ass to hold him close so he could rock his hips against him. To push Steve against the closest wall and grind against him until he was begging Eddie to take his clothes off.

“You want it, baby?” Eddie purred, his right hand running up Steve’s back. “Come take it.”

Steve groaned as he crashed his lips into Eddie’s. Eddie could taste the beer and the other alcohol he’d been drinking that night. He took the cup out of Steve’s hand and tossed it to the side. It wasn’t his house, so he didn’t give a shit where it landed.

Eddie growled as he reached down to pick Steve up, wrapping his legs around his waist. He moved them forward until Steve was pressed against the opposite wall. He kissed Steve like he could devour him. The sounds Steve made, all the little whimpers and gasps as Eddie kissed and touched and bit him. “Still want me to take you home?” he whispered, rolling his hips against Steve. “Or do you want me to take you someplace else?”

Steve gasped, clenching his fingers in Eddie’s hair. “Can’t go home. Your place. Please. Please, Eddie,” he begged.

Eddie groaned. “Can’t deny you anything, baby. Wouldn’t deny you anything.” He gave Steve a deep kiss before he set him down on his feet. He took Steve’s hand in his and pulled him along through the house. The party seemed to be winding down as there were less people to weave around.

Once outside, Eddie pressed Steve up against the side of the van to kiss and fondle him some more. Steve murmured his name over and over while Eddie sucked another hickey into his neck. Eddie managed to extricate himself from Steve’s grasp as he herded him into the passenger side seat.

Eddie moved around to the driver’s side and stopped briefly when he saw Tommy Hagan standing a few feet away, hands clenched by his sides. From the stricken look on his face, he’d seen Eddie putting Steve in the car, and the two of them making out against the van. Eddie tossed him a quick two finger salute and a shit-eating grin before he got in on the driver’s side.

They got back to Eddie’s in record time, and showed incredible restraint in waiting until the front door slammed shut to start undressing each other. Eddie pulled Steve in for a rough kiss after they’d gotten their shirts and shoes off, herding him down the hallway to his bedroom.

Eddie pressed Steve against the bedroom door, continuing to kiss and suck and bite him on any piece of exposed skin. Steve writhed against him, hands exploring all over Eddie. He fumbled with Eddie’s jeans, managing to undo his belt and pop the button.

“So fuckin’ eager for it,” Eddie groaned, his own hands reaching down to unbutton and push Steve’s jeans and boxer briefs down. “You ever been with another guy?”

“No,” Steve admitted, biting his bottom lip when he felt Eddie’s hand on his cock, beginning to stroke. “Not, oh fuck, not like this.”

“You want to be?” Eddie asked, nipping at Steve’s jaw as he kept stroking him. He was dripping precum, leaning against Eddie to keep himself upright. “I need an answer, baby.”

“Y-Yes! God, yes,” Steve whimpered. “Please, Eddie.”

Eddie kissed his mouth hard, giving his cock a squeeze before he pushed Steve onto his back on the bed. He looked down at Steve, panting and pink and with a hooded look in his eyes as he watched Eddie unbutton and unzip his pants. “Take these off of me. Now,” he growled.

Steve pushed himself up, hurriedly pulling Eddie’s clothes down and off of him. Before Eddie could join Steve on the bed, Steve moved forward, taking Eddie’s cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck, your mouth is so good, baby boy,” Eddie groaned, sliding his fingers into Steve’s hair. “But if you want me, you’ll-” He gripped Steve’s hair tightly on one particular slide of his tongue. “You’ll need to stop.”

Steve whimpered, looking up at Eddie with his big hazel eyes, mouth full of his cock. He pulled back, a string of precum hanging from his mouth as he did so. Eddie’s cock throbbed at the sight. “Don’t you want me?” Steve asked, the hurt evident in his voice.

Eddie groaned and moved, kicking his jeans off, before he loomed over Steve. Both of them naked and pressed against one another’s bodies. “I want you so much, baby boy. And we can revisit your heavenly mouth around my cock later, but I didn’t want to come before I even got a taste of you.” He grabbed Steve’s wrists in his left hand and pinned them above his head as he spoke.

“Someone said you’re rough,” Steve spoke, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“I can be,” Eddie admitted. Most of the time, he was. “I don’t have to be.”

“I want you to fuck me hard and rough,” Steve said, a glint of something in his eye. Hot lust dropped into Eddie’s core at this proclamation. “Bite me, scratch me, choke me. All of it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered. He tightened his grip on Steve’s wrists. “Where’ve you been hiding all this time, baby?”

Without giving him a chance to answer, Eddie kissed Steve hard on the mouth, sucking on his bottom lip before he moved down to his throat, sucking and biting in equal measure, and equal force. Soon enough, Steve’s neck and chest were covered in bruises from Eddie’s teeth, his body writhing under the older boy’s. Throughout all of this, Eddie’s hand was still gripping Steve’s wrists, pressing down hard into the mattress.

He had to stop, but only to reach for the large bottle of lube on the nightstand, pulling it and a roll of shiny gold Magnums onto the bed beside Steve.

“I want to feel you come inside me, Eddie,” Steve whimpered, pushing the condoms away. “I want it to be dripping out of me.”

“Steve, fuck,” Eddie breathed. He was tempted to argue when Steve angled his hips so Eddie could feel the curve of his ass against the head of his cock. He exhaled a deep shuddering breath and uncapped the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

Without preamble, he rubbed circles over Steve’s tight little hole with his thumb, making the boy gasp. “It’s cold!”

“It is,” Eddie agreed, slowly beginning to push his way inside of Steve. “But you won’t mind soon.” One finger fucking in and out of him achingly slow. Eddie normally would not have gone this slow, but he didn’t want to hurt the kid (apart from the ways he’d already asked for). Yes, he was rough from the outset, but for anal only if the person had done it before.

A second and third finger soon followed, Steve making the most obscene sounds Eddie had ever heard. He could get addicted to them. To make this boy make those sounds. All for him.

He shuddered and pulled his fingers out, squeezing the base of his cock with his clean hand. “Still with me, baby boy?” He bent down and kissed the tip of Steve’s cock, relishing in the salt taste of his precum, leaking out of him steadily.

“Please fuck me,” Steve begged, gripping the blankets tightly. “Eddie, please fuck me hard.”

Eddie made a noise that sounded like a growl as he grabbed the lube bottle and poured another generous amount onto his hands. He lubed his cock from base to tip, and then positioned himself, sliding quickly inside Steve.

Both of them groaned loudly: Steve at being filled. Eddie at the tight hot clutch of Steve’s body. He leaned forward, forcing Steve’s legs up to wrap around his waist, and began fucking him hard and fast like he’d been begging for. Each thrust punched a loud moan out of Steve’s mouth. Sometimes just sounds. Other times it was Eddie’s name or more demands to fuck him harder, to bite him. Eddie obliged by leaning forward more, bracing his feet behind him as he moved to bite soundly on Steve’s neck where it met his shoulder.

This made the younger boy cry out, and Eddie could feel him clenching around him. He pounded into Steve a few more times before he bit him again, this time on his collarbone. “Eddie! Eddie!” Steve rasped, left hand gripping Eddie’s forearm hard enough to bruise. “Please! I’m so close! Put your hand on my throat. Please Daddy!”

Eddie swore, his cock pulsing inside Steve at the name. He placed his large hand on the younger boy’s throat, squeezing lightly. “You gonna come, baby boy? You gonna come on Daddy’s cock?” Goddamn, this was doing it for him. He’d never had someone call him that, but when Steve said it, it sounded so right.

Instead of words, Steve let out what could only be described as a shriek as he came hard, his body clenching tightly around Eddie as cum spurted up his stomach and onto his chest. This was enough to make Eddie fall apart, too, still thrusting into Steve as he came just as intensely, if not more so, as Steve had. He removed his hand from Steve’s throat and ran his pointer and middle fingers through the mess, bringing some up to his mouth to taste.

“Best cum I ever tasted, baby boy,” Eddie sighed, bending low to lap it up from Steve’s chest. He used this momentum to pull out, Steve’s legs dropping back to the bed spread.

Steve looked thoroughly fucked out: face red, cum all over his torso, eyes black with lust, and the smallest grin on his face. He reached for Eddie’s face and pulled him in for a rough kiss. “I want some more,” he croaked, still catching his breath.

“Oh you do?” Eddie asked, returning the kiss, brushing some of Steve’s hair away from his forehead. “You don’t want to go back out and have fun with your friends?”

Steve shook his head, running a hand through Eddie’s hair. “Just wanna be with you. I want more of you tonight.” He kissed Eddie again. “And tomorrow. And the day after.”

“All those days after, too, huh?” Eddie asked, surprised to feel a little swell of emotion in his chest. “Sounds like you want to be my boyfriend, baby boy.”

“Please, Daddy,” Steve answered, a grin on his face at the way Eddie’s eyes darkened. “You said you’d take care of me.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Eddie answered, moving quickly to pin Steve to the bed, a wolfish grin on his face. “You’re all mine now.”

Steve sighed. “Happy birthday to me.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dark eddie munson #inspired by artwork

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Pumpkin guy (canon!Gojo x barista!fem!reader) (SFW)

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Author's note: This was a request from a lovely reader on Wattpad. I really enjoyed this cafe <3 Thank you for my lovely @ladycheesington for proofreading it <3

warnings: no warnings, pure fluff

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Autumn finally sneaked in and kicked Summer out. This part of the year was your thing. You were excited to bring all the decorations up from the basement. After all, it was going to be Halloween soon. (It wasn’t but you were too excited to wait any longer.)

This Sunday evening seemed to be perfect for a little organization in your lovely home. Because even if you lived alone it didn’t mean you were sad or lonely. With a smile on your face you precisely placed all the spooky figures at their usual spots.

“It looks nice, doesn’t it?” you giggled as you asked your kitty cat, Sir Sunflower. The little black furball purred and rubbed his head against your ankle, so you took it as a yes.

Even if Monday morning arrived sooner than you expected, you felt happy. The second your feet touched the wooden floor in your bedroom you remembered that it is THAT day. The day when you change the menu in the cafe and replace all the Summer offers with Autumn ones. The light morning breeze danced on your skin as you were walking down the street to your workplace.

Humming a cute song you started to clean the tables and the counter, thinking about how perfect that morning was. So far.

The tiny bell above the entrance sang its song, warning you of the arrival of the first customer of this beautiful day. It seemed your customers were just as excited about this day as you were.

People kept arriving, ordering different kinds of Autumn themed drinks and sweets. Soon enough almost all the tiny tables and cozy couches were taken. Chit-chatting echoed through the place as people kept being excited.

You were almost at the end of your shift when the tiny bell rang once again and a crystal white haired man with a pair of sunglasses walked in lazily. The second he flashed his mesmerizing blue eyes you froze in your action. You had no idea when, if ever, you'd seen such beautiful eyes for the last time.

“Good evening, sir. What can I get for you?” you greeted him with a lovely tone.

“Good evening, beautiful.” he smiled. “I would like a pumpkin latte, please.”

“Sure. Anything else?”

“Your phone number.” he flashed a smirk.

Your eyes widened and a tint of light pink rushed upon your cheeks. Okay, it would have been a lie to tell that no one ever tried to flirt with you but this felt somehow different. It felt different, because you found him extremely attractive. Even if you screamed inside you acted out cool and simply pretended you didn’t hear anything. As you spun on your heels and started to prepare his order, Gojo lifted his weight from one of his legs to another.

A strange feeling caught your attention, as if someone was staring at you. And oh, you were right. He couldn’t resist fixating his angelic eyes on your back and followed your whole presence, checked your beautiful silky hair and even smiled at the cute hair clip you wore. It was a tiny brown-orange owl that perfectly fit the whole Autumn environment. He also let his eyes fall on your curves, your perfect waist and wonderful hips. Your uniform suited you well enough, giving a perfect sight of your round bum. The man took a desperate breath. His intentions weren’t only sexual, he felt as he walked in and spotted you that he had to make you his girl, no matter what.

This feeling terrified him just as much as it made him excited. Gojo Satoru wasn’t a dating type of guy. He rather focused on his job, on his duty. Saving people from curses wasn’t the easiest work to do after all.

The lively sound of the coffee machine made you zone out. You were hesitating. It was a dilemma you never really felt before. Should you? Shouldn’t you? Is it against the policy at all? You had no idea. The hot liquid pouring into the cup and the light beeping sound snapped you back to reality. Before you could have changed your mind you grabbed the black marker and hurryingly wrote your number on the paper cup.

“Thank you.” he smiled at you. He was about to leave a cheeky comment when your coworker stepped next to you behind the counter.

“I got this, Y/N.” they put their hand on your shoulder. “Your shift is over, go enjoy your afternoon.”

Gojo thanked you for the lovely service once again, before he walked to the door and let a gush of wind caress his face as he stepped outside. “Y/N…” he hummed. “Such a beautiful name.”

He got back to the facility and aimed for his room. The coffee was gone a long ago but he carefully placed the cup onto his desk until he saved your number.

Before getting home you stopped at the grocery store. A half full cart you pushed around as you kept picking the items you needed. Actually you just tried to distract your mind from the fact you gave your number to a stranger and for some inexplicable reason you wanted him to reach out. Finally you left the store with four or five huge bags which were heavier than you expected. A loud huff left your mouth when you finally got home. Being busy with packing out from the bags you didn’t hear the buzzing noise of your phone. It was buried deep in your bag.

“C’mon. At least read my messages, sweetheart.” Gojo frowned, tapping his fingers eagerly on his desk. It wasn’t like him at all. The sorcerer was always confident, no doubt ever was able to sneak into his mind until today. You were different. You were unique. You were special.

A loud gasp rolled from your throat when you realized the amount of new messages. Of course you knew exactly who the other side of the unknown number was but you wanted to tease him just a little bit.

“Hey. Who’s this?” you sent the text, giggling.

“Oh, so I wasn’t the only one who got your number today?” your phone buzzed almost immediately.

“Pumpkin guy? Is it you?” you kept teasing.

“My name is Gojo Satoru.”

You clicked your tongue before reacting. “I like Pumpkin guy better.” You even added an emoji with its tongue out. You found yourself chuckling and kicking your feet like you were a teenage girl once again. This feeling was decent, made you happy and free. It was easy to get addicted to this euphoria.

As the night went on you both kept texting each other, chatting and flirting until you fell asleep.

In the morning you woke up before your alarm went off. It was strange but as soon as your eyes shot open you felt excited and grabbed your phone, smiling immediately when you saw the unread messages from Satoru. He kept texting you way after you fell asleep, and wishing you a good night in the end.

You bit your lower lip before you sent the message “Good morning, handsome.” The three little dots appeared almost in an instant which made you feel nervous. But it was the sweet kind of nervousness, the one when you are so excited you can’t really handle it.

“So, I’m not the Pumpkin guy, anymore? Will you call me my real name as well?”

“Well, you have to earn it.” you smiled as the game of texting started once again.

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