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It’s so cute I can’t

could I get #8 w/ iida? Fluff please? :) BC U ALREADU KNOW

I GOT YOU BBG NEVER MISSING A CHANCE TO WRITE FOR MY SECOND HUSBAND<333333

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More than friends.

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No one ever really understood why you were friends with him, and the way your friendship with him was, could be simulated as rather...odd.

Which never really made sense to you because like, why? Hes a good guy, he's helpful, caring, doting when needed and just overall a good person. People always called him uptight but around you he was just so amazing.

When he called you sweet, or said you looked 'divine' called you things like 'enchanting' or 'breath taking' at some moments, he was an angel sent from the heavens above, truly.

He always found a way to make you squirm in your seat, the way your friendship worked was confusing sure, but it was yours and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

"hello, y/n! How are you? Have you eaten?"

Tenya continued bombarding you with these questions, you always loved hearing them he was so caring and gentle with you it always made you feel so loved.

"I'm fine, ten ten."

You replied, offering him a smile that instantly brought one to his face, his features being complimented by the way he did.

He pushed up his glasses as he nodded to you, you giggle and nod back.

He was never really this doting on others, well except for midoriya ever since his vigilante arc tenya vowed to never really let izuku out of his sight, you admired his passion for wanting to keep his friends safe, it was one of the things you liked about tenya.

"wanna come to my dorm?"

You said blatantly, looking at him with a pointed look. You couldn't keep eye contact well, especially not with him but it always got worse when he'd look at you with such a piercing gaze, one of which was always filled with something, a desire.

He was shocked at your random outburst but was quick to agree.

You two found yourselves talking and laughing with each other which wasn't out of the ordinary for you two, he held you close to him your bodies colliding in a peaceful way like this is how things were supposed to be.

You faced him while his hand was on your hip, not in a sexual way, rather a comforting and safe way, the way his tight grip on his hip was all that you could think about, how much smaller you were than him, truly, he was tall and muscular and very attractive, being this close to him did something to you. You craved to be one with him.

"so.. I would prefer you've heard it from me rather than anyone else bombarding you with such things, but.. mei hatsume and I are dating, officially now.."

He told you, excitement being tinged slightly in his tone. His words caught you off guard interrupting your laugh as your eyes went wide, your smile fell as you looked at his chest before glancing up at him.

He looked down at you with a smile before seeing your reaction and concern went to paint his features instantly.

"is.. is something wrong, y/n? Are you alright?"

He was quick to ask you, god why did he do the things he did to you. You can't blame him for finally getting a girlfriend, he deserved one, a great one, one that was worthy of him, that was worthy of his bombarding love and caring personality, the way he smiles so perfectly, the way he was the walking embodiment of perfection.

He deserved someone that was perfect and more, and if he found that in.. mei hatsume, then who are you to stop him from pursuing that.

You exhale through your nose, looking down with a defeated look not bothering to answer his question, you felt rather uncomfortable in this moment now. Not because you hadn't wanted to be with him, lord knows it might just be the only chance you have left to be with him intimately of some sort. You didn't want to be held by him like this especially if he was with some other girl, he was a good guy who didn't deserve to be accused of cheating because you had some deranged fantasy of being with him.

He hadn't seen you like that, so you shouldn't see him like that. Yet, you couldn't help but feel something flutter in your stomach or much lower.. when his grio of your hip tightened and when he grabbed you by your chin and gently craned your head up to look at him. He stared down at you with a piercing gaze, concern filling the way he silently took you in, your wide eyes staring up at you sadly, your smile long gone as he frowned his brows furrowing.

You couldn't speak, not that you wanted to, you were stunned to say the least. You hadn't wanted to be a downer because this might be the last chance you have with him, once people get significant others they stop hanging out with their friends and when they do decide to hang out their significant other always has to join.

You didn't want to be that person who wanted him to feel like he shouldn't hang out with his girlfriend outside of them being together, plus if they are really together why should you be the one to stop him from being with her.

"y/n.. please tell me what is disturbing you."

He asks you softly, his voice hushed into a whisper as he looks down at you through his glasses lens. The way his blazing, lucent, electrifying ocean blue eyes looked deep into your own was magical, he could tell a start with only his eyes, how you wished you could live in them, dive in and never come out. He had such a grasp on you, not just physically but mentally, you were his and he was all you wanted.

You felt so defeated. So much so that you could almost cry, but you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of him due to your unrequited feelings for him.

He pulled you into a swift tight hug, burying his nose in your hair, the smell instantly taking over his senses, it was intoxicating he enjoyed the smell of your hair, the smell of your skin, the way you felt next to him was perfect. Meant to be even.

The hug was ended by you pulling away slightly, you look up to him once more staring deep into his eyes. He stared right back at you with just as deep eyes, however, something else on you caught his eye.

His eyes moved down a little, you seen that and followed his eyes on your face, your first thought went to maybe he was staring at your boobs? No he's not that kind of guy. Well.. maybe on the dl, but he wouldn't make it blatantly obvious if he were staring at your boobies.

His eyes were on your lips, he just couldn't help himself! Your lips looked so good and soft and kissable, he just wanted to grab you by your neck and kiss you.

That's just what he did, he slowly pulled you closer by the back of your neck, a soft hand holding you firmly and bringing you closer to him, you welcomed it and embraced it. You were so ready for this magical and enchanting kiss he was going to give but he stopped right in front of you, his breath fanning your lips as he continued to look down at them before bringing his deep ocean eyes to yours.

"may I?"

God why did you find him so sexy, the way he spoke and looked at you, the way he made your heart flutter when he was around, the way you got butterflies from just thinking about him. It was genuinely bazaar.

You pulled him into a rigid kiss, you needed this kiss so badly you fekt like you were going to explode. His eyes went wide from the way you yanked him into yourself, he ended up pulling away catching his breath that yous tole from him.

You looked up at him afraid, had you gone too far?

He simply chuckled before pulling you back in but into a much softer and rhythmic kiss. He held the kiss for a while, holding your face as well while he hummed lightly inside of it.

You sighed as your eyes fluttered shut, this was it, what you needed his beautiful lips on yours, if you were to pass in this given moment you would.

He pulled away with a sigh and a smile, you were speechless. The way he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing your cheek as he smiled at you with his beautiful eyes peering over you.

You eventually started to feel guilty creep onto you. You just kissed a taken man, let alone your best friend. Were you the girl best friend that people's girlfriend had to worry about?

Out of all honesty, you quite literally didn't mind if that meant tenya was yours.. selfish as it is.

You brushed the feeling away, yet still felt the need to ask,--

"what about your girlfriend."

You said bluntly, curious on what this meant for the two of you and how it would effect his relationship.

He gave you a confused look as his smile faultered before he mouthed an 'oh' with wide eyes, he sighed with a smile and chuckled.

Wait, what's funny? The fact you want to be a good person? God forbid.

You had started to get slightly angry, was he making fun of you?

"darling, I'm not really in a relationship. I only said that to see how you would react to if I actually had one."

He told you continuing to rub your cheek slightly pinching it.

You nod with a hum, your gaze then moving down to his chest as you ran a finger up and down it, you bit your lip slightly thinking to yourself, does this mean what you thought it did? That you and your best friend might actually get together?

"nothing to say?"

"not yet.. still thinking."

That made him laugh, he smiled brightly, just watching you and the way you worked, you were a beauty really, you were magical and one of a kind, the way you were programmed to him is just so mesmerizing, you're so.. yourself it makes him crazy. He would never say it to your face, but honestly he thinks you're a bit of an airhead, however he loves you all the more. These little facts and tricks about you are just so cute and amazing to him he can't help but want to be with you.

"take your time, my love."

He whispered, lying his head on top of yours and shutting his eyes with a comfortable sigh, you were his officially, now he can relax.

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AN: this needs to be said, no one can tell me certain mha characters js don't love black women like I js get vibes from certain people who either love or need a black woman in their life.

Tenya, bakugou, shoto, monoma fr

Idk what it is ab blondes who are ridiculously mean but I js love it and hate it at the same time.

Should I?

I found a bunch of like old ideas/writing prompts I had for Eddie when I was in that era of my life lol so should I post them for people to use?

It could be used for more than just him for other character or original ones idk I just wanna clear out my drafts

Hello tumblr!!!!

So uh I was wondering if perhaps someone had an invite code they would be alr with letting me have. I’ve been looking for awhile and this is kind of my last resort (I don’t have friends or at least any with toy house and if this could be a great way to make some :D)

Pretty please with whatever character twice your age your obsessed with on top (or bottom if you’re like that ;3) just send me a message! And I’ll be glad to do some sort of art trade for it as long as what’s requested isn’t any nsfw material, I can provide some of my work in messages upon request.

Hello tumblr!!!!

So uh I was wondering if perhaps someone had an invite code they would be alr with letting me have. I’ve been looking for awhile and this is kind of my last resort (I don’t have friends or at least any with toy house and if this could be a great way to make some :D)

Pretty please with whatever character twice your age your obsessed with on top (or bottom if you’re like that ;3) just send me a message! And I’ll be glad to do some sort of art trade for it as long as what’s requested isn’t any nsfw material, I can provide some of my work in messages upon request.

Obsessed with AO3 writers, who are a particularly fascinating subspecies of homo sapien.

there is not enough fucking aoyoma angst in this fandommmm

like???? its right there?? a little quirkless boy whos parents made him take a quirk that hurts just to use from the literal demon king instead of just having a quirkless child??? like the angst is all there

feral

Wolfhybrid!Bakugo x Reader

nsfw/ MDNI 18+

Warnings: afab reader, aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

Summary: Taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

Wc: 4.6k

An: Happy Birthday my sweet Kacchan!!!

Taking in a damaged wolf hybrid stray was totally not on your bucket list. But your kind heart wouldn't allow you to leave him outside when it's on the brink of snowing.

It took a couple days after you initially saw him to catch him. His eyes are full of fear but he looks quite scary with his blonde ears pulled back as he snarls at you.

At first you weren't going to keep him but every shelter was either full or wasn't taking in such aggressive hybrids. With a sigh you glance at him again. He's dirtying up your couch by laying facedown on it, an annoyed pout on his face.

"Bath time, dirty boy." The hybrid scoffs and keeps his gaze away from you. With a little encouragement, from some beef jerky, you get him into the tub. His body is scarred, most likely from fighting, and he flinches when you touch him.

He suddenly grabs your wrist when trying to wash his lower abdomen. "Don't touch," he snarls. His vermillion eyes pierce into yours.

"Wash there then. I'll clean your face." You give him the loofah and grab a rag to clean the dirt off his face. The scowl never leaves his face, dirty or clean.

What you learn soon enough is that your new hybrid is a biter. He nips and bites if you do something he doesn't like. Not enough to draw blood but enough for it to hurt and warn you there'll be consequences if you keep doing what you're doing. He doesn't like to be pet. He doesn't like when you sit next to him. Lastly, he absolutely despises the collar you bought him. It's just a simple red collar with a bone shaped tag.

"C'mon Kacchan. Let me put it on." Since he refuses to tell you his name you gave him a nickname. Whenever you manage to get him to speak it's mostly explosive, hence the name.

"Get that shit away from me!," he growls, baring his teeth at you. You really didn't need any more bites.

"What if you get lost?"

He's quick to quip back, "Not like you wanted me anyways."

You sigh. "Please Kacchan?"

"Stop callin' me that dammit!," he groans.

"Then for God's sake tell me your name!" He's quiet now, looking away from you. He's met his match. You're just as stubborn as him.

The response is quiet but it makes you smile. "It's Katsuki. Now leave me alone." You're slowly cracking his hard exterior.

After that moment Katsuki slowly started to warm up to you. He seldom bit you anymore, resorting to glaring or growling if he didn't like something. Some nights he would sit next to you on the couch while you worked a little late to finish a project for work. His tail would wag slightly when you place a hand on his head.

There were days when he would wait at the door for you to come home. When you were late he would grumble out, "took you long enough." On the inside he was relieved you returned home to him. His words often contradicted how he really felt. The hybrid always complained that you got on his nerves and that he doesn't even like you. But you don't miss the way his tail thumps and his eyes close when your hand caresses the back of his pointed ears.

Katsuki has also grown accustomed to your bed. He starts off on his own side of the bed but his body ends up gravitating to yours. His nose is nuzzled into your neck and his strong arms hold you to his warm body. It's very cute to you.

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The weather is starting to warm a bit and Katsuki grows worried for two reasons. One, he thinks you're going to kick him to the curb now that it's not shivering cold. Two, his body is going through a change. He's not sure how he's going to act if he ends up staying. When he's far enough from women it's not so bad to manage. But you're here. And he kind of likes you, likes your scent. Sometimes you look really pretty after a shower and in your pajamas. The blonde knows he's in trouble already.

Something sour would stir in him when you came back smelling like another man. "Where've you been?," he grumbles.

You shrug off your coat. "On a date. Sorry for being late." When you go to pet him he backs up, flattening his ears on his head. He huffs and lazily stretches out on the couch. He made the decision to sleep there tonight.

As time passes and you go on more failed dates, Katsuki has grown distant and cold. He's almost resorted back to his old self, just without the biting. He's also started ripping things or chewing things up, like books or anything plastic you leave out.

"Katsuki." He doesn't even spare you a glance as he lounges on your bed, on his belly with his head slightly hanging off the furniture, having messed up your neatly made sheets and blankets. "What's wrong buddy?"

He rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth. "Nothing"

You knew how to perk him up. "Wanna go out for a walk?" His tail slightly wags on instinct. His body betrays him. "Aww Katsuki wants to go walkies," you coo at him. His tail wags harder despite the annoyed expression on his face.

"I'll wear the damn collar but not the leash," he snaps.

"I have to bring the leash still because you're a troublemaker but you don't have to wear it. Deal?" He nods and gets off the bed. "Ah one more thing." You stop him in the doorway and feel so small compared to his massive size.

He shakes his head. " 'm not wearing that shit."

"Kacchan, if you want to go out you have to wear it. It's the law."

He sits on the floor with a pout, crossing his arms. "Then I won't go." You sigh and grab his collar and muzzle that he refuses to wear. Dangerous hybrids like him are permitted to wear a muzzle out in public. The last time he wore it was to the doctor. He hated the fabric on his face more than the doctor touching him and he dislikes being touched.

Katsuki lets you fasten the collar on him but growls when you hold the muzzle up to his face. "Stop being a baby." He swats it away from him and you groan.

"Told you I don't want it," he mumbles. He's surprisingly not as aggressive as you thought he would be.

You were so tired of him not listening. So you grab the muzzle again and straddle his lap. His body tenses. He realizes he's never been this up close and personal to you before without being asleep. Your sweet scent fills his nose and keeps him distracted long enough, almost dizzying him, for you to fasten the muzzle on him.

The lingering thoughts about how warm your body is is cut short by you tightening the stupid thing on his face. "Wasn't so bad Kacchan, see?"

He says nothing when you climb off his lap. Instead he just gets up and follows you to the door, hands stuffed in his pockets and shoulders slightly hunched. He felt all prickly from the uncomfortable feeling of the thing on his face.

The sun shines, making it a bit warm outside. Katsuki likes it. He misses the outdoors. His head lifts up to sniff the outside world. But one smell kept standing out among all the others.

When he glances at you he feels this weird sensation stirring in his belly. You smile at him when you catch his eyes. "This feel nice, Katsuki? Gotta get out more often."

He nods and walks alongside you, his arm brushing against yours. "Feels nice," he says softly; you almost didn't catch it. As you two walk he notices how your knuckles keep brushing his. It ignites a fire in his stomach, like when he eats something spicy. Is he sick?

You two reach a park, a pond nearby. He would have enjoyed chasing the ducks around here but he'll try to behave for once. Ruby colored irises watch you sit on a bench. He stays close by, crouching over by the pond. His tail subtly wags as he watches a turtle walk by him.

While he's busy enjoying himself, loving the sun on his skin, something suddenly feels off. He looks behind him and sees a man talking to you. Your body language looks different than usual and he can smell your anxiety. Katsuki rose up and strolled over to you, feeling a growl deep in his chest.

Katsuki's big body slots himself between you and the man. "You're not wanted here." It's a miracle he isn't shouting.

"Katsuki stop it. Be nice," you reprimand him. In actuality you're happy the hybrid was here. This man was a failed date because he made you uncomfortable. Too handsy and talked about himself a lot. Somehow you escaped but your bad luck has you encountering him once again.

"Who's this?," the man asks with a tilt of his head.

"Your worst nightmare. Now leave!," he growls and towers over the guy. You're not sure what Katsuki will do so you hook the leash on his collar.

The guy scowls now. "I suggest you get your mutt under control y/n."

Your eyes widen as you tug on Katsuki's leash but he doesn't budge. "C'mon Katsuki. We gotta go home."

The ash blonde isn't listening. He wishes he didn't have this stupid muzzle on or he would have ripped through this guy's throat out with his teeth already. "Come around her again and you won't be able to eat solid food for a month," he spits. Then he turns around and walks off, tail wagging furiously.

He practically drags you with him, your hand still clutching his leash. You're in shock for once that Katsuki handled himself in a situation that usually would have been deemed deadly.

When you two make it home, you go to the kitchen and grab some beef jerky. You toss him the bag. "All yours for being a good boy Katsuki." And when you say good boy and Katsuki together his heart quickens. He loves it. Suddenly all he wants is to be your good boy.

For the next couple weeks Katsuki has been oddly sweet. He rests his head in your lap while you watch Tv and lazily scratch his head. He greets you at the door every day with his collar on and muzzle in hand to go for a walk and acts accordingly the whole time. When he sleeps in your bed he cuddles up to you before falling asleep, nose nuzzled in your neck and body flush against yours.

But when you come home one day and he's nowhere in sight you're worried. The worry becomes anger when you see the place is a mess. Blankets and clothes strewn all over the place, some of them ripped up. You groan and toss your stuff on the kitchen counter. "Katsuki what the hell!"

When you walk into your room you're immediately caught off guard. Your hamper is knocked over, clothes all over the place. Katsuki is on the bed, your used panties in his hand and his nose buried in them. His other hand strokes his cock, aching and hot.

His eyes widen when he notices you in the doorway. He didn't want to get caught doing this. It's embarrassing and he knows he's going to get in trouble. So before you can utter a single cuss word he sprints to the bathroom slamming the door and locking it, panties still in his hand.

This morning he woke up feeling incredibly hot and hazy. His cock ached and leaked in his pajama bottoms. Usually it wouldn't be this bad, this hot and miserable. But he's surrounded by a woman's scent. His primal side kicked in. He needed to breed. This is probably the most painful heat cycle he's experienced.

There's a knock on the door while Katsuki keeps pumping his heavy cock with his hand. Even if he cums, the pain won't fully go away. "Katsuki 'm not mad. C'mon out please?" You were still a little upset but you guessed this would happen eventually.

All he responds back with is whimpers as he keeps up with his ministrations. You sigh and press your forehead to the door. You can hear his whines and grunts. it causes you to clench your thighs a little. "Kacchan I can help you, baby. Just open the door." It's been a while since you got any action. It would be best to help each other out, right?

The blond freezes. He really wants to indulge in his desires. It'll make it so much easier. But for once he's worried he's going to hurt you. He's seen his fellow pack members get so aggressive during their ruts. There's also the trouble of marking. "C'mon Katsuki. Promise I'll be nice. Be a good boy and open the door."

Within a few seconds the door is opened. He looks so much more different than usual. Cheeks flushed, chest heavy, eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown wide. "You- you can help?"

You nod. "Want the real thing right, Katsuki?"

He abashedly looks away. "Not a good idea," he mumbles. He gasps when you start to stroke him. He feels so heavy in your hand and good lord you wonder how the stretch will feel. The blonde bites his tongue to suppress the loud moan that wants to come out. Your hand feels so much better than his.

He encloses a large hand around your wrist to stop you, panting a little. "Gotta tell me what you want Kacchan."

It's hard to force the words out. His brain is all muddled up from his rut. There's only one thing on his mind. "Want it inside." He hates his primal side. His rational thinking is tossed to the wind, and all he can hear in his head is "mate" and "breed." The self control he once had is gone. At this point he'll say or do anything to satisfy this hunger.

"What do we say when we want something buddy?" He knows you're patronizing him but he doesn't care.

He has to clench his jaw while your thumb rubs over his leaking slit. "Pl- please..."

"Good boy," you coo at him and he groans in response. Oh how he loves those fucking words. You remove your hand and start taking your clothes off. The smell of your arousal when you take off your pants hits him like a truck. It's dizzying and he can't think straight.

Before you know it he has you pinned on your back on the bed. With one swift movement he's ripping your panties off. You squeal a little in response. "I kind of liked those, asshole."

Katsuki is definitely not listening, too lost in your scent to pay attention. His mouth salivates over your pussy. The smell is intoxicating and he can already see how wet you are. He traces his tongue over your folds, sort of confused on what to do. He's fully encouraged by your whines above him. You're rolling your hips against his tongue and he just follows your lead.

When your fingers card through his hair he lets out a whimper. Everything on his body is so sensitive, especially his ears, tail and of course his leaking cock. But he ignores the ache, too busy getting absolutely pussy drunk.

His face is drenched in a mix of his saliva and your juices. "Oh god Katsuki!" One of his fingers pushes inside you while he suckles your clit. He angles his finger just right and you whine, almost squishing him between your thighs when you try to close them.

He takes slow drawn out licks and adds another finger. He didn't want to hurt you when he finally sank himself inside of you. "Is it good?"

Your reply is a low drawn out moan when he had suddenly curled his fingers up towards your spot. "J- just like that- fuck!" The way his tongue traces delicately over your nub while he fucks his fingers knuckles deep into you has you tearing up.

He notices the way your legs shake and presses a little harder on your spot. "There?," he asks with a head tilt. His innocence is downright adorable.

You nod frantically. "Right there! Don't stop," you moan. Your grip on his hair tightens and he growls a little into your pussy. His finger and tongue movements grow more fervent. He needs to relieve this fucking ache.

When he hears you shriek and sees you start trembling he's sure he's done something right. You glance down at Katsuki as you come down from your high. He withdraws his fingers, spit connecting his tongue to your drooling sex. He looks just ethereal to you.

"Did so good, Katsuki. Now I want you to put it in." His ears twitch at the thought. He's quick to stand up and starts lining himself up but something doesn't feel quite right. This isn't right, he thinks.

It surprises you when Katsuki suddenly manhandles you on all fours. One of his large palms lays between your shoulder blades, pressing your upper half flat on the bed. That's better. He needs to breed you right.

When he slowly starts to push in he groans deeply from the pleasure. You clutch the sheets hard because just his tip feels large. You're panting and whining as he starts plunging every inch into you. When he's all the way in he feels like cumming. This feeling... he wants to remember it forever. Your walls are so snug and tight around him. The warmth resembles your body when he sleeps next to it. And god he loves it.

"Y- you can move Katsuki." That's all he needed to pull all the way out to the tip and slam back inside.

"Fuck...," he curses under his breath. Every single thrust is hard and deep, like he's trying to keep himself inside your tight heat as much as possible. His whole body shudders whenever you moan or cry for him.

There's tears in your eyes from him slamming into your cervix and stretching your walls to accommodate him. "K- Katsuki," you moan and gasp when he goes faster, hips flush to your ass, making a loud clap ring through the room.

His huge body looms over yours, teeth bared. He has to resist the urge to claim you. It would be so easy but he knows you're not a hybrid. It wouldn't mean anything to you and just bond him to you. He wouldn't be able to leave after that. It would make his heats worse because he would have a mate to breed.

Instead he threads his fingers into your hair, smushing your face into the mattress as you sob from the pleasure. You're making an absolute mess, a ring of cream glistening on Katsuki's cock.

It's getting hard to keep your arch with the hybrid's weight on you and your incoming orgasm. When you start straightening your back, a heavy smack on your ass jolts your body. "Keep it like that," he growls. So you obey and keep yourself arched for him. You bite your lip hard and keep up the onslaught of his brutal thrusting.

His thrusts are getting more shallow and sloppy and he's panting hard. "Gonna fucking-," he lets out a loud groan and stills his hips. It's so hot as he cums deep in you. His whole body trembles and he clenches his jaw tight. You gasp when you feel something weird.

"Katsuki is- are you- "

"Gotta keep it in," he cuts you off and it sounds off. Like it's not even him anymore. You feel so unbelievably full with his knot swelling in you. He nudges it a little deeper in you and you squeak.

"Too deep Katsuki please." It feels like he's going to pull out but instead he thrusts back in again with a grunt.

"Yer wasting it. Gotta give you more." Your jaw slacks as he goes back to that rough fast pace again. Knocking into your cervix with vigor and making you cry out. Hot tears trail down your cheeks and you hold onto the sheets for dear life. He leans over your body and digs his teeth into the back of your shoulder.

You scream out. "Katsuki please! It hurts!" His mind has become a mess and he can't even focus on your yelling. His teeth pierce the skin and he's licking up any blood that seeps out. His thrusts slow a little, still making sure to fill you the brim with his cock. He groans deeply as he litters kisses on your back and shoulders.

"S- sorry. I just..." The carnal need is still there but he finally got a handle on it. He pulls out. "I- Did I hurt you?" He's become so timid now you can barely recognize his voice.

" 'm okay. Just give me a second," you pant out as you take a breather. His body is still searing with need. Just one try isn't enough for him. He also did something stupid. Katsuki isn't the type to act recklessly. The mark on your shoulder, created with his sharp teeth, stares back at him. Fuck! He let his feral wolf brain take over and slipped up.

You turn over carefully, the start of the pain shooting through your legs. "I-," he starts but then tucks his lip between his teeth at the sight in front of him. You're spread out like a fucking meal, ready for him to devour and his cum leaking from you. That desire wells up inside him once again, threatening to burst if he doesn't have his way. "Let me..." He can't even get the rest of his sentence out.

You haven't had someone treat you like this in a long while. Plus you wanted to help him. Your sweet wolf boy Katsuki. Although he's been a huge pain in the ass you can't help but feel overjoyed when seeing the cracks in his hard exterior. So you lay back and spread your legs for him. "C'mon Katsuki. Be a good boy and fuck me."

He simply can't fucking argue with that. He crawls back up onto the bed, finding himself between your legs once again. His eyes roll back when he angles his hips and inches himself back into your pleasant cunt that still leaks with his warm seed. The hybrid can feel himself losing his rationality once again. It's like second nature, his brain completely switching itself off as soon as he's buried between your legs.

Katsuki takes your calves and hooks them in the crooks of his arms then he puts some of his weight on you, folding you up like a breakfast omelet. Fuck, he's really deep. You have to take a deep breath in order to relax yourself. The hybrid starts the rocking of his hips and you gasp out and arch your back, pressing your chest even closer to his. The hybrid tries so hard to keep himself under control but his pace increases and he's back to growling and moaning while stuffing himself into your cunt.

Nails dig into his strong back but it doesn't even deter him. In fact it spurs him on even more. "Fuck Katsuki!," you yell out when he keeps nudging right up against that spot again. Sane, normally on edge, Katsuki is no more right now. The absolutely feral pace he sets has you screaming and marking his back up. Your teeth sink into his neck and he hisses, getting even closer. When your tongue licks at the mark, he moans and slows his thrusts a bit.

To be enveloped in warmth like this. It's something new and something he didn't know he desired this whole time. For just a moment his sanity poked through and allowed him to brush your lips with his. It was inexperienced but tender. Your fingers thread through his spiky ash blond locks while you kiss back, guiding him into a little more heated kiss. When you suck on his tongue his control slips and he slams his hips into yours. You moan loudly and tug at his hair, resulting in a yelp from him.

Now his feral behavior is returning again. His pace goes back to insanely hard, pulling all the way out to just slam back in, aimed right at your spot like he's a damn expert at this. You tug even harder at his hair and tears spring into your eyes at his roughness. "Fuck fuck fuck!," he groans out, feeling his orgasm creep up on him again.

"M- my good boy, Katsuki! Good b- boy!" That only drives him crazier, intent to breed even heavier on his mind.

"W- want... inside!" The blonde's words are incoherent in his head, not allowing him to form an intelligible sentence. He pants hard and finally pushes himself deep into you again, knot swelling in his cock. His hands damn near shred the sheets when he cums, gripping at it like he's trying to keep his grasp on reality. He lets out a deep moan as he fills you deeply with yet another load.

The room is filled with hard pants and light smacking from little kisses shared. Has Katsuki wagging his fluffy tail. Carefully, he moves you two, unhooking your sore legs and rolling you two over so you're on top of him. He doesn't remove himself from your warmth, his stupid hybrid brain forcing him to think he's creating offspring.

Katuski is... affectionate afterwards. He's nuzzling his face into your neck and cheek, making a low rumbling noise deep in his throat. His large hands rub over your back and he leaves the softest kisses and little nips against your jaw. It's really cute seeing him like this but for the hybrid it's a nightmare. The animal part of his brain is still taking over, soothing his new partner even though his body doesn't know you're not a hybrid so it didn't matter. His inner wolf doesn't care though. It thinks he found somebody to be with and now he needs to procreate to continue his bloodline.

"I'll be out of your hair after my heat," he manages to get out finally.

Your eyes widen. "Katsuki that's not-"

"No! I went too far. This shouldn't have happened and I marked you so it's an even worse idea for me to be here."

You didn't really educate yourself much on the reproductive side of hybrids but you did know marking is important to them. It keeps two hybrids bound together for the rest of their lives. If the other dies or is far away from the other one it causes them to be in great pain. You wouldn't want to cause Katuski that pain. There's a reason you saved him. He looked lost and in trouble. He shouldn't have to go through that and deserved a comfy life. "Katsuki I can't let you leave. We're bonded. So don't say words like that or no more beef jerky."

He looks at you finally and feels overwhelming emotions but doesn't express them. Instead he pouts with irritation. "Fine... I'll stay I guess." He's grateful though and continues to show it with a couple more hours of gentler loving.

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In the Margins | K.Bakugou

Katsuki tries to be subtle about how much he likes you. He really, really does. There’s no explanation as to why, it’s just how he is. 

When surrounded by reporters, he glares and does his best not to respond. After all, no answer is less satisfactory than a string of insults when his hostilities are still an interesting headline. When someone asks him if it’s true that he has a romantic interest, that’s the only time his eyes widen in surprise. They still don’t get an answer as his PR specialist doesn’t give him time to respond, but given a moment longer the latest headliner would’ve been about his relationship with you— Or at the very least, a blurry paparazzi photo collage of the two of you, and a single photo of his particularly annoyed expression, captioned: “Dynamight reacts to dating claims!” 

He doesn’t really talk about you with his friends, but it becomes a running joke that to get his attention they should call your name. They sit together at a restaurant, Katsuki in the seat furthest from the action. No matter the topic of conversation, nothing seems to elicit an exciting response from him (if you don’t count the angry fist-slam on the counter when he commands Denki to stop stealing his fries). But when Kirishima turns to the entry and says, “Hey, it’s Y/N!”, he jolts to attention, swiveling in his chair and looking to the doorway, only to find that no one is there. The boys holler and laugh, calling him loverboy and the like, saying how pleased you would’ve been to see it. Katsuki fumes. He’s glad that he’s known for being angry. It masks how much he wishes that you had actually walked through that door. 

He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when left alone in your presence. He wants to look at you, but when you make eye contact with him, he glares. When you talk to him, he scoffs a nonchalant response. But his body language can’t feign interest: he turns in your direction even when unspoken to, his voice deepens and his fingers drum nervously in his lap when you’re around. Even if he chooses to keep his distance, his thoughts keep you near. This much he can’t deny, and when you ask him on a date one night, he finds that he can’t deny you either. 

Things are different when he’s by himself entirely. He thinks about how nice your hair looked or how the dress you wore to dinner suited you. He prepares lunch for tomorrow, two servings: one for himself, and the other he will give to you, claiming they are leftovers. He rereads the texts you’ve sent him and looks for deeper meaning, but doubts there actually is any. It doesn’t stop him from smiling when he receives a goodnight message from you though. 

He doesn’t let you know everything. But he does let you know some things, to be extrapolated from there. If he recognizes that you wore lipstick he makes no comment, if he notices the way you sit closely he doesn’t move. He won’t tell you that he thinks red looks stunning on you, or that he likes it when your knees bump his. But he memorizes the shape of your lips as you speak, tracing the curve of your smile to find later in his dreams. 

When he finally tells you he loves you, you know he means it. Bakugou Katsuki is nothing if not true to himself.

He may never be an open book for you, aside from his rare outward confessions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be read. Flitting fingers on the back of your hand, a palm placed softly on your waist, warm meals, perfected drink orders and flowers on your doorstep without a card, only his name. He walks you home even when it’s inconvenient, takes the last train home to stay later with you, and runs through the rain to give you his spare umbrella, complaining about how wet his socks are only once you’re out of earshot. His rough hands learn to be gentle, and though he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his kisses linger on your hands, your lips, your neck. 

His gestures are humble but he makes them feel extravagant. It’s the same when he gets down on one knee in your shared bedroom, presenting a ring that only has one meaning; when he smiles softly as you walk down the aisle, wearing a dress you had talked about but he’d never seen; when he comes home to you every night, spending a few extra minutes in bed when morning comes; when he feels age in his bones but stays youthful with you.  

Bakugou Katsuki’s love is of the subtle variety: no bold text or pretty font, looping in and around a perfectly crafted story. But it’s written in the margins, permanent marker bleeding through the pages: There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you. 

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A/N: Let’s just call this one a tribute to my 1 year blog anniversary, a reiteration of how I view love, the core of every work I’ve written so far— I will indulge in it over and over again.

Date posted: 3/10/23

> bakugou x gn reader, word vomit

I'm at school rn and thought of something

Imagine you got a free period and you're just hanging out in class. You're sitting on a table and katsuki is sitting between your legs on his chair. Like his back is turned to you and his head is resting against your stomach. Andd he threw his arms over your legs to get comfortable.

Imagine you're talking to kirishima or maybe sero and he's just chilling there. Like you're playing with his hair and he lets you since he enjoys any affection.

And Mina sees you from across the room so she walks over to you and says something like "Some one's comfortable~" in a teasing tone.

And bakugou who's too comfortable to get angry so he just flips her off and answers with something like "You wish you were me" with a smug smile on his face.

Also imagine he gets bored so he looks up at you with a pout you would've called it cute but he would've killed you so you don't and you just look down and smile "comfortable?" you tease and he nods.

I'd really like that

Masterlist

Full story!!!!!! You are a sainttt

Now look here, it's sugardaddy! x sugar baby! reader time >>:3 So here's the rundown: the reader is a college senior who works part-time in a diner and finds out that their favorite customer, Toji, is a sugar daddy and wants to initiate courtship. Although it is a proposition you fail to see yourself saying no to, is this something you can see yourself being in the long run?

A/n: This prompt was picked on a poll to celebrate getting over 50 followers, only for me to get to 100 right after!!?? Y'all...can I give you a hug? ;w; No, oh okay. Anyways, I won't make another poll, BUT I'll be opening thirsts/requests soon!! >:D I just gotta make myself a disclaimer list before we let those lil fantasies of yours fly, lol. But yeah, this is my first time posting a fic over 1k+, so I hope y'all like it. Also, bonus: there's art drawn by Moi (@hoshigaby)?? You'll have to scroll down to find it tho :33 Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and read!!!

Cw: soft dom! Toji x fem! reader - implied age gap (the reader is in their early 20s, Toji's around early or mid-30s) - mating press - cervix fucking - oral (fem! receiving) - pussy drunk Toji - breeding - daddy kink - overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin', good girl, honey, kid/kiddo, mama, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - praise - clitoral play (Toji pinches your clit) - reader isn't a virgin but, it's the first time you and Toji have sex.

Wc: 4.9k

"Oh look, your favorite is here."

10 o'clock, it's closing time. All the servers and bussers are ready to buss down tables and sweep the floors, hosts at the front split up tips and head straight home, and the cooks clean the kitchen and throw out the trash. All there's left is the silence of the dining area, where not a single customer is in sight.

Well, minus the one Utahime points out to you.

You turn to the bar area, where almost all the tables are empty, and all the high-rise televisions are turned off. All but for one, which was showing a football game.

A man is watching the screen, sitting in a booth at the far end with a glass of beer on the table. He's wearing a black turtleneck covered with a denim jacket, white fur on the collar, and a silver chain contrasting the black clothing. You gaze downwards to his black jeans pants, where his left foot seems to be tapping the ground. He's waiting for someone.

Once his eyes catch your approaching figure, his deadpanned face shows a smile in recognition. He was waiting for you.

And you smile back as you walk towards him.

The familiarity with this man comes from a year working at the diner. His name is Toji Fushiguro, and he's been a regular even before you started working here. And to make things funnier, he was the first customer you served after a week and a half of training. You can recall when you accidentally put milk and sugar in his specifically requested black coffee, to which you apologized profusely ("Heh, it's alright, darlin'" He flashed a smile that was meant to reassure you. "The first time that's ever happened to me.").

It was there that you found yourself being the only person that's served him. At first, you thought of it as some sort of joke after the coffee mishap, but now, unless you're there to take his order, he'll only have a beer or black coffee with all the other servers. The crew often pokes fun at you, stating you're the older man's favorite. And you gotta admit, it makes your heart swoon knowing this is true.

"There she is," Toji watches you approach him with his foot finally stopped tapping the checkered floor beneath him. "My adorable lil' server."

You giggle as you sit on the cushioned booth seat across from him. "It's good to see you, Mr. Fushiguro. I hope life's been good for you." You wave goodbye to the guy behind the bar counter, who turns off the TV still on as Toji focuses on something else. You promised to be the last person to turn off the lights and lock the doors before leaving, so now it's just you and Toji.

"I thought I told you to drop the Mr. Fushiguro, kid." He reprimands you with his playful smile, the right corner of his lip quirking his scar upward. "And I could ask you the same thing. How's college goin', darlin'?"

An exaggerated sigh leaves your system. "It's going alright. Can't believe I'm about to be done after the next semester, but the senioritis hasn't hit me too strong yet, thank God. And I can't wait to graduate with all this debt on my back~!" You flash the fakest beaming smile with two thumbs up.

Toji chuckles at your fraud enthusiasm. "Mmmm, I bet. But I know you're smarter than me and most people who work for me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yeah, I'd like to think so, too." Your chipper attitude dwindles, and Toji notices the change in tone.

"What's up? You don't think you'll get yourself a job?"

"Umm, well," You cough to clear your throat from awkwardness. "I tried signing up for plenty of internships. Some of them shut me down, others just haven't replied back. And I guess it's just me overthinking, but I worry that I won't get a job in something I like..."

"Aww, princess," Toji rises from his cushioned spot to move to your side, sitting close to you with his big jean-covered thigh brushing yours. He places a hand on your back to rub comforting circles. "That's just the thoughts in your head."

You groan into your hands. "I know, that's why I don't know why I'm beating myself up about it so much... But it's okay! I know I'll be fine because I still have this job keeping me going for a year."

Toji raises a brow. "You wanna be a server all your life? Wanna serve me my black coffee and BLT sandwich til my last breath?"

You hit his chest in amusement. "Well, no, but if it comes down to it, I don't mind. I'll just take up more jobs or maybe make a side hustle. Either way, I know Mei Mei will help me out. I'm sure everyone here will if they have the chance."

"I could also help you."

Your hands instantly go up defensively. "No, Mr. Fushiguro, I wouldn't want that! I'm sure you're pretty busy, and I don't want my troubles to burden you."

Toji's eyebrows knit together, his sharp eyes surveying your defensive stance. "It wouldn't be trouble if I'm the one offerin' to help you, honey."

"Yes, but even so..." You look at your lap as your fingers dance with each other to ease your anxiousness. "It would feel unbefitting to have a customer — a valuable one such as you — to help me with my financial problems. Seeing you smile at me when I serve you your coffee...I'm perfectly content with just."

Your gaze locks into your fidgety fingers, saying the last part was probably unnecessary. Yet it was true; Toji had always been patient with you whenever he stopped by, even going the extra mile by giving you a seriously generous tip after his meals. You know you didn't deserve it, but he's already at the door before you can argue with him. If his gracious action was just a mere small percent of what he could do, then he's done plenty for you than needed.

Toji, however, didn't see it that way. He hums as he leans back onto the booth seat, his hand now snaking to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the nook of your neck and trapezius.

"Well," He breaks the silence, you're listening. "What if we take this outside of customer service?"

The brows are pulled together as you turn to him in slight confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"I've been thinking for quite a while," with his hand maneuvering to rest on your shoulder, he sighs and straightens himself up. "Your manager, Mei Mei, right? I talked with her not too long ago, telling her how much of a hard worker you are and how even while still in school and suffering with assignments, you still smile and make sure the customers enjoy their time here."

You give him a thanks, and he continues on. "Which is why I told her about what I wanna do. So here's my proposition: I'll pay for everything for you. Your debt, bills, clothes, whatever it is your pretty lil' head is worryin' 'bout."

Toji's promise does sound comforting to the ears, but you think about your part in all this. "So, do I have to work for you?"

He chuckles. "No, baby, not working fr' me. But there is something I want you to do."

"Yes?"

Toji doesn't give you a clear answer, staring at your face with a soft smile. You wonder why he's being odd until his face leans forward, and the hand on your shoulder pushes you into a kiss. You let out a yelp into his mouth, but the shock diminishes once you succumb to his warm, intoxicating lips. He tastes like beer, definitely from his drink.

He removes his lips from you, and you faintly exhale in an unsteady breath. "Mmmm, yer too much fr' me, sweetie." Toji groans and kisses down your neck while you place a hand on his chest to grip his turtleneck for support before you dissolve into his arms. And although you shouldn't be at your work at this time of night doing this, it felt too good to end.

"I want you to be with me," Toji says in-between smooches on your neck, moving to paint the other side with his pecks. "You're so good to me, darlin', always being such a good girl." He nibbles on your clavicle, and a soft gasp rewards his eardrums. "Lemme take care of you, y/n."

All that's going through your head is the feeling of his lips on your body and the arousing throbbing sense happening in your nether core.

"Hmm, whaddya say, baby?" His lips are too close to your ear as he playfully bites the lobe. Your thighs rub against one another, and you know there's a wet spot in your panties. "Gonna be my perfect girl?"

If you don't give him an answer quick, you're bound to melt right on this seat, and being a whimpering mess to his touch is embarrassing enough.

"Haaaah...Y-yes," You finally answer in weak whispers, mind spinning and eyes glossy. "I wanna—Ahaaa...I wanna be yours."

You can feel Toji's lips curl into a smile. He lifts his head to look at you, and a hand comes up to cup your face before he gives you a soft kiss on your quivering lips.

"My good girl."

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A few months have passed since you and Toji formed this new relationship. And getting used to certain things is still a challenge.

For one: covering up your new lifestyle is never easy when you're out with people you know. During winter break, you went to dinner with your friends and offered to pay for the whole table. They looked at you as if you were talking nonsense ("Girl, where the hell you get that kind of money to be covering for all of us?" "For real, is this the same diner you've been working at? Are they hiring?").

Another thing that wasn't easy to get accustomed to was Toji spoiling you. Since you're a college student, Toji only sees you every other weekend when he has time. During those days, Toji doesn't hold back in showering you with gifts and affection. Between the fancy dates in expensive restaurants, riding rides at fun amusement parks, or the bags of new clothes you bring back to your dorm, it was something you didn't expect to happen so quickly. Your roommates constantly tease you about this "mystery man" who makes it known you're his special lady.

But outside of that, the most significant change was you and Toji. To say you two got closer was too easy to put into words. Sure, the money was there, so you could finally get a good night's rest without worrying too much about your school debt or bills. However, you knew this went beyond the dollar bills and the fancy clothes.

Come to find out, Toji knows and remembers things that amaze you. There was a time he bought you a whole wardrobe worth of dresses because he remembered you had to cancel dates with your friends since you had nothing cute to wear. Or the time he got you a box of your favorite teas, even though you briefly mentioned them to him during a talk way back from recollection.

And even away from the materialistic things, you can feel how much Toji loves you. You can feel it in his eyes whenever he's looking at you. You can feel it when you try to argue yourself out of trying an outfit you don't think will be good on you, but Toji coaxes you into it because he knows — not thinks, knows you'll look good wearing it. You can feel it in his hands when they hold yours, when he places a hand on your thigh and rubs it in loving warmth, or when he caresses your cheek when he kisses you goodbye when you two have to return to your own lives.

It's a type of love you didn't see yourself being on the other end of. The more immersed you are, the harder it is to imagine yourself out of it.

Spring break is now upon us, and Toji has invited you to join him overseas for a business trip. You tried to decline, saying it's his trip and you don't want to intrude on his business. That argument was immediately shut down ("Tch, believe me, sweetheart, you're saving me from bashing someone's head in if you're close to me than not. Plus, I wanna see you wear that cute swimsuit I got you."), so he dragged you on his private jet, and now we're here.

During the day is when he's away for work, so you spend the morning either in the penthouse suite you two are staying in, outside taking pictures to show Toji later or looking around at the little shops nearby. Toji is done with work around the early afternoon, so you two spend time together exploring the country, trying new foods, and taking walks around the area while talking about how your day went until the sun goes down.

Everything goes well until Thursday when Toji texts you saying something happened at work and that he'd be at the suite later than usual. Well, it's 7:45, the sun is starting to go down, and Toji is still nowhere in sight. I hope everything is alright on his end.

You're unsure about going outside for a walk on the off-chance you stay out too late. And if something happens to you while Toji isn't close by, that'll give him more to worry about on his plate, and you definitely don't want that for him.

So, you look around the penthouse to see if there's anything to keep you occupied until Toji's return, and then what catches your eye is the swimming pool outside on the terrace which you haven't tried yet. That'll do!

You go to change into a swimsuit, a cute two-piece that Toji bought for you when you two went shopping together. After a quick shower, you enter the pool and enjoy the calm waters while watching the sunset, leaving a beautiful array of colors painting the sky over you.

Tomorrow is your last day here while Toji will do business, and then you're back to school on Monday. The fact that you'll be graduating debt free still blows your mind. Toji really fulfilled his promise and took care of your worries.

Is that to say that your relationship ends once you touch that diploma?

You lift your feet and lay on your back to allow the water to hold you up, ears covered in the water and face looking into the sky as you're lost in your thoughts.

It wouldn't be too far off if Toji wanted to close this whole thing off when you graduate, as the point was for you to not worry about debt and such. That much you understood from the very beginning. But what happens after that? Do you two just go back to being acquaintances that only meet at the diner? And what about the stuff he got you? Do they stay with you forever? And do you have to fight memories of him every time you see them?

What about all the touches, all the hand-holding, all the cuddles, and all the kisses? Are they supposed to mean nothing to you the next time you see his face?

You're thankful for the water keeping you afloat in the pool, but having these thoughts attack your brain just makes you want to sink in loathing.

Until you feel something tinkle your feet, having your body react in a state of panic. No longer floating on your back, you search for whatever is torturing your feet. Only to find Toji in front of you wearing black trunks, he chuckles lowly, and your heart sinks in embarrassment.

"T-Toji," You swim up to greet him. "How long were you back from work?"

"For about 10 minutes," He watches you move through the water, following you to sit in the shallow part of the pool for you two to talk. "I saw you in the pool and thought I'd join. I tried callin' out to ya, but the water was blocking your ears."

"Hehe, sorry about that. I was thinking about something. How was work?"

His face went into a deep scowl with rolled eyes, and you giggle at his nonverbal response. "Had I not known I was comin' back here to see you, I'd probably fucked that rookie up."

"That bad?"

He hums and brings you closer to him with his hand on your shoulder. "But don't worry 'bout it. And you? What were you thinking about?"

"Hmm? Oh, it was nothing," your encouraging response is fictitious.

Toji lowers a brow. "Try again."

"No, honest! It was nothing, Toji."

"Don't make me tickle you again, kiddo." You freeze and look at his face. His sharp gaze and slight grin speak for themselves about his seriousness.

A sigh is withdraw from your lips. "I was just thinking about how I'd be leaving on Saturday and being halfway done with my senior year of college."

"And?"

"And, uhh," You gulp and avert your eyes to your lap, your fingers swaying with the pool water. "I was also thinking about me... and you?"

There's silence, the lack of response eating you alive. Then you feel Toji's hand grip your shoulder.

"Are you scared I won't be with you after you graduate?"

He hit the nail because you don't answer for a few seconds. Your eyes still avoid him.

But Toji still persists. "Do you not want to be with me?"

Your head turns to face him in haste, taking you aback at how fast you were. "No! I don't want this to end. I'm grateful for how close you and I have become. I want... I want..." You fall silent once more as your head moves back to your lap as if you'd find the words you want to express lying there.

Using his free hand, Toji grabs your chin to look his way again. "What do you want, baby? Use your words fr' me."

The intense gaze of his jade-green eyes captures your attention, practically daring you to look away from him. The warmth of your cheeks spreads around your face, and you gulp before answering.

"I really appreciate all that you've done for me. And I...I really like you, Toji. I want to be with you." His face doesn't change as you ramble on, causing you to move your eyes to avoid the awkward stare. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to stop with where we—"

Your sentence was interrupted by Toji's kiss, and a squeak was suppressed between the two lips. You exhale in bliss as your hands find purchase on his solid chest. He deepens the kiss when his hand is posted at the back of your neck.

You break the kiss to breathe, Toji's gruff chuckles fills the warm air.

"You're too adorable, princess. Do you really think I'd want to let my precious girl away from my sight?" You open your mouth to interject, but Toji lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "Listen here, darlin'. I didn't offer to take care of your debt on a whim. I adore the fuckin' shit out of you, and I was gonna wait til your graduation to ask if you'd still want this thing to be official."

"But now that I hear you're interested," his big hand holds yours, fingers intertwined as his thumb brushes your forefinger. "Are ya up for it?"

You breathe slowly to ease your heart, beating at an irregular tempo. You grip his hand in return and offer a sheepish smile.

"Yes. I'd like that very much, Toji."

He smirks and kisses your cheek. "Good girl." Toji has his arms placed behind your back and under your legs. Then he stands up while picking up your figure bridal style. He grins hard when you squeal in surprise as your arms sling around his neck.

"Let's shower," he walks out of the pool and into the suite. "And then afterward, I'll show you how much I've been itchin' to make you be my girl for real."

The heat on your face grows tenfold, and Toji barks a laugh when you hide your face. You can only mentally pray for yourself for what's to come.

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That little prayer did absolutely nothing!

Now you're lying on the bed nude and wet from the shower as the water droplets on your body slide down to the satin sheets beneath you. Your hands cover your mouth, trying to suppress the moans and sobs from exiting your lips.

And the cause of this is the man currently nestled between your legs. You can see the raven hair between your inner thighs, but you feel a wet muscle lapping around your vulva. The lewd noises of Toji eating you out fill the room and has you writhing in discomfort, and you try to slowly move your lower region away from his ravaging mouth.

"Aht aht, you're not goin' anywhere, mama." Toji's rough hands grip your waist and pull you back down, his nose brushing your clit as you jerk upwards. He lifts his head to look at you, and the image of your slick smeared all over his mouth and chin almost makes you faint.

"Put those hands down, baby. Let Daddy hear that sweet voice of yours." He uses one hand to play with your pussy, middle and forefinger abuse your inner lips as his thumb grinds down on your sweet bud. Your eyes shoot up for the stars, and you're forced to do what he says, hands gripping the sheets while your cries are out for him to hear.

"Aahhhh!! Haaah, T-Toji!! 'S too much, too—Ooohh!" His tongue returns between your cunt, licking and tasting the sticky fluid coating your pussy. Your eyes are watering, your mind starts to feel dizzy, and your legs can't stay still to save your life. He's been doing this for 15 minutes!!

You clutch his hair and wail out his name in pleasure, earning a moan from Toji as his grip on your thighs gets tighter.

He can tell you're close to finishing, so he helps you. His tongue slides from your wet center to your clitoris, licking and sucking on the extremely sensitive bud, his teeth lightly pressing down on the pearl.

Your release comes instantly, and your walls spasm as you cry in pure euphoria. Your head pushed deep into the pillow below you, letting your body finish reacting to the climax. However, Toji doesn't wait for you when his mouth drinks your essence. His tongue attacked your sore velvety walls, having you gasp for air.

When he's done, he finally withdraws from between your legs and kneels before you, taking in your disheveled figure. Your tear-stricken face and hooded eyes peer up at him as he wipes his face of your excess come, licking the rest from the back of his hand.

Toji snickers hoarsely. "Sorry, sweetheart, you tasted so fuckin' good I couldn't help myself. Besides," you watch his hands trail down to his dick as he places himself on your messy vagina. "Gotta get you prepped up fr' me."

He puts a pillow under your lower back to raise your hips more. Seeing his dick for the first time has you in mental turmoil. Toji notices you looking and sneers, pulling your hips to him so his balls practically kiss your opening, his dick on full display on your lower abdomen. The girth alone has your cunt pulsating in anticipation, and good God, the length of that thing. It's not the first dick you've seen in your life, but it's definitely the biggest challenge you've come across.

I hope those 15 minutes of prep were enough.

You come back to your senses when you feel the tip of his hefty member circling the corners of your folds, and your slick aids him as a lubricant.

"Ready, babygirl?" You exhale a nervous breath and nod for confirmation. "Okay, we're gonna start real slow."

Toji began to push the tip in, your folds being spread open to accommodate the foreign object intruding into your tight hole. You close your eyes and hold your breath, the pain worsening by the second. You take one breath, and Toji pushes further. With another breath, he goes further. Another-

A giant gasp takes over you as the tip of Toji's cock enters you. And Toji takes his time pushing himself further into you, using every fiber of his being not to rut into your tight walls off the jump.

"Haaah, hmmm, oh fuck," That's easier said than done with you gripping onto him like your life depended on it. Once he's pushed his whole cock into you, your words come out as a babbling mess, gripping his arms for support. He looks down at your disarranged self, chuckling at such a wonderful sight. "You look really fuckin' sexy layin' under me, baby."

"God...Toji," Tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the pain down south. "'S too muuu-ch, too big for—Hnnngh!!" A sudden thrust of the hips has you biting down on your bottom lip.

"C'mon now, I thought I told you about that. I already let it slide once or twice." Toji places your legs on his shoulders and leans close to you, his body weight adding onto yours as the base of his cock grinds into your sex. "What's my new name, mama?"

"Ah!! I'm sorry, Daddy." The title comes through sobs.

Toji grins from ear to ear, wiping your tears with his calloused fingers. "Good girl," he kisses your forehead as you adjust to his girthy length. "So fuckin' pretty fr' Daddy." He takes your lips with his soft ones before moving his hips in a slow yet rough rhythm.

The mating press has your body submit to him, taking in his cock as it sinks deep into your swollen core. And it only gets worse when his pace gets faster, hitting your sweet spots accurately. At this rate, you're bound to cum earlier than necessary.

Then you feel his tip abruptly touch your cervix, and the wail you let out is picked up by Toji's ears. "Oh? Think I found what I was lookin' for." His hips grind deep in you, his tip abusing your poor cervix to the point you speak in tongues. "Feelin' good, princess?"

"Fuck, Daddyyyy, please, I'm-Ahaaah, Ohhh!" His irrational pace has your brain turning to mush, his cock bullying your insides. The sound of his balls slapping against your squelching folds has you squeezing him harder. "I'm gonna cu-cumm!!"

Toji hisses into your ear, the tone of his voice dominating your senses. "Oooooh, don't grip on me like that, sweetie. Gonna end up — Mmmph! Shit, shit, shit, shit...Gonna give you a baby."

You reach to cup his face through watery eyes glazed in a haze. "Please, Daddy, I want it," You know you're talking nonsense, but why care when you're feeling this fucking good. "Inside, I want it, inside!"

"Heh, be careful with what you wish for, mama." He kisses you again as his hips become erratic, and he moves a hand to your clit and pinches it, whining into your mouth when you're cunt clutches onto him one final time.

You cum around his cock and push your head back on the pillows, your gushy walls spasming around his length, prompting Toji to cum inside you after a few more thrusts. You two moan into each other's mouths, riding each other's high until your bodies calm down.

The two of you pant heavily once the kiss is broken apart, and his deep emerald orbs take in your dazed expression. He smiles when he notices drool on the side of your mouth, using a thumb to wipe it off for you.

"My sweet darlin'," Toji kisses your cheek and sighs deeply into your embrace. "You're too good fr' me, baby."

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"Did I say that I want your babies?"

You're resting with Toji, your head relaxed on his chest as you sit between his legs. The television in the bedroom plays an episode of a sitcom, anything for you two to look at and enjoy a moment of peace together.

He snickers at your question, his chest rising and falling as you lay on him feels nice. "Yeah, you kinda did."

"Wow, that sex must've screwed something up in my head."

"Yeah, my dick had you wanting to risk it all." He snorts when you playfully hit his arm. "Don't worry, we can find some plan b in the morning."

Turning to face Toji, still watching TV, you furrow your brows. "We? What about work?"

"I have tomorrow off. It's your last day, and I don't feel like going back to work, or else I'll be sour all fuckin day. Much rather spend it with you than with some morons."

You look at Toji for a little longer before you smile and kiss his cheek, catching the older man off guard as you nestle into his warm body. "Thank you, Toji. For everything."

The thanks carry a deeper meaning. Not a single ounce of doubt clouds your mind now that you've gotten the closure you wanted. Thinking about how your life brought you to this moment, you're happy with your decision to pursue this relationship and more. And it's thanks to this man for making it possible.

Toji still stares at you before he scoffs and kisses your temple.

"No problem, kiddo."

Sobbing

Screaming

Crying

Throwing up

…..

WHY DOES SKIP AND LOAFER HAVE TO BE NEWWWWW I WANT MORE NYOWWWWWWWW

The biting section!!!!!! ESPECIALLY WITH KENMA, MIDORIA, MEGUMI, AND ALL THE OTHER SWEET BOYS!!!!!!

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒?

bitting: he loves marking your body, whether you two are doing nothing, but standing in line or doing the do. he’s always bitting your shoulders, upper neck and thighs, but it's mainly to keep himself from moaning or whimpering too loud.

“haah.” groaning in your ear with your body at maxium arch, continuously hitting against your cervix. "so much." whinny moans slipping past your lips within each second as your body jolted near the head board, "take it for me baby." he groaned in a low tone against your neck, thrust becoming harsher than before, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he lost control over his voice. "f-fuuck fuck." whining into your neck while his thrusts became sloppier, legs quivering as pleasure flooded your core. "bouta cum.. i-inside." a lovely tone left his voice before feeling warmth hover over your neck as you felt a hot stinging sensation. "mmmphm." a broken moan left your throat as strings of groans muffled against your neck.

— kenma, ARMIN, jean, sugawara, akashi, goshiki, MEGUMI, inumaki, yuta, takeda, midoriya

hickies: simply because he loves the seeing his marks on your body, basically telling anyone who glances in your direction that your already taken and that someone being him. he doesn't get off more than just admiring the marks alongside your neck and reminiscing on how they got there.

"just like that sweet girl." his hands placed on your waist bouncing you up and down his cock, heated bodies bumping against each other. "ahh fuuck." sweet moans left your lips as you threw you head back exposing the naked skin of your neck, inviting his tongue to glid across your skin as he began thrusting into your your pussy, repeatedly grinding against that sweet spot inside you while still bouncing you up and own. hips connecting as your tight cunt squeezed around him. "feels that good, yeah?" his mouth latched onto your skin once against as your insides began to turn, creaming on his dick.

— tsukishima, kuroo, KIRISHIMA, bakugo, iwazumi, ukai, geto, TOJI, eren, reiner, matsukawa, hawks, gojo, ace, CROCODILE, oikawa, suna, miya twinss, KID, ace

bitting & hickies: whatever comes to him in the moment happens. it's almost like an instict for him, but either way he loves marking your body with his mouth.

— TENDOU, denki, sukuna, aone, yamamoto, bokuto, sukasa, LUFFY, zoro

an: I’ll proofread tmrw!! sorry if there’s mistakes xx

ⓘ this user has Charlie Cox brainrot

How the official jjk s2 character art feels

Noot noot 😏

D is for -I know your dirty little secret!

Dirty Secret- I refuse to apologies for this! I DARE you to tell me you wouldn’t :P

Very smutty 18+

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Here's a daydream I've had if it helps the brain work

Morpheus and his wife(who's fae) are captured together but under the advice of the Corinthian robert separates them and give morpheus wife to he's friend binding her in a way similar to how Calliope was kept the man who took her and she gets pass down by each generation as a fae that brings good fortune and wealth and when morpheus escapes he comes and finds her with some of that protective and possessiveness. Not a request but and idea I've been dieing to share

Okay okay I was just gonna comment a bit but this somehow turned into full-blown headcanons so yeah I guess it did get the brain working🤣 Thanks for sharing your daydream anon! Here are a few thoughts it gave me:

Warning: mentions of blood and being held captive, overall angst

The magic drains you of power as well when you are captured, but you still struggle to curl around Morpheus when Roderick pulls the cape off him. Trying to cover as much of his naked body as you can, protect him from all the cruel stares

In his weakened state, Morpheus tries to hold onto you while Roderick's men take you away from him. But he doesn't have the strength to stand, let alone stop them from lifting you out of the binding circle and taking you God knows where

Years later, when Jessamy comes to rescue him, he knows there's no way she could break the glass around him. He opens his mouth to speak for the first time in years, and the first thing he wants to tell his raven is to go and find you, see if there is any way that she could free you (because he's sure you're still imprisoned, otherwise you wouldn't have thought twice before coming back for your husband)

But before he can say anything to Jessamy, there's a gunshot and a splash of blood

And now his loss is double

A terrible thought begins to haunt him, than you might have had the same fate. He knows the humans would rather keep you for their own gain than kill you, but he also knows how irrational and cruel they can be. What if...?

He can't allow himself to think of it. Standing still and silent in a glass cage for over a decade is torture enough. Imagining you meeting the same end as Jessamy would drive him to despair

When Morpheus finally, finally escapes, the first thing he does in Alex's dream is demand to know where they took you. Once he has the answer and condemns Alex to an eternal nightmare, he wills himself into your "owner's" mansion

He barely has the strength to punish those who hurt you, but of course he doesn't show it. He's every bit as terrifying to them, if not more so than he was with Alex (I mean we know what he was like with Madoc, no one gets to hurt his lover without suffering the consequences)

When he gets to you, you're not even conscious. You rarely are these days, after having your energy constantly drained for the past century so others could thrive

It's the most horrible sight Morpheus has seen since Jessamy's mangled body - his wife, his queen, his love, barely breathing on some filthy basement floor. After a hundred years without you, after a hundred years without anyone, he yearns to wrap you in his arms. But you look so frail, he barely dares to brush his fingers over your cheek

He uses the last of his strength to bring you both back to the Dreaming. Being transported to another plane is what makes you open your eyes

In your years of captivity, there had been so many moments of pure exhaustion where you could have sworn you heard your husband's deep voice, that you were waking up to his tender touch and the soft sheets of the bed you shared, back in your palace - always a beautiful, cruel illusion

So, when you see him again, you don't even believe it. He's finally with you after all this time, and you're looking at him like he's some kind of ghost conjured up by your broken mind

Lucienne is there, too, her eyes brimming with tears as she offers to help her King and Queen stand

But Morpheus refuses to move. He lies there on the ground with you, holding your face in his hands and murmuring to you over and over again that it is over and he is real and that you are home

And you finally realize this is not the perfect dream your mind usually creates to escape your tragic reality. There is no warmth, no royal bed. The Morpheus before you... his eyes are tired, drained, and there's dirt clinging to his alabaster skin, the dirt you had both unceremoniously landed in

It is real. It is home.

The moment that sinks in, you're pulling him to you with desperate arms, sobbing both your relief and a century of despair into his chest

And he finally gets to hold you to him so tightly, no mere human would be able to breathe were they in your shoes

He rarely shows such emotion towards you in the presence of others, but Lucienne is his most trusted subject

And truth be told, in this moment, his entire realm could be watching and he wouldn't deny you his embrace

Each one of your tears burns him

And he swears right then and there that he will never allow you to get hurt again

Do I need more angst in my life? No. Am I loving the fictional angst? Yesssss

Can't guarantee I'll elaborate so much on each one but Morpheus thoughts are welcome in my inbox!

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How to ruin a Dream Lord's proposal (and get away with it) (Morpheus x Reader)

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral!reader

Summary: Matthew finds out Morpheus plans to propose to you... on your first date. Given what happened to the last poor soul who said no when Dream popped the big question, Matthew and the others are understandably concerned for you. Because there's no way you'd wanna marry a guy you haven't even started dating yet, right?

Right??

Warnings: Morpheus is a menace when it comes to relationships (just ask Nada), reader is out of their goddamn mind, what Matthew has seen cannot be unseen (I'm being an idiot but you're safe guys, the only real warning is some suggestive stuff towards the end)

Word count: ~3K

A/n: This fic is kind of a sequel to these headcanons but makes sense on its own. It's also just an excuse for me to have a little fun with these characters, so please don't take it too seriously😅

Thank you @thegreatestsandwich and @layla2-49 for inspiring this crazy idea😘

***

"Guys, we have a bit of an emergency," Matthew announced, flying into the library and settling on the cluttered table. The conversation between Lucienne and Mervyn halted.

"What happened?" the librarian frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes and no. Depends. Well…"

"Well, get on with it," Mervyn crossed his arms when Matthew couldn't seem to articulate whatever had him so on edge. "Whatever it is, I'm sure Loosh can fix it."

"...yeah, not this one," Matthew said. "The boss is gonna take y/n to Fiddler's Green today and - caw! - he's gonna propose."

"Oh, dear," Lucienne sighed, putting down the book she was holding. Mervyn, on the other hand, shrugged.

"So? Good for him, they've been courting forever."

"No, they haven't," Matthew's voice rose in pitch. "Y/n doesn't even know he's in love with them!"

"Really? 'Cause they seem awfully close to me."

"Yes, but his Lordship has yet to make the full extent of his feelings known," Lucienne explained. She turned to Matthew, giving him a pointed look from behind her glasses. "He's changed considerably these past few years. I don't think y/n will end up being another Nada, but if they refuse, they should at least be warned to do it… gently."

"If? Of course they'll refuse!" Matthew burst out. "Who in their right mind would say yes to that on a first fucking-?"

"Say yes to what?"

Another caw! shot out of Matthew when he realized that shit, you were behind him. Probably having just fallen asleep and dreamed your way to the library, as you often did.

"H-Hi! Um, we were just… wow," he lost his trail of thought as he turned around as saw you. "You sure went to sleep in fancy wear tonight."

Usually, you ended up wearing the same clothes in your dreams as you did when you went to bed - at least since Morpheus had started allowing you to be lucid and visit his palace, rather than constantly drift in and out of random fantastic scenarios. So you'd gotten used to falling asleep in something a bit more street-appropriate than pyjamas. But tonight… yes, your bedtime routine had looked like getting ready for a night out rather than just going to sleep.

You felt a little bashful about it now that you were standing like that in front of Matthew, Lucienne and Mervyn.

"Actually, um… Lord Morpheus invited me to join him in Fiddler's Green tonight. And he was quite… formal about it, so… I don't know, I'm probably getting ahead of myself, but I'm pretty sure it's a date," you finished with a breathy chuckle, still unable to wrap your mind around the foreign idea. To be honest, you'd been a little fuzzy in the head ever since the Lord of Dreams had so gracefully extended the invitation, with a kind of rare eagerness dancing in his eyes that made you weak in the knees.

Your enthusiasm somewhat wavered, though, when you realized everyone was too busy staring at you uncomfortably to actually say something.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Self-conscious all of a sudden, you threw a glance downward at yourself. "Is it too much? Is it too little? Shit, it's too little, isn't it? I mean, he's the King of Dreams, I should have dressed for a royal ball or something-"

"No! No, y/n, you…" Lucienne finally spoke. She moved a bit closer to you, her tense expression allowing for a warm smile. "You look gorgeous, dear. We're only a little concerned that… You see, his Lordship can get a little carried away when it comes to such matters. We thought it best to prepare you in case he might be a bit too… forward in his declarations."

"Forward as in…?"

"He's gonna ask you to marry him," Matthew blurted out.

You blinked at him. Slowly.

"... what? How-how do you…? Did he say that?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Word for word."

Your mind kind of just… took a quick sabbatical.

"I know, it's nuts," Matthew went on over your stunned silence. "I mean, you'd think he'd know better than to pop the big question on the first date, but you know what he's like. We couldn't just let you get blind-sided like that, especially 'cause… well, he doesn't take rejection too well. I mean, I know you have feelings for him and all that, but you still gotta be careful how you break it to him that you're not ready for all that other stuff just yet- Hey, where you going? Y/n?"

He didn't get an answer, because you'd already turned on your heel and were rushing out of the library. Not long after, the door slammed shut behind you.

Lucienne sighed sympathetically. "Poor thing. You could have been a bit more gentle delivering the news, Matthew."

If he still had nails, Matthew would have been biting them nervously. "Guys… you don't think they ran away for good, do you?"

"Don't just stand there, fly after them and get them to come back!" Mervyn snapped. "You think his Lordship is in a foul mood when he gets rejected? Wait till he gets stood up."

And you're the one responsible for it.

The terrifying thought was enough for Matthew to spread his wings and shoot off the table to find you.

***

Distances were tricky in the Dreaming. It seemed that the more eager you were to reach a certain place, the closer it felt - or was. There wasn't much difference between the two in dreams.

So, it didn't exactly surprise Matthew that when he found you, you were already where you wanted to be. What did make him raise a non-existent eyebrow, though, was the fact that that place was Fiddler's Green.

Aka where Lord Morpheus was currently sprinkling sand on the field, ensuring that even more of the wonderfully-scented flowers bloomed in its wake as he awaited your arrival. While sunlight had been pouring into the library through the high, stained-glass windows, Fiddler's Green was bathed in the silver glow of a starlit sky. The Dream Lord sure wasn't sparing any efforts to set the scene.

Too bad you were about to burst his bubble, judging by the rigid look on your face as you walked up to him.

"My Lord."

"Oh, shit," Matthew muttered under his breath as he landed on a nearby tree branch, praying to God that the leaves would be enough to shield him from his boss's sight.

Not that Morpheus was prone to notice, at the moment. All his attention was drawn to you, a hint of pleasant surprise at the corner of his lips.

"Y/n. I wasn't expecting you so early-"

"I know why you asked me to come here," you cut him off curtly.

Matthew could practically hear the sound of a scratching record as Morpheus's expression turned rigid.

"Do you now?"

"Yeah. Matthew told me."

"And just what exactly did he tell you?"

Matthew gulped at the tick in his boss's jaw. And the icy tone of voice that basically guaranteed he was in deep shit, of course.

"That you're gonna ask me to marry you. Is that true?"

For crying out loud, you sounded like you were interrogating him. As terrified as he was, Matthew braced himself for the possibility that he might have to swoop in and fall on the sword of Dream's wrath himself, should things take a turn for the worse.

It clearly took some effort for Morpheus to contain his rising anger. But, it was thankfully not directed at you, and he managed a carefully contained tone of voice.

"It was not his place to mention that, but yes. It was my intention. It is," he added a bit more softly.

For a moment, you were silent, your eyes dropping to your hands.

"He also said you're batshit crazy for doing it before we've even… you know. Dated," you went on. There was a slight waver in your voice now, probably the reason why you were more quiet than before. "Well, he didn't say it but I could tell he was thinking it."

Welp, Matthew thought. That should get him a one way ticket to the Darkness, alright.

"And, I mean, he's not wrong," you went on, raising your gaze back to Morpheus with a small scoff. "That's so… impulsive and forward and just... inappropriate, if I'm being honest. At least by human standards in this day and age."

Damn. Had you been in a duel like the one Matthew had witnessed between Dream and Lucifer, that would have been the killing blow. Not that Morpheus showed it. It wasn't hurt in his eyes as he fixed you with an unwavering stare - it was simply hard and unreadable, betraying nothing except perhaps a sense of indignation.

"I see," he rasped out. "Then I suppose I should take my leave of you before I cause you any more distress."

That was... sad, but better than what Matthew had been worried about. Morpheus was about to pass you by in long, angry strides when you rushed to stand in his way.

"No, you don't get to just put me in a position like that and leave." His annoyance was palpable, but he reluctantly stopped. "I mean… do you realize what I'm dealing with right now? Because you went and told Matthew before me, I know exactly how you feel on the subject. And now that I do, I have to do this crazy, nerve-wrecking thing that makes me wanna pass out just thinking about it. Because…"

You took a step towards him. Reached for his hand, but changed your mind last minute with a slight shake of your head. Then took a calming breath and looked up into his eyes, which were now watching you with a spark of curiosity that was almost enough to melt the ice, your voice barely above a murmur as a nervous smile kept threatening to tug at your lips.

"... how can I possibly not take this opportunity to be able to say that I, y/n y/l/n, a mere human… asked the Dream of the Endless himself to marry me… and he said yes?"

CAW!

(Or, in translation from bird speak, what the actual fu-!)

Matthew nearly fell off the branch. The screeching sound had just escaped his throat of its own accord.

At this point, he couldn't even give a feather that you had flinched and were now glaring up at the source of the noise, clearly having found him out.

Morpheus, on the other hand, barely batted an eye. You were the sole object of his attention as he invaded your space in one, painfully slow step. Your eyes were drawn back to his, so close you could practically drown in the endless depths of his blue irises. His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it, and as cruelly soft as the paws of a cat playing with its prey.

"And you, y/n y/l/n, a 'mere human'," he articulated each word slowly, meticulously, "would dare ask one such as I to wed you…"

The very air held its breath.

"...without a ring?"

If Matthew had a nickel for every time a marriage proposal nearly plot twisted him into a heart attack, he'd have two nickels. Which wasn't much, but it was weird it happened twice. In a row.

As for you - God, you felt like pouncing on Morpheus and melting into a puddle at the same time. You somehow managed to contain all that into a thoughtful little smile.

"Well…"

It was a long shot, but you wouldn't back out now for the world. Slowly, still holding his gaze, you reached inside the pocket of his coat with fingers that, to your surprise, were only lightly trembling. Shit, it might be in another one. Or not there at all. Maybe he planned on conjuring it out of thin air for the effect. It would be so easy to make a fool of yourself now-

There.

You found an object with what felt like corners and edges, and retrieved it from his pocket. It was only then that you looked away from Morpheus, and down at what you were now holding in your hands. Your heart threatened to dive out of your chest and straight into the little black box as you carefully opened it.

The one thing around you more beautiful than the ring inside was Morpheus himself. The jewel was discreet and elegant, a silver band with a small but gorgeous ruby. Apparently, he'd never lost his taste for that particular gem. The light reflected off its facets with an ethereal glow, and you just knew there was some magic tethered to it. A part of Morpheus himself.

What was it doing in your hands again? Oh-

"Found one."

It was far too breathless for the playful quip you intended it to be, but it earned you a cheeky lift in the corner of Morpheus's lips just the same.

"You stole one."

"You let me."

"Well, are you going to use it?" he challenged.

And you weren't one to back down, no matter how furiously your heart was rattling in your chest. But you were more than willing to get down.

On one knee.

"Dream of the Endless, King of-"

He was on you like a lion before your knee even fully touched the ground. You yelped as you fell flat on your back into the soft grass below, his hands seizing your face and his lips coming down upon yours as he pinned you beneath him. His slender figure was hard and deliciously unyielding against yours, thinly veiled hunger fueling his ardent kiss. It was a miracle your fingers somehow remained clenched around the precious ring box while you threw your arms around his neck to pull him closer, dizzy with the taste of his tongue mapping your mouth. Only when he was satisfied he had learned every inch of it as well as he knew his own palace did he release your lips.

"A ruler does not kneel in their own realm," he informed you with a satiated smirk.

He had to call you that, didn't he? As if your breath hadn't completely left you already.

"Not even to my king?" you managed to ask dreamily. Morpheus leaned into your ear.

"Only in the intimacy of our chambers."

You trembled as he gave your earlobe a gentle bite.

"S-so… should I take that as a-"

"Yes," he finally declared, pulling back to look straight into your eyes as he did. "If you'll have me."

You grinned. "That's all I want."

And you were kissing again, through your joyous laughter and that rare smile of his you felt against your lips. There was still the ring in your hand, but you simply couldn't be bothered to figure out who should put it on whose finger at this point. You let it drop as gently as you could manage to the ground, then finally got to tangle your fingers in Morpheus's pitch black hair like you've been dying to for ages. His mouth left yours to draw a sensuous trail down your jaw, kissing his way down to your neck-

…and you remembered you probably weren't alone.

"You can stop spying now, Matthew," you called out to the trees.

In poor Matthew's defence, it wasn't like he wanted to keep watching. The turn of events had just kind of… broken his mind a little, and he needed a bit of time to figure out how to rub his temples without thumbs. He hadn't recovered quite enough to trust his wings to function yet.

Morpheus begrudgingly broke away from your neck enough to raise his voice, "Unless you'd like a preview of the wedding night."

The sound of rustling leaves where Matthew shot past them followed so fast.

Still, your eyes snapped to your now-fiancee in shock.

"Morpheus! What happened to the 'intimacy of our chambers'?"

"He deserved to squirm a little. He messed with my proposal." He pretended to ponder something. "In fact, so did you."

"So? You gonna make me squirm, too?"

"Far worse than that."

Thankfully, Matthew was much too far up to hear the sounds that followed.

"I don't get paid enough for this," he muttered to himself. "I don't get paid at all."

"At least you get to fly away," the disembodied voice of Fiddler's Green grumbled on a breeze.

And fly away Matthew did. Far, far away.

***

*Cue post-credits scene*

"... and then y/n asked him to marry them!"

Lucienne nearly dropped the book she was holding. Meanwhile, Mervyn slapped his knee in disappointment.

"Ugh, I told you we should have gone with him, Loosh. Now I'll never get to see the look on boss's face."

"It's none of our business, Merv," she said, regaining her composure like the disciplined librarian she was. She stood from the table to put a few books back on the shelf. "I'm just glad their Majesties are finally happy."

"Whoa, there, easy on the titles. We don't even know if he said yes." Mervyn chuckled. "Ha! Never thought I'd say that."

"Oh, he did. Much more enthusiastically than I ever wanted to see," Matthew informed him, fighting the urge to gag. "I'm never spying on either of them again."

Sensible as ever, Lucienne insisted, "Like I said - none of our business. Now, I suggest we all go back to work. It seems we'll be busy with wedding preparations on top of our usual duties soon enough."

With that, she scooped another couple of books from the table and disappeared with them behind the shelves.

The silence only lasted a few seconds before Mervyn broke it in a hushed tone.

"So… who ended up wearing the ring?"

Matthew scoffed as quietly. "I doubt they're wearing anything right now."

"None. Of our. Business!"

***

A/n: Thank you for reading! Again, this was meant to be sort of a crackfic so don't be too hard on me pls😅 If you enjoyed please leave a comment or reblog, those are the love of my life (after Morpheus ofc)

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could you write something with morpheus and his wife?? something like an argument where he has to apologise to her like he had to to lucienne??? i saw you prefer hcs so that would be great! ty xo

ofc!! i went with a wife who's been with him since pre-canon if that's okay!

dream of the endless x fem!reader

dream doesn't enjoy fighting with you, it's not something he takes pleasure in like some of his other siblings do

that being said it does happen sometimes; all married couples fight, you two are no exception

a millennia of being together means you tend to know what the other’s opinion of something is going to be before it’s even been discussed so arguments really don’t happen that often

a century imprisoned in a basement has changed your husband though

he’s different when he returns to you, returns to the dreaming, and it no longer feels like the two of you are on exactly the same page anymore

you've seen him lose his temper at lucienne since he got back which never would've happened prior to his imprisonment and it does worry you that he's not telling you something, that his time away from the dreaming has affected him more than he'd care to admit to anyone

trying to approach the subject doesn't work, he shuts down every attempt you make to coax him into opening up to you

you can see it’s frustrating him asking him but you’re really just trying to help him, he’s never been the most open man but it feels like he’s shutting you out intentionally now and that hurts

it all comes to a head when you try and ask about jessamy for the first time in a while and he just snaps at you

you take his anger in silence, and when he looks like his anger is spent, you just leave the room. he doesn't see you again for the rest of the day

"i was wondering where you were." you look up to see your husband standing near the door leading into the library. to your slight satisfaction, he looks uncertain as to whether his presence is wanted here or not.

"i've been here all day. ask lucienne." you had been in the library all day, but you've been using your ability to manipulate the castle to keep your location within the building shifting. it's not been something you've done particularly often but it's come in use today at least.

"she declined to disclose your location to me."

"would you class that as treason?" he smiles at that and it almost feels like the old days. almost.

"for her, i'd make an exception." the two of you fall back into silence. it's strange to see dream, who's usually so sure of himself, looking dare you say nervous.

"you can sit. if you want." a chair appears in front of you, and soon you're facing your husband. he looks more relaxed now he's been invited to share space with you after avoiding him for so long.

"it was wrong of me to lose my temper with you. i know you're just trying to help my love."

"i'm your wife morpheus, you need to trust me."

"i do, and i will tell you what happened. but only when i am ready to do so."

"just let me in sometimes. that's all i ask dream."

I guess my favourite character trope is immortal, queer and not here for your bullshit?

EDIT:

When you forget about these three so they side-eye you the entire evening.

EDIT 2:

Eddie with straight hair??

I’d like to imagine he went to a barber or something after years of cutting and doing his own hair and they ended up straightening it.

Dustin hiding behind Mike as he silently judges this new style choice while mike is just like “brother?” Bc yk, bowl cut lookin ass-

Might end up redoing this so

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SOOO tempted to make an Eddie Phone theme layout

Im so fucking lazy tho-

My Adrian Chase one took so much out of me and idk if i can do that again but its Eddie Freaking Munson, so why not. 

This time imma try to make it so others can attempt to remake it on their own (photo board of pictures used and everthing) if i do it that is..... ;D

𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ~ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

strictly 18+ only // all content warnings can be found on each link

forewarning: obviously the voices aren’t going to sound exactly like the actors / characters so I’ve gone more for how the vibes and attitudes fit with the characters, you’ll just have to use your imagination tbh my darlings!!

most of these are intended for female / afab listeners

other than that go wild and happy listening my babies <3

Eddie Munson

cute goofy Eddie learning to dom

blowing shy virgin Eddie at a party

switch! Eddie wants to make you feel good

waking you up by eating you out

more switch! Eddie, dom then sub

pegging tied up Eddie

grinding on him whilst he works

Eddie being goofy and cuddly leading to a makeout session

getting fucked by the dungeon master

listening to Eddie jerk off

Steve Harrington

teasing you (fwb situation)

fucking you in a sundress in the middle of a park

jealous dom Steve

makeup sex with jealous Steve

Steve dirty talking and teasing you

voyeuristic Steve watching you get yourself off

Billy Hargrove

Billy gets you back for being a brat all day

putting you in your place (degradation)

Billy gets possessive when you wear your ex’s shirt

you get jealous so Billy reminds you you’re his

Billy’s jealous over your new roommate

Billy commanding and degrading you

Robin Buckley

friends to lovers, sharing a bed

shower sex with Robin

Robin wakes you up to fuck you

your first time with Robin

Robin helping you forget about your boyfriend

spending your day off in bed with Robin

experimenting, your first time with a girl

Robin worshipping your pussy

Nancy Wheeler

morning sex with Nancy

Nancy teaches you how to please her

more morning sex with Nancy

sharing a tent with Nancy

Nancy touching herself next to you until you wake up

Jonathan Byers

trying to be (soft) dom for the first time

needy sub Jonathan

first time with shy Jonathan

Jonathan isn’t getting the hint, so you take charge

riding devoted sub Jonathan after a stressful day

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on that note, if you find any you think would fit the characters please do feel free to send them my way so I can add them to the list!!

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Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader Pt. 2

Summary: Eddie’s been waiting all day just to see Dustin’s sister again and now hellfire has run 30 minutes late.

Warnings: fem! Reader, cursing, fluff, broken walkmans, Dustin’s dead cat is mentioned, two idiots in love, no spoilers

A/N: here’s a part two for everyone who’s been patiently waiting. I didn’t realize y’all would like the first one so much😭 much love.

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They’re running half an hour late. Eddie swears he’s tried to wrap up this campaign for the entirety of that half hour, but it’s gotten him nowhere.

“I think that’s a perfect place to leave off.” turned into “guys, we’re running late. No, I’m not late for anything. I’m just a very on schedule man, okay?” turned into “This is where we leave off! I refuse to DM any later then this very late hour of 6:30pm. Clean up your messes. Yes Gareth, I know where we’ve left off, thank you.”

So, much to the boys dismay, they clean up their messes and shove papers and dice into their binders. Not without Dustin grumbling about how they usually play well into 8 o’clock. His sister can wait another half hour. Come on!

They’re still shuffling to get everything picked up and put away when they hear a soft knocking at the door. Eddie flinches out of his skin. Gareth, who’s right next to him, looks at him startled. Who is that? There’s no one else it could be but her, all the teachers are gone and the janitor left 15 minutes ago. Oh my god, the room is still a mess. What is he going to do? His thoughts are cut off by Mike quickly opening the door-

Jesus Christ it’s just Jeff. Eddie completely forgot that he left to use the bathroom 5 minutes ago. He lets out a big breath of air in relief, slumping forward to grab the chair In front of him, and closing his eyes that are now hidden by his messy hair. He’s gotta fix that before he sees her.

Everyone’s staring at Eddie, and Jeff is paused in the doorway, hesitant to walk into the room after such a reaction from his dungeon master. What did he do?

“What.. what did I do?”

“Nothing Jeff,” Eddie waves him into the room, “we’re just cleaning up, cmon.”

He walks into the room, but not without looking at each of his party members confusedly. His gaze sticks a little longer on Gareth who’s now on the verge of tears from laughing at Eddie. Can someone tell him what’s going on?

“Did you think that was her?” Gareth manages to gasp out, he’s weak in his seat holding his stomach and wiping tears away from his lash line. His mind keeps replaying the way Eddie flinched at the thought of her seeing the room in this.. state.

Eddie promptly ignores him. He can’t get worked up right now. He’s gotta play it cool for her and he can’t do that if he’s worked up over his own party teasing him.

At the way Eddie ignores his question, Gareth is sucked into a new laughing fit so hard he fears he might start gagging. Jeff puts his hand on Gareth’s back, slowly rubbing up and down, hoping that the giggles will stop. He thinks it’s kinda.. cute.. of Eddie to be so head over heals for a girl.

“Yeah, yeah, so funny.” Eddie draws out “We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m the only one in this room with a girlfriend.”

“But.. me and Mike have girlfriends?” Dustin’s confusion has taken him so far aback, he hasn’t even realized that Eddie just said his sister was going to be his girlfriend.

That makes Eddie smile down at his DM folder he’s neatly packing up. Why does that make him smile? “Oh yeah, sure.” He lifts his eyes to Dustin’s “Except mine won’t conveniently live in another state, making it impossible for their friends to meet them.”

“Her name is Suzie, and she lives in Utah!”

“And shes hotter then Phoebe Cates?” Eddie’s hand is on his hip now.

“Yes! And she’s like really smart. She can hack into-”

Eddie shakes his head in amusement “Hey, can’t be hotter then your sister.”

Dustin gapes at him. What did Eddie just say? Mike has both hands over his mouth desperately trying not to laugh.

“You know what?” Dustin turns on his heel offended, and walks out the club door, not even waiting for Mike to catch up.

“Shit,” Eddie scrambles for his stuff. Before he leaves the room he runs his hands trough his hair, using a prop mirror to push his bangs into place, and smooths down his shirt. He will not have a remake of lunch.

He’s practically tripping over his feet to keep up with Dustin, who’s setting an imposible pace trying lose Eddie. He’s yelling apologies through the hall “I was joking! Kid! It as a joke, im sorry!” He doesn’t sound sorry though, he sounds like he’s about to bust out laughing.

When they push through those large high school doors, she’s the only in the big empty parking lot. She’s sitting on the hood of her car messing with something in her hands, while Sweet Leaf plays loudly in her car. Sweet Leaf. My God, he’s in love.

She hears the doors open and snaps her head up like she’s been expectantly waiting for something. Or someone.

She’s not wearing her cheer uniform anymore, just a large Back to The Future tee shirt Robin bought her and Steve as an inside joke (she’s been using it as a sleep shirt, but she was in a rush to get to Dustin), and denim shorts. Her hair looks like it’s in the process of drying. Did she take a shower? Also why does he suddenly have the urge to see her in his own shirt?

The “Dusty!” she yells out is wobbly like she’s holding something in, and he can hear the upset laced through it. He thinks he must’ve heard her wrong. That is until he sees her watery eyes and furrowed brows, and realizes he didn’t at all.

Dustin immediately thinks the worst, rushing over to her. They didn’t kill all the demodogs? Russians are back in Hawkins? No it’s not that, she’s handing him something. What is she handing him? Her.. walkman?

Even though she scared the shit out of him, he try’s not to get upset with her. Her Walkman was a gift from Steve and she treats it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, she’s never let him touch it either. Is it broken?

“You scared the shit outta me.” He breathes out, winded from running through the parking lot.

She looks genuinely sorry. “I’m sorry dusty,” She’s had that tight feeling in her throat since 5:30 when she got out the shower and saw her mothers cat treating her most beloved Walkman like a cat toy. The talking gives into her tight throat and she lets out a quiet sob. Oh, Eddie’s heart just broke a little. She sticks her Walkman in Dustin’s hands, “look.”

“Why are you handing me this?”

“Click play.”

“Oh.”

Her Walkman won’t play when he clicks the button.

“And! My Master of Reality cassette is stuck in there!”

Dustin frowns, “You love that cassette.”

“It’s my favorite one!” She sobs, dropping her head into her hands. She doesn’t fight the crying anymore. Only, she’s being so quiet that the only reason Eddie can tell she’s crying is because of how hard her shoulders are shaking. He wants to hug her so bad. So bad.

Dustin fiddles with it for a moment, bringing it up to his eye to look at it closer, before looking up at her and asking “what happened?”

She treats this thing like gold, she couldn’t have been the one to do this.

“Tews, that stupid fucker. I came into my room and he was tossing it around like it was a play toy. I thought maybe you could fix it”

Dustin’s just trying to distract her enough to quiet her sobs, he really doesn’t know if he can fix this, but worst case scenario he’d ask Steve if he would buy her a new one. And he would! Matter of fact, if Steve knew that this one was broken right now he’d insist on buying her a new one instead of Dustin fixing it himself.

“I hate that new cat,” another choked sob “I miss mews so much” now Dustin doesn’t know if she’s still crying about her Walkman or if she’s accidentally made herself start crying over their dead cat. That poor mangled cat.

Eddie thinks he hears her whisper out “so mangled” and wonders what the hell happened to their last cat. I mean mangled?

“I know, I know” he’s still fiddling with it. She looks like she wants to object when he starts softly hitting it, but she doesn’t.

“I liked Dart more than I like Tews. Dart’s face opens up, he’s a carnivore, and Tews is somehow still meaner!” She sniffles a little while Dustin nods, too engrossed with trying to see what’s wrong with the Walkman. “What was the candy you gave Dart down there??” down where? Eddie’s so confused. “Was it a.. Nougat?” Dustin nods again.

“Nougat! I’m gonna go back down there with a Nougat and bribe dart to come back up and kill Tews the way he killed Mews”

What? Okay. Now they’ve really lost Eddie. He looks over at Mike, expecting his confusion to be mirrored on the younger boys face. Why does Mike look like he understands what they’re talking about? What the hell?

Dustin let’s out a strangled laugh like he’s startled and pats her knee, “I think I’ll be able to fix it.”

She gasps, wiping the tears off her face harshly, “really?”

Dustin nods, “I might even be able to save Master of Reality.”

She hops of the car quickly and throws her arms around him ecstatic. Eddie hears a quiet chant of thank you’s. He could laugh at how quickly her mood changed. Like a mood ring in a warm fist he thinks. When she pulls away she remembers her promise of dinner and says “you guys are getting extra fries tonight.”

The excitement that bursts from the two youngest boys has her in wet laughs. She turns to Eddie and swears she has a heart attack when she realizes that he’s there too. When did he get there? Did he see her crying? Oh Christ she’s mortified.

“You can come too, if you want I mean. You don’t have to come if you don’t want-“

The boys excitement dies down quickly. Well, Dustin’s does. Mike still has a grin on his face. Before Dustin can object, Eddie rushes out “I want to come! I’ll come, if you want me to?”

“I want you to come.. if you want to come.”

A loud laugh bubbles out of him, startling her into a nervous laugh. They’re just repeating the same thing over and over. “Yeah, I want to come. But my car-“ he points behind him dramatically, smiling at her “is alllll the way back there. Do you wanna meet there?”

Her words mix and muddle with Dustin’s, as he says “no” and she says “yes” at the same time, but he wasn’t listening to Dustin. He was listening to her.

“Ok! Cool! So I’ll just-“ he makes to walk towards his car.

“We haven’t told you where we are eating yet?”

“Oh-“ he laughs a little, looking away to cover up his bright cheeks, just in case the dark of this cold fall night doesn’t. That’s actually a really good excuse. His face is just really.. really cold right now? Jesus Christ. “What- where are we gonna eat?”

She turns and gives an expectant look to where her brother just was, but he’s.. gone? She spins a full 360 looking for him and quickly realizes that he’s sitting in the dark car with Mike. He just really couldn’t stand to watch them stumble around each other any longer.

She lets out a breath of a laugh, and Eddie can see it in the cold air. “Jesus. he’s- he’s something.”

She walks up to the window and crouches so she can motion for him to roll the window down. When he does he looks severely unimpressed, arms crossed and looking cross himself. “What d’you and Mike want for dinner, Spock?”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing and says “You seem very in the mood for Enzo’s”

“Har har, very funny. What do you want for dinner Mike?”

“The diner on curly?”

“Perfect, thank you.”

She gets up and walks back to Eddie, feeling more prepared. “We’re gonna go to the diner on curly, do you know where that is?”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, pretty”

He didn’t mean to say that. He really didn’t mean to say that. Oh my god. What’s wrong with him? It wasn’t him being smooth, it was him having no filter! I need to buy a filter he thinks.

Meanwhile, her heart soars. He thinks I’m pretty?? She smiles so hard, so quickly, she turns her entire head away to look behind her.

He was hurriedly looking for any emotion he could find on her face, but when he sees her look away to hide that ever growing smile, he feels sweet relief. Suddenly he’s bursting with pride. Maybe he is smooth.

He’s smiling wide when she turns her head back to look at him, and she feels she needs to look away again just to escape his pretty smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there, Eddie.” She can’t even say it to his face, his attractiveness is blinding her.

He watches her quickly turn towards her car and climb in, before turning towards his own car himself. The smile never leaves his face.

He really needs to ask that girl out on a proper date.

Who wants a pt 3?

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 3k celebration edition !! ࿐ྂ

-> first of all, thank you so much for 3k! I’m very grateful and I love u all. these are nsfw audios I found that sound similar to the stranger things characters.

-> this list will be updated if i find more + let me know if you have any that i can add ! (can be any character of age)

includes: steve harrington, eddie munson, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, 001/peter ballard

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one | two | three | four | five

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ billy hargrove

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dirty, dirty girl / eddie munson

one shot

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw (buckle up): smut w/ fluffy ending, cursing, daddy!kink, master!kink, petnames (kitten, babygirl, etc), lingerie, oral (m&f), face fucking, cum eating/cum play, orgasm denial, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickies, biting, little bit og blood, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, breeding kink, slight bondage (belt as handcuffs), rough dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (i think that's it but i could be wrong)

this is over 8k words... enjoy you filthy people.

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch.

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“robin, you’re sure?” you ask, nervously tapping your toe as you stand in the checkout line. robin rolls her eyes, shoving the lingerie into your grasp.

once she makes sure you’ve took hold she cross her arms. “as your only lesbian friend, i can assure you i’m sure you will look insanely hot in this. eddie is going to blow his load in his pants at the sight of you,” robin reassures with a smile. 

you sigh, nervously rubbing the thin lace between your fingers. “and the colors okay?” you ask insecurely.

robin nods, grabbing your shoulder. “black is sexy on everyone, y/n, plus the one we chose is particularly… out there? hot? so i don’t think color would matter anyway. but i mean, it is eddie, isn’t his favorite color black?” robin says.

“red, actually. but all their red options were too bright for what he likes,” you say and shrug. now you were next in line. robin gives you one last reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before you place the three piece set on the victoria’s secret counter. “you said we can get stockings at jcpenney, right?” you ask robin who nods. you pay for the pricey undergarments before you and robin head to get the rest of eddie’s birthday gifts.

a few days later and it’s eddie’s twenty-first birthday. luckily, he decided against getting super drunk that day and spent it with all of your guy’s combined friends. he knew he didn’t have to but he was more than excited for some good birthday sex and wanted to remember it all. 

the thing about you and eddie’s relationship was that even though you’d been together for about a year now, he still refused to get too rough with you during sex. he’d told you many times you were too innocent and he didn’t want to ruin that or go too far. but you knew he was holding back, and you were pretty damn tired of him treating you like a feather in the bedroom. he barely let you ride him it was that bad. 

he closed the door to your new apartment and immediately you were slammed against it as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you let it go for a minute before interrupting. “wait, i have a gift for you,” you say, stroking his cheek.

eddie gives you a goofy smile, his childish side showing through. “but, babygirl, you already gave me my presents,” he says in slight confusion. you shake your head no and give him a nervous smile.

“i have one more,” you mutter and grab his hand, leading him to your couch. “sit here and wait. i need a couple minutes,” you push him down on the couch. you smooth down his hair, admiring his excited smile and placing a kiss on his forehead. eddie waits pretty impatiently as it takes you a whole five minutes to get whatever it was that his gift was. he swears to god if it’s an animal after he’d told you no…

meanwhile you tried psyching yourself up as you slid your jeans back on over the lingerie. this was quite nerve wracking for you, but it was something you knew eddie was going to love. you pulled your shirt back on over your head and took a deep breath. you didn’t look any different except your socked feet were now engulfed by dark black thigh highs instead. you recalled robin’s words from this morning, telling you to just dance and feel yourself how you would if you were in your room alone. so, here goes nothing.

eddie whipped around at the sound of your bedroom door opening and furrowed his brows when he saw nothing in your hands. he watched you expectantly as you walked towards the record player. “baby, i’m confused,” he states, watching as you picked out the record he had recently been oodly obsessed with. 

you chew on your lip as you set it up. “you can’t make fun of me,” you mumble, turning up the volume so the track would play loudly. 

“i would never, but what is this-” he’s cut off by the opening words of pour some sugar on me by def leppard filling your guy’s home. he watches as you turn and nervously walk towards him as the instrumental begins. “babe?” he questions. you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. 

“shut up,” you mumble as you try to transport yourself back to your childhood bedroom, dancing around your room as if you could ever be as confident as the strippers in the movies. you pretend eddie isn’t even there and begin to let your hips move to the music, easing into it.

eddie watches you curiously, not understanding what was going on. he watches your hips carefully and then your hands as you begin sliding them up your body sensually. “oh my god,” eddie mumbles, eyes popping out of his head as he realizes what you’re doing. your hands grope at your own breasts as you try and move your hips more harshly to the beat and eddie feels his mouth fall open in shock. your hands travel down, sliding over your stomach and towards your core as eddie wishes your hands were his own. you don’t know how slow or fast you’re supposed to take this, but you know you're anxious to see eddie’s reaction to your lingerie. 

you let your hands drag your shirt up, revealing the black lace of the garter belt you’re wearing before letting it fall again. eddie gaps at you, and you finally find the courage to open your eyes and glance at him. he was sat with his knees apart, elbows resting on his thighs as his full attention was on every small movement of your body. you feel a burst of confidence as you pull your shirt all the way up to right under your breasts, shimmying your hips and dropping down a little bit. he sucks in a breath, embarrassed to be already getting hard. after teasing your shirt, you finally pull it off and throw it to the side. “holy fuck,” eddie grunts, you smirking at him as you start to run your hands over the exposed lace.

you start at the shoulders, running your fingers down the strap until it divides into two, showing the open expanse of the tops of your tits. you trail your fingers over the top of the lace cup that begins right above your nipples, letting them fall to circle your hardening nipples a few times. your soft touch traces the under wire, emphasizing your boobs even more to him before your fingers flutter over the frayed edges. you turn in a slow circle, using a swivel of your hips to stick your ass out towards him as your hands caress it. “god, y/n, you’re so fucking hot,” eddie comments, feeling like he could start drooling. you laugh at him, feeling fully relaxed and really confident in your body.

your fingertips ghost along the waistline of your jeans before dipping under. “you haven’t seen it all,” you say flirtatiously, popping the button of your jeans. eddie groans at the tone of your voice, feeling a rush of blood go to his dick. he didn’t know where this behavior was coming from, but he wasn’t complaining. he eyes the garter belt as you reveal more of it, slowly pushing down your jeans. a small expanse of your stomach is shown along with little silver rings holding together the pieces and then he sees the top of your underwear. he lets out a guttural groan at the fact he can see your freshly shaven pussy through the mesh and lace of the underwear. you smile mischievously at him as you slide them down further, showing to him where the garter belt connects to your black thigh high stockings. 

you kick the jeans to the side, running your fingers up and down your sides as you move your hips sensually. eddie’s bottom lip is stuck between his teeth as you begin to turn, a moan leaving his lips as he sees it's a thong you’re wearing. he’d never seen you wear one of those before. when you turn back to him he holds up his hand. “pause, i need a closer look,” he says, his eyes dark and full of desire. you stand patiently waiting for him as he stands and begins walking towards you.

you eye his bulge and feel a strike of pride run through you. “did i make you hard? daddy?” you ask innocently, causing eddie to stop in his tracks. his mouth goes dry and he blinks a couple times. 

“what did you just call me?” he asks, voice hoarse. 

you shrug, fighting back a big smile. “daddy? is that okay? or would you rather me call you master?” you ask and eddie’s eyes flutter shut. “oh, so master?” you tease.

he takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth before beginning to stalk towards you. “both do the job,” he mutters, beginning to circle you as if he was a lion and you were a poor, helpless gazel. he closely inspects every strap, design, and location of the lingerie as he gets to your back side. he squats down, grabbing your ass cheeks in his hands without warning. you smile, figuring he hasn’t yet realized one of the most important parts. you shuffle your feet farther apart and then bend down slowly. eddie gasps as his eyes come in contact with your bare cunt. your thong was crotchless. “fuck, kitten, are you trying to kill me?” he asks, massaging your ass in his big palms as he thinks about leaning forward and licking your awaiting pussy. 

you giggle innocently and stand back up. “it’s so you can fuck me in it,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie feels as though he could ascend straight to heaven right then and there. “go sit, i’m not done,” you say, turning to face him. he looks up at you for a moment before standing. he wanted to go full dom on you so bad, but he’d never done that before. he was afraid of corrupting you, or scaring you with how rough he wanted to be. but how you were acting right now made him think maybe you wanted it.

he goes back to his seat on the couch, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling as his cock strained against his pants. you dance around the living room a bit more before making your way over to him. you rest your hands on his shoulders, rolling your own as you press your breasts closer to his face. he sucks in a breath and then you’re turning, squatting down to rub your ass along his lap. you sway with the music still before pushing yourself forward, holding his knees for support as you dipped up and down, sticking your ass out to him and shaking it once in a while. eddie kept quiet, drinking you in as he thought. he’d never seen this side of you, he didn’t even know it existed. 

when you turned back to face him you poked his shoulder, causing him to place his hands behind him so you could crawl on his lap. “babygirl, do you know how sinful you look right now? fuck, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he tells you, one hand grabbing your hip and stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. he tried his best to ignore the fact that your bare pussy was hovering over him, but you made that impossible when you dropped to grind on him. you tangled your hands in his hair for support as you swivel your hips and grinded against his jean covered dick. 

“do you like your birthday present so far, eds?” you ask, pulling his hair to get him to look at your eyes for a moment and not your body. 

so many things came to his mind as he hissed in slight pain from his scalp. “so far?” he questioned, digging his thumb into the soft skin of your hip. you moaned, causing eddie to rub harsh circles.

“you gotta fuck me still,” you comment, one hand traveling to his chin to turn it to the side. eddie sat up a bit, bringing his other hand to rest on the back of your head as you began pressing kisses to and nipping at his throat. 

he closes his eyes, feeling hornier than a virgin watching porn for the first time. “you did all this for me? i didn’t even know you liked this type of stuff, kitten,” he observes, massaging your scalp slightly. 

you hummed against his throat, still sucking a love bite into it. “you never asked,” you mumbled into his skin before moving to the other side to start another hickey. eddie frowns slightly at that, and pulls you away from his neck.

“well, what do you like?” he asks.

you shake your head no and run your hands up and down his chest. “i don’t know for sure yet. but it’s your birthday, and i want to do what you like. i know you hold back all the time, but i want you to let go this time. go full out, please, i want it,” you say, staring in his eyes.

eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “babygirl, my full out may be too much for you,” he says, rubbing your back.

you shrug and lean back in to suck another bruise into his neck. “we don’t know until we try,” you say as the last beats of the song fade out behind you. 

“you’re sure?” eddie asks hesitantly.

you pull back to look into his eyes, hoping it motivates him enough. “yes, master. i’m sure i want you to fuck me and be rough and not hold back. i want it so bad,” you say and eddie lets out an involuntary groan.

he purses his lips and takes another breath. “you have no idea what you’re getting into, i could hurt you,” he says.

you shrug, grabbing a piece of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “maybe i want to get hurt,” you say and eddie looks at you sternly. “what if we have a safeword? you go all out, and if it gets too much for me i’ll say it so we can stop and figure out what went wrong. that make you feel better?” you question. eddie debates in his head for a moment and then nods. 

“apple, say apple if it gets to be too much,” he confirms and you nod. 

you lean down, eddie tipping his head back as you bite into his throat. he strokes your hair as you do so, thinking of all the things he could do to you. when you pulled away he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. “do you wanna do this out here… or should we go to our room?” you asked, hoping he would chose the bedroom. 

he pushed himself off the couch, causing you to squeal and cling to him as he carried you to your room. he threw you on the bed roughly causing you to gasp in surprise. “you want no filter right? anything i want?” he asks in an almost angry sounding voice. he pulls off his leather jacket, throwing it down before going for his shirt. you nod, moving your thighs together as you feel yourself becoming wet enough for it to leak to your inner thighs. he chuckles darkly as he undoes his belt and button, shaking his head and pushing his jeans off. as usual, he didn’t have any underwear on. 

he crawls on the bed and hovers over you. “guess it’s time we go over some rules, yeah?” he asks, pushing some hair behind your ear. he watches your wide eyes look at him expectantly. “oh god, you have no idea how long i’ve been thinking these out for you,” he huffs, in awe that this was actually happening. he leaned down, finally pressing his lips to yours once more. he holds himself up on his fists as your fingers find their way to his hair.

you moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue across your bottom lip, opening your mouth. your tongues fight around each other, small moans leaving each of you. eddie finally pulls away causing you to sigh. “rule one, only refer to me as master. or daddy, if you like that,” he says, kissing your forehead. “two, don’t cum until i say so,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “three, do as you’re told, always,” and he’s kissing your other cheek. “four, no complaining. because master is being so nice to pleasure you,” his voice now getting lower and he also lowers himself to kiss your jaw. “five, no touching yourself unless i tell you to. that’s what i’m here for,” he kisses just above your breasts. you let out a shaky moan as his fingers begin trailing along the side of your thigh. “six, always use your words and make noise. daddy wants to hear how good he makes you feel,” his lips kissing on your stomach. “and seven, know you’ll have to accept whatever punishment i give you if you disobey,” he finishes, kissing the top of your mound that was covered by mesh. “you understand?” he asks, leveling his face with your pussy and stroking your thigh comfortingly. 

you nod, taking a deep breath. eddie raises his brows, no way you’d forgotten already. he digs his nails into your thigh, pinching it hard enough to make you yelp in pain. “y-yes, master,” you say shakily, spreading your legs for him as you realize you enjoyed the pain. 

eddie gives you an evil smirk before responding with, “there you go, kitten.” then, he’s diving down and going straight for your clit, not easing you into it at all. you gasp, head falling back as his lips wrap around your clit and suck it into his mouth. eddie had eaten you out a multitude of times, but he was always so slow and gentle. this new way had you melting though, you were going to get addicted. 

he loves how you’re reacting, basically making out with your soaked clit. “so wet for me,” he mumbles before diving back in and flicking his tongue through your folds. you hum, muscles clenching at how good he was making you feel. “you taste like heaven,” he says, pulling back to blow on your clit and watch you twitch. he chuckles, licking a strip over your clit and blowing on it again, causing you to spasm. “ironic, for such a dirty, dirty girl to taste so heavenly,” he smirks, watching you whine.

“master, please,” you huff, reaching for him.

“ah-ah, kitten, hands down. now, what are you pathetically begging for?” he asks, licking your clit quickly. 

you squirm at his short, spaced out licks as he waits for you to talk. “please don’t make me say it,” you whine, embarrassment flooding your features.

eddie hums in disapproval, pulling back slightly. “isn’t using your words a rule, babygirl?” he taunts. 

you huff, gathering your bearings before looking up to make eye contact with him. “make me cum… on your tongue, master, please,” you whine, your face heating up in embarrassment.

eddie’s eyes sparkle at you using such a vulgar phrase. “awe, babygirl wants me to eat her pussy until she cums, huh?” he teases, resituating himself.

you nod desperately, gripping the sheets in your fists. “yes, daddy, please,” you gasp as eddie latches on to your pussy once again. he scoots down, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders to get a better angle. he begins teasing your entrance with his tongue, loving the way your squirm underneath him. your hips buck towards him, a whimper leaving your lips. 

eddie gives in, beginning to fuck you with his tongue as your clit is nestled against his nose. his eyes travel up to watch you, his eyes practically forming hearts as he watches your lingerie clad breasts heave with each breath. he loves the way you taste, so sweet and musky. he’d bathe in your slick all day if he could. he let out a groan into your pussy, rutting his cock against the mattress as your moans begin increasing. he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to cum. but, this time wasn’t exactly going to be the same. he removes his tongue from your hole, moving to focus completely on your clit again, knowing that’s what finishes you off. 

“i’m gonna cum, master, fuck,” you whine as he laps at the left side of your clit since it was more sensitive. eddie picks up his pace, smirk on his face due to his plans. he sucks, and your legs begin to shake. as he hears the telltale breathy moans, he pulls away, right before you fall off the edge. you let out a cry, trying to pull your legs up to get more friction but eddie holds them tightly in place. “master, no, please,” you cry, feeling your clit throb at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

eddie laughs as you squirm, holding you in a vice grip until you stop moving. “see what happens to bad girls who don’t follow rules?” eddie asks when you flop on the bed in defeat. you whimper, grasping the sheets in discomfort. “awe, pretty girl. look at you,” eddie coos, letting up on your legs. 

you look at him with a pouted lip. “m’sorry master,” you mumble and eddie grunts, his hips involuntarily rutting against the mattress again. 

“mhm, i’m sure you are,” he tutted, digging his nails into your thighs. “you learn your lesson, kitten?” he asks, snaking a hand around to stroke your clit gently. 

your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “yes, master, mm, learned my lesson,” you mumble, hips rolling against his fingers. he removes his hand, using it to deliver a slap to your clit instead. you yelp, causing eddie to smirk.

“don’t be greedy. i’ll let you cum when i want to,” he lectures and you let out a noise of discontent. eddie smiles, ready to edge you once more. he sinks two fingers into you without warning, his cold rings a sharp contrast to your burning skin. he begins pumping them in and out of your inviting walls, watching you squirm. he watched closely as some of your arousal leaked out of you and dripped slowly down the swell of your ass and onto your shared bed. he moved up your body, kissing along as much exposed skin as he could, fingers from his other hand snapping straps and dipping under them. “you look so pretty in this. can’t believe my sweet, innocent baby got all dolled up to look like a whore for me,” he cooed mockingly causing you to whimper. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about doing this to you. tying you up, torturing you a little bit, seeing just how much you’ll let me do to your pretty little cunt before you start to cry,” eddie says, stroking your cheek bone as his fingers curl inside of you. 

“daddy,” you whisper desperately.

eddie hums, “yes, kitten?” you close your eyes as eddie’s fingers hit that special spot inside of you. 

eddie knows what he’s doing, and fuck is he loving it. “can i cum this time?” you ask in a shaky voice, eyes meeting his.

the smirk that covers his face is a cruel one, and it makes your body shudder with arousal. “i haven’t decided yet,” he comments casually, before leaning down to nuzzle his face his your neck. 

he starts with slow, sweet kisses to your neck that match the agonizing pace of his fingers, drawing moans from you as your high builds again. then out of nowhere, he bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard. your hand flies up to the back of his head as you let out a small scream of pain and tears prickle your eyes. you hated to admit that it only made the knot in your pussy tighter. eddie ran his tongue over the bite mark, soothing it. your hand was wrapped in his hair as he kissed it better. but, he wasn’t so sweet. he moved to the other side of your neck, kissing and sucking before sinking his teeth into the middle of your shoulder. 

you let out pained gasp, fist pulling eddie’s hair until he releases his teeth. he pulls back slightly to admire the small red droplets forming in the place of his teeth. he picks up the pace of his fingers before licking the crimson blood, moaning as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. you moaned in pleasure, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm built sweetly. eddie twisted his hand so his thumb could apply pressure to your clit. “master,” you gasp as eddie continues kissing your neck, your eyes screwing shut. you clenched around him, thighs beginning to tremble. you really thought he was gonna let you cum that time, really you did.

but he pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, sitting back to watch you squirm. “no,” you cried, a couple tears falling from your eyes. eddie smiles, leaning forward slightly to watch your tear filled eyes. 

“kitten, you cried faster than i thought,” he observed, using his thumb to swipe the salty drop away. you whimpered, trying to clamp your legs together but you couldn’t. “mm, poor thing. i promise you can cum next time,” he coos, wiping stray hairs from your face. too bad you still didn’t know what he had in store for you. he gets off the bed and starts looking around on the floor.

“wh-what are you doing, master?” you ask, pushing yourself up on shaky arms. eddie hums in delight at your words and how adorable you looked as your body still trembled. 

eddie picks up his jeans, beginning to pull the belt from the loops. he gives you an evil smile. “well, i did say i was gonna tie you up, didn’t i?” he raises his brows. you gulp, looking from him to his belt as he comes to the side of the bed. “get up on your knees and give me your wrists, babygirl,” he says. you comply quickly, scrambling onto your knees, wincing as you feel the wetness from your pussy dripping out of you. “such a good girl,” he coos, stroking your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

he begins weaving his belt through itself before sliding it onto your wrists and pulling it tight. the leather bites into your skin as he makes sure it’s as tight as it can be. he guides you to maneuver to the headboard. you’re sat against it, looking at him with big eyes as he straddles you. “pretty girl, let me fuck that tight mouth of yours,” he says, causing you to bite your lip. he guides you to scoot down a bit, your back in a horribly uncomfortable position as he lines his cock up with you mouth. “if it gets too much, hit me in the thigh a couple times and i’ll stop, okay?” he explains with serious eyes. you nod, only for him to give you a stern look. 

“yes, master,” you say, earning a nod of approval and then the head of his cock is pushing open your lips. he slowly sinks into your warm mouth, head falling back as he does. he goes until his hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. he pulls back a little, only to start slow thrusts into you mouth. 

he grabs your head with his hands, using the leverage to push his cock deeper into your throat. he feels your throat flutter around him and he looks down. he wants to bust at the sight of you, watering eyes and mouth full of cock. “take it, kitten,” he groans, drawing back his hips just to slam himself back into you. you whine around his cock, a tear falling from your right eye. eddie smiles at you, sinking you down slowly until your eyes widen in panic and you begin to choke. he pulls out immediately and strokes your chin. “you gotta relax, relax and just take it for me. you wanna make daddy feel good, right? that’s why you got dressed up like a whore, right? was for master to treat you like one for his birthday?” he questioned, but you could see in his eyes this was also him waiting for you to use your safeword. you took a deep breath and nodded, opening your mouth again for him. “good girl, kitten. my good little slut,” he says proudly, using his hand to guide himself into your mouth again. 

he lets you adjust once more, but then he’s fucking into your mouth as if he doesn’t care you’re a person and not just a hole. he bites so hard on his bottom lip he’s drawing blood as he watches your face. spit was beginning to dribble down your chin and tears were continuously falling from your eyes as you deepthroated him, gaging every other thrust. he pulled you roughly down on him, chasing his release. “fuck, getting so close,” he grunted, your eyes trained on the drop of blood falling from his lip. “gonna cum in your mouth, yeah kitten, be good and swallow your master’s cum,” he says between heavy breaths. you moan around him and then his hips are faltering. 

eddie’s head falls back as he cums, thick ropes shooting in your mouth and down your throat. he leaves his cock in your mouth until he comes down. “let daddy see his cum,” he says as he slides his dick from your mouth. you open your mouth, showing him how much cum sat on your tongue. he grunts dropping down to connect his mouth to yours. you both moan at the mixed tastes of cum and blood filling your mouth. the salty and metallic taste causing your brain to short circuit. you knew you were so turned on that a wet patch had formed on your duvet, and you wanted so badly to have a release. “swallow,” eddie commands once he pulls back and you do as told. eddie takes a moment to collect himself and then he’s hauling you up and flipping you over.

you let out a noise of surprise as your face comes in contact with your blankets and eddie grabs you hips. “get your ass up, babygirl, yep, on your knees, good girl,” he says, dragging out the last two words. “daddy needs a minute to just look at you like this,” he hums, grabbing your ass and massaging it harshly. you whimper, your head turned to the side. he drags his hands up your back, slipping under the lingerie and feathering his touch over the lacy material. he even moves down to your thighs that are covered in stockings and rubs them. he admires your frame, wishing he knew where the camera was so he could take a picture. next time. 

his hand travels back to your ass, rubbing it before his hand pulls away just to come striking back down. you let out a moan at the pain, eddie watching in awe as arousal drips from your heat. “you dirty slut,” he comments, spanking you again. you stick your ass out to him, wanting more contact. your hands grabbed fistfulls of the blankets under you as you tried to control yourself. eddie played with you a bit more before sinking his fingers back into your awaiting cunt. he groans at the squelching noise as you suck his fingers in you. “this time, you can cum,” he says, placing a kiss on your reddened ass cheek and beginning to pump his fingers into you. 

a loud moan leaves your lips as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. he doesn’t ease into it, just hammers into you until you’re quite literally mewling in pleasure. “master,” you whimper and his fingers curl right against the spot you needed him most. “fuck, wanna cum, getting close,” you say, rocking back onto his fingers. “cum, kitten, cum for me,” he says, curling his fingers where he knows you need as his fingers continue abusing your clit. your walls flutter around him digits and you let out a moan. you feel the tower inside of you building and you’re almost to the top. “come on, pretty, master wants to watch you cum,” he says with gritted teeth and then the tower falls.

“fuck,” you yell, burying your face in your mattress as your thighs shake, knowing they would definitely allow you to collapse if eddie wasn’t holding you up. a small gush of slick pools from your pussy, coating eddie’s hand and dripping onto the bed. eddie finger fucks you through your high, but when you start to whine from overstimualtion he doesn’t stop. “daddy, t’hurts,” you mumble into the blankets.

eddie, however, doesn’t give a fuck what you say. “what’s that rule? you can only cum when i say so? well, i’m telling you now you’re cumming again,” he says harshly, causing you to whimper. he builds you up to your next high so fast and your whole body begins to tremble. “fucking whore, already gonna cum again? well, fuck, babygirl, cum for me, daddy needs to see how good he makes you feel,” he teases, holding his fingers against that special spot and moving them side to side ever so slightly, his movements on your clit never faltering. 

you’re screaming a mantra of daddy and master and eddie hasn’t even fucked you yet. he smiles as your body tenses, that expression changing to shock when you begin squirting all over his fingers. he takes his fingers from your pussy, continuing to rub your clit as he tries to catch some of your squirt in his mouth. your whole body falls limp as more drips from your pussy, a wet spot now decorating your duvet. 

  eddie strokes your clit as you come down from your high, and when you whimper he pulls away. you lay there, ass in the air as you feel numbness spread through your body. eddie pulls you up carefully, plastering your body to his. “what a good girl,” he coos, rubbing his hand soothingly over your stomach while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you slump against his chest, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “you did so good, kitten. so good for daddy. did you feel that last orgasm? you squirted, mhm, master got you all worked up, you squirted and made a big mess. so proud of you, kitten, did so so good for me,” eddie mutters praise in your ear, kissing your ear lobe and throat between sentences. 

  “m-master,” you say weakly, trying to force your eyes open.

  eddie admires you, leaving one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other comes to stroke your jaw. “yes, baby?” he hums.

  you finally get your eyes open and make eye contact with eddie. you take a deep breath, clenching your fists to try and regain some lucid thoughts. “you-you didn’t f-fuck me,” you stutter. eddie’s eyes darken as he grips you tighter.

  “was gonna be nice and give you a nice break. but, now i think i’ll take you right now. that okay, kitten? gonna let your master abuse that pretty little hole of yours?” he teases darkly, his cock hardening once again.

  your lip quivers, knowing this very well could send you overboard. but, the way your pussy clenched at the thought of being fucked told you all you needed to know about your limits. “anything you want, master,” you say, looking back at him. eddie grunts, placing his lips on yours in a heated, desperate kiss. you struggle to keep up, feeling like your body was jelly. 

  eddie disconnects his lips from yours and pushes you back down. you let out a weak yelp as his hand presses your back down hard. it kind of hurt, but then your mind was being clouded with the fact that his cock was slipping into your soaked entrance. the both of you let out moans as eddie sinks into you. “babygirl, you can hear me, yes?” eddie asks as he bottoms out.

  “yes, master,” you mumble, voice half muffled by the covers.

  eddie soothingly rubs his hands up and down your back as he bites his lip. he knew once he started fucking you he wouldn’t be able to stop. “this is gonna be really rough for you, okay? once i start, i don’t think i’m gonna stop until i cum. i don’t want to push you too much, so if you don’t think you can handle it, tell me now. there are many other ways i can cum without possibly hurting you,” he warns. you think it over for a minute before making a decision.

  “fuck me,” you grumble, using the last bits of your strength to move your hips forward and then slam back onto him.

  eddie feels something snap inside of him and then he’s slamming into you as if he’s gone feral. “good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls. literally, growls. and then slaps your ass harshly making you spasm. he presses your back down with one hand, the other holding your hip so he can slam into you at a brutal pace. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. my innocent baby is just like some goddamn street whore. fuck, had you all wrong, kitten. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve roughed you up months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you from behind. 

  tears are freely falling from your eyes as it hurts so good. your mouth is also open, drool creating a small wet patch on the blanket. your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. eddie was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your velvet walls sucked his cock back in time after time. out of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been this good.

  he only came back to reality when you started whimpering and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for your master,” he grunts and spanks you again. you tense and then your squirting again, all over his dick as your body shakes. eddie moans at the sensation. he pulls out, picking you up and forcefully flipping you over. drool was covering your face, your eyes were slightly rolled back and tears were pouring from them as broken moans and cries left your mouth.

  eddie re-entered you, grabbing your still bound hands and putting them above your head. “keep them there,” he grumbles and you nod dumbly. eddie doesn’t correct you that time, instead focused on chasing his own high. “open that mouth,” he demands and you do lazily. he spits into your mouth, moaning as you swallow it without being asked. he could feel his release building, the feeling only heightening as he saw how fucked-out you looked. “look at me,” he moans. you use the very little strength you have to make eye contact with him.

  he grabs your legs, pushing them up to hook them over his shoulders. “gonna cum inside you, fucking slut,” he grunts, hammering into you at a whole new angle. your high builds up again, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure as a sob rocks through your body. eddie feels his high coming, keeping his eyes on you. “cum, one last time. now, kitten,” he growls darkly. his thrusts cause your whole body to tremor. your eyes roll back in your head and a screaming sob leaves your lips as the most intense orgasm rips through you.

  you squirt harder than you did the first two times, your velvet walls locking eddie inside you. he thrusts into you messily, cumming deep inside your pussy as you go limp. your head's pounding, and your whole body is flooded with an uncomfortable, fiery mix of pleasure and intense pain. you loved it, but you were barely present. eddie finally stilled, dropping your legs and nearly collapses on top of you. as he tries catching his breath, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you, keeping his cum in you, sobs rack your body. 

  eddie’s mind is so clouded with pleasure that it takes him a minute to come to. the sobs leaving your lips were nearly heart wrenching, tears covering your face as you tried to gasp for air. you were in so much pain, but you fucking loved it. eddie took a few more deep breaths, his brain clearing up.

  then his mind registered your sobbing and he was immediately pushing himself up to look at you. his heart dropped at the sight of your face, your body still jerking uncontrollably and he couldn’t tell if it was from overstimulation or your sobs. he pulled out of you and cupped your face. “oh, no. no, no, no, baby, are you okay?” he asks in panic, trying to get your eyes to focus on him. you let out a sob as your eyes meet his. “fuck, i’m so sorry, babygirl. please take a deep breath,” he says frantically.

  you lower your arms, hiccuping as you try to breathe. “o-off,” you sob, holding your hands towards his face. eddie feels guilt over take him as he quickly removes his belt from your wrists, not being able to really tell how raw they were before you were flinging your arms around him and pulling him close.

  he practically fell against you as you held onto his back like your life depended on it, crying and hiccupping into his neck. “shh, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t meant to push you so far. why didn’t you say something?” he asks, wrapping an arm under your frame as he tried to hold you to him. 

  you shake your head no, he had the wrong idea. “n-no. stop,” you cry, pulling back just enough to look at him. his eyes were prickled with tears as you put your hand to his face. “don’t be so-sorry. m’not hurt. i-i loved it,” you hiccup and eddie shakes his own head.

  “baby, you’re crying,” he says, not wanting you to lie to make him feel better.

  you stroke his cheek and take a couple deep breaths. “yeah, b-but, it was so good. never had- fuck, never had better sex. i want it to be like that all the time,” you say seriously, blurry eyes looking from one of his to the other. 

  “you promise? baby, that was really rough i should’ve known better,” eddie says, searching your face for the truth.

  “i loved it,” you confirm. eddie takes a moment before nodding and pulling you back closely to him. eddie slowly pulls away from you causing you to whimper.

  eddie gives you a soft smile, still weary, and kisses your forehead. “you wanna take a bath, or you wanna go right to bed?” he asks, stroking your hair.

  “can we take a bath together?” you asks and eddie nods. he slowly unclips your stockings from the belt and pulls them off, the panties following. he lifts your back up as little as possibly, carefully unhooking and unzipping the belt and your bra. he admires your body as he carefully peels the expensive fabric from your skin. 

  he puts all the clothes in the hamper before picking you up from the bed. “you did so good, babygirl,” he coos as he walks you to the bathroom. you hum, leaning your head into his chest. he sets you gently on the closed toilet seat and turns on the warm water. you watch carefully as he throws in bath salts and bubble bath, stuff he would never use for himself. “lavender good?” he asks softly, holding the bubble bath up to you. you nod lazily, watching him pour a generous amount in and mixing it to create bubbles. “i'm gonna go grab us some water,” he tells you as the bath continues filling.

  when he comes back with the ice water, the bath tub is full and ready. after turning off the faucet he places a cup in your hand, helping you to take a sip as you were still slightly shaky. once you’ve got some water in you, he picks you up again, carefully placing you in the big, claw-foot tub and helping you sit down. he climbs in behind you, pulling you until your back is laid against his chest. the bubbles almost consume you, stopping just below your shoulders. “this is nice,” you hum, looking up at your boyfriend.

  eddie gives you a sweet smile, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips. his arms wrap around your middle and yours fall on top of his as you bask in the presence of each other. “y/n?” he asks quietly. you hum in response, fiddling with his fingers. “do you want to get married?” he murmurs.

  you let out a weak snort before giggling. “birthday gift that good?” you ask playfully, looking back at him. he was staring at you with a smile, admiring you but you could tell he was also serious. 

  “more than that good,” eddie says, watching you study him. “but i’m serious. i know we love each other and i really don’t ever see myself with anyone else. if it’s not you, it’s no one,” eddie explains.

  you lean back and give him a kiss. “i would love to marry you,” you say as you pull away. goofy smiles are spread across both your faces as you help scrub each other’s bodies and wash your hair.

  when the water drains and you and eddie are both drying yourself off you really think about what you just agreed to. but who else would you want to marry besides this man? eddie picks you up without warning causing you to squeal and hold onto him. “i can walk now, babe,” you laugh.

  eddie just presses a bunch of kisses to your face as you giggle. “i know, but i like it better this way,” he says before setting you on the edge of the bed. he grabs a pair of shorts for himself, slipping them on as you stretched your arms up. 

  he walked over to you with a clean pair of panties in his hand and one of his shirts on his shoulder. he crouched down, holding your underwear out for you to step into. “up,” he says, making you roll your eyes.

  “eddie, i can put on my own clothes,” you say but stand anyway.

  eddie pouts and looks up at you. “just let me take care of you,” he says as you step into them. he slides them up your legs, making sure they’re in place before putting his hands on your hips and standing. he places a soft kiss on your lips, and then he’s getting his black sabbath t-shirt ready to slip over your head. “if you wanna do something,” eddie begins with a roll of his eyes as he tugs the shirt down the rest of the way. “do you wanna grab those other sheets from the laundry room?” he asks.

  you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek to go do just that as he begins stripping the bed. you laugh, remaking the bed and your cheeks flushing at the mess you had made. once it’s ready, eddie has the lights off and is pulling you towards him as he peppers kisses all along your face. 

  “happy birthday,” you whisper, feeling tiredness begin taking over you.

  eddie pulls back, tucking some hair back and admiring you for a moment. “thank you, baby. i loved my birthday. i love you,” he says, knowing those words don’t do justice for how much he cares for you.

  “i love you, too,” you mumble before pressing yourself into his chest. your hand rests near his heart, your head on the other side, one leg thrown across his thighs as your eyes flutter shut. eddie wraps both arms around you, holding you securely to him and placing one more kiss to your head before the both of you fall into a very deep, well needed sleep.

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based on prompts from @mila-solos @kittenxo-xo @asscheek-valley

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