what about Hobie dragging the reader to their apartment after a party and they're babbling and drunkenly hitting on Hobie, completely oblivious to the fact that he's their boyfriend
like "hey, handsome, can you give me your number?" COMING ON HE'S TRYING TO CHANGE YOU AND GET YOU TO BED IN YOUR HOME
I love your work btw
you inspire me to learn english better haha
Notes: I wrote this before going to sleep 🫡 it is not proofread (I might do that tomorrow) writing this was so much fun, I only knew what I wanted to write in the beginning, and then I just let everything unfold on it’s own. I didn’t have a title for this until I finished it. I hope you like it!!
Man I have so many requests I’m sorry for posting one thing and then disappearing for months 😭 anyways, here’s the fic:
“No! Put me down! I have a boyfriend!” You groaned with a breathless sigh, feeling the heaviness of the booze weighting down on your body, most of all your mind.
Hobie chuckled as he carried you back to your apartment after one of those self destructive parties the darker alternative scene liked to throw every now and then.
“Oh, you do?” He chuckled with a cheeky tone as you hummed.
“Uh-huh. I do, and he’s the most handsomest, coolest motherfucker…” You replied and let your head fall onto his shoulder as he was carrying you as if you weighted nothing on his arms, with an arm holding your back and on the other your legs. “He’d kick your ass,”
“Oh, would he?” Hobie teased, raising an eyebrow, thinking it was insanely adorable how even on your state you talked so highly and proudly of him in your own way.
“Yup, certified badass shit,” You groaned. “I love him,”
He let out a deep chuckle as he gazed at you and turned on the corner, spotting your flat building a couple of blocks down.
“I’m pretty sure I could kick his ass,” Hobie said, trying to see how you’d react.
“In your dreams,” You sighed deeply.
As he approached your flat building and got inside, in your drunken state probably it would be best to avoid using his Spider-Man skills. You’d either puke, or start yelling that he’s Spider-Man and he wouldn’t risk it. On the bright side, you lived on the third floor.
As he stopped by your door, he gazed at you. “Can hold yourself up for a couple of seconds while I open the door, darlin’?” He asked you, as you giggled.
“Darlin’…” You giggled as you nodded and tried hopping off his arms as he let you down, and you leaned against the wall.
As you patted the pockets of your jacket, you found your keys and took them out as he gently took them off your hands and unlocked your apartment.
In your drunken haze, you started at him with a soft smile, taking in the details. The door squeaking open went unnoticed, your mind was too taken away by Hobie.
“Hey there handsome,” You sighed and closed your eyes. “What are you doing in my apartment?”
“You’re never gonna believe this,” He chucked as he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you in with him. “But I basically live here as well,” he chuckled.
It was partially true. He had his sailboat docked not far from there, but your apartment was wider, and every excuse to spend time with you, he’d take it right away. At this point he spent more nights crashing at your apartment than staying in his sailboat.
“God! What a small world!” You whispered as you let him guide you to your room.
“Isnt it?” He chuckled and as you got to your room, you let yourself collapse on the bed.
“Do you have a phone number I can borrow?” You asked with a cheeky tone, as Hobie chuckled and gazed at you as he looked in your wardrobe for your pyjamas.
Something in his chest squeezing with a sweet nostalgic feeling. It had been the exact same awful pick up line you’d used on him when you’d met him a couple of years ago. The rest was history, and now you were drunk in your apartment with your boyfriend taking care of you.
“What about your badass boyfriend?” He teased as he grabbed your pajama pants and sat on the edge of the bed and helped you take off your shoes.
“God, he’s so badass…I love him,” You sighed sleepily as you closed your eyes, as you slowly came to the realisation that he was taking off your shoes. “What are you doing? Buy me some coffee first,” you giggled with a soft snort.
“It’s too late to find a coffee shop open at this time, luv,” He chuckled and then took off your belt and undid your trousers.
At this point you were more asleep than awake and you let him take your pants off as you kept whining with playful banter. Both hitting on him and telling him about your badass boyfriend. As he managed to get you to put on your pyjama pants and remove everything last bit of uncomfortable accessories or clothes, he helped you get under the bedsheets.
He grabbed some water, aspirins and left them ready on the nightstand besides the bed, knowing the killer hangover you’d be having tomorrow. He then took off his boots, his vest, accessories and got on the bed with you in just his boxers and his t-shirt. By the time he did you were already lost in some dreamland and he simply snugged besides you and wrapped an arm around you before joining you in a deep sleep.
The next morning, he woke up to the sounds of your painful groaning and your husky voice saying:
“I’m never drinking that much ever again…I’m never drinking again, period…”
He opened his eyes, blinking several times before he finally processed your words He chuckled. “You always say that, luv…” He sighed and stared at you.
“Leave me alone…” You whined with a playful voice as you gulped down the water and the aspirins before collapsing on the bed again. “The last thing I remember is Karl and his boyfriend convincing me to do shots with them…”
“That was your mistake, you should know by this point those guys can drink their weight in booze,” He teased.
“I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”
“You were about to let Mattea dye your hair in the bathroom in the middle of the party,” He explained, “and then ran off to the closest convenience store to try and buy bleach and hair dye…”
“Ah, fuck,”
“That’s when I thought maybe it was time to take you to bed,” He laughed softly. “So I brought you back,”
“Thanks, baby…” You whispered with a sheepish voice and kissed his skinny shoulder.
“You bragged to me the entire time about your boyfriend, by the way,” He teased.
“What?” You asked confused.
“And the proceeds to flirt with me and ask for my number…”
“Bullshit,” You groaned as you blushed softly, starting to remember some things about him carrying you back.
“You pulled out the same terrible pickup line you used the first time we met,” He giggled and looked at you from the corner of his eye.
“Oh my god…” You gasped, burying your face against the pillow in embarrassment. And after a brief silence you said: “did it work, though?” Your questions make Hobie laugh softly as he rolled to his side and looked at you, running his long slender fingers up your spine over the short.
“I’m here, am I not?” He replied with a soft velvet whisper.
is the sun bothering you my king
Mickey milkovich x M!Reader
♤Public Sex
♤Mick bottoms as usual ♡
♤ Pretty sure this is sex with no plot. It's just smut 🤷
**Border by @kodaswrld, I did repost it as well ♡**
You two shouldn't be doing this. At all. But him rising your cock was too good, even if you didn't imagine fucking him for the first time to be in yalls school bathroom.
Whatever. YOLO...right? This all started cause Mick drug your ass into a stall, honestly you assumed he was gonna beat your ass to hell. God, were you wrong. You clamped your hand over his mouth as he did yours, not wanting to get caught by anyone, let alone get indecent exposure on yalls records. You moaned softly against his hand as his other one dug his nails into your clothed shoulder. Based on his eyes, he was fuckong loving what he was getting done.
But don't think cause he was riding, meant he was top, he was only like this cause you told him thar you wanted to watch his face as he deteriorated in pleasure from your cock bullying his ass. Each movement was pushing you both closer and closer to the edge, and Mickey couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a stifled moan, his hand pressing harder over your mouth, biting into your hand, trying to keep himself from making too much noise.
Mickey could feel the heat building between you two, the intensity of sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was getting close. He dug his nails into your shoulders, silently urging you to keep going, to take him over the edge. Thankfully, you could read ques. You took your hand out his mouth and grabbed his other hip, helping to give him some relief from being the one to move so much. Which rewarded you with a unbridled moan from him, his hips starting to move jerky and you could see how close he was.
Mick gripped your shoulders, probably biting his tounge so he didn't moan out anymore than he has. "Fuckin hell...im close." He ground out.
Mickey was getting lost in the sensations, feeling himself approaching the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore; he needed to release the pressure that was building up inside him.
"I'm gonna..."
He couldn't even finish the sentence, the words were lost in a shuddering moan. He bit down on his lip, his grip on your shoulders tightening as the waves of pleasure overtook.
Gladly, his undoing was yours and you filled him with hot come. Thank god yall didn't care about the condoms, honestly you reveled in the idea of him walking around with your cum leaking out the rest of the day.
Both of yalls' hearts were still racing, and Mick felt like his chest was going to explode. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way, this vulnerable, this weak, but it was you, making him feel this way.
Mickey looked down at you, still catching his breath, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your features, your flushed cheeks, the sweat on your forehead, the way your eyes were slightly glazed over with pleasure. He'd never felt this way before, and...he wasn't sure if he'd ever want it to end.
You smiled up at him, "So uh...want to come over for dinner?", already knowing he'd go back to being a brat.
"Fuck you. I ain't some bitch to prance around." Mickey huffed and you laughed "I just did fuck you.", kissing his forehead yall got cleaned up and dressed.
"Whatever. See you at six." He grunted before leaving you in the bathroom.
Draco: on Halloween we dress as skeletons, but in reality, the skeletons dress like us..
Y/n:…That does makes sense, but sometimes I worry about you
"DID YOU KNOW THIS PERSON DRAWS PORN I AM CLUTCHING MY PEARLS" cool i am blocking you
draco malfoy x female weasley reader
warnings: Hate Sex,Nicknames,Rivals With Benefits,Name-Calling,Insults,Nipple Play, and Nipple Licking
a/n:This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind.and I tried with my grammar so be gentle.
"Oh fuck, yes! y/n feet were lanted on the mattress next to Draco's hips, leaning back so his cock would slide all the way down to the base, press all the way to the back of her cunt.
She rode him so hard, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage, bucking against him almost violently.
Throat and cheeks red, sweat beading between her tits, sweet sounds spilling from her lips — Gods, it was like she was using him.
“That’s it, Red, take what you need,” Draco groaned, leaning forward mouthing her cute tits, swirling his tongue around one nipple and then switching the other.
“Stop calling — oh fuck, just like that, Malfoy! Damn it, stop calling me Red !”
Draco released her nipple with a wet pop, pretty pink and shining with his spit.
“Hm, what would you prefer then? Bitch? Whore? Slut?”
“Fuck you, Malfoy!” she spat, nails sharp against his skin as she ground down on his cock viciously.
“You already are, Red,” Draco drawled, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.
She never commented on the nickname, but her body couldn’t lie to him.
“You’re dripping all over me, Red. You wanted to fuck so bad, hm? Needed my cock that much?
Draco slid his hand from her waist over her mound, pressing his thumb against her clit, letting her movements brush it against his thumb.
"Oh, oh my — ngh!" She was mindless. Whines and whimpers, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as she smacked her ass against his thighs, riding him like a toy.
It was deliciously hot, watching her lost in lust — but annoying how she chose to ignore his taunts.
“weasley .” His voice was low and harsh as he pinched her clit lightly.
y/n squealed, her hips jumping up, pulling half his cock out of her and she glared at him.
“Malfoy, you rotten bastard!” She seethed, “I was so close!”
“Oh, Red.” Draco pressed her hips down, forcing her to take his cock until their thighs touched. y/n was already panting, the edge in her eyes softening, her teeth plucking against the edge of her bottom lip as she started using her feet to rock back and forth against his cock. “You know better than to ignore me. That is, if you’d like to come.”
y/n froze, with her mouth parted for a moment, Draco smirking back at her.
And then she exploded, Weasley temper at full force.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Malfoy? You think just because you’re a little bit good at fucking, I have to answer you?! You aren’t shi — oh my Gods!”
Draco started fucking up into her, y/n hips automatic, meeting him thrust for thrust as she whimpered and moaned. Hot anger replaced with need as she bounced on his cock.
Draco hugged her body close, y/n wrapping her legs around his back now, as he used the give of the mattress to thrust up. Draco pressed his mouth against her neck, licking roughly and swallowing down the sweat.
“Yes, Merlin, yes, keep doing that, Draco,” her voice was light and breathy — so different from her usual tone, it was erotic in how sweet it was.
Draco groaned into her neck before using teeth, biting down just hard enough that y/n began squirming in his lap.
“Oh, oh.”
“You love that, don’t you, Red? When it’s a little rough like that?” Draco kissed the bruises he left on her neck, y/n thighs trembling against his own. She was so close, wet and fluttering around his cock.
y/n moved her hands from his neck, tangling in Draco's hair, pushing his head down back to her tits. Draco didn't fight her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, leaving them swollen and red as y/n moaned and ground down on his cock. Nasty, wet sounds echoing in the room from her dripping cunt sliding up and down his length.
“That’s it Red, fuck, squeeze around my cock just like that, love,” Draco murmured against her tits, looking up at y/n who stared back down at him, her eyes almost black with desire. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me, so close aren’t you? Going to make a mess on my laps and ruin my sheets?”
y/n seemed to be lost for a moment, a beat filled with the sounds of wet cunt, her low moans, and squeaking mattress, until her nails dug painfully into his scalp.
She yanked his head back, glaring down at him once more, even with the haze of need and lust in her eyes. “Don’t. Call. Me. Love.”
Draco’s jaw dropped.
This witch, this fucking bitch!
A low growl spilled from Draco’s lips, bringing his hand up to one of her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“You are beyond infuriating, y/n!” Draco hissed before he took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, then swirling his tongue against it.
Draco saw the arrogant flash of her teeth, the same sort he remembered from his youth. Her fingers flexed in his hair once more, pressing his face into her breasts, encouraging his abuse of them as she rode on his cock. “I know, ferret. And I know how much it turns you on, too.”
Draco didn’t bother replying, instead biting down, harsh, on y/n nipple, her punishment and her reward. The witch shattering around him with a scream, her luscious cunt squeezing and milking him, until he came too with a groan.
y/n still clutched his head against her chest, both breathing deeply.
“I fucking hate that…ferret.”
y/n released his head, laughing as she leaned back. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back off her forehead. “Yeah? And what in Godric’s name are you going to do about it, ferret?”
Draco placed his hand between y/n legs, feather light against her clit, still sensitive. She hissed for a moment before relaxing her hips.
“I suppose I’ll need to fuck you stupid, until the only words that come out of your insolent little mouth are draco malfoy, ” he drawled, fingers circling on her clit now, y/n breath catching.
“A-are you going to keep barking, or actually do something, f-ferret?” y/n bit her lip, keeping a moan at bay and Draco almost laughed at her bravado.
“You’ve asked for it, love.”
And, cock hard once more, he thrust up into That perfect cunt.
Rabbit monsters are always portrayed as soft docile creatures. Especially for rabbit reader x wolf monster. I wanna see a rabbit who is just a menace in bed. Pounding into our cunts non stop and making sure that we truly “fuck like rabbits” and breed like them too
mmhmm you get me anon.
you've long since given up on holding yourself upright, and just settled for getting pounded into the mattress your body fully limp. you aren't even holding your own hips up, your bunny lover is holding your ass aloft as he pounds into you cumming inside of you for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. The sheets are wet beneath you with a mix of sweat and cum. you're too spent to even care, you'd fall asleep in this gross puddle if he just let you.
He winds his fingers under your jaw and pulls your head back and up, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. it would be sweet if you didn't know it was a trap.
"you can go one more round for me yeah pretty girl?" he asks, slowly humping your sensitive cunt, How is he still hard? How does he not need a break he just came? you groan and shake your head.
"Please, honey? just one more time I promise you just feel so good, I wanna make sure I fuck this pussy right, get you nice and full with my cum, don't you want me to knock you up?" he asks reaching down to slowly pet your throbbing clit, making you whimper in overstimulation. his thrusts are shallow, his long thick cock scraping along your inner walls making your thighs tremble. his head drops and he scrapes his sharp teeth along your neck. "Please bunny let me make you feel good."
"j-just one more round that's all," you manage to mumble out, the second you've given him permission he shoves your head back down and slams into you, his strong thighs pistoning his big cock into you at a breakneck speed.
"Fuck- thank you baby you feel so good around my cock I couldn't hold back much longer," he groans humping you sloppily, his last load drooling out of your sloppy cunt down your thighs. that's alright, he'll cum enough to replace everything that went to waste.
submissive tops are underrated. teasing a boy while you ride him? scolding him when he gets too impatient and thrusts into you? watching him get all blushy and do what you say?
that’s good shit.
Subby Alpha x Dom Femboy Omega ♡♡
A submissive alpha and their dominant femboy omega partner = best duo.
The soft begging whimpers of the alpha wanting to knot their omegas ass, the omega panting at feeling the knot hithos entrance; "not yet puppy, you haven't earned it yet" being the only thing said between the two.
There'd definitely be days that he alpha didn't listen and made their omega take it, especially if the alpha was being given head.
The omega would definitely have the alpha in a mating bondage press, so the alpha has no say whether or not he takes his partners knot cause their tied together.
Ruts would definitely be a furniture breaker, thankfully the alpha doesn't mind getting more.
IT’S GETTING STICKYYYYY
21 y/o, MDNI, 18+, I just write and reblog stuffs (ФωФ) ☆ Reqs Open! ☆
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