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riding the fuck out of henry creel until he’s babbling about how he’ll stop tormenting the hell of hawkins. he just needs you to stay with him. he needs to be inside you.

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plug!connie x reader hcs

mini me 🐈‍⬛.

💴 — wc: 344

• he clocked you the first time you pulled up in an outfit that looked like his… hoodie hangin’ low, sweats puddled at the ankle. he was sick about it.

• will “accidentally” leave his goodfellow tees at your spot just so you’ll end up wearing them. swears you look better in his clothes than him.

• always tugging on the string of your sweats. sometimes just fidgeting with it, sometimes tryna yank your pants down on the low.

• do chipotle runs every time you’re high. burritos. he’ll sit across from you, watching you hold it with two hands like it’s a baby, smirking like “damn ma, slow down.”

• rolls fat blunts for you two and makes you spark first.

• he gets tight if you watch boondocks without him. like he genuinely sulks. “nah, that’s our show… restart the season, i don’t care.”

• calls you “ma” all the time, even when he’s mad. it slips out like second nature.

• ghostface kink. he’ll wear the mask and fuck you slow at first just to hear you laugh about it, then go dumb once you’re whining.

• has a thing for you in his briefs. he’ll give you a fresh pair just to see you waddle around the crib in them. gets handsy immediately.

• loves slapping his dick against your chubby cheeks while you make the meanest pouty face. he’ll be like “don’t be like that.”

• goes crazy when you sit on his lap. he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder while scrolling, then randomly kiss your cheek like it’s nothing.

• when he drives, he’s rolling up with one hand and steering with the other. you always scold him like “nigga?? focus??” and he just laughs.

• secretly loves how short you are. always reaching for stuff before you can.

• if he’s mad at you, it don’t last long. the second you fold your arms he’s already sighing like “ight come here.”

🖤.

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imagine plug!eren and connie as ur gym buddies

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angel baby

chubby fem!reader x nate jacobs

includes dollification & blurred friendships

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🎀

✦ your favorite snacks are always tucked away in his football bag. he never announces it—just slides it your way wordlessly, like he’s silently saying “thought of you.”

✦ even as friends, he secretly loves it when you drag him to victorias secret. he likes seeing you choose him over the girls. watching your hand hover shyly over delicate lace panties with the bows . he’ll nudge your shoulder, grinning like he owns that moment.

✦ one time he saw you tearing up at the sigh of ur stomach, so he took you to get ur belly pierced. only glanced at the diamond section— nothing less for his angel

✦ he’s not one for baking sweets or even eating them usually, but he’ll do it for you. measuring, mixing, every step serious once he starts. and when the cupcakes flop, his ears turn a light shade of pink.

✦ he tickles you like it’s a game only he knows the rules to, watching your anklet dangle just right. he hasn’t quite figured out how to make it dangle exactly the way he wants… not yet. (;

✦ he enjoys hovering over you—not just for the thrill, but because it makes him feel like your protector. he loves how instinctively soft and submissive you get the second you catch him lingering close.

✦ when you go off on him, he doesn’t raise his voice or match your fire. instead, he leans in, low and teasing, and calls you “mama,” like it’s a secret meant just for you.

✦ his jaw tightens when you call him a friend. eyes flick to every guy near you, scanning, sizing up. he can’t help but rest his hand on your thigh if he senses even a glance from someone else, a quiet warning only you can feel.

✦ if you wanted, he’d lotion your plush soft thighs, always sneaking a playful slap just under your butt—not on it directly—teasing, protective, quietly obsessed. he pays extra attention to ur stretch marks when he lotions because he loves how they look on you.

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STAINED WINDOWS — 1/?

“you were never supposed to see it. he thought you were twisted. beautiful. your lifeless marriage shatters abruptly, a knock on the door changes everything. remmick is back and he’s not leaving empty-handed.”

warning: blood

you saw remmick for the first time in the woods. he was feeding on someone. you couldn’t help yourself to put pleasure yourself to it. the way he looked so good stained with blood. he was confused but amused. he thought you were a beautiful but sick girl. he looked at you with drool on his chin. you invite him in. he makes sure you never forget it. the next few months you don’t see him. but that doesn’t mean he’s not there. he watches you sleep through the window. his eyes glowing red anytime he sees your pathetic husband wrap his arm around you. he gets an ominous note to leave you alone. he tries to push it aside. but then he gets up from your bedroom, putting the blinds up. his mouth freezes up. there’s your name spelt out on the window in blood. he starts packing immediately, telling you that you’re crazy. couldn’t say you cared, he was nothing but a placeholder. no passionate. a few moments later, you hear a soft knock on ur wooden door. it’s remmick. his shoulder against the wall. a glint in his eyes. he ask for an invite, you shake your head. you step out on the patio. he watches you carefully. he feels you unzip his pants without a word. you wrap you freshly manicured hair around his cock. your wedding ring glistening in the moonlight, you attempt to take it off but he wants it on. remmick likes the thought of you on ur knees for him while you previously belonged to another man. how you could throw ur marriage away so fast, like it was nothing. you then take all of him, gagging like no other. you loved the taste. the way he wrecked your throat. you let him press your head down as much as he could. had moments were you were gasping for air. you had tears down your face. pre-cum and drool down ur chin. snot dripping from your nose. cheeks flushed. but you looked up at him like needed more. you begged him. he coos at you, telling you that you need to rest. you refuse. completely under his spell. you push him down on the patio abruptly. started grinding against his dirty boot. sobbing for more. he watches you. he grabs you by your throat with ease. he makes you bounce on his cock with so much aggression. you were squeezing it so much, his claws were bruising your body. he feels himself getting ready to come. you try ur hardest to keep him there. you didn’t want him to cum anywhere that wasn’t ur pussy. he smirks. you soon feel it inside you bursting out. he slowly takes his dick out of you. looking down, you could see how more cum was dripping down his cock. along with your pussy. it wouldn’t stop leaking or pulsating. he then plants a kiss on ur stomach. it was only mandatory, knowing he abused your poor clit. he disappears into the woods. thinking about how this was just the beginning.

authors note: i tried a different writing style. lemme know if you gets like it or if there’s anything i could improve on.

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remmick x black plus size reader?????

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imagine bo and remmick outside the juke joint. remmick telling you how he knows where you like to be licked, while bo is blowing you a kiss. turning everyone into vampires at plain sight. they won’t leave or stop until you’re coming with.

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about him

mary x black fem reader

inside a smoky, sultry juke joint somewhere down the south. it was another thick, sticky night at the juke. the music was loud, bodies louder—drinking like sunday wasn’t ever gonna come. i’d been here plenty times before. everyone knew my name, knew my drink, and they knew enough not to test me.

i was dressed for trouble tonight. my red silk dress clung to my hips like a second skin, curls wild around my face. the jukebox howled something dirty and bluesy in the corner, and that old wood floor rattled with stomped-out heartache.

and there she was—mary.

leaning by the back table like she owned it. long legs crossed, drink in hand, mouth set in that pretty little scowl she always wore whenever i came around. she was always acting like i was some thorn in her side. like i’d stolen something from her. always short, always cold.

it didn’t matter if i walked in alone, with stack, or with a whole band behind me. her eyes would find mine and cut through me like a knife. and tonight, she wasn’t even trying to hide it.

i made my way to the bar, passed stack on the way and gave him a little nod. he winked, like he always did. always trying something. but my mind wasn’t on him. it was on her.

she was watching. i could feel it, same way you feel heat off a skillet.

“something funny?” i asked as i crossed my arms.

mary didn’t flinch. “ain’t nobody talkin’ to you, girl.”

“oh, so we’re doin’ this tonight?” i smirked, leaning one hip on the table. “you mad i showed up lookin’ better than you again?”

her eyes snapped to mine. “please. ain’t nobody worried about you or what you got on.”

“then fix your face” you responded carelessly.

she laughed—dry, low, and dangerous. “every time you come in here, you makin’ sure all eyes on you. with your nose all in the air.”

i tilted my head. “is that really what this is about? or is it cause stacks said hi to me before he even looked your way?”

mary’s jaw tightened. bingo.

i leaned in closer, grinning like i’d won something. “damn. that’s it huh? you mad cause i don’t have to try with him.”

her voice dropped low, sharp as broken glass. “don’t flatter yourself. he’ll talk to anything with a waist and lip gloss.”

i laughed. “you would know, wouldn’t you?”

mary stood up then, real slow. her body was close now. too close. and her eyes were fire. “you really think this got anything to do with him?”

i blinked. “doesn’t it?”

she stepped in, close enough that I could feel her breath ghostin’ over my collarbone. “you think i’m watchin’ you cause of stack?

i paused.

“if i wanted him baby, i would’ve had him”

my heart kicked up, but my mouth wouldn’t stop. “then what is your damn problem with me?”

she stared at me for a long second. then, finally, her voice dropped to a slow, sultry whisper. “you’re my problem.”

i swallowed hard. “excuse me?”

she moved even closer—our bodies nearly pressed now. her hand grazed my hip, barely, but it was enough to make my skin burn. “i give you attitude ’cause I don’t know what the hell else to do with you. you get under my skin, and i hate it. hate how you laugh. how you walk in here like you own every man’s eyes. and hate it even more that you got mine too.”

my breath was caught. everything i thought I knew flipped upside down.

“you could’ve just said that,” i breathed.

she grinned, eyes wicked. “and miss the chance to make you mad first?”

i didn’t have a smart response for that—not when she lightly grabbed my fingers, putting it in her mouth softly. it felt much more intimate than it could’ve been. her lips were soft but rough with need, i could feel graze against my finger.

the back hallway was dark, lit only by moonlight slipping through the cracks in the wood. we didn’t speak. didn’t need to.

she backed me up against the wall, lips dragging down my neck as my hands tangled in her curls. i moaned low in my throat when her hands found the hem of my dress, hiking it up slow, like she had all night to learn my body.

“still think this is about stack” she murmured, voice thick and husky against my skin.

“maybe not,” i breathed, arching into her touch.