Summary: you give him reaaaallll bad gay panic, and you're his awakening... He's not sure how to feel about this
Warnings: Australians. a little bit of internalized homophobia and some homophobia from Lindsay(f slur), no visual description outside of reader being "strong" and possibly being taller than Reggie but that is NOT saying much. Reader is in on the whole chopping people up business. Reader gets shirtless. Lots of sweat mentioned. Implied jerking off. Shit plot, out of character, I was tired. Anddddd you can tell I really don't like Lindsay LOL (also not proof read)
Reggie had never questioned much about himself, usually just following orders, being what he thought he was supposed to be. Wanting to make Lindsay proud, or rather not wanting to piss him off too much.
When Lindsay hired you to help around the place, and with.. ahem, the business (and random chores), Reggie started questioning all sorts of things. Like why was his brother allowed to bring people around and let them in on the way they run the business, when he's not even allowed to say no to him? How'd they have the money to pay you? But most importantly, how has he never seen you before...? Everyone here knew each other one way or another, despite keeping to themselves. So where'd you come from?
Reggie was obviously a little suspicious of you, y'know, it's only been him and his brother for God knows how long. And you just come here acting so comfortable, it was off-putting too him. So much so that he'd spend more time watching you than we would working. Observing from afar or coming closer to "check on you" either to see how the work's going or if you need water. All of which was horse shit, he just wanted to observe all your little quirks, out of "suspicion" as if he thought you were a government spy, or was planning to rat them out.
He started to notice something small things about you, like how you carried your hips as you walked with something heavy in your arms. How you drank messily out of exhaustion, how water would drip from your chin onto your chest. The way you'd be dripping with sweat after a hard day's work, and how it seems like you could easily pick him up-- "Reg! Stop standing 'round with ya dick in ur hand and do some work! I'm heading out for a delivery!" Lindsay hollered, snapping Reggie out of his trance. "'Kay Linds!" He yelled back shakily, like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing and tried to play it off. He quickly hopped off the fence he was leaning on and gave him a wave goodbye, his heart rate still through the roof. He didn't really know why, must've just startled him.
You immediately took this as a sign to take a break from gardening and taking care of Lindsay's precious vegetables and to relax for a few minutes, maybe make some small talk with your second boss. You walk up next to him as his brother pulls away. "Hey Reg, what're you up to?" You ask, one hand on your hip opposite from him. "Oh y'know... Work." He acted innocent like he wasn't staring you down from over the fence while he thought you weren't looking.
"Yeah?" You tilt your head. "Yeah..." He responded, trying to be nonchalant.
"Y'know you don't need to hover over me all the time, you can trust me." You confronted his staring with a gentle tone, lord knows he doesn't need to be berated anymore. He immediately felt the burn of embarrassment and guilt. "I..erm.." his face became visibly flushed. He really didn't like the feeling, it was already burning hot in Australia. And he usually felt this way around women, which made this worse because it didn't make sense in his head. It was probably just the mixed emotions, I mean, he's always been nervy, is what he told himself. "It's just, it's hard to... It feels weird having you around here, like havin' a stranger come into your house and lay on ya bed." He completely avoided eye contact with you.
You hummed then put a hand on his shoulder. "I get that. I'm sure you'll get used to it soon, I'm just asking you to stop lurking around me. If you're that concerned, just strike up a conversation, alright?" You rub his shoulder a little while talking. Reggie felt something weird in his stomach when you did that, is his body confused or something? "Yeah, alright.." he said with a voice crack like a teenager.
He then realized how damp your hand was and turned to face you. "Blimey, you're sweating like a sinner in church!" He said with a small chuckle, moving the topic of conversation. You take your hand off his shoulder and look at yourself, you were infact soaked. "Oh damn, look at that, you're right.." you pause, peeling your shirt off with one movement. "I'm gonna go hose myself down if you don't mind." His mind goes blank as he just stares and finally realizes why he's so nervous around you. Even his damn ears went red. After a few seconds of silence he finally threw up an answer. "Y-y-yeah, you go, uh, do that. I really don't mind..!"
As you walked off and said something about reminding him to reapply sunscreen, he practically sprinted off to his trailer, locked the door and laid down in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Desperately trying to make this feeling go away. No matter how long he looked at the women in the magazines on the ceiling, he still saw you. Heard you voice, imagined your touch, smelled your scent. He tried shutting his eyes and covering his head with his pillow, but there you were. Like a parasite. What was wrong with him? For the longest time he thought he liked women. Well, he still likes women.. is that even allowed? Could you like both or was he confused? Should he ask Lindsay when he gets back? God, someone just make it stop, please.
Reggie sat up after a bit, feeling a little better... He spent the rest of the day thinking the hardest he could to try and rationalize what he felt as heterosexual, and inevitably failed. Then he spent the next day avoiding you like the plague until you went home.
The night of bad game of one sided hide and seek, while Lindsay was cooking, Reg worked up the courage to say something about it to his brother. "Uhm.. hey Linds?" "What?" His brother was chopping up some vegetables on an old wooden cutting board, the thing was probably older than their aunt. "So, uhhh. I've been thinking about something. I--" Reggie mumbled before getting cut off. "Spit it out, Reg." He said, already irritated by his stuttering and mumbling.
He said a quiet okay before taking a deep breath. "I.. I think I'm gay." "I know." What? Reggie was a little taken a back. "What do you mean you know?" He asked, the nervous feeling of nausea slowly creeping away. "Well look atcha first of all, faggie. Also you've been staring at our employee like he's a piece of eye candy. Hell, you'd probably watch him watch paint dry, and I'm sure you have." He spoke while chopping. Reg took a second to process that, and as he was about to talk his brother started speaking again. "What, did you just find out or something?" Lindsay joked, laughing a little, met with silence that made him look over at Reggie's face, which answered his question with just a glance. His brother took a second "no- oh my God, Reg!" He started cackling like a hyena. "You jackass!" He had tears of laughter at this point. "How the hell did I find out before you?"
Reggie badly wanted to tell Linds to shut up, but he knew that would end poorly so he just took it and sucked it up.
When you came back to work the day after, he continued to avoid you out of fear that he'll embarrass himself or somehow turn more gay. He still hasn't fully processed it. Why didn't he find men attractive before? Why now? Why you?
He was couped up in his trailer, hiding and thinking when you barged in. "Hey Reg, I've been looking for ya, where you've been?" You panted like you were running. Probably checking the trailer as a last ditch effort. He just stared again, either he forgot to lock the door or you'd be better off being a firefighter.
"Hey, uh, just taking a day off." He could barely get words out around you. It's like every bone in his body turns into jelly except for one. He wanted to vomit in a good way and a bad way. "You alright? You're shaking like a leaf." You pointed out with a little concern. It's not like you were his gay awakening standing in his wank trailer right in front of his bed. Noooooo, couldn't be. "No, I'm not.." he finally let his guard down a little.
You frown, "what's wrong..?" He takes a deep breath, he's not just going to tell you. "Just one of those days." You nodded with understanding. "Yeah... Oh, almost forgot." You step towards him, he looks at you with a bit of interest, wondering if you have something for him.
Apparently you did, he learned what you had for him after you grabbed his collar with one hand, yanking him up, cradling his face with the other hand, and kissing him so deeply it seemed like you wanted to eat him. When you finally reluctantly pulled away, he looked like he had horrible sunburn and kept stammering like he wanted to say something and the words were there but the sentences wouldn't form. "Lindsay told me." Of course he did.
Since your request is open, can you do with jaeha han from questism,please? Where reader gave him a lesson since he always sleeping around with other people, maybe degradation
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[ PAIRING ] male reader x han jaeha (questism)
[ CONTENT ] you two are dating, jaeha just doesn't know it yet — that's it, that's the plot.
[ TAGS ] amab!reader, student x student, jaeha's second in command!reader, mention of cheating (more or less), very dubious consent, top!reader x bottom!jaeha, saliva used as a lubricant, reader is unstable and possessive, anal sex, piss mentioned at the end, degradation, threat of aggression (from the reader), immobilization (by the reader)
[ A/N ] the reader is a threat here, but I promise Jaeha likes it
Han Jaeha is in the middle of something that requires his full attention, as well as his hands and mouth, when the door to the empty classroom bursts open. The girl jumped into his lap and pulls her mouth away from his so she could look in the direction of the noise.
"Get lost," Jaeha orders, with no interest in knowing who is interrupting them. His hands are comfortably around the waist of the girl whose name he can't remember. The top buttons of her shirt are undone and he is pulsing beneath her soft weight... Just when things were getting interesting.
But the girl is jumping away from him, running her hands over her skirt, blushing deeply. As soon as she steps out of the way, Jaeha can see you standing in the doorway. Lips pressed into a tight line. Looking pissed off for no reason.
Now what? What did you want?
"I'm in the middle of something here, [name], in case you haven't noticed," he says to you, smiling. "And you, who told you to get up?" His voice is harsher with the girl. She looks between Jaeha sitting in the chair and you standing in the doorway. If you weren't blocking the only exit from the disused classroom, she would probably have already run away.
And Jaeha hates that your gaze is all it takes. He should be the only one with power here.
When you speak, hand tightening around the doorknob, your voice is incredulous and bitter. "Do you find it amusing to test me?"
"Don't be arrogant. Not everything is about you, [name]."
Jaeha knew you would never hurt a girl, even one who was just a moment ago grinding on his erection. The girl doesn't though, and he sees her tremble at your tone. And there goes the moment.
"Ignore him, he likes to watch pretty girls riding me." Jaeha's taunt is venomous, provocative. As it always was when you thought you had some claim on him.
Jaeha tries to reach the girl's waist, just to annoy you. "Sit down, come on. Let him watch. It turns him on."
"Out." You growl, stomping into the room, and the girl, whatever her name is, obeys without hesitation. The sound of her footsteps fading down the hallway and down the stairs. "You... You... Do you like making me look stupid? Hiding around to have sex behind my back, lying to me."
Jaeha knows better than anyone how dangerous you were, and the smart thing to do now would be to back away, get up and prepare for a blow. But he refuses and spreads his legs, relaxing his posture as you approach with a murderous look.
"I don't hide," Jaeha spits. "And I didn't lie. I said: busy, classroom, and I was busy in a classroom until you interrupted."
You quickly close the distance and grab his face hard enough that a muscle in his cheek twitches. Second in command or not, there was no way you could beat Jaeha in a real fight, which is what stopped him from start to throw punches.
"You keep messing with me and I'm going to hurt you for real, Han Jaeha."
"Are you really going to start a fight over this?"
You don't look amused as you let go of his face. "Stand up, Jaeha." He doesn't move, and you don't repeat yourself. Jaeha only has time to feel that instinct flashing in warning before he's pulled out of the chair, by his hair. "How dare you?!"
You throw him over a desk, kick the chair he was sitting in away. So you don't kick him, Jaeha knows. His stomach hits the hard edge and he grunts.
They often called him a psychopath, but the only psychopath here was you. One hookup, once, and that was all it took for you to think you owned him.
Ignoring Jaeha's insults, you force one of his arms back, twisting it against his back at a wrong, deliberate angle. Oh, shit. He know this position. Any more force and he would end up with a broken arm. With your free hand, you undo and pull down his pants. "No underwear, whore?"
"I like being ready to fuck—Hgh, damn..." Jaeha growls as you wrench his arm, the threat of your power in the air — one cruel jerk would shatter the joint. But not even that shut him up. "This is starting to get ridiculous, [name]. You fuck me once and think we're dating? How fucked up is that?"
You laugh, breathless, dry, sticking two dry fingers in his ass. It burns like hell, and Jaeha isn't proud of how loud he sounds when, instead of stopping when encounters resistance, you push harder, forcing him to breathe through it. "Fuck, ah, fuck, that hurts, y-you lunatic..."
"Does it hurt?" you ask, twisting your fingers inside him in a way that makes his legs tremble. "That's how I feel every time I know you're spreading your legs around, fucking everything that moves like a dog in heat, sticking your dick in any hole."
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Fuck you, what a stupid comparison—"
You press his arm to remind him of the veiled threat, and Jaeha is suddenly grateful for the support of the desk. It feels as if all the strength has left his body, leaving only stiffness, the heat thickening beneath his breath, and the burning at the base of his spine. The dull pain in his shoulder.
He gasps.
Everything seems to hurt, but especially his hole, raw and tense around your fingers.
"We both know you're a fucking masochist, Jaeha. That's the only reason you keep trying to get my attention, knowing that I can't stand cheating."
It wasn't cheating, Jaeha wanted to scream. You fucking psychopath. You fucked once, maybe twice, after the euphoria of a fight. The first and only dick he'd ever taken, he knew that was why you'd freaked out, because you knew it. And now you thought he was yours.
He tries to pull his free arm away, and you cruelly tighten your grip, forcing his shoulder back until the muscle cracks. "Try to escape and I'll break your arm. Now breathe and stop squeezing so hard, I need to stretch you for my cock."
"[name], don't you dare! I'll throw you off the terrace of this school!"
A third finger is pushed inside. Jaeha stretches his feet, trying to escape the touch, but that only reminds him of the strange angle his arm is pulled at, and he has to force himself to stay still.
"You were having fun with that girl, that's what you said, you were hard for her and now you're hard for me. You can't say no to me, Jaeha. You belong to me."
Then your fingers leave him, and Jaeha can't even breathe in relief before he feels the broad head of your cock burning against his rim. He can hear his own voice like a stranger's, echoing off the walls of the classroom, threatening, cursing, calling your name. It becomes a painful whimper when you push and your cock sinks inside. No more than the tip, yet it makes his whole body tremble. Too much.
"Jaeha is so tight for me." Your nose pushes against his sweaty neck, and only then does Jaeha realize that you're closer, half lying on his back, putting more weight on his arm. "Just for me, right? Only I can touch you here, deep where you like it, no one else."
Jaeha would call you delusional if he could speak. If his tongue weren't so heavy, saliva pooling in his mouth, his body so hot he can barely breathe.
"Damn it, no more," he's begging, without even realizing or knowing why. It hurts. It burns. He can feel your heartbeat inside him, mixing with his own. Thump thump thump.
He would break in half.
You kiss his neck, what you can reach of his face and his mouth; quick, sloppy kisses that are so sweet it only makes everything more sickening. And it's only when your hand leaves his arm alone and moves down the front of his body that Jaeha realizes you weren't lying, he was hard for you.
"You're dripping wet," you sound amazed, licking his mouth. Jaeha tries and fails to pull away. "I'm not," he murmurs back, none of the previous steel remaining.
"Yes, yes you are, you slut," you accuse, and still manage to sound affectionate. You kiss his ear over the strands of hair and promise, "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Jaeha. And the next time you think about touching someone, you'll remember this—my cock inside you, you whimpering for me, about to come when I've barely started fucking you."
Fuck you. No, he wouldn't. Jaeha thinks, but his mind is completely detached from his body.
He pants like a dog, tongue out, with the raw contact of your thumb rubbing the sensitive head of his cock. Not gently. Hard. Making him feel that you were absolutely right. His balls were so tight, his cock dripping on the floor, and he was going to cum on your fingers.
"No, I—pleas—no," Jaeha denies, but he sounds weak, broken, almost tearful. The all-powerful Han Jaeha defeated by a dick in his ass.
Your hips move forward, slowly, carefully; fingers caressing only the sensitive tip of his member. Jaeha feels the wetness of saliva sink into his ass along with your cock. His arm is still bent behind his back where you left it and Jaeha blindly grabs your clothes, trembling, panting, his hole aching like hell, but he's as hard as ever.
His entire body is on fire, and Jaeha feels the stretching of his insides in his spine as you push and force his walls to accommodate you. He has no choice. His body has no choice, it just obeys. Jaeha feels your cock so deep that his stomach twists and his bladder tightens.
"I can feel how close you are, Jaeha, you easy bitch. You needed this so badly, don't you? Missed my cock tearing you apart, ?"
His cock gushes hot between your fingers, hole pulsing around you, and Jaeha's face burns with the humiliation of not knowing if the wet sound echoing is him cumming or pissing.
"You love this," you say, your fingers pulling at his sensitive cock, making him continue to leak in what seems like an endless orgasm. "You love being mine. Admit it, Jaeha, you knew exactly what would happen when you sent me that text. You wanted me to see you with that girl and put you in your place."
Jaeha murmurs.
"Louder, Jaeha."
"Ah-yes," he moans, the admission more humiliating than being fucked where anyone could walk in at any moment—hell, that girl definitely knows they're fucking right now. "Yes, I oh I wanted to... It—it's fun..."
"Fuck, you're crazy,” you grunts, but Jaeha feels your cock jump inside him. You sigh through your teeth as your hips recoil, pulling out, sounding as broken as Jaeha is when his hole refuses to let go, tightening around you.
Jaeha laughs.
"Y-yeah… you’re one to talk. Just—just finish what you started... I want to fell you ah all day long." Jaeha shudders when your hand slides slowly, up then down his overstimulated member, in a caress that was too gentle.
"So, we’re official now?" Of course that’s where your mind would go.
It’s terrible timing and his shoulder still aches, a reminder of how good of a mood you are today. If he knew what was good for him, he'd say yes.
Yandere is going to kidnap his darling, he's waiting in a bush for the perfect time to strike, but the leaves feel so uncomfortable, he keeps on shifting around, trying to get that weird feeling that was creeping over his legs to leave. Only it wasn't, rather it was spreading up his body, over his arms and back and oh my fucking god what plant is this?! Shit shit shit, he was itching!
Darling hears a bunch of rustling coming from outside, they go to the window and sees some unfortunate guy who'd fallen into the poison oak in their garden. They can't help but feel responsible, they'd been putting off dealing with it and now some innocent civilian was suffering!
They go out and help him inside, he looked positively miserable! They brought him some antihistamines and a glass of water. They told him that they definitely had some anti-itching lotion somewhere, they just had to go and find it, but in the mean time it would probably be better to take of at least his outer layer of clothes, so the oil wasn't still on him. They reassured him that they'd let him borrow some clothes until his were washed and dry, and he seemed to perk up at that.
Yandere feels very conflicted. He'd definitely failed in his plan to kidnap his Darling, but there he was, sitting on their sofa while they went and doted on him. Hell, they'd told him to strip, were going to rub lotion on him, give him their clothes AND wash his, making them smell like them? If he wasn't this damn itchy he'd be so hard right now!
But he was. Itchy. Hoooly shit was he itchy. He was moving his hands as fast as he could, scratching as many places as was physically possible. It still wasn't enough.
It felt like his entire body was crawling and he could only scratch two places at once, plus all the wriggling he was doing into the couch. Whenever he'd been at one place long enough for it to feel better, he'd move to another, but after he stopped scratching it, it would come back with a vengeance. His movements somehow grew even more erratic, convinced that if he was that little bit faster, went that little bit harder, he would get relief from this stupid-
Darling came back into the room to find the man frantically clawing at himself. He didn't even realise that they were there at first, eyes squeezed shut. When he finally noticed them in the doorway, he froze in place. Staring straight at them and almost trembling with... The need to keep scratching? Embarrassment at getting caught? Probably a mix of both.
Clearly medication wasn't going to be enough. Look at him! He was like a cat that had been dropped in a pond! Or a cat that had gotten fleas, if we want to be accurate. He was never going to heal properly if his impulse control was that bad!
Yandere that sits on their Darlings couch, leaning into their side while watching a film, being spoon fed soup - hands trapped in oven mits and duct taped behind his back, realising with both horror and joy that he is the one who's been kidnapped...
CAN I REQUEST THR SWEET READER U DID FOR BRIAN WITH JAMES AND ANGEL :)
I LOVE HOW U WRITE SWEET READER LIKE HE'S JUST SUPER NICE AND CARING AND NOT ACTING LIKE A DUMB CHILD OR LIKE HES ALL INNOCENT 😓
James Doakes, Angel Batista with a lover who's too sweet
male leaning, arguments, expensive gifts, guilt, angel feels like an ass, james feels like more of an ass, reader being clumsy, silent treatment, clumsiness , getting distracted easily, i like making the reader like rita, i love rita, #ritaxdexterxaaroncannon, marry me rita, rita kiss me, no rita slander, rita i love you
— How'd you get with this guy.
— You worked alongside him after Laguerta was out as lieutenant, and you agitated him at first. He didn't at all want to work with some kid, nor was he ready to work with someone else just yet. Obviously he complained, but he had to oblige because it was his job.
— He'd grow way too fond of you, you pretty much made his day as well. When he just got to work after a long night, definitely not feeling it just seeing you walk in with the brightest smile on your face warmed his heart. Even if he didn't show it as much.
"Ain't shit to smile about detective." Your head turned towards him as you waved at him. "Morning to you too!" And it wasn't even in a sarcastic way, you actually meant it.
— Even during heavy moments you would never fail to make him laugh. For someone as calm and sweet as you, you were just all over the place.
— Hearing you yell, "I got it!" During a chase just to fall flat on your face, then get up and go "I still got it!"
"Just put him in the interrogation room, uh.. detective? What happened to your.." you wiped your face of any leftover dirt, but there would still be a mark left.
"I fell." Laguerta turned to Doakes, making him sigh and roll his eyes. "He fell."
— You had accidentally confessed to him, you were enjoying one of those nights where someone like Dexter or Angel would buy a whole night of drinks and you decided to join for once.
— James told you to stay home for things like these, but you shook your head and claimed you weren't a lightweight yet here you were.
— You were going insane, hanging off random people, dancing on randoms and you almost got taken home by someone you didn't know. The man could barely have fun because he had to make sure you didn't do anything stupid.
— When you tried to get up on stage to be one of the strippers he decided it was time for you to go home.
"I told you not to come here." Your face was at the side of his chest as he carried you to his car, your wobbling figure tripping over absolutely nothing but air.
"James.." you muttered, "Yeah, yeah, I got you." His chest felt tight as you whispered his first name, loving the way you had croaked it out even if it was barely audible.
"No, James.." He got confused. "No? No, what." You stopped in the front of him, making him trip over your feet and get entirely too close to you. "I love you.." and you kissed him— well something like that. Your lips simply grazed his before you passed out on his shoulder.
He was stuck for a moment, still kept a hold on you yet he was still absolutely lost and dumbfounded.
— Getting you home was such a hassle, you had woken up mid way and instantly tried to get his pants off.
— You were trying to take off your shirt at first because it was hot, but when you noticed James was in front of you, you randomly thought the two of you were having sex.
"Hey, quit it." You whined in his ear as he took your fingers off of his belt, putting your hands next to your head. "But why..? You love me don't you?" He did. He wanted nothing more to take you right then and there.
"I won't do this. Not while you're drunk."
— It sort of became an unspoken relationship, the two of you just sort of knew you were together and went along with it. Everything was amazing, you were amazing and the best he's ever had.
— Dates were fun, work was even fun, acting like you two were teenagers that were still in love.
— Yet there was one thing you most definitely tried to avoid, and something he definitely tried to avoid. You tried to avoid arguments, because you knew he wouldn't win, and he tried to avoid making you upset because you were really good at giving him silent treatment.
"How longs it been?" He couldn't believe he was talking to Dexter about this.
"2 weeks."
— There wasn't much communication needed. He knew what he did.
It wasn't a good day, not even you could help him too much. He was stressed, and the whole crime scene was just messy and nothing was getting done. He had just yelled at Morgan— both of them to hurry up and get as much evidence as they could. And you were tired as it is, a bit of a headache this morning but you yourself still tried to make the atmosphere feel lighter.
But then you bumped into something, and knocked it over covering it in blood. "Oops.." you said quietly. And that made James livid.
"Damn it Detective!" Detective, him calling you that was the first thing that made your heart drop. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to—" "This is an important case right now! We almost have this guy and you're here fuckin' around?!" You could barely get your word in as he kept going.
"Maybe if you did your fucking job," There it was, the heavy feeling in your throat. "We could actually shit done, and not get as many damn complaints of not doing what we need to do, your the main reason!"
Your face dropped completely, staring at him in disbelief before you just walked away. Now there was no light feeling in the air, everyone knew when you got like this there wouldn't be a good feeling for a bit. Masuka went up to doakes, giving him some advice "Uh..me and Dexter can get the blood off and still get some prints of the sort."
"Masuka."
"Sorry."
— Oh bless his poor soul. He's the biggest loverboy who makes way too many mistakes.
— You were like a blessing to him, he couldn't keep on distracting himself with other women to get over his ex-wife. It just wasn't working.
— But seeing you practically trot around the station and greet others like they were your closest friends had him head over heels for you and he didn't want to ever let go of that feeling.
"Morning Angel!"
"Morning.."
— He adored every moment he could, even the moments where you got distracted. He wouldn't say you're bad at your job, he would say at times you're surprisingly good at it.
"Our suspect is a white male, maybe about 5'9, a bit of stubble and he's a Blondie." He would continue giving the description of this guy, while your eyes would be on someone who seemed to be sneaking away from the crowd. You'd been staring at him for a while.
"Like that guy?" Angel stopped talking, looking behind him and seeing that the suspect was now completely booking it.
"What— Why didn't you say it sooner!"
"I didn't know!"
"Yes you did!"
— You were his every reason. Including the reason he'd drink his feelings away.
"I mean Dex..I don't know, I'm such a fucked up guy and he's..perfect." Dexter knew he was afraid to make the same mistakes, treat you wrong and push you away.
"Angel—" "I mean he's the sweetest person in the world, and I'm me, I get fuckin' awkward around him all the damn time. What could he see in a guy like me?" "Angel—" "I love him, man."
Yeah, he was out of it.
— He planned to ask you out at some point, to have the most romantic moment he could with you. And that's exactly what he set up, he booked the most expensive place he could in Miami and took you there.
— You asked him what the occasion was, but he thought that bit would be obvious.
"Look, I.." he took a bit of a breath, looking down at the gift he got you. It was a bracelet, with diamond littered all over it and it was his entire pay to get it for you.
"I want to—" "Yes." You were too excited, you knew what he was gonna do, Dexter 'accidentally' told you. But he still wanted to have his moment of saying what he was gonna say.
"Sorry! Sorry, continue."
— He for sure made sure to not screw up, to treat you like the sweetness that you were. But you always outdid him in some way possible.
— He had gone through at least ten anniversary gifts, and settled on more jewelry. It was a necklace, pretty expensive and anyone could tell. The butterfly had amethyst all inside of it, glowing beautiful in the moonlight and in the sunlight.
— Your reaction had him smiling and giggling, you were kissing him all over and instantly wore the gift on your neck promising to never take it off.
"Now time for your gift." His gift? You left him outside, covering his eyes and having him wait a moment. He heard the sound of concrete cracking, like wheels driving on it? And then he heard the screeching of a car.
No damn way.
"You got me a car!?" He was jaw dropped, while you had the wide smile on your face. "Mhm!" He shook his head, not believing a single bit of it. He got you a necklace..while you got him a car?
Pairing: Yan! Joe Goldberg x Male Reader x Yan! Dexter Morgan (separate)
Uhh, this is my first time doing this, this is mostly an apology post, for being so lazy and holding the requests down and not posting as much as I should and yeah... truly sorry about that, but you can also see this as a teaser, topics I might just use for bots and stuff
Warning: Stalking (You are a stalker, you could also see it as you being a Yandere also), Yandere! Joe and Dexter, both are separate and in different universes (if that makes sense), NSFW topics!, You being a pervert, you are a bit creepy (you're a stalker, what did you exspect?), breaking and entering, spy cameras, Dexter and Joe get off to the fact that you are stalking THEM, these are headcannons, and not a fic, these are also bad and a bit short, I might make a part 2 if this gets to 200 likes, maybe, or 100 likes, if you guys like this, I might just make more, but don't expect this the be a regular thing, this isn't my groove, my groove is bot making, not fanfic writing
"𝘿𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊𝙊?"
Dexter met you at a grocery store, he was trying to reach for something before seeing someone else's hand reach for it and take it, as he turned to look who did it, he saw you, and how you... so nicely gave him the item he was reaching for, the way your eyes subtly run up and down his body, as you said your good byes, Dexter's eyes didn't leave your form as you walked away, he knew he was hooked
Joe met you in the bookstore he worked at, you asked him for recommended books and where you can find a specific book, it was a good choice of book, you two talked about your favorite books too! The way you gave him your card after finding your book, you didn't have too, but you did... it was as if you wanted him to know you... to know your name... your face... everything, as you left, Joe could stop thinking about you... your voice, he knew he was hooked
"𝙄𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏, 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙎𝙊 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙁𝙄𝙀𝘿"
When Dexter came back to his apartment, he didn't expect to see flowers on his kitchen counter and a... lunch box full of cooked food, it was food... that used the same ingredient you helped him reach, Dexter got home late... did you really go out of your way to break into his place and make him some food? How romantic! There was even a little note "Enjoy" — it read, Dexter couldn't help himself, smiling down at the gift you made for him, I mean... it must have been you? It must have!
When Joe got back to his flat, he didn't expect to see two roses on top of a book in his living room, as he got closer and picked the book up, he realized that it was a limited edition book, one who sold out years ago... it was his favorite book, one he loved to read, there was even a little note "Enjoy" — it read, Joe couldn't stop himself from smiling, what a romantic, you must have gotten it for him, I mean, you were the only one he told he even liked this book! So it must have been you! It must have been!
After stalking your love for a month now, you couldn't wait much longer, you wanted to see him, see him whole, so... well, you bought small cameras, and broke into their place while they weren't there, putting the cameras where they wouldn't notice, or so you hoped, you hid them good, he wouldn't be able to find it... would he?
Oh, but Dexter knew, he saw something shine in the corner of his eye, he knew what it was, now aren't you such a pervert?~ putting a camera in his bedroom, so bold... god did that turn him on, he couldn't help but tease you, purposely standing in the camera's point of view, slowly, but surely, taking off his shirt, unbuttoning each button slowly, Dexter was making sure he didn't look at the camera, he didn't want you to know he knew, Dexter liked the chase, the feeling of being wanted, he wanted to see how long it will take you before you break and take what you wanted, when Dexter got his shirt off, he turned around, now his back side turned to the camera, he then, also slowly, took his pants off, he knew he was giving you the perfect view of his ass, he bet you were even stroking your cock watching him undress, weren't you? Just the thought made him almost hard...
Now, Joe, he also saw a camera in the corner of his eye, "Such boldness..." Joe thought, biting his bottom lip, he did what he normally did for a few days, before he put his plan in action, Joe knew there was a spy camera in his room, you probably put it there to watch him sleep, hm? Such a caring stalker you are~ Joe made his way to his bed, laying on it, his hand going downwards, rubbing his crotch, till he could feel himself getting hard, whimpering as he teased himself before pulling his pants down, just to his knees, before he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly, his lips parted, letting out deep breathes as he thought about you, were you stroking your cock watching? Oh how he hoped so, he was doing this for you, hoping you're watching him, as Joe got harder and harder he help himself and started to stroke himself off faster and faster, his moans and whimpers getting louder, wanting to make himself look as submissive as possible, he really was putting on a show for you... it wasn't long before Joe climaxed, his cum landing on his hand, he made sure all of it landed on his hand before he slowly liked it off, he really... really hoped you liked the show~
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A/N: This is very self indulgent for me. I like a man who eats well.
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“I like the way you eat.”
He nearly choked on the ramen you made him.
“Suddenly?”
“Yeah. It’s cute.”
He leans his head down and gives a shy smile.
“How?”
You shrug.
“I don’t know. You take these like big, small bites that make your cheeks look bigger. Your little stupid earrings jingle along with your jaw. You get concentrated like you’re thinking hard.”
None of this sounds like a compliment to him.
“It’s cute. Your lips get small and pouty like a doll. They get this glossy pinkish plump. Kinda looks like a bunny’s tongue.”
He feels himself getting embarrassed.
“You look like you enjoy every bite you take. You look like you eat well and I like it.”
I'm mad that you fine bitches can't seem to understand this. But I suppose I'll go over this lesson again for the class, SINCE YA'LL HAVEN'T BEEN DOING YOUR HOMEWORK, I GUESS?!
The LADS men love chubby women. ADORE THEM, mind you.
And I whole-heartedly believe that. Believe it with my ENTIRE BEING in fact. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM TOLD ME SO THEMSELVES, SO EAT IT!
On a scale from one to OH MY GOD STOP HOVERING OVER MY FACE, PARK THAT MASERATI OF A PUSSY IN THIS DRIVE-IN MOVIE THEATRE OF A MOUTH.....................................I'd say they're all pretty up there yeah HAHAHAHAHHA
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I got distracted and only wrote Sylus and Xavier...I wanted to get this out of my drafts for the baddies out there. Will I get back and write the rest??? I am not sure LOL. But I hope you guys enjoy.
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Sylus ⟶ He's a lover boy at heart, through and through, come on now. I'm tired of you guys not believing that shit SAY IT AGAIN FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK WHO DON'T GET IT LIKE WE DO. I think he actually gets so offended when you think he can't take you or your love. You worried you can't go zip-a-dee-doo-dah wild with his black card in the most expensive mall in the city after he SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU to go find yourself an new wardrobe of cute clothes because none of the fancy stores carry your size in bulk? Then you must not have heard him right. You're getting those clothes. If they don't have clothes that fit you first of all, they don't deserve his copious amounts of moolah anyways if they can't support his baby, but you really like the style of their fashion, then we're getting them tailored to fit you perfectly. One of a kind. EXPEDITED SHIPPING TO THE HOUSE TOO BITCH.
He is fashion diva #1. He expects a full fashion show of your haul when you get home. Yes, he knows that he saw you try everything on only hours ago. He was there to watch you whip out his card but flex by signing the receipt in his delicate handwriting, smirk and all at how the cashier's jaw dropped when she saw the huge number that the bill read. But he couldn't truly savior you then! While you were enchanting, he also couldn't shake off the jealousy brewing in his heart at the idea of the store employees being able to gawk at your beautiful body too. That put him on edge more than anything. Plus, the wine that they offered him while waited for you in between you running into the changing room and coming back out to show him the new look with a beautiful smile on your gorgeous lips was bland as fuck. It couldn't compare to his private collection of Chateau Lafite Rothschild, that's for sure.
Sylus dimmed the lights to set the mood as he sat back on his favorite comfy chair that you hand picked out for the home, and began his show. Every outfit you come out of your shared bedroom in, every new style you present, it all sends a thrill up his spine. The way your body curved and moved in the clothes just made him fall in love with you all over again. The wine both dulls his senses while he enjoys the view and loosened his lips further and further each time you prance out into the cozy living room.
"I knew a halter neckline would look exquisite on you. You know I adore your shoulders and arms. Ah—don't try to cover yourself. I'm trying to enjoy my show."
"Oh, that skirt is just divine, my love. You know I love how you look in dark red."
"I remember this one. You said you wanted to match my suit jacket with this, yes? Wear it out to dinner together sometime? Hm~, I love it."
"Oh, my~. That dress...mmm~. Rather short, isn't it? No, I'm not saying you should return it. You'll just have to save that one for home, dear. I don't want anyone getting the foolish idea that they are allowed to look upon the parts of you that are mine alone to indulge in~."
"Kitten...~"
You saved the best for last. A full body ruby red lacy lingerie set. Intricate lattice ribbon work danced across your shoulder blades. Strings and layers of lacy keep everything in check, but tease just enough to show the goodies underneath. Bows dot around your best features, the crest of your cleavage, on top of your beautiful wide hips, even on the back of your matching red panties right above the curve of your ass. You paired them with special matching thigh high stockings and lacy garter belts that hug your plushness mouth-wateringly so.
You made sure to keep this purchase a secret from Sylus. You didn't want to ruin the surprise. So when you whined sweetly to him that you were just "sooo thirsty for a sweet treat~, would you be the sweetest boyfriend ever and get me something cold~?", he didn't hesitate to march off on his valiant quest for his princess. You hatched your plan then. You scurried back to the store you had just been in and enlisted the help of the woman behind the counter. You asked for her help to secretly hold the clothes for you behind the counter so you could come back and purchase them as a surprise for your man when he wasn't looking, and she gladly aided in your cause. You purchased them, with her even specially wrapping the pieces so Sylus couldn't peak at what you purchased, and gave her your thanks, before running back out to the entrance of the store. You caught him walking back just in time, with a icy cold beverage for you in hand. He had asked what you had gone back to buy, but you gave a small white lie saying it was the cardigan that you had tried on that you were on the fence about.
So, when you waltzed out in more, or should I say, less than just a fuzzy sweet cardigan? He couldn't have been more pleased.
Safe to say, the rest of his bougie glass of wine was unfortunately forgotten on the side table, as he promptly stood up, glided over to you your side. You allowed him to grasp your hand and place the most sweetest and sincerest kisses upon your delicate flesh. He then grabbed your other hand with his, and lifted both of your arms as if he was about to being to dance you around. At the precipice of your wing span however, he released your palms from his grasp, but dragged his forefinger and middle finger together down your arms.
First, pit stopping at your wrists. He grasped them with his thumbs and two fingers, resting his thumb along your inner wrist. He sat there a beat and only moved on once he felt your pulse thump thump rhythmically beneath his grasp. He'd never tell you this, but feeling your heartbeat against his skin makes him want to backflip into the air and hold you closer than he ever has before. You heart beat racing for him gives him both the knowledge that you are here with him and you are safe at his side, and it also lets him know your true feelings about anything, mainly concerning how you feel for him, when weaving through the web of your teases and snickers get to be too confusing to decern.
He trails his fingers further down your arms, taking his time scanning his eyes around to admire you for you. Exploring the peaks and valleys of the cellulite around your arms and legs, tracing the stretch marks that chase each other around your biceps and breasts, caressing the bumps of soft fat that form your heavenly waistline, aaaaall the way down to his other favorite pretty kitty.
Before he could pin you against the cream-colored wall behind you and worship you like the woman that you are, you quickly pull him into a raunchy kiss by the back of his silver head. You mash your plush lips across his, and whine that you can't take it anymore. Sylus couldn't agree more.
Somehow, you two end up in the bedroom, and he has you pinned beneath him. You think you got here right after Sylus wrapped your arms around his neck, and hoisted you up by the backs of your knees into his arms. He carried you back, saying something along the lines of, "A gorgeous lady should be treated to a soft surface before getting ravished within an inch of her life~", all so he can show you just how much he appreciates you little surprise~.
Your legs are spread wide for his stocky body to fit in between, your hands are pinned by one of his above your head, and Sylus is currently sucking hickies into any open square inch of skin the lingerie allows him to see. Oh, don't worry, he'll appreciate the rest of your clothed skin in due time. When he rips off the rest of the beautiful lace hiding his gift from him, that is.
However, before giving in to your siren call of desire and delivering to you the pleasure that you oh so desire and deserve, he holds for a beat. You wrists are in his hands, fingers twitching under his dominant vice. You think he's stopping so he can hear you beg just a little harder, and so you do wiggling your plush hips and sticking out your bottom lip a little further to show him just how much he means to you. But it's not for that, as wonderful as your pleads are to hears.
He waits for your pulse again.
Thump thump thump thump.
Sylus smirks.
He is thrilled that he can still get your heart racing for him. Him, and him alone.
Xavier ⟶ *in Raquelle's voice* You're joking... The man who is obsessed with sleepy beddy-bye go night-night time? The man who craves a warm, soft, fluffy pillow to lay his head down on more than he craves to breathe? That man? You're saying he isn't a fat girl enthusiast?! Yea, sure, okaaaaay... *mega side eye*
BUT YOU'D BE WRONG, HOE! He can sense a chubby baddie from a mile away. He's like a shark; he's cute and all over you in seconds. He can't help but want to drape himself all over you all the damn time. Hugging you from behind, arms wrapped around your thick waist. Looping his arm through your own and resting his head on your shoulder. Laying his head in your pillowy lap when you've sat down on the couch to read, play video games, watch a movie—anything. He's there. He's you're little quiet shadow.
When you aren't there to be with him or when you ask for a little personal space...all hell breaks loose. He's INSTANTLY pouting. Xavier is like a spoiled first born child. He's all nice and sweet when he gets what he wants, but the minute there's resistance to his needs? He's throwing a tantrum. Well, he's not kicking and screaming, he's more mature than that.
He just...finds a round-about way to get what he wants.
So, here's how it goes. You're sitting up on your guy's bed, all cuddled up in your fuzzy blanket, surrounded by your mountain of pillows, the room is cold and dark except from the blinding light from the television in currently playing your favorite show that you're rewatching for the nth time, and life couldn't be better. The only thing that is missing is your kind and caring and needy boyfriend. However, you're feeling mischievous. You want to see how far you can push Xavier. See how much resistance he'll put up with before he decides to tear the walls down and take you for himself.
So, when you inevitably hear Xavier open the front door, kick off his shoes, and start to make his way up to your shared bedroom, you know its finally time. The man comes in, slouched and groggy from a long day. All he wants to do is lay down with you and sleep every ounce of tiredness and exhaustion away with you by his side. So when he sees you laid in bed all pretty and practically on a silver platter of holy grail fluffy fuzzy cuddlable goodness? Yea, he needs that mfing cooking so bad.
He first tries to come over to your side of the bed. He wraps his arms around your back and leans in with his lips puckered, aiming to land a kiss on you as a greeting, but you hold up your hand to block his sneak attack. He blinks, unsure of why his lips have met your soft hand rather than your own luscious lips, and you proceed to tell him you're overstimulated and just need "a little space for a bit".
Yeah, right, lover boy.
He goes straight into a his signature pout. Crystal eyes downturned in a scowl at the notion of not being able to love on his starlight, but he concedes. He accepts your reason, and moves back to take off his work attire to slip into something more comfortable. Once he's in his jammies, he tries to go to his side of the bed to lay down and silently pray that you'll let him latch on to your side so he can leach bit by bit of love from you until you give in, but you stop him there too. You ask him for space and even propose that he go sit on the couch.
To say he is distraught is the understatement of the century.
He can't believe what he is hearing. Shocked and frustrated at the devious play you made, he asks if you're okay and if can get you anything. At the end of all his frustration, he is still such a gentleman at heart. You can't help but giggle, and say that no, you're okay, just feeling weird.
Xavier, ever in his "I love my girlfriend so much you don't understand" mindset, chooses to give you your space in peace. He painstakingly grabs a pillow from his side of the bed and wishes you well, reminding you that he is right outside on the lonely cold, sad couch if you need him. He trots away to the door, opens it, and makes the decision to look back at you with the saddest look you've ever seen grace the man's features. He looks like he's a sad little puppy dog left outside to be soaked by the rain, left to wonder if anyone even loves him in this world anymore. He also clutches the measly little pillow in front of him with both of his arms, carrying it like its his sole possession left to his name. Realizing you're not gonna cave, he sighs and walks away for real this time. You almost couldn't keep your laughter in.
He lasts for not even a full five minutes.
Xavier comes barreling back into guys' room and stands menacingly at the doorway entrance. His arms are crossed and the pillow he previously carried off with him is now plopped unceremoniously on the ground beside his feet. He doesn't even take a second to march over to you, flop down on bed, and shove his face into your neck. You giggle and squeal, but it's no use. He wraps his arms tightly around you and doesn't let go. He nuzzles and digs his way into your warm squish like a tick preparing to latch onto its latest meal.
"You were just toying with me, weren't you?"
He pushed his cold as fuck hands underneath your shirt to clasp onto your back. You squeal and not totally in pleasure this time, wiggling around to try and knock him off of your sensitive skin. He doesn't care. Xavier just begins to nip at you with soft and loving pinches of his teeth. You can feel a small smile thread across his lips, so you know he is not too mad at your silly behavior.
"I heard you giggling down the hall. I bet you thought it was so funny to imagine me all cold and sniveling on the couch. Deserted, betrayed." He is much too dramatic for his own good.
You can't tell when it begins, but his little grazes of his teeth along your collarbone slowly morph into suckles and drags of his tongue along your neck. You can't help but begin to let out soft little pants and even a whine when his teeth get involved in the game. He repositions you so that his thigh is in between your slightly spread doughy thighs. He has never told you, but he adores the way your thighs touch his body. Like, even when you've spread your legs amply for him, you thighs still touch slightly, and he doesn't know why it gets him going but it does. He wants you to squeeze down on his thigh and
He pants, swerving his head up to be eye level with you, a much more sinister glint is present now in his pupils than when he first came home. With that, you know you've succeeded in your mission.
"Want to see how pushing me to the edge makes me really want to behave for you?"
Zayne
Rafayel
Caleb
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Let me know if you guys would like a follow up to this post! Love you guys. <3
Synopsis: in which the jjk men take part in No Nut November and you get to see how long they last (spoiler: it's not very long, but that dickkkk is)
Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, p in v, unprotected smex, misuse of Limitless, cúnnilingus, squírting, overstimulation, desperate men, dirty talk - praise and degradation, pússydrunk men, fingering, teasing, edging, pússy inspection, footjob, mastúrbation, séx toys used - cóck ring/handcuffs, whimpering men, femdom in parts, mild bloodplay - sucking a drop of blood, cúm eating, stomach bulging, creampie, backshots, full nelson, brief face slapping, asphyxiation, hair pulling, sub!choso, misuse of a belt and tie, mouth gag, cowgirl, body marking, orgasm denial, true form!sukuna, misuse of curse mouth, áss eating, spanking, lotta cursing, some notes of SH? - biting lips until it bleeds/restraining themselves/digging nails into skin, not proofread
a/n: here's hoping I don't get flagged for the pic. Tumblr pls i am not your strongest soldier have mercy. header — A Doting And Kind Husband, He Returns To His Beast Form With Unparalleled Sexual Prowess by Aizawa Anji
SATORU - 7 days 14 hours
“Fuck,” he whines in your ear, “so t-tight. I can barely fit it in. Did you -hah- get tighter? L-like magically?”
You’re bent over the coffee table, shorts and panty pooling at your knees as he thrusts his cock in your drenched pussy, which greedily gobbles him up. Breathless, you answer, “That’s not h-how it -ngh!- works, Toru.”
There was nothing especially seductive about what you were wearing nor what you were doing — normal house clothes and peering under the sofa for your dropped earring. But you should’ve known Satoru would see the imprint of your pussy through your shorts, ass up in the air and back arched, and would lose all sense and reason.
He grabbed at you, face shoved to the apex of your thighs from behind, ignoring your squeal. Satoru was munching on your cunt through the material, moaning like a whore as if he was really tasting the real thing. You could feel the wetness of his saliva all over your thighs, or maybe that was your pussy juices. It was hard to tell.
When he finally saw clearly, he wasted no time pulling your shorts down so he could see you in all your glory. “Oh, baby. I missed you too,” he cooed. “Look how pretty you are.”
Thumbs spreading your lips apart, he watched the drop of clear wetness dripping down to your clit, and then hanging in the air before he caught it with a finger and fucked it back inside you. He watched his long digit disappear inside with awe. Your pussy squelched and he nodded.
“I know, I know. I’m so mean, aren’t I?” Satoru whispered to your cunt. “Lemme make it up to you.”
Things snowballed after that.
Sure, you could’ve stopped him, could’ve smacked him away like a misbehaving dog, but you were having your fun regardless; you weren’t taking the challenge seriously anyway. So, you clung to the edge of the table, crying out at the dizzying stretch of his cock entering your body. You missed it too, the feeling of him. A week is a really long time to go without being fucked stupid.
Satoru isn’t even making sense anymore; he’s just murmuring depraved things. “Love this -hngh- p-pussy. Gonna fill you up with my -shiiitttt- cum. Gonna keep you s-stuffed full. We’re gonna be attached forever –yeah fuck back into me, baby, that’s it. Never letting you go.”
“Ngh! Toru, harder! Fuck me harder.”
He holds your hips still, pulling his cock out until only his tip remains inside. “O-of course, baby. Whatever you want.” You scream when he rams the whole length back inside, sliding against that gummy spot inside you. The orgasm washes over you out of nowhere, sending your eyes rolling back and the table creaking under your grip.
God, you were so pent up and you didn’t even realise it. He had just started fucking you and you were creaming all over his cock. Obscene squelch! squelch! filling the room.
The lights around you begin flashing in pulses. Things begin to shake. Distantly, you think you can hear sounds of panic in the streets and car alarms raving. And is that an ambulance?
“No, wait fuck! So tight. B-baby, stop-HNGH!” Hot cum floods your walls. Satoru groans, high pitched and so needy. “Oh shit, oh shit. Oh fuuuuuuuckkk.”
Then, without warning, he pulls out and dives face first into your pussy once more, sucking your clit as a mix of your cum and his own leaks out onto his face. He doesn’t care. Not even one bit. Not even as he's shuddering and causing city-wide panic. All he cares about is blowing raspberries on your poor, sensitive clit, motorboating you like an idiot. “Tastes so good,” he breathes out. “So perfect. Always so perfect.”
You sigh, fingers drumming on the table. “We -hah fuck- l-lost, Satoru.”
“Stupid -hah- challenge, anyway,” he grumbles. “We’re never doing this again.”
That’s what he said last year.
“What about Suguru? Your bet with him?” Satoru smacks your clit harshly. You squeal. “Satoru!”
He tugs your hips back to his. Cock raring to go again, he inserts it slowly, inch by inch. There’s no more of that panicked haste to feel you. Almost as if he got it out of his system momentarily. Now, he just needs to regain control, whether of himself or of you, you can’t tell. “Don’t mention another guy in front of me. Not when my dick is the only thing you should be thinking about.”
Possessive Toru?
Haven’t seen him in a while.
Smirking, you tease, “Oh but I’m always thinking about other men when I’m with you; it’s how I can get through your pathetic thrustin–FUCK!”
Eyes wide, you marvel at the increasing sting inside your cunt. He’s not…
Oh god, he is. He’s using his Limitless to stretch you out. Jaw dropping and eyes rolling to the back of your head, you let out a long moan.
Satoru snickers. “That’ll teach you.”
SUGURU - 3 days 17 hours
“Oh you poor thing,” he croons. “Such a shame that you couldn’t hold out longer. Guess you don’t want my respect at all, huh.”
That’s a load of bull; he couldn’t have any more respect for you even if you held the sky on your shoulders. No, he wanted you to cave. He wanted to show off his superiority. He wanted to remind you how utterly weak you are for him. That was why he’d been messing with you since the month started, which hadn’t been a very long at all.
Suguru would brush up against you, skimming his nose against the crook of your neck, whispering how beautiful you look, or would purposely walk around the house shirtless and wearing those grey sweatpants that showed everything.
You didn’t understand why he did any of that — even if you came, it was in his best interest to make sure you had stakes in the matter too. Why would he tempt you and threaten to lose the challenge and incur the mockery of Satoru, who bet him that he’d last longer?
Sometimes, you don't understand Suguru.
In his lap, he works two fingers inside your cunt. He’s curling them against that spot inside you that has you gushing even more all over his long, slender digits. All while he thumbs at your sensitive clit, keeping his lips away from you. Suguru gazes down at you, a lazy smirk on the lips you’d been staring at.
Mewling, you plead, “Sugu, kiss me!”
“Aw, does my pretty girl want to cum whilst kissing me? That’s lewd. Maybe I should call you my perverted girl instead. What do you think?”
You regret ever playing his games. This ridiculous No Nut November challenge and the trying to resist his skillful touch he has you playing right now. If only you weren’t so weak, then you could show him that you can’t be messed with. Instead, you were playing right into his hand. Literally. You’re riding his fingers, grinding on his lap and chasing your orgasm, like the whore he tells you that you are.
“Is my dirty girl close? Hmm? Does she want to cum all over my thighs? Go on, pretty. Lose the challenge not even a week in. Show me how pathetic you are.”
This is all his fault.
He was always musing about the importance of being a united front, how you two were a team that lost and succeeded together. That goes out the window when you’re in the privacy of your own home, you suppose.
God, you want to wipe that smirk off his gorgeous face.
With shaky hands, you grab his head and smack your lips against his. You moan his name right into his mouth, seeking his tongue out and wrestling with the wet appendage. This is what you need. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Since the challenge started, you weren’t allowed to kiss him longer than a peck for fear that he’d be tempted to give up, and it’s been killing you.
That hesitation, that pitying smile you give each other before you say goodbye, knowing that things didn’t feel right without a kiss. Hugs themselves had to be brief and polite, no pressing fronts against each other. You might as well have shook hands and dapped each other up. It was a miserable, miserable three days.
Now, you’re having your fun, swallowing his taste down your throat. It’s all you need to finally go over the edge. You cum with your lips wrapped around his tongue, bobbing your head like it was his cock you were sucking on. “F-fuck, Sugu!”
Fingers leave your pussy with a POP! spreading your wetness all over your skin. His hands dig into the plush of your hips, grip punishing and bruising. Suguru trembles against you, groaning deep and low.
When your heavy eyes open, you’re surprised to find a wet spot on his grey pants that you definitely didn’t leave there. He pants, gaze glossy.
“D-did you…”
In a second, you’re flipped over the sofa, staring up at his towering figure. He scowls at you, eyes a little glazed over. “Yes, pretty. I came from your kiss. You must be feeling so proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
A little. “But what about your challenge with Satoru?”
Suguru shakes his head, cock hard again, and leaking against your clit.
“I won’t be telling him, and neither will you,” he threatens, snapping his teeth. “Not unless you want to see me take his challenge seriously.”
CHOSO - 15 days 19 hours
“Please,” he begged, kneeling before you, clutching your hips and grinding his restrained cock against your leg like a dog. “I c-can’t take it anymore. It hurts. I need you. I need to feel you. I think I’m losing my mind.”
That’s how it started, how you both lost the challenge.
It’s pitiful, really. Not the fact that neither you nor Choso lasted a whole month, because that was always a guarantee, but rather how your latest purchase didn’t hold up very long.
The cock ring around the base of his cock was supposed to keep him from leaking, from cumming all over himself, when you acquiesced by giving him a footjob. You made it abundantly clear that you wouldn’t let him cum and he agreed, nodded fervently, cheek nuzzling your thigh with gratitude.
He’s happy to be touched at all by you, he said. He’ll behave, he promised.
Lies.
“Choso, I’m really disappointed,” you mutter, big toe skimming up the length of his throbbing cock, following the prominent vein you love to lick. He ruts into your foot with a whimper. “I thought you loved me enough to try harder.”
The man had been cumming practically nonstop. In fact, when you fished his cock out of his tight pants, he came from the weight of your judging stare alone.
He’d been like a fountain since.
Biting his swollen lip until it bleeds, he shakes his head. His unruly, raven hair falls out of its pigtails. Locks stick to his sweaty forehead. You brush them away. “D-don’t say that. I do. I do love you. I’m sorry, it just feels too -hngh- t-too good.”
You tut. With your thumb, you gather the dripping blood before it could stain the floor and feed it back into his mouth. He greedily suckles, even when the metallic taste is long gone and it’s just the salt of your skin he’s tasting. That seems to spurn him more because his eyes roll back into his head, cock pulsing faster.
The metal ring does nothing against his will to cum; it’s only digging painfully into the base of his cock in a way that he likes, in a way that reminds him of you. Meanwhile, his tip is red-hot, angrily-swollen in a cute kind of way. And it's beyond glossy from his cum, like a lollipop.
“I miss this,” he breathes out. “I missed you. So so so much. Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out.”
Honestly, he managed quite well; 15 days is nothing to scoff at. You were ready to call it quits five days in, rising one morning especially needy and wanting to wake him up with your pussy to his face, but you held back, because you wanted him to lose. You wanted him to get so worked up that he winds up on his knees, sniffing at your cunt, like a little puppy.
Which he did.
Choso’s so adorably predictable.
“Are you going to cum, Cho? Are you going to dirty my foot?”
Abs tense, he nods, strong arms bulging with barely maintained restraint. “S-sorry -ngh!- I’m sorry.”
If his wrists weren’t tied up in handcuffs behind his back, he’d be hugging your legs to his chest, humping the arch of your feet with his exceptionally hard cock. Or maybe he’d be more ambitious, more desperate and ram his dick inside you, taking what he wanted without a single care.
That wouldn’t be so bad, you muse. Your pussy has been sloppy this entire time. It’s no doubt left a stain on the sofa.
Time to up the ante.
You spread your thighs wide for his viewing pleasure, pulling your panties to the side. “Look at me, Cho. Look at my pussy. I’m soaked, aren’t I? Watch me play with myself.”
He gulps, eyes wide and focused on one spot and one spot only. “So pretty…”
Spreading your lips apart, you show him your clit and how your hole is pulsing his name, metaphorically speaking, of course. That’s all it takes for Choso to whimper so loud you’re sure only the neighbourhood dogs register it.
Searing ropes of cum pierce the air, landing all over his bare chest and on your leg. He pants, moaning your name like a mantra. You sigh. So much for that cockring.
How he even had that much cum stored inside him is a mystery to you.
Hand bundling his hair, you drag him over to where he’s made a mess on your body. “You know the drill. Get to work.”
Choso lets out a breathy laugh, cheeks pink. He scoops up his cum from your shin with his tongue and smudges it onto your sloppy slit with lidded eyes.
You’re so leaving a bad review on the cockring, and the handcuffs he busted out of already. The broken thing lies on the floor as Choso digs his nails into his own skin to avoid angering you more, the length of his broad back visible for you. Sweet bastard’s been holding back on pure will alone, for your sake.
“Happily.”
TOJI - 5 hours 34 minutes
“Tojiiii,” you whine.
He growls, “Shut yer trap.”
If he wasn’t buried balls deep in your greedy cunt, cock indent visible through your lower stomach, you’d be talking his ear off about how annoying he is — he promised he’d take No Nut November seriously this year.
Last year, he lasted not even an hour. As soon as the clock struck midnight, he jumped you, heavy hands touching you up, rough and demanding until you gave in. It’s funny to him, you suppose. It’s funny to get you to trust him just for the asshole to take what he wanted anyway.
Held in a full nelson, his favourite position, you have no choice but to take his thick cock; there’s nowhere you could run to. His arms are hooked under your knees, arms locked behind his head, tied up with your ripped stockings.
“I -ngh! s-slow down- I can’t b-believe you -fuuuck- lied to me!”
You can feel him everywhere. He’s filling you up so good you swear you can feel him in your lungs, emerging from your throat. It’s disgusting how sweat slicked you two are, how soaked the sheets are from your splashing juices. The bed is banging against the wall, scratching paint off with the friction. The neighbours are not going to be happy. They’d already told you off three times last week.
Toji snarls a laugh in your ear, sharp canine scraping the shell of your ear. “Didn’t lie. Lasted longer than last year, didn’t we? Count your -mmm fuck, pussy trying to keep me inside, ain’t it?- your -heh- blessings, doll.”
Feet planted on the mattress, he fucks up into you with no mercy.
Seriously.
He was treating your pussy like the enemy, like it’s personally victimised him. There’s not a single part of him that cares that you’ve been squirting into the air like a fountain or that your juices and his cum have created a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. He certainly doesn’t give a fuck that your wetness drips down his balls and into his ass crack.
It’s all part of the process, he’d tell you. Just ride it out.
“What I can’t believe,” he begins, licking the sweat off the length of your neck, “is you -shiiit- thinking this was gonna end any o-other way. Tried to hide this dirty pussy from me too. Playing a -hah- dangerous game, ma.”
Oh, he really hated that. When his hand reached for your cunt under the covers as dawn broke through the openings in the curtain, you sleepily swatted it away. That was your mistake. He woke you up with a smack to your cheek. It didn’t hurt very much, but you did feel the heat growing on your skin. It had you panting before he did anything else.
Smiling to yourself despite the situation, you clench down hard, listening to his sudden grunt, and musing, “Maybe you just -mmm- need to have more -ngh!- self-control.”
Idiot.
Idiot with a death wish.
With acrobatic skill, he lunges forward, shoving you from a full nelson to your face in the pillows and your ass held in his punishing grip. His entire body covers your own, pressing you down hard into the pillows. You’re struggling to breathe, struggling to do anything but take the cock he rams back inside you.
Toji growls, “You’re in for a long night, you damn brat. Better save your energy and keep your mouth shut.”
Air is punched out of you with every relentless thrust. He’s not giving you any time to recover or to grab your bearings. It’s thrust after thrust after thrust.
BANG! BANG!
The bed and the walls are suffering with you, but they're mocking, rubbing it in your face how powerless you are right now against Toji.
“You never fucking learn, do ya? Always gotta be a brat. Always trying to drive me crazy. Acting like you weren’t groping my damn dick in your sleep. And when I take what’s mine, when I give this greedy cunt what she wants, I’m the bad guy.”
Hot, humid and dizzying, his body heat mingles with yours, shooting straight to your brain and to your clit. It doesn’t help that he’s holding your head down with a heavy hand.
But when you tap the bed frantically, giving out even though it hadn’t even been twenty seconds, surely, he yanks you up by the air. Scalp stinging, your broken moans fill the room. It creates a cacophonous din with the obscene smacking of his hips against yours. The threat of suffocation was real and it made you spurt all over his cock.
“Stupid girl,” he mutters darkly, “no challenge can keep -fuck i’m close- t-this pussy from me. It’s mine. Repeat it.”
Begrudgingly, you respond, “Yeah, it’s yours, I guess.”
You can feel, rather than see, his eyes roll and it brings a smile to your lips before he lets you go and you faceplant into the pillows again.
Toji says, calloused fingers roving under your hips to play with your clit, “We’ve -ngh fuck- got all day to work on y-your –loosen up, woman fuck– shitty fucking attitude. And trust me, we ain’t leaving until I’m satisfied.”
KENTO - Challenge Won
“Sweetheart,” he began, a little exasperated, “Can I take a bath first?”
“No, because you’re going to distract me with your slutty body and I need to have a clear mind.”
He sighed, loosening his tie with one hand. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
You stomped your foot. “How about you try an apology, Kento?”
That seemed to spark something in him, like it awakened him. No, it was like you’d walked into his trap, a willing prey.
Drawing closer, he pinned your hips to his, keeping you still and in his grasp. He had just gotten home. The man didn’t even get further than the doorway, didn’t even get to remove his shoes, before you started having a go at him. Of course he knew why you were mad. You’d made it abundantly clear — you’re upset he actually won the challenge you’d begged him to start with you.
He peppered kisses along your hairline, ending up by your ear so he could whisper, “Make me, darling.”
That’s how you wound up in this position: riding him to oblivion on your marital bed, hands tied to the headboard with his belt, and mouth gagged with his own tie. You told him not to take his clothes off, that you wanted to see him in his dress shirt, wanted to fuck with his dress pants not even down to his knees.
Unbuttoned and open for your viewing pleasure, you watch his abs, slightly faded now with the years of making sure he ate well, clench as your nails raked up and down the ridges. There’s red lines scribbled all over his chest. It reads: ‘whore for his wife’.
“Are you, Kenny? Are you a whore for your wife?”
He can’t answer, you know that, but seeing how his eyes are glazed over through the fogginess of his glasses, and how he bites down on his tie, slobbering all over it, it’s more than enough to satisfy the sadist in you.
Hips rolling, you feel him pressing all around your walls. His beautiful cock kisses all your sensitive spots, stimulating that gummy bit that only he can reach, and creating a delectable pressure that has your pussy pulsing like crazy.
“Because I’m starting to think you’re not.” You clean out his glasses, wiping the mist away so he can clearly see your pout. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have lasted a whole month without cumming inside me. You left me all -hngh- a-alone and feeling so so abandoned.”
At that, Kento grunts, hips bucking up into you. You gasp, balancing yourself on his chest. He fixes you a glare. He wants the gag off.
“No,” you insist, “I know what you’re going to say: ‘I do love you, darling. I love you more than myself,’ and ‘It’s because I love you that I lasted as long as I could for you, that I drove myself mad just so you could have your way with me, could play with my poor, overly sensitive cock, and my heavy balls.’ Am I warm, Ken?”
He huffs, not especially pleased with specific wordings but unable to deny that he was going to say something along those lines. It’s cruel, really, that you’ve tied him up and rendered him unable to speak. But if you’re being honest, you deserved this.
A whole month of no sex, of not being touched by your sexy husband, with his pretty eyes, broad shoulders and huge dick would drive anyone crazy.
Kento knows that too; it’s why he’s not fighting against the restraints even though you both know he could easily free himself if he wanted to. He better not ruin your fun before it’s really started.
Dragging your breasts over his face, you mutter, “I wish you could suck on my tits, Ken. They feel sore and achey. Guess I’ll just have to keep playing all by myself.”
The headboard creaks, strong arms straining against the leather of his belt. Better hurry along, you think to yourself.
Knees planted on the side of his body, you begin bouncing on his cock, up and down, up and down, and around. Kento groans. It feels so good, even better after the month-long wait. You’ve been empty for so long, your pussy complains every time you push his entire length back inside, but you don’t care. You’re going to cum over and over again and not let him spill a single drop.
It’s his punishment.
You’re using him like a trampoline, as if he was just a dildo. You already came multiple times by now, but he hasn’t once. And he’s close, you can tell. His cock is throbbing nonstop, almost as if calling out for you, pleading.
Every time he was close to releasing his cum inside, you halted your hips and popped him out. He’d cut you a glare that could kill before he realised exactly who he was glaring at and he’d soften into a breathless calm, a faux one. Then, when his dick paled just a little, you rode him again.
He must have been edged for two hours straight now.
Tears pool in the corner of his eyes, cheeks beyond flushed and cramps in his abdomen from the incessant strain to behave forcing grunts out of his lips. You lick a drop. It tastes like salt, victory and revenge. Maybe it's time to let him have one reprieve — not an orgasm, no, not yet.
You pull the tie out of his mouth, wanting to hear his voice. Kento groans.
“S-sweetheart -fuck!- take what you need. Punish your stupid -hah- husband. Remind me what I missed out on,” he pleads, muscles quivering and cock throbbing. “I’m sorry. I’m -oh god- I’m sorry, my love. I was wrong. Use me. I’m yours. All -ngh- yours.”
Lips curving into sharp points, you boop his nose.
“That’s the plan, hon.”
SUKUNA - 23 days 8 hours
“What a ridiculous challenge,” he scoffs.
He was talking a big game before the month started, boasting about how he could go many months, maybe even years without cumming. That only a pitiful human would struggle. Yet, he went as far as leaving the estate to be away from you so he wouldn’t be tempted and then couldn’t even last a whole month anyway.
On a random morning, he returned and, one look at you — just one — was enough to have him marching over to you. Things quickly got rowdy after that.
Sukuna took you down, ripping your clothes from your body. He smashed his lips to yours, swallowing your gasp. His hands were touching you all over, groping your tits, spreading your legs, rubbing your bare pussy and cradling the back of your head against the hard ground.
“I hate this challenge,” he growled. “I resent the human who created it. And I resent you for making me play.”
You didn’t get the chance to tell him you didn’t make him do anything — he was holding his palm over your entire slit, cursed mouth worming its tongue inside your already sloppy pussy. Moans escaped, mingling his own. Sukuna breathed low and heavy, refusing to part from your mouth.
“Sukuna, I -mmm- missed you.”
His eyes darkened.
That was all the warning you got before you were lifted into the air.
Dangling by the legs, you hang upside down. Two huge, thick cocks smack into your face. Beneath them, a heavy pair of balls that look like they’re about to burst at any second meet your gaze.
He growls, “Do your duty, woman. Make up for the absence, for the distance, for the many nights I spent torturing myself.”
At the same time you open your mouth wide to take one cock down your throat, he dives into the apex of your thighs, making loud slurrrrrps! with no shame. There’s no rhyme or reason to the way he’s eating you out, just a feasting of clear desperation.
Blood rushing to your head, you do your best to wring out his release — bobbing up and down on one cock and tugging on the other, using your spare hand to fondle his balls.
Sukuna growls, the vibrations tickling your clit.
Salty cum floods your throat. You choke on the sudden orgasm. Despite the fact that he already came, he continues thrusting his cocks, still hard and still throbbing with a vengeance. It’s clear he has no intention of stopping any time soon.
“Not even your used panty could get me through the separation,” he confesses angrily. You didn’t know he nabbed a panty but the admittance has you shuddering. “By the third day, I’d suck out all your juices off it and it no longer smelled like you. Useless woman.”
The image of him suckling on the dirty gusset for any semblance of your taste, of your scent, and warmth pulls at your heartstrings and your clit. He wasn’t revealing the truth to make you cum or to win back your favour after leaving you; he was simply getting it off his chest. Sukuna was never good at whispering sweet nothings, but this is his version of it.
“The source is so much better," he hisses at himself. “Sit on my face for eternity, woman. I command it.”
In a flash, you find yourself thrown down the bed you’d slept in alone for weeks. On your knees, your ass is spread wide, the breeze brushing past both of your holes. You pant. “S-sukuna…”
“Hush, pet. Allow me to have my fill of your taste for now, before I take you with my cocks.”
You don’t need to ask what he means by that because you feel it; his cursed mouth appearing on his stomach, tongue much longer and much wider than normal. It pokes and prods your asshole.
A whimper leaves your lips.
The damned thing laps up your entire ass, pussy and clit included. It’s tasting and drooling all over you, spreading wetness all around. Although you both know it’ll never fit inside any of your holes, it still probes your ass as if it could.
Hair wrapped around a fist, your back’s forced into a painful arch. Sukuna growls in your ear.
“Listen well, woman. I will never again be baited into parting from your body. I accept defeat, just this once, but I feel no shame in admitting I cannot last very long at all without your embrace. Bask in this small victory. That is my gift to you.”
Laughing, you respond, “That’s what I -ngh!- w-wanna hear. Good boy, Sukuna.”
He barks, sharp teeth just missing the shell of your ear. The entire bed shakes with yet another sudden release. It sprays out from both cocks, shooting thick cum onto the bed and some on your body.
SMACK!
Your ass cheek’s seared with the mark of his palm. You drool into the pillows.
Sukuna rasps, voice gravelly and hands trembling, “I dare you to say that again when you’re taking both my cocks.”
Stranger Things Masterlist (not writing for this fandom anymore)
Works marked with ✦ mean they’re shared with more than one character.
Billy Hargrove
Rebirth
Billy’s first time with you.
※ Bottom Billy Hargrove/Top Male Reader.
※ Semi-PWP.
※ 11,270 words.
※ AO3 link.
The Baptism
Billy’s journey to changing his last name, in a last attempt to fully disassociate himself from Neil, takes him to a place he’d never have expected.
※ Billy Hargrove-centric.
※ Side Billy Hargrove/Male Reader.
※ Short story with plot. Implied smut.
※ 3,106 words.
Headcanons
Semi-NSFW scenario about Billy.
※ (Implied bottom) Billy Hargrove/(Implied top) Male Reader.
※ 213 words.
18+ thoughts
NSFW thoughts about Billy.
※ (Implied bottom) Sub Billy Hargrove/(Implied top) Dom Male Reader.
※ 225 words.
Headcanons ✦
My headcanons about the boys (Billy, Eddie, Steve, Jonathan)’s sexual orientations and how that comes into play in a relationship with Reader (male reader).
※ 4,485 words.
※ AO3 link.
Headcanons II ✦
Headcanons on accidentally finding out about the boys (Jonathan, Steve, Eddie, Billy)’s hard limits.
※ +18.
※ 2,100 words.
Idea drabble ✦
Idea for a Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson/Male Reader fic. (Will be written in the future).
※ Bottom Billy Hargrove/Bottom Eddie Munson/Top Male Reader.
※ +18.
※ 301 words.
※ AO3 link.
Headcanons ✦
Subspace headcanons.
※ (Sub Bottom Billy Hargrove, Sub Bottom Argyle, Sub Bottom Jonathan Byers, Sub Bottom Steve Harrington, Sub Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Bottom Nancy Wheeler) x Dom Top Male Reader.
※ 18+.
※ 3,907 words (total).
※ AO3 only.
Eddie Munson
Ramblings
Headcanon about Eddie thinking of his guitar as his male sweetheart.
※ 113 words.
18+ thoughts
NSFW thoughts about Eddie.
※ (Implied bottom) Sub Eddie Munson/(Implied top) Dom Male Reader.
※ 515 words.
Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson ✦
※ Sub Bottom Eddie Munson/Dom Top Steve Harrington.
※ 1,224 words.
Headcanons ✦
My headcanons about the boys (Billy, Eddie, Steve, Jonathan)’s sexual orientations and how that comes into play in a relationship with Reader (male reader).
※ 4,485 words.
※ AO3 link.
Headcanons II ✦
Headcanons on accidentally finding out about the boys (Jonathan, Steve, Eddie, Billy)’s hard limits.
※ +18.
※ 2,100 words.
Idea drabble ✦
Idea for a Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson/Male Reader fic.
※ Bottom Billy Hargrove/Bottom Eddie Munson/Top Male Reader.
※ +18.
※ 301 words.
※ AO3 link.
Headcanons ✦
Subspace headcanons.
※ (Sub Bottom Billy Hargrove, Sub Bottom Argyle, Sub Bottom Jonathan Byers, Sub Bottom Steve Harrington, Sub Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Bottom Nancy Wheeler) x Dom Top Male Reader.
※ 18+.
※ 3,907 words (total).
※ AO3 only.
Steve Harrington
Notions
A story divided into moments. Steve thinks back to all the moments that lead to him being in this position. Literally.
※ Bottom Steve Harrington/Top Male Reader.
※ 23,391 words.
※ Semi-PWP.
※ AO3 link.
Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson ✦
※ Sub Bottom Eddie Munson/Dom Top Steve Harrington.
※ 1,224 words.
Headcanons ✦
My headcanons about the boys (Billy, Eddie, Steve, Jonathan)’s sexual orientations and how that comes into play in a relationship with Reader (male reader).
※ 4,485 words.
※ AO3 link.
Headcanons II ✦
Headcanons on accidentally finding out about the boys (Jonathan, Steve, Eddie, Billy)’s hard limits.
※ +18.
※ 2,100 words.
Headcanons ✦
Subspace headcanons.
※ (Sub Bottom Billy Hargrove, Sub Bottom Argyle, Sub Bottom Jonathan Byers, Sub Bottom Steve Harrington, Sub Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Bottom Nancy Wheeler) x Dom Top Male Reader.
※ 18+.
※ 3,907 words (total).
※ AO3 only.
Jonathan Byers
Vice
Jonathan’s first time does not go the way he plans it. In fact, it goes a lot better.
※ Sub Bottom Jonathan/Dom Top Male Reader.
※ Semi-PWP.
※ 12,444 words.
※ AO3 link.
Headcanons ✦
My headcanons about the boys (Billy, Eddie, Steve, Jonathan)’s sexual orientations and how that comes into play in a relationship with Reader (male reader).
※ 4,485 words.
※ AO3 link.
Headcanons II ✦
Headcanons on accidentally finding out about the boys (Jonathan, Steve, Eddie, Billy)’s hard limits.
※ +18.
※ 2,100 words.
Headcanons ✦
Subspace headcanons.
※ (Sub Bottom Billy Hargrove, Sub Bottom Argyle, Sub Bottom Jonathan Byers, Sub Bottom Steve Harrington, Sub Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Bottom Nancy Wheeler) x Dom Top Male Reader.
※ 18+.
※ 3,907 words (total).
※ AO3 only.
Argyle
Headcanons ✦
Subspace headcanons.
※ (Sub Bottom Billy Hargrove, Sub Bottom Argyle, Sub Bottom Jonathan Byers, Sub Bottom Steve Harrington, Sub Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Bottom Nancy Wheeler) x Dom Top Male Reader.
※ 18+.
※ 3,907 words (total).
※ AO3 only.
Nancy Wheeler
Headcanons ✦
Subspace headcanons.
※ (Sub Bottom Billy Hargrove, Sub Bottom Argyle, Sub Bottom Jonathan Byers, Sub Bottom Steve Harrington, Sub Bottom Eddie Munson, Sub Bottom Nancy Wheeler) x Dom Top Male Reader.
※ 18+.
※ 3,907 words (total).
※ AO3 only.
SOME CONTEXT FOR CANON-DIVERGENT PARTS OF THIS COMIC:
I started this last year when Stitch's Tropical Turbulence first dropped on the JP server, but because of schoolwork only ever had the chance to finish it this month. So as you may notice there are stuff, like the acorn bracelets being from Mel instead of Silver, that I just drew based on theories about it at the time being retconned now.
I also knew that Malleus was probably just gonna be almost the same developmental age as he was now during Sil's childhood but I wanted to also draw him as a kid. Just because🔥🌺
APOCALYPSE | SUB BOTTOM MALE CHARACTER X DOM TOP MALE READER
a/n huge brainrot. I keep thinking of a sub character thats delulu so much so that it has plagued my mind for maybe a month or so. + redo !! (707 words)
So it's like a zombie apocalypse, right? Humanity is almost dead, and now there is the undead. You, a somehow still-living person, manage to save some guy you had sympathy for—a slight mistake on your part.
You, a man who just so happens to be passing by a group of survivors, decided to follow and observe them. What you didn't expect while observing them was that they would try to leave someone out of the group. You flinched and scrunched up your nose as you saw them beat the man up, leaving the man for dead, robbing the poor man, and... laughing at him? Oh, how cruel.
And there you were, giving the stranger a piggyback ride back to your safehouse, laying him down on your bed, treating his wounds (albeit hesitantly), and preparing food. As the well-treated man woke up and sat straight, his heart skipped a beat as he could finally look at you properly. During his treatment, everything was painful and painfully dull; he wasn't able to move properly as his body felt like something was crushing him, only being able to move his fingers at best, and throughout all his pain, your touch provided him comfort. He loved your touch—your calloused hands brushing against his skin, rewrapping, and providing him attention. He loves the sound of your voice; it was the only sound he seemed to look forward to hearing.
When he could finally move steadily, he stuck to you like glue. In his mind, "I'm never leaving you". Even though he knew he had been betrayed, he couldn't help but naively follow you. I mean, who goes around saving a stranger and using their supplies on them to treat them in an apocalypse? A moron maybe, but he doesn't think of you as a moron; he could never think of you as a moron.
Your new companion loved following you everywhere; he watched almost every single thing you did. He wanted to stay with you, to provide you with help, to repay you. When you finally gave him things to do, he felt an incredible sense of joy. You trust him; oh, god, you trust him. And sometimes, you'd help him with tasks, helping him learn new things. God, his heart races so much as he remembers every single time you helped him.
Oh? You're just helping him learn how to shoot? Awh, you definitely just want to feel him up; by wrapping your arms around his frame and feeling him close against you, you're basically trying to turn hi-.
Oh? You're concerned about why there's blood on him? Your concerned face in front of him, hands touching his cheeks in distress. Hehe, you don't need to act so discreetly; just tell him you want to touch him!
He is delulu in every single moment with you. You both kept each other company, you both helped each other, and you both comforted each other. You had him all to yourself, and he had you all to himself. So why? Why are you talking to another survivor? Why are you ignoring this newbie's flirty remarks? Why are you letting this newbie touch your arms so freely? why, why... why?
He notices everything this newbie does to you. Of course, he does; he notices whenever the newbie touches you sensually, every stare that the newbie gives you, ogling at your body, and every flirtatious comment they blurt out. He hates it. He hates this bitch so much. His turning point was when that newbie boldly kissed your cheek. He finally confronted you in your own room with slightly ruffled clothes, wanting to finally confess his feelings to you and tell you everything.
Currently, you are destroying the cutie's pink little hole, sending him into overdrive as you fuck him through his third. maybe fourth? orgasm—he doesn't know how many times he's cummed. All he knows... well feel, is that his prostate is getting absolutely abused. He's feeling so much euphoria that he can only moan and wail every time you thrust into him. How could your dick be so... huge?
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that there's the body of a familiar newbie getting eaten by some undead outside? How unfortunate...
hi papa bear! i want you to take your time answering this request giving whats been happening recently, i just don’t want you to feel rushed, so please have a speedy recovery. joe has been consuming my brain recently, so could i request a joe goldberg x male reader where the reader is like this super sweet guy (on the outside, so maybe he works as a florist or something) and joe is infatuated with him. and when joe tries to break into his house, he ends up getting caught and tied up, which he then sees a whole ‘nother side of reader (so like, really dominate). but he isn’t really complaining, and reader starts to take interest in joe. and i’ll just leave it to you to let your imagination go wild, you can or can’t do smut, i’m just desperate for joe content. have a good day! and thank you if you end up doing this request!
I love Joe to my core! But sadly I don't have the chance to watch season 4, so this would take place in season 3!
Joe thinks to himself as he follows closely behind the group of neighbors inside Madre Linda.
Including himself and his wife Love, Carry and Sherry, Matthew and his son Theo, Andre and Jackson.
He didn't know where the hell Sherry was taking the group. Everybody besides him and Love seemed to know this route through the neighborhood very well. Everybody was in a happier mood. Not the usual fake happy mood that everybody in this place shows. No. An actual happy mood.
Even Matthew seemed in a little happier mood knowing the place they were going to.
Love already tried to ask the group hundreds of times about where they are going, but they didn't budge her answer.
"I don't want to be here. I should be with my real true love Marienne. I'm just wasting my time here rather than being with her. God. Why the hell did Love drag me here with her. I swear if we take one more left----"
Joe's train of thoughts gets cut off.
"Were here!!" Sherry squeals in happiness as her husband opens the door welcoming everybody inside.
Joe stays outside a little looking at the sign. The sign read "Wildflowers!" with bright colored lights.
"You gotta be kidding me." Joe thinks to himself looking at the decorated outside with all types of flowers and colors. Joe was already thinking about the people who was mostly likely inside the shop already judging everything about it.
After a while of scanning Joe walks inside with Sherry announcing quite loudly.
"Goldberg's! Meet the most beautiful and calmest place in Madre Linda!" Sherry exclaims.
Joe looks inside the flower shop looking for anything to pick up his interest.
"Sherry! You guys are here to welcome back!" A pre-teen voice says happily welcoming the group inside. The boy looked around ten to twelve he had green eyes almost matching the whole aesthetic of this place.
"Here you go~" The boy hands Sherry a white rose with a wink causing her husband to laugh.
"Caleb my man! Where are your parents? Specifically your dad." Cary says emphasizing the word dad. "He's----" The boy gets cut off by a pair of gloves on his shoulders holding him tight startling the boy.
"His dad. Is right here."
Joe's eyes look up from the boy's face and to his "father's."
"Well, hello there... You're not my usual type, but i'll make exceptions. You sound way too young and sweet to even be any kind of father. You obviously don't care about being dirty taking note of the little dirt smudges on your face. Your hair is a bit messy, but still well put together. You take off your gloves and aprons maybe to look better than you already do. You look at everyone with a smile before slowly you lock eyes with me."
"Oh~ Is this the oh so famous Goldberg's I've been hearing about?" The florists ask with a sweet smile before reaching his hand out to Joe and love.
"Y/n L/n nice to meet the both of you."
Joe reaches out his hand as well letting Y/n grasp it and shaking it before sadly letting go and shaking Love's.
"You and Lara are still doing that fake dad and mom thing?" Matthew questions with an eyebrow raised.
"Well last week was supposed to be the last time, but I couldn't bare the thought of Caleb being taken away. And plus his mom asked us to only for a bit longer. I just couldn't say no." Y/n answers with a smile.
"Now I gotta get back to work feel free to chill." Y/n says before leaving.
"Y/n L/n..." Joe thinks to himself one last time as the man leaves.
TIMESKIP
Joe stalked and learned about Y/n. He learned his work hours, his friends and groups, how he always likes to help others before him. And so on.
So now Joe was outside Y/n's house looking around making sure the close was clear. Y/n's car wasn't in the driveway signalling to Joe that he was out. Joe knew that Y/n had dinner plans with one of his many friend groups. And Joe knew that the "sweet" Y/n wouldn't bail on anything.
Joe stalked up to the house carefully before walking around the outside of the house looking for a open window or unlocked window.
"Finally an unlocked one. Y/n were you hoping that I would break in how sweet of you." Joe thinks as he opens it and steps inside.
Joe shuts it after him before taking a look at his soundings.
"Beautiful house you got Y/n. You even got books here! Just perfect place for the both us."
Joe walks around the house picking things that Y/n owns that were left around. Like jackets, Polaroid photos, rings and even shirts laying around before stuffing it inside his backpack. Joe begins to walk up stairs looking through rooms and areas looking for a specific place.
"Found it." Joe thinks to himself as he looks around Y/n's bedroom.
Before Joe could fully go inside his bedroom something smashes against the back of his head knocking him out cold.
Y/n stood over Joe with broken pieces of a plant pot in his hands. Y/n tosses the pieces to the side before staring down at Joe's body. Y/n picks up Joe's arms before dragging him back downstairs and into the living room laying him down on the floor.
After a while Y/n comes back with a chair and rope.
Y/n sits Joe's body on the chair before tying up his arms and legs to the chair. Once Y/n made sure everything was nice and tight on Joe, he used extra rope to gag Joe's mouth. Y/n begins to walk around his house making sure there's nothing valuable stolen.
Couple minutes later Y/n goes back in the living room checking up on Joe.
Y/n watches from behind as Joe slowly lifts up his head regaining consciousness. Y/n could hear muffled and quiet noises from Joe. Some of the noises sounded like his name.
Y/n slowly stalks up closer to Joe before walking in front of him standind in front of him with arms crossed.
"I knew you were a bit creepy, but never took you as a robber Joe. If you're gonna at least break in someone's house at least double check no ones here! Now when I take this rope out of your mouth you better not scream or any bullshit got it?"
Joe's POV
When were you so dominant? And god why is it making--- No not the time for this. How come you'd never show me this side of you? Were you hiding it on purpose... Y/n you tease.
As you take the rope off of me I get to get a good look of your face.
You still look so good. Even though your hair looked a bit like a mess and your clothes were wrinkly you still looked so fucking good.
"Now that you can talk. Tell me why the hell you're here." You say with venom laced in your tone.
Y/n... What are you doing to me?
"What? Are you just gonna keep staring at me? Now answer the damn question Joe."
"I was- Uhm I was doing Love a favor. She thought she left her purse here and she kept nagging me to come to your house and get it That's all I swear!" The lie falls out of my mouth.
"Then why are some of my clothes in your bag?" You ask tossing my bag in front of me with some of your clothes falling out of it.
I was left speechless. I didn't mean to not say anything, but the words just got stuck in my throat.
"So, Joe i'm gonna ask you one last time why'd you break into my house?"
Your questions keep leaving me speechless. It felt like my body was paralyzed under your dominant eyes.
You sit on the couch across from me arms still crossed with your legs spread. You began to tap your foot impatiently.
"Because of you." I say barley above a whisper. I see you cock your eyebrow signalling to me you didn't hear me. "I said because of you."
"Really. Because of me. You broke into my house for me?" Your tone made me feel even more stupid.
Stupid in love of course.
We stare at each other for a long time making eye contact without a word. Your eyes look and study me. If only I could hear your thoughts Y/n.
“So I’m guessing you like me. What about your wife and son?”
I think about my answer for a second before saying. “Yes of course I like you. I’ll do anything for you and I mean anything!” “Anything Goldberg?” “Yes I’ll do anything!”
“We’ll then, you caught my interest Joe. Now it’s just your job to keep my eyes on you.” Once those words fall from your lips my heart burns with excitement.
You walk up to me untying me from the tight ropes before helping me up.
Then my body acts on its own.
REGULAR POV
Joe wraps his arms around Y/n’s shoulders bring him close in a tight hug.
As if Joe lost all control of his body he grinds and rut into Y/n clearly wanting something. Joe kiss and nibble on Y/n’s neck.
“Ah ah. Not yet Joe~ I just don’t fuck anybody’s married husband. I’m to sweet for that.” Y/n says lightly pushing the eager man away from him.
“And especially when that man’s wife is coming over for dinner.”
“Huh?! W-Why is she coming?”
“Unlike you she actually knows how to interact with people before breaking inside their house. And plus it’s good that she’s coming here.
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Y/n takes a hidden knife off the table giving it to Joe.
“It’s for own benefit Joe. We can be with each other if you just kill her! We can raise Henry fine. We just need her out the picture first before anything.”
“So Joe. Are you still willing to do anything for me?”
