99% of me is nsfw

FULL SERIES

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE

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DSMP/MCYT

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YOUTUBERS

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Haikyuu!

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Ouran High School Host Club

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The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

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Seventeen

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Ateez

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NCT

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Lord of the Rings

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The Hobbit

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

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Stranger Things

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Jurassic Park 1/3

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Jurassic World/Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

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Anne with an E

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Game of Thrones

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Horror/Slashers

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Band of Brothers

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I think it’s time to rebrand. I’ve been out of writing for the longest time and I think to help me get in the flow it’s time to make an entirely new Masterlist.

could you make nsfw hc’s for either Winters or Malarkey? Like you did for Blithe? I’d love you forever.

Winters NSFW Headcanons

Richard Winters X Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Obvs smut and nsfw content, these are 100% MY head-canon so if you don’t like or agree that is okay! Your head-canons might be totally different. I wasn’t sure if you wanted fem, male or gn reader so I wrote it with fem reader in mind but I can edit it to match your preference. I do hope you enjoy!!

Warning(s): smut headcanons, explicit sexual themes, praise kink, possessive behavior, edging/teasing, oral sex (f receiving), semi-public elements (wall sex references), light restraint, uniform kink, soft aftercare

When I tell you I have such a lady boner for this man.

Winters is the kind of man who rarely loses his composure, even in bed. He doesn’t rush things. He takes his time, making sure every move is deliberate.

That being said, when he does finally let go, it’s intense and overwhelming because he’s been holding it back.

He’s not the type for raunchy dirty talk, but he is a praiser.

Constant soft affirmations like “you’re perfect,” “so good for me,” “look at you”. His voice stays calm and low, but it’s filled with heat.

He’s incredibly respectful outside the bedroom, but once the door is closed, that command he shows in leadership comes out.

He won’t bark orders, but he’ll guide you firmly, hands on your hips, a quiet yet stern “stay still for me” that leaves no room for disobedience.

He prefers slow, grinding thrusts that make you feel everything, drawing it out until you’re begging him for more. He loves building tension, watching you unravel underneath him.

Winters is incredibly big on eye contact. He wants to see everything. Your expressions, every flicker of pleasure across your face. It makes him feel connected, grounded, and sure he’s giving you exactly what you need.

Orgasm control? Yes. He’ll have you coming once, twice, before he even thinks about his own release. Your pleasure matters to him more than anything.

He’s not outwardly jealous like Liebgott might be, but the moment you’re his, he makes sure you know it

marks on your skin hidden under your clothes, a hand on the small of your back when you’re out, that steady presence that says you belong here, with me.

He kisses you like you’re fragile—sweet, lingering, reverent—but his hands grip tight, strong enough to bruise your hips or pin your wrists when he really needs to feel you give in to him.

He’d never call you anything degrading, but “sweetheart,” “darling,” and especially “good girl” (in a low, serious voice) will absolutely wreck you.

He’d never admit it out loud, but there’s something about the authority of his uniform that carries over into the bedroom.

If you tease him while he’s still half-dressed, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned, he’ll get this dark look in his eyes and take you against the nearest surface, control slipping just a bit.

He doesn’t make a lot of noise. Winters groans low in his chest, grits out your name, sometimes a quiet “God” when you push him too far.

He doesn’t need to be loud. His intensity is enough. The few times he does let a louder sound slip, you know you’ve really undone him.

He has a thing for holding you in place. Hands on your hips to control your movements, fingers laced with yours while he thrusts, or pinning your wrists gently above your head when he needs you still.

It’s not about dominance—it’s about grounding, about feeling you fully there with him.

He loves to edge you with pace. He’ll set a steady rhythm, then slow down right before you tip over, forcing you to whine and beg. He takes pride in knowing exactly how to work your body, how to drag you out until you can’t think straight.

He’s surprisingly fond of grinding—whether it’s easing tension after a long day or teasing you before bed. His thigh between yours, lips against your neck, and that quiet “show me how bad you want it”.

Just like his leadership, he’s measured and controlled. He doesn’t lose control easily, which makes the rare times he does snap all the more intoxicating.

If something pushes him over the edge (jealousy, a bad day, or you teasing him too much), he’ll fuck you hard enough to leave you shaking.

Winters is absolutely the type to spend ages with his between your thighs, meticulous, patient, and thorough. He sees it as an act of devotion.

He’ll hold your hips down and won’t stop until you’re a mess, trembling and begging him for mercy.

Don’t underestimate him. He’ll manhandle you up without warning, and press you against the wall, or carry you to bed. It’s controlled strength, and he does it effortlessly, with a small smug smirk when you gasp.

I feel like he’d have three main positions he’d favor

Missionary is his favorite mainly because of the intimacy, the eye contact, the ability to kiss you while he’s inside you.

You on top when he wants to watch you lose yourself and give up control. He’ll hold your hips steady and guide your rhythm when you falter.

From behind, slow and deep for when he needs to sink into you and let the world fall away.

He won’t say much about others looking at you. he trusts you completely. but he’ll make sure you leave the bedroom with marks hidden under your clothes.

Love bites on your thighs, faint bruises on your hips, a sore ache between your legs that only you and he know about.

He’s meticulous afterward.

warm cloth to clean you up, glass of water, pulling you into his chest under the blankets.

Yours, Always

Fem!Reader x Joseph Leibgott

Warnings: explicit sexual content (NSFW, smut), semi-public sex (alleyway setting), jealous/possessive behavior, rough sex with soft aftercare, minor argument/lovers’ quarrel, dirty talk (possessive), marking (hickeys/biting), canon divergence (post-war AU), strong language/cursing, emotional vulnerability and reassurance, soft ending

Summary: Jealousy burns hot, the fight burns hotter, and in the dark of an alley Joe Liebgott reminds you—roughly, desperately—that you’re his.

The bar smelled like cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey, but you didn’t mind—it was one of the only places Joseph would agree to go these days. You sat across from him in the booth, your fingers absently tracing the rim of your glass while he leaned back, eyes scanning the room like he was still expecting trouble. He always did that.

“Relax, Joe,” you teased softly, yet your voice was full of nothing but understanding, nudging his leg under the table. “We’re not in France anymore.”

He gave you a sharp look, the kind that could cut if it was anyone but you. “Don’t mean people ain’t assholes here, too.”

You laughed, shaking your head, but you let him brood. That was how Joe was—wired tight, quick to snap, but beneath it, he was protective to the bone.

The trouble started when one of his old buddies from Easy spotted you both. You didn’t know him well—just another familiar face from the company—but when he came over, he was loud, already halfway drunk, and entirely too friendly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grinned, leaning an arm on your side of the booth. “Didn’t know Joe had himself such a pretty girl waiting around.”

You smiled politely, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “I’m not waiting around. I’m right here.”

The guy laughed, slapping the table, but he didn’t move away. He asked you a few questions—harmless enough—but you could feel Joe stiffening beside you. His jaw ticked, eyes narrowing, his hand curling into a fist on the table.

When you glanced at him, you saw the storm brewing.

“Alright,” Joe said sharply, voice low and cutting. “She’s not here for your entertainment. Beat it.”

The man raised his hands, smirking. “Easy, Liebgott. Just being friendly.” But he moved on, finally.

You let out a breath, tension easing—until you realized Joe was still glaring after him, teeth clenched like he wanted to follow. “Joe—”

He cut you off, turning that fire on you now. “You think that’s funny? Smiling at him like that?”

Your brows shot up. “Excuse me? I wasn’t—”

“Looked to me like you were eatin’ it up.” His words were harsh, bitter, but the jealousy in his tone was raw, unfiltered.

You felt your own temper flare. “I was being polite, Joe. You don’t own me.”

That struck something in him—you saw it in the way his eyes darkened, his breath coming sharper. He leaned across the table, so close you could smell the whiskey on him.

“The hell I don’t,” he muttered. “You’re mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver through you, though you tried to hold your ground. “Then maybe you should act like it without picking fights with everyone who looks at me.”

That did it.

He grabbed your hand, rough and tight, dragging you out of the booth before you could argue.

You barely had time to throw a glance back at the curious stares before he pulled you out into the night, down the quiet street until he found a shadowed alley where no one could see.

“Joe—” you started, but the words died when he pressed you back against the brick wall, his hands braced on either side of you. His eyes were blazing, but not just with anger.

“You don’t get it,” he growled, his voice low and ragged. “After everything—after all the shit I’ve seen—I can’t… I can’t lose you. Not to some guy in a bar, not to anyone.”

Your chest ached, torn between frustration and anger at how he spoke to you earlier and the way his words made your pulse race. “You won’t,” you whispered. “But you can’t scare me into proving it.”

He let out a rough laugh, the sound bitter and desperate, and then his mouth was on yours—fierce, claiming, nothing polite about it. You gasped, fingers grabbing his shirt, and just like that the fight burned away into something hotter, sharper.

His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips like he couldn’t let go, like he had to remind himself you were real, you were his. He easily manhandled you so you were pressed a little further onto the alley wall.

The brick was cool against your back, but Joseph’s body was heat and fury pressed flush against you. His mouth was rough on yours, desperate like he was trying to erase every trace of anyone else from your lips.

You gasped when his hands slid up and down your sides, fingers digging into your hips, pulling you against the hard line of his hardened cock.

“Joe—” you tried, but he cut you off with another passion filled kiss, teeth scraping your bottom lip.

“Don’t,” he growled, voice low and jagged. “Don’t tell me to calm down. You got any idea what it does to me—seein’ some guy look at you like he could take you from me?”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. “No one can take me from you,” you whispered to him, voice full of need yet still reassuring.

His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing over your lips before his grip tightened. “Damn right. ‘Cause you’re mine.”

Before you could even think to answer, he was tugging at your skirt, pushing the fabric up your thighs. The alley was quiet, just the hum of neon lights spilling from the bar down the street, but the risk of being caught only made his touch burn hotter.

“Joe, someone might—”

“Let ‘em,” he bit out, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath harsh. “Let ‘em see who you belong to.”

The blunt honesty of it stole your words. All you could do was gasp as his hand slipped under your underwear, not even bothering to tug them down your legs, fingers easily sliding through your wetness.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he muttered, lips brushing your ear. “Already soaked for me, huh? After yellin’ at me like you didn’t want this.”

Your head tipped back against the wall and you moaned out as his fingers worked you, rough and sure, the heel of his palm pressing where you needed it most. You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his jacket.

“Joe—please—”

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” he hissed, kissing up and down your neck, biting just enough to leave marks. “Beg me. I wanna hear you beg.”

When you were silent a millisecond too long, he pulled his hand away from your cunt, and you cried out at the loss.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice thick. With the hand not covered in your essence he gripped your jaw, forcing you to look him in his eyes. “Say you’re mine. Say you want me.”

“Yours,” you panted, too desperate now to remember where you are or remember that you’re supposed to be mad at him. “I’m yours, Joe. Always. Please—”

That broke him.

With a ragged groan, he shoved your underwear down your legs so they pooled at your ankles. He turned you around so your front was facing the brick wall and he fumbled at his belt, the urgency making his hands clumsy.

A few second later, he was pushing inside you with one hard thrust, covering your mouth with his hand to muffle your loud moan.

The stretch burned in an incredibly pleasing way, but the way he filled you—deep and claiming—made your toes curl. He set a punishing rhythm, slamming you against the wall with each thrust, his grip bruising on your hips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, leaning down to bite at your shoulders, littering you in more marks. “So tight. You feel that? That’s me—inside you, where I belong. No one else gets this. No one.”

Your answer came in broken gasps, every nerve lit up, every thought drowned out by the way he fucked you—rough, possessive, like he was staking his claim.

When your release hit, it was sudden, overwhelming, tearing a loud moan from your throat that echoed down the alley despite his hand still covering your mouth.

Joe’s mouth was now on your neck, biting down a little too hard, muffling his own curses and groans as he followed you over the edge, burying himself deep into you as he came with a shuddering groan.

For a long moment, you kept your body pressed to him, both of you trembling, breaths mingling in the night air.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to help you turn around to look at you—his eyes softer now, though the possessiveness still lingered.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he muttered, pressing a gentler kiss to your lips. “But I don’t ever wanna stop bein’ crazy about you.”

You smiled weakly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”

He smirked, resting his forehead against yours. “Damn right.”

The alley was quiet again, save for the sound of both your ragged breathing. Joe’s weight sagged into you, his forehead still pressed to yours, until finally he drew in a long, steadying breath and pulled back.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his voice low, almost dazed. His hands, still clutching your hips more gentle than before. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head with a smile, though your legs still trembled from the force of it. “No,” you whispered. “Just… intense.”

His brows furrowed, guilt flickering across his face. Without a word, he crouched, tugging your underwear back into place and smoothing your skirt down with surprising care. Then he shrugged off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders, shielding you from the cool night air.

“You’re shakin’,” he said softly, more observation than accusation. He rubbed your arms through the fabric, grounding you.

You caught his hand, squeezing. “So are you.”

He gave a crooked grin, though his eyes still searched yours like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Guess we’re a couple’a wrecks, huh?”

“Maybe,” you teased gently, leaning your head against his chest. His heart was still racing under your ear. “But you’re my wreck.”

That earned you a quiet laugh, the sound warmer now. He pressed a kiss into your hair, lingering there. “I get too wound up sometimes. I know it. You deserve better than me losin’ my shit over some drunk asshole.”

You tipped your head up to meet his gaze. “I don’t want better, Joe. I just want you. All of you—even the parts that yell and get jealous.”

His throat worked, like your words knocked something loose in him. He cradled your face in his hands, thumbs stroking over your cheeks, and kissed you again—slow this time, almost reverent.

“I’ll do better,” he promised against your lips. “For you. Always for you.”

You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “And I’ll keep reminding you I’m not going anywhere.”

Simp Level: Legendary

Grizzy X Fem!PlusSized!Reader

Summary: Grizzy swore TwitchCon was about gaming and panels, but really, it was just him showing off his girlfriend, taking way too many pictures, and getting roasted by his friends for being hopelessly whipped.

You woke up to the sound of a phone camera clicking.

“Grizzy,” you groaned into the stupidly soft hotel pillow, voice muffled. “If you’re taking pictures of me drooling, I swear to all things holy—”

“It’s not drool, baby,” he said quickly, laughing under his breath. “It’s just… you look so damn cute like this. You’re all smushed into the pillow like a cinnamon roll.”

You cracked an eye open, and sure enough, there he was—towering over you with his phone angled like he was a professional photographer capturing the Mona Lisa. You reached out blindly, swatting at the device. “Delete it.”

“Never, baby.” He sidestepped you with ease, still grinning, still snapping. “These are going in the ‘My Girl is Adorable as Fuck’ folder.”

You sat up, hair a mess, glaring despite the small smile on your lips. “You actually have a folder named that?”

“Yeah,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world and he was offended you even had to ask him. “Multiple folders, actually. Sub-categories and everything.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed a pillow at him. He easily caught it with one hand—hey you’re half asleep, your arm strength isn’t your forte right now—laughing so loud it echoed off the hotel walls.

“Jesus Christ, love,” you muttered, climbing out of bed after stretching your limbs out. “It’s too early for this.”

He trailed after you as you shuffled toward the bathroom, phone still in hand. “Babe, come on. It’s TwitchCon day one. You know I gotta document this. First Con as a couple. This shit a big deal.”

You paused in the doorway and turned to look at him. He was still in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, his curls sticking up like he’d lost a fight with static electricity. But his eyes? Warm. Excited. Ridiculously soft as they stayed locked on you.

And despite yourself, your morning irritation melted a little.

“Fine,” you said, pointing a finger at him. “But if you post any pictures of me looking like a half-dead raccoon, I’m breaking up with you.”

He clutched his chest dramatically. “Damn. Straight to violence, baby girl.”

You smirked. “No. Straight to self-preservation.”

An hour later, you were both dressed and ready, the hotel room buzzing with the nervous excitement of the day ahead.

You adjusted your outfit in the mirror, tugging at the hem of your top, smoothing it down. The convention was going to be packed—crowds, cameras, strangers everywhere. And while you weren’t insecure, at least not as much as you used to be, you weren’t exactly used to being in the spotlight either.

Grizzy noticed immediately. Because of course he did. He was scrolling through his phone when his head snapped up, almost like a spidey-sense for your emotions, expression softening.

“Hey, baby,” he said, setting his phone down. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You said, your head tilting a bit in your confusion.

“The whole adjusting thing.” He walked over, gently pulling your hands away from your clothes. “You look fucking incredible. Like, actually jaw-dropping. I’m not even being extra right now.”

“You’re always extra, babe,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the way your lips twitched up in a smile, slightly shy but filled with love.

“Yeah, but—” He stepped back, pretending to frame you with his hands like some kind of director. “Look at you, baby. People at this convention are gonna think I paid you to show up with me, like I hired the hottest girl in the building just to flex.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “And what if they do?”

“Then I’ll be like, ‘Yup. And she picked me. Cry about it.’”

You shoved at his shoulder, laughing even harder, but you couldn’t deny that the knot in your stomach unraveled a bit. He’s always been good at that, easily picking up on the way you’d get a little too in your head about certain things to do with your looks or your weight. It was okay though. He was always right there, ready to gently pull you back to him.

Of course, he had to ruin the moment by pulling his phone out again.

“Don’t you dare—” You tried to stop him

“Too late, baby,” he said, already snapping a full-body shot of you mid-eye-roll. “God damn. Look at her. Queen shit.”

“Grizz!”

“What? I gotta keep the folder updated.”

“Your poor camera roll—”

“Worth it, sweetheart.”

By the time you both made it downstairs, you were running a little late. The lobby was buzzing with other creators, fans, and staff, but Grizzy never strayed more than an inch from you. One hand kept brushing yours, and when the crowd pressed in, he casually slid his arm around your waist, steering you through like it was second nature.

“You ready for the chaos, love?” he asked, leaning down so only you could hear.

“Born ready,” you said, grinning up at him.

“See, that’s why I love you,” he said without missing a beat. “You’re hot and you’ve got guts.”

You rolled your eyes. “Keep simping like that and people are gonna think you’re whipped.”

“Babe,” he said seriously, eyes twinkling, “I am whipped. I’m so far gone it’s embarrassing. Ask anybody.”

“Embarrassing for you, maybe.”

“Nah,” he said, tugging you closer as the crowd shifted again. “Best decision I ever made.”

And damn it—your heart melted, again.

As you reached the entrance doors, he pulled his phone out once more, holding it up for a selfie. “Alright, tradition. First TwitchCon pic together, baby.”

“Grizzy, people are staring—” You said, a little too hyper aware of the people that decided to stare at you and your chaos reincarnated boyfriend.

“Let ‘em stare, babe.” He grinned wide, angling the phone just right. “On three. One… two…”

You figured ‘fuck it’ and leaned in, making a face at the last second, tongue out, while he smiled like an idiot.

Click.

He glanced at the photo, then at you, and his grin widened. “Yep. New lock screen.”

“Grizz!”

“What? You look hot as hell, even doing that dumb face.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. He pried them away gently, lacing his fingers through yours.

“C’mon, love,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Let’s go show the world how lucky I am.”

Arrival At TwitchCon

The second the convention doors opened, noise hit you like a wave—shouts, laughter, music spilling from different booths, the constant buzz of a thousand people in one place.

Grizzy’s hand was already in yours, big and warm, grounding you against the chaos.

“Damn,” you muttered, eyes scanning the crowd. “It’s like Disneyland but with more gamer stench.”

Grizzy barked out a laugh. “You’re not wrong, babe. Whole lotta deodorant crimes happening here.”

You smirked up at him. “Bet you fifty bucks someone in this crowd hasn’t showered in three days.”

“Babe, don’t do that. That’s the easiest fifty I’ll ever win.” He glanced down at you, grin softening. “Besides, I’m only smelling you. You’re all I care about right now.”

Your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. “God, you’re such a dork.”

“You love it, sweetheart.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

It didn’t take long for the fans to start recognizing him.

“Yo, Grizzy!” a group of guys yelled from across the walkway, phones already out. “Picture?”

“Of course, man!” Grizzy said, instantly switching into his public smile. He glanced at you before he moved, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “You good, baby?”

“Go,” you told him, laughing. “I’ll survive five seconds without you.”

You weren’t lying, this was what you signed up for when you two started your relationship but you’d never felt a negative way about his status. You were just proud of your boy and the life he’s worked hard for. You’re glad there’s so many people out there that adore him, almost as much as you adore him.

“Bet,” he said, but still kissed your temple before heading over to the fans.

You watched as he took pictures, chatted, cracked jokes. Grizzy always had that easy charisma that made everyone feel like they were already his friend. And every few seconds, he looked back at you, like making sure you hadn’t disappeared into the crowd.

When he returned, the grin on his face was even wider. “Baby, they asked if you were my girlfriend.” He said, as excited as a little kid getting asked what chocolate bar he wanted.

You raised a brow. “Oh yeah? And what did you say?”

He puffed his chest out dramatically. “I said, ‘Hell yeah, that’s my girl. Isn’t she gorgeous?’”

You smacked his arm with a laugh. “Grizz!”

“What? I’m proud, babe! I gotta flex! Look at you!”

Before you could argue, another voice cut through the crowd.

“Grizz! Finally, bro, you made it!”

You turned to see three guys cutting through the crowd toward you. Even if you hadn’t known their names beforehand, Grizzy’s stories—and the endless hours of videos he’d shown you—would’ve made it obvious.

Blarg, Smii7y, and Droid. A chaos trio.

“Holy shit,” Blarg said, eyes darting between you and Grizzy. “He actually brought her. We thought she was fake.”

You choked on a laugh. “Fake?”

“Yeah,” Droid said, deadpan. “Grizzy kept talking about this girlfriend who was way out of his league. We assumed she was a Canadian girlfriend situation.”

Grizzy groaned. “Y’all are the worst. Babe, don’t listen to them.”

But Smii7y was already circling you dramatically, like he was inspecting you. You didn't mind though, almost posing while he studied, causing him to laugh. “Nah, she’s real. Hot, too. You sure you didn’t hire her off Fiverr, Grizz?”

You snorted, covering your mouth. Grizzy looked personally attacked. “Bro! What the fuck?”

You tilted your head at Smii7y, grin playful. “Depends. How much do you think I’d cost on Fiverr?”

“Oh, shit!” Droid howled. “She’s got jokes. I like her.”

Grizzy threw his hands up. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by my own girlfriend.”

You looped your arm through his. “Relax, baby. You’re still my favorite.”

He brightened immediately, smug. “Damn right I am.”

“Down bad, down bad,” Blarg muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

Grizzy pointed at him. “Shut your bitch ass up.”

The group moved together toward the creators’ lounge, the boys immediately falling into their chaotic rhythm. You kept pace easily, slipping into their banter like you’d been there all along.

“So, sweetheart,” Smii7y said, slowing his steps a bit to walk next to you, “how do you put up with him? Genuinely curious.”

You grinned. “Noise-canceling headphones.”

Blarg nearly tripped from laughing. “Holy shit, she’s savage.”

Grizzy looked betrayed. “Babe!”

You patted his chest sweetly. “Don’t worry, love. You’re worth the headache.”

“Aww,” Droid cooed mockingly. “Look at this PDA. My single ass is suffering.”

“You wouldn’t suffer if you stopped being a menace for five minutes,” Blarg shot back.

“You just don’t understand me, Matt. I am the content, dude.” Droid said, smirking.

Meanwhile, Grizzy had you tucked firmly against his side, glaring at his friends like they were trying to steal you. “I hate y’all so much.”

“No you don’t,” Smii7y said. “You love us. And also, we’re right—she’s way too good for you.”

“Facts,” Blarg agreed immediately.

“Double facts,” Droid added.

You laughed, leaning up to kiss Grizzy’s cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m yours.”

He melted instantly, grin so wide it was ridiculous. “God, I love you.”

The guys groaned in unison.

“Disgusting,” Droid muttered.

“Down horrendous,” Smii7y said.

“Kill me now,” Blarg added.

But the way Grizzy squeezed your hand told you he couldn’t care less.

The Lounge

The creators’ lounge was buzzing, but at least it wasn’t shoulder-to-shoulder like the main floor. The low hum of chatter, snack tables, and a few couches made it the perfect pit stop.

Grizzy didn’t even hesitate—he marched you over to a corner couch like a man on a mission, flopping down with a sigh of relief. Before you could sit next to him, he tugged you straight into his lap.

“Grizz,” you whined. You weren’t really upset, just shy at the aspect of people viewing the pda show your boyfriend seemed determined to host.

“What?” he said innocently, chin resting on your shoulder. “This is my seat. That’s my girl. Math checks out.”

Blarg playfully groaned from across the table. “Jesus Christ, bro. We get it. You’re whipped.”

“Not whipped,” Grizzy said smugly, tightening his arms around your waist. “Just winning at life.”

Before Blarg could fire back, Smii7y strolled up with Droid at his heels, both balancing plastic cups of soda. “Called it,” Smii7y said, pointing at you two. “We knew he’d be glued to her the second they sat down.”

“Bro, I’m not glued,” Grizzy argued. “She’s just comfy. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

You tried not to laugh at how earnest he sounded. “Sure, baby.”

The boys groaned like you’d just committed treason.

“Unbelievable,” Droid muttered. “You’re enabling him.”

Before you could respond, another familiar voice piped up.

“Yooo! What’s up, losers?”

Pezzy and Puffer appeared, sliding into the cluster like they owned the place. Yumi wasn’t far behind, lugging a camera bag over one shoulder.

“Oh, hell no,” Puffer said as soon as he spotted you perched on Grizzy’s lap. “Look at this domestic-ass shit. Bro, are you filming a Hallmark movie?”

The whole group cracked up.

Grizzy flipped him off. “Suck my dick, Puffer. You’re just mad I got a girl who likes me.”

“Correction,” Smii7y said, sipping his soda. “You got a girl who puts up with you. Big difference.”

“That’s actually facts,” Yumi chimed in, smirking as he dumped his bag on the floor.

“Y’all are haters,” Grizzy muttered, but his hand never left your hip.

Pezzy leaned across the table, grinning. “So, you’re the girlfriend. You must be a saint. How do you do it?”

You smirked. “I said it once. I’ll say it again. Noise-canceling headphones.”

The table erupted. Droid practically slid out of his chair laughing.

“Oh my god,” Blarg wheezed. “She roasted him without even hesitating.”

“Bro,” Yumi said, pointing at you, “she’s funnier than you, bro.”

“Hey!” Grizzy looked personally offended. “I’m funny as fuck.”

“Yeah, sure,” Smii7y said. “Funny looking.”

The chorus of “oooohs” that followed made you snort. Grizzy groaned, burying his face against your shoulder.

“Y’all are fake as hell,” he mumbled.

“Not fake,” Droid said cheerfully. “Just honest.” You thought it couldn’t get worse, but then Grizzy pulled out his phone.

“Nah, nah. Lemme put y’all on real quick.” He opened his gallery with a few swipes. “Look at this queen. Tell me she’s not gorgeous.”

“Grizz,” you hissed, moving to grab for the phone, knowing damn well what he was about to show them.

He leaned back, holding it high like a basketball player dodging a steal. “Nah, baby, let me brag. They need to see.”

The guys leaned in like sharks smelling blood.

“Oh my god,” Smii7y said, eyes going wide. “That’s—holy shit, that’s hundreds of pictures.”

Blarg gawked. “Bro, there are albums. Plural.”

Droid nearly spit out his drink. “Why the fuck is one labeled ‘Pretty Baby #4’? How many categories do you have?”

Yumi tilted his head. “Wait, wait, go back—did that one folder say ‘Hotel Morning Fit Check’?”

“Yes,” Grizzy said proudly. “Because she looked fine as hell this morning.”

Pezzy shook his head. “Dude, this is—like—you’re her unpaid paparazzi. For real.”

“And loving it,” Grizzy said instantly. “I’ll die on this hill.”

Puffer smirked. “Bro, you’re simping so hard the dictionary needs to update the definition.”

“You know what?” Grizzy shot back, wrapping both arms tighter around you. “I don’t even care. Y’all can clown all you want, but I bagged the baddest girl in this whole con. And she’s mine.”

The group groaned in unison.

“Disgusting,” Droid muttered.

“Down astronomically,” Yumi said.

“Get a room,” Smii7y added.

But when you leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to Grizzy’s cheek, his grin spread so wide it was ridiculous.

“Worth it,” he said softly, just for you.

Too Much Energy For One Room

BigPuffer X Hyper!Fem!Reader

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YouTubers Masterlist SFW

Summary: Puffer swore he wasn’t nervous—okay, maybe a little—about bringing his hyper girlfriend to meet Grizzy, Droid, and Pezzy. She already knew about their YouTube chaos, but knowing and surviving it in person were two very different things.

Chris had been pacing the living room for the past ten minutes, controller in hand, not playing but fidgeting with the buttons. You sprawled out on his couch, legs tucked beneath you, watching him with an amused smile that only made him more restless.

“You know,” you said, drawing out the words like you were narrating a documentary, “I think I just discovered your nervous tic. It’s pacing. You look like a Sims character whose path got blocked.”

Chris groaned. “I am not pacing like a Sim.”

“Yes, you are. All you need is the little diamond above your head.” You sat up straight, hand darting into the air like you were placing an invisible green plumbob above him. “There. Perfect.”

Chris finally dropped the controller onto the coffee table with a sigh. “I just—okay, I want tonight to go well. The guys mean a lot to me, and you mean a lot to me and this is the first time you’re all hanging out in person.”

“You’ve told me,” you teased, hopping up from the couch and bounding over to him with your usual boundless energy. You tugged at the hem of his hoodie before smoothing it back down again, almost as if fussing with him could erase his nerves. “About twelve times, actually. ‘I want tonight to go well, babe.’ ‘Don’t be too weird, babe.’ ‘Please don’t roast Droid too hard, babe.’” You said in a fake deep voice, doing your best to mimic Chris’ voice.

Chris tried not to smile. Tried. Failed. “I didn’t say it like that.”

You grinned. “You totally did. But hey—relax, okay? If your friends are anything like you, I’ll be fine. And if they’re worse, well…” She poked his chest playfully. “Good thing I come with unlimited energy and zero shame.”

That, at least, was true.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You two pulled up to Nelson’s house twenty minutes later. Chris felt his stomach flip with nerves again, but you were practically bouncing out of the passenger seat before the car was even fully parked.

You always enjoyed meeting new people. And that’s exactly how you viewed this, you’re just meeting new friends.

You hooked your arm through his as you both walked up, practically dragging him toward the door like he was the one being introduced, not you.

Nelson answered before Chris could even knock. “Puffer! Yo, what’s up, man?” He said loudly and pulled him into one of those back-patting guy hugs.

You never really got why guys did that? ‘Just hug normally you weirdos’ you thought to yourself, snickering at your incredible humor in your own mind.

Nelson then looked past him. “Ohhh, so this is the famous girlfriend. We finally meet.”

“Famous?” You repeated with a laugh. “You make me sound like a cryptid. Real mothman type shit.”

Nelson blinked at you, then barked out a laugh. “Okay, yeah, I like her already.”

From inside the house came a distant voice—Max’s—yelling, “Is she here yet? Tell her to run while she can! She can still save herself!!”

“Too late!” You shouted back instantly, cupping your hands around your mouth to project like a megaphone. “I’m not stuck with you! You’re stuck with me now!”

Chris groaned. “God, I knew this was a mistake.”

“Big mistake,” Jaime’s voice chimed as he appeared from the kitchen with a can of soda. He raised a brow at her like he was sizing her up. “So this is the girl who willingly dates Puffer. That’s… suspicious.”

You gasped dramatically, grabbing Chris’s arm. “Suspicious? Oh no. He figured me out. Guess I’ll have to pack up and go home.”

Jaime held his hands up in mock surrender smirked. “Shit..Don’t let me stop you.”

“Nope,” Nelson interrupted, clapping his hands. “She stays. I want to see how long it takes for her to roast all of us.”

“Two minutes, tops,” Max said, finally strolling in from the living room. He had a sly grin on his face like he was ready for a showdown. “She looks like she’s got the energy of five toddlers on Capri Suns.”

You gasped again—though this one was playful, not offended. “Rude. Six toddlers, minimum. Get it right.”

That earned you a chorus of laughter from the guys, and Chris felt his shoulders drop a fraction. Maybe this would go okay after all.

The night settled into its usual chaotic rhythm. Nelson set up Mario Kart on the big TV while Jaime and Max argued over snacks in the kitchen. You made yourself at home instantly, flopping onto the couch between Chris and Nelson like you’d been part of the group for years.

“So,” you said, controller in hand, “on a scale of one to ten, how salty do you all get when you lose?”

“Depends who wins,” Jaime answered.

“Ten,” Max cut in.

“Twenty,” Nelson corrected, smirking.

“Forty-two,” Chris muttered, already bracing himself.

“Perfect,” You said with a mischievous grin. “Can’t wait to crush you all.”

Chris leaned closer, voice low so only she could hear. “Babe, maybe don’t taunt them before the game even starts—”

Too late. You’d already selected Yoshi with the confidence of someone walking into battle.

The first race was chaos incarnate.

You laughed so loudly at every green shell hit that even Nelson had to pause to wheeze. Max swore under his breath every time you zipped past him, while Jaime kept groaning and complaining that his controller was broken.

By the third race, you were in first place, and Nelson threw his head back with a groan. “Nah, this shit rigged. No way you’re this good.”

“It’s not rigged,” you said sweetly, eyes glued to the screen. “I’m just better.”

Chris couldn’t help it—he laughed. Loud, unrestrained, and so full of pride it surprised him. Because of course you fit right in.

You weren’t intimidated, you weren’t holding back your energy. You weren’t putting on a persona. You were being exactly herself, and the guys were eating it up.

Hours later, the coffee table was littered with empty soda cans and chip bags, the TV still glowing with the Mario Kart scoreboard. The guys were arguing over some dumb in-game shortcut, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony.

Chris sat back, watching you animatedly explain your “superior strategy” to Nelson, who looked half-convinced and half-annoyed. Jaime was leaning against the wall, shaking his head with a grin, while Max had his head in his hands like he’d just witnessed a tragedy.

It kinda reminded Chris of the “She came down in a bubble, dawg!” meme.

You caught Chris’s gaze across the room and shot him a playful wink. That one little gesture was enough to make warmth bloom in his chest.

Eventually, the chaos mellowed. Nelson and Jaime ended up in a heated debate about controller brands, and Max started scrolling on his phone. You drifted back over to Chris on the couch, curling up beside him without hesitation.

“You okay?” You asked softly, voice dipping for the first time all night. You knew your boy. Occasionally, he would get overwhelmed or his battery would drain to fast and he would have to sit and zone out a bit to recharge.

Chris nodded, pressing his cheek against your hair. “Yeah. More than okay. You… you were amazing tonight.”

You smiled, tilting your head up to look at him with your pretty eyes. “Told you I’d be just fine.”

“I know, I just—” He paused, words catching on the lump in his throat. “I really like having you here. With them. With me.”

Your grin softened into something warmer, gentler. You reached up to cup his jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek. “I like being here. Thanks for sharing your little world with me, Chris.”

Chris felt something in his chest loosen, like he’d been holding his breath all night without realizing. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, letting the noise of his friends fade into the background.

You fit. You fit perfectly.

Risk of Exposure

Ed Tipper X Male!Medic!Reader

This is my first Tipper ask! Yayyyy! Thank you so much for requesting! I also don’t know what you’d prefer to be in this so I kinda just let my thoughts run. This is my first male reader attempt so if I don’t do it justice, let me know what I did wrong so I can attempt to make it better! Thank you for reading!

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BoB Masterlist (NSFW) (SFW)

Warning(s): mentions of war, set after they get off the ship in England, anal sex, anal fingering, a bit of dirty talk, reader gets called a good boy, bottom!reader, top!Tipper, semi-public sex, mentions of past sex encounters, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS!!)

Tipper was getting a bit annoyed if he was being honest with himself. He hasn’t seen you since you all boarded the ship taking you all to England and he’s sick and tired of listening to Leibgott complain about Guarnere.

He stopped walking and took a deep breath. If you were anywhere it was probably with Doc Roe, seeing how close the two had become, borderline best friends, so if he could find Roe, he would find you.

Which led him to the medic tent. A sigh of relief escaping his lisp when he heard you laughing with Roe about some inside joke the two of you shared. He walked into the tent, giving Roe a friendly nod when they made eye contact, which spurred you to turn and face him from where you were sitting on the table, a bright smile appearing on your face.

Benny teaches Fem!Reader how to play hockey

Benny Weir x Fem!Reader

First Benny blurb let’s goooooo, I love my silly magic boy 🥹 thank you so much for requesting! Made up a lil hockey tale about Bennys life growing up lol very much NOT canon so just pretend

I know NOTHING about ice skating or ice hockey, please bear with me

I very much disliked this blurb, thinking of rewriting it, if you also hate it let me know and I’ll rewrite.

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Warning(s): Mention of parental death (Benny’s), popular-ish reader

Watching your boyfriend do anything he loved to do was a pleasure normally. Benny would get this silly grin on his face and his eyes would seem brighter than ever.

That is why you had no objections when he asked you out to the rink at the end of your school day. No monsters to defeat, no magic (for the most part), just you and your Benny indulging in one of your many love languages.

Benny wasn’t the most sporty guy. He’s very much a geek, preferring to do anything but physical activities. However, he absolutely adores ice skating, specifically hockey.

When his parents died and he started to live with his grandmother, she tried everything to find a hobby that would bring him out of his misery. Just so happened that a hockey stick and some ice skates made the boy so happy.

When he met you, a friend of Erica’s, he was ecstatic that he could explore his hockey passion with someone else. As much as he loved his best friend, Ethan, hockey is the last thing he would ever try. And you, who loves Benny so much was more than happy to indulge him.

Which takes you to now.

You’ve ice skated before a few times but never attempted to play hockey. when you saw how excited Benny looked when asking you, how could you say no to him.

“Don’t worry babe, you’ll be in good hands.” He assured you as he helped you lace up your skates. He pressed a kiss to your knee then moved his way up to your lips, pressing a longer kiss there. You let out a small laugh in the kiss as he softly tickled your sides before helping you up and over to the edge of the rink.

You held onto his hand, stepping one foot onto the rink, his feet already steady on the ice. He helped you place the other foot down, small words of encouragement reaching your ears in his hushed voice.

“Atta girl!” He said as you steadied yourself, knees still a little wobbly before your body seemed to remember how to ice skate. Benny watched you skate around with a smile on his face before grabbing the hockey sticks from the floor of the rink entrance. He skated over to you, handing you one of the sticks.

You took it, giving him a look of utter confusion. He chuckled and dropped a puck onto the ice infront of you. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t just throw you to the wolves like that. We’re gonna try just hitting the puck into the net.”

He skated up behind you, helping you position your body the way it needed to be. He helped you line up your stick with the puck, removing his hands from yours once he deemed you in the right position.

“Whenever you think youre ready, take your shot babe.” He said to you, leaning on his stick a few feet away from you. You stared down at the puck for a few seconds before taking your shot, groaning in a bit of frustration as the puck completely missed the goal net.

“That’s okay, first couple of times never take, we’ll keep trying.” Benny said pressing a kiss to your head as he skated by, fishing the puck from the net. He skated back over to you, placing the puck in-front of you again.

This went on a few times before your frustration reached its peak, Benny laughing to himself at the glare you fixated onto the puck. He dropped the puck in-front of you once more, moving behind you yet again. This time, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, “I’ll help you, okay?”

He pressed his body against yours, his hands resting on yours as he guided your movements. With his help, you were finally able to hit the puck into the net. Both of you cheered, laughter filling the rink as he picked you up, skating around in circles.

The rest of the date was spent skating around, occasionally having small hockey matches against each-other (Benny won each time), and sharing small kisses as you skated together.

Ethan Morgan

Sarah Fox

Benny Weir

Benny teaches Fem!Reader how to play hockey

Rory Keaner

Erica Jones

Unwanted but not Unneeded

Tyrion Lannister X Fem!Stark!Reader

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Game Of Thrones SFW Masterlist

Based on Tyrion and Sansa’s marriage but instead of Sansa he marries you

Warning(s): slight angst, joffery being a cunt, forced marriage, bit of an age gap (reader is in their early/mid twenties, Tyrion is late thirties), mentions of infidelity, use of Y/N once or twice, this was not requested, just a little idea I had.

When your father brought you and your sisters to kings landing, you did not expect it to be this way. Sansa was set to marry the prince, and you were here to do damage control for Arya and Sansa. Unfortunately, things were not so black and white. Your father was wrongfully beheaded, your youngest sister had vanished, and you had never felt so lost.

On a bright side, Sansa was no longer engaged to the shit stain you had to call king. You two were still under his manipulation and control though, which led to now. You sitting at the head table as everyone around you celebrated your marriage to Tyrion Lannister. You didn’t hate Tyrion; he was the only person in this retched kingdom who treated you and your sister as actual humans, and you did respect him, but marriage was the last thing you wanted, especially to a Lannister. Your father always told you he would never force a marriage you didn’t want upon you. He wanted you to love and be loved. All you wanted now was to have him here more than anything.

I am still adding people so of course I can add you

Kyoya Ootori X Fem!Reader

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Tamaki Ver.

Same request as the one in Tamaki’s version. Just split it into three parts as mentioned in that post

Warning: Spanking, degrading words, spitting, dry humping, cumming untouched, “just the tip” trope cause I’m a SLUT for that

You were in deep shit.

You had been sending pics of your new lingerie sets to Kyoya all day, trying to get his attention when he, rudely, went out to lunch with Tamaki. The rational part of your brain knew that he had every right to spend time with his best friend, but the needy side of your brain thought otherwise. Especially after he left you high and dry that morning.

You weren’t exactly new to being bratty. Kyoya got a kick out of you defying him, because afterwards he got to watch as you squirmed underneath him in pleasure. He certainly wasn’t getting a kick out of this, though. He had warned you, twice more than he should have, to cut it out, but you didn’t listen. Which led to him cutting lunch early to drive home.

To say you weren’t nervous would be a lie, but you were also excited. You did as he instructed you, lying yourself face down and ass up on the bed for him to see when he got home, knowing you’d be punished if you were in any other position. You felt that pleasant shiver go up your spine as you heard the front door open and close, Kyoya’s footsteps reaching your ears as he made his way up the stairs to your door. You whined softly as the bedroom door opened, Kyoya giving a deep chuckle at the state you were in. He immediately discarded his things at the foot of the door, moving to stand right behind you.

His hands grabbed your hips, pulling your hips into his, smirking to himself at the small moan you gave when your lace covered pussy rubbed against the fabric of his pants, “Look at you, little rose. Talked all that talk showing me your pretty new sets, but the minute I get home you’re reduced to a wordless little slut.” He said, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine as you whimpered and tried to push yourself back on him, “I’m sorry...” you whined out. Kyoya chuckled, rubbing his big hands over the fat of your ass, “Oh you will be, little rose, don’t worry.” He said before bringing the palm of his hand down fast and hard on your ass, the cry you gave out being music to his ears. “You’ve sent me about twelve pictures today so that’s how many you’re getting today. You’re going to count each one and if you mess up you won’t get your reward after. Understand?” He told you. You nodded and he didn’t give you any time to prepare before two quick swats were brought down on your ass. You screamed slightly, not expecting them so soon before you uttered out a ‘one’ and a ‘two’.

Between the hits and the praise, you were quickly losing your mind. You were soaked, your lace panties dripping with your wetness, your thighs feeling kind of sticky. Kyoya loved it though. The love he felt seeing you so ready and willing for him, trusting him completely. It filled him with a sense of power that he never felt before you entered his life. He delivered the final three hits, watching the way your back arched beautifully. He ran his hands over the red prints forming on the cheeks of your ass.

At this point you were a crying mess. He moved his hand up to your shoulder, pulling you up so your back was against his chest and your head rolled onto his shoulder, tucking into his neck. He let a chuckle into your neck as he pressed his clothes budge into your soaking cunt. The whimper you let out practically music to his ears.

His hands found their place on your hips, forcing to grind your sensitive pussy against him, the feeling of your arousal soaking through his slacks causing his cock to twitch. You lifted your arm, your hand easily sliding into his hair, tugging slightly as you tried your best to pull him closer. You wanted more but with the stimulation of his pants rubbing your sensitive clit, words seemed to evade you.

Kyoya bit into the space between your neck and your shoulder, reaching one of his hands down to unbutton and unzip his pants. He tugged them down with his boxers, just far enough for him to pull his cock out, sliding it between your thighs, pressing up against your pussy. You both let out a satisfied moan. Kyoya had to punish you but he also wasn’t a cruel man. He knew you needed him and you took your spanking so well. He wouldn’t fuck you, but he would make you cum one way or another.

His lips stayed attached to your throat and jaw, leaving behind an array of marks as he began to thrust against you, his own high approaching rather quickly. He felt his breath stutter as you reached down, your shaking fingers just barely pressing on the head of his cock, hips angling just enough that you slip the tip of his cock inside you. He let out a deep groan, his hips stilling right as he came, the feel of your walls just barely hugging him enough for him to let it go. You moaned in harmony with him as you let your release slip, clenching on his tip, wanting to keep him inside you even if it was just the smallest amount of him.

He kept you pulled against him, his kisses finally falling away as he held you through your bliss. Your brain was foggy, just picking up on the praises of you being his good girl, and how you looked so pretty being so desperate for him. He rolled his eyes as his phone rang, reminding him that he did indeed leave Tamaki, the second most needy person he knew, with absolutely no hesitation.

I will now write for My Babysitters a Vampire

That includes:

Ethan, Benny, Sarah, Rory, Erica, Jesse.

Also, how are you? How have you been? I hope you have a lovely day/night and take care!!

Pretty Girl

Fem!Reader X Tamaki Suoh, Fem!Reader X Kyoya Ootori, Fem!Reader X Kaoru Hitachiin

I’m so late to write this but I’m going to do one at a time cause I love all these boys lol

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Kyoya Ver.

Warnings: not full smuts. Tamaki’s: Oral(Fem Receiving), fingering, Tamaki speaks to reader in French, use of the word pussy, squirting.

I don’t speak French so if it’s wrong please blame google translate I will put translations 🥹 thank you for requesting!

When Tamaki returned home that evening, he wasn’t expecting the wonderful sight he met.

You didn’t hear him, too caught up in looking at yourself in the mirror of your shared room, trying to determine if the lingerie you bought while out with Haruhi and Renge looked good on you. You all but jumped out of your skin when he opened the door, not bothering to hide yourself.

“Mon amour*, im home!” He announced before he looked at you, eyes widening and face instantly reddening. You stood there, displaying yourself to him, fingers messing with the lace on your thighs in nervousness.

“What is this?” He asked softly, smiling at you encouragingly as he closed the door to your room. You shrugged, turning back to the mirror to avoid having to look at him. He, of course, didn’t like this, moving to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder to look at you in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, mon amour? Do you not think so?” He asked you. You thought for a bit and gave him another shrug. Some days you thought you looked beautiful but some days your brain won’t the battle and told you that you didn’t.

Tamaki sighed, pressing a kiss to your neck, running his lips up and down your throat. You whimpered softly, tilting your head to give him more access. He turns you to face him, kissing your lips as he walks you back towards the bed, “I guess I have to remind you, yet again, what I see.” He says before laying you down.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be self conscious, not when he was looking at you laid below him like you were everything he wanted. He leaned down, kissing in the valley between your breasts, his hands reaching up to run over your mounds, smirking softly at the gasp you let out when his fingers brushed over your nipples.

“So sensitive. Si Beau.*” He said, tugging the top of your lace bra down to expose your nipples to the air. He moaned as he wrapped his lip around your right nipple, sucking and nibbling gently as his fingers pinched and pulled at your other. You closed your eyes, arching into his touch as you moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, rocking your hips up against his clothed pelvis.

He chuckled as he pulled away, trailing his kisses down your stomach, pausing at the waistband of your panties. He ran his hands down over your thigh highs, pushing your thighs up so your legs were bent. He situated himself so his face was infront of your soaked pussy, moaning deeply as he licks the wet patch on your panties, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste of your arousal.

“P-Please, Tama..” you whispered, trying to rock your hips up into his face, chasing any form of him you could get. He smiled up at you, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down. He let them fall of your ankle before spreading your legs for him again.

You let out a gasp as he ran his tongue over your folds, one of his hands lifting up to play with your breasts. He groaned as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking slightly before moving his attention on your hole. He circled his tongue around it before working his way into you, moaning as you rocked your hips against his face.

“Tu es putain de délicieux.*” He mumbled as he pulled off of you for a second. He placed your legs on his shoulders, using his free hand to run a finger up and down your soaked folds before slipping his finger inside you slowly.

“That’s it baby, good girl.” He whispers to you, watching as you propped yourself up on your elbows, arching your back so beautifully. He wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking on it as he thrusted his finger in and out of you, adding a second and a third one after a little bit.

“Keep your eyes on that mirror, love, or I’ll stop. You’re gonna watch me unravel you.” He said as your head fell back. “You’re gonna watch how beautiful you look cumming on my fingers.” He says, picking up the pace of his fingers, spreading them around inside you.

You blinked your eyes open, looking at yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, what you saw was a sight. You boyfriend on his knees at the foot of the bed, in between your thighs as your legs hung off his shoulders, your chest and stomach littered in love bites, face flushed and hair sticking to the sweat on your skin. You looked, dare you say it, beautiful.

You moaned loudly, not caring much on volume, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on the mirror. Tamaki constantly praised you, alternating between sucking your clit and stuffing his tongue in with his fingers. You could feel that little build up in your stomach begin to tighten, Tamaki knew it too, noticing the way your warm walls clenched around his fingers.

“You taste so good, baby. You look even better.” He said, sucking marks into the skin of your thighs above the thigh highs. You placed one of your hands in his hair, tugging gently at the strands. “Fuck, Tamaki…I’m so close.” You moaned out to him, feeling his fingers press on that lovely spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

He nodded his head, “Go on, mon amour, cum for me.” He said, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching as you screamed, that knot finally unraveling as you let go, squirting all over his fingers and mouth, soaking him from his mouth to his chest. He moaned deeply, continuing his pace with his fingers until he felt you push on his head, whimpering and twitching as the overstimulation set in.

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out, moving to crawl on top of you, he kissed you deeply, moving your thighs to wrap around his waist as he brought you back down from your high. He whispered sweet nothings to you in between kisses until your eyes focused back on him, “There she is.” He says, holding you close to him.

“Ready for more?”

*mon amour - My love

*Si Beau - So beautiful