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Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader (mdni)
Tags: [adult content][tittyfucking][smaller tiddies][they were roommates][scammerxscammer]
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For the first time in his life, Toji's met someone just as skeezy and as sketchy as him.
It's not above you to make bets that you have no intention of fulfilling, making promises that mean nothing because breaking them, was as easy as taking candy from a baby.
Only this time, the baby was a 6 foot 4 man, with broad shoulders, familial trauma and a scar on his upper lip that stood out in the best way imaginable whenever he curled his lip in distaste at whatever smartass comment slipped from your lips across the pinewood dinner table.
"Awww, you disappointed?" You goad Toji, hands resting on your hips, just above the waistband of your sweatpants and you snort at the narrowing of his emerald pools.
You had promised him a titty-fuck if he made dinner, and it was... a feat. Toji had actually read a WikiHow article on how to make pasta, from start to finish, not missing over a single detail and here you were, tiny-titted and mocking him.
"Why don't you... get some bitches?" You snicker, before reaching over for your hoodie once again, the cotton promising warmth that the lack of an air conditioner in winter couldn't even fathom.
"Get on your knees." Toji grits out, hands tugging roughly on the frayed drawstring of his sweatpants, and he shifts, resting back against the sofa, thick muscular thighs parted to give you more access to the visible bulge in his pants.
"Huh?" Your brows furrow.
You weren't expecting that.
"You don't listen for shit but I know you're not deaf." Toji scoffs. "Get on your knees, brat."
He tugs the drawstring, undoing that knot he somehow managed to do with one very talented hand while his other had clutched his phone (you watched because the muscles in his forearm flexed).
"Titties are titties. Even..." Toji's eyes lower to your chest, gaze travelling over the swells, perky mounds that would fill his hands perfectly and he can feel his cock twitch at the mere thought. Pretty nipples that were pulled taut from the chill wind that crept in through the windows, and a low groan left his lips at the way you crossed your arms, your cleavage appearing out of hiding and that pendant dangles just between your breasts, nestled in the crease.
"Even tits that are attached to smart-mouthed, lazy, perverted, sick fucks like you."
Toji finishes what *could* be a compliment, in a mean way.
"Is this because I signed you up for that thing?" You frown, but you don't argue over anything, not that you'd really want to.
Your roommate's... pretty hot.
Especially when he wears those tight compression shirts that have you biting your knuckles, when he leans on the doorframe in that way that makes your throat bulge like a bullfrog, ready to take whatever he's willing to give.
"No." Toji grunts. "I don't give a shit about the missionaries who keep trying to give my life purpose."
Toji grabs you by the front of your pendant, pulling you towards him (forcing you to walk because you don't want to break the necklace).
And strong hands move to brace your shoulders, forcing you onto your knees and he shifts, lowering the ribbed waistband of his pants, just enough to free his thick cock.
Veiny, almost the size of your forearm, with a fiery tip leaking beads of precum and he wraps a scarred hand around the base of himself, before tapping his cock on your plump bottom lip.
"Put your tits together."
Toji's instructions leave no room for arguing and you shift closer, hands cupping the underside of your chest and pushing your breasts together, and Toji gives himself a few lazy strokes, spreading the slick of his precum all along his thick shaft. And he runs his tongue across his bottom lip.
"Do you have a condom?" You question, head tilted as you remain, hands cupping your breasts.
"No, I'm clean." He dismisses.
"But what if I'm not?"
Toji stares at you, before snorting.
"*Right*." He scoffs. "Like you could get a sexually transmitted disease, keyword, sexual."
It's a jab at your inactive sex life, only consisting of audio porn and a vibrator with batteries that you snatched from the TV remote. And Toji shifts, making himself more comfortable.
"Come on, get to it." Toji hums, his broad chest heaving with a heavy exhale.
"I can't reach."
Your words make his jaw clench, and he shifts, grabbing a few pillows and lifting you just enough for him to kick the layered pillows beneath your knees, giving you enough leverage.
And he's nestled between the small mounds, bows knitting as he watches the way you move clumsily, your hands slipping frequently, brows knitted in concentration, and he rests his head back against the sofa.
Watching you through half-lidded eyes.
"You've never done this, huh." Toji mocks, before he pulls away.
"Lie down."
"On the sofa, or on the floor?" You question and you're only met with a shrug, before you lie on the carpeted floor, a pillow beneath your head and your eyes widen momentarily when Toji straddles your waist.
"Push them together." He instructs and resting one hand above your head, broad fingers splayed on the carpet as he begins to thrust against and between your tits.
The sensation is lewd, the slippery precum making a lewd sound each time his veiny cock pushes through your cleavage, leaky tip poking out from between the soft mounds.
"If you could talk to me, it would be nice."
You break through his reverie and Toji narrows his eyes at you.
"You ain't doing shit. You're just lying there like a dead fish." He snickers, mocking you even as his speed picks up, his orgasm nearing at a speed that would be embarassing, if it wasn't for the fact that he knows his second round is always longer than his first.
"Wow, so you're titty-fucking a dead fish? Pervert." You retort, and your words are only met with a scoff, before Toji sits up, beginning to roughly and unceremoniously tug at his leaky, throbbing cock.
"Barely counts as titty-fucking." Toji insults, to which you reach a hand up, smacking him in the face. Not harder than you've done it before, but definitely not giving you the same, annoyed reaction, instead, it earns you creamy ribbons, strewn across your face and chest.
Toji's hips buck, vigorously fucking his fist as the last few spurts drip down to his fist, trickling alongside his precum and he lets out a relaxed groan, before looking down at you.
H gives you a shit-eating, lopsided grin, before his rough hands palm your chest, pushing your tits together and the lewd sound of rubbing them together, covered in cum, rings in your ears.
You can feel your cunt clench around nothing, simply from the way he looks at your chest like it's something to be revered, and worshipped.
And he brushes rough thumbs acros your sensitive buds, feeling the way your stomach clenches below him.
Toji grins, head cocking as he watches you stare up at him, opulent strings across your pretty face.
"Sensitive nipples..." He mumbles. "Good to know."
A/N: shoutout to me completing high school and writing đœ immediately afterwards
#jujutsukaisen#jjksmut#sobbingscripter#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#jjk x reader#toji fushiguro smut#toji x reader smut
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thereâs nothing wrong w hcâing riz as alloromantic from a canonical perspective and iâm largely a live-and-let person, but some posts make me feel like some of you should inspect why you feel aromanticism makes a character less compelling, less relatable, or less sympathetic.
does a character not being shippable make them less connected or interesting or has amatonormitivity convinced you that romance makes a person more whole and that platonic relationships are inherently less valuable or complex than romantic?
technically speaking, riz has never been explicitly confirmed aro. there is however, a good amount of canonical coding that implies he is. coding is sort of a tricky thing to determine if it is canonical or not, depending on whether it was intentional or not, and historically speaking, intentional queercoding was usually outright noncanonical and contradictory. given d20âs MO when it comes to queer characters it is likely the coding is deliberate, but it is not confirmed within text.
personally, i think the text does not require an explicit canonization to be aro representation. i would like it! but to me, rizâs story is already an aro story and it means a lot to me because it is one of the ONLY ones i can think of and the ways it explores aromantic loneliness. aro/ace representation in public media is still in its infancy, and despite recent pushes for queer rep, there is still an all-time total of zero (0) aro main characters and >10 side characters in film and television.
also, i think people should be mindful about levying phrases like âheâll grow out of itâ âit doesnât matterâ etc, because even if your intention is to talk about riz, real aro fans can inadvertently catch strays, and the safety of real queer people should take priority above all else
#this is NOT targeted towards anyone! just some of my current thoughts on the general discourse in the fandom#dimension 20#fantasy high#riz gukgak#aroace riz gukgak#aromantic riz gukgak#discourse#<- for tagging purposes. not trying to start shit or whatever
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katara sees her brother and bff approaching something that can make them happy and says no interruptions
based on this photo from the live action cast
#my art#i learned SO MUCH about digital coloring while working on this. i canât wait to try to put it to practice from the start and on purpose#instead of stumbling upon leagues of info when i was already 95% done lol#anyways#zukka#idc about tagging rn tbh iâm tired#fuck backgrounds dude#hate that shit#i need to do lighting studies fr tho#i canât do interesting light i just. donât have the knowledge#makes me sad cuz lighting really makes or breaks pieces it seems#also lol i started this then stopped for like two hours and just sketched katara a fuck ton#what i landed on here isnât my favorite but i liked the soft + gently amused emotion sheâs showing#ok whatever iâm done rambling#post
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research purposes.
tags: spencer reid x reader. tech analyst!reader. mentions of 50 shades of grey. bau ladies are like gossiping wine moms. fluff & crack, bcos spencer has been thru enough already. referenced/mentioned sexual acts but nothing explicit. a/n: got inspired by aj cook implying mgg was reading 50 shades + the table read of cm where mggâs name card was âmatthew 50 shades of gray gublerâ masterlist. requests are open !
The team is on the jet home from a consultation in San Francisco. Everybodyâs either dozing off (Emily and Derek), eating (Rossi), or doing paperwork (Hotch, as usual). JJ is scrolling on her phone, catching up on the pictures and videos Will sent of Henry when she notices something very bizarre.
âReid, are you reading 50 Shades of Grey?â
âHuh?â he looks up from the paragraph he was reading. Something about not making love and only fucking hard. Or whatever drivel heâs suffering for you.
âI didnât peg you the type to be reading romance or erotica.â
âItâs for research.â
JJ quirks a brow Spencer doesnât see. His eyes already returned to the book in his hands.
âResearch? For Y/N?â
âYep,â Spencer turns a page.
JJ continues to gape at him. She wants to press for more details, but with a shake of her head, decides she was better off not knowing the intricacies of the relationship of people she considers her siblings. No matter how baffled she is by the fact that Spencer Reid is reading 50 Shades of Grey, she doubts that sheâd want to dip a toe in that rabbit hole. However, she has no qualms of bringing up this certain knowledge in the near future.
Spencer was in a rush to finish his case load for the day. Itâs your day off, so heâs doing anything he can so that he can go home earlier than usual. With you out for the day, he canât even pop into your office to bug you, talk your ear off, or have an impromptu make out session. It was so sad, really.
Heâs down to his last three folders when Derek attempts to get his attention.
âPst! Pretty boy,â Morgan whisper-yells.
âYes?â
âHowâs Y/N?â
Spencerâs a bit perplexed by the question. While itâs not unusual for Derek to worry about your well-being, he finds it a bit weird for Derek to be asking such a question at that exact moment. As far as he knows, you texted Derek 15 minutes ago about mold on the street that you insist looked like the aforementioned man. That was the last time Spencer talked to you as well.
âSheâs fine. Enjoying her day off.â
Thereâs a big grin crawling across Derekâs face. Such a look on a man like Derek Morgan spelled trouble. He looks like he knows something that Spencer doesnât. Spencerâs starting to get cautious.
âAnything exciting happened to you guys this weekend?â Derek asks with that shit-eating, I-know-something-you-donât-know grin.
Spencer raises a brow.
âNot much. The usual,â Spencer flips a page in his file.
Morgan hums, âAh, yes. The usual.â
Spencer looks up at Derek, perplexed. Having no idea what in the world Morgan is trying to get to.
âLate night?â Derek continues. Spencer shuts the folder in his hands.
âAre you trying to insinuate something?â
âI donât know, am I?â
Spencer rolls his eyes and returns his attention to his work. Completely ignoring the chuckles coming from Morgan.
A few days later, Spencer is making his second cup of coffee at the office kitchenette, bracing himself for another round of paperwork when he hears somebody rush into the room. He turns from the counter to see you, flushed and embarrassed?
âHey, darlingââ
âWhy did Penelope ask me how itâs like to have my own Christian Grey?â
âWhat?â Spencer puts his mug down to turn his full attention on you.
âShe barged into my office, asking me what kind of BDSM weâre into!â you devolve into a sort of whisper-yell, eyes shifting as to check if there were other people around. The two of you were alone in the area.
âWhy would she ask that?â
âI donât know? Something about you researching BDSM for me?â
Spencer shuts his eyes in realization, âJJ.â
âJJ? Whatâs she got to do with this?â
âA week ago, on the jet home from San Francisco. I was reading 50 Shades of Grey.â
You take a pause, âYou read 50 Shades? I thought you said it was complete nonsense?â
âMy opinion hasnât changed on that. But I overheard you and Garcia giggling over the movieâs actor⊠I wanted to see what it was all about.â He tries to be nonchalant with what heâs saying. You completely melt into a puddle.
âOh, Spence. That is the cutest and sweetest thing that has ever happened to me.â
Spencer blushes red at the comment. All these years together, and you never fail to make him feel so lovestruck and bashful.
He clears a throat, âThe BDSM in the book is so atrocious. Have you read it? Or are you only interested in the movie?â
âJust the movie,â you say with a grin.
âTheir lack of communication is astounding. Itâs completely far off from the BDSM weâre into.â
Thereâs a gasp behind you. You turn to see Garcia at the entryway of the kitchenette, one mug in hand, the other hand pressed against her chest.
âOh , I knew it. Yaâll nasty.â
âPenelopeââ you start to speak. She cuts you off.
âI didnât believe JJ at first when she said Spencer was reading 50 Shades for research. I mean, really, Spencer Reid and BDSM? Never thought to correlate those two things ever in my life,â Penelope rambles, and then mid-thought, she turns to you, âSo you do have your own Christian Grey! Thatâs so sexyâ I donât think thatâs the right word considering itâs Reidââ this earns a snort from the man watching amused, standing against the counter, âHave you recreated any scenes from the books?â
âPenelope!â you say, aghast.
âI mean, if Spencerâs using 50 Shades to spice up your sexy times thenââ
Spencer begins to laugh. You turn to face him, in disbelief that he can laugh at your mortification.
âTrust me, Penelope,â he says, âwe donât need 50 Shades to spice up our sex lives.â
âSpencer!â You canât believe the words coming out of his mouth right now. Penelope looks as if sheâs hearing the greatest gossip scandal the world has ever produced.
â50 Shades is tame compared to us.â
âWhat?!â a third voice enters the conversation. Emily and JJ enter the kitchenette. Emily looked a bit confused, JJ looks just about ready to shit on you too.
You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide away from Spencerâs laughter. Emily, JJ, and Penelope start to bounce comments and choice words between the three of them. You hear words such as âunbelievableâ, âkinkyâ, and the real kicker, âDr. Reid will see you nowâ. You want to dig yourself into a hole.
Hands grip your hips, squeezing in silent comfort. Without removing your hands from your face, you mumble, âThis is all your fault.â Spencer laughs once more, hands squeezing your hips one more time before he turns to pick up his coffee mug.
He moves to leave the kitchen, turning to you with a smug look on his face before he says, âLaters, baby.â
You refuse to acknowledge the three ladies descending on you like a pack of wolves.
taglist: @i-live-in-spite @khxna
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid imagines#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid fluff#down bad thoughts
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TITLE: How they are when they eat you out
SUMMARY: OT8 blurb version of the title.
MASTERLIST
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: mentions of orgasms, sex positions, again nothing too major.
TAGLIST: @xhakumeix
A/N: here is another spicy blurb/work of mine! Thank you everyone for engaging with my posts, messaging and following! I really appreciate yâall đđ also side note again, Iâll spellcheck this when I get home!
BANG CHAN
Deliberately goes slow. He likes foreplay but also teasing you. Thrives off of feeling your legs shake around his head as he goes down on you. If you canât handle the overbearing intensity of pleasure, heâll snake his arms around your thighs, gripping and holding you there to ensure that you will take everything he gives you.
However, Chan is a firm reinforcer of edging and uses his mouth to achieve that. Heâll have you squirming and trembling every single time he brings you to the edge. Whenever you try and inch closer towards his tongue, heâll pull away, leaving you frustrated and angry. But edging has a high purpose, and thatâs to make you cum ten times harder than you usually would.
âI know how much you want to cum right now,â Chan says. âSo lie back and let me get you there.â
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MINHO
Eats pussy for sport and will make you cum as hard and as fast as possible and as many times as youâll let him. Heâll tease when he wants but for the most part, he wants to watch you writhe and shake. Hearing you scream out his name is a phenomenon that he can never get over. Minho also likes eating you out in positions that will have you screaming and where youâre bound to cum - literally.
He will have your legs bent at your sides, tied up so you canât move, and will eat you out for an hour or two, otherwise until youâre crying from how much pleasure youâre in. In those positions, thereâs nowhere for you to go or move other than the surface of his hot tongue.
âLike cumming on my mouth donât you?â Minho asks. âIâll make you cum again, and again, and again - until you start to forget your name.â
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CHANGBIN
Eats it like he means it. Will make you cum more than once with his mouth and wonât settle for anything less. He will have you in tears from how intense the orgasms are that he gives you. Itâs a real contrast to how tender and nurturing he is when it comes to taking care of you afterwards. Nonetheless, Changbin will eat you out like itâs the last thing heâll do.
He doesnât stop unless you want him to. Sometimes you give him free rein which, in all honesty, is a terrible idea sometimes because Changbin will cease at nothing to make you cum so hard that you start seeing stars. Whatâs even better is because of his strength, itâs near to impossible to squirm away from his mouth, rendering you to cum hard regardless.
âLook how pretty you are when you cum,â Changbin sighâs exasperatedly.
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HYUNJIN
Is very attentive. Studies every reaction that he brings out of you as soon as his mouth is buried in between your legs. Hyunjin also has the tendency to overstimulate the shit out of you. Half of the time he doesnât actually mean to. He just gets off on the change in pitch of your moans, how you sometimes go silent when you cum, or when you grip onto his hair as tight as you can.
His method of making you orgasm multiple times ensures that your legs will be shaking and your moans will fill the space around him. The only unfortunate thing for him when it comes to eating you out is that he canât see your entire body, especially when you cum.
âYouâre shaking baby,â Hyunjin points out. âFeels that good, huh?â
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JISUNG
Is sloppy, but in the best way possible. Heâs unfazed about how wet you are, how much of it gets on his face, if itâs on the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter - whatever. Thatâs applicable to every situation where heâs eating you out, even when Jisung feels lazy. In saying that, there are two sides to him, and he can go either way; heâll either eat you out like heâs been deprived of it for months, or if heâs feeling lazy but still wants to go down on you, heâll eat slowly.
If thatâs the case, he will ask you to just sit on his face. Itâs convenient for him to lie back and eat you out that way. Hell - heâll even let you use his face to make yourself cum however many times you want. Jisung will say it so casually that it sometimes turns you on more. Despite him feeling lazy, that doesnât mean to say that he isnât into it - he is definitely into it.
âIâm horny as fuck,â Jisung says before smiling. âSit on my face?â
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FELIX
Going down on you is already a task thatâs intimate enough as it is, but Felixâs entire aura seems to enhance that even further, to the point where you feel so good that itâs emotional. Almost every time - guaranteed - Felix will interlock his fingers with yours when his head is buried between your legs. Heâll kiss your inner thighs, softly on your clit, delicately sucking and licking to slowly build you up to a peak.
He analyses what you like so well that every time he goes down on you, he makes sure to follow that routine to achieve the same results if not better. Itâs almost like one of his games to him, except the rewards are better in every aspect. Lix just wants to make sure you feel good.
âCan never get enough of you,â Felix says. âWanna make you cum as much as youâll let me.â
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SEUNGMIN
Is a tease. Even during foreplay heâll edge you with his mouth. Heâll never give you exactly what you want when you want it. If heâs going down on you, and youâre ready to cum, Seungmin will stop right before you start tipping over the edge just so he can fuck you in order to make you cum on his cock instead. Then again, if he feels generous, itâll be his mouth that makes you cum, especially as a form of reward if you can go a day or two without being an absolute brat.
But thatâs the side of Seungmin who likes to be dominant. Thereâs the other face of the coin where he can be very tender. In those instances when he is going down on you, expect to see a lot more affection from him. He wonât just focus solely on your clit, heâll go slow, check in on you, and make you cum more than once because heâs also a gentleman.
âIâm the only one who can make you feel this good,â says Seungmin. âNobody else can make you cum the way I do.â
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JEONGIN
Knows exactly what heâs doing when it comes to eating you out. Jeongin chooses to go slow whenever he does because of how attentive he is. He wants to make sure that each second his face is buried in between your legs that your body feels good. Every now and then itâs a bit frustrating because all you want to do is just cum as quickly as you can, so as you squirm or grip his hair to try and make him go faster, thatâs when heâll decide to intentionally tease you and go slow.
He likes to hold around your thighs, gently squeezing them to hold you firm around his head. The struggles you have when it comes to putting up with his tongue is next level. He has the technique to make you cum in under a minute minimum. Heâs unassuming but heâs just that good at it.
âCan feel your legs shaking,â Jeongin says. âI want to feel them shake even more.â
#stray kids smut#skz smut#lee know smut#rosiewritesskz#hyunjin smut#han jisung smut#i.n x reader#i.n smut#bang chan smut#felix smut#seungmin smut#changbin smut#hyunjin x reader#bang chan x reader#felix x reader#lee know x reader#seungmin x reader#han jisung x reader
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WEEK ONE: RYOMEN SUKUNA â [public blowjob]
tags: blowjobs, public setting, spit, choking, slight praise, degradation, hair pulling, lowercase is on purpose.
synopsis: sukuna decides heâs had enough of waiting and chooses to take whatâs his, even if that meant he did it in the back of the cinema.
a/n: kicking off kinktober with a good start!! Letâs hope I make it through the rest of the weeks :] I HAVENT PROOF READ YET IM SO TIRED. Promise Iâll do it soon..
sukuna breathed steadily through his nose, his eyes shutting tightly as he sunk further down onto your cock, the glow of the cinema screen providing a dim light and helping him see what he was doing. it wasnât busy, only a few people littering the chairs in the front and middle rows, and half probably werenât even paying attention to the movie â whatever it was you had definitely forgotten by now, especially with the way sukuna was gagging around you, tongue sticking out to lick the base as he took your cock down his throat to the best of his ability.
âholy shit, kuna..youâre doing so good..â you groan softly, trying to keep your voice down because you were not about to get caught by a random old person who was genuinely enjoying this stupid hero movie.
was it even a hero movie?
at this point you were beginning to think there wasnât an actual plot to whatever was being shown on the screen, and maybe, having a blow job in the back of the cinema would make this whole trip worth it â and could possibly salvage the last piece of excitement you and sukuna had.
your cock was thick, and heavy, sliding across sukunaâs tongue and trying to fit down his throat, stretching him around your cock until he was sputtering and jerking backwards, trying not to cough his lungs out and draw attention to the two of you. he sighed through his nose, eyebrows furrowed in determination as he trying to swallow all the saliva he could before your hand was pushing him back down, a loud wet gagging sound meeting your ears that was thankfully drowned out by the movies loud and dramatic sound effects, but you were grateful to hear it â sukunaâs struggle was always a pleasure, especially when he was usually so cocky.
âItâs like youâre made for this now..I trained you wellâ you mumble, hips jerking upwards just to make sukuna gag around you a little more, enjoying the way his body contorts before he pulls back just a little. you can remember when you and sukuna first attempted this, he wasnât getting half of your cock in his mouth like he was now, his throat contracted way too much, and you can remember vividly the loud burping sound that came from him â almost puking all over you, and thatâs when you decided to call it quits. sukuna had a bad habit of trying to do things all in one go, especially things he wasnât good at, and that ended up with him either failing or trying and trying until he got it right. youâve told him that itâs ok to get things wrong, but his response is always the same âi never get shit wrong, I can do itâ.
but, his efforts to suck your cock did pay off, because now he was able to take you to the hilt, of course he gagged a lot, and his reflex was something that would take more time to work on, but the fact he can fit all of your cock in his mouth and down his throat was an achievement in itself â and you always made sure to praise him for it.
âgood slut..youâre doing so well fâme..â you mutter, a soft gasp leaving you when sukunaâs hand comes up to play with your balls, tongue lapping at the base of your cock as the rest fits perfectly down his throat â heâs drooling so much now, and when he comes up for some breath, a large glob of saliva dribbles down your cock, soaking at the cushony seats you sat on; the cleaner was going to have a field day after this.
you sigh softly, petting sukunaâs head as your cock twitches when the cool air hits it, youâre close, so close you could almost cum just from looking at how wrecked sukuna was, but you had more self control than that, and you werenât about to blow your load unless your cock was so far down sukunaâs throat he could almost feel you in his belly. âgâna make me cum baby?â you question, head cocking to the side as a playful smirk stretches onto your lips â the movie plays in the background, but itâs drowned out to the both of you when the slick sounds of sukuna jerking you off fill both your ears.
âwanna cum on my face or-â
âin your mouthâ youâre quick to shut sukuna off, not wanting waste anymore time as the minutes of the movie weâre depleating, and and youâd rather have your pants on when the credits roll and the lights slowly turn back on. you can hear sukuna make a snide remark, commenting something about your desperation, but he takes your cock back into his mouth anyways. this time, itâs clear heâs determined, the way his cheeks hollow when he sucks back up is a distinct indicator of that, and your hips accidentally buck up into his mouth every time he does so.
âsuch a good whore fâme..gonna make me cum babyâ you groan, mouth hanging open as you tug at sukunaâs hair, feeling the soft strands wrap around your fingers before youâre shoving his head back down, liking the way his body contorts and stiffens at the sudden action. âtake it like a good boy yeah? use that mouth for whatâs itâs made to doâ your words are now turning sukunaâs ears red, and you take pride in embarrassing someone as egotistical and cold as him â itâs an achievement.
you use sukunaâs head as a fleshlight, pushing his head up and down your cock, enjoying the way his spit cascades down your shaft, making everything even more wet and messy. you can feel yourself getting closer, and your cock was throbbing, begging for release as you push sukunaâs head all the way down. âcum- fuck iâm cumming baby..â you groan, hips pushing up to make sure your cock was all the way down sukunaâs throat as you came, not wanting to waste a single drop of it.
it was an earth shattering orgasm, one of the best ones youâve had in a while, and youâre not sure if itâs to do with the fact that sukunaâs finally gotten better or blow jobs, or if itâs to do with the fact youâre in public and you could have been caught at any moment â itâs probably the latter. but even so, you donât care, not when sukunaâs cleaning off your cock, swallowing your cum with a grimace.
âtastes fuckinâ nasty, the fuck do you eat?â sukuna grumbles, he had half the mind to spit it out, but a part of him didnât mind swallowing your cum down, it wasnât as unpleasant as he made it out to be, this was just him trying to scrape at the last bit of dignity he had.
âmost of the time itâs pizza or your assâ you reply, sarcasm lacing your tone as you pull your jeans back up â great, just in time for the credits of the movie, at least your timing was right. sukuna didnât find any humour in your witty response and slapped your shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you.
âthen no more pizzaâ he says, standing up to leave as everyone else did too.
âwhat about your ass?â you inquired, standing up with him as you raised an eyebrow.
âyou know you canât live without that.â
#xan writes !#kinktober:kunaz24#x male reader#male reader#male y/n#top male reader#x top male reader#ryomen sukuna x male reader#ryomen sukuna#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jjk sukuna#sukuna#sukuna ryomen smut
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scared to want you
for @steddie-week prompt 'exes to lovers'
rated m | 1021 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: post breakup, getting back together, idiots in love, platonic stobin
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âAre you gonna stop staring at him anytime soon?â Robinâs voice asked loudly in his ear.
âProbably not,â Steve admitted. âHeâs wearing my sweater.â
He saw Robinâs head whip around to look back at Eddie. âHoly shit.â
âYeah.â
Itâs surprising to see Eddie here at all, let alone in Steveâs sweater. Eddie had moved back in with Wayne three months ago after an argument with Steve that led whatever they were to destruction.
Steve wanted more, Eddie had been afraid. Steve said he loved him, Eddie said he needed to leave.
Steve spent the last three months hurting. Eddie was wearing his sweater in public.
Everything was a little confusing right now.
âWe should go, Steve.â Robin sounded angry now, and Steve loved her for it. Sheâd been the one to show up at his door a few hours after Eddie was gone and held him while he cried. Sheâd been there for weeks while he avoided everyoneâs questions, went through the motions of being an adult while barely getting by. She had blocked Eddie on all of his social media and her own out of spite. âIt doesnât do you any good to sit here and pine after someone who hurt you.â
She was right, of course, but he couldnât leave.
Eddie was wearing his sweater.
Eddie looked good in his sweater.
âSteve.â
Steve turned to Robin, who was smiling sadly back at him.
âI donât think I can go without talking to him.â
Robin nodded once, always so understanding of Steve, supportive even when he didnât always deserve it. She was the best, and he was about to piss her off.
âIâll text you when I leave,â he said as he gave her a quick hug. She wouldnât want to stick around to see what happens with this. âIâll be fine.â
He wouldnât, and she knew that, but she squeezed his hand in hers and left anyway.
Eddie hadnât noticed him yet, or at least wasnât acting like he had. He was standing at the bar talking to the bartender and a woman who walked in only a few minutes ago. Whatever he was talking about seemed serious, none of them smiling.
Steve walked up to the bar slowly, but with the sole purpose of talking to Eddie.
The bartender turned to him and smiled. âHey, hon. You need another Sunrise, Sunset?â
Steve shook his head, but smiled at her. âNo thanks, Kim. Just here to say hi to someone.â
When he turned towards Eddie, he was already looking back at him, biting his lip nervously.
âHey, Eds.â
âHey, Stevie.â
âBeen a bit,â Steve swallowed. He didnât actually know what he was trying to accomplish here. All he knew was there had to be a reason he was wearing Steveâs sweater. It wasnât exactly his usual style. âDoing alright?â
The other woman seemed to catch onto what was going on, turning away and talking to the bartender instead.
âUm, yeah I guess.â Eddie was lying. Steve could always tell when he was lying. âYou?â
âBeen better,â Steve replied. âA little surprised to see you here. In that.â
Eddie looked down at what he was wearing and then up at Steve, cheeks red with embarrassment. âLaundry day.â
âSure.â Steve sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. He just had to say something. Maybe closure would be good. âCan we talk somewhere else?â
Eddie nodded and started to walk to the back of the bar where the office and bathrooms were. Steve followed, assuming theyâd go into the bathroom and hope no one came in. When Eddie led him into the office, Steve frowned.
âI donât think we have permission to be in here.â
âI work here part time. Kim lets me take my breaks in here,â Eddie explained, closing the door behind them. âI didnât know you liked this bar.â
âWeâve only been a few times,â Steve explained.
âOh, youâve um. You and your date?â Eddie was leaning against the desk, eyes cast down to his feet.
âNo. Me and Robin.â
Eddie let out a shaky breath. âRight, good, yeah.â
âEddie, look at me.â Steve stepped closer, could almost feel the heat coming off of Eddieâs body. Eddie looked up at him, eyes watery and bottom lip bitten red. âWhy are you wearing my sweater?â
âI needed you.â Eddieâs broken voice was all Steve needed to close what little distance remained between them, pulling Eddie against him and holding him as tightly as he possibly could.
âI didnât think you needed me anymore,â Steve said against his neck, trying not to get his hopes up despite Eddieâs tears now soaking his shirt. âYou didnât want me anymore.â
Eddieâs hands tightened in Steveâs shirt and Steve felt him shake his head. âI wanted you too much. I was scared how much I wanted you.â
âAre you still scared now?â
âOnly that I donât have you.â
Steveâs lips found Eddieâs, hopeful and desperate.
Eddie took control within seconds, turning them around so Steve was sitting on the corner of the desk, legs spread so Eddie could fit between them. Where he belonged.
As Eddieâs hands pushed Steveâs shirt up and Steveâs legs pulled him in impossibly closer, the thought that they were still in a public place occurred to Steve.
He ignored it as Eddieâs thumb brushed against his nipple and his teeth bit his bottom lip.
âWant you now,â Eddie groaned against Steveâs neck. âWant you forever.â
âLock the door.â Steve ordered.
Eddie locked the door.
****
When they left the office, hair disheveled and suspicious stains on their shirts, they were met with a knowing look from Kim.
Eddie rolled his eyes and pushed Steve out the door by the small of his back.
âStill living with Wayne?â Steve asked.
âYeah. Could we go to yours?â Eddie asked hesitantly.
âOnly if it can be ours.â
Eddie stopped him on the sidewalk, eyes blinking furiously. âYou would want that? After I left?â
Steve smiled. âAre you gonna leave again or are you gonna let me love you?â
âYou can still love me?â
âI couldnât not love you.â
âThen letâs go to ours.â
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddieweek24#steddie week#exes to lovers#getting back together#idiots in love
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donât you think, pet? âĄ
wc 827
yandere(ish)! capitano x afab bratty! reader
subtle yandere themes. hints at friends with benefits. jealous! capitano. aggressive! capitano. slightly bratty reader. hair tugging. âpetâ used a couple times. unprotected sex (pls be safe!). afab autonomy. kinich mentioned. its only short so there isn't much to tag lol.
"what did i tell you about wandering around with all those other boys? hmm?" capitano mumbles, his breath tickling up against the sensitive skin behind your ear, hands trailing down to hold you in place; even his subtle grip being strong enough to do so.
"i've told you already," you sigh, rolling your eyes slightly, growing slightly tired of his possessive and jealous behaviour. "i was just hanging out with kinich, i don't see him like that."
"and i've told you already," capitano trails off, mimicking your previous choice of words, "i don't care how you see him, because i see how he looks at you," he continues, grip getting tighter as his voice progressively turns into a low-toned growl.
he was thankful for the current predicament you were both in; the dining table in front of you made it so easy for him to push you and bend you over, whilst his tall figure was shadowing behind you, making sure there was no room for you to try worm your way out.
and so here you are, chest and face pressed against the cold, wooden surface. capitano gutting as he starts to fumble with your belt and the buttons on your trousers; his slender fingers making work of them.
"i don't like you 'hanging out' with him," he proclaims possessively, "and i also don't like you wearing these trousers, they make my access to you so much harder," capitano adds, huffing as he finally managed to yank them down along with your freshly damp panties.
"you can't control everything i do, you know?" you answer back, voice oozing with disobedience, before gasping slightly at the feeling of the cold air on your slick folds. "you're not my boyfriend."
that comment made him suck his breath in sharply, growing more annoyed by the second. no, he wasn't your boyfriend (yet) but that doesn't mean you weren't his, and that doesn't mean he wasn't going to put you in your place every time you acted out.
"i don't care," he grits through his teeth. "i'm the one that's going to teach you some manners since you obviously don't know how to follow orders, pet."
you'd be lying if you said seeing him like this didn't turn you on; because it did. good god, it did. you knew exactly how to get on his nerve, and you fucking loved the reaction you got from it. capitano was well aware you did these things on purpose as well, yet somehow fell for it every time and couldn't help but let his jealousy get the best of him.
without even giving you time to think, his fingers were trailing against the most inner parts of your thighs, teasing the sensitive skin around there, causing you to tremble subtly. "shit.." you breathe out.
"your lack of patience is aberrant," capitano scolds, slapping the inside of your thigh with some force. "and to think i thought you had manners; you'll get whatever i want to give you, when i want to give it."
you could hear the echoes of clunking and fidgeting once more, and that was when your wetness was met with the tip of his cock, him teasingly brushing it against you; a mewl being forced from your lips. "patience.." he whispers, leaning forward so his mouth was hovering just behind your ear once more.
the thickness of his tip parts your folds, covering himself in your wetness. you sigh in exasperation, pushing yourself back against him. capitano gripped your waist bruisingly tight in one quick motion, halting your actions almost immediately. "have you gone deaf?" he growls, fingernails digging into your skin.
"you'll get whatever i want to give you," he starts up, a low grunt leaving his lips, "when i want to give it to you."
"or i can leave.." you trail off, mischief riddled in your tone before a playful smirk appears on your face; even though he couldn't see it due to your face being pressed against the table, it was apparent from how you spoke. "maybe.. maybe kinich wants to give me what i-"
you weren't even able to finish your sentence, capitano pushed himself up against your entrance and pushed himself in, causing you to moan. a noise he much preferred over you threatening him with running off to another man for pleasure.
"did you really think i'd ever let you finish that fucking sentence?"
his thrusts were harsh, almost violent in a way as he claimed what he believed. no, what he knew, was his. "don't you ever let me hear anything like that nonsense leaving your mouth, ever again? you hear me?" he questions, hand moving to your hair, tugging on it tightly.
"about time i fucked some manners into you.." capitano grunts against your ear, nipping at it slightly with the sharpness of his teeth, enjoying the choked-out moans escaping your gaped lips. "don't you think, pet?"
"because you're mine. only mine."
#genshin#genshin smut#genshin x reader#capitano#capitano genshin#capitano smut#capitano x reader#genshin fluff#genshin imagine#capitano fluff#capitano imagine#genshin angst#capitano angst#genshin impact#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact fluff#ganshin impact angst
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She looks like fun
dom!reader x sub!Abby
Summary: During the patrol you find a pretty pleated skirt. In Abby's size.
Tags: okay, here we go fingering, oral, strap usage, strap sucking, Abby wears a skirt and a collar for sexy purposes, scene negotiation, safewords (traffic lights), aftercare, Abby and R are switches.
wc: 6.5k (it's a huge bitch, but 1.5k is a sfw part in the beginning)
a/n: listen I love when girls wear short pleated skirts, and Abby is not an exception.
MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sportÂ
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Itâs rare to find something worthy when youâre out on the patrol, and you try to contain your disappointment every time - mostly because you hate losing and you and Abby have a rivalry going on who can bring more cool shit for the other. Itâs romantic and sappy and also it drives you both crazy since youâre competitive. (people said hate sex was hot - have you tried sex after your super competitive partner loses to you? The best thing ever). So usually you wonât be happy at the end of your patrol.
But today you manage to get into a store that hasnât been raided yet, so you start taking everything you see - people need clothes all the time, and itâs valuable. You put a mark on your map so others can go there later to take the rest and you go to womenâs section, not feeling optimistic: the fabric is worse, the sizes are fucked, and even if you find something nice it tends to not last long.
But then you see it.Â
On the rack next to jeans thereâs a rack with skirts - and why the fuck youâd stop to look at them? - but the skirts are pleated skirts. Short pleated skirts that cover ass just enough to be socially acceptable.Â
You canât stop looking at them - youâve seen before how nice they flow and how absolutely delicious girls look in them.Â
But itâs so not Abbyâs style.Â
But sheâll look so good in one of these skirts.
She will probably tell you to go fuck yourself if you show it to her.Â
You pack it in your backpack anyway.Â
âFound something?â Abby asks as she comes inside the shop. âOh wow. This is nice.â
âChoose whatever you want, my treat.â You say with a cocky smirk and Abby rolls her eyes.
âIt doesnât count.âÂ
âYouâre being unfair.â You whine as Abby makes her way to you.Â
âNo, Iâm not.â Abby murmurs. âThis store is a public service, where is your personal touch?â
âYouâll talk shit just to keep your score, huh?â You smirk and Abby gives you a peck on your lips before diving into the racks to find something for herself.
The skirt gets a buddy in the form of a tight cropped white t-shirt and you donât tell Abby about it.Â
The week passes and you still donât talk about that damn skirt even though you canât stop thinking about Abby wearing it: how it would hug her round butt and how her thick thighs would be so shamelessly out for you. You think about how cute sheâd look walking around your shared space, the skirt bouncing and almost showing you everything. You think about the possibility of Abby not wearing any underwear under it, and how hot it would be to lift the skirt up and touch her and make her moan. You think about Abby all sprawled out with your head under that skirt, making a mess out of it.Â
Abby is not an idiot, so she notices the change in your mood for the last few days. She knows something is on your mind, so she catches you off guard, with her fingers buried deep inside you.Â
âCome on baby, tell me whatâs been bothering you.â Abby murmurs into your ear while her fingers relentlessly hit the spot that makes you see stars.
âShit- what?â You ask, totally lost in your pleasure.Â
âYouâre keeping something from me. So share.â Abby kisses your neck and you try really hard not to cum, but your thighs start to shake.
âFuck- the fucking skirt-â
And you see Abby in that skirt, all cute and shy, and you spasm around real Abbyâs fingers, cumming with a groan. Abby is too distracted with watching you go through your orgasm, still fucking you, and you both forget about the topic.Â
Until youâre calmed down and Abby is satisfied with how fucked out you are. Then she remembers.
âSkirt?â
Shit, you think. Now youâll have to explain it to Abby who definitely will tell you to fuck off.Â
âI took a skirt from that store we found. Itâs a pleated skirt, a cute one.â
âSo? You want to wear it?âÂ
âI want you to wear it.â
Abby is silent, and you expect it, so you already drop the subject in your head, letting it go. But Abby is not letting it go.
âYou want me to wear a skirt?â
âIf you want to, obviously. I think you'll be so hot in it. But I know itâs not your style.â
âItâs really not.â Abby chuckles. âSo thatâs why youâve been so spacey lately? Thinking about me in a skirt?â
âYeah. Canât stop thinking about your pretty butt in it.â You kiss Abbyâs neck and flip her on her back. âYouâd look so cute.â You kiss Abbyâs abs as you make your way down. âIâd run my hands under your pretty little skirt and youâll just take it like a good girl, yeah?â
This shift is always beautiful: she just fucked your brains out, but a couple of words and your head between her legs makes Abby go pliant and soft, her big blue eyes giving you a Bambi.Â
âHoly fuck.â Abby sighs and you smile into her pussy. âIâll wear it for you.â
The hungry monster inside you roars and claws at your chest.Â
Abby walks funny the next day.
You donât actually expect Abby to wear it - after all, what is said under horny subby fog canât be held accountable. Abby is really not a girly girl - fuck, itâd be easier to make you wear a skirt (after getting shot and stabbed repeatedly, mind you), and you understand that Abby might not be comfortable with this idea.Â
But you leave the skirt and the t-shirt on the bed one day to give her the choice. When you come back, it's gone.Â
Next time the skirt topic comes up when you're taking a bath together - a rare luxury, so you enjoy every second of feeling Abby's warm skin against yours.
"Do you still want me to wear a skirt?" If you were relaxed a second ago, now you're suddenly alert.Â
"Only if you want it too." You kiss her shoulder.Â
"And if I wear it..?" Abby gives you space to finish the phrase for her.Â
"I'll fuck you on every surface in this apartment." Abby laughs, but you know what she wants to know. "Yeah, I want it to be a scene." You take a second. "Do you want me to plan it?"
"Yeah."
You freeze for a second, not really believing your luck - Abby doesn't ask for a scene plan unless she wants to do it, and right now it means she will wear a skirt for you.Â
"Fuck baby, you're going to wear it for me?" You ask excitedly, squeezing her in your arms. "With a t-shirt too?"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it get into your head."Â
"We have a few free days next week, right? Is it okay?"
"Yes, you horndog." Abby laughs and you bite her gently.Â
So you spend the next days planning what you would do with Abby, writing a short list of kinks so she could veto whatever she doesn't want to happen or add something she wants to happen (the ropes last time? Her idea). She still won't know in which order everything will happen or where exactly, or even when in some cases, to save the magic of the moment, but in order to feel safe with each other, you write your lists every time, unless you both get spontaneously in the mood and have to negotiate on the fly.Â
You pass your list to Abby and as she reads it, her face warms up in a pretty red colour, just like apples in the garden.Â
"Okay." Abby smiles at you. "This sounds good. But I pulled my shoulder today, so I won't be able to get on my hands and knees."
"Fuck, I'll give a massage later." You say, worried. "Okay, that's fine, no doggy."Â
"We can do that one, when you push the pillow under me?"
You swallow in horny, the pictures flying through your head, as you scribble it down on your list.Â
"Fuck yes. Are you going to be fine like this? You still put your arms up."Â
"It's not that bad." Abby shrugs. "I want to add something."Â
You nod eagerly, always ready to give Abby whatever she wants. Abby walks away to go through her backpack and comes back to you, giving you a piece of small leather belt. It's too small for any human, and just as your brain starts to catch up, Abby drops the bomb on you.
"Collar me."
You blink a few times, not believing your ears.
"I'll fucking destroy you, Abs." You say, your voice low and dark.Â
You had this talk before, and Abby was honestly weirded out by the ritual of collaring, so you decided not to add it, especially since you weren't in a 24/7 dynamic and not in fixed roles either. And you know Abby doesn't mean putting this collar as the collar, but it is still so hot. The whole thing is not done by the book or by rules, but you really don't care: whatever Abby wants, Abby gets.Â
"I will want to tug on it." You tell her, honestly, and Abby thinks for a second. Â
"Yeah, okay. Traffic lights, then."Â
You nod and add "collaring" in your messy handwriting.Â
You know Abby will wear this skirt, it's not a surprise, but you're still not prepared when you walk into the kitchen.Â
Abby is standing there, and you trail her bare legs up until you see the edge of the skirt and holy fuck. Holy fuck she looks good in it, her trained perky ass making the folds of the skirt to look especially delicious. You lick your lips as your fingers twitch, because you want to lift it already and get a look at her pretty little pussy.Â
And your eyes go up and you see this tight t-shirt that shows all the muscles in Abby's back and shoulders and you want to bite her and mark her.Â
"Wow, princess." You sigh and make your way to her, squeezing her waist. Abby jumps, surprised, but relaxes against you. "You look so fucking pretty."Â
"Thank you."
"Give me a twirl, will you?" You step away to give her space.
Abby is clearly embarrassed, but she does the cutest twirl in the world and yes, you can see her ass. And she is not wearing underwear, just as you told her.Â
"Beautiful." You murmur and run your hand up her thigh, lifting the skirt just a little. "You wanna watch something? I brought this from the library."
You show her the dvd and Abby is still tethered to reality, so she reads the summary carefully.Â
"Sounds okay. Not like the last time."Â
"Fuck you, baby." You pinch her side in revenge. "Let's go."
It seems so normal. It seems like any other day off, you and Abby sitting on the couch, but even as you pretend to watch the movie, you see how twitchy Abby is getting.Â
She plays with the ham of her skirt and it's so fucking cute - but then she smooths the fabric and you feel like you're going to explode: Abby enjoys wearing it. Abby likes it in a way that a girl who was forced to grow up in a horrible fucking world would enjoy doing normal girly things.Â
Maybe Abby is not not so girly after all.Â
Your heart feels tender right now and you can't help but to put your hand on her thigh, drawing little circles on her sensitive skin.Â
"Do you like it?"
"A little predictable, but still better." Abby shrugs and squeaks when you squeeze her thigh. "Yeah." She is shy now. "I feel pretty."Â
"You are pretty, princess." You whisper in her ear, making her shudder.
But you don't do anything else. You keep watching the movie, caressing Abby's thigh and pretend not to notice the change in her breathing. Then Abby starts shifting a little and you look down to see her nipples perked up. The fabric is rubbing against her sensitive skin and you just wait, because in a minute you feel how Abby tries to press her thighs together, thinking she is sneaky.Â
You chuckle and move your hand under the skirt, slowly parting her folds. Abby tries to keep her whimper to herself, but you feel how wet she is.Â
"What's got you so worked up, pretty girl?" You ask innocently while you brush your thumb over Abby's clit.Â
"Nothing." Abby breathes out and you chuckle.Â
"Really?" You wonder and pick up the speed, flicking Abby's clit until she presses her thighs together.
It's such a pretty sight: your hand under Abby's skirt, squeezed by her warm thighs, her knees pressed together. Abby is biting her lip and you watch her while your fingers tease her relentlessly. She looks desperate and helpless, and you live for it.
"Were you thinking exactly about this? How good I will make you feel under your pretty skirt?" You gently bite Abby's neck and she joists. "But we are watching a movie, princess, and I'm really interested in it. So you will give a narration while I play with your pretty pussy." You can't give less fucks about this movie, but making life harder for Abby is your favourite game.
"Yes, ma'am." Abby is not fully in the subspace yet, so she feels a little shy, but she crumbles completely when your eyes meet.Â
You slide down to the floor and make Abby put her feet by her sides for better access. The skirt falls between her legs and covers her cunt, and you lean back to look at her. Abby is blushing and frowning in desperation, her nipples are perking through the t-shirt and her plushy thighs are open so shamelessly for you.Â
"You stop talking, I stop touching you." You warn Abby and she nods. "Now lift your shirt up."Â
Abby does as she told and now this is a sight, her small tits squeezed by the t-shirt, her abs flexing as she breathes deeply. Abby already looks ruined and you haven't done anything yet.
"What is happening there?" You ask routinely and lift Abby's skirt up, revealing her soaked little cunt. You spread her lips open and circle her clit with your thumb.Â
"She is- she is at work again." Abby sighs and you hum, encouraging her. "She is talking to the cigarette selling woman." It sounds like Abby is relieved when she finishes her line and you laugh to yourself: your poor baby is trying to be good for you.
You leave her clit alone and push two fingers in slowly, watching her body react to you as beautiful as always. Abby freezes and instead of watching the movie, watches your fingers disappear in her.
"I'll take them out." You threaten and Abby snaps back into watching.Â
"There's this creepy guy," Abby swallows hard when you start slowly pumping your fingers in and out. "And she has an idea- fuck." You just curled your fingers and Abby stops watching again, but quickly opens her eyes.
"What's the idea?"Â
"She wants the sell- ah, fuck - selling lady and the- the-" You pick up the speed of your fingers and Abby clutches to your shoulders. You reach with your free hand and pinch her nipple, and Abby twitches in response, her pussy clenches on you. "Fuck, it feels so good, ma'am."
"And I'm yet to hear about her idea." You say with a hint of a threat, but your thrusts only get rougher.Â
"She is playing matchmaker, ohmygod!" Abby whimpers and in reward you lick the long strip from your fingers buried in her pussy to her neglected clit. You suck on it and Abby lets out a shriek as her knees are closing up above your head. "Fuck, oh god- I can't-"Â
You keep sucking on her clit until she is shaking and moaning, but then you move away and take out your fingers.Â
"Is she still playing matchmaker?" You ask sternly. Abby blinks and checks the screen.Â
"No."
"That's what I fucking thought." You knead Abby's thighs a little painfully and keep her legs open for you. "Keep talking, princess."
Abby nods feverishly and swallows. Such a pretty fucking sight, you think as you look up to her: Abby's mouth is open and she really tries so hard to watch this stupid movie, but you push your fingers inside again and all her efforts go to waste as she twitches and blinks very fast in a attempt to not close her eyes.
"She is telling the selling lady that the creepy g- fuck-" Abby sobs when you put your mouth back on her. You play with her clit and suck on it again, making Abby buck her hips into your face. "The- the creepy guy is in- ma'am! - is in love with her!"Â
You push Abby's legs together and up, almost folding her in half and push your tongue alongside your fingers, getting drunk on her taste. Abby is a smart girl, so she holds herself under her knees to help you and moans when she feels your tongue and your fingers inside. Abby always tastes and feels like heaven, and you never want to leave her pussy alone.Â
"Ma'am I'm gonna cum." Abby whimpers and you get rough, every push of your fingers is moving Abby's whole body with the sheer force of it, because Abby is not behaving.
"Is her idea working?" You suck on her clit again and Abby whines and sobs while forcing herself to look at the screen.
"Y-yes!" Abby shouts and cums on your fingers, sucking them in on every spasm. You pick up the pace and Abby tries to fight you off, but you slap her hand away and fuck her through her orgasm until her thighs are shaking uncontrollably. Abby is whimpering on every exhale, her abs are twitching, and you smile wolfishly.
"You did so good, princess." You let Abby's legs go gently and fix her skirt, smoothing the fabric. Abby looks at you with pleading eyes and your heart swells, so you straighten up and kiss her slowly and delicately. Abby relaxes and caresses your neck, chasing your mouth, and you canât help yourself as you pinch her nipples playfully.Â
âYou want your collar?â You ask softly and Abby nods eagerly. âShow me how good your throat is first.â
Bratty Abby is fun, and you like the back and forth of it, but good girl Abby makes you feral: you just told her what you want and she is already opening her mouth for you, sticking her tongue out.
âGood fucking girl.â You growl and push your fingers down her throat.Â
You fuck Abbyâs throat until she is gurgling and her eyes roll back into her skull: you know she likes it, likes to relax her throat and let you use her as you wish. Abby is not even gagging now, so used to it, but you can feel how her throat clenches on you sometimes. Abby looks so cute like this, her tits out, her eyes closed and her thighs pressed together under the skirt as it spreads so prettily around her hips.Â
âBeautiful.â You murmur and clean up her spit from her chin. Abby smiles at you, clearly pleased from praise, and you kiss her again as a reward. Abby likes kisses, especially if she is needy, as if it keeps her tethered to you. "Show me your neck, princess."
Abby straightens up and proudly shows you her neck - she is so cute you can't help your giggle. You take out the small belt and Abby looks at you with wide eyes as if youâre her god.Â
"Mine." You tell her when you tighten the collar around her neck. "You're mine."Â
"Yours, ma'am." Abby answers in a small voice and you see how any rational thought leaves Abbyâs head as her eyes get cloudy. "Can I touch it, ma'am?"
"Go ahead." You nod and watch her strong fingers that leave bruises on your thighs brush over the leather with such care. "We're not done, princess."Â
Abby nods and you tug on her collar until she stands up on her shaking legs and follows you to the bedroom. There's enough space for your fingers to fit in under the collar, but you're still careful with it: it's a new thing and you don't want to hurt Abby in a way she doesn't want to be hurt.Â
You lead Abby to the bed, but instead of getting her to lie down, you sit on the bed and tug on her collar to get her down on her knees. Abby slowly sits on her thighs and fixes the skirt again, and you just can't. She is so fucking cute in it, and you can see the curve of her hips in the mirror, her waist looks tiny and the dips along her spine are so fucking hot.Â
You caress Abby's cheekbone with your thumb, adoring her, and she blooms. Abby likes subbing because she's loved so fully at her weakest and most vulnerable like she's never been before - she's literally on her knees, with a collar around her neck and in a skirt and you look at her like she is divine.
"Is your throat good enough for my cock too, princess?"Â You ask with a teasing smirk, palming your strap through the fabric of your pants.Â
"Yes ma'am. I'll be so good for you." Abby pleads and grabs at your thighs before she remembers herself.Â
"Too eager for your own good, huh?" You weave your fingers through her hair at the back, right under the braid, holding her head up. "Come on, get to work."
Abby tugs your pants down and you can see in the mirror how she presses her thighs together when she sees your strap, and that won't do.Â
"Spread your legs and arch your back, I wanna see how wet you're gonna get."Â
Abby does exactly as she is told, even lifting herself up a little so she could reach your lap, and you see her skirt covering everything. It's a downside, but Abby is smart, so she pushes the skirt to the front just enough for it to go up and your grip in her hair tightens from how sexy she looks. The edge of the skirt is now reaching to the middle of her ass and you see her wet pussy glisten; the contrast of her waist to hips ratio makes her ass look even better, and you feel like you're gonna cum just from watching Abby getting wet.Â
"Fucking beautiful." You growl and Abby even shakes her ass a little to make it jiggle. "Focus, princess." You tell her sternly, and Abby arches into you even more.Â
You tug Abby's head back and she opens her mouth automatically, so you push your cock inside just a little - Abby wraps her lips around the head and you let go of her hair, letting her run the show and have fun. Abby leaves wet open mouthed kisses along the length of your strap and you hum in approval, petting her head. She is blushing and her freckles look so pretty on her pink cheeks, her eyelashes flatter when she closes her eyes and licks the whole length of your strap. The movements cause the harness to move against your clit and your breathing gets heavier - you didn't expect it to happen, you must've put the harness in a different way - and Abby notices how tense are your thighs under her hands. She makes eye contact with you to check in, and you smile at her.Â
"You're doing so good princess, you might make me cum if you keep it up."
Abby whimpers when she hears it - it's very rare for you to even allow her to touch you when you dom her, let alone make you cum, but Abby wants to. She always wants to please you in any way she's allowed to.Â
"Please let me make you cum, ma'am." Abby begs, looking at you with her big doe eyes.Â
"You can try, princess." You chuckle, not very sure that she can, but Abby seems determined.Â
Abby lifts up a little again and lowers her head on your cock, taking as much as she can while she still can breathe, and when she comes back up, the harness grinds against your clit, making you hiss. Abby wiggles in excitement and starts to bob her head up and down, getting dizzy from hearing your panting and hissing above her.
"Just like that, babygirl." You pant and put your hand on Abby's head, slightly pushing the strap deeper. "You can take it, right?" You coo and Abby moans in agreement. "Good girl. Relax for me."
You hold Abby's head by her braid and push your strap deeper and deeper while Abby's eyes roll back into her skull. There is something so comforting about having her throat stuffed Abby can't help herself but to go absolutely slack while you fuck her throat, grunting and panting as your own pleasure builds up.Â
"Ride your fingers, princess, I know you want to."Â
Fucking hell, you think as you watch Abby pump her fingers in and out in the mirror, her thighs and ass look so delicious with the skirt on. Abby moans and whimpers as you fuck her throat and she fucks herself, and you know you're not going to last long.Â
Your grip tightens in her hair and Abby whimpers, and you can see in the mirror how rough she is being with herself, desperate to cum.Â
"Fuck-" You whimper and buck your hips up to get more friction and the same time as Abby swallows you down, and the pressure ticks you off right away.Â
Your thighs shake and your hips buck, chasing the aftershocks of your orgasm while Abby watches you with wide eyes, her own fingers forgotten. She is not even breathing, absolutely mesmerised by your reactions - she made you cum, she made you cum without even touching you.Â
You pant, still twitching from your orgasm, but you find the strength to move Abby away from the strap despite her whining.Â
"Come here." You tug on her collar again to make her move and Abby straddles you. "Holy fuck." You whisper when you look at her. "My best girl." You kiss Abby's shoulder and she giggles.
"Thank you, ma'am."Â
You smile at her and then lie down on the bed, tugging on Abby's hips so she would move. Abby is bright red - for some reason she is still so shy when you make her sit on your face - but she moves up, until her thighs are by the sides of your face. Abby can't even look at you, her eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.
âLook at me.â You tell her and Abby steals a glance at you, which is not what you wanted. âI said look at me.â
And Abby looks, tries her hardest to maintain eye contact with you as you push her down on your face, burying yourself in her soaked pussy.Â
Abby whines when you suck on her sensitive clit since she's been close after fucking herself earlier. You don't waste any time and eat her out messily, getting her wetness all over your face as you devour her, fucking her with your tongue, rubbing and sucking her clit, while Abby writhes on top of you.Â
âOh god-â She sobs and you grab a handful of her hips, pulling her skirt up so you can see her. âI'm gonna-â
And that is exactly your cue to stop, leaving Abby panting and whimpering on top of you. You watch her pretty clit throb from being so close to orgasm and smirk.Â
Abby is confused and there's a tiniest hint of hurt on her face: she did such a good job and you are not letting her cum?
You chuckle and signal her to move.Â
âLie down on your stomach.â You tell her and while Abby does as she is told, you fix your harness and grab a pillow to put it under Abby's hips.Â
Seeing Abby's fat thighs pressed together with her wet glistening hole between them makes you want to ruin her. The sight of your strong, dangerous girlfriend all shy and pretty and in this damn skirt makes you froth at your mouth like a fucking dog. Abby makes you feel like the most unhinged obsessed creep and the way she welcomes your dark side - as you think of it - is why you would die for her at any moment.Â
You can't help the possessive bite you leave on her neck, practically growling into her ear.
âYou're mine.â You tell her and Abby nods, shows her neck with a collar on it.Â
âYours.â She whispers and bucks her hips into you, presenting herself for you.Â
You line your strap up and push inside, feeling how tight Abby is from being so close to an orgasm.Â
âIt's a pity you can't see yourself, princess.â You tell her as you watch the head of your strap slowly disappear in her hole. âYou're close, aren't you?â
âPlease, ma'am.â Abby whimpers and you part her ass cheeks to give yourself a show.Â
âPlease what?â
âPlease fuck me.â Abby says and you smile.Â
âYou can do better than that.â
You're not usually the âbeg meâ type, but now you want Abby to be desperate. You keep pushing extremely slowly, teasing Abby and moving away when she bucks her hips.Â
âPlease, I need you.â Abby starts shyly and oh, what a great idea it is. âMa'am, I need you, please fuck me, only you can make me feel good, please-â
You push all the way in in one go and Abby moans loudly.
âGood fucking girl.â You growl and pick a hard pace right away, slamming into Abby so hard her ass jiggles. Abby sobs and her back tenses: she feels you so deep and she is so tight in this position, and she is so fucking close. You knead her ass through the skirt and just watch your strap disappear in Abby, fucking her mercilessly.Â
âMaâam-â Abby whimpers and holds the pillow under her head for dear life, trying to hold off her orgasm. âCan I-â Abby doesn't get to finish her sentence as your next thrust knocks the air out of her.Â
âCum, babygirl.â You tell her gently while you thrust into Abby's tight little pussy with force, grabbing her hips for stability.Â
Abby coils and lifts her ass as her orgasm rips through her body like an electric shock, and you chuckle, satisfied, your movements slowing down. You're not stopping, still moving inside her, and Abby squeezes her thighs together under you, whimpering.Â
âRelax, princess, and let me have you.â You murmur into her ear and continue fucking her slowly, watching your strap come out of her covered in her cum.Â
Abby genuinely tries to relax, but she is sensitive right now and your cock drags along her walls so slowly it drives her crazy. She likes feeling so stuffed, so full of you, but now she wants to cum again.Â
âMa'am, please go faster.â Abby asks you and you chuckle.Â
âYou're so impatient.â You tsk and slap her ass cheek lightly, watching it jiggle. âYou're gonna cum like this or not at all, understood?â
âYes ma'am.â Abby says, humbled, but her voice breaks in a moan when you push inside to the hilt. âFuck.â
You smile and pull out just to push back and Abby clutches to the pillow, her whole body feels like she is on fire. You don't make it easier as your lips travel over her sensitive back, every touch of your hot tongue makes her tighten around your strap and moan pathetically.Â
Abby is so close and so, so fucking far away from her orgasm and you know it, so you continue thrusting into her slowly until Abby starts to squirm and misbehave as she pushes back, chasing your strap.Â
âStop it.â You tell her sternly and push her lower back into the bed to stop her from moving.Â
âMa'am, please!â Abby whines.
You tug on her collar quite roughly and press your lips to her ear.Â
âSuch a brat.â You growl and slam into Abby roughly, making her squeal. âTurn on your side.âÂ
And that's how Abby ends up being fucked roughly from behind while you squeeze her throat and play with her clit relentlessly, bringing her to the edge immediately. Your pelvis hits her ass at every thrust and Abby whines and whimpers, her eyes rolled back, her head absolutely empty. Abby feels like she doesnât exist anymore, only your hands and your voice and your cock do - and she feels so fucking good.Â
âMaâam-â Abby moans frantically. âIt feels so good, you feel so good, thankyouthankyouthankyouâ Is all you can hear between Abbyâs sobs. You smile darkly and fuck her harder until she shrieks and cums again.Â
But you donât stop. You keep fucking Abby through her orgasm, you keep fucking her when she whines from being too sensitive, you keep fucking her even when she tries to move your hand away from her clit.
âMaâam, itâs too much- I canât-â
âYou can take it.â You pant into her ear. âYou wanted to cum so much before, so keep cumming.â Â
And Abby does, with another sob. She cums again, and again, until it becomes too much for real, and her face is wet with tears. She feels like overstimulation now hurts more than pleases, and maybe youâre right, she has another one in her, but Abby feels exhausted.Â
âYellow.â Abby sniffles, and you stop moving right away, carefully letting go of her tit, but not removing the strap yet in case it will hurt Abby.
âToo much?â You ask her gently and Abby nods. âDoes something hurt?â You ask her with such care in your voice Abby wants to cry, because she feels like she couldâve gone longer and now sheâs disappointed you.Â
âFuck, Iâm sorry.â Abby sniffles, and you get more alert than ever.
âAbby? Can I hug you?â Abby nods and you carefully wrap your arms around her and bury your face in her neck. âTalk to me, whatâs wrong? Did I hurt you? Did I say something?â
âNo- Itâs just- It started to hurt and Iâm tired- fuck, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âBaby, why are you saying sorry? Itâs okay, you did good by using the safeword.â
âI just feel like I could go longer, I should not have stopped you.â Abby admits and sniffles again, ashamed - her emotions skyrocket in subspace.
âI donât want you to push your limits to please me. How about we stop now, get clean and then cuddle and talk, if you want? How does it sound?â
âWe can continue, I just need a moment.â Abby pleads as her guilt grows.
âI don't think we should, sweets.â That pet name makes Abby squeeze her eyes: you only use it when she is not allowed to argue. âIt's okay. You're okay. You didn't do anything wrong.â You kiss her shoulder and Abby's head gets a little clearer. âThank you for telling me, you did so well.â
This makes Abby feel a little better; she nods and squeezes your hand in return. You carefully remove the strap while Abby winces and then you help her get up and go to the bathroom, to shower.Â
You take her clothes and collar off, and Abby doesnât look at you, still beating herself up, but you wonât have it. So when you two get into the shower and water starts to wash the sweat and cum off both of you, you take her face in your hands and kiss her cheeks, her nose, her eyes and forehead, everywhere really. Just small gentle kisses, until Abby smiles and looks at you bashfully.
âYou have the prettiest eyes Iâve ever seen.â You tell her honestly and Abby blushes, but her mood seems to go up.Â
You wash both of you gently, carefully going over Abbyâs crotch, and she relaxes under your arms. You dry both of you after and help Abby change into her pjs. She gets under the blankets and you kiss her forehead before going to the kitchen and getting some food for both of you.Â
When you return with two plates and a big cup, Abby looks sleepily at you, seemingly calm. But you know her, you know how guilt can eat her alive, so you keep being alert.Â
âDrink this first.â You give Abby warm water with honey and she drinks it, scrunching her nose from the sweetness of it. Then you eat in comfortable silence, both noticing with surprise how hungry you were - which should not be a surprise by now, really. You finish your food and clean up so you can cuddle Abby and sooth her. Abby gets on top of you and you caress her hair and shoulders absentmindedly.
âHow are you feeling?â
âBetter.â Abby sounds more sober now too. âI just-â She huffs, annoyed at herself. âI dunno how to explain. I could've gone longer.âÂ
âI don't want to hurt you. Not in a way you don't enjoy.â You remind her. Abby loves you so much she is scared to fuck everything up, and it led to some problems before, when she put your needs above hers. You talked about it, but sometimes, especially if Abby subs, she slips and does it again. This is exactly why you have a âsweetsâ rule: to stop her before she hurts both of you with her sacrifices.Â
âI just feel like I'm..weak.â Abby admits and you chuckle.Â
âYou're not. You're a grownup who can tell their limits, and I'm so happy you did.â You say kindly. âI trust you. You were so good for me today, including using the safeword.â You kiss the top of Abby's head and she hugs you tighter. âI'm sorry I didn't check in with you.â
Abby nods and looks up to you.Â
âWe both agreed to this, right? We literally fucked around and found out.â You chuckle and reach out to grab the honey water for Abby.Â
âI know you hate it, but your throat needs it.â
Abby groans and drinks it, absolutely despising the honey: this is the only drawback of getting her throat fucked.
âDid you like the skirt?â Abby asks playfully.Â
âYes. You looked so good in it, god. I got a little crazy.â You kiss her honey lips and Abby smiles into your mouth.Â
âWell, next time it's your turn.â She says seriously and you laugh.Â
âIf you promise to not rip it apart.âÂ
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nct vs haunted house (who you picking to go with you?)
pairing ⏠ot25 nct (127, dream, wayv, wish)
tags ⏠cussing, i roast everyone (sorry not sorry)
authorâs note ⏠very lax and lazy shitpost. can y'all pretend like i posted this before november 1st to spare me the embarrassment and shame, thanks. also in no apparent order so you might have to dig for your member. this is the first time i've posted for all the members... also only seen the wayv and dream haunted house videos so it might not be fully accurate.
sakuya
nah why the hell would you pick him. this shit is gonna make a bolt for it and leave you alone inside to defend for yourself. if it's a haunted house walkthrough, he's gonna speedrun it and save himself, not you. if it's a horror escape room he's probably gonna get jumpscared, but will distract himself by laughing at you. NOT HELPFUL AT ALL, somehow manages to break everything. (0/10 partner, made me cry afterwards. this is why i hate children /j)
winwin
you've got like a 50/50 chance of surviving this thing. winwin's scared out of his wits when it comes to haunted houses, but in an actual stressful situation he thinks very logically. given the right circumstance, he doesn't make dumb choices, and can actually progress through the haunted house fairly easy. his only flaw is that when he gets jumpscared he has extreme reactions and always is on the floor. (6/10 partner, just make sure he isn't pulling you to the ground as well.)
haechan
no sane person would pick him, are you okay? i mean he's kinda unpredictable. either cackling and laughing his ass off or sobbing or straight faced the whole time. when he's scared he demands to be carried, like tf? thought you were supposed to protect me. whatever. actually kinda smart and helpful though like if you're lucky you two can get out just fine. (7/10 partner, because at least he isn't gonna leave you alone to die, you'll die together.)
doyoung
get ready for snarky comments on everything, "i wonder if these people are getting paid minimun wage." or "whoever designed this place needs to go to jail why is everything so ugly looking." he's a NERVOUS WRECK though. starts yapping when he's scared. telling the scare actors to "wait pls" (they won't love you like i love you) they don't listen to him though... very tense, movements are stiff, he has like a 25% chance of actually being helpful. (2.5/10 partner, someone tell him to move faster.)
jaehyun
you picked the nonchalant king himself! he'd probably be a bit scared, maybe a few jerks or flinches from the jumpscares, but nothing too bad. probably laughs at the actors or at the situation, but it's not a mocking laugh. very helpful and you'll definitely make it out of there alive! if you're easily scared no worries! he'll be fine carrying you if he has to. give yourself a pat on the back, you picked well. (10/10 partner i have no complaints)
jisung
someone save this poor baby and you because you two are also not making it out alive today. not very loud screams, but oh my god he clutches his chest and bucks his knees like he's heard the worst news of his life. 15,000 mental breakdowns in the span of a minute. asks random obvious questions and is curious about everything. he's too lost in his own head and thoughts to be really helpful, plus he's too scared to try anything so you really aren't progressing further unless you lock in. (2/10 partner, i love you ji but i gotta survive)
riku
honey idk who lied to you but riku is not brave at all. another stumbler, he's tripping all over the place, sometimes you wonder whether it's on purpose or not. no cause this man spends more time on the floor then actually on his feet. when he's collected himself and believes that there's no reason to be scaried he's gonna aegyo his ass off. which doesn't work lol. might as well use him as a meat shield atp. (3/10 partner, good meat shield /j)
yushi
also a 50/50. very very very helpful and knowledgeable when it comes to solving clues and mysteries. but when it comes to progressing forward and interacting with the scare actors he's not in his element. asks "who's there" as if anyone would answer. also in denial half of the time, "oh it's not that sc- AHJH SHHHH-" runs around and clings to something, probably your arm. (7/10 partner, just the two of us, we can make it if we try! )
hendery
i asked to survive not a distraction for my fears and worries. why is bro singing???? we're supposed to be working and solving the puzzles, no more distractions pls!! he's going to terrorize you just because it's funny, but i'm in a haunted house NOT A COMEDY CLUB. when it comes to solving clues he cooks dogshit!! nobody let him back into a haunted house thanks! (0/10 partner, i need the scare actor to mercy kill me atp)
chenle
why. you know better than to pick him. 100% will scream as loud as he can and sacrifice you in -119 seconds. laughing mess. he's like sakuya and will leave you to fend for yourself. he dngaf. will also terrorize you because it's "funny". unless it's a competition he will not help you at all and pretends like he's helping but he's not doing anything except goofing around. try again. (-143/100 partner, except he doesn't love you like in the skz song)
johnny
you make it out of there purely off of johnnyâs dumbass luck. iâm serious. as soon as heâs jump-scared he puts his hands up and turns around like âhelll naahhhhâ and then he starts scolding the scare actor like heâs their dad ???? or something ?? why the fuck did this turn into a big ass therapy session about how the scare actor could turn their life around and use their talents for something more rewarding in life? (9/10 partner, you only make it out of there because the scare actor tearfully tells you the answers to all the clues and promises johnny heâll work on bettering himself.)
kun
if you thought his leader mode self would activate you are wrong. completely wrong. first of all he TRIES to act calm and mature, but fails miserably. also he forces you to do everything, go first, because bro is ACTUALLY A COWARD ISTG. at least he's pretty decent at solving problems, but when he gets jump-scared he's too terrified to function, like if was by himself he would get himself killed. (-4/10 partner, i asked for a good partner not a manchild)
yuta
going with the other non-chalant king is also a fairly good choice! except he's even more unbothered and unfazed than jaehyun, you're wondering if you should be more scared of him than the actors. feel bad for the actors though like they get a kick out of scaring people and he's just like "heh. that's funny" not very helpful with puzzles though so you might have to do that yourself! (8/10 partner, you'll probably survive, but you'll do most of the work unfortunately.)
renjun
i think the only other person you could pick that's worse than him on this list is taeyong. CONSTANTLY CLINGING TO YOUR ARM. savagely trying to crack jokes but is scared out of his wits for sure. he's okay with solving clues, renjun is smart, just don't pressure or tease him or he might actually snap. honestly just don't pick renjun to be your partner. (-127/10 partner, why are we still here? just to suffer?)
taeyong
you are 100 percent getting killed today !! congratulations !! or maybe you wanted that? poor bubu was not cut out for this line of work okay. he screams the loudest screams you've ever heard, does not function normally after the first scare. you could've picked anyone else and maybe you would've had a 99.99% chance of dying instead of 100. (-553/10 partner, PICK BETTER PLEASE. i'm so fucking mad /hj)
ten
he's a runner he's a track star !! he's literally a cat. what else did you expect? him to not be a scaredy cat? when u call him out for being unhelpful or too scared he'll gaslight tf out of you. he'll also deflect and start saying everything you're doing wrong as if you aren't the ONLY PERSON DOING ANYTHING AT ALL?? âstop pushing meâ EXCUSE ME? YOU PUSHED ME? makes me so mad, but at least he sometimes is helpful i guess. (-40/10 partner, you should know better than to pick him.)
sion
better than kun maybe on par with winwin i'd say. his leader mode is definitely more active here, also tries to play up and be brave, gets scared very easily but it's okay. he reacts quickly and that's honestly all that matters in a haunted house bc if you can get out of that inital shock and think logically about the situation you can survive about anything. very good with puzzles i don't think he's a bad option! (8/10 partner, jaehyun maybe enlisting in a couple of days but at least we have sion)
jeno
might be the one of the best options out of all of these clowns. but again nct is a circus and they are so unpredictable. i would feel safe with jeno though. he's suspiciously quiet, and not very reactive when it comes to the scares. very smart too like he solves the puzzles in seconds too. take jeno with you and you are LIVING TO SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL! (12/10 partner, very satisfied would recommend. )
xiaojun
you picking xiaojun is like whoever tf seulgi is singing to that knows 28 reasons to run away but chooses to depend on her anyways. LIKE CMON. xiaojun definitely scares himself. also he's really loud in general like you need something to shut him up with. bad at puzzles, okay with scares, idk if you're gonna survive broski. (2/10 partner, maybe xiaojun has dumb luck and you'll survive, who knows.)
ryo
way more mature than sakuya, i'm convinced you will actually survive! this little maltese is very brave and will definitely go first if you're too scared. also willing to throw hands but let's talk about that later you will make it out of there in decent time, and not struggle that much. may get a little bit scared, but he regains his courage very easily! (10/10 partner, guys i love ryo a lot. he's literally my child.)
jaemin
yes jaemin is a good pick, heâs not that phased by scare actors and will even try to talk to some of them about their day. spreads positivity but will probably mock you for being too scared if you get scared by the jump-scares. if you can deal with that you should be fine. heâs not as good as jeno is with the puzzles but can hold his own weight fairly well. âcan we go again?â absolutely not. (8/10 partner, wouldâve been higher but for that last comment heâs getting marked down a couple of points.)
jungwoo
just because this man isnât vocal when heâs scared does not mean he isnât shitting himself right now. instead of screaming, he opts to stumble and fall instead. any little noise will make him jump, even if itâs caused by himself. closes his eyes because âi canât get scared if i canât see them!â he was incorrect. jungwoo can in fact get scared if he canât see them. (0/10 partner, no negatives for jungwoo but you probably wonât survive.)
mark
best option in my opinion. the only leader who calms down the fastest and reacts the best. i mean he deals with haechan and chenle on a daily basis so he has some practice. all his years of testing his patience has prepared him for this moment. deep inside heâs paranoid as hell, but that really doesnât distract him from getting you two out of there as quickly as he can. extremely motivated and works hard to solve the puzzles. (17/10 partner, much better than his egg making abilities!)
jaehee
he thought it was going to be fun. it was not. âthis was NOT a good idea. oh MY GOd-â pointing to every little thing, âdid you see thatâ. okay but his prediction game is kinda on point though. thanks to his paranoia he manages to predict all the jumpscares. so eventually you two come up with a plan to scare the actors themselves which actually works surprisingly, and lessens your worries about the whole thing. maybe it was fun after all. (8/10 partner, you got banned from coming back though)
yangyang
now most of yâall might think that yy will whine and scream and cry in a haunted house. and, youâre not wrong! but in terms of the pussy-ness scale against the rest of these clowns, yangyang is actually pretty good at this. heâll flinch, react, scream, and run away, but he takes the lead. willingly to go first, even if he himself is shaking in his thousand dollar shoes the entire time. good at puzzles too! (7/10 partner, so good so bad like whatever zb1 said!)
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âI heard from a friend of a friend that, that dick was a 10/10.â Â
toji fushiguro x black fem!reader
tags: smut, MDNI , piv sex, established relationship, unprotected sex, overstimulation
inspired by that one doja cat song (thats Tojiâs song đ©)
Boyfriend Toji who gets on your ass for taking his clothes, but canât stand to see you in anything else
Boyfriend Toji who picks you up when you can reach shit cuz he thinks itâs cute asf that your so short
Boyfriend Toji who made sure Megumi was cool with you before you guys got too serious
Boyfriend Toji who cooks breakfast for you and Megumi in the mornings that they stay over
Boyfriend Toji who loves to spoil you and Megumi with whatever you guys want which is why heâs broke most of the time
Boyfriend Toji who walks around your place and answers your door completely shirtless with his fat tiddies out cuz he knows you can resist them
Boyfriend Toji who loves hearing you talk cuz he loves watching you get excited about things (and low key loves watching your mouth)
Boyfriend Toji who likes to take you out and show you off. Youâre going out to the club with you friends? Makes sure everyone can see the marks he left you with last night mans is territorial
Boyfriend Toji who loves watching you ass when youâre walking in front of him
Boyfriend Toji who has a size kink now because of you
Boyfriend Toji who rubs your tummy cuz he canât wait to see you pregnant
Boyfriend Toji who doesnât let you take the lead. Ever. You wanna be on top? Too fucking bad
Boyfriend Toji who presses his hands on your stomach when he's balls deep in you so you both can feed him.
Boyfriend Toji who purposely forgets to use a condom and âaccidentallyâ cums inside you because he thinks Megumi would be a great big brother
Boyfriend Toji who has to fuck you till you forget your own name every time
âHoly shit!â You scream shaking violently as you came, wet rhythmic slapping sounds echo throughout the room as you bounce your hips as you rut in his lap your knees buckling.
âSo fucking deep Toji!â You wailed trying to keep up with his brutal pace but failing miserably his dick just kissing your cervix.
Your nails rake into his broad back and chest, leaving raw trails in their wake spurring him on as he licked the sweat off your brown skin
âSo tight, pussyâs sucking me inâ he grunts as he flips you over onto your back watching his dick disappear in and out of you with a creamy translucent ring around the base.
Your back arched one more time as another orgasm overpowered you, that was the third one he ripped from you and the sensitivity was starting to set in.
You pushed at his chest, hoping he would take him and slow down a little but instead, he grabbed your hands, holding them over your head to the bed with one of his huge ones. It drove him absolutely crazy watching you squirm and struggle beneath him.
Getting close Toji grunts, his hips bucking wildly as he clutches your spamming hips your cunt squelches with his final thrust as he floods your insides with thick ropes of cum.
âOne more time,â he grunts out as he pulls out pumping his still-hard cock a few times before lining himself back up with your core with a devious smirk âI want you to milk me dry.â
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I hear the secrets that you keep (series)
chapter five: i missed you
Pedro Pascal x Plus size F!readerÂ
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series summary: 24 year old y/n is an insecure and struggling actress in Los Angeles until she finally books a leading role in a big Hollywood movie next to her leading male, Pedro Pascal. A spark of friendship flickers between the two and slowly begins to blossom into something more. As y/n is navigating a new found fame and a new found romance, she fears that a lie she has been sitting on might ruin everything.
Warnings: plus size reader (no specific description of reader, slight descriptions of weight: stomach fat, stretch marks, etc.), hefty age gap (24 years/14 years), female anatomy description, she/her pronouns, use of gendered terms (girl, girly, etc.), y/n used, descriptions of nudity, swearing, use of the word fat, daddy kink (not really, but itâs kinda mentioned), sexual themes. warnings may change as the story progresses.Â
authors note: Hi everyone. Iâve been spending more time trying to add more detail in my writing, so I hope thereâs a small improvement in this chapter. I also want to make the chapters lengthier in the future but weâll see lol. Thereâs a tag list to the series now, any information about it is at the bottom of the chapter!Â
chapter summary: Pedro misses y/n and comes to bother her at work.Â
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Life moved on so quickly and there was never enough time to savor your favorite moments. Everything around you changed within a blink of an eye and you hadn't had a single second to just sit and think. You wanted nothing more than to be able to stop time for just a few minutes, just to process how dramatically your life had changed within such a short span of time.
The kiss you had shared with Pedro was nothing short of perfect, but after the high seemed to wear off, you became hyper aware of just how fucked this entire situation was. Whatever was brewing between the two of you was exciting, thrilling, and you wanted nothing more than to dive in head first- but youâd be lying if you said it didnât scare the absolute shit out of you at the same time. Being around Pedro has felt so easy. You were still getting to know him and vice versa, but the attraction was there. He so clearly told you that he thought you were beautiful and enjoyed spending time with you. It kind of freaked you out at first, how fast everything was moving between you, but he was a man. He wasnât some boy that was just using you to pass time, he was a real man who knew what he wanted and went for it. It ignited a flame in you that you wouldnât be able to put out even if you tried.Â
As much as you were enjoying whatever was happening with Pedro, you couldnât help shake the fact that you were technically lying to him. You tried to tell him the truth, you really had, but you got interrupted, and everything else happened so fast. You knew you would have to tell him the truth at some point, but you were terrified of how he would react to the news. You could only imagine what would happen when he finds out that the woman he had been flirting with and even kissed wasnât actually 14 years younger but instead a whopping 24 years younger.. It wasnât like you lied to him on purpose. It wasnât even a lie you had started in the first place, it was a lie Angie constructed to get your career up and moving. People in the industry lie about their age all time, right?Â
Itâs been an entire week since the kiss. The day after the kiss, Pedro had texted you, and the two of you had been texting consistently ever since. Three days after the kiss, you saw Pedro in person again. You had filmed the roller skating scene and went to get tacos after in celebration of filming your first ever professional movie scene. Neither of you had mentioned the kiss at all. Everything was normal between you guys. He was flirty, you were awkward, and life moved on.Â
You were pulled out of your thoughts when a makeup artist came to do some touch ups. Today you were on set to film a few solo shots, meaning Pedro wasnât here. It was kind of weird, him not being here, everything you had done in this process had involved him somehow and you missed his presence. The makeup artist, Elizabeth, removed your previous eyeshadow and replaced it with a light orange color with a dramatic wing set in white eyeliner that matched your current costume perfectly. You were called to the studio at four in the morning and it was creeping up on five in the afternoon. You were exhausted. You didnât have a lot to film, with most of the time being taken by costume and makeup changes between yourself and any extras in the scenes. Once Elizabeth was done, you made your way from the makeshift vanity over to the next set to film your final shots of the day.
You were released from set almost two hours later. You practically ran to the small trailer that sat just outside on the studio lot with your name plastered across the door. If you werenât so tired, you probably would have shed a few tears at the sight of it. As soon as you walk in, you plop down in the âdirectorsâ style chair that sits in front of a lighted mirror.Â
âHey there hot stuffâ
You almost jump out of the chair and let out a startled scream. You looked over to the right to see Pedro lounging on a small sofa that was connected to the wall of the trailer. He was wearing a pair of black lounge shorts, paired with a Los Angeles Lakers shirt that was their signature gold color. He wore a small smirk and you noticed that he was sporting a funky looking mustache instead of the full facial hair you had become accustomed to.
âOh my fucking god P, you scared the shit out of me.â Both of your hands were gripping either side of the chair and you tried to slow your heart rate down. âHowâd you even get in here dude, jesus christ.âÂ
He lets out a small laugh. âI have my ways sweetheart. How did filming go?âÂ
âIt was fine. Iâm fucking drained though.â Your hands finally relax and you lean back into the chair in a casual manner. Â
âYea it can be that way sometimes. Just wait until you're back on set with me. Iâll make sure you arenât bored.â He winks. Your mind wanders for a moment before changing the subject.Â
âWhen did you get the porn stache?â You laugh and point to his upper lip.Â
âOh this old thing? They shaved it a few days ago when I started filming more.â He runs one hand across his slightly stubbled jaw.Â
âIt suits you.â You say with a hum.Â
He stays quiet for a moment and you look at him. He sits up straight on the couch, spreading his legs apart slightly. âCome here sweetheart.â He says while reaching out for you. You take a few steps towards him and he's grabbing your hands.Â
âI missed you.â He whispers while pulling you to stand in between the gap of his thighs. You werenât entirely sure what he meant by that. Did he miss being around you? Did he miss kissing you? It really didnât matter, because you missed him too, so you told him.Â
âI missed you too.â you admit outloud.Â
His hands let go of yours and instead make their way to your waist. He pulls you forward gently.Â
âI want you to sit on my lap, can you do that for me baby?âÂ
Baby.
What you had with Pedro was unique. There wasnât any discussion on what either of you had felt, but the night he kissed you, it created an unspoken agreement of sorts- there was a spark and you both werenât afraid to explore it.Â
âP, I canât. Iâll crush you.â He gives you a look of disapprovement. You were always too aware of your weight in intimacy. Knowing that you were heavier than what most guys were used to, made you avoid any situation that involved any weight being placed on another person.Â
âJust come straddle me baby, use your knees for support if youâre that worried about it okay? I just wanna feel you sweetheart, we can stop if you ever feel uncomfortable. Does that sound okay?â Heâs rubbing from your waist, down to your haps, and back up again. Itâs comforting and you know that you can trust him- you know that he isnât going to make fun of you.Â
You give him a nod and slowly lower yourself to straddle him, knees touching the couch on either side of his legs, holding yourself up slightly.. He places one hand on each of your thighs, slightly digging into them.Â
âAtta girl.â he says, his voice slightly deeper. A shiver runs down your spine and the gravel of his voice gives you the confidence to slide yourself down further and apply more weight onto his lap.Â
âYou know, I've been aching to kiss you again.â He looks up and trains his eyes to yours.Â
âThen do it.â You say, your voice small.Â
He puts his hands around your waist, positioning his hands right above your ass and pulls you forward. He leans up towards you and you lean down meeting his lips halfway. Your lips start moving against him in a comfortable rhythm. The kiss starts off slow and innocent, both of you savoring the feeling that you both had been craving. His grunts and his hands fall lower fully cupping each ass cheek, giving them both a tight squeeze. You let out a small gasp to which he takes as an invitation to sneak his tongue into your mouth. This snaps you into reality and you pull back for a moment.
âTaylor, my uh hairstylist, is coming by soon to take the wig off.â You said in a breathy voice.Â
âSheâll knock.â He says pulling you back into him, his tongue immediately darting into your mouth.Â
Your tongues are dancing together, neither one of you trying to control the other. Pedro uses his grip on your ass to roll your hips forward and you can feel that heâs hard underneath his criminally thin shorts. You could feel his full length graze across your pussy, causing you to break the kiss and jolt your head back in a surprised moan. He keeps rolling your hips onto him and reaches forward to attach his lips to your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses.Â
A knock on the door makes both of you freeze. You jump out of Pedroâs lap and rush back to the makeup chair. You fix the wig slightly and look over at Pedro as he adjusts himself before going back into the same lounging position he held when you had first noticed him. The door opens slightly and Taylor announces herself before entering. âSorry it took so long. There was a change in how they want your hair for your sex scene coming up.â You face flushes and she begins to take the wig off. Ignoring Pedroâs presence, the two of you hold a small conversation until she finishes up and excuses herself.Â
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âI need to get this costume off. Can you turn around or something while I change real quick?â You say as you grab the black and white plaid pajama pants and black hoodie you showed up in. He turns around and you get dressed quickly, letting him know when he could look again. You walk across the trailer and bend over to search your tote bag for your micellar water and cotton pads to remove your makeup.Â
âYou look so good in these pants baby.â Pedro grabs both sides of your hips and presses himself against your ass. You stand up and heâs leaning to whisper in your ear, âYou wanna come over to my place?â You canât help but laugh.
âAre you always this fuckboyish when youâre horny?â You say, finally being able to be the one who teased him and not the other way around.Â
âOnly for you baby.â He winks and lets out a laugh.Â
The car ride to his place was quiet. When you agreed to come over, he insisted that he could drive you to his place and would drive you home. You didnât fight back much, not even thinking about your car that still sat in the studio parking lot. You had your arm propped up on the center console with your hand supporting your chin, staring at Pedro. His hand was placed on your thigh, his thumb moving up and down slightly tickling you.Â
You couldnât help but admire him. Pedro was truly one of the most handsome men you had ever come across. He was soâŠbeefy. His legs looks so good in those shorts and the way his shirt stretched around the top of his arm was torture. You were so fucking horny it was crazy. You wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of Pedro and feel his length graze against you again. You werenât sure exactly what Pedro had planned when he asked you to come over but you were hoping it involved more kissing. You really liked kissing him.Â
The car comes to a stop and you notice that heâs pulling into a garage. When you asked him where he lived before, he had mentioned that he had a small place but this house was far from small. It wasnât a huge mansion but it was a respectable size, way bigger than your own apartment. When you open your car door, Pedro is already walking over to your side and offering his hand, which you take happily. He closes the garage door, locks the car, and leads you into a small mudroom. He removes his shoes, you follow, and the two of you walk down a small hallway into a living room.
The room was pretty normal. There was a brown âLâ shaped couch along the back wall accompanied by a matching brown recliner to the right of the room. On the opposite wall of the couch, there was a giant flat screen attached to the wall with a dark wooden entertainment stand underneath that was littered with random items. He had a few pictures scattered across the walls and a small display case of awards he had won.Â
He sits on the couch and he pulls you down to straddle his lap again. This time it was much more innocent than the first. He has his arms lazily wrapped around you and you have your arms around his neck, resting your head on the right one.Â
âYour house is so nice P. Itâs so you.â You say into his cheek.Â
He lets out a light chuckle and you feel the vibration from his chest on yours. âThank you sweetheart.â You hum in response.Â
âAre you ready for our intimacy coaching?â He asks genuinely.
âUh, yea I think so. Iâm a little nervous though.â You take a moment to think about just how much sex Pedroâs character is having in this movie. He has to have intimacy training and intimacy scenes with eleven other women. You know itâs just his job, but you canât help the tinge of jealousy that you feel in your chest. âHave you started any of your other ones yet?â You're hoping he couldnât hear the slight irritation in your voice.Â
âYea. I finished all the training and started filming with some of the girls already.â He says nonchalantly.Â
âOhâŠthatâs cool.â You know for sure he could hear the staggering in your voice this time. Youâre trying really hard to keep a professional, but what both of you have done behind closed doors is far from professional. He turns his head to look down at you.Â
âWhatâs wrong baby?â He asks with concern and you realize from the tension in your lips that you have a very noticeable pout on your face.Â
âItâs nothing.. âs stupid.â You lower your head to hide your face.Â
ââs not stupid if itâs got you all pouty like that sweet girl.â Heâs rubbing the back of your head so gently, it could put you right to sleep.
âItâs really stupid PâŠâ You raise your head to look at him. â.. just the thought of you being that close and intimate with other women makes me feel a little jealous . Like I know itâs your job and all but Iâm starting to really like you and I donât-âÂ
âYou like me?â Heâs smiling from ear to ear and you could feel the heat rising to your face, not realizing you had said it outloud.Â
âI mean yea P. Youâre a total catch, whatâs not to likeâŠâ You trail off, trying your best not to shy away from this moment, from him.Â
âI like you too Y/n.â His smile is still big. You can feel your tummy erupt.Â
âI need you to really promise me that you like me, okay? I really donât want to get hurt by you.â Youâre holding your pinky up, just like the day you had met him.Â
âI promise baby.â He locks his pinky with yours and gives your hand a tender kiss.Â
You lay your head back down and you both accept the silence around you, living in the moment of the confessions made. Last time you checked the clock, it was ten at night. It was late and Pedroâs lap was far too comfy for you to care about going home tonight. Your head was feeling heavy and you were slipping into a delirious state due to your lack of sleep after a long day of working.
âYou know, when my agent first told me that you were the lead when I auditioned, I had no idea who you were.â Your voice comes out barely above a whisper.
âThanks baby, that really knocks a few notches off my ego.â He laughs and that slight rumble from his chest is intoxicating. You could see the rise of his left cheek from where your head still laid on your arm that was still draped over his shoulders. You liked making him smile. He had such a nice smile.
âHm, maybe thatâs why the universe brought me to you, to humble you.â Another soft chuckle leaves his mouth. You also loved making him laugh- it was a sound you were glad to have the pleasure of hearing.Â
âAnyways, thatâs not the point. After I met you at the audition, I may or may not have looked you up.â You donât know why youâre telling him this.Â
âDid you find anything interesting?â He turns his head to look down at you, his eyebrow slightly raised, a cocky smirk present. His right hand starts to caress your back slowly.Â
âEh not really⊠I did watch your vanity fair lie detector test though.â You purposely leave out how many times you rewatched the first 20 seconds of the video, just to hear his laugh.Â
âOh yea? What did you think?â Heâs still looking at you but there's a different look on his face this time, one you havenât seen before.Â
âYou look really good in pink.â Your lips turn up to give him a small smile as you think about your next words. âSo, uh, daddyâs a state of mind huh?â His hand stops rubbing your back and he turns his head abruptly, looking in the other direction. You burst into laughter at his reaction. âIâm just teasing, come here.â You tug on his right shoulder trying to get him to look at you again but he doesnât budge. Setting your hands on his shoulders for support, you move yourself to sit straight up, still straddling his lap. Pedro turns his head to look at you and your hands grab his face- you can feel a slight warmth from the blush that was there just moments before.Â
âI forgot all about that, itâs so embarrassingâŠâ He leans his head down slightly causing his cheeks to squish in your hands.Â
ââs not embarrassing, it was really fucking funny, but not embarrassing.â He doesnât budge. âYou can be my daddy.â You say in a teasing matter. His head jolts up causing you to drop your hands back down to his shoulder. His eyes were wide and you couldâve sworn you felt movement near the inner corner of your thigh that just so happens to be right next to his-Â
âDo you want me to drive you home baby, itâs..â He trails off to grab his phone to check the time. âShit.. itâs almost 3am.â He sits his phone back downÂ
âWhyâd you change the subject? You donât wanna be my daddy?â You really wanted to get a reaction out of him. Youâre staring deep into his eyes and you feel that slight press against your thigh again.Â
âYou canât just say stuff like that sweet girlâŠâ His hands trail down your back, past your ass, and he wiggles them just under your thighs. Before you even realize whatâs happening, Pedro is standing up, arms hooked under your legs. You throw your arms around his neck.Â
âPedro put me down please.â You were starting to panic. Youâd never had someone even attempt to pick you up and the thought of how heavy you might be in his arms right now is stressing you the fuck out. He starts walking but you canât see where, nothing but the fading living room in your sight. âP, please. Iâm too heavy, please just put me down.â He ignores your pleas. Pedro stops walking for a moment and you hear what you assume is a door clicking open before he continues to walk again.Â
âHere sweet girl.â Heâs setting you down on the edge of a king sized bed. âIâm not really up to date on any of the new dating rules or anything but um if you wanted, you could stay here tonight.â Heâs rubbing the back of his neck and he seems nervous. Your heart burst into flames.Â
Dating
âWeâre dating?â Youâre looking at him with a big smile.Â
âUh yea, I mean uh, only if you want to. Iâd love to take you out sometime, on a proper date and everything.â Heâs looking at the floor.Â
You hop off the bed and wrap your arms around him in a big hug, to which he returns, leaving light kisses on your head.Â
âIâd love to stay tonight.âÂ
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prologue / hour 5 << pt. 6 -- hour 5 >> six months ago
"Shitâ That's notâ" He struggles out.
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"No, I get it, Remus. I'm just a human disappointment, aren't I?"
"Y/n," he sighs, "That'sâthat's not what I meant."
"So what did you mean, Remus?"
"Iâ" His mouth stays open, but nothing comes from it.
"That's what I thought."
"Y/n," He scrambles frantically, "I didn'tâ I wasn't thinking straight. Please, listenâ"
"Why would you even care? It's not like you enjoy me or anything. You hate me, Remus," Tears coat your eyes, and you're praying to whoeverâwhatever will listen that they won't fall. They don't listen, "You hate me, and I hate you." You huff, angrily wiping at your tears.
"I," He shakes his head, "I don't hate you."
It's like an invisible fist wraps itself around your lungs and squeezes. You can't breathe. The walls start closing in on you, "Yes, you do." You insist.
He winces, glancing down at the floor, before shaking his head, "No. No, I don't."
He looks up at you, voice dropping to a whisper, almost painfully quiet, "I've never hated you."
You stand up, "You're lying, Remus. Don't lie to me."
He stands, too, "Iâ I'm not lying. How do I make you believe that?"
"How?" You ask, "Try not being a dick to me!"
His gaze remains fixed on the ground, "I'llâ okay. I'll be nice," He decides.
"Actually," You huff, "Don't bother."
He sighs, rubbing his face, "You are being so difficult! Do you want me to be nice or not?"
You want to scream, "I want you to tell me the truth! Do you hate me or not?!"
Remus groans, sliding back down the wall, "You are impossible," He sounds defeatedâhe looks the part, too.
"So what if I am?" You're being difficult on purpose by now, but you have every right to. He's the one who screwed things up between the two of you. Things could have been perfect, but they aren't. You are stuck in a godforsaken lift with Remus Lupin, and he doesn't hate you.
'I don't hate you.'
The words taunt youâthey replay in your mind over and over.
Remus Lupin doesn't hate you.
"Hey," The voice from earlier crackles through the speaker, "Maintenance is," he takes a deep breath, "Maintenance is gonna be another hour or so. Sorry 'bout that. Hang in there!" And with that, he's gone.
The tension is so thick you swear you can feel it weighing you down.
You're both silent for about ten minutes.
"I don't hate you. Iâ I wish I had a valid excuse for the way I've treated you, but I don't." Remus looks at his palms like there's blood on his handsâand there very well might be.
Your voice is small, "So what's your reason?" You lift your head to look at him, but he's still staring at his hands.
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Total $hit$how: Thorns Around His Throat
in which Hunter makes a choice
cw: referenced violence, manipulation, crude language, vaguely alluded past dubcon, brief emeto mention. Further warnings will be in the tags for spoiler purposes.
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âWhere was he taken?â
âI don't know, IâI saw a van, I remember part of the plate.â
âThey can't be too far. We need to find him.â
Jericho and makeup guy were spouting back and forth, nervous colors buzzing around their heads like tv static. Hunter probably should've left as soon as makeup guy (Benny or whatever) came in. Gone back to his room, gone back to Vic, something. Should've left before Jericho could start digging into him, looking for answers he didn't really want.
What was he gonna do about it? Hunter hurt Sahota and Vic told him to, so the fuck what? They were all stuck here until the mission was done, whether they liked Vicâs methods or not. Hunter would find a way to stay, earn it however he had to, whether Jericho approved of it or not.Â
He didn't need his approval. He didn't need to listen to him. Jericho had a family. Kids or something. Parents who still wanted to know where he was even as a grown ass adult. He didn't get it, couldn't get it.
And anyway, Vic hadn't meant it. He was just testing Hunter, just making sure he really wanted it, making sure he could listen. And even if he did mean it, who cared? Hunter had done worse things for worse people, taken beatings for bosses who didn't give a shit about him. At least Vic cared. At least Vic would tell him he did good when it was all over.
He wondered if Sahota was in the same boat. What had got him to stay? It wasn't something Hunter'd thought about before now, even though it had always been obvious that this was more than just a job to Sahota. Did Vic bandage his cuts after the interrogation? Tell him good job while he bled? The mental image made him want to cringe away. Wounds he'd caused, twinging jealousy in his stomach.
Sahota was scared of Vic, but Hunter was a little bit scared of him too. He had no doubt Vic could break him apart if he wanted. Put him in his place just like he had with Sahota.
âIs Joy back?â
âShe should be by now.â
âWe'll need her help. I don't thinkââ Benny glanced at Hunter, the yellow haze around him darkening a shade. He lowered his voice, but Hunter still heard him.
âDo we tell Vic?â
âYeah,â Hunter said. Because he looked away. Because he was trying to keep it from him. âI'll get him.â
âI'll get him,â Jericho said, and the purple in his core swirled with a darker shade. Because of Vic? Because of Hunter? Or was he just afraid for Manak, who was stupid enough to get nabbed?
Vic wouldn't be happy. Maybe he'd order them to leave it, let Manak stay kidnapped, wipe the arrogant look off his face. The thought was supposed to be vindicating, but then he pictured Manak, tied up, bleeding like Sahotaâ
Fuck. Fuck this.Â
Jericho left him alone with makeup guy, who stayed standing, arms twisted around himself, silent. Hunter looked away from his nervous, shifting yellow, looking for something else, anything else, even as his head pounded along with his heart.
The headaches were basically background noise now, a constant dull pain that could be ignored. At least for a little while, at least when he wasn't trying to find something specific. His eyesockets still throbbed from trying to find a path through the computer earlier, but it was fine. It was fine.
Jericho came back before long, the dark spot in his chest bigger than it was before. Vic was a few steps behind him, followed by muscle girl, and⊠Sahota. His face was swollen, mottled with purple and red. Same cold eyes, not even looking Hunter's way. Same slate gray.
Hunter turned his attention to his hands, nails digging at the scabbed-over part of his knuckles, focusing on the blooming rosepetals there as his stomach tried to twist itself loose.
âTell me what happened,â Vic said above him, and Hunter glanced up in time to see Benny tear his eyes off Sahota's busted face, a dark ribbon coiling around his throat.
âShit,â he whispered, his voice shaking, and Hunter dropped his head, pinching the inside of his wrist until daisies began to bloom there.
âMr. Ruebin.â
âFuck. Yeah. We, we found the drop site, but it was rigged with some kind of alarm. Some guys showed up in a van, and just⊠grabbed Kaius. Drove away. Iâ I don't even know what direction, I just ran.â
âWas it Finley?â Muscle girl spoke up.
âI don't know who else it would be.â
âDid you find anything at the site?â Vic said.
âWhâ no. Kaius is gone, isn't that more important?â
âThe mission is more important.â
He could hear Jericho exhale. âCan't we do both? If we find Kaius, we'll find Finley. Won't that help?â
âWe don't have the time.â
âDon't we need him for the mission?â
Even though what he was saying made sense, every word of pushback wound Hunter tighter. If Vic said no, it was for a reason, right? Vic knew better, right?
âWe can accomplish what we need to with only four of you.â
âButââ
âOr maybe three.â
Hunter could read the threat there without even looking up, and Jericho didn't say anything else.
âWhat happens to him then?â Muscle girl cut in, and Hunter's nails dug in deeper at her words.
âHe's smart, isn't he? I'm sure he'll find a way out.â
âJust let two of us go after him. It doesn't need to be the whole team.â
âWe have other things to get done. Can't spare anyone.â
âNot even for a night? I won't sleep. SahotaâŠâ
Hunter looked up again when she said his name, but the handler's gray was as cold as ever. His brows tipped down as she looked up at him, something darkening in his chest.
Was it fear again? He knew what Hunter knew, what everyone else refused to accept; Vic was in charge here. You couldn't push against him. This had only happened because of their defiance in the first place. If they'd just listened, they could've picked a different target.
âEven if we let you go, the chance of you finding him is slim at best," Sahota said in an empty voice. "Better to not waste any more time.â
Muscle girl's color deflated like an old balloon, dimming as it crumpled in on itself.
âGlad we're all on the same page,â Vic said. âIt's unfortunate the drop site yielded so little, but we're capable of moving forward. Mr. Davis, we'll check your traps first thing in the morning and you can work on gathering data from there. Everyone else, start working on an entry plan. Mission's set for the end of the week. Are we clear?â
Hunter nodded, keeping his eyes on the ground. It didn't matter if Benny and the others knew he'd hurt Sahota. It didn't matter if Jericho was mad at him, or thought he was an idiot. All he had to do was make it to the end of the week without fucking up, and then everything would be okay. He glanced up in time to see Vic leave, Sahota tailing behind him. The other three stayed in place, settled in a stubborn kind of quiet.
He could tell they wanted to talk to each other, held back by his presence. Even Jericho knew he'd side with Vic now, just as much as he knew they wanted to oppose him. Would they be dumb enough to actually act on it though? An uneven trail of stars was swirling around muscle girl, a few of them breaking loose to pass Jericho. When she left the room in silence, he followed a few steps behind. Benny gave it a few minutes, arms still wrapped around himself, and then left the library after them.
They had to be going to the same place. To talk where Hunter wouldn't hear, to cook up another plot against Vic, as if that wouldn't get them in even more trouble. He knew they wanted to go after Manak, that Jerichoâs "we're a team" extended more to him than it ever would to Hunter. Could he stop them? He knew they wouldn't listen---why the fuck would they?---but he could threaten to tell Vic.Â
He could tell Vic. Show the others once and for all that he cared more about his place here than any of them, that he'd rather chase Vic's approval than Manakâs life, and that was the truth, wasn't it? It was Manak's own fault that this happened, not Hunter's, so why should he have to suffer for it? Why should Manak get to drag everyone else down with him?
With gritted teeth, Hunter left the library, trying to ignore the throbbing in his eye sockets as he looked for the stars muscle girl was dropping. They went back to Jericho's room, it looked like. Door closed, voices muffled inside.Â
Should he just knock? Make the threat and hope it was enough to scare them into reason? His fist clenched, but his arm wouldn't budge. Instead he held his breath, trying to listen.
â...after dark is our best chance, right? Vic's gotta sleep at some point.â
âThere's a truck up top. I can drive us.â
"How far was it?"
"About an hour."
"I can cut that down."
That was enough to confirm what Hunter already knew. He wasn't surprised, but maybe⊠a little bothered that they wouldn't listen. A little bothered that they were so sure he'd snitch that they didn't even consider inviting him in.
Well. He would. So they were fucking right about that, he guessed.
But... what if he didn't?
Hunter considered the option for a moment. The idea of walking away, going to bed, trying to sleep off this damn headache, getting up the next day like nothing was off. What would happen if he let them go, but then told them he'd known all along? Would that open up a way for them to trust him? To not hate his fucking guts?
And what happens then?
So maybe they could work together better. Maybe they could be a team, like Jericho said. Maybe even friends, even if it was stupid to expect that much. But then they'd run the mission and it would all be over. Everyone else would go home, and he'dâŠÂ
Alone again. Jelly and the rest didn't wait for you, you knew they wouldn't.
Would Vic still want him to stay if he knew Hunter'd kept something like this from him?Â
Probably not, not if he knew he couldn't trust him. Lies never worked for long. Hidden things were always found.Â
Vic had already promised him a chance at being part of something, something he'd never get from the rest of the team. And maybe Sahota hated him, but let him. Hunter'd lived with plenty of people who'd hated him and survived it, but if Vic kicked him out, he didn't know where he'd go next. Back to Chicago to try and get back into dealing? Back to Rex? He shuddered.
No. Not an option. Fuck the team. They'd already sided against him, why should he try now? It wasn't like he was really screwing them over anyway. They'd done it to themselves when they decided to defy Vic.
Hunter stumbled backwards, trying not to make a sound as he crossed the hall, making a beeline for Vicâs office. When he pushed the door open, his trainer was standing at the head of his desk, flipping through sheets of paper. The green drifting around Vicâs form sharpened with his gaze, a darker shade that might've been annoyance softening when he realized who it was.
At least someone wasn't pissed off at the sight of him.
âHunter.â
He swallowed. âV--Sir.â Shit, where did he start? He felt like a snitch, but shouldn't he? No. Fuck. Whatever. Vic was looking at him with his eyebrows raised now, new color tainting his green. Fuck.
âSorry. It's important,â he said. âThey're⊠the other three are gonna go after Manak. I overheard them.â He swallowed again, eyes darting away from Vic's desk, hands twisting around themselves. Vic's color hardly shifted. It got⊠darker, maybe. Sharper somehow, but there was no flash of surprise or anger.Â
âI thought it might happen eventually. They're an emotional lot. Unfortunately, that's what you get pulling from the general public.â He set down the stack of papers, falling silent.
âY-yeah,â Hunter agreed, pinching the skin on the inside of his wrist as hard as he could, eyes dropping to watch daisies sprout from the reddening skin. âAre you gonna stop them?â It felt wrong to ask.
Vic hummed. âNo,â he said after a moment. âThey can have their crusade. I'll deal with it in the morning.â
Hunter glanced up, but Vic's color was static. He was just gonna let them go? Why?
âWhat if they don't come back?â
Vic let out a flat chuckle. âThey'll come back.â
How did he know? Maybe he didn't. Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe if everyone else ditched it'd just be Hunter, Vic, and Sahota on the mission. Like how it would be in the future, if he managed to not fuck it up.
âCome here.â
Hunter glanced up again, saw Vic pointing at the desk chair. Vic's chair. His tone wasn't trouble, or a warning like it had been for Sahota a few days ago. It was almost something welcoming, almost something soft.
Hunter took the seat, trying not to fidget, trying to keep his attention on Vic. The smell of chlorine stung his nose.
âYou have your priorities straight, Hunter,â Vic said, moving beside him to tuck the papers into a folder. âYou know what's important, even if the rest of them cave to their feelings.â
âManak⊠Manak would be fine on his own,â Hunter said. He didn't know why. Manak didn't matter, he didn't care about Manak.
âTrue,â Vic said. âBut more than logic, I appreciate your loyalty. The importance of obedience is lost on the rest of them. Something that should be corrected before we get into the thick of things.â
âYeah.â Hunterâs spine seemed to go even straighter when his trainer moved to stand behind him, laying both hands on his shoulders, the chlorine smell clinging to him, smothering.
âIâm proud of the choice you made tonight. You'll be a wonderful addition to my team.â
Light seemed to burst through the tangle of vines in his chest. This was what he wanted, what he needed. He could be whatever Vic asked him to, he could stay.
He could stay, he could stay, he could stay.
It rang through his head, seeming to rise with his heartbeat as a calloused hand gripped his jaw and lifted his head, fingers digging into his cheek, holding him still as Vicâs lips pressed into his.
I can stay, I can beâ
The chlorine smell was choking him now, burning his throat, and all he could do was sit there, any thoughts or words or movements split like broken wire.
Vic pulled back, just inches, but Hunter still couldn't move.
âVicââ
âShh.â The hand left his chin, moving up to his hair, turning from a stroke to a jerk that pulled a startled yelp from Hunter.
Somehow, the chlorine smell got stronger at the sound, Vic's mouth covering his again.
He felt like he couldn't breathe. âI don'tââ
âYou want to be a part of my team, hm?â Vic murmured, breath hot and chemical on Hunter's face. âDon't you?â
Yes. But not⊠he hadn't pictured this.
âIâŠâ
Vic straightened, his hands leaving Hunter, color darkening. âOr maybe not,â he said, his voice immediately cool. âMaybe I misjudged you.â
âNo, that's notââ
âDon't lie to me.â The words weren't screamed, or the danger-quiet of a threat, but they were still sharp, twisting in his gut like a knife.
âVic, I'mâ no, I didn't mean that.â
âThen what did you mean? I've poured a lot of time into you. Gave your training a level of attention the others could never hope to earn.â
Is this what he earned?Â
âI'm sorry,â Hunter mumbled, digging his nails into his palms. âI justâ You surprised me.âÂ
âI'm not sure I believe you.â The way Vicâs green was growing darker made him want to throw up. Had he already lost his chance?
âI'll prove it. I won'tâ I was just caught off guard, please.â
Vic seemed to consider his words, the murkiness in his green dissolving as he stepped closer, seized Hunter's chin, and pulled him into another kiss. This time, Hunter kissed him back, trying, trying to show that he meant it, that he could do this, that this was okay.
âThere we go,â Vic murmured against his ear. âGood boy.â
He wanted this, he wanted this. He just wanted to be wanted, he was wanted, it didn't matter how.
Hunter leaned into his trainer, trying to lock onto his body heat and not the heavy smell, but Vic stepped away, a fist bunching into the collar of his t-shirt, tight enough to almost choke him.
âI knew I made the right choice, taking a chance on you.â
Hunter tried to shift his weight, to let up some of the pressure from his throat.
âYou know how to follow orders, don't you, Hunter?â
âYeah.â He could, he'd be perfect, and fuck, Vic was looking at him in a way that could've been loving but it made his skin crawl, and his head hurt so bad. Vic gave the fabric of his collar a sharper twist, and Hunter moved with his fist, knees nearly caving in. He could feel the blood building up in his throat, but Vic's gaze was soft on him, his green brightening with something pleasant; he liked this.
Was it so bad if he did? Hunter could take it. He'd had partners with a thing for pain before and it wasn't that bad. Sometimes it was even fun, just handing over control, letting someone do whatever they fucking wanted to him, anything to get them to stay, anything to get them to want to be there.
âLook at you,â Vic murmured in a voice that felt silken and heavy. âThere's something you're suited for.â
His grip loosened abruptly, letting Hunter hit the ground, the brightness never leaving his silhouette.
âI'm finished here for the night,â his trainer said, turning his back as Hunter stood, weight heavy on the office chair. âWhy don't you come with me?â
Where? To his room? To bed? Hunter's stomach churned, but he nodded all the same. He wanted this. He liked Vic, he liked Vic liking him, he was just caught off-guard. He wasn't supposed to be caught off-guard. He was adaptable, he could roll with anything, withstand anything, do anything Vic wanted.
Is this what it's like to be loved?
Maybe, fucking maybe.
Vic's eyes were still on him. âWhatâs your implant showing you right now?â
Petals and vines, coiling inside and around him like anxious snakes. Murky carwash-soap rainbow in his head, filling up his skull with a building pressure, oozing out his eye sockets. Thorns around his throat.
âDead silver,â he lied. It was what he saw back in the room, with Sahota. The warning before, spinning around them both. The shapes dropping like zapped bugs and melting on the ground. Where were they now? When he looked for shapes, all he could find were Cavanâs stupid stars, fading slowly.
âWhere does it lead? To me?â
I want this, I want this, I'll stay, I'll learn.
Hunter rubbed his throat unconsciously, forcing his arm to drop when he realized what he was doing. The pain there was hardly an ache. If that was what Vic wanted, that's what Vic would get.
âMhm.â
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Chemistry partner kuroo! X Fem! reader đ©·
warning/tags- female body parts mentioned, obsessive/Pervy Kuroo, obsessive/awkward reader, size difference, breeding, pantie stealing, (reader a little dumb but whatever đ)
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TetsurĆ kuroo, the captain of Nekomas boy volleyball team. The 6â2 athlete that had all the girls swooning for him and had boys envy him was sitting right next to you in the libraryâŠ
âSoâŠshould I go over to your house or do you want to come over to my house..?â I ask him while averting my eye contact with him, not wanting to make this situation more awkward then it already is since my face is tomato due to our closeness- if you can even call it that.
âOh I donât really care, whatever makes it more convenient for youâ kuroo giggled as he noticed you were purposely avoiding eye contact with him.
âGod itâs that stupid giggle he hasâ i think to myself- kuroo had this cute charming laugh that could make the coldest person blush. And I hated it! It wasnât fair that I subconsciously blush and giggles to myself every time I hear his laughs⊠The truth is that I hated every person who also blushed at his giggle or obnoxiously laugh at his mediocre jokes, I hated everyone who was trying to grab his attention away from me.. âI guess this stupid crush never really went awayâ⊠I thought to myself before I was slapped back into reality
âY/N..Y/N you okay..? HelloâŠ?â Kuroo waved his hands in front of my face to grab my attention and to suck me out of my Lalaland âyou alright there? Thought you were frozen or somethingâ he let out another chuckle before tapping my hand. âOh sorry.. yeah Iâm fine! Iâm just really sleepy thatâs allâ I said in a low tone, embarrassed that I zoned out and didnât realize that he was talking to me
âWell we have an hour of school left, we should get a head start and begin the project.â Kuroo said as he reached over to get his backpack, pulling out the chemistry textbook and his laptop. I let out a simple âyeahâ and did the same as him
We looked through the project together and we decided to split the questions in half. Kuroo zoomed through his first couple questions with ease. It took you a moment to get the first couple answers down since chemistry wasnât really my strong suit. At this point I got around 3-4 questions down as kuroo got about 10-15 done already. I looked over at his paper and Itâs already half finished- âdo you need some help?â Kuroo caught me looking at his paper for too long and kindly asked if I needed any help â-oh no Iâm okay.. thanks thoughâ âFuck, why did I reject his help? I actually need it..â I thought to myself, clearly I donât think before I speak. I curse at my stupidity as I pretend to act like I know what Iâm doing. âYou sure? Youâve been stuck on that question for a while now. I can totally help you if you need it!â Kuroo smirked while he asked -almost like he was trying to taunt me.
âlet me help you god damn it, the more I look at her the more she turns me on..fuck she so cuteâ kuroo thought to himself, heâs getting more and more agitated at your persistence but also trying to lower his heartbeat since it feels like it was about to jump out of his chest âoh uh, yeah this problem is just really hard..haha uhm you could help me I guess so we can finish faster.â I donât know why I laughed so awkwardly and how I easily stumbled my words all in one sentence but i some how did it. âhe probably thinks Iâm weird now..shitâ
âfucking finally, the faster we get this done the faster I can leave and ⊠take care of this problemâ he thought as he looked down at his hard bulge
âGreat! Uh here let me see the problem and we can figure it out togetherâ kuroo took my paper and started analyzing the difficult question. It only took him a couple seconds before he stared explain the question and started guiding me through it âExplain what changes and what changes stays the same when 1.00 L of a solution of NaCl is diluted to 1.80 Lâ kuroo read out the question to me. I look at him blankly âuhh..â is all I said while looking at him with a confused expression. âMhm well the number of moles always stays the same in the dilution⊠and..â âman..I donât know the the other answer.â i looked down at the paper again trying to find the second answer of the problem âCorrect, I believe the second answer would be that the concentration and the volume change in dilutionâ kuroo then goes on rambling about why thatâs the answer. I donât pay attention on what he says instead I look at the way his eyes light up when heâs talking about chemistry. If he wasnât a Volleyball player he would be such a nerd!
*DING*
That was the school bell. Everybody in the library starts cleaning up their area and starts heading out the door, leaving me and kuroo alone together âI think we should do the rest of the project at your house, I mean if you donât mindâ kuroo said while packing his bag ây-yeah sureâ I replied while grabbing my chem book. Kuroo and I then walked out the library together. I never really realized how tall kuroo is- well standing next to me at least. âhold on I need to use the restroom really quick. Wait for me k? It be really quickâ kuroo looked back at me while heading to the menâs restroom âokayâ I replied back to him as I watched him head to the washroom
Kuroo made sure the restroom was empty before he started walking to the very last stall. âShit-â kuroo letâs out a breathy moan as he tugged his pants, gripping his harden cock through his pants. He pulled the toilet seat done and sat as he unzipped his pants; rubbing his cock through his boxers âgotta make this quickâ he thought to himself as he slid down his black slacks and his matching black boxers. He spat on his hand, body shaking as he grabs his shaft. âMhm fuck~â kuroo moaned while rubbing himself âgod Y/N the shit you do to meâ he said under his breathe âneed you so bad babyâ kuroo whispered. Imaging that you were here with him in this stall. He imagined breeding your sweet cunt, he wanted to taste you, feel you, make you his. Prior to this- Kuroo had multiple girlfriends before in the past, they were fine.. for the most part but none of them compared to you.. although you guys never really talked Kuroo oftenly found himself stalking through your social media account. Making sure that you were still single, still ready for him.
Itâs been a couple minutes since kuroo went to the restroom. I started getting worried about him, heâs been in there for longer than 8 minutes, I wanted to knock on the door but I didnât know if I should. I sat there for a couple minutes before I stood up and knocked the door. âHello? Kuroo are you okay?â
Kuroo almost reaches his high until he hears your worried voice âDamn itâ he swore in his head âSorry, Iâll be right out just washing my handsâ Kuroo got up and angrily pulled up his pants. pent up and frustrated kuroo grabbed his bag and started walking towards the door to greet you.
âHey sorry to keep you waiting for so long, I wasnât feeling too goodâ you look at kuroo red and sweaty face as he explains âitâs okay! I was just worriedâ âshe so cuteâ kuroo thinks for a minute then imaging about bending you over and taking you right then and there, he doesnât sadly since he has morels.
Kuroo drives as you navigate to your house. The car ride was painfully awkward, kuroo was still hard from earlier, and I was just sitting there not saying anything, I take a couple glimpses at him and his hands on the steering wheel, âhe has such nice handsâ theyâre big, a little veiny, and tan due to him playing outdoors quite a bit. I imagine what else he can do with his hands other than volleyball.. before my thoughts can start to wonder we arrived at my house.
We walked in together, greeting my parents and my siblings. âLetâs go to my room, itâs less noisyâ as I lead him up to my bedroom. Kuroo could almost melt as he steps into your room, itâs filled with figures, posters of your favorite bands, T.V shows and some plushies here and there, he noticed one plushie that looked familiar, it was a plushie you posted with on your story a couple months back. You place your bag down on your floor, kuroo did the same- the both of you started to work on the project in silent. About 20 minutes in you decided to break the silence. âIâm gonna go grab some drinks, do you want anything?â I stood up about to walk to the door âyeah do you have a Dr. pepper? Itâs fine if you donâtâ I nod and step out the room to grab the drinks.
The moment you left the room kuroo stood up to go stretch. While he was stretching he roamed around your room, looking through your posters, figure and plushies. Until he noticed an open drawers. He didnât want to be nosy but curiosity kills the cat- he opened it more to see a folded pile of all your bras and panties. Kuroo can feel himself getting hard again by the thought of you modeling these for him. He grabs a black pair of one of your lacey panties and shoves it in his pocket for later. He continues looking through your drawer picking more and more of your panties for later. kuroo was too busy looking through he didnât even notice or hear your footsteps
âHey kuroo sorry for the long wait-â I was cut off when I felt like my heart dropped. I caught the tetsurĆ kuroo rummaging through my pantie drawer. I didnât know if I shouldâve felt turned on or creeped out.
âO-oh shit, Y/N I-Iâm so sorry itâs really not what it looks likeâ I can clearly hear the fear in his voice as he stutters his words âplease believe me i-its its-â
âKuroo.. your going through my pantie drawers like some sick pervert. Itâs exactly what it looks likeâ I say âwho knew my crush is just as a weirdo as I amâŠâ I giggled as I watch him spiral, giving me his best excuse and explanation
âLook Iâm really sorry I- I just think your so cute and pretty I h-honestly donât know what I was thinkingâ kuroo walks closer to you trying to explain the situation. You stay still watching his tall frame walk towards you âkuroo called me pretty?â Is all I thought about. Not even realizing that Kuroo is now standing in front of me, looking down into my eyes. âKuroo.. you think Iâm pretty?â I asked him, it caught him off guard but he replied with a simple âyesâ as he awkwardly smiles while also having this weird expression on his face. My face heats up while looking up at him. My mind goes fuzzy.
The next thing I knew is that I was thrown onto my bed while kuroo was climbing on top of me, unbuttoning my dress shirt. âSo prettyâ kuroo mumbled, while throwing my shirt across my room. He leans in to kiss me, slowly migrating the kisses down to my neck and then to my collar bone, I let out a moan feeling his kisses all over my chest makes my whole body weak âkuroo~â I groan out feeling his hands fondle my chest then feeling him unclip my bra. I eagerly lift up his shirt and take it off him âso eager babyâ âsays youâ kuroo laughs as he pulls down my skirt. He kisses me before he starts rubbing my pussy through my panties âalready so wet for me darlin?â I groan into the kiss, âhow sweetâ my limbs go weak to his touch âkuroo~please I need you-â I let out a weak whimper âneed what angel? Tell me what you need babyâ he smirks and pushes my panties to the side, using his fingers to rub up and down my wet slit âmh-mhm kuroo~â âcmon baby your not telling me what you needâ he teases- sliping one of his fingers inside you âs-shit i I need you inside m-me.. f-fuckâ you yell at him, while trying to keep your moans down.
âgood girl baby, thatâs exactly what I wanted to hearâ kuroo chuckles feeling you squeezing tightly around his finger. Kuroo then starts taking off your panties completely leaving you with only your white leg warmers on. He rubs your clit a little more before he leans down and starts kissing and licking your cunt. He puts your legs on his shoulder as he continues eating you like itâs his last dinner. âma pretty girl taste so goodâ kuroo looked up at you. His hair messy and his mouth dripping with your slick. He continues taking laps, licking and sucking every inch of your sweet cunny. âmgonna cum kuroo..â you say as you grip onto your pillow for support âcum on my face sweet girlâ his fingers deep inside you while he licks up you sweet nectar âah~!â you gasp, squirting all over kuroos face âmhm taste so good princessâ he moans into your pussy before he gets up, unzipping his slacks and discarding them somewhere in your room, he takes out his cock, framing it i front of you âbeen waiting for this. You ready to take me baby girl?â He smiles at your already fucked out face. My eyes widen seeing his size âk-kuroo i donât think itâs gonna fit..â I whine âoh baby Iâll make it fitâ he places himself at your entrance, slowly putting his tip in âawh fuck~â kuroo moans âah- kurooâ I yelp, ârelax baby, donât want your parents finding out what weâre doingâ kuroo says nonchalantly âg-go slowâ kuroo kisses your temple as he slowly guiding you down his cock âtaking me so good my slutty girlâ my glossy eyes meet his, a single tear falls down my cheek- âso tight for me sweet girl, I know it hurts baby I know-â you grip onto his shoulders as he starts thrusting into you. Your whimpers and moan fills your bedroom, you know your being too loud right now but you canât help it- not until kuroo grabs your panties from earlier and shoves it in your mouth to keep you shut âI told you to be quiet baby, canât you understand? Stupid girlâ he degrades you while thrusting more roughly into you âmsorryâ you try to mumble out. Kuroo thrust get more faster and his words become more harsh -not like you mind) the room filled with wet sounds of clapping, you stare up at the ceiling with your panties still in your mouth, mind going blurry as kuroo lips latch onto your nipples, sucking and lightly biting them. His mouth travels from your chest to your face, giving you wet kisses on your cheek. âfuck- Iâm gonna cum baby. Cum with me slutâ he whispers in my ear. I donât say anything back, too fucked out to even think. I just grip on his back tighter. His thrust move faster as he tightly grips onto your hips feeling his climax âIâm gonna cum inside you angel, gonna make sure your filled up with my kids when Iâm done with youâ I try whining in protest but gave up easily, nearing my climax. Kuroo grabs both my hands and put them above me, my whole body felt like jelly- my mind went blank when he finally came inside me. âGod-fuck baby you did so goodâ he moaned, taking the pantie out of my mouth with my saliva string attached to it. He kisses my lips before he pulled out of me. A pool of cum oozing out of me like a waterfall. You two lay there and cuddle for a while, too sore to move and too tired to stand. âWhat time is it?â Kuroo asked âlike 10:45â I replied looking at the clock âshit, I got practice tomorrow-fuck my parents are going to kill meâ he panicked for a bit âyou can stay over if you want.. Iâll just clean your clothes before tomorrowâ you offered ⊠âyou know what yeah Iâll just stay over tonightâ you both smile and lay there in silence. âSo do you want to go on a date with me? I know this really good spot to get grilled mackerelâ you smile and laugh âyeah, Iâd love tooâ kuroo pulls you in closer and puts the blanket over you two.
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A/N this is my first ever post/fic- I really hoped you guys enjoyed it!! I donât usually write do stuff like this but I really wanted to try something new (àčËÌ”áŽïżœïżœÌ”) itâs pretty fun (very time consuming but fun!)
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for @subeddieweek day two with the prompts cockwarming and first times
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One month.
One month was all it took for Eddie to fall entirely down the Steve rabbit hole.
They talked on the phone every night for a week after the school incident, and most of it wasnât even dirty.
And then Steve showed up at his door, much to the shock and awe of Eddie himself, and they started hanging out. Like friends.
It was weird, even Wayne thought so, but Eddie was gonna keep this going for as long as he could get away with.
One dayâ a Friday, Eddie would never forget âSteve showed up at nearly ten at night, much later than usual. He hadnât mentioned that heâd be by at all, even mentioned that he and Robin might hang out after their shift.
But there he was standing at Eddieâs door.
âNot that youâre not welcome, but uh, what are you doing here?â Eddie asked, standing at the door with his sweatpants on, torn up tank top hanging off of him in maybe the most unattractive way possible.
âSorry, I can go. I just um, I had kind of a bad day? Just needed to-â
âOh, you wanted weed? I just restocked, actually, even managed to grab a few edibles this time. Those are pretty rare for our neck of the woods, but Iâll slip you one for free if you promise not to tell anyone I pick favorites,â Eddie winked, backing up to let Steve in.
âNo, uh, not weed. Is your uncle home? I didnât see his truck,â Steve still stood at the door awkwardly, hands in his pockets.
âNope, working a couple night shifts this week to cover for his buddy. They keep talkinâ about switching him to nights permanently, but hopefully he says no. Heâs too old for that shit.â
Suddenly, his back met the wall behind him, shaking the mugs hanging up dangerously. The door slammed closed and Steveâs hands were on him again.
âUh-â
âRemember how we talked about the things we were into? And you said youâd never gotten to try much?â Steveâs breath was hot against Eddieâs face.
Eddieâs dick was twitching in his pants as he nodded.
âCould we try something?â
âWhat-â Eddie swallowed. âWhat did you wanna try?â
âYou remember when you said you wanted someone to use your mouth?â
Oh fuckinâ Christ.
He thought back to the conversation theyâd had only a week before, high out of their minds, talking about their experiences and what they were into, what they thought theyâd be into, what they werenât into at all. It was enlightening, and Eddie had stripped his cock until he was numb after Steve went home.
He admitted to Steve that there was something special about knowing the person who is using you cares about you, that youâve trusted this person enough to do whatever they want with you knowing that they would never go past your comfort zone on purpose. It wasnât necessarily about getting off, or even getting the other person off, it was just about knowing he could make someone feel good, be useful, cherish someone in a physical way.
Steve didnât have much to say to that, but did admit heâd always wondered if heâd be into cockwarming.
Eddie hadnât stopped thinking about it since.
âIâŠdo remember that, yes,â Eddieâs breath left him as Steve crowded him further against the wall, his arms resting on either side of Eddieâs head, boxing him in.
âYou wanna try that with me?â
Yeah, obviously. Eddie dreamed about this, literally for years. Sucking on Steveâs dick until he couldnât think of anything except the weight of it on his tongue? Sign him the fuck up.
But a small part of his brain still fought him on it, screaming that this was a bad idea, that nothing good could possibly come from being that vulnerable with someone he was pretty sure he was falling in love with.
âYou can say no,â Steve backed away an inch or so, gave him room to breathe, to think, goddammit.
Eddie could say no. He could remember that this wasnât a relationship, and probably never would be. They were friends, and Eddieâs unfortunate pining was not mutual.
Steve even said heâd had a bad day, probably just needed to let off some steam.
Eddie could help with that.
âNo, we can do it. Stoplight system?â Eddie asked. God, he was gonna regret this.
âYeah. One tap for green, two for yellow, three for red.â
Oh, yeah. He wouldnât be able to talk with Steveâs dick in his mouth. Right.
âWhere should we-â Eddie was nervous. His palms were sweaty, which was gross, and his heart was racing, which was probably close to a medical emergency.
âWhere are you most comfortable, Eds?â Steveâs hands grasped his, sweat and all, and Eddie felt himself relax against the wall.
âMy room.â
Steveâs lips brushed against his, reassuring in their silent strength. He led him down the short hallway to his bedroom, gently closing the door behind them.
Eddie let himself pretend that this was special, that this was only for them, that Steve never shared himself like this with anyone else. Heâd feel the pain of the truth tomorrow, when the sun brought it along as it rose and Eddie woke up alone.
For now, heâd be here with Steve, making him feel good.
âOn the bed or on your knees?â Steve asked, pushing his hair away from his face and holding his head steady so he couldnât look away. Somehow, Steve already knew him well enough to know that facing these things head on was a difficult task. He wouldnât let him run.
âKnees.â
If he was gonna have this, they should go all out.
Steve grabbed a pillow from Eddieâs bed, the one he always used when they were laying in it getting high together, and placed it on the floor. Eddie watched him unbutton his pants, no hint of shame or nerves.
Eddie felt like he was vibrating out of his skin, but Steve just seemed calm.
âIâm gonna sit here so we can find where itâs comfortable, okay?â Steve asked as he sat on the edge of Eddieâs bed, now naked from the waist down.
Eddie nodded, suddenly feeling shy. When had he ever been shy before?
âYouâve gotta use words, okay?â
âSorry, yeah. Thatâs fine.â
ââS fine.â Steve spread his legs so Eddie could kneel on the pillow between them. âLook at me.â
Fuck.
Eddie had sucked a dick before. On his knees even. But it was nothing like this, no one like Steve.
Steve was staring down at him with something similar to awe, and Eddie couldnât handle it.
What right did Steve have to look at him like that, from his place above, ready to be worshiped by a person who never learned how to look up at a god for guidance? How could he look down at Eddie on his knees and see anything worthy?
He wouldnât ask him, but he wondered.
He wondered how heâd crash back to earth after.
His cock was already hard, but there was no sense of urgency in the way Steveâs fingers scratched at his scalp. He wasnât tugging him closer, wasnât telling him to do anything.
He just watched and waited.
Eddie scooted in closer, not tearing his eyes from Steveâs, not wanting to lose this feeling yet.
He leaned in, bent over just enough at the waist to brush his lips against the tip of his cock, eyes still locked with Steve.
âYou can taste, baby.â
Fuck, again.
The whimper that escaped him was muffled by his lips closing around the tip, tongue pressing against the precum trying to drip down his length.
Heâd heard that Steve was confident, saw it firsthand in the school halls. He had no fucking clue that Steve could do this.
His hand in Eddieâs hair tightened, but he still didnât tug or push him further down on his cock. His eyes closed for a moment as he moaned.
Eddie wanted to drink that sound, find a way to swallow it with his cum, make it a part of him a ls a reminder that he made Steve sound like that. Steveâs eyes blinked open, pupils blown and cheeks flushed a soft pink.
âYour mouth is perfect. So lucky youâre letting me have this,â Steve muttered, sounding damn near delusional.
Eddie knew he was pretty good at this, but heâd barely even gotten Steve in his mouth. He knew Steve had a bit of a dry spell recently, but this was being a little dramatic.
But he let the praise wash over him anyways, settling into the warmth spreading through his chest and stomach at the words.
âTake what you can but donât suck. Just get used to it.â Steve was breathless as Eddie sunk further down.
He was big, but Eddie was already feeling a little cloudy, and heâd practiced on a lot of bananas back in the day, so he didnât stop until his nose was nestled against his pubes.
Steveâs chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hand flexing against the bedsheet to keep from flexing in his hair.
Eddie swallowed. Steve groaned.
âFuck, youâre so warm. Feel so good,â Steve looked down at him and smiled encouragingly. âYou good? Need to move?â
Eddie tapped once on Steveâs thigh.
âGood. Youâre doing so good. Just relax. I got you, baby,â Steve was barely speaking louder than a whisper, but the words sent vibrations through Eddieâs entire body.
He finally let his eyes close and let the thoughts fly away.
The only thing he could hear was the occasional intake of breath when Eddie swallowed around Steveâs cock. He didnât do it as often as he probably should, but it was hard to remember to do it until the spit was dripping from his mouth and making a mess.
Steve kept a hand in his hair the entire time, sometimes just a calm reminder that he was there paying attention and sometimes to dig his nails in and remind him where he was. Despite how he felt, he was still on the floor of his bedroom, making sure Steveâs cock stayed hard and warm in his mouth.
He sometimes found the energy to swirl his tongue around the sides, cataloging the whines that left Steveâs lips when he did.
The world didnât exist beyond the feeling of Steveâs cock on his tongue and the sounds Steve let out. Eddie slowly let his head fall to the side, resting on Steveâs thigh, only managing to keep half of Steveâs length inside when he did.
But Steve just pet his hair, traced his cheeks and lips, whispered that he was doing good.
Eddie drifted far, but Steve knew exactly when to pull him back.
âHey, Eds,â he said softly. âLetâs give your mouth a rest, okay?â
Steveâs hand gently pulled Eddieâs head away, a quiet popping noise making it obvious when Steveâs cock fell from his lips.
He whined and pushed forward, trying to get it back in his mouth. He didnât wanna be done. He liked floating here with Steve.
âI know, baby. You did so good. But itâs time to take a break.â Steveâs thumb rubbed against his cheek, pausing at the corner of his mouth before pushing in. Eddie moaned, sucking it further in so he didnât feel so empty. âIf youâre good, Iâll fuck your face and come in your mouth.â
Well, Eddie could be good if that was the reward.
Steve pulled his thumb from his mouth and rested his hand against his cheek.
He watched as Eddie slowly came back to himself, to the world around them, to Steve.
âHey, Eds,â soft, fond, too much for Eddie.
âHey, Stevie,â too in love, too infatuated, too obsessed.
âColor?â
âGreen.â
âGood.â Steveâs smile was distracting, and Eddie couldnât look away even if he wanted to. An explosion could happen behind him and heâd still only have eyes for Steve. âCan I get my mouth on you?â
Wait.
What?
Steve wantedâŠheâŠwhat?
âItâs okay to say no, Eddie. It just looks like you could use it,â Steve glanced down at Eddieâs lap. Eddie lifted his head from Steveâs thigh to see what he meant and was actually surprised to see his own cock tenting his pants, a dark wet spot making it very obvious how much heâd been leaking. âI can take care of you. You earned it, Eds.â
See, the thing is, no one had ever sucked Eddieâs dick. Not a single person heâd fooled around with had returned the favor because they were âin a rushâ or it âwasnât the domâs job.â Eddie wasnât stupid; He knew those were just excuses for them to get off and run.
But Steve Harrington of all people offering to suck him off. What fucking universe was he living in?
âNo, I-â Eddie was gonna just have to admit it. âNo oneâs ever done that for me. So it may be over quick.â
Steveâs eyes widened. âNo one? But you said- youâve done some of this stuff before.â
âYeah, yeah. But like, only giving, never receiving? I mean one handjob in a bathroom stall once, but the guy didnât even spit in his hand first. I like pain, but that wasâŠnot the best.â Eddie scrunched up his nose at the reminder of the sensitivity he felt for two days after that. Hopefully the guy learned some basic manners for the next poor guy he got his hand on. âI donât wanna disappoint you.â
The floating sensation heâd had was mostly gone now, replaced with nerves and an overwhelming need to please Steve.
âYou wouldnât. The only thing that would disappoint me is if I didnât make you feel good.â Steve turned Eddieâs face back up towards him. âI donât care if it takes five seconds or five hours. I wanna make you come.â
Eddie should actually say no. This would be the final nail in the coffin, he could tell. If Steve got his mouth on him, no one else would ever live up to it, and since he could never keep Steve permanently, he should say no.
âOkay.â
Steveâs face lights up, his grin contagious as Eddie smiles back at him.
âGet on the bed,â Steve orders, though the smile stops him from sounding demanding. âMake yourself comfy.â
Of all the times Eddie had pictured Steve in his bed, it was not like this. Heâd always pictured himself being thrown around, fucked until he was begging to stop from oversensitivity, riding Steve until his legs were shaking too much to keep going. Heâd pictured waking up to Steve entering his still stretched hole, after hours of being fucked the night before.
Heâd never pictured having Steveâs mouth on him, hadnât dared to.
Eddie did what Steve asked, keeping himself near the center of the bed so Steve had plenty of room.
Steve leaned over him, covering his entire body, his chest hair brushing against Eddieâs and making goosebumps appear across his skin. It was already too much, even without pressure on his cock.
Lips against his neck, teeth biting into his skin with just enough pressure to leave marks. Hands sliding down his sides and pulling his sweats off his hips. A groan as Steve took in Eddieâs length as it twitched against his stomach.
âYouâre perfect.â
The words sunk deep into Eddieâs brain, making a home there for him to find comfort during the times when he forgot that he was good.
Steveâs lips trailed down his chest. He didnât move slowly, probably could guess that Eddie was too close for teasing or taking his time with him.
âYou can come whenever you want, okay? Donât wait for permission. This is your permission.â
God, this was gonna be so embarrassing. Hopefully, Steve meant what he said.
And if he didnât, hopefully he at least had the decency to not make fun of him.
Steve nipped at his hip, pressing small kisses across his stomach before licking at his tip.
Eddieâs thighs tensed and his hands gripped the sheets under him.
Just breathe.
Steveâs hands pushed his legs further apart, as far as they would go with his sweats still half on.
Eddie knew he was good at giving head. There were few things he was confident about, but that was one of them. That, and his guitar playing.
But Steve was incredible.
He was born for this.
He knew exactly how to swirl his tongue, exactly how much to suck before taking more.
When he moaned with Eddie halfway down his throat, it was over.
It was a damn shame, too. Eddie wanted to experience hours of this.
But it felt too good and Steve did tell him to come as soon as he needed to.
Steve didnât even choke when he came down his throat, just moaned again and swallowed it.
Eddie did his best not to buck his hips up, but he was only human, and Steve was still sucking well past the point of his orgasm being over. He was sensitive, okay?
Finally, when Eddie managed to get a hand in Steveâs hair and tug gently, he let Eddieâs softening cock fall from his mouth as he looked up grinning.
âWas that okay?â he had the audacity to ask, as if he hadnât just sucked the soul out of Eddieâs cock.
âNo, it sucked,â Eddie deadpanned, surprisingly breathless still.
âHa.â Steve moved back up his body, covering him. âBut seriously. Was it good?â
âStevie, I have absolutely nothing to compare it to except fantasies and you outdid those. So yeah. Iâd say it was good,â Eddie closed his eyes, smiling to himself as he felt Steveâs weight press on him from above.
Lips brushed against his forehead and then Steveâs weight was gone.
âNo, come back,â Eddie opened his eyes and reached his hands out, searching for Steveâs skin.
âIâm just grabbing you a drink, Eds.â
A drink? Eddie didnât need a drink.
Well, maybe he did. His throat was a little scratchy, and he felt a bit lightheaded.
Steve was back before he could do a full evaluation on his bodyâs needs, glass of water in hand.
He couldnât help the ogling, and he wouldnât deny thatâs what he was doing if asked.
Steve was still hard, cock straining against his underwear. Eddie should do something about that.
âWill you fuck my face?â He asked before he even took a sip of the water Steve handed him.
âMaybe if you drink all of that water,â Steve slid into bed next to him, turning on his side as he watched Eddie take a few sips. âDonât want you to drop.â
âI wonât. Iâm good,â Eddie was not too good for begging, especially not when he still felt tingles up and down his spine as Steve kept his eyes on him.
âI know youâre good, but doing too much at once can hurt you so weâre gonna take a minute.â
He knew Steve was right, but he felt better than ever. He was ready.
He still didnât argue, knew better than to risk Steve saying no altogether.
Steve held the water as Eddie settled further into the sheets, moving the pillow so his head was resting against it, but still sitting up enough to avoid falling asleep.
Or so he thought.
The moment his head hit the pillow, his eyes felt heavy.
Steveâs voice was distant as he asked if he was okay.
âJusâ restinâ my eyes,â Eddie mumbled.
âSounds good, baby.â
If Eddie were more awake, he probably would have heard the smirk in Steveâs tone, maybe wouldâve realized that Steve was aware he was losing a battle he didnât even know he was fighting.
He slipped into unconsciousness with Steveâs fingers in his hair and his warmth in his bed.
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