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havecourage-darling · 3 years ago

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Teenage Dirtbag

Pairing: Eddie Munson x short, plus-sized, girly-ish, female reader.

WC: ~9K

Warnings: cursing, eddie being a lil bit of a horndog, unrequited but not unrequited love

A/N: This song screamed Eddie Munson to me and I had to write it, I don't know what to say for myself lmao I thought it was going to be 1K at most. Welp.

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Eddie Munson knew he wasn’t the smartest person in town. He was far from the dumbest, Jason Carver took that title by a landslide.

In fact, Eddie would dare to say he was actually pretty intelligent. He wasn’t book smart, not with subjects he didn’t give a shit about, but he had common sense. Which, clearly, wasn’t so common – especially in Hawkins.

However, even Eddie had to admit that he was the dumbest son of a bitch on this planet sometimes.

The primary example was when he managed to fall in love with you, his English tutor.

After Eddie had bombed the first major test – on his second go at his senior year – his teacher had assigned him a mandatory tutor.

“I know you think I don’t like you,” Ms. O'Donnell said, her sharp eyes softening when Eddie snorted, “but I want you to succeed. You’re smarter than you let on and I can see that.”

“Don’t feel bad. All teachers hate me,” Eddie joked, a thread of truth to it.

“Well not me,” she said, “and to prove it to you – I’m going to assign you a tutor.”

What? “Aw, come on,” Eddie groaned, “I’ll do better on the next one!”

Ms. O’Donnell rolled her eyes. “That’s what you said all last year. I was the one who signed off on you using my classroom for Hellfire Club you know. It’s been four years and I’ve seen some of the things you come up with. You’re good at writing, Mr. Munson. You just need to apply yourself.”

Wait, she knew about some of his campaigns? “Which I’ll do from now on!” The comical expression on her face indicated that Eddie was not getting through to her.

“Trust me,” she said, “she took my advanced placement course as a sophomore. She’s a senior, like you, and she’s willing to do it as a favor to me.”

“Is this mandatory?” Eddie winced when his teacher’s sharp gaze returned.

“Yes,” she said, her expression softening when Eddie slumped. “I’ll make you a deal, just let her tutor you for the next quiz. If you get higher than a C, with genuine effort, you can opt out.”

“Deal,” Eddie sighed.

And now here he was, four months later and definitely more than one aced quiz later, with you in your first sundress of the season. Eddie had been waiting for you at the library, the same table in the back – hidden behind the cookbook shelves – when you walked in. The thin straps drew his attention first, his eyes trailing down to the neckline which exposed the swell of your breasts in a way that had Eddie shifting nervously in his seat.

You’d apologized, sitting down hastily, your breath coming out in quick pants. Your car hadn’t started this morning so you had to ask Dustin, your neighbor, to borrow his bike to get here.

The image of you biking in that dress was something that he didn’t know he needed.

Like always, you pulled out your battered copy of The Great Gatsby and got to work. Eddie had read the book, you’d been right – he did like it – but spent most of the first hour watching you explain the chapters he’d been assigned.

There was just something about the way your eyes lit up when you started rambling about literary terms and characterization. You tended to speak with your hands, cherry-colored nails flying as you waved a hand in the air.

Oh, you were saying his name. “Are you listening Eddie?” You asked, eyes shooting him a knowing look.

“Shortcake, I always listen to every word you say,” Eddie joked, winking. A flustered expression overtook your face and Eddie watched your fingers come up to your hair, a sure sign that his comment had hit. He hated the rush of serotonin that gave him.

See? Complete dumbass behavior.

“Pay attention, you have a quiz next week and then we start working on your final paper,” you said, tapping his hand softly. The warmth of your skin sent an electric current up his arm and straight to his chest. “Here, I brought an outline of what I thought would be good topics for you to choose from. I’m partial to Shakespeare – oh don’t give me that look – but I listed other options too. Let me see if they finally got that book that I was looking for.”

Eddie nodded and failed to avert his eyes as you walked away. Your hips swayed as the black patterned dress rippled with your movement.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. Eddie glanced at the paper you’d handed him, your handwriting neat and precise. He’d been dreading meeting you when Ms. O’Donnell had mentioned your name. You weren’t a cheerleader but you basically friends with the whole squad. He’d seen you at parties when he was selling, you always seemed nice but Eddie knew from experience that the popular crowd were just vultures waiting for a sign of weakness. Eddie wasn’t going to be stupid enough to expose any.

“Oh, hey, Lucas!” Your voice carried from a few shelves away. Eddie straightened. “I haven’t seen you since the last campaign!”

Eddie couldn’t hear what Lucas answered but your quiet laughter sent the equally stupid butterflies in his ribcage into chaos. Eddie fought a groan and pinched the bridge of his nose. Honestly, he could hardly be at fault when you had the audacity to have a laugh as cute as that.

“Did you look over the outline? Oh, are you okay?” You asked, eyes pinched in concern. Eddie shook his head, his hair settling around his shoulders.

“I’m fine, just a little tired,” he lied. “Was that Sinclair I heard?”

You beamed at him and Eddie swore he felt his heart stop in his chest. Jesus H. Christ, he was going to send you the bill when you sent him to the ER. “It was! I can’t believe he’s taller than me now,” you said, wrinkling your nose when Eddie laughed, “oh shut up. I meant, I used to babysit them. They were all little munchkins a few minutes ago. Now they’re freshman. That’s wild.”

“Calm down there, grandma,” Eddie retorted as you rolled your eyes, “besides, it’s not exactly hard to be taller than you nowadays shortcake.”

Eddie could tell you were trying your best to bite back a grin. “You know, I’m the one who brought your grade up from a F to a B minus, you should be nicer to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you your highness?” Eddie swooned, hands on chest, as he leaned back in his chair. “How can I ever thank you for saving me?”

“By passing your last quiz of the year,” you said dryly, eyes lighting up, “and maybe picking Macbeth for your final essay.”

Eddie snorted. “Not likely.”

“And that’s how you treat your hero?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes.

Fuck, those should come with a goddamn warning.

“How about I make you a mixtape?” Eddie joked, chewing at the end of his pen and giving your outline another look.

Your face, however, completely lit up. “Deal!”

“What?” Eddie stammered, dropping the pen from his mouth.

“No take-backs Munson!” You laughed, shrinking when the librarian shot you a look. Eddie huffed a laugh at your contrite expression and watched you turn back to him. “You get a passing grade on these last two assignments and you make me a mixtape as a physical form of your eternal gratitude.”

“Shortcake, I don’t think we have the same music tastes,” he said, eyeing the Walkman you’d left at the corner of the table with your bag.

A haughty look cross your face and the stupid butterflies slammed into his small intestine painfully. “How would you know?” You asked. “You barely ask me anything outside of English.” The second part was quieter, almost involuntary and Eddie was suddenly struck by something.

Eddie had never pushed for anything more than you had freely given. He tried not to ask about what you were doing, what you liked, or what your weekend plans were. You’d smile to him in the hallways at school but you had completely different schedules so you rarely saw each other. Besides, Eddie had an ingrained self-preservation intuition and vehemently avoided any contact with the popular crowd.

While Eddie was not a betting man, he took calculated risks. You were – beyond the ability to analyze. But…the way your face had twisted, maybe he’d gotten his signals wrong? Had you wanted him to be your friend? He’d always assumed you were doing this to fulfill some extracurricular activity. Wouldn’t you be…embarrassed to be seen with him?

“Alright sweetheart,” Eddie said eventually, “educate me then.”

You stuck out your tongue, breaking the tension and tucked your Walkman into your bag. “Too late. You snooze you lose Munson,” you said, packing up your stuff. Eddie glanced at his watch and was once again astounded to realize two hours had flown by.

“I’ll see you next week at the same time?” You asked. “Drop your paper outline in my locker and I’ll take a look at it so we have something to cover.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” Eddie saluted.

“Oh,” you said, hand elbow deep in your bag, “you see Mike tomorrow, right? At Hellfire?”’

Eddie frowned, unsure. “Yeah?”

“Can you give him these?” You asked, dropping a set of die in his hands. “He wanted to borrow my old set.”

Glancing at the well cared for set in his hand, Eddie gaped. “Are these holographic?”

You grinned and pulled your backpack onto your shoulders. “Yeah! Dustin got them for me for my birthday a while ago. They’re custom! He painted them for me.”

Eddie felt his throat dry up and was almost positive he’d floated up into the stratosphere. Seriously, a semitruck could’ve trampled him and he would’ve been less surprised.

“You coming?” You asked, totally unaware of how close Eddie was to offering you his heart on a platter.

Spurred into action, Eddie pocketed the set carefully and grabbed his bag. “Yeah, I- I’m coming.” He took in your carefully stacked bracelets and dainty necklace. Your pink sandals echoed in the hallway as you made your way to the familiar bike chained outside. How did someone like you play dnd?

“Dustin taught me,” you said as you walked the bike next to his van.

“What?”

You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and squinting a little at the sun in your eyes. The air in his lungs caught at the sight of your skin in the light. Were you holographic? “Dustin and the other kids I babysat taught me how to play. I’m not very good,” you admitted sheepishly, “that’s why I never told you.”

“Oh,” he said, because his brain still wasn’t totally back from its trip into space.

“I’m an elf rogue,” you said, shrugging, “Will said it suits me since I used to practice archery.”

Eddie bit down on his cheek hard enough to almost draw blood. He fought every nerve in his body to not glare at the sky. Really universe? Really? Was his daily pining not enough?

“You’re a box of surprises, aren’t you, shortcake?” Eddie said, rocking on his heels.

You grinned. “I’m rusty at that too. My aunt lives in Indianapolis and she’s won a few competitions in archery. I’d stay with her over the summer breaks and she taught me. It was fun to run around thinking I was some kind of mini-Hawkeye or something.”

At that, he couldn’t hide his surprise. “Marvel?”

“I told you,” you said, looking incredibly flustered, as your eyes went down to your feet, “I babysat Dustin. For years. Some of it stuck.”

Say something, he urged, voice stuck in his throat.

“Uh, so I’m going to go,” you said, bright smile back on your face.

Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “Do you want a ride?” He asked, gesturing to his van. Great, that’s the best he could come up with?

You turned your smile in his direction and Eddie almost stumbled at the power of it. Jesus, he really needed to get a grip on himself. This couldn’t be healthy.

Nodding, you’d taken a step towards him when a loud honk popped the bubble you both were tucked into. Eddie glanced over your shoulder and felt reality sucker punch him in the throat.

“Hey baby!” Nick shouted, torso almost hanging out that stupid Camaro window. “I’ve been looking for you. Your sister said you’d be here.”

Aaaand that was the second reason he was a complete dumbass.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, looking embarrassed. “Thanks for the offer.”

“Mhmm, see ya,” Eddie said, darting towards his van and completely missing your look.

Eddie started his van and shot out of the parking lot. He risked a glance in his rearview mirror and immediately regretted it. You were tucked into the quarterback’s arms, his face ducking down to yours, and Eddie tightened his hold on the steering wheel.

You had a boyfriend – a jock no less – because of course you did, since when did life ever like to be fair to him? Why would it ever start now? Eddie scrambled for the cigarette carton in his passenger’s seat and lit one up. Nick Jackson had been the one who almost broke Gareth’s nose last year in gym class. Nick Jackson would absolutely kick his ass if he knew how gone he was on his girlfriend.

What type of asshole had two first names anyway? And how the hell had he managed to land someone like you?

He knew the answer, obviously, but he was still in shock despite the fact that Eddie had seen you two together for the past month.

Whatever. Fuck high school. The second he had that diploma in his hands he was driving out of here and not looking back.

Eddie was over school. He’d finally gotten the news that he’d been given the green light to graduate and the first person he wanted to tell was you.

So, to mediate that, he decided to skip his last two classes and gone out to the picnic table in the woods behind the school to smoke. Taking another drag, Eddie leaned back onto the rough wood table and snorted. Who would’ve thought? He’d known ’86 was going to be his year.

Although it was in no small part thanks to you. Eddie had seen you this morning – dressed in a blue ruffled skirt, with a cardigan and a shirt that hid absolutely none of your curves. He’d felt like someone had slammed a locker door in his face, blood rushing to the bottom half of his body.

The sound of a branch snapping had Eddie jumping up, instinctively flinging the joint off towards the trees. He turned towards the sound, excuse on the tip of his tongue, when his throat closed. You stood there, shy smile on your face, hands gripping your bags strap tightly.

“Hey Munson,” you said, motioning to the table. “Can I join you?”

“Uh, yeah shortcake, please,” he gestured grandly to the old, rusted table like it was worth a million bucks. “Welcome to my hide out. Uh, sorry for the smell and the smoke.”

You laughed, eyes wrinkling and mouth turning up like he was hilarious. “I actually wanted to ask if I could buy some off of you,” you scrunched your nose and Eddie felt his heart stop. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“What?” Eddie smacked his hand to his chest exaggeratedly. “Me? Make fun? Of you? I’m insulted.”

“Ah yes, because you’re so friendly,” you joked. “I’ve never smoked before so could you sell me something already rolled?”

Eddie grinned. “You’re in luck shortcake,” he said, patting his denim vest for the bag he knew was keeping for later, “I’ve got some for you right here.”

“How much?” You asked, searching for your wallet.

Waving off your offer, Eddie dropped it onto your bag. “Consider it a thank you for helping me get to graduation.”

You froze, eyes darting up to his and Eddie couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. “Oh my God, Eddie, don’t joke with me about this.”

“I’m not!” He laughed, opening his arms and throwing his head back. “I’m finally fucking out of here!”

Without warning, you threw your arms around him. Eddie stumbled, more than a little surprised, and stilled for a second. His arms, however, were much smarter and quicker than the rest of him because they settled immediately on the curves of your hips. You squeezed him tightly, your fingers scratching almost subconsciously at his back in soothing circles. “I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it Eddie, I knew it.”

Eddie leaned back to see that you were beaming, eyes bright and smile so wide it looked like it could crack your face in two. The sun pierced through the shade of the trees, landing on you like a natural spotlight – because of course it did. “Well, it’s mostly thanks to you. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said. Which, was a hundred percent true.

He watched your eyes drift down his face, and for a millisecond he could’ve sworn they landed on his lips, but before he could confirm – you’d darted away. Hands fluttering down your pink cardigan, you soothed out the non-existent wrinkles and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I didn’t mean – I know people hate when I – I’m sorry.”

“When you what?” Eddie furrowed his brows, confused. “Don’t be sorry.”

You wrung your hands together and Eddie hated how small you tried to become. “I – uh, Nick hated when I just hugged him out of nowhere,” you sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Reason number one that jock was a dumbass. If Eddie had the chance, he’d cling to you like a goddamn koala.

“Hey, what’d I say? We’re friends, right?” Eddie asked, ducking to try and catch your eyes.

“Are we?” You said, surprised.

Eddie clutched his heart, looking down at his hands as if there were blood, and blinked at you. “I didn’t know you came here to shoot me straight through the heart.”

A beat of silence echoed in the clearing before you laughed, delighted by his antics. Eddie smiled at your joy; you were one of the only people in his life that never complained about his general over the top flair. “I’m sorry,” you said, tone adorably earnest. “I didn’t mean it like that – I thought, well, I thought you didn’t want to be friends with me.”

He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t but he let out an unattractive laugh and shot you a look. “Shortcake, if anyone was embarrassed to be seen with the other it’s definitely not me.”

An indignant sort of expression settled in your entire body. Eddie watched you, fascinated. He’d never seen you be anything but a human personification of a sunbeam.

“I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you,” you huffed, crossing your arms and Eddie’s eyes darted to the top of your head. Jesus Christ. He was not going to stare at your chest like a fucking pervert. He was not. Completely oblivious to his plight, you continued huffing. “I’ve tried to say hi to you like three times since I started tutoring you. You always looked like I was a lion who’d caught a mouse.”

“Because popular kids don’t talk to the outcasts, sweetheart. Don’t take it personally,” he sighed, “it’s a self-preservation tactic.”

You blinked at him. Eddie cringed internally – of course he fucked this up not even two minutes in. He scrambled to think of a way to rectify it when you sighed.

“Nick said he didn’t want me tutoring you anymore,” you said quietly.

Eddie didn’t know he could hear a heart shatter but he was positive that his just fell to the floor beneath him. That asshole. Didn’t he have enough? Thanks a lot universe.

“He said it wasn’t becoming of me to keep doing this so he wanted me to stop. I knew it was because he didn’t like you though,” you admitted.

Sighing, Eddie sat back down onto the table and pulled out another joint. Lighting it up he took a drag and blew the smoke towards his left. “So, I guess this is goodbye?”

A bird nearby sang, as if knowing he needed a soundtrack for this car crash waiting to happen. “No, you idiot,” you snapped, “I broke up with him.”

Everything tilted sideways and Eddie was sure someone had smacked him in the head with something. Maybe his hearing was off? “I’m sorry, I think I had a small seizure. Did you say you broke up with him?”

You nodded, coming over to sit across from him. “I never really liked him that much anyway. Chrissy thought we’d be cute together but I’m pretty sure I’m not his ideal type.”

“What, why is perfect too intimidating for him?” Eddie asked, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them. Jesus fucking – just take him out. Universe? You can take me out now! He screamed internally.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, ducking your head. Eddie saw the pleased smile on your face before you hid it away and it sent a stupidly happy pang through his body. “I meant, well – you know.”

“I really don’t.”

Sighing, you motioned to your body. “You know, someone skinny enough to be a flier on the cheerleading team.”

Eddie felt his spine solidify. “Did he…did he say that to you?” He asked, his vision darkening. “That absolute fucking shithead.” What an asshole. Not only did he have the hottest girl in the entire fucking town but he was taking jabs at you? Eddie wanted to punch something.

“Wait!” Your cool hand wrapped around his wrist and Eddie hadn’t even realized he’d stood and walked in the direction of the school. “Munson! It’s okay – he didn’t say it out loud! Holy shit you’re a lot stronger than you look.”

Eddie felt you wrap your torso around his arm in an attempt to stop him. Your chest pressed against his bicep and Eddie had to close his eyes and think of his great-aunt. A soft poke to his cheek had him looking down at you, amused. You looked like a squirrel clinging to a tree. With a slow nod, he let you walk him to the bench.

“Was that a dig at my body?” He asked. “Do I look weak?”

A mortified expression settled on your face and you immediately shook your head. “That’s not what I meant at all! I just – I meant, I’m – oh, you’re teasing me,” you said, exhaling a loud breath. “I hate you.”

Smiling, Eddie bumped your shoulder with his. “No, you don’t.”

“There’s no hurt feelings, I promise,” you told him, referring to Nick, “I wasn’t what he wanted and he wasn’t what I wanted.”

“Yeah?” Eddie took another drag of his discarded joint. “What’s your type? Swim team? Basketball team? Wait, soccer player.”

You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder again. “No,” you said, crossly. “I don’t know. For starters maybe someone who doesn’t think Metallica is just random noise.”

Eddie sighed. He looked up at the sky, a common occurrence at this point, and wondered if whoever was up there was having fun torturing him. You played dnd and you liked Metallica. Sure. Why not? He hoped Mother Nature or God, or whoever, was having a great laugh at his expense.

“I had you pinned for a Madonna girl,” he said eventually, reeling in the affection that seemed to be pouring off him in waves.

“I am, I like a ton of music,” you said, “I’m not condescending with my music tastes.”

Gaping, Eddie shot you a look and fought his smile at your mischievous look. You were going to be the death of him.

“Hi Wayne!” Your voice floated through the front door. Eddie straightened, eyes darting around the room to make sure anything embarrassing was hidden away.

“Hi honey. You know you don’t have to bring me something every time you come over,” he said, sounding pleased. Eddie rolled his eyes. In the past two months, you and Eddie had become fast friends. In fact, Eddie didn’t know how he’d gone almost the entire second half of the school year without bombarding you with questions.

He wanted to know everything about you – he’d take any crumble you’d give him. You’d shown up to Hellfire a few times, went to movies together, and religiously showed up to the Hideout to see him play. Eddie wasn’t sure he remembered his life before you. So, obviously, like nephew like uncle and Wayne had instantly loved you the way Eddie had.

“Munson, you better be decent,” you said, not waiting for an answer and kicking the door down.

“If you really want to see me in a state of undress so badly, all you have to do is ask shortcake,” he said, loving the flustered expression he could draw out of you so quickly.

“I hate you,” you said, daintily sitting on his bed and handing him a napkin full of cookies. You’d made it a habit of baking on the days you were coming over and while Eddie definitely appreciated it – he knew you were bringing them to Wayne. Who, like Eddie, completely fell for your sincerity.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to get to sleep at night is fine with me,” Eddie said, eagerly throwing half the cookie into his mouth. “Denial isn’t healthy though.” He winked.

“Jesus, does this have an off button?” You grumbled, flopping down onto his bed.

Eddie gave himself five seconds to appreciate the way your skirt hitched up higher on your thighs as you laid down, the bright purple material easily the most colorful thing in his room. He felt his eyes glaze over a little, imagining his teeth sinking into the meaty part of your inner thigh, the noises you’d made. Suddenly, you shot up, and Eddie tried his best to look like he wasn’t just being a goddamn pervert.

“Oh, I love this song!” You said, eyes lighting up.

His heart tripped over itself at the sight but he tilted his head and realized he’d left his stereo on as he was stitching a new patch, one you’d gotten him last week onto his vest.

When you know that your time is close at hand

Maybe then you'll begin to understand

Life down here is just a strange illusion

“That’s Iron Maiden,” Eddie said, stupidly.

You rolled your eyes. “I know, shithead,” you joked and Eddie blinked – he didn’t know why the way you cursed like a sailor was still so strange to him. Someone who wore pastels, bright colors, was in track to be valedictorian, and had a smile that rivaled the sun wasn’t someone who he’d thought would be ready to swing at the first sight of conflict. “We’ve been over your music superiority complex already, remember? I’m a woman of many interests.”

Eddie grumbled. You were right – you’d been the one who had bought him Metallica’s new album at the record store downtown when it’d just released. He thought he’d have to fight his way into getting his hands on it but, like always, you were there.

“So, do you remember how much you love me?” You asked, teasing. Eddie’s pathetic heart thumped against his ribcage and he glanced up at you.

“Why does that sound like the prelude to something I’m going to hate?”

You smiled, batting your eyelashes, and pressing your folded hands under your chin. “I need someone to go to the mall with me on Saturday. Pretty, pretty, please? I’ll do anything you want!”

Eddie’s brain short circuited for brief moment, imagining the list of things he’d both dreamed and would trade his soul to be able to do to you before he realized you were waiting for an answer. “Shortcake, I treasure our friendship but there are some things my fading sanity can’t take.”

You quirked a brow and Eddie had to fight not to visible react to your pout. He often wondered how it’d feel if he bit down on it. “Eddie?”

“Sorry, what?” He shook his head, returning back to the present.

“I said, and the mall would zap the last bit of sanity you had?”

Eddie nodded emphatically. “I’m not that strong.”

“Well, despite your complete betrayal,” Eddie rolled his eyes, “Nancy said she’d go with me and helped me find a dress. I just wanted to see if you’d come with.”

“A dress?” Eddie asked. “You going somewhere fancy?”

Laughing, you shot him an incredulous look. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, where are you going?”

“Prom, Eddie,” you said with a weird look on your face, “aren’t you going?”

At that, Eddie snorted. “Me? At prom?”

“I mean, I’ll be there – so will Robin and Nancy. Gareth and Jeff told me they’re going too,” you mumbled.

“I – do you want me to go?” Eddie asked, confused. “I can drop you off and pick you up if you want. My chariot is your chariot.”

Something flashed across your face but it was gone before Eddie could decipher it.

“Oh, no, thanks. I think Robin’s getting a ride from Harrington and they’ll give me a lift,” you said.

Eddie hated how well you and Steve got along. He shouldn’t have been surprised, considering he ran in the circle you did, but when he introduced you to his friends, he hadn’t expected how quickly you bonded. It’d taken him four and half months to hurl himself out of the acquaintance zone and Steve did it in five minutes.

“Sure,” Eddie said, going back to sewing a new patch onto his vest and trying not to stab himself.

“Would you go if I asked?” You said after a beat of silence.

He was almost sure he’d snapped something important in his neck with the speed in which he turned to you. At his expression, you straightened. “I mean, like would you go to prom and hang out with us? You don’t need to go with me.”

Deflating, Eddie tried not to let it show. Of course, you hadn’t asked him to go with you. You probably had a date or at the very least someone interested. Even then, he didn’t want to lie to you.

“Yeah, shortcake, I’d go if you asked me to.”

The smile on your face was small and grew gradually into something blinding. His heart flipped, the butterflies yawned awake, and Eddie sighed. He was pathetic.

Eddie knew his strengths and weaknesses. Thanks to Wayne, he was pretty decent at fixing cars. He knew more about music than most people he’d come across. And when it came to guitar? He wasn’t humble enough to deny how good he was. However, he was blatantly aware that math and science were subjects from the depth of hell. His driving had been criticized once or twice, and, he wasn’t that great at sounding particularly eloquent.

He'd never been more aware of that than in this exact moment. Eddie was leaning against Steve’s car. His red BMW was recently cleaned and Steve was hanging out the driver’s window, telling him about his most recent date. The tie around his neck felt like it was choking him but he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t due to the anticipation.

Wheeler and Byers stood by their car, fumbling with her corsage and his tie. Robin’s front door opened and she came bounding out, her suit a bright blue that fit her perfectly. Her hair had been curled and she only seemed to wobble once on her heels as she made her way to the car.

“Man, if I don’t break my ankle before the end of the night,” she muttered, leaning on Eddie for support. He helped her catch her balance and smiled when she flushed at the compliments from everyone.

“You look good Buckley,” he told her, nudging her with his elbow.

Robin beamed. “You clean up well too,” she said, pulling at the suit he’d borrowed from Wayne. It was a little too big but Nancy had assured him no one would be able to tell. “I see you couldn’t resist,” she said bumping his converse with her pointy heel. “Why do you get to wear comfy shoes? She wouldn’t let me go in mine!”

“Because it ruins the look, Rob!” Your voice said from the front steps. Eddie glanced up and immediately felt the world freeze. Your dress was…molded onto your body. It was a long, lavender, flowy thing. It dipped low in the back and Eddie sighed. If the neckline was enough to give him a stroke, the back was going to have him flatlining. Your heels clicked against the stone as you hugged Robin’s parents goodbye.

“For fuck’s sake,” Eddie said under his breath, “that’s just not fair.”

Robin and Harrington, clearly heard him, snorted. “Careful there Munson, you’ll drop too much of a hint of how deeply in love with her you are if you keep that up.”

Eddie’s jaw snapped and he turned to glare at Robin. “What?” She said after Harrington snorted. “It’s true. They’re idiots.”

“Let them figure it out themselves,” Steve said. “We promised.”

“It’s infuriating,” Robin said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re both infuriating.”

“Alright, I’m all set,” you said, leaning forward to squeeze Steve’s hand. “Thanks for the ride, Steve.”

“No problem, you wanna ride with me or Byers?” Steve asked, settling into the seat.

Turning to him, he saw the question in your eyes and he cleared his throat. “Uh, wherever you want to,” he croaked.

Robin snickered and headed towards the passenger seat. Eddie shot her a glare but was interrupted by your hand on his arm. “You look great,” you said quietly as you waved to Jonathan. They honked at you as they took off down the street. “Thank you for coming.”

“For you? Anything,” he said, his tone a little too sincere than what he meant it to be. The blinding smile on your face after though, made it worth it. “You look…incredible,” he finished lamely. He heard hushed laughter from the car and fought the urge to scratch the back of his neck.

“Thanks,” you said, picking up the bottom of your dress in one hand. “I was worried I’d look dumb but Nancy was adamant this was my dress.”

Eddie needed to get Wheeler a gift. “Remind me to thank her because, shortcake?” You glanced up at him. “That dress was made for you.”

With a shy and pleased smile, you slid into the backseat and settled close to Eddie. Holy shit, you smelled amazing. Eddie barely managed to keep from dropping his nose to the crook of your neck. He slowly dropped his arm over your shoulders and grinned when you leaned into him.

Grabbing a parking spot near the entrance, Steve pulled into the school. Hopping out, he offered his arm to Robin who took it gladly.

“Are you guys ready for the last night of your high school career?” Steve asked, eyes on the doors.

“Yeah,” Robin said, “fuck this place.”

Eddie bumped her fist and you grinned. “After party at your house, Harrington?” You asked.

He knew you had to have been invited to a few afterparties – Robin had promised to make an appearance at the house of some kid from band. He’d heard you tell Nancy that you’d be going with Robin. Steve had assured him that they’d tag along too.

“More like the after after party when you two are drunk off shitty vodka,” Steve said motioning to Robin, who rolled her eyes and made a silly face.

“It happens one time…”

Nancy waved a hand in the air before disappearing through the doors. “Come on!” She shouted over her shoulder. You huffed a laugh and linked your arm through his.

“Ready?”

“Not really, but I’ll follow you into hell apparently.”

“You say the sweetest things,” you told him, deadpan. He snorted, other hand coming to squeeze the one you were resting on his forearm.

Eddie immediately squinted in the cloak of darkness that was the gym – he had to give it to the committee, he hardly recognized the place. A ridiculous pop song came on just as you waved to a few of your friends. “Look, Nancy found a table. Want to drop off our stuff and dance?” You asked the group. Robin nodded, already making her way towards the table and Eddie had to admit he felt a little out of place.

The itch under his skin yelled at him to run but the happy smile on your face when you patted the empty seat next to you kept him tethered to you – because how could it not? Eddie was sure you could ask for the disco ball and he’d risk his diploma to get it for you.

“Drinks?” Eddie asked, overwhelmed by the five nodding heads. Byers, with a small smile, got up and offered his help.

While Eddie had grown, no matter how reluctantly, close to Robin and her sidekick Harrington. Jonathan had only recently become a new addition. His family had just moved back and he seemed too quiet to really like the chaos that Eddie knew he tended to attract. His kid brother however, Will, was one of his favorites. Not that he’d ever tell Dustin that. The kid had a jealousy streak a mile long.

They had both just settled into their seats, everyone with a drink in hand, when another pop mess song came on. Robin and you straightened, eyes going to each other before you scrambled to your feet. “I’ll be right back,” you said, dropping a kiss to his cheek that had him stunned for a moment. Robin grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the dance floor.

“It’s their favorite song,” Steve explained, watching them wave over a reluctant Nancy. You both bounced around, heads shaking, and zero care that a few people were shooting you looks. “You gonna ask her to dance tonight?”

Eddie shot Steve a look and hated that Steve felt comfortable enough now to ignore him.

“Don’t give me that look man,” Steve laughed, “you came together! You can’t not ask her to dance.”

“We didn’t come together,” Eddie muttered, taking a sip of the disgustingly sweet punch, “she made that pretty clear.”

“Or you heard what you wanted to,” Nancy said, finally standing with Jonathan’s and in hers. “Because from what I know, she thinks you’re here together.”

“Wait, what?” Eddie shouted at Nancy’s retreating back. He turned to Steve, who looked like he was hiding a laugh, “What the hell does that mean?”

“That you both have your heads stuck in the grass,” Steve sighed. “I promised Dustin that I’d let you two figure this shit out on your own but I’m giving you a needed shove. Come on Munson, we’re going to dance.”

He opened his mouth to protest but Steve put a hand under his arm and all but shoved him in your direction. Robin cheered when she saw him, her head bobbling wildly. You beamed, hands coming up to his and twirling prettily around him. His eyes were drawn to you like magnets, he couldn’t help it. You danced with abandon, graceful but chaotically at the same time. Eddie shouldn’t have been surprised but, he really wasn’t sure how much more in love with you he could get.

“I’m thirsty!” Robin shouted, pointing back to the table. Steve let her take his hand and dragged him off towards the sides.

You turned to Eddie, smile wide, and he watched it falter when the faintly familiar pop song turned slow. His feet froze and he glanced towards Wheeler – finding her arms around Jonathan’s as they swayed slowly. She widened her eyes and looked pointedly towards you.

Alright, he could take a hint. He wasn’t that stupid.

With a flourish, he bowed deeply and outstretched his hand. “Can I have this dance milady?”

Your laugh was muffled by the music but the electricity across his skin crackled as you took his warm hand with your cool one. How were you always so cold? He pulled your hands between his and tried to let some of his heat sink in. You grinned up at him, eyes soft, and he placed his own at your waist. “Okay?” He asked.

“More than,” you said, leaning your head onto his chest. He was worried you’d hear how fast his heart was racing but by the small, happy, sigh you let out – he didn’t think you’d mind.

“If you would’ve told me last year that I’d end up graduating this year, with a grade higher than a C, and that I’d be at prom with you – I would’ve laughed,” Eddie said.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Am I that bad of a date?”

Date? Holy shit, was Wheeler being honest?

“Shortcake, you’re the best date. I just didn’t think you’d want to hang out with the likes of me,” he clarified, “I’m either invisible or a cult leader. Take your pick.” He tried to play it off as a joke but he knew you’d hear it.

“I’ve always noticed you, Eddie. You’re not invisible to me,” you said quietly, your big eyes looking up at him beneath your lashes. Jesus Christ, how much more of this could he take? For once, you seemed to share his sentiment because you took a step back, out of his arms and excused yourself. He watched you dart across the gym, grab a bewildered Robin, and pulled her into a solitary corner.

Mystified, Eddie walked back to the table and Steve raised one of his brows. “What’s happening? We’ve only been here for like an hour.”

“I have no idea,” Eddie admitted. He started to worry when he saw your purple nails from the distance flailing left and right as Robin’s hands came down on your shoulders. She said something that clearly stunned you. After a beat both of you turned towards him and he darted his eyes away to act like he wasn’t being nosey.

“Uh, that doesn’t look good,” Steve muttered. Eddie glanced back up and watched as you made your way quickly over to him. A determined expression was etched onto your face and Robin followed at a slower pace, a smug look on hers.

Without a word, you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into the hallway when a teacher had their back turned. “Uh, shortcake?”

“Shh!” You admonished, still leading him down the hall. You don’t stop until you find an empty classroom, the lights were on and door unlocked but it was clearly deserted.

He watched your chest rise and fall quickly, like you’d run a mile, and before Eddie could ask you what was wrong – you all but chucked an envelope at him. He’d almost ducked instinctively but he managed to catch it in his hands. Where the hell had that even come from?

“What’s happening right now?” He asked, holding the envelope in his right hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Open it,” you said, your fingers went up to tug at a lock of your hair – a telltale sign that you were nervous.

“Sweetheart-”

“Eddie, open the envelope,” you stressed.

With a wary glance towards you, Eddie flipped the hastily taped tab and slid out a pair of tickets.

IRON MAIDEN, JULY 1ST INDIANNAPOLIS, IN.

“Holy shit, are these floor tickets?” He squawked, hands shaking. You had Iron Maiden tickets! How the hell had you managed that? “Shortcake, where did you get these? I thought they were all sold out.”

“My dad knows someone,” you said waving a hand like it wasn’t important. Like you hadn’t just handed him a priceless gift. “I got VIP passes too.”

Eddie’s soul was gone. That’s it, it was back up on the moon, throwing a party.

“It’s not my birthday, you know,” he said, barely containing his excitement. He rocked back and forth on his heels. Holy shit, he was going to see Iron Maiden! With you!

“I know,” you said, biting your bottom lip. Eddie’s soul slammed back into his body and he realized you were wringing your hands again.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“These are for us,” you said, pointing at the tickets.

“I assumed so,” he joked.

You closed your eyes, shoulders tense. “No, like… a date.”

Eddie snorted and immediately regretted it when he saw your head duck down. Shit, you’d been serious? You couldn’t have been serious. He knew Steve and Robin gave you both shit for it these past few months but there was no way in hell that you’d ever want to go on a date with him. He would’ve noticed. He absolutely would’ve noticed the signs.

“Oh,” you said, you voice incredibly sad, and Eddie wanted to slap himself. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t have noticed.

Eddie scrambled forward; tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. “No, wait – I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, words jumbling together. “I didn’t realize you were serious. I thought – I thought you were joking.”

You winced. “I get it. I’m not…your type, we’re friends, it’s fine. You can take both tickets and take one of the guys.” The expression on your face was enough to make him want to face plant. You turned on your heel and walked to the door.

Eddie’s heart dropped to his feet and he lurched forward, hands reaching for you. “Wait, wait, that’s not what – please. Shortcake, let me speak. I just need a moment to process.” You tried to wrestle your wrist out his grip but Eddie clung on for his life. You were not just going to turn and run after dropping a bomb like that on him.

“It’s fine, Eddie. I promise I’m not – I’ll get over it.”

“I didn’t even know you liked me!” You shot him a contemptuous look and he refused to cower back. You were scary when cornered but he knew you had a soft, gooey center. Whatever he said now was important. He had to get this right.

“Sweetheart. Look at me,” he said, pulling you away from the door. “I swear, I didn’t think you felt like that towards me.”

Your hardened look softened a little when he ducked down to catch your gaze. Blinking, you frowned a little and straightened. “You’re not joking?”

“I have never in my life been more serious,” he huffed, “and I really mean that.”

Exploding, you waved your animated hands in the air and Eddie jerked back to avoid being smacked by one. “How the hell did you not notice? Everyone noticed! Even the cheer squad knew. I asked you to go with me to prom!”

“What?” Eddie’s voice cracked. “You said not with you – to hang out or something!”

“Yeah, I only said that after you looked like I had smacked you over the head!”

Eddie groaned. “Because I didn’t think you’d ever want to go with me!”

You crossed your arms and rubbed one of your temples. “It’s against school policy to tutor a student for longer than a month or two. It’s not fair to the program so we swap consistently. It’s a way to make sure everyone gets the coverage they need from the different tutors. Didn’t you question why we went from meeting at the school to the public library?”

“Uh, no?”

“Well,” you huffed, looking a little embarrassed, “I liked you from like the first session. You, obviously, looked more interested in watching paint dry so I thought I could win you over. After the month I told Ms. O’Donnell that you just needed some guidance and I’d sign off on your paperwork. I told you that we needed to start meeting at the public library instead.”

“But, what about Nick?” Eddie was so confused. Had he entered an alternate dimension again? He glanced around for any sight of the dust. “You had a boyfriend up until like three months ago!”

“Because I thought it would make you jealous!” You huffed, exasperated.

What.

“Well, it did!” Eddie shouted back, the words falling before he could stop them. “I wanted to punch his goddamn face in.”

You blinked. “But…you didn’t seem all that eager to be my friend. You barely asked me about my weekend plans. I couldn’t have dropped more hints!”

“Shortcake, you’re not only out of my league – you’re in a different dimension. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable!”

“Well, you didn’t!”

“Great!”

“Perfect!”

“Amazing.”

“Stupendous.”

“Are you going to keep trying to have the last word?” Eddie snorted.

You rolled your eyes but he saw your hands reach up for your hair. “I know I don’t dress like those girls at the hideout and wear too much yellow and pink and you think I’m popular and that my taste in music is overrated – which really proves my point that you’re pretentious – but –”

Eddie barely heard a word you were saying, his eyes watched your hands dance in the air, and your eyes dimming the more you spoke. How the fuck could you have ever believed that he wouldn’t like you? You still believed that, his mind supplied helpfully, anxiety evident in the rigid set of your shoulders. He knew from experience that if he let you keep going, you’d go on for hours. So, he grabbed your arms and pulled you into his chest. Startled, you stumbled and glared up at him.

“Shortcake?”

“What?”

“Please stop talking,” he said and dropped his lips to yours. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms the best you could around his neck and pressed your body against his. Your cool fingers tangled themselves in his hair and he shuddered when your nails dragged along his scalp. Eddie, finally, bit down on your bottom lip and the low groan you let out shot straight to his dick.

Shit, even after imagining this moment for months – it really couldn’t compare. You tasted like punch, strawberries, and faintly of candy. He pulled back for air, your breath coming out in quick huffs. Eddie smiled, his heart racing at the sight of your dazed look. He did that. You liked him. He’d shared his life with you and you still liked him. Did shit like this really happen?

“So, you want to go to the concert with me?” You asked lightly, smile twisting your mouth.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I want to go everywhere with you, shortcake.”

“Everywhere is good, I like everywhere,” you babbled, “...well, Steve’s house has a lot of rooms. Maybe everywhere can include that at the end of the night?”

Shutting his eyes, he valiantly tried to exercise self-control and not imagine you naked on a bed squirming beneath him. Failing, just a little, he nodded enthusiastically. “Should we go right now? Because I’ll grab Steve if we need to.”

You laughed, the sound warming him even further. “We still need to go with Robin to that afterparty.”

Eddie let his head loll as he groaned. “Conformity is so much work.”

“I’m sure you’ll be okay,” you teased, kissing him again. “Come on, someone’s going to catch us if we stay away too long.” Honestly, Eddie was willing to risk it but he knew you didn’t want to miss this.

As you both crept back towards the gym, your hand tucked in his, Eddie wondered if he was dreaming. He passed one of the wide windows in the hallway, the gym only a few yards away, and he pulled you to a stop.

“What?” You asked, peeking out through it.

Eddie ducked to look out the glass and caught sight of the dark sky and the full moon. He winked and pointed up at it. “You had me going there for a while, but this makes up for it. We’re even!”

“Who are you talking to?” You asked, glancing around.

“The moon. Or God. Maybe the universe?”

You nodded. “Okay,” you said, shrugging like it was completely normal.

Jesus Christ, he loved you.

The familiar chords of Kiss floated out of the open doors to the gym and Eddie perked up. “Is that…”

Tonight, I want to give it all to you

In the darkness, there's so much I want to do

“Kiss?” You asked, grinning. “Yeah, I promised the DJ half a gram from you if he’d play a few songs you like.”

Yeah, he was gone for you. Totally gone. If he had any dignity or pride left, he’d be a little embarrassed but he really couldn’t work up the energy.

“Come on!” You said, tugging him back into the gym and onto the dance floor. A few jocks looked disgruntled at the change of music but Robin and Nancy were out on the dance floor, so were a few others. You immediately jumped around, eyes bright, hips swaying, and Eddie’s heart felt like it’d jump out his chest at any moment.

“And I can't get enough of you, baby. Can you get enough of me?” You sang, turning to wink at him. Steve and Robin waggled their eyebrows, shooting him knowing looks and he shook his head. Nancy laughed, offering up her fist and Eddie couldn’t help but bump it.

Alright universe, he thought, you win, you totally win. I owe you for the rest of my life.

Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist and beamed when you leaned into his touch. Your lips came up to his jaw and he sighed. Maybe the shit show that was the entirety of high school was worth it if you were waiting for him at the end.

I was made for lovin' you, baby

You were made for lovin' me

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years ago

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you don’t make it to the bedroom

Small smut drabbles of having a quickie with Aizawa and Toshi.

Warnings: light choking

Aizawa Shouta

Pinning you to the door, shoving lips firmly into yours, and grinding his erection against your waist, Shouta blindly fumbled with keys in the lock. After a click, he knocked it open and muscled you inside, not breaking the kiss as he manhandled you, sandwiching you between him and the other side of the door. His erection, though held down by pants and boxer briefs, pressed plenty hard.

“Sho- Fuck,” you moaned, gripping his hair when teeth buried into your neck. A leg pushed forward. Your hips moved on their own, riding his thigh hastily.

Before you could find much excitement, he spun you around, chest to door, shoving a hand into the front of your pants and roughing two fingers inside. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” His guttural voice only stirred you more. It rocketed heat, making you hump backward. That made the two fingers fold fiercely.

Not wanting to dally, you unbuttoned your pants. He tugged them and your underwear down. One hand seized your hair. The other guided him inside, thick, ready, not wasting a single second to fuck you, jostling you against the door each thrust. He ordered, grumbling sturdily, “Push your hips out.”

You listened and rose to your tiptoes. The angle slipped him deeper, better, to pound and rub heavily along your front wall. Fingers held fast in your hair. They kept your cheek to the cold door and your spine curved.

“Fuck- Fuck me- harder.” The next thrust sunk excessively heavy, jerking you from the soles of your feet. Your legs bounced with his hips. Clothing clinked. You moaned into the wood. Nails raked it. The stupid hinges squeaked. If someone walked by, they’d get quite the assembly of sounds.

Shouta’s grunts increased, handsome, intense, rumbling his body. Your hair was yanked backward. His grip released. His arm snaked around your shoulders, clinging you to his chest. The hold resumed on your neck this time. Teeth, with no shame, mercilessly clamped over your neck and jaw. You gasped and moaned as you begged for more.

Pleasure mounted. Fingers tightened. He swore repeatedly, hurting your neck and back, but it felt too enjoyable to say stop. Between each word, his hips snapped forward, “You’re cumming already?”

“I want to,” you whimpered.

“Then cum,” he growled.

And a snag on your ear, a finger on your clit, and a solid plunge that trembled your legs, let you do just that. You clenched and clawed and moaned loudly, not caring about others hearing. Muscles clamped, trying straightening out.

But Sho’s encirclement kept you to how he wanted. His thrusting didn’t slow. Groans grew apart, clumsy, mirroring his thrusts. You clutched at his pants, preventing him from pulling out. “Fuck it. Just cum in me.”

The lurching stopped with a last push. His fingers, teeth, and weight turned solid, all rooting into you, waiting until he fully finished and calmed. While he did, you sighed, a little short of breath, “That was a pleasant end to our date.”

He hummed and kissed the fresh wound he created. “Better than most.”

Yagi Toshinori

“Was the wait long?”

“It wasn’t too bad.” Toshinori placed the bag of sandwiches on the countertop.

You hopped up to sit on the counter. “Thank you for stopping. I really didn’t feel like cooking.”

“Not a problem, sweetheart.” Smiling wide, he slipped between your legs, settling his large palms on your thighs. Lips covered yours for a peck, but it evolved into a kiss, tender and sincere. Fingers drifted under your nightgown to slide it higher. They inched until they found your panties. He spoke into your mouth, “You wore these today?”

“Yes,” you softly laughed, knowing just how much he enjoyed the cute, pink polka dots.

“They’re perfect,” he mumbled. His sighs lowered as his thumb rubbed along you, feeling you through the cottony material. Your lips parted for his tongue. It edged in oh-so-slowly. You sped up the process, washing yours over his instead. A light moan escaped from the nudging on your clit. It swiftly moved on, replaced by his painfully obvious and teenager-like erection.

“Toshi,” you sang, returning the fondling. His sounds told you what he wanted, so you unzipped his pants and pulled him out of his boxers. Gorgeous groans fluttered against your lips. They always managed to flicker an appetite. And they animated your body, spreading your thighs for your brain.

Unlike the usual preparation, Toshi drew the panties to the side and worked himself in, letting you stretch around him instead. Skin touched. Moans mixed. Yours was partly a whimper at the strain.

He cupped your face, gently cooing compliments. You smiled at his attempted distraction. “I think it’s my panties you’re more interested in right now.”

“Oh, hush now.” You both laughed, kissing, pawing at each other. Your legs wrapped around his hips and your arms hugged his waist to keep him close.

Then the thrusting started: smoothly out and dearly, deeply in: every long-thin-graceful inch. His pace hung steady. But you wanted more, quickly. You grabbed his belt with a hearty moan to get it.

Toshi picked up his speed, bouncing your breasts and body. The simple motions, similar to his groans, always fed your hunger. Wet lips and his warm tongue worked with yours. A single, tactful finger stroked your clit, beginning slow, waking faster with his thrusts.

He messily groaned your name. It roused a moan in you, asking for haste. As he stood upright and supported your thighs, you leaned back, touching yourself while he complied. His head briefly left you, brushed your front wall, then kissed your core.

“Fuck, Toshi, just like that.” Blue glued to your eyes, watching, waiting. Rushing your circling fingers, you gasped and nodded, telling him you were there. It took a few more thrusts to send you over, rolling your hips, tightening your muscles, and moaning his name.

Amidst your orgasm, he sputtered something before slipping out in the nick of time to release onto your panties and tummy. White collected over the polka dots.

After catching his breath, he stared at the mess and sighed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It won’t stain if I rinse them,” you giggled. “Besides, I think you’d be more disappointed than I would be if they got stained.”

He looked away, red coating his cheeks, stuttering some more.

#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #aizawa smut #all might smut #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha smut #tw choking

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fandomvariousness · 4 years ago

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Sweet and soft

Pairing: Armin x reader

Warnings: smut: oral (m receiving), brief handjob (m and f receiving), riding, praise kink if you squint, SHAMELESS FLUFF

Summary: it’s been a long and tiring day and you’re in desperate need of rest, but your need for your boyfriend is greater

Word count: 1.5k

“This day’s been impossibly long,” you thought as you wrapped your hair in a turban before leaving the showers.

The whole day of toiling under the scorching sun left your skin feeling raw, so you wanted nothing more but to plop down on your bed and wait for your strength to return.

Yet the thing you wanted even more was to see the sweet face of your boyfriend Armin again – you couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable he looked in that billowy button-up and how his blond undercut became all tousled throughout the day.

You quickly discarded the towel from your head and slung it over your arm before you knocked at Armin and Eren’s room door. It was the latter who opened it.

“Hey, Eren,” you greeted him. “Armin’s not here?”

“He’s in the shower, but he should be back soon.” The corner of his lips twitched ever so slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m going too, so you’ll have the room for yourselves.”

You glued your eyes to the ground as you blushed in embarrassment, making it even harder for you to suppress a smile. “I-I wasn’t –”

He released a breathy laugh and opened the door wider without saying anything.

You shut up and came in, sitting down on Armin’s bed.

“I’ll make sure to take my time.” Eren winked at you before shutting the door and leaving you alone in the room.

You giggled and shook your head, wondering at how Eren is always such a tease. Sighing, you stretched your body on Armin’s bed, feeling the sweet sore of your overused muscles. As if under a spell, you closed your eyes and breathed calmly, waiting for your boyfriend to get back.

“Y/N,” someone was calling you softly, gently shaking your shoulder.

You opened your eyes and was met by these big, azure ones of Armin’s. “Was I – Was I asleep?”

He released a breathy laugh as he nodded, the still damp fringe shifting on his forehead slightly. “I guess it only took you a few minutes, because I met Eren as I was about to leave the showers and he told me you’re waiting for me.”

You chuckled. “Can’t believe I actually fell asleep.”

Armin smiled as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You look like an angel when you sleep.”

He stood up from crouching and sat on the bed with you, placing your bent legs over his thighs as his own feet were touching the ground, back leaning against the wall.

You bantered for a few minutes, his hand mindlessly caressing your calf, what, unbeknownst to him, was slowly making you aroused. It was always like that – just the thought of his skin on yours always made you shiver.

You slightly bit your lower lip as you hyped yourself up to do something you really wanted to do. It was only recently that you and Armin had sex for the first time, so you were still quite shy at times, and so was he.

You bent your right leg until it slipped between Armin’s legs, slowly sliding it towards his center until your ankle brushed against his clothed crotch. He gulped, his right palm still resting atop your calf. His head quietly hit the wall as he diverted his eyes to look at you.

You looked back at him with your widened, timid eyes as you moved your foot up and down, propping it on your toes. Armin’s cheeks and the tip of his cute nose were already pink as he exhaled through his mouth quietly, the palm on your calf sliding lower to grip your ankle.

You felt the heat shoot throughout your body at the thought that it’s you who’s making him feel like that.

“Do you like that?” you asked, your voice slightly shaking from arousal.

His eyes fluttered close as he nodded, his jaw slacked slightly.

“Say it, please,” you needed to hear that he truly likes it, that he’s not pretending.

“I like it,” he said as his fingers gripped your ankle a bit tighter, making eye contact with you.

You became aware of the growing bulge in his pants before you withdrew your leg and came to straddle him on his lap, whimpering silently as you felt his member brushing against your clothed core.

Your lips connected in a hungry kiss, your palms cupping his face as his own hands were gripping your hips, guiding them against his member. You hummed against his lips at the feeling of his hardness pushing against your clit.

Your hand sneaked down his torso to stroke against the now obvious tent in his pants, eliciting a cute moan from him. Your tongues were sliding against each other in open-mouthed kisses, as if you were each other’s last drop of water, while your hand had wrapped around his hard length and established slow pace.

You kissed just below his jawbone, making your way down his neck until you drew back, kneeling between his legs and fumbling with the hem of his pants. Both of you were flushed and breathing heavily, aroused at the fact that you’re so close with each other like that.

He lifted his hips slightly so you could pull down his pants just enough to pull out his dick from his boxer and meet it with a flick of your tongue against the very tip, which made him hit his head against the wall again, jaw slacking open.

“Armin, look at me,” you asked. You were still establishing what you two liked/didn’t like between yourself, yet you only had the courage to voice it during action, not before.

He lifted up his head from the wall and looked at you through his half-lidded, darkened eyes.

You loved that look.

You lips wrapped around his tip as you slowly moved down, trying to take as much as you can of him. His moans and groans were driving you crazy, and if it wasn’t enough, he laced his fingers through your hair, gripping it just enough to coax a moan from you too.

“You’re so dirty,” he breathed out in satisfaction, his voice higher than usual.

“Anything for you.” you would’ve said if your mouth wouldn’t have been sliding up and down his dick.

You latched off from him with a pop only to lick all the way up his length before sliding your lolled out tongue down through the middle of his tip.

You didn’t want him to finish too fast so you stood up while getting rid of your leggings, positioning yourself astride him once again, moving your panties to the side for access.

You couldn’t suppress a moan that flew out of your mouth as you threw your head back, sliding down on his dick which was stretching you so deliciously.

He could barely contain his satisfaction as his lips latched on your neck, what was definitely going to leave a mark. He sucked on your jugular as you adjusted to his size, his hands caressing your waist.

You gripped his shoulders a bit tighter as you starting moving, gazing into each other’s hazy eyes. This unity that you felt was indescribable – something so incredible, yet absolutely natural.

Each time you came down your hips were flush against each other, the tip of his dick hitting your G-spot as if it was a big red button.

“I love you,” you whimpered in between the sloppy kisses as his fingers were digging into your buttocks, your voice a whole octave higher.

“I love you too, so much,” he replied, his arousal all over the place as you were continuously bouncing on him. “You feel so good.”

You were fastening your pace on him, chasing your release that was already so close. Armin picked up on your movements and slipped his hand between the two of you, his thumb circling your clit as he gazed up at your pleasure-ridden face.

You didn’t even manage say anything else as you finally reached your bliss, your back arching, stomach brushing against Armin’s own. Armin finally let go too, having restrained his own release for a while now. You slumped on him, hugging him tight around his neck as his seed spilled inside you.

He kissed you deeply, mentally exchanging ‘I love yous’. You two got off and cleaned yourself hastily, worrying that Eren might come back any second now – it’s been some time since he left.

The two of you were giggling, all lovey-dovey over each other, you tousling his hair as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. He withdrew so that he could see your face, hair sprawled out on his pillow.

“I did good this time, didn’t I? I lasted way longer.” Armin quizzed silently, still being a bit shy about it.

You nodded eagerly, a huge smile stretching across your face as you stroked his still warm cheek. “You always do great.”

He smiled, blushing a bit, as he pecked your cheek lovingly, his hand snaked around your waist, legs tangled in a maze.

And just like that, cuddling in this little bubble of your own bliss, you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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cherrybyunss · 4 years ago

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Ship: Haechan x Reader Word Count: 2k Tags: Smut, Explicit, Oral (M receiving), Masturbation, Dirty Talking

An excerpt from When It Gets Risky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

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Donghyuck and you had been sexting. And seeing the guy at school the next day was, to say the least, a very amusing experience for you.

He was just as great at acting like nothing had happened as you were, and you had expected that. But you could feel him staring at you on multiple occasions, even checking you out at times. And every time your eyes met, you looked away and smiled to yourself. And every time you had to talk to him about something, you would look him right in the eye with the most innocent pair of eyes you could manage. You were sure it drove him crazy.

And you were proved right as soon as it was time for the lunch break.

Lee Donghyuck Meet me in the library. Now.

You smiled at your phone before getting up from your seat and complying.

You dropped him a text when you reached the library, before turning the knob on the door and pushing it open, slowly, trying to figure out if you got the location right for sure.

But before you managed that much, the door got pulled open from the other side. Your eyes widened a little at the sudden force, but the surprised expression soon turned into a smug one when you saw Donghyuck, looking almost mad, and really sexy.

It didn’t last long though, as Donghyuck grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, closing the door behind you, and not even giving you enough time to gasp before slamming you against it, and his lips against yours.

His kissed you with unparalleled, almost painful heat. It almost made you dizzy how wonderful his lips felt against yours. He was really skillful. The boy managed to find perfect harmony even in a moment of sheer desperation.

Your hands went around and met behind his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, if it was even possible. And he had his placed firmly on your waist.

He lightly bit your lower lip and sucked on it, testing your reaction, pleased at the gasp it drew from your lips, which you could deduce from him slightly smirking against your lips before moving closer, deepening the kiss.

You loved the boldness. And boy was he a great kisser.

You wanted more.

Just as he was starting to move down to leave kisses and marks on your neck, you slowly raised one of your thighs a little, attempting to create a slight friction against the growing bulge in his pants and your unclothed skin.

He gasped as he pulled away a little, and grabbed your thighs, letting you bathe in much pride at his reaction. With your bodies undulated in that one moment, you could tell how turned on he was.

He was breathing heavily, lips red, glistening and swollen. But you guessed that made the two of you. You noticed he had pretty lips. A pretty face overall. Perfectly in contrast with the most lustful pair of eyes you’d ever had staring you down.

Ah yes, this was exactly what you’d wanted.

“Such a fucking troublemaker.”

You smiled. “I must be, you look really troubled right now.” You said and reached up to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

He looked at you for a slight instance, and then lifted you up against the door the next, throwing your legs around his waist and resting his hands firmly under your thighs for support.

You gasped and grabbed his shoulders hastily. It’d caught you off guard. It was so hot, it’d rendered you speechless. All you could do was sigh at the feeling of his fingers gently caressing the bare skin of your thighs, never letting the feeling of butterflies in your stomach fade away.

“Now we’re talking.” He smirked, your reaction feeding his ego perfectly well. He leaned in against your ear. “I couldn’t think of anything but fucking you all day today. Do you know how much of a pain in the neck that is?”

You almost shuddered at the feeling of his breath fanning your skin.

He scoffed. “And you had the audacity to act all innocent, makes me wanna fuckin’ ruin you.”

You felt a massive rush of adrenaline through your veins all throughout your body. You’d never been more thrilled in your life. Maybe you did want him to ruin you.

“Now where were we?” He said as he moved your hair out of the way and dived right into your neck again, almost throwing you over the edge.

His lips felt absolutely heavenly against your neck. You were gripping onto his hair for dear life and had been finding it increasingly difficult to stifle your moans with each passing second, when almost as if he’d taken it as a challenge to get you to make a sound, he decided to latch his mouth onto a particularly sensitive spot and suck on it, letting him draw a moan out of you.

You felt his nails dig deep into your skin. “Fuck,” he whispered against your neck. “You even sound hot– Fuck.”

You struggled to form coherent phrases with the painful, ecstatic sensation, combined with the constant attack your neck was under at the time. “Hyuck, I–” Hearing his name made him breathe out against an already vulnerable spot, making your breath hitch. “Fuck!”

You slapped the back of your hand against your mouth to suppress your voice, making his ego soar even higher. Encouraged, he went on to leave a number of hickeys that you were definitely gonna end up having to cover up for at least a couple weeks.

“Hyuck, you’re so good at this– What the fuck!” You managed to say in the midst of the struggle.

He pulled away after one last dragged out kiss, and stared at the red spots he’d left. And then up at you, finally getting to catch your breath. He found you so hot.

You almost collapsed on his shoulder when he did pull away. And felt his breath hitch at the deep breaths fanning his collarbones.

And his reaction piqued your interest yet again.

He pushed you further against the door, grinding his hard, probably painfully hard, bulge against your clothed core. Your body shuddered at the contact yet again. You could see he was desperate for a release.

“Hey,” you leaned in and whispered against his neck, in the middle of leaving a lot of soft little pecks, and a couple of hickeys. “Let me take care of that for you, yeah?”

Donghyuck looked at your every move as he let go of your thighs and helped you back on your feet. He didn’t miss the way you looked up at him through your lashes as you slid down against the door.

You unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. You could feel him twitch even at the slightest contact. You could only imagine how painful the clothes restraining his length must’ve been.

You slid the trousers and the boxers down in one swift motion causing his member to spring up, tall and proud.

You glanced at him ones, and on finding him looking at you with eyes hooded with lust, wasted no time taking his member in your hand and giving it a few light strokes.

Donghyuck had to almost slam his hand on the door in haste so as to retain his balance. It was all the encouragement you needed.

You licked up his shaft before taking him in your mouth. You initially swirled your tongue around the head, letting him get a good view of how your lips looked wrapped around his length, and hollowed out your cheeks to create the kind of suction you knew drove guys crazy. Then you slowly let the tip of his length hit the back of your throat, and your hand handle the length you couldn’t fit inside, before starting to pump him, putting pressure and sucking repeatedly every time you moved up his shaft.

“Fuck…!” You knew he was having a hard time not fucking your mouth, only managing to because you were good enough without it. His little moans and the hitching of his breath were the hottest sounds you’d heard in forever.

“Mm-hmm?” You asked for affirmation, without taking him out.

He shuddered. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, and he hated how much that riled him up. “Touch yourself.”

It caught you off guard. His voice sounded too authoritative, provided his circumstance at the time. It was hot. And who were you to not comply?

So you did. You dipped your unoccupied hand under your skirt, rubbing your clothed folds lightly. You realized then how bad this whole fiasco had you dripping. And the realization made you squirm.

You made sure not to get too carried away, for you couldn’t lose your rhythm. But even with that much being taken care of, playing with yourself made you feel like you were gonna see the stars anytime then.

As your moans, that were otherwise getting stifled, got louder, the vibrations Donghyuck felt against his length got increasingly harder for him to handle. You could feel him getting close.

“Fuck–” He managed to exclaim in whispers as he threw his head back. And with one last pump, he bucked his hips and came undone inside your mouth.

He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, you were sure you’d end up retaining a videographic memory of the guy in orgasmic bliss. And you didn’t mind at all.

You waited for him to ride out his orgasm before taking him out and standing back up. You’d made sure to swallow everything right up so as to not make a mess. And you realized he must’ve noticed it when his eyes darted down to your lips for a fraction of a second.

He lightly threw his head back one more time and took a deep breath before letting himself fall forward onto your shoulder, one of his hands still resting on the door, and the other having found its way onto your waist.

“That was the best fucking orgasm I’ve had in my entire life.”

You smiled. It wasn’t the first time someone had told you that after you’d sucked them off. “I’m glad.”

He nuzzled your neck, planting a couple of kisses around your collarbones. You loved the way it felt. But stopped him anyways.

“Let’s get out of here for now.”

Donghyuck looked at you puzzled. “What? But– I didn’t make you come yet?”

“Yeah, but we can always do that some other day.” You said, and studied his reaction. “Right?”

His curious expression soon turned into a small smile. He grabbed your waist and leaned in, and whispered against your lips. “We can do that every single day, baby girl.”

You smiled, resting your hands on his chest. “Good, because I’m honestly satisfied enough for now. But that by no means implies that I’ll be done with you anytime soon.” You said in between Donghyuck peppering your skin with kisses. “I need to know if you’re as good as you look like you’d be.” He smirked at the latter remark.

“You didn’t come, yet you’re satisfied?”

“You underestimate how hot you were.”

Donghyuck scoffed at your cockiness. “Well, all I’ll say is, thanks a lot for this, then. You were beyond amazing.” He said and kissed your forehead following a light peck on the lips. You found it really sweet how affectionate he was. “And next time, I promise I’m not letting you go before I make you come at least thrice.”

You raised an eyebrow, smiling. “That’s ambitious.”

“Trust me,” he said, planting another kiss right under your ear, “It’ll be the best experience of your life.”

You chuckled. You sure hoped it’d be.

“Let’s get out.” Donghyuck said, letting go of you to get a hold of the doorknob.

You placed your hand firmly on top of his before he could turn it. “Hyuck, uh–”

He breathed out. “Now I’m gonna have a whiplash every time you call me that.”

You facepalmed. “Listen!” You poked his forehead. And he feigned pain, earning a shake of head from you. “Don’t tell the others about this, please? I don’t want things to get awkward.”

“Yeah, okay, I won’t.”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Come, let’s go.”

You smiled at the sweet gesture and followed him outside.

"One down, two to go." You remarked to yourself with a small smile.

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thewheezingwyvern · 5 years ago

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Tease!

Adult!ProHero!Bakugou x ProHero!Reader

This was for my second place winner in my follower giveaway, which was @redbeanteax ! Hope you like it, love!

Rating: M (TIS SMUT!)

Kinks: Fisting, Overstimulation, Squirting, Dirty Talk

Words: 2017

Tag list: @lady-bakuhoe, @league-of-thots, @hoefortodo, @marilla-eldriana, @groovydreamertrash

It was the most cliche thing that could have happened, really. You never expected to be in the “and they were roommates!” trope but you were living it after becoming Katsuki’s roommate. The two of you had already gone prohero but were still not in the top ranks and so financial need pushed the two of you into the same apartment. You had always found him wildly attractive and harbored a big crush on him. But you figured that you had this under control and would be able to live with him with minimal problems.

You were so very wrong.

The first week or two had been largely uneventful. But then the habits started to creep in from Bakugou. It started fairly small, he would come home from a workout and use the bottom of his shirt to wipe away the sweat on his face. The sight of his exposed abs would make your mouth go dry, the strong desire to kiss and lick at his skin rising in you before he would let it drop. You always hastily looked away.

Then he started coming home without his shirt at all, skin coated in a fresh sheen of sweat, the light pooling in spots that accentuated the lines of his muscles. You would always feel your desire simmering in your veins, the urge to kiss him breathless always burning within you. You had thought that had been bad enough but it only got worse.

The morning meetings by the coffee maker was nearly the peak for you. Bakugou used to shuffle out in sweat pants and a tee shirt. But eventually that dwindled to form fitted briefs and a tee shirt until he finally ditched the shirt all together. The first time he emerged like that, pouring himself a cup of coffee, he grunted something at you but you weren’t able to understand. All you could do was stare and drink in every inch of him, your hands holding your hot mug of coffee in a white knuckle grip.

He was very endowed and it left you scrambling from the kitchen before he noticed the growing flush to your face. Eventually you started to suspect that he was teasing you like that on purpose. So you decided that it was time that Bakugou got some payback. You waited for when he climbed into the shower to get yourself ready. A knotted crop top with a pair of tightly fitted shorts that just barely covered your rear was your weapon of choice and you knew it would get some kind of reaction out of Bakugou.

When you heard the door to his bedroom open, you quickly entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, pretending to be looking inside for something to munch on. As his footsteps drew closer, you bent over and pushed things around the shelf as if searching for something in the back, craning your ear to listen to him. You could have sworn that he hitched a breath when he approached but it could have been your imagination.

“You gonna get something or are you gonna stand there forever just looking?” he grunted, his tone tense and clipped.

You smirked, his voice telling you that you had gotten to him like he had you. Languidly, you straightened, prepared to sashay out of the kitchen when the sight of him stopped you in your tracks. Hot breath hitched in your chest for a moment when your eyes fell on his bare chest, trailing downwards to eye the towel wrapped around his waist. The towel that did little to hide his arousal from you.

Well it worked too bad it also backfired on you too.

Dilated red eyes roved over your form as the refrigerator closed quietly behind you, “Tch...fucking tease.”

The explosion user shoved you to the side and up against the counter, the heat of his skin rolling over you in waves. Powerful arms fenced you in, cornering you effectively, your frame nearly pressed against him. He knew what you were doing?

“Like you’re one to talk.” you pointed out, swallowing thickly.

“Heh, just thought I’d let you enjoy a show. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.” A firm hand came out to grip your jaw, tilting your head up so you could meet his gaze, “You liked it, didn’t you?” his thumb dragged along your lower lip, parting your mouth for him, “Of course you did. Who wouldn’t like looking at me?”

You hadn’t been quite expecting this outcome though you were not disappointed in the least. Having him so near you was driving you mad. He had been driving you insane for weeks, teasing you with his physique, sending your thoughts into a frenzied spiral of lust until you would retreat to your room to relieve yourself. Throwing caution to the wind, you surged forward and locked lips with him.

The response was immediate. Bakugou kissed you back roughly, forcefully even, his hands descending onto your frame. You moaned lowly into his mouth when he groped greedily at a breast, plundering your mouth with vigor. He wasted no time in removing your shirt, discarding it hastily to the floor, uncaring of where it landed.

A hot eager mouth fell upon your chest, nipping a path down to the edge of your bra. Taking a firm hold on the front, he ripped the cups down, causing your breasts to spill out before him. Burning red eyes dilated at the sight before a growl of approval hummed in his throat. Bakugou, impatient to taste you, gripped your waist and closed his lips around a nipple. You gripped at his hair, groaning out as he sucked hard, tugging at his locks.

Heat pooled under your skin as you clawed at him, taking in the feel of his toned back. You needed him. You need more. Wandering hands drifted down to squeeze at his firm butt, marveling at the feel of the supple flesh there. Your heart stuttered out a staccato within your chest when he pulled back and smirked at you, teeth glinting at you in the light. With the confident look on his face you thought he was going to say something smug but with a light tug, he pulled the towel free from his waist.

His girth was impressively large and there was no question about his arousal for you. A hiss of pleasure escaped him when you dragged your fingers up his length. He suddenly yanked you closer to him, fingers fumbling with your shorts before you were stripped out of them and your underwear. Suddenly you were up, strong hands grasping your waist as Bakugou lifted you onto the counter.

“Heh,” he smirked, running a finger up your slit to collect some of the slick that had gathered there, “You’re so fucking wet. A tease and a slut. I knew it. I’m going to fuck you real good…”

“Bakugou!” was your loud moan when his thumb pressed circles to your clit.

A pleased groan tumbled from his lips when you moaned his name, his mouth pressing hot kisses down the column of your throat. Your hips undulated against his thumb, seeking more from his touch, chasing the pleasure you needed from him. Hearing your moans for him as he ravished your skin drove his arousal even higher, leading Bakugou to slip two fingers into you. The stretch was pleasant, sending zings of pleasure up to your core, panting when he began to rhythmically thrust his fingers in and out of you.

It felt so damn good. Every drop of desire that had been brewing within you over the past few weeks was culminating, crystallizing into an approaching orgasm that you were desperate for. His lips were hot when he reclaimed your mouth in a searing kiss, thumb still circling your clit to flood you with more desire. You were so wet for him. Wet and eager and he was all too happy to add another finger. It stretched you further, pulling muffled moans from you to vibrate against Bakugou’s mouth.

“You’ve fucking wanted this haven’t you?” He whispered out between rough kisses, thrusting his fingers hard into you, “Wanted me to fuck you right here in this kitchen, huh?” You moaned loudly, a loud squelching coming from between your legs, “Heh yeah, you like that don’t you slut?”

“More~!” you cried out, “Please, Bakugou!”

“Call me Katsuki.”

“Please, Katsuki I need more!”

His answer was another low growl and he added a fourth finger, stretching you even further. His free hand dipped down to stimulate your clit as he pressed his fingers deeper into you. Stars burst in front of your eyes as the sensation increased the pleasure growing within you. You brought your arms out behind you to support you as he plowed into you, fingers probing and stretching your walls.

“Heh, that’s a good look for you!” he grunted, laughing at your glazed over eyes, mouth hanging open in pleasure, “Let’s see if you can take more…”

You threw back your head and howled in pleasure as he sank his hand slowly into you, deeper and deeper until his entire fist was pushed into you. His hand stretched you to capacity, your walls quivering around him, muscles spasming wildly as he flexed his fingers and then pinched your clit. The sensations were intense and overwhelming, rocketing you over the edge of your orgasm, a hoarse scream emerging from your gaping mouth.

You bucked your hips helplessly, riding the current of your climax, his hand bumping against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of your walls. Katsuki growled, his cock painfully hard, twitching in response to your cries of pleasure. He let you coast through your orgasm until you let yourself fall limp, bathed in a pleasant afterglow. Then he opened his hand, fingers pushing and stretching against your walls. You whimpered, your nerves sensitive from your first orgasm and you clenched around him.

“Did you think you could come in looking like that and get away with just one?” he sneered, “Sluts get fucked until they can’t walk.”

Katsuki dipped his head down, taking your clit into his mouth and began to suck, eagerly devouring you. Sweat dotted your brow, hips rolling once more against his hand, your need burning once more within you. His mouth was greedy and insatiable in it’s assault on your sensitive pearl, teeth nipping to draw more moans and cries from you. Your slick was leaking out as he continued to fist you, trembles racing along your limbs.

Your threshold for stimulation was lower and these ministrations were pushing you rapidly towards another orgasm. His free hand raked over your fevered skin, reaching up to fondle at a breast bouncing freely over the edge of your bra. Tears were pooling in your eyes as he rolled your nipple, toying with your body until you were stuttering out his name in broken cries.

“Ka-Katsuki!”

He growled against your clit, the vibration tightening the coil forming in your belly.

“Cum on my hand again, slut.” he ordered.

Hearing the gravel in his command was enough to push you over the edge, a scream tearing from your throat. You bucked wildly beneath him, his fist still pumping within you. In response, he suckled hard on your clit. The pleasure was so intense your fluids shot out, splashing onto Katsuki’s chest. When you finally came down from your climax, he pulled back his hand, leaving you achingly empty.

“Look at me.” he told you, his voice hoarse with his own desire.

You did as he told you, eyeing the slick that was smeared on his chest. The explosion user gave you a feral smirk and lifted his hand up to his lips, lapping up your arousal coating it. The sight left you feeling hot despite the weakness flooding your limbs. A hungry glint shining in his eyes, the blonde lifted you into his arms, carrying you back to his bedroom.

“You made me wait for you for weeks. I’m nowhere near done with you, dumbass.”

#BNHA #BNHA smut #Adult Bakugou x reader #Adult Bakugou #BNHA fanfiction

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lovelyasfcuk · 4 years ago

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Voyager

A Mandalorian Story | Din Djarin x F!Reader

IV: The Lawless

Summary: With a simple plan gone awry, Din must get himself and the child to safety, forced off planet. He must come to terms with a new reality, as his perspectives continue to be challenged and walls being broken down.

Warnings: Violence. Anxiety. Injury. Mentions of blood. Pining.

A/N: This chapter is a little longer, because I am so very much in love with the reader and where we are going!

From behind the stall, you carefully lifted the canvas flap, peering side to side for any threat. Creeping along the back wall and turning the sharp corner, you found a black speeder bike, carrying a sleek black helmet at its handlebar. An outdated commission, by the look of it, and displaying loyalties to the old empire. Readjusting the knapsack around your chest, you mounted the bike, hastily firing the ignition.

Din realized your disappearance from the stall and quickly searched through the scope, checking every face in the commotion below. Suddenly, a blaster fire shot passed him from where he was now crouched.

Din zeroed in on the individuals with their blasters aimed, and squeezing the trigger, their forms vaporized in a flash. One after the other, but even with him having the high ground, many others were joining the action.

A small group of mercenaries had started ascending the hill on its flank, during the battle that had ensued. Taking cover from behind the stalking trees, they took aim at the Mandalorian and opened fire. In a swift move, Din grabbed the child, tucking him protectively against his body and rolled behind a rock face nearby.

Bolts framed the boulder, as he waited for an opportunity to take his own shot. Hunters and any criminal who had heard the rumors in the port, willing to take a chance for their own gain, were called to attention by the scuffle. More and more began making their way out of the port, toward the gunfire echoing against the ancient ruins.

Din soon confirmed in his mind that you had fled the scene, along with any chance of supplies and the credits. Anger and frustration flared in his chest at the thought, instead he tried to refocus his efforts on escaping to the Crest.

With the growing number approaching, returning on foot was not an option. Their only hope would be the jetpack, but he would have to minimize gunfire to protect the child.

Pinned behind the boulder, he took the first opportunity he could, quickly aiming the blaster and firing, taking out a Trandoshan. He took cover again, safely tucking the child behind his body.

Again, he primed himself to take another opportunity and as he tried to take aim, a bolt hit Din causing him to fall back to the damp soil. A strangled cry cracked through the modulator as he rolled behind the boulder, breathing heavy against the rock.

A deafening roar grabbed the duo’s attention, as a speeder bike sped up the hill, lifting higher than its natural hover as it made the top. Din quickly aimed his blaster at the rider, watching it skid to a halt - an imperial scout, he thought. The rider quickly pressed a button on the side of their helmet, visor snapping up.

“Get on!” you called out; your voice altered by the helmet’s speaker. You quickly pulled your dual blasters, opening fire on the mercenaries to cover the Mandalorian as he mounted the bike behind you.

Din sheltered the child between your bodies, wrapping one arm around you and clutching the bike with the other. Once secured, you peeled the bike out of the hilltop and down into the forest out of the line of fire.

You rode at top speed, masterfully banking rock formations, keeping away from any carved path and out of sight within the darkness. You both knew you would be followed, many catching up sooner than you would hope. Din scanned through the blur, blaster in hand and finger hovering over the trigger.

The journey back to the Razor Crest would be quicker and you silently prayed you had put enough distance between you three and the assailants. Just then, three speeder bikes sped forward, flanking on each side. You pulled the bike, weaving swiftly between the towering trees, trying to keep eyes on the approaching bikes.

Din took aim and shot, knocking a rider off his bike, before it collided into a trunk and erupting in a plume of fire and smoke. You caught sight of a part of the forest, too dense for this chase.

“Hold on!” you yelled, as Din quickly locked his grip on your body and the child, bracing himself.

Hitting the breaks, the bike skid to a halt, throwing it in the opposite direction and gained as much speed as you could. Both riders slid to a halt, avoiding the trees and after a moment, continued in the same path.

Panting as the panic grew, you saw the clearing up ahead, the sun’s rays glowing through the leaves. Your muscles tensed as you approached, slowing the bike as you entered, until it glided up to the Crest. Din hit the button on his gauntlet, activating the loading ramp and threw his leg off the bike, lifting the child with him.

You scanned the clearing; it was empty. Your heads both snapped up at the distant sound of humming, growing louder by the second. You pulled Din’s knapsack from around your body and handed it to him in haste,

“This is just about everything. It should get you to your next few destinations. I’m sorry, I wish I could have done more.”

Din took the bag in his fist only to be interrupted by entry of the speeder bikes. You pulled your blasters from your holster and took aim, opening fire. A land speeder arrived, five passengers disembarking and joining the gun fight, advancing on foot.

“What are you doing? Get out of here!” you yelled as the Mandalorian slung the knapsack around his chest and drew a blaster.

“There are too many. You won’t make it out of here alive.” He replied, the fire growing louder.

More bolts began darting into the clearing from different sides of the forest – you were surrounded. Din began retreating toward the Crest’s ramp, shooting down as many as he could within range.

“Let’s go!” He called out to you.

Knowing the fight was already lost, panic began building in your chest, tightening with every shallow breath you took. The roaring blaster fire and shouts from the attackers, blended with the louder thoughts within your mind.

You narrowed your eyes and squared your jaw, as you returned your blasters to her holster. Without another thought, you held your arms out; hands outstretched with tension. Eyes snapping shut, you took a deep breath and cried out.

Din stilled at the rumble around them and the abrupt end of gunfire. An unseen blast had thrust the mob from the clearing, the trees and ferns blown back by the force. He looked to you – your outstretched arms becoming limp and your chest heaving, gasping for air - you met his stare with caution.

“Go. Go now.” you barked, throwing your leg off the bike and marched to his still form, still clutching his blaster in hand.

The Mandalorian paused, trying registering what he had witnessed. Your helmet’s visor still retracted; he searched your eyes. They gave you away almost instantly, where your body created a more convincing disguise.

He knew the feeling well, as he saw it for most of his life in those around him – fear.

“You can’t stay here. You have been marked. More will come and you know it.” He told you confidently.

Your jaw still set, you focused up at him from under furrowed brows.

“Leaving now is your only hope for escaping with your life.” He concluded, quickly scanning the clearing’s edge, knowing there was only borrowed time.

You both turned at a sudden grumbling off in the distance. Your sight met once more in silent agreement and you hurriedly stalked past Din toward the Crest.

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The navigation screen sputtered as Din tried to key in the next destination. He tapped the dashboard above it twice with this gloved finger, attempting to clear the screen. A faulty command flashed in error. He sighed, taking control of the steering, redirecting the Crest in the flight path he used for their arrival and set autopilot.

In the cargo hold, you sat against the ship’s wall, thoughtfully gazing at the trooper’s helmet in your hands. Din snapped you out of your contemplation as he made his way down the deck ladder with the child tucked between his arm and chest.

You met the gaze of Din’s helmet and looked back at the stolen one, “You can drop me at your next destination.”

Din cocked his head at the chill in your tone. “I’m…sorry…about having to leave.” He finally spoke, unsure of what to say.

“It was likely for the best.” you replied in a sigh, “Nothing is ever permanent.”

Din paused, watching you trace your fingertips across the sleek lines of the helmet, knowing your thoughts were far beyond the conversation. He approached and sat on the cargo next to you, setting the child down at his hip. You stilled momentarily, not used to the proximity.

“What happened in the clearing…” He began.

Your body tensed at the question, bracing for an invisible impact.

“He can do that as well,” Din continued, tipping his head down at the child. Your wide eyes lifted off the helmet in your hands and met the large brown eyes watching you, gazing at each other for a moment.

“You told me he belongs with his kind, which is the reason for what happened on Nevarro. I was told of a people called Jedi…” He confessed.

Your eyes shifted to Din; his gaze fixed on you. With a sigh, you set the helmet down between you, “I am not a Jedi, if that is your question.” you returned your attention to the child and slowly reached your palm to his tiny claw.

The ever-present electricity was something familiar now, but when your hands touched, it seemed to pulse. The child cooed in contentment and reached out to you.

“The force is strong with you, little one.” you spoke softly, enjoying the calm that fell upon the hold.

“The force?” Din asked incredulously.

“Do you not believe in the force?”

“There isn’t much truth in myth.” He continued with the same skepticism.

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t make it myth. The great Mandalorians? The Mandalorian creed? Are they not truth?” you asked.

The Mandalorian fell silent and looked down at the child as he held onto your hands. You watched his visor for a sign of opposition - a slight move, a tilt. All you found was stillness, and in his silence, you sensed forlorn.

“You have witnessed his strength. You have been told the Jedi are his people and made it your life’s mission to reunite him. It is the very reason your heart beats after every battle. It is what brought you to him. How is it that you still do not believe in the force?”

There was no defense for your words, penetrating his beskar without hesitation. Din remained still, but his mind hummed with revelation.

The child had climbed into your lap and began idly toying with the pocket flaps on your belt. You watched the steel form next to you unmoving, watching the child, seemingly processing your words. You paused and bit your lip slightly, finding your strength.

“I have searched…most of my life…for answers. This mission you are on - it is a difficult undertaking. You will need all the luck you can get.” you said, snapping him out of his reverie.

“Not luck. A partner. You have knowledge in what he can do and where to continue. With your help, Ic can reunite him with his kind, and maybe, you will find your answers along the way.”

You listened to the confidence in his voice and how intently his gaze was fixed on yours.

You chuckled in response. “What is your name?”

“Din. Din Djarin.”

A delicate smile played on your lips and your eyes softened, as you extended your right hand toward him. Din placed his hand in yours and grasped your fingers, feeling so fragile and small in his. The warmth of your touch seeped through his gloved hand. The feeling, he could only compare to the distant memories of comfort in his childhood.

“Din.” you repeated his name, sending a jolt through his body and feeling his heart stutter. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Your eyes drifted from his visor to your joined hands, his orange tipped gloves encasing yours, when your eye caught a dark shadow.

“You’re hit!” you exclaimed, unable to mask your shock. Beneath his right pauldron, a charred rip was torn within the canvas that covered his bicep, seeped dark with blood.

“A graze.” He returned, dismissing any fuss.

Immediately, you stood and marched across the hold to retrieve the med kit that hung on the wall with the Crest’s supplies. Returning, you set the kit down in your place.

“Allow me?” you asked hesitantly, reaching out your palm.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Please? It’s the very least I could do after saving my life.”

Din hesitated for a moment, but quickly nodded and stretched out his arm toward you. You lifted the stolen helmet, set it down on the grated floor and sat in its place.

Din felt himself tense and tried to focus on anything but the present moment, so he watched you -

You seemed to relax under pressure or in concentration. You absentmindedly tucked your hair behind her ear and squinted. Your hands were steady, sure of yourself. Your movements were fluid, fingers dancing as you worked.

Your features were delicate, yet somehow strong – your cheekbones, the line of your jaw, your chin. A tiny wrinkle sat between your brows. Your eyes were bright and alert, a full fringe of lashes fell upon the light shadow tinged skin under them. He had the feeling you did not have opportunity to smile often. Your lips were full, slightly pursed as you focused, glowing a soft hued pink.

“It looks like they just missed the beskar by a few centimeters.” you commented, breaking the silence. Feeling his glare, you glanced over at his visor. “What?”

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” He spoke in almost a whisper.

“I have been on my own for a while. I have seen a thing or two, in many different systems. Most times bacta was a luxury.” you smirked, reaching for a bacta patch from the med kit. You slid it beneath the open canvas, positioning it over his wound, before gently pressing.

“There. Good as new.” you smiled at him.

At that moment, a rustling filled the serenity, as the child had found his way into the knapsack resting at Din’s feet. He reached down and pulled him out of the bag, only to find him grasping to one of your texts.

“I’ll be taking that, you little sneak.” you chided, gently pulling the text from his claws.

“I guess leaving wasn’t a huge loss.”

“I’ve learned to carry only things invaluable to me. Not every moment is promised.” you said as you gently caressed the cover. “I believe there is a thing or two in these that might give us a clue.”

“First, I need to see about repairs to the Crest. We won’t make it far with the nav out.”

“I might know someone who can remedy that. However, we’ll need to head to Black Spire.”

“That will take some time without hyper speed.” Din replied with a sigh. “I will set the course. In the meantime, you should get some rest. Uh…Thank you.” He said motioning to his arm, then gathered the child into his arms as he made his way to the cockpit, clicking switches disabling the overhead lights within the hold.

The gentle glow of the ambient lighting filled the space. He hesitated at the ladder and turned, “Make yourself…comfortable. Anything you need…”

You raised your hand gently, shaking your head. “I’ll be just fine. Thank you, Din.” you smiled.

“Sleep well.” The modulated voice gently murmured.

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Tags: @babybelou @pascalsky

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #star wars #star wars fic #baby yoda #grogu #pedro pascal character x reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters x reader #pedro pascal characters x you #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal #voyager #black spire

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: Pet the Kitty (spicyhoney standalone)

Summary: Edge does not resent that his cat is utterly shameless when it comes to Stretch. (He just wishes he could do the same)

Notes: Totally based on a twitter prompt. Link to the prompt available on AO3.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Lemon Goodness, Rough Sex, Yearning, Jealous of a Damn Cat

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“aww, who’s a pretty girl, yes, she is, pretty pretty baby.”

It was almost offensive, really.

Doomfanger was a lovely cat, of that there was no question. Long, silky fur that was blissful to stroke, (and that clung stubbornly to every surface when shed, particularly Edge’s trousers), her wide eyes strikingly blue against the wheaten shade of her coat and the dark mask of fur on her face. Beautiful, yes, and aware of it; she craftily used her enticing appearance to lull unsuspecting guests into a false sense of security. Despite Edge’s warnings, so many of them were reeled in for that first stroke and then went for a second. That was when she struck, sinking her needle-sharp teeth and claws into any hand that fell for her trap.

It happened often enough that Edge kept a small first aid kit in the front room and anyone who complained as antiseptic was dabbed on their bleeding wounds was firmly reminded that they’d been warned. Do not touch the cat.

But for some reason, that rule never seemed to apply to Stretch. Even before they added the vulgar title of ‘fuck buddies’ to their relationship, Fanger seemed to set her personal morals aside for Stretch (and Edge did not think at how similar that was to her owner). She seemed to sense when he was at the door and came running, already chirping her baby-cry meow as she wound her way between his feet, nearly tripping him before he was even properly inside.

It was mortifying, Edge decided, watching with his arms crossed over his chest as his cat flopped to her side and exposed her vulnerable belly for Stretch to rub. No, it was shameful, and he did not resent that when he petted her belly, more often than not he’d be hastily jerking his hand away from a sudden application of sharp teeth.

He didn’t say a word, though, not a single one, and Edge was very sure that whatever expression was on his face, it didn’t warrant the calculating expression that fell across Stretch’s when he glanced up and caught sight of him. It certainly didn’t deserve that infuriating smirk as Stretch stood, dusting any clinging fur from his bony fingers as Doomfanger loudly voiced her displeasure at the cruel abandonment.

“aww, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Stretch crooned. He sauntered over and the cocky roll of his hips was nearly as infuriating as the way it drew the gaze, implying a certain level of skill in a very specific context. “do you need pets, too?”

“You—” Fucker never made it out of his mouth, smothered beneath a harsh kiss as he was suddenly caged in Stretch’s arms. Just as well, it was better to have the reality of it than the word. Stretch was stronger than he looked, easily able to lift Edge off his feet, urging him silently to wrap his legs around those inviting hips to carry him off towards the bedroom.

They didn’t quite make it, mouths jarring apart as Stretch briefly stumbled, his sweatshirt gone askew where Edge gripped it. The temptation to sink his teeth into Stretch’s exposed collarbone was too much to resist and had him stumbling again, cursing loudly as he turned to push Edge against the wall with enough force to knock his breath from him.

“you little shit, wanna play like that?” Breathed hotly against his skull.

He didn’t, couldn’t say, yes, fuck yes, have me, take me, make me. He could only tip his head back against the wall, snarling wordlessly at the ceiling as his clothes were seized with magic and torn away, leaving him bare to the bones, his cunt forming between his roughly spread femurs. His clothes were certainly taking a beating these past few weeks since they’d begun this, sometimes ripped to little more than rags, and he didn’t care. Not so long as he could be here, his wrists roughly pinned to the wall by strong, slim fingers, another arm under his knee, hitching him up higher as Stretch struggled to wriggle down his shorts, his cock pushing urgently against Edge’s already humiliatingly dripping pussy.

They both groaned in unison as he shoved inside, filling Edge with one hard, deep thrust. It was almost too much, the girthy stretch of it almost painful with no prep and Stretch didn’t pause, already moving, his pelvis pistoning against Edge’s as he drove in with a brutal rhythm.

“Fuck!” Edge grunted. Barely, he could feel the burn of friction on his bones where he was jostling against the wall. Hard to pay attention to that when the angle of Stretch’s cock inside him was perfect, hammering in exactly where he needed it and sending his vision into stars. The wet glicking sound of it was loud, obscene, pulsing with metronome precision.

“yeah, that’s the idea, baby,” Stretch gasped out. The undercurrent of laughter in his voice was familiar and unwelcome, and Edge wrenched a hand free, scrabbling for a grip around Stretch’s neck to cling viciously. Needle sharp fingers dug into his cervical vertebra and Stretch yelped and only fucked him harder, returning his viciousness in kind, stretching him brutally past his limits.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I—” Edge whined, his voice shorting out into a desperate cry.

“don’t you fucking come,” Stretch grunted, “don’t you dare, not yet.”

He nearly disobeyed immediately, even as Stretch suddenly withdrew, unceremoniously releasing Edge so that he slid down the wall, staggering to his feet and nearly collapsed directly to the floor. He didn’t have the chance to even catch his balance, spun abruptly around and a foot clad in an untied sneaker kicked his legs apart, Stretch crowding him back into the wall, both hands on his pelvis angling his hips as he pushed roughly back in.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” Edge wailed, his voice breaking and hoarse, his sharpened fingertips gouging into the wall as Stretch drew back to only the tip and slammed back in, again, again, oh, fuck, again.

A slim hand fumbled down between his legs, two fingers vicious on either side of his clit, stroking with painful intensity and his threatening orgasm abruptly swarmed over him, dimming his vision on a blinding rush of pure, sweet bliss that left him trembling and weak. He sagged, held up only by Stretch’s hands and weight holding him against the wall, sliding in his own sweat disgustingly damp beneath his bones.

Stretch never paused, hands shifting to Edge's pelvis and his fingers digging into the iliac crests as he kept fucked into him with a brutal drive. He panted out against the back of Edge's skull, “that’s one. now let’s see what you can do for me.”

By the time Edge properly came back to his senses, lying in his sweat-and-cum sticky sheets, the light coming in through the bedroom blinds was tinged with twilight. Next to the bed, Stretch was pulling on his stained clothes, his hands still a little fuck-clumsy, quivering yet with little aftershocks.

“Leaving so soon?” Edge managed to keep it light, a teasing question that didn’t reveal any of his inner turmoil.

“yeah, i gotta, promised blue i’d be home for dinner,” Stretch yawned. He gave the back of his clothed pelvis a crude, vigorous scratching. “gonna have to shortcut right to the shower and hose off as it is, don’t think spunk is the aroma du jour for a lasagna…oh, hey, there, beautiful.”

As Edge watched, Stretch crouched down to where the cat was winding through his legs and gently stroked a hand down Doomfanger’s arched back. Gentleness that he never showed Edge, not that he asked for it or even wanted it. He scritched lightly under Fanger’s chin and the rusty sound of her purr filled the small room, as did her mrrp of disappointment when Stretch stopped.

“see you this weekend?” Almost a careless afterthought, as if Stretch didn’t mind very much if he did or not.

“Maybe Sunday, I’m busy Saturday.” Busy doing nothing but pretending he wasn’t desperate for more of this, so much more.

“sounds good, text me. laterz.” With a casual wave over one shoulder, Stretch shambled out of the room, shoelaces trailing, and Fanger’s last protesting mewl following him out as he closed the door behind him.

Doomfanger leapt lightly on the bed, her tail curled around her feet as she sat just out of reach.

“What?” Edge asked her defiantly.

Her meow was as accusing as the glare in her pale blue eyes.

“It’s not like that,” he told his cat, “we’re not in a real relationship.”

Her tail twitched, once, twice, like a snake. “What can I possibly do? If he wanted to stay, he’d ask. Obviously, he doesn’t, what do you want me to do, beg?”

Doomfanger blinked slowly, her ears flicked, and Edge sighed. “I know.” Softer, a confession only for feline hearing. “I know. I wish he would stay, too.”

That seemed to be all she had to say about the situation. Doomfanger stood and walked fastidiously across the soiled sheets, settling back down against his ribcage. Her purr was loud enough to rattle bone and Edge rubbed her ears, touching silky fur that Stretch’s fingers had only just stroked with such gentleness. It seemed he saved his kindness for only one pussy in the household and Edge did not yearn for a softer touch against his own. He didn’t and he’d keep telling himself that until he believed it.

Edge lay there in the growing darkness and pet Doomfanger for a very long time, and tried not to think, tried and failed, because his cat really liked his fuck buddy, his friend, his…he didn’t know, and couldn’t risk asking. All he knew was that Doomfanger really liked Stretch and Edge was very much afraid that he liked him, too, and all he could do was lie here and pretend he wasn’t jealous of his own blasted cat.

He drifted off to a rumbling purr at his side and the memory of soft words, who’s a pretty girl, yes, she is, pretty pretty baby, words that weren’t for him, not in the slightest.

But he could still pretend.

-fin

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #lemon goodness

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atiny-dazzlinglight · 5 years ago

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Helping Hands

Paring: OT8 with a Wooyoung focus

Word count:5.5k

Category: It’s smut

Summary: It was a rare rest period in their busy schedules. The boys all took advantage of it and spent days doing the things they like and enjoy. So when everyone decided to go out one day, Wooyoung tried to relax from all the promotions with pleasure. It was going well until he opened his eyes to see San and Yunho. He wouldn’t have cared that much if there wasn’t a vibrator up his ass; pushing right on his prostate.

I post on AO3 too

Taglist: @atiny-piratequeen @angel0taiyo @d0uble0hd0nut ( I’ll add more at a later time)

“ Woo-ya, are you sure you wanna stay in the dorm?” White hair peeked out from behind the door before Hongjoong’s face was revealed. He stayed in the doorway as he put his jacket on.

Wooyoung sat up from his bunk before walking over to his leader; a sincere smile on his face.

“ Yeah, I’m just going to rest today. I was out all day yesterday, so now I wanna sleep in.” Wooyoung answered before leaning in to give a peck on his lips that the elder returned.

“ Well, call one of us if you need anything because I don’t know how long we’ll be out.”

His concerns with all of the members are what make them all love him.

“Okay hyung, now go enjoy your day off.” He gave him one last kiss before Hongjoong bid farewell and left, leaving him the only one in the dorm. Wooyoung stepped outside his and Yeosang’s room to check the other rooms and the common areas. Not a soul was around.

Perfect.

Wooyoung rushed back to his bunk and pulled the corner up to reveal a black bag; hastily dumping the contents on the bed.

A new bottle of lube and silver-colored vibrator.

A part of him knew that he shouldn’t pleasure himself like this when his hyungs and JongHo were away. With everyone always willing to experiment, we all used toys to spice up our relationship. But the catch is that we never used toys for masturbation unless it’s mutual.

Every sinful toy we own is placed in a box by Seonghwa and in stays in Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s room. If you so much as breathe on it, Seonghwa can tell and would be quick to interrogate. Even down to the sex toys, everything was properly cleaned and placed in the box in his usual tidy way.

That’s why him purchasing his own for himself would cause even more of a problem if he’s caught.

He didn’t want to burden his boyfriends on their days off because he felt like they all deserved to relax, especially after MAMA.

So he purchased the toy over their last break and kept it hidden until now.

Anxiously, he pulled his grey sweats down with his boxers. He already prepped himself in the shower he took not long ago, so he wouldn’t have to waste time. He uncapped the bottle onto his fingers and poured a generous amount. He positioned his body on his hands and knees; reaching his arm behind him to rub the ring of his ass before pushing a finger inside.

His breathing was shaky as he pumped himself before adding another, groaning at the stretch. He stretched himself until there were three fingers inside before pulling out with a sigh.

Pouring lube onto the vibrator, he pressed the cool toy at his hole until his muscles gave way and the toy sunk slowly inside. He had to bite his lip to stop the sounds from leaving his throat. He started to weakly thrust the toy inside him, enjoying the slow burn to his ass.

He arched his back into the feeling, his thrust growing stronger as he adjusted his hand to turn the toy on; a buzzing sound is heard from behind him.

“ Oh god…” Wooyoung breathed out. He began to twist his wrist at a moderate pace, all discomfort left and was replaced with the pleasure that he’s been needing for a while.

He kept missing his prostate, not wanting to make himself cum too fast so, like the tease he was, he strategically probed around it.

His mind started to wander as he thought about his other lovers. From having Yeosang underneath him, panting and begging for more until he fills him to brim with his cum to having Seonghwa pound him into the bed until he’s cross-eyed.

“ Hyungs…” He switched the vibrations two times higher and his voice went up a notch. Another reason for him wanting to be alone since he was already known for being loud and in all aspects.

The vibrator buzzed stronger and it drew closer to the spot he purposely avoided. He mentally argued with himself to see if he should get this over with or not. He doesn’t know how much time has gone by and he doesn’t know how long everyone will be gone for.

He decided he couldn’t waste any more time. He turned the up the dial once more and pressed the tip directly into his prostate and a scream nearly left his throat.

“ Oh god yes!” Wooyoung threw his hips back into the toy as his hand pressed it deeper inside him. Every time he pushed the toy inside, it would jab his prostate deliciously; drawing out beautiful moans that have gotten so loud that he couldn’t hear the main door open. His mind was completely empty besides the climax that he was trying to reach.

“ So close, so close!” Wooyoung dared to even turn the damned thing up, even more, drool slipping out of his mouth and hitting the sheets of his comforter. With his head facing the wall, he didn’t see nor hear the door of his room open and someone walk towards him.

He was so close to cumming right before a hand stopped his actions, denying his chance of release.

“ Woo-ya~, when did you get something like this?”

It was then that the pleasure cleared his brain and he realized that he was no longer alone. He turned his head to the side slowly to see the evil glint in San’s cat eyes and from across the room was a playful looking Yunho.

“ I never seen this toy before. Hyung, have you seen this?” San asked he bored his eyes into the younger, fully pulling the toy out of him. A whine leaving his throat by accident, making San’s lips curl up.

“ I haven’t seen that one before. Woo must have bought this for himself behind our backs. Am I right Woo-ya?”

San tugged Wooyoung up off the bed, the hoodie he was wearing covering his still prominent bulge as he tried to cover it with his hands. “ I didn’t want to bother you all since we were having a rest period. I didn’t want to bother you with my horniness.” The lilac haired boy explained as he looked between the both of them with pleading eyes. “ We can keep this between ourselves right?” Woo pressed his lips against his neck, trying his best to seduce himself out of trouble.

San gave this giddy laugh from the action before an arm came from behind and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, making the boy whine as his neck was pulled back uncomfortably.

“ Oh, my sweet little Wooyoungie. Even if I wanted to let you go, it’s too late for that. Yunho-hyung took a picture of you when you were enjoying yourself and sent it to the group chat with everyone else. You’re in trouble now.” He could hear the grin on his lips as Yunho walked over to show the short video he secretly took of himself moving back onto the toy, moaning loud and proud.

Wooyoung can feel the color leave his face as they both looked down at him.

“ It’s okay baby. You were a bit horny and you just wanted some release. But you do understand that it’s gonna be a hell of a time to get there now since you did what you did.” Yunho caressed the side of his face before he got a call on his phone. He stood up and quickly answered it.

“ Yes hyung?”

The younger knew this was bad. It’s either Seonghwa or Hongjoong on the phone and neither one of them was a good thing to hear. He was in a world of punishment now.

“ Okay hyung, I’ll do that until everyone gets here. See you soon.” He hung up before looking back at Woo. “ You’re in deep trouble Woo. I hope it was worth it.”

Yunho looked up at San, “ Bring him to the living room, while I go get a few things that they want me to get.”

“ Okay~” San released his hair as he pulled him up by his arm and pulled him into the common space. Yunho went in the opposite direction, entering Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s shared room.

“ I must admit Woo-ya,” The lilac-haired boy turned his head to meet his older lover, the white patch on his head drawing his attention before looking back into his cat-like gaze, “ It took everything in me to not pull the toy out from inside of you and pound into you myself. I was really considering it.” His lips ghosted against the column of his neck, making the younger let out a low groan. He playfully bit a spot on his neck, making him whine.

“ If it was just me that found you, then I would have let you slide, but since it wasn’t…” He traveled up and brought his mouth to his, pressing a searing kiss that swallowed any other sounds from him. Hands tangled in his hair as they fell onto the couch together, teeth slightly clanking from the impact, but it didn’t stop them.

San ground his clothed erection into Wooyoung’s and the latter arched his back into him as his hands wrapped around his shoulder. They wouldn’t have pulled apart so soon if it wasn’t for Yunho clearing his throat.

“ I can’t leave you guys alone for one minute, can I?” Yunho joked as San detached his lips from him, the boy underneath him panting hard.

“ Your resolve isn’t that strong either.” San rebuked as he pulled himself off of Wooyoung and stood next to the older.

Woo looked over at his hyung’s hands and noticed what he brought back. His eyes went wide as they quickly went back to look at his face. “ He told you to get those?”

He lifted the cock ring and a black vibrator that he knew too well. “ I was told to use these on you until everyone else gets back.” He gave a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he stalked over towards him, making him feel smaller than he usually does with their size difference. But in this type of situation, he just felt intimidated.

“ Lift the front of your hoodie.”

He wasn’t asking him. He was ordering him around and his cock jumped a bit at the change of tone.

He lifted the front like he was told as he watched the older bend down in front of him, securing the cock ring around him snugly. “ Bend over on the couch and put your arms behind your back.” San physically shivered at his tone since Yunho isn’t always such a serious dom, but when he did, it was a sight to see.

Wooyoung turned around on his stomach, his face pressed against the cushion and slowly putting his arms behind him. Yunho reaches for his wrist as Wooyoung could feel the cold metal of the cuffs on his wrist.

“ You prepped yourself well, so this can slide right in.” Yunho pulled his hoodie up to his back, he spread his ass before spitting on his hole and grabbing the vibrator, slowly pressing it inside, still not wanting to hurt him despite his earlier ministrations.

Once it was fully seated, he rubbed his lower back gently. Woo could feel the toy pressed right against his prostate too, making him groan whenever his muscles flexed around it.

Yunho sat him up and moved him slowly to the floor until his legs were folded underneath him. Yunho leveled with him before he slowly brought his lips to his younger lover. Wooyoung kissed him back as he felt his large hand travel down to caress his back before making its way to the vibrator and quickly turning it on to its max.

Wooyoung’s body jolted upwards and a moan left his throat. He stared up at Yunho’s eyes, watching him pull up from his spot and standing beside San.

“ Now, you’ll have to sit there like that until everyone comes back. Just enjoy yourself a bit since that toy is the one known for hitting everyone’s prostate so good. You wanted pleasure and now you got it.” He gave a tight-lipped smile before looking at San, “ And while we wait for everyone else to get back, do you mind helping your hyung out for a bit?”

Yunho pulled San flushed against his body, the latter feeling the hard-on that’s fighting to leave his jeans as well. San looked over at Wooyoung, who looked absolutely beautiful with him trying to stop any loud moans, pleading to not leave him alone. “ Sorry Wooyoung, but I’m gonna listen to hyung this time.” He gave the boy a sympathetic look as Yunho dragged him out, ignoring the tiny whine that left the poor boy as he was now alone until everyone came back.

It took everyone a half an hour or so to come back home, no one was rather far away. Most of them waited for the others to arrive, so they all could walk inside together. After Mingi and Jongho came back, at last, they all headed up to their apartment together. Once Seonghwa unlocked the door, everyone could hear the loud whines from inside.

“ Well, he sounds needy now doesn’t he?” Mingi joked as they all piled inside, walking towards the living room to witness the pitiful form of Wooyoung.

The boy had tears down his supple cheeks, his body shook slightly from the dry orgasms he received from the still buzzing toy. Precum was completely oozing out of his cock that was aching painful hard.

“ Hyungs please…” His voice sounded so small and weak at this point.

Yunho and San came back into the room after hearing everyone else enter; San basically clinging onto the giant of a man as they walked side by side. A satisfied glint in his eyes as they got closer to them, entitling something more had happened.

“ How many dry orgasms did he have?” Seonghwa asked without tearing his eyes from the sight of Wooyoung, who was wiggling on the floor to try and adjust the toy from targeting his prostate.

“ From what we heard, he had about three of them,” Yunho answered as he went over to look at the boy.

“ Sit him up.” Hongjoong waved at Mingi and the peach haired boy walked around to sit Wooyoung back up, his legs folded under him again. His head was tilted down so Mingi used his hand to make him lock eyes with their leader.

“ You stayed home so you could break rules?” His white-haired lover asked in a tone that sounded nothing but disappointed, “ You went off and bought yourself your own personal toy to use on yourself and not tell anyone? How long did you think it was gonna take for us to notice?” Hongjoong squatted in front of him, watching him try to fight off another dry orgasm.

“ I- I didn’t want to bother anyone…” a moan interrupted his speaking before he controlled himself once more, “...everyone was relaxing and resting...so I didn’t want to burden anyone.” Wooyoung managed to finish as the toy hit his prostate once more, throwing his head back against Mingi’s shoulder.

“ So you bought a new toy for yourself?” Seonghwa interrupted as he stepped forward. “ Even if you didn’t want to burden us, that doesn’t explain the toy that you went out and bought. What a selfish slut.”

Seonghwa peered down at him with eyes that made him feel utterly small. But then, he had the nerve to make his sweet words clash with the intensity of his eyes.

“ But you know what, it’s okay. You want pleasure, then that’s what you’ll get baby boy.”

Seonghwa pulled him up onto shaky legs by the front of his hoodie for a very demanding kiss. Mind completely hazed with desire so all he could do was stand there helpless as his wrist was still bound behind his back.

Seonghwa forced his tongue inside his mouth, sending the sensation straight to his cock, pre-cum just oozing out of the heated tip.

So lost in the skillful lips of his hyung, he almost ignored the new pair of hands that removed said cuffs and were now rubbing circles on his thighs before trailing down to his supple ass. Wooyoung lips fell from Seonghwa as he turned around to see Mingi behind him still.

“ You could have asked me to help you if you were so needy.” He said as he pulled his own erection out his pants before reaching for the toy and pulling it out swiftly.

“ Ah!~” Wooyoung’s muscles clenched, wishing that the emptiness inside would disappear. It made his knees buckle as he fell to the floor, on his knees in front of Seonghwa.

Woo could feel Mingi grind his hips into him, controlling himself until he gets the word from either Hongjoong or Seonghwa.

“ Baby, you want us to help you out? Do you want to lose yourself to pleasure like you wanted?” Seonghwa teases, living for the power he had on Wooyoung’s body.

“ Please! I can’t take it much longer.” His begging made him sound pitiful and you could hear audible low groans at how subby he sounds.

Seonghwa walks over to the couch, signaling Hongjoong to sit beside him as well.

“ Wreck him.”

Without missing a beat, Mingi pushed Wooyoung’s torso down, keeping his hips in place to thrust inside him in one clean stroke. The boy nearly screamed but he was in no pain. No, he was happy to finally have something inside him that wasn’t a toy.

Mingi’s hands went to grab his waist before picking up a rhythm of strong, deep strokes. The tip of him pounding into his prostate with a different force than the previous toys couldn’t muster at all, failing in comparison.

Lost in the sensation happening to his backside, he nearly missed the conversation going on.

“ Mingi-ya lay on your back and have him on top of you. I wanna ride Wooyoungie.” San said as he quickly stripped and threw his clothes elsewhere, cat eyes staring down at him as his prey, ready to pounce down and devour.

Mingo opted to listen and pulled Wooyoung’s wrist as he leaned back until his back hit the floor, the new position impaling Wooyoung even more into his cock.

San grabbed the lube that was conveniently left by Yunho since he knew what would happen later on to Woo. He poured an ample amount onto Wooyoung’s aching cock, giving a few strokes before hovering over his body.

“ Sanie please~ I can’t have you ride me at the same time right now.” The boy begged as he watched his best friend smirk down at him while his hand steadied the base of his cock.

“ You said you wanted pleasure right? So hyungs gonna give you the most pleasure you ever received. You should be thankful.” And with that, San’s muscles gave way and he full sated himself down on Wooyoung’s cock, twitching uncontrollably from the feeling of being inside of San’s tightness.

“Oh god Sanie…” The groan that left his throat was downright slutty as he felt his whole world tip over.

“ It’s been a while since you’ve been inside me Woo-ya.” He did an experimental roll, a groan leaving them both, “ I won’t go easy on you.”

San started to rotate his hips on Wooyoung as Mingi used his strength to thrust up into him as well. Whenever Mingi pulled out a bit, San was there to catch him off guard with a squeeze that made its way to his throat with a choked sob.

“ Sanie you can do better than that now,” Hongjoong said from his left. The boy looks over to see him with his shirt and pants gone and a needy Yeosang between his legs sucking him off noisily.

Beside him, Seonghwa had both Yunho and Jongho, attacking his cock with kisses, licks and nips once or twice. When Yunho went to swallow his length, Jongho scooted down to drag his tongue on his balls; drool sliding down to his hole that Jongho boldly decided to press a finger inside.

Seonghwa hissed at the suddenness but gave no sign to tell him to stop. “ He wanted to be pleasured, so treat him right.” Seonghwa huffed as he threw his head back when his tip hit the back of Yunho’s throat, the chocolate haired boy demanding his attention back on him.

With a lighthearted laugh despite his current situation as he adjusted his legs on the sides of Wooyoung and Mingi, pressing his hands on the center of Woo’s chest before slamming his hips down; ultimately pressing Mingi deeper inside of Wooyoung due to the force that San used.

Both Mingi and Wooyoung moaned in unison as San took over the pace of the three, proving to be the demanding power bottom that he was.

“ Sanie! Sanie!” Chanting his name like a prayer, Woo’s head was thrown back in ecstasy; stomach growing tight as he felt another dry orgasm coming on as Mingi kept slamming into his prostate and San’s wall clenching tight as he drives into him.

Despite the control San has over them, he was still a whiny mess as he rode the purpled haired younger beneath him. He loved every second of watching his best friend come undone due to his antics. His hair matted on his forehead from sweat, drool starting to leave his puffy lips from previous kisses and lip biting, but the hazy look in his eyes that watched him with sin is what took him down.

Without a another word, San throws his head back with a loud moan as cum streamlined onto Wooyoung’s chest; his insides convulsing around him is what sent Wooyoung into another dry orgasm and like a chain reaction, milked Mingi of his seed with a deep groan as he filled him.

Catching his breath, San raised his hips slowly as he dismounted himself from the pile. Mingi raising his and Woo’s bodies, lifting the younger carefully to pull his softening cock out of him.

Still wrecked but needy, Wooyoung got up on shaky knees to see that while he was struggling to get up, Yeosang had positioned himself in front of him, cock in hand.

“ I hope you don’t think it’s over yet Woo-ya. You still got hyungs to please.” He delicately traces his swollen lips with his fingers before trailing up to his hair and pulling tightly at the strands, earning Yeosang a whine. “ Open up.”

Complying, Woo’s mouth slacked open and Yeosang didn’t hesitate to stuff his mouth. Wooyoung did his best to please him in his drunken state; loving the taste of Yeosang on his tongue. A taste he described as none other than Yeosangie’s own unique flavor. It was easy for that taste alone to spark a new desire to please.

So lost in Yeosang’s taste, he didn’t feel Jongho position himself at his entrance and thrusting inside with no difficulty, shocking Wooyoung at the suddenness. Trying to pull his mouth off to say something, he was quickly stopped as Yeosang decided to stuff himself deeper down his throat, almost making him gag.

“ Did I say you can pull off of me, slut?” Yeosang had a thing for belittling him and it only went straight to his cock, twitching against the cock ring.

With his hair in Yeosang’s hand and his waist in Jongho’s powerful grip, he was fucked into and belittled for who knows how long.

On the couch, Joong was making out with Seonghwa as Yunho trailed kisses up and down his neck. Pulling away from Joong, he tapped Yunho to stop.

“ You two can have fun. I will save myself into punishing our misbehaving baby.” Seonghwa told them before looking back at Joong again, “ Treat Yunho good for punishing Woo-ya until we got back.”

Joong was all but happy to comply as he crawled over, pushing Yunho’s back onto the couch. Seonghwa stood up and threw the bottle of lube to them as Yunho caught it in his hand. He passed it Hongjoong as he stared up at his leader with heated eyes as he watched him pour lube onto his cock and reaching behind him to cover his hole and quickly prep himself.

“ You did a good job at punishing Woo-ya when we weren’t here, so hyung will treat you good,” Hongjoong smirked down at him as he eased down onto Yunho’s thick length as the brown-haired boy sighed.

“ Hyung, you feel so good.” Yunho moaned as Joong raised his hips up and down his length at a moderate pace.

Seonghwa went back to the main show at hand to see how sloppy both Yeosang and Jongho’s thrust were getting. He witnessed Wooyoung’s jaw slack wide and open to let his usual shy hyung fuck his throat with no remorse. The maknae has knitted brows as he stared down, watching his cock disappear inside of Wooyoung’s hole and his ass jiggle with each thrust.

“ Hyung, your still so tight after getting fucked by Mingi-hyung. You feel so good.” Jongho panted out as you could hear Woo weakly moan around Yeosang cock that twitched against his tongue.

“ I’m gonna cum down your throat Wooyoungie. Take every drop okay?” Yeosang was just as worked up as Jongho. Wooyoung looked up at him, staring deep into Yeosang’s eyes as he managed to hollow his cheeks. Keeping eye contact with each other the whole time, Yeosang came down his throat and watched his friend of 5 years swallow it all down with no hesitation and resistance.

Pulling himself out of Woo’s mouth, the boy turned around to speak in a shaky voice. “ Jongho, cum inside me! Cum deep in your hyung okay?”

He was needy; desperate to please as he used his hands to support himself and thrust back into the youngest and clench around him, making Jongho’s nails dig into his hips.

“ Hyung wait!” He choked out, trying to pace himself so he wouldn’t cum but Wooyoung didn’t have any of it.

“ It’s okay, you did well. Treat hyung to that cum of yours. Fill me up.” Woo moaned as he made him hit his prostate once more, despite it being sensitive.

Making his hips come to a halt, Jongho gave in and added more cum inside of him. Wooyoung didn’t move as he waited for the younger to finish before moving his hips forward and sliding the maknae out of him.

Both him and Yeosang joined the pile on the floor with San and Mingi, who was cuddling in their post-orgasms haze. Seonghwa walked over to Wooyoung and knelt down beside him.

“ You’re doing so good Woo-ya,” he praised and he could see how happy it made the boy, “ Hyung will reward you for taking everyone so well.”

He lifted the boy up and placed him in the same position that Hongjoong was currently in ( which was beneath Yunho with his legs on his shoulders)

Seonghwa gently eased himself into Wooyoung’s puckered hole and they both let out a sigh.

It didn’t take long for Seonghwa to create a reasonable pace for the two that quickly had Wooyoung whining underneath him for more.

“ Hyung, I’ve been good. Please let me cum. I can’t no more.” Wooyoung practically sobbed as he felt himself getting ready to have another dry orgasm that he doesn’t want.

“ So you admit that what you did was wrong?” Seonghwa asked teasingly as a hand ghosted over his neglected cock that jumped with joy at being touched. Thumb idly running over the slit.

“ Yes! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. Please, Hyung!” He whined as he tilted his head back to see how gone Joong was as Yunho reached the depths of him. He pulled Yunho down and his lithe body was completely hidden from him, clutching at Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“ Deeper Yunho-ah! Make hyung cum!”

Hearing Hongjoong get needy was a sight and it ripped a groan from all three of them on the large couch.

“ Convince me Woo-ya.” Seonghwa drew his attention back to him with his words and Wooyoung was desperate. He will coax him into letting him cum and will do whatever it takes for it to happen.

“ I really want to cum, so please let me cum Sir!” Wooyoung watched as the oldest eyes darkened and he heard a strained laugh from behind him.

“You’re asking for it now Woo-ya,” Hongjoong said swiftly before Wooyoung felt the cock ring release itself from his cock and thrown across the room; Seonghwa folding him over like Hongjoong to pound relentlessly into him.

“ You wanna cum, then I’ll make you cum,” Seonghwa growled as he ruthlessly thrust into Wooyoung, making the boy moan louder and high-pitched as he pummeled into the smaller boy.

It won’t take him long to cum since he was already sensitive and edged from the ring that used to be around his base.

So lost in his own pleasure, he didn’t realize that Hongjoong and Yunho had finished quite some time ago and were now watching him.

He looked up into Seonghwa’s eyes to see how intent he was watching him. He could guess how he looked right now.

Downright sinful

“ Sir, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum.” Wooyoung begged even though he didn’t need to. Seonghwa can be cruel last minute and he would literally burst into tears if he did.

“ You can cum baby boy. Cum as much as you want.” Seonghwa told him, chasing his own orgasm. He was panting and groaning into Wooyoung’s ear and hearing how much pleasure he was bringing him was enough to send him over the edge.

With a clench, Seonghwa raised his body up in enough time to watch spurts and spurts of cum pour out Wooyoung with a scream. His toes were curled, his back was arched and his eyes rolled back into his head as everything came crashing down on him like the biggest wave. Complete and utter euphoria.

Seonghwa took the opportunity to continue to thrust as his insides convulsed and squeezed him like a vice until he came deep inside him as well, cum oozing out as he was completely stuffed.

Seonghwa stilled and waited for him to calm down before removing himself and admiring how fucked out he was. His eyes were barely open and the poor boy was even twitching from the sheer volume of his orgasm.

“ Wow, we really did a number on him this time,” San said as he crawled over to look at his lover, kissing his forehead as he murmured something.

“ I know we did. We gotta go and clean him up now before he goes to sleep.” Seonghwa said as he motioned Hongjoong to help him as the three walked off to their bathroom.

Seonghwa started the shower and was making it warm as Hongjoong went to check on Wooyoung who was dozing off on top of the toilet seat. He tapped his face gently to wake him up and he moaned while opening his legs.

“ I just wanna clean you, baby. You did so good for today.” He praises and Wooyoung gave a weak smile.

“ Bring him in the shower. I’ll wash him first and then I’ll get you next.” Seonghwa said as he slowly brought Wooyoung in the shower with him.

“ So what are you gonna do with him once it’s my turn?” Hongjoong asked, not wanting to leave him alone after all of this. He knows Wooyoung would get upset about it even if he doesn’t verbally say it.

“ Go tell Yunho that he’s taking Wooyoung to bed with him,” Seonghwa said as he took his time to clean Wooyoung.

He gently caressed him and made sure to be delicate around the erogenous zones on his body. He already dealt with enough stimulation and any more could kill the poor boy.

“ You did so well today baby. You took everyone and made hyung feel so good.” Seonghwa continued to whisper sweet nothings and plant kisses on his cheek and subtle kiss on his lips.

By the time he finished, Hongjoong came back with Yunho and Seonghwa stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

“ Can you dry him off and take him to bed?” Seonghwa looked at the brown-haired younger who looked like he was fighting sleep himself.

He nodded his head as he was passed the younger and a towel as he slowly dried him off.

Hongjoong was pulled into the shower by Seonghwa by the time Yunho slowly walked Wooyoung into his room.

He finally came down from his high and his body only had the desire to sleep. Yunho searches his drawers to at least but some boxers on him before pulling them both into his bed.

Wooyoung didn’t argue as he cuddles up into the giant teddy bear of a lover, despite him being the reason he got into this mess. His large hand rubbed the ache in his lower back and simultaneously made him more tired.

“ Sorry for getting you in trouble Wooyoung,” Yunho said and it drew a weak giggle from his sore throat. Thinking about the whole ordeal in a flash as he smiled up at him with tired yet loving eyes.

“ It was worth it.”

#ateez smut #ateez #Whew chile the sin #helping hands #member x member #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #jongho smut #ateez ot8 fic #Dee writes

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thetorturerwrites · 5 years ago

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Could I potentially request Kylo Ren and being stepped on by him in his boots? Is that a kink? I severely would love to see his bloody battle worn boots on me. Face even haha He enjoys the power and fear and total domination. I guess degradation kink? Just fits the whole mantra I live by - I am not even worthy for the dirt on the bottom of his shoes. Lol (if this isn't up your alley, no worries, I haven't requested before so really not sure I'm doing it right). sorry and thankyou. 🖤 ._.

As much as I love some stomping, this turned into something else. If you’re not familiar with boot blacks or the ritual nature of it, I highly recommend some googling. It is worth the effort. That being said, here we go.

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When the day started, everything was normal. Breakfast, bath, work. You set up your stand in your usual spot, chatted with a few of the others, and had your first customer in minutes.

Mid-day, normal was shattered; and now, you were pinned to a gangway by a hefty, unyielding boot at each arm.

They towered over you, the Knights of Ren and pinned you there like a groaning insect. You jerked against them feebly, thrashing and desperately trying not to be affected by the weight.

“What the fuck do you want?!”

The man in black, larger even than all the rest, parted the circle and stepped directly on your throat.

No chance you didn’t whimper. No chance your eyes didn’t flutter and your lips didn’t quiver. Moments like this were the exact reason you took the apprenticeship in the first place.

“You’ve been sold.” He increased his weight upon you, drawing a strangled sound from your compressed vocal chords.

You balked. The Supreme fucking Leader bought your fucking contract. The Knights all but threw you into the craft, and their leader, bereft of his helmet, pointed off-handedly to your kit.

“Work.”

What choice did you have? Biting your tongue to hide the sneer, you picked a Knight at random and reluctantly obeyed. Knelt on the harsh grate, you cajoled his foot onto the inclined box lid and set to your task.

One by one, you worked your way through all of the Knights. Clean, pack your kit, move to another. You smothered the thought of asking them to come to you because you doubted there was kindness in any of them.

The method of it, the routine of it, drew you in as it always did. Halfway through the second Knight, you were calm, soothed by the work and no longer anxiously angry. You even settled into a gentle hum, managing to convince yourself it was just another day at the job.

At the Supreme Leader, you refused to even make eye contact. He told you to work, after all. Small talk wasn’t part of the job. Before you could lift his boot, however, his even, melodic voice drew your stare.

“I was told you were among the best in the Galaxy.” He gestured around to the Knights. “Is that your best?”

Mashing your lips into a tight line, you cleared your throat to stem the waiver of your voice.

“You said work,” you drew in a battered breath, hoping to find some measure of strength there. “Not worship.”

A dark brow cocked high up, but you couldn’t tell if it was disbelief or surprise.

“Show me.”

His voice was stern, all rough edges and demand, and it sizzled fire through your body. Gripping your brush tight, you forced yourself to hold his eyes and not shy away.

“No.”

The speed at which the man’s fist connected with your neck was astonishing. His thumbs dug into the muscle cruelly, and he shook loose an audible whine.

“No? Then, I’ll polish my boots with your blood.”

“Do it, but you don’t deserve it. All you do is take.” It was a hoarse whisper, but you wouldn’t let him tarnish the only thing you loved with his anger.

A dark look spread, and his grip lessened. His thumb massaged the flesh where the bruise would bloom. He studied your face for a long moment; and when his voice next came, it was low, seductive.

“Show me. I’ll void your contract and pay you its worth.” The outright shock must have flitted across your face because he nodded and released your neck. “Show me.”

It wasn’t the worst fate. He was beautiful, and he definitely had the means to pay you. But was he a man of his word?

Your shoulders sank on a resigned breath. Nudging your tools away, you inched closer to this living void.

Tentatively, you slid your fingers up his corded calf. Guiding his boot to your thigh, you let loose a shaky breath as you set it there. At your glance, the Supreme Leader’s mouth twitched, an interested gleam dancing in his eyes. Hastily, you unbuckled the straps and adjusted the balance of his foot.

A moment’s hesitation, that’s all it took for the toe of that boot to nudge the underside of your breast. It was still a demand, but a gentle one, and you felt wholly manipulated by it as that breast swelled at the attention.

When you tugged off your grungy tank, he sat forward in his chair, clearly more intrigued. Carefully, reverently, you brushed away loose mud, dirt, and debris with your very clothing. You followed with the stiff brush to unlock all the caked-on detritus masking the black below.

Immediately, you slipped into the ritual, losing track of all else.

Cupping his ankle, you lifted his leg higher and spread your knees wider. Something rumbled in his chest when you set the sole of his boot upon your sternum. You wrapped one hand over the toe to keep it steady and repeated the process on the heel and back.

When you had completed the left boot, his footprints decorated both thighs and breasts. He watched you intently and curled his finger through your hair. Turning your shirt inside out, you worked soap into the leather all around the foot of the boot before nestling it between your thighs.

A heated growl accompanied the wide hand palming at your scalp, but you shook your head and pushed at his wrist to relax his grip.

“Let it soak.”

At your husky instruction, he stopped wiggling his foot against your cunt begrudgingly. Up from the ankle, you applied the creamy cleaner in concentric circles to the brim. A slow tug rubbed it into each strap, and you heard his muffled groan. It was perfectly clear what he pictured.

After soap came conditioner and then a light coat of polish. The boots didn’t need to shine, but it would afford them greater longevity. Finishing, you guided his boots to the floor and tucked them close together. Scooting in, you caged his feet with your thighs and leaned against his shins. Absently, your fingers massaged his ankle bones through the barrier.

You weren’t prepared to see him so transfixed when you looked up, but he was flushing a magnificent shade of aroused. He didn’t even try to hide the obvious erection in his pants.

“Thank you,” you licked your lips, your gaze proud, “for letting me care for your boots.”

He brushed his thumb across your mouth and leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Next time, you’ll do that naked.”

#kylo ren #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo x reader #torturer tuesdays

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kits-shrine · 4 years ago

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Halloween Dares and Scares Pt3

(Ho boy this one is a doozy, most under the cut to save your feed. ENJOY!)

"Chara... are you ok?" Asriel ask nervously before coughing, starting to choke on the malice in the air. It started to grow as soon as Chara had started telling their story, the story of all monster kind, hate welling up in them at the memory of the betrayal they suffered. The energy of their rage and hurt was amplified under the full moon's light, absorbed by the board only to bounce back to the spirits connected to it. Building like a self contained circuit.

"Finally.... finally after all these years they're gonna be free! We did is Az!" Chara cheered exuberantly panting unaware of the dark tendrils closing in on their ghostly form, their eyes started to glow with a red haze. "We saved them... we did it..."

"Cha-Chara... something's wro-wrong... we-we shouldn't have tricked those kids like that." the young goat monster started coughing harder, collapsing to his knees with a wheeze.

"Shhhh it's ok Asriel." Chara cooed cradling his face in their hands. "You heard them, they wanted to help. Besides," their smile grew a little manic "who cares? What's a few stupid kids lives when monsters have been trapped for so long? We did it. We saved them." their thumbs rubbed the fur on his cheeks leaving stripes of pitch in their wake. His breathing started to even out, a haze growing in his eyes to match Chara's.

"We did it? We... did it... WE DID IT!" chest heaving he stood, growing taller and taller his voice dropped deeper as he was seized by the same mania that had taken over Chara.

"Yeah we did!" Chara yelled stepped back bumping into the small Shrine's structure, causing their eyes to narrow as they gave it a baleful gaze. They shifted to look up higher and higher, hate welling up within them. "We're not done yet partner. We're going to make get even on everything that's taken them from us. What kept them trapped. And we starting with this place." with that declaration they used the energy produced by the board and the full moon to pierce the veil between the spirit world and that of the living and manifested themselves corporally. The dark energy whirled around, summoning a long wicked looking blade in Chara's hand and two curved sabers in Asriel's. They made quick work of the modest Shrine at the mountains base, leaving a pile of rumble in its wake. In unison they turned their gaze up the mountain, drawn by the power the heart held. With manic laughter they advanced up through the woods, passing by and triggering the wards to send out a message of distress to its guardian.

They rampaged through the trees, laying waste to everything in their way. The foxes of the Shrine fleeing the specters wrath. The gentle tinging of glass chimes rose as they neared the Wishing Tree at the heart of the Shrine. They were cut off by a wave of blue flames.

"That is enough." Kit's voice cut through the air as she emerged from the flames, eyes flashing and fur bristled. Her ire was doused by confusion seeing the souls in front of her, she lifted a hand to choke back a gag at the poisonous dark miasma that had consumed them. A jolt of shock ran through her as she realized just who they were. "But how... I thought you'd be locked Underground with the others. What are you doing here?" "NO! We were locked out here while they were locked down there!" Asriel snarled. "Trapped!"

"But not for much longer~" Chara sang playing with the tip of their knife. "With the seven souls we sent down tonight and by taking out whatever strange magic this place holds, we're gonna set um free." their grin grew stretched over their face.

Kit looked distraught and confused, "Wait seven souls at one time?" she shook her head. "It makes no sense, why would the magic here hold them trapped? This isn't Mt Ebott. This is Abbott! I can't even find Ebott on a map!"

Asriel slashed his saber at her impatiently causing Kit to dodge out of the way while Chara laughed. "You need a new map. The humans," they spat the word out "changed this mountains name in the last few years. Can't believe you were so stupid you didn't even notice." Chara swung their knife at Kit viciously, the glowing blade catching her Miko uniform.

"Stop this! I'm not your enemy but I will not let you continue down this path. Look at yourselves! If you keep up this energy will destroy you." she looked at them concerned, darkness corroding them away at the edges.

"No... we're going to DESTROY YOU!" the pair roared charging forward. They rained down wave after wave of attacks at Kit, slashes from blades, bolts of energy and dark fire. Crying out their rage with every blow.

"We trusted them!"

"The monsters did nothing wrong!"

"The humans were just jealous!"

"They betrayed us. KILLED US!"

"ALL FOR NOTHING!"

Kit parried and dodged, doing her best to keep them contained. It felt like it went on for hours, maybe it did. Being spirits they had a nearly unending supply of energy fueled by their hate and rage. Kit wasn't so lucky. She regretted wasting what energy she had on her costume illusionary earlier in the morning. She enveloped the two in blue flames burning away the miasma that was eating away at their essence. She used every trick and illusion she could to block or slow them down while she tried reasoning with them.

"We have waited so long for them to be freed, but this stupid mountain... no your stupid wards kept humans from passing!" Chara snarled.

Panting Kit held out her hands beseechingly, "I didn't know! Look, you don't have to do this. If there really are seven humans down there that means the barrier will be broke soon." she hoped for the best but everything was already far off the norm... who knew what it would be like. "Your loved ones wouldn't want you to suffer like this. They would want you to be at peace."

"At peace?" Asriel shook his head, a hand going to cradle his face in pain.

Chara looked at him in concern before turning a hate filled glare back at Kit. "And how would you know, huh? To not know anything about Ebott or the Underground, you sure seem to know a awful lot about everything else."

Kit grimaced, how was she supposed to explain the multiverse so quick? "I just do. You just have to trust m-"

Chara cut her off viciously "TRUST YOU?! Never! For all we know you or your family helped the humans trap the monsters! It's your fault they weren't released sooner. You... you traitor!" distracted by their growing rage and the corresponding darkness that was swarming back around them Kit didn't see Asriel as he rushed her, slamming her body ruthlessly into one of the thick ancient trees there, shattering it into splinters. Kit had no time to recover from the impact as she rolled narrowly dodging a hail of stars he sent.

Damn it. She didn't want to hurt them. They were children that were already hurting... but if they continued they were going to change into evil spirits forever. With no way for them to move on or be at peace. But at this rate they were going to destroy everything, including themselves. She really had no choice...

Her bracelet glowed as she drew energy from the Shrines heart, her eyes flashed and she shifted. Not to her normal tiny fox self. But to her full kitsune fox form, from the tip of her nose to her flanks she was over five foot long, her long tails thrashing behind her adding several feet to her length. Her normal warm brown fur melted into a shimmering cream that nearly glowed in the night. Snarling she dashed forward ripping pieces of shadow that clung to the child relentlessly. Her speed and strength increased drastically, her movements a blur as she darted in and out of their range, blue flames licking all around them as they cried out in fear and pain.

A bead on Kit's bracelet cracked and her steps faltered. She wouldn't be able to stay like this for long, the power invoked was almost too much for her body to handle. She had to break the connection soon... otherwise she was going to break the promise she'd made to Mercy and the kids. After all... you can't come back if you're dead.

The spirits forms seemed to flicker between their corrupted selves and their true selves. They fell to their knees, crying out for mercy. Asriel seemed to be actively trying to shake off the darkness surrounding him while Chara just screamed over and over. "NO! NONONONONONONONO! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! WE HAVE TO SAVE THEM!"

Eventually Chara crumpled over weeping, the ghoulish hate faded leaving their tortured scared soul curled on the ground, while Asriel looked around in disbelief tears running down his small fuzzy cheeks.

Sighing happy the battle seemed to have been won, Kit shifted back to her normal form and gathered them into her arms holding the children close. "I'll do everything I can to help them ok?" she promised.

Sniffing Chara wrapped their arms around her "Really? You..." they leaned back to look at her with red flashing eyes "You really are stupid." Chara's grin grew as they slashed her side cruelly with the blade they hastily resummoned using the last of their hate filled energy.

Kit let out a cry of pain as she tightened her hold on them. "Alright... now you're in time OUT!" Kit bit out engulfing them in her spirit flames, focusing on removing every trace of the miasma from the children. She hugged them tight, pushing every bit of love and care she could into them helping sooth their unrest.

As they slowly started to settle, there was a sudden deep rumble from underneath... it shook the every ground that they sat.

There was a loud shattering noise and a flash of light lit the mountain from below, followed by a smaller flash and noise that shook Kit just as much as her bracelet itself shattered. She looked around dazedly clutching the children to her, true joy filled their face as they felt it. The barrier was gone.

"we really did it..." Chara whispered, honest tears streaming down their face. Asriel sniffed and looked at Kit his form wavering "We're sorry Miss. We just wanted them to be free. We waited so, so long." He gave her a watery smile. "And now they are. Chara... let's go. We don't have to stay anymore." The human child looked at him about to argue, then sighed "You're right, we did what we wanted to." their red gaze, no longer ridden with hate turned to Kit. "...sorry. You really meant it didn't you? About helping them?"

Kit nodded and they took a deep breath and Ariel's hand into their own and they started walking, faded more and more until they were gone.

Kit pressed a hand to the wound on her side, wincing as she inspected it. The miasma from the blade was bleeding into her like a black poison. Her blue flame flickered weakly, most of her energy spent. With a groan she reached into her pocket for her phone to call for help, only to discover it had been crushed from her impact with the tree earlier.

"Ooooof course." Kit moaned struggling to her feet. The edges of her vision spotty as she determinedly placed one foot in front of the other, careful to maintain as much spirit flame as she could to combat the spreading poison in her side as she slowly made her way home. After all, she had people waiting on her. (Fin~ Everything that happened after took place @mistrealm)

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xbigdictationx · 5 years ago

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It was a story he had heard since he was a child; the beautiful princess who’s kingdom was cursed by and evil witch, waiting in an ageless slumber until a prince would come and wake her, freeing her from the curse. Many had tried to search for her, but none were deemed worthy enough to be given the honor of discovering the location of this kingdom. Alexandre had never believed the story as a child, in his own foolishness, but now, a grown man, he not only believed, but became obsessed. It wasn’t for glory or recognition, but desire. The tales of the lost princess’ beauty and perfection. Paintings has been made based on imagination, which furthered his lust, but were only the fantasy of men. He needed to see her in person.

It was a year of searching before he found the castle, hidden in fog that seemed to clear for him when he drew closer and there, buried beneath vines, was a castle. It was beautiful: white stones, a lush but overgrown lawn surrounding, stained glass windows and a large wooden door. It was only as he approached the door that he noticed the dust that had collected on the windows and door and the pair of guards asleep by the door. Dismounting, Alexandre slowly approached the door after securing his horse and unsheathed his sword in fear of the guards springing to life. When they didn’t, he disarmed himself and reached for the door’s handle with a deep breath. It creaked open, light spilling in the more he pushed at the heavy door. Inside, the dust was covering everything as were more overgrown vines that had somehow seeped in through the cracks and wrapped around the legs of tables and chairs. Dust danced in the sunlight, Alexandre taking a moment to let his eyes adjust before he ventured on, noting more bodies lay about, blissful expressions on their faces and the items that were held in their hands as they had fallen splay around them.

He took a breath, coughing as he inhaled dust, and pressed on, exploring the dark castle until a light seeming to guide him crept from the side. He followed, the light getting lesser as he got near until he found a door, alone in a corridor and the only one not covered in dust. Another deep breath was taken before he pushed at the door with another creaking sound, and then a blinding light. There she laid, shrouded in it unlike the rest of the castle, uncovered in dust and more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Unaged, just like the tales had told. Golden hair, long and wavy beside her and her perfect , fair skin, plump, pink lips... “My word...” Alexandre gasped.

Approaching her, he felt his breath hitch as he soaked in he beauty, in awe of it. “My princess....” He whispered. “ At long last, I have found you.” He breathed out as he leaned in to kiss her.

“And now, I will wake you from this dreadful spell...” He promised in a whisper as he drew his sword once again. “ And make you mine forever.”

It was a shame to destroy use a beautiful gown, but just the slight view of her plump breasts aroused him, anxiousness rising in his body as he moved to the hem and began to cut. He cut higher and higher until the dress was now split in two, perky, round breast fully exposed and unmarred skin bathed in the sun. Setting down his sword, he touched her leg, amazed to find that he skin was still warm and remarkably soft. It sent his blood rushing, Alexandre, hastily removing his belt, then his pants before mounting the bed she lay on. He was panting as he pushed apart her legs, spreading them wide enough before placed his thumb and index finger on her sex and spreading. “My word...” He echoed once more. “The tales were true...” She was indeed, a virgin. His pulse quickened, heart racing as he lifted his fingers to his lips and spit, taking them to her sex again and feeling her. Alexandre groaned as he massaged her folds and clit, sighing at the softness as she grew wetter, her body reacting as was his.

He then moved to his cock, which was fully erect now, using the same hand to collect his spit again and stroke his cock, wanting to make entering her easier. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he mounted her, positioning himself and teasing her opening for a moment before driving inside her fully in one stroke, moaning out as her tightness engulfed him.

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houserosaire · 5 years ago

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The Capture of the White Rook

Honore didn't come in for tea. Silvaineaux spared the flurries of snow starting outside the windows a glance, and wondered for just a moment whether his brother was off running up a tab in one of the bookstores in the Jeweled Crozier. Shrugging, he scooped up his own cup and a tea cake and took it back to the fireside with him. There was no use sitting formally at a table when no one else was home.

Silvaineaux sipped his tea the way he had spent so many hours lately, staring at the chessboard on the low table in front of him. The 'game' in progress was certainly not of the orthodox sort. For while the full ranks of black were arrayed upon the checkered board, the white fielded but three pieces and none of them were kings. A small number of pieces in a third color were also marshaled on the board, fine carved reddish cherrywood: King, Queen, Knight and an assortment of pawns.

He shifted a piece occasionally as he sipped, nibbling the accompany teacake with an absence of mind that was a disservice to the care that had been put into its baking. There had to be a way to win, but short of Lord Mieux hopping onto the board and scattering the red and black he couldn't see it yet. The thought of the cat drew his eyes from the board to the clock. Nearly an hour had fled while he puzzled over it. Lord Mieux was as absent as his brother, and likely in the same place.

What if he moved the white rook thus? He had just caught the fine carved piece up between his fingers when the door from below stairs burst open and Basile from the stables stumbled into the room, shedding flakes of snow as he came. "My Lord!"

Silvaineaux's fingers curled around the rook, closing the ivory piece into his palm as he took in Basile's wide eyes and panting breaths. He rose immediately to his feet. "What is it?"

"It's Troubadour, my Lord. He's come home without a rider."

His fingers tightened around the chess piece until it's fine carved edges dug into his palm and he could feel the shape of it, the tower's crenellations, the top of the bow and nocked arrow of the tiny archer atop it. "Is he injured?" "Not that I saw, Baron, but I thought I had better come straight in. I haven't given him a thorough going over."

"Quite right." He said, aware that his voice sounded crisp and calm, even if he felt as though a lance had struck him full in the chest and stolen all his breath. "I'll go down with you."

Basile nodded, turning to rush out the way he'd come, not troubling to see if he would follow.

No, not Honore. Please Fury, not Honore. He thought as he loped down the back stairs two at a time and followed Basile though the side door and into the stable yard.

He could hear Troubadour even before he saw him, the bird's constant chirping and trilling sounding higher pitched than usual in his distress. Silvaineaux forced himself to walk calmly up to take the reins from Pharamond, rather than rushing the chocobo. "Hello there, Troubadour." He said with a gentle calm he did not feel, and only then realized he still carried the white rook. Tucking it carefully into his pocket, he reached up to stroke the bird's neck, smoothing the ruffled feathers under his hand. "What has happened? Where's your rider?" Where's my brother? Oh Fury, where is my brother?

Troubadour chirped and trilled in answer, the sounds holding all the cadence of the speech he attempted and none of the sense.

"Are you hurt?" Silvaineaux asked, his hand moving steadily over the ruffled feathers on the chocobo's chest as he looked to the grooms for answer.

"I don't see any injuries, my lord." Pharamond answered. "He's hale and hearty, but upset. Something's frightened 'im I'd think."

Silvaineaux stilled his fingers against the bird's chest, feeling the thrum of the great heart beneath, racing the same way his own suddenly was. "Do either of you know where Honore had gone?" He asked as he offered the reins to Basile again. Calm, he had to stay calm even if he was far too sickeningly reminded of Seraphin, the guards' birds that had come home alone.

Basile shook his head. "I'm sorry, my lord, I don't. I was over with the hatchlings."

Pharamond frowned. "'e said..." He stroked at the bird's chest too, trying to calm the continual stream of noise that almost drowned out all their voices. "Something about a Pris Arc or something? I think. Is that a name?"

"Priarch." Silvaineaux corrected absently, running his hand over the stirrups and the seat of the saddle, as though the leather could speak to him, tell him something useful. But there was no sign to be had there either. One of the wicker baskets affixed to the back of the saddle quivered at his approach, though, a low and plaintive yowl rising to greet him, followed by the scratching of frantic and angry claws.

He worked the latch of the basket, hastily then reached in to lift the angry cat within into his arms. Lord Mieux hissed and spit, claws drawing blood before he relaxed and stilled. Silvaineaux closed the trembling beast gently into the circle of his arms, petting his ears automatically as he tried to think past the panic tightening his chest. "Put Troubadour away. Saddle Joyeux, roust Sers Olivier and Telesphore, tell them to make ready to ride out with me."

His feet carried him back inside through force of habit, and he deposited Lord Mieux gently on the couch. His eyes strayed briefly over the chessboard as he did, the two remaining white pieces. He paused just long enough to fish the rook from his pocket and set it down beside the board, among the other captured pieces. "Fury help me."

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permanentcrossfics · 6 years ago

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Guy in a Bar // h.s.

“Oi! Where’re you going? We’re in the middle of something!”

Ignoring his friends’ indignant questions, he placed his cue stick back on the rack and slunk around the table towards the bar and you.

Up close, it was worse — you were worse — and for five whole seconds, his tongue twisted into a ball for the cat to bat at before he managed to ask, “What’s that you’ve got in there?”

Not his most original line, but the first thing he could get out before it was too late to talk and he made a fool of himself by standing there with nothing to say.

You looked at your drink and then back at him. “Tequila.”

The mischievous grin was the same as if you’d just told him you weren’t wearing any underwear, and he chortled.

“Straight?”

You kept your eyes on him, nodding a little and taking a slow sip without flinching. It was all he could do to keep from swaying, and he just about did when you followed up with, “Want some?”

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How had Harry wound up in this smoky dive bar? Someone or other had said someone else or other recommended it, and he’d had enough tequila by that point to say ok. The lighting was shit — truly abysmal, and he was glad he’d taken to wearing his glasses more often — which meant it was perfect. Liquor and lights could fool even the sharpest eyes, and each new hour of eleven, midnight, and one had his laugh louder and his muscles laxer. The jukebox probably didn’t have a song past 1982, and it was the sort of grungy scene he fancied himself feeling at home in.

Intent on the cue ball, his first scratch of the night had absolutely nothing to do with you walking in, friends in tow, chattering and giggling through your attempts to cram your way into spaces at the bar. No, of course not — it was just… his eyes had sort of wandered and done a double-take, and how was he supposed to see looking over the rims of his glasses?

(Of course, focusing on that — you — when he thrust his cue stick forward might’ve helped….)

The ball spun and bounced off several others without enough force to send them into any pockets, and he straightened up, smiling tight-lipped to snickers, guffaws, and jeers.

Magnetic. Pushing his glasses up his nose, he leaned on his back foot, cue stick in hand. Watching you grin at the bartender, he decided that was how he’d describe you. Magnetic. You’d shed your coat at some point, and now he could see you were wearing black — black on black on black — and his lips rolled between his teeth while he rolled his eyes up and down your body.

Desire ignited and extinguished in the same minute within him, and he smirked, the wistful thought that maybe in a different year, or different city, or different mindset he could and would. Maybe he wasn’t inebriated, but he wasn’t stone cold sober, either, and far beyond the point of being able to rationally evaluate the situation. Besides, he really didn’t do that anymore. Not for a long time by now, and he chalked it up to maturity and a healthy dose of what he liked to call caution.

“Your turn, bud.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he skirted around the table, choosing his shot with his back to you. Fool him once, shame on him, but fool him twice…. Lining it up, he was just about to take it when—

His knuckles tightened around his cue stick and his hair stood on end when that laugh erupted — mischievous, delighted, distracting, and all the paranoia of a nervous teenager that he was the cause.

“Hurry up, Harry.”

Shooting a glare, he jabbed the cue ball forward and stood when it ricocheted into a pocket.

“That’s what happens when you rush perfection,” he said to the merciless ribbings. He moved out of the way and back into the shadows, but when he looked at you again, he froze. Eyes locked on him, you blinked slowly, inquisitively, and he gripped the cue stick he was leaning on harder. Did you recognize him? Did you know him? Did you care? Were you unsettled by the guy in a bar wearing slacks that cost a couple thousand and a t-shirt who couldn’t stop looking at you every chance he got?

The slight, sultry smirk over the rim of your glass made the knot in his stomach release and warmth flooded through him. Whatever interest he’d tried to crocodile wrestle back into submission had worked its way out of his hold and was lunging at you, jaws snapping. He lifted his head higher and grinned halfway — a grin he’d seen thousands swoon and stammer over and he knew nine times out of ten could get him whatever way he chose to go.

The drink in your glass disappeared a little more when you tipped it towards your mouth, and you set it on the bar, cocking your head in a silent inquisition of, are you going to or not?

“Oi! Where’re you going? We’re in the middle of something!”

Ignoring his friends’ indignant questions, he placed his cue stick back on the rack and slunk around the table towards the bar and you.

Up close, it was worse — you were worse — and for five whole seconds, his tongue twisted into a ball for the cat to bat at before he managed to ask, “What’s that you’ve got in there?”

Not his most original line, but the first thing he could get out before it was too late to talk and he made a fool of himself by standing there with nothing to say.

You looked at your drink and then back at him. “Tequila.”

The mischievous grin was the same as if you’d just told him you weren’t wearing any underwear, and he chortled.

“Straight?”

You kept your eyes on him, nodding a little and taking a slow sip without flinching. It was all he could do to keep from swaying, and he just about did when you followed up with, “Want some?”

Hot. That was the hottest fucking thing he’d been asked in a long time, and he shouldn’t, but he reached for the glass anyway.

“Uh uh,” you said, pulling it out of his reach. Cheeks hot, he leaned back — had he misunderstood? Looking at him over your glass, you took another sip and swallowed before setting it on the bar and tapping your shining lips.

Sweet Lord, help him. This was going to be a wet dream when all was said and done, wasn’t it? Or maybe a set up by his mates, but the bait was too good not to take the chance. Ears ringing, he leaned forward and slid his palm over your cheek, hoping he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.

Your mouth was soft and firm, a little sweet from the tequila with a burn that made his chapped lips sting. He suppressed a shudder when you draped your arms over his shoulders, delighting when you drew your open hands freely along behind his back. The pounding in his veins was reminiscent of his wilder youth, but better because he was old enough to act responsibly and save himself the panicked jitters. Tilting his head with a groan, he stepped closer, hands falling to your hips and mouth opening under the excuse of chasing more alcohol down your throat. The noise — deafening by this point —- faded from his ears with each stroke of his tongue and pass of your mouth, and he tensed momentarily when you pushed a hand into his hair but relaxed when you scratched his scalp.

Every time you made to slow the kisses, he pulled you back in, and every time you went with a sigh and a giggle. He’d be hard-pressed to remember the last time he’d been kissed, let alone well, and even more rare like this. This one was the kind of kiss that squeezed his balls just trying to dream it up — the kind that made his mind run at 90kph, the kind that had him sniffing the air with hope. Hell, standing there kneading your hips, if you both weren’t tucked into the corner by the bar — out of sight, but not quite invisible — he’d have tried to cop a feel over your shirt. Under, if he was lucky.

The thought alone was, apparently, enough to make him move his hand to your ribcage, and you broke sharply with a gasp when his thumb brushed the underside of your breast. He gulped and your chest heaved against his, both of you panting. Licking his lips, a quip about the good tequila died on his tongue when the track blaring from the jukebox switched.

“This is my song,” you said, barely audible above the din. “I have to--”

One of the friends you’d come with pulled your arm and you away from him, shooting him a skeptically coquettish look of their own. He straightened up, eyes following you through a rowdy group, so dizzy he might as well have downed half a bottle.

“Oi! Styles!”

His pack of mates wolf whistled and crowed, hardly distinguishable from the rest of the noise, and he teetered in their direction.

“Have to go to the toilet,” he said, shrinking from the claps on his back and the questions of whether or not he’d gotten shut down. “Have— I’ll be back.”

The music quieted when he shut the door, but when he pressed the button on the handle to lock it, it clicked weakly and popped right out. Shaking his head, he went to the small sink in the corner next to the rickety-looking toilet and a small, overflowing bin. The mirror above it was spotty and had a crack in it, but that probably didn’t matter much because the lighting was as shit in there as it was in the bar and even with his glasses it was hard to see. A metal box was attached to the wall and, unthinkingly, he flipped it open. A stack of condoms toppled out and he hastily fumbled them before stuffing them back and closing the door with a swear. Hunching over the sink, he drew a deep breath, trying to tamp out the feeling of blood draining from his head to his cock.

Focus, Harry. He turned the tap and ran his hands under the cold water before scrubbing his cheeks and eyes under his glasses. Focus on anyone and anything except the pretty girl out there who was reeling him in on an invisible line. Focus on anything but your hips, cause thinking of how he wanted to dig his hands in wasn’t helping. Focus on anything but how your tits had looked in that top. He dragged a hand down his face, stifling a low groan and knocking his glasses back up his nose with a single knuckle. Christ, he never should’ve had all that to drink, but with his lowered inhibitions, the devilish part of himself lazily drawled he’d be aching to get his dick wet however you were willing to give it to him no matter what he had or hadn’t had to drink. You were a good kisser, and he bet you’d kiss his cock even nicer.

“Oh, God….” Pinched and in pain, he was just about to cup himself when the door creaked open. Before he could snap, though, you stepped inside and shut it behind you, the brief swell in volume from the music outside quieted again, and you stared, each of you the deer in the other’s headlights.

“Didn’t lock the door,” you said.

“Doesn’t lock,” he said.

“Oh.”

Your back was flat against the flimsy wood and your eyes, wide and shining, were fastened on him. He could just make out the quick rise and fall of your shoulders under the dim light, and God that jumper looked good on you.

Who wound up closing the gap first he couldn’t say, but all he could think when your mouth was on his and your hand was pulling at his slacks was thank fucking Christ you wanted this, too. Fuck it. Fuck it, right? This was what places like this were for.

“M’Harry,” he mumbled into the kiss.

“Hi, Harry,” you whispered, squeaking when he spun you and pinned you to the sink with his hips.

Still kissing you, he reached blindly in the general direction of the busted condom dispenser until he caught the corner of the cover and flung it open.

“Wait!”

You pushed his chest and he blinked rapidly, a packet between his fore and middle fingers. Had he misinterpreted? Gotten too far ahead of himself? Before he could formulate an apology, though, you’d popped the button on your trousers open and tugged them and your underwear past your hips. You chortled and his mouth lifted at the corner ever so slightly before he gripped your face with both hands to kiss you, the condom packet still between his fingers.

“You gonna tell me your name?” he asked between kisses. You laughed but he shook his head. “Gotta give me summat,” he said. “Gotta give me that much. Know mine, don’t you?”

Not much of a challenge, maybe — everyone knew his.

Your lashes fluttered coyly but he held his ground. Gulping, you murmured it, shy for the first time all night — funny, considering you’d had no qualms getting your trousers down in front of him — and he nodded, tongue rolling in the shape of your consonants behind his teeth.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you up by the backs of your thighs to perch you on the edge of the sink. “Good?”

You nodded with a sigh, ankles cuffed by the cuffs of your trousers but knees angled out to give him enough room to step in between them. Unlike the kiss at the bar, when Harry kissed you this time, his hands wandered — up your back, under your shirt, down your legs and between them, uttering a rushed, “Can I…?” before drawing his fingers over your cunt, exploring, touching, learning. Little wetter, he decided, pressing your clit with his forefinger, lips curling when he pulled a gasp from you. Awfully pretty sound, wasn’t it? And you were soft — his fingers were practically gliding, but he’d like you just a little wetter, for ego if nothing else.

“There we are,” he mumbled, kisses smacking between you. “Lemme….”

Wet, smooth, and hot — real fucking hot. That was how he’d think back on you when this was going through his head days from now and he was solo in his torture. Your cunt hugged his knuckles snugly with each stroke, and his mouth slowed on yours with his concentration on every twist that drew a new sound from you while you dug your fingers into his chest and shoulder.

“Harry….”

“D’you wanna?” he asked. “Now?”

You answered by pulling the condom out of his hand and tearing it open with a breathless smile, eyes rolling up when he curled his fingers purposefully. The joke was on him, though, when you finished the job you’d started on his slacks so you could slip your hand inside them palm his cock.

“Shit…!” Harry wheezed, vision swimming when you pulled him out, tugging from base to tip in one long, slow motion. Stamping his eyes shut, he felt you fit the rubber around his head and roll it down, both hands wrapping around him, and he groaned — a weak, pathetic sound in the back of his throat — when you squeezed slightly and his cock twitched in response.

“C’mere,” you whispered, tightening your knees around his hips and tilting your head up. Bending to kiss you, he grabbed the sink behind you on either side, shoulders tense when you gripped him more firmly and brought his cock right up to you. Even through the rubber your cunt was hot against his head, and you made the sweetest sound into his mouth when he pushed it forward.

“Ah, fuck….”

Just his head and you were already pulsing with the perfect amount of pressure. Gentle mumbles, whispers, and encouraging gasps passed between you and he smashed a kiss to your lips through your grin as you panted your way through every inch of him sliding in until he was up to his balls. Balls deep in the cunt of someone he didn’t know, and the thought alone had him huffing a laugh.

“S’all right?” he asked. You nodded, arms around his shoulders again and he shifted from foot to foot before holding your hips at the softest parts to steady you and pistoning his. Rough and quick, because he didn’t think he could deliver anything else and you wouldn’t accept it. Each thrust had you clawing him closer, crying out needlessly quiet — as if anyone outside could hear you with the music as loud as it was, and like they’d care or be surprised if they could — and his face was so close to yours his glasses cut into his face.

“Hang on…” he said. You whined, but he repeated, “Hang… hang on,” before pulling his glasses off. They landed with a clatter in the sink behind you, but he couldn’t even be bothered to hope the glass hadn’t cracked or popped out of the frames. Kissing him again, you dragged your fingers through his hair from his temple to the back of his head where you locked your fist in it.

“Shit… shit… shit you’re so… tight….”

“Yes...!” you moaned and he shook.

“Yeah?” Fingers drilling into your hips, he circled his pelvis against yours. “Feel it?” You nodded and he grunted when you dug your nails into his scalp. “Needed just a minute for me, didn’t you? To get me in?”

“Harry— fuck!”

Thumb on your clit, hand spread wide on your abdomen, he stroked insistently, losing his placement from how wet you were.

“Please—“

“Gimme a minute,” he said through labored breathing, pressing again and grinning when you let out a pitchy moan. “Gimme a… there you go….”

“Trying to make me cum f-first?” you stuttered in his ear and he ground his teeth.

“Something like that,” he wheezed and your faint laugh morphed into a cry when he circled faster. This wasn’t the time to take his time — the door didn’t lock and his mates, as well as yours, would be looking for each of you.

“Have to get back out there, don’t you?” he asked. Your face scrunched and he bent at the knees, nudging his cock deeper. “Did you want them to find you like this?”

You shuddered, cunt pulsing around him and torso pressed right against his, and his upper lip twitched.

“Shit!” he rasped between his teeth. “C’mon… c’mon, there you—“

Your head dropped to the crook of his neck and your breathing fell wet and fast on his skin as he picked up his rhythm again. Tighter than even before, it was almost difficult to bottom out the way he had been, and when you let out a pinched noise against his collarbone in response to his efforts, he sputtered. “S-sorry… sorry, so so-so—!”

His orgasm was a culmination of the evening. Of every increasingly frantic and heated kiss, of every one of your moans, of the sound of his name from your mouth, of the tequila on your tongue, and of the fact that this was the most reckless fuck he’d had in he couldn’t remember how long. Teeth bared and eyes closed, his jaw strained right when he felt the familiar burst followed by the jittery rush through his last erratic thrusts. “Jesus…!” He slumped and you gripped his shoulders tightly, holding him through his gasps and sponging kisses to his neck with the occasional nuzzle. It was you, though, who pushed him away with a firm hand, and he straightened up, stars still dancing in front of his eyes.

“Friends’ll be waiting,” you said, dazed and patting his chest. “Friends… we have to….”

Yeah, you did, and he did, too, but pulling out was excruciating. He’d just gotten in you, and he could feel his cock growing limp after being removed from your snug heat. Stepping back, he kept half an eye on you as you dropped from the sink and pulled your trousers back up over your wobbly knees while he peeled the condom off and knotted it at the top before tossing it into the sorry looking bin. He followed suit, then, fumbling with his belt and glad you were too preoccupied with examining your appearance in the mirror to notice how uncoordinated he was.

“Fuck….” You pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and ran it under the tap to wipe your smudged makeup away and he cleared his throat.

“Thanks for that….” His cheeks were hot but it only felt right to say something. In the mirror, he caught sight of your smirk and, emboldened, he added, “I’d like to buy you a drink. If you’re up for it.”

Buy a drink, buy an hour, buy a conversation, buy a chance.

Your hand slowed and you turned, eyes full of light and lips swollen, whatever makeup you’d put on significantly less intact. Again, you had him tongue-tied right when he’d like to be the suave wordsmith the internet fantasized about him being. He’d made you cum -- that had to count for something, right? And yet, when you pulled his glasses out of the sink and closed the short distance, all he could hear was his heart snare drumming. Harry stayed perfectly still when you unfolded his glasses and slid them back over his ears. You pushed them up his nose with a single finger and pressed your palm to his cheek before kissing him, but when he made to wrap his arms around you, you broke with a wet sound, and he swayed forward in the direction of your mouth. Hardly more than a hair’s breadth away from him, you smiled, eyes sensually warm.

“I’ll see you, Harry,” you whispered.

You tossed the paper towel in the bin and opened the door, uttering a, “Someone’s in there,” to a person unseen before closing it behind you. Harry stood there, mouth hanging dumbly and hands limp and empty at his sides. This was what places like this were for, right?

He shook his head. “No,” he said, yanking the door handle and striding out into the noise.

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