#I should have thought of making it kinky long ago

[darnell-la]

FRIENDS & CUFFS

summary: y/n has only been curious about Eddie’s handcuffs after they began dating. she wondered why he never used them on her, and at first, long told her she didn’t know anything about that life. she soon found out that Eddie had a lot to teach her.

warnings: quick friends to lovers storyline, making out, fem receiving oral from male, reader weakens after orgasm, slight innocent reader, drug dealer Eddie (not really mentioned), rough sex, bondage (Eddie’s handcuffs/chains), missionary, doggy, no protection, crying, whining, a lot of male noises, pet names, chocking, etc.

note: we haven’t done an Eddie Munson fan fiction in a while. we still love him, so, there will be more. more stranger things in general. you see what I did there? — nevermind.

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Steve nearly asked Eddie every day since he graduated, when he was going to make a move on y/n. He hated watching the two drink and get close, yet never make a move.

When people would ask them if they were together, or assume, anyone could tell they the nervousness entered the room.

Not too long ago, y/n and Eddie finally made a move. It seemed so perfect how they both leaned in to feel each other’s lips.

“I think we should stop — You’re drunk, and it’s getting late,” Eddie whispered after y/n stopped fake fighting on top of him. “What if I won’t want to sleep just yet?” Y/n asked, a bit shy, but the alcohol in her body, helped her gain confidence.

“You’re drinks, princess, and I’m not. I don’t want you to regret this, and mess our friendship up,” Eddie said, really wanting to taste her, but she was afraid of showing what he’s been wanting to do with her.

“A kiss could never ruin our friendship, Eddie,” y/n said, slightly sounding desperate as her eyes could barely stay open. “Wanna do more than just kiss you, y/n,” Eddie admitted.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at what her best friend said. She thought she was the only one who wanted to experiment with him. She felt nasty, but now, she felt loose.

The two both crashed on each other’s lips, making g out rough but passionate. None of them have kissed like this before. They would’ve never mixed their saliva like this with anyone, but because it’s them, they wanted to do much more.

The night ended with y/n halfway passed out, and Eddie’s face resting on y/n’s thigh, dripping juice from y/n’s throbbing heat. “So good for me — I wanna get used to this,”

Now, the two are dating, happier than ever, but y/n has been curious lately. She didn’t pay much attention when they were just friends, but now that they’re dating, she thought about Eddie’s handcuffs.

Most partners would be jealous, but y/n? She was curious. She thought to herself plenty of times how he would use them on her, and why he hadn’t done it yet. They’ve only been sexual for a short time, but if he were kinky like that, why wouldn’t he mention it?

“You good, sweetheart?” Eddie asked after turning to his girlfriend who seemed to be daydreaming. “Yeah, I was just thinking,” y/n said, not knowing if she should bring this up as a conversation so soon her their relationship.

“What is it? What were you thinking about?” The metalhead asked as he leaned back on his bed, taking his eyes off the weed he was pre-rolling for his rich customers who couldn’t do it on their own.

“So, uh — I noticed the handcuffs, and I was curious,” y/n said as she stared at the cuffs that were basically chains, dangling from a hook in his wall. She knew that had to be for something sexual.

“Hey, y/n, look — I swear on my uncle, I’ve never used them in anyone, and never planned to. I just liked the thought of them near me. I’ve even thought about you in them,” Eddie spoke quietly, a bit embarrassed by his truth.

“Oh, wait, I wasn’t jealous or anything. I just was curious on why you didn’t use them on me yet,” y/n said, making Eddie's eyes widen. For the longest, he had thought y/n was innocent, and she was. She was just open-minded when it came to her boyfriend.

“You’re not ready for that, princess,” Eddie chuckled lightly. “Why not?” Y/n asked, a bit offended as she crossed her arms. “Being restrained means you can’t do anything. I don’t think that it’s a good idea to put you in something like that, knowing you’d wanna get out,”

“What do you mean, want to get out? I can take it,” y/n said, only making the man laugh. “You can’t even take me slow in doggy. What makes you think you can take me deep up front with your pretty hands cuffed?”

Eddie shifted in the bed to cup y/n’s chin, slightly teasing her because they both knew she wasn’t a taker. Especially with his length.

“I-I can take it — It’s not even that bad,” y/n said, making Eddie throw himself back onto his bed with a loud laugh, knowing his uncle wasn’t home to tell him to shut the hell up.

“What!? You’re mean as fuck, you know?” Y/n said as she kept her arms crossed. “Oh, really, baby? I’m sorry, it’s just — You’re a comedian,” Eddie kept laughing, only making y/n roll her eyes.

“C’mon, I’m just pullin’ your tit, baby,” Eddie leaned up to hug y/n, but she moved away. “Babe, don’t start this. I was just kidding,” Eddie tried hugging y/n again, but this time she pushed him away. Of course, not too hard. She was just being dramatic.

“And, that’s why we can’t do what you wanna do. You can’t even handle being picked on a little bit,” Eddie said as he pushed at y/n’s shoulder lightly, slightly feeling bad for what he did.

“Whatever, I’ll be fine,” y/n said, making y/n sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Fine — We can use em, but ion wanna hear none of that cryin', okay?” Eddie jumped off of the bed to get his handcuffs that had dust all over them.

“Really?” Y/n asked, a bit excited, but knowing she wouldn’t be too excited soon. “Ah huh, but only one rule,” Eddie said with a smirk as he untangled the chains. “Yeah?” Y/n innocently asked, not knowing how quick of a turn this would take.

“The only thing stopping me, is our safe word,” before y/n could agree with a smile, Eddie lunged at her, grabbing her quest roughly to cuff them as quick as possible.

“Hey,” y/n said with an eye roll, not knowing he’d get in the mood this fast. “Not a word from you, princess. Let’s see how good you think you can take it,” Eddie said as he placed the chains where they needed to be.

Seeing y/n in this sight, made him harder than he thought he could get. She was always beautiful, but seeing her innocent body slightly retrained, knowing she was actually ready for what was coming, made him want to burst then and there.

“Always thought about tying you up at school. I was a little perv-nerd when it came to you, princess. You always looked and smelled so good — Had to keep myself from throwing you in my van with your hands and legs tied,”

Eddie was in an emotion he couldn’t control. He was either not sure about putting his pretty girl through this, or he was getting too dark to the point he would black out and not remember anything he’d do to her tonight.

“Pretties thighs — Pretties body — Pretties fucking face,” Eddie slightly growled as he gripped y/n’s face. The younger girl whined with huge eyes, feeling her heat get wet.

“I know, baby — Hearts probably rising. Maybe a hint of fear, knowing you can’t get loose — Don’t worry. You know, I’ll take good care of you,”

Eddie quickly began tugging on y/n’s clothes until parts of her showed more than before. She had already had her night dress in, so exposing her bra-covered breast was easy.

“You sure you want this y/n because, fuck — I won’t be able to stop myself,” Eddie warned as he climbed on top of y/n, pulling her dress up as she slightly moved at his cold hands grazing her skin.

“U-Use me — Please,” y/n stuttered, not knowing if she should’ve said it. “What’s the safe word?” Eddie asked in a stern tone. “Red,” y/n said, feeling her heart raise. This was actually happening, and she only had to question him once.

“Good girl,” Eddie grunted as he reached into his jeans to pull himself out. “And, that’s the only thing I wanna hear from you tonight,” Eddie said as he pulled y/n’s panties to the side.

“I-I’ll try,” y/n spoke, making Eddie shake his head with a chuckle. “You’re always doing a terrible job. Just means I’ll have to start off rough,” before anything, Eddie doubly pushed through y/n’s walls, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Yeah? You feel that? Feel how deep I am inside of you? I told you doggy would be the only position you could truly handle — This is next level,” Eddie couldn’t stop but grin down at the struggles woman.

“S-So much,” y/n whined low, only making Eddie shush her. “Nah uh, what did I say? Didn’t I say to keep that pretty mouth closed? Hm? — You’re the one who wanted this, so accept the journey,”

Eddie grabbed both sides of y/n’s waist before pushing down onto the mattress. Y/n knew he was positioning himself to fuck her rough. He’s never gone too rough, but she asked for it tonight.

“Hush it up, princess — You wanted it,” Eddie continued saying as he pounded down into y/n, going the deepest he could get at the start of his session. After being handcuffed, there would be no room for taking it slow.

“E-Eddie,” y/n cried out as she pulled one of her restraints. At times, she’d forget that she wouldn’t be able to get out. “Wanna break free? Keep trying, princess — Makes this so much hotter,” Eddie growled with a smile, looking down at the way y/n pulled on the chains.

“This is the tightest you’ve ever been — The way you’re soaking around me, only makes me closer,” Eddie felt himself twitch. He didn’t want to cum this quick, but it didn’t matter. He’s always been able to keep going.

“Eddie- Eddie, you — The condoms. You forgot the condoms,” y/n took forever to say what she was trying to say. “Oh, really? Guess that’s your luck, hm?” Eddie leaned in front of y/n’s face.

Deep down, Eddie felt bad for slipping into her without protection. He had completely forgotten, but he didn’t want to get out of character. He had to somehow make sure y/n was 100% with what was going on.

“Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me. Tell me!” Eddie slightly yelled as he snapped his hips, wanting to keep his work going. He could feel the way she fluttered around him. She was so close.

“Too much, Eds — I’m gonna cum,” y/n made the mistake of telling him how close she was. “And, you want me to stop? When you’re so close? C’mon,” Eddie leaned into y/n’s ear so she could hear his groans better.

The room was filled with wet slaps, whining, growling, and a bunch is cuss words from Eddie. He couldn’t keep himself together. This situation was too much for him. He was going to explode.

“E-Eddie, slow down — Please,” y/n tried begging the man, but he wouldn’t listen. Why would he? She hadn’t used the safe word yet. “Want me to slow down?” Eddie asked as he leaned up.

“Yes, yes,” y/n huffed, surprised he actually slowed down. She had thought he got soft, but little did she know, he was just getting a short break. “Want me to be nicer? Take it easy on you?” He asked as he softly placed his hands around her neck.

“Please-“ y/n was cut off by the grip of his hands. “Then you asked the wrong one to chain you up, sweetheart,” Eddie spat before he began slamming into her, making the young lady cry out instantly.

“E-Eds! C-Can’t anymore — I can’t!” Y/n kicked and arched her back, trying to control herself, but her cunt continued to squeeze around Eddie, only assuring him that he was doing exactly what she wanted. Using her.

“That’s it — Keep struggling — You’re going nowhere, and this isn’t even the beginning — I have so many loads I’ve been wanting to empty into you,” Eddie tightened his grip a bit more to hear her struggle for air.

For a second, Eddie thought he might have been going too far tonight. Quickly handcuffing her, saying mean things, pinning her down, and fucking get rougher than he’s ever done.

The only thing that helped him was her words. She never once came close to the word red. She would’ve said it by now, and she would never come to him later and say she was uncomfortable. Y/n wasn’t like that.

That’s how Eddie knew y/n probably enjoyed this more than him. She loved faking that she needed him to stop. He even saw a small pour from her when he slowed down a few minutes ago.

“C-Cumming — Cunming,” y/n’s body stiffened before she shook. “That’s it- That’s it — Fucking take it,” the older man growled as he pounded her, wanting her juice to splash anywhere it could.

“Ian stoppin’ either, baby — Told you to keep that fucking mouth shut, didn’t I?” Eddie asked, but y/n didn’t answer. Her eyes were landing everywhere but on him. She felt out of it already.

“Didn’t I!?” The man shouted as he shook y/n by her neck to catch her attention. “S-Sorry,” tears streamed from her eyes, upset at herself for not taking it like she swore she could.

Right as Eddie went to assure her that she was fine, she spoke, shocking him.

“I-I’ll be good, I promise. Please cum in me. D-Don’t pull out and punish me,” she cried. “I’ll do anything, Eds, just- Please, use me,”

“Jesus’s H. Christ,” Eddie huffed as he pulled out. He quickly turned his girlfriend around, knowing the chains were long enough for her to be comfortable. He took no time to push back in her, roughly, with a warning.

Y/n wanted to speak out loud to thank him, he she kept quiet. She wanted to be good like she promised.

“You’re just a slut, y/n — A dirty fucking slut, and I knew it from how you dressed at parties — You always got drunk before you sat on my lap, facing me- Dragging that pretty pussy across my clothes cock — Swore you even stained my jeans, once,”

Y/n whined, happy that he noticed his much she wanted him before they got together. Yeah, a bit of embarrassment was felt, but the thought of being caught was what made her close to another orgasm.

“You’re in for a ride with me, princess. Especially after I coat these walls,”

[thehauntedetheral]

Request-

Um, I don't know if you make requests, I'm sorry if you don't. But I've always been curious about, how would Yandere bafam react to a supernatural darling? Like, a demon.

You don't need to respond or anything, thank you for your attention.

Yandere Bruce x Maneater Demon Reader

Requests are open!

You and Bruce recently got married. It wasn't for love. It was an arranged marriage Bruce parents set before they died and as to respect them he decided to follow their decision.

Bruce and you were only married on papers and infront of public eye. You two were distant. Living in different rooms, rarely seeing each other which means seeing each other only while passing the corridors.

You came from a wealthy and educated family just like Bruce. You observed how he wasn't home at night and mostly out till morning.

You would ask alfred about it but got nothing. You were a curious cat and one day tried to follow Bruce but got lost in some shady dark place at middle of night due to his fast speed.

You were trying to find where you were and get back to home when you saw a drunk young men coming towards you.

"Well well what do we have here?" The drunk man said with a sick smile while laughing. There was no one around you other than this men. You were all alone in a shady place having no idea where the hell in Gotham City are you as you were from another city.

If this would have happened to you a few years ago you would have been shit scared praying to God for help but not now. Infact you were feeling sorry for the poor bastard.

"I suggest you to leave me alone for your own safety" you said in a calm voice. While he laughed like crazy at you. "For my safety? Are you insane bitch? Whatever I like insane women they are kinky" he said rubbing his hands together and coming towards you. That's it. This sick asshole deserve it. You thought.

When the man stands right infront of you. You tilt your head making your eyes starting turn red, making the man scared and screaming "What the fuck?"

"What happened? You liked insane women, right?" You said smiling sinister while your face and body started transforming into your demon form. You attacked the man and started tearing, rupturing him and eating him like the maneater you are while his blood drip down your neck and his screams feeling like a soft melody to your ears bringing you immense pleasure.

After devouring him up you look up and saw Batman standing infront of you a few metres apart looking at you with an intense look. You knew it was your husband Bruce. It was like you can identify Bruce in any costume. Might be one of your demonic advantages.

You turned back to your human form blood all spread over your mouth dripping down your neck while Batman/bruce looking at you with a shock confused look.

"Don't worry I won't eat you"you said wipping your lips with your hand then licking the blood on your fingers.

"I know" you heard his deep voice.

"And yeah he was a asshole. I only eat bad people and the one who annoy me" you said standing up blood covering your clothes.

"How?" You heard his deep voice.

"How I become this? Well long story hubby will tell you some day"you said going towards him. "He wasn't tasty" you said pouting generously hurt that he wasn't delicious.

You were a demon but why does Bruce feels like you are a goddess not demon. He should be scared but it only made him more fascinated by you. Well after all he was also a freak only of a different kind.

Requests are open!

A little Drabble About them :

For more yandere reading:

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

I need a fic where Kim Gaon's bruises (and possible concssions) from the multiple times he was literally thrown or manhandled onto the nearest hard surface acknowledged.

Like Gaon gets drugged and kidnapped by a viglantee group as a dissent against the mockery of justice that the live court promotes and the curroouption in the police force as a whole. When he wakes up while still being looped up he is told that he is being held for ransom until their demands are met whatever those demands are.

And then one of the vigilantees points out the suspicious bruises on his neck and Kim Gaon is all like,'they usually heal faster'. And after some probing on the origin of the bruises he says something like, 'The Sir threw me against the bookshelf a few days ago'.

Cue concerned individual is asking if he is in an abusive relationship and Kim Gaon is all like, 'it's not that bad' and another points out that the bruises could be caused by really kinky sex.

Gaon: No he just throws me around

Vigilantees: this is bad

And when someone asks why doesn't he leave the house:

Kim Gaon thinking about his makeshift family of Yohan, Elijah, Mrs. Ji and Kkomi: It feels like home there.

Vigilantees internally panicking: This is worse than we thought. He's being gaslit

The vigilantees decided to shift the conversation to other things. One of them talks about the motorcycle that they have and Gaon muses about his old motorcycle and when asked about it he tells them that his Professor destroyed it out of concern. Plus points for a throwaway line about Soohyun's controlling but concerned nature.

Visibly Panicking Vigilantees: The gaslighting is so bad he is on fire.

Kim Gaon is not sure why these guys are concerned or where he is but he sure that Kang Yohan would find him and bring him home safe.

Kim Gaon out loud: Sir will find me and bring me back. He always does.

Vigilantees: Panik and Concern.

The vigilantees think about calling the police to inform about the Associate Judges' seemingly horrible home life before remembering that they are protesting against the corruption in the police force and that calling them would be a surefire way for the police to find them. They wonder if they should just return the Associate Judge to his own house.

When asked about his own house Kim Gaon mentions his plant children and how The Sir moved them all to his house so Gaon does not have to make the commute to and fro often.

Kim Gaon about Kang Yohan: He is very awkward about showing how much he cares but he does it in his own way

Vigilantees: Kim Gaon is being trapped and it's worse than we thought

They discuss about just dropping the judge some distance away and let him take a taxi when they notice that his phone ran out of charge ages ago and the warehouse that they're in does not have any outlets. Kim Gaon is not that concerned.

Kim Gaon: My clothes are bugged. It's normal

The Vigilantees: No it isn't you need help

One of the vigilantees gives Kim Gaon a divorce attorney's card.

Kim Gaon: I'm not in a relationship with him.

The Vigilantees: concerned silence.

Kim Gaon then checks the time.

Kim Gaon: It's almost dinner time and I haven't even meal prepped.

The Vigilantees: You cook the guy dinner!?

Kim Gaon: Otherwise they'll eat nothing but packaged ramyun

The Vigilantees: He needs help

In the end everything gets resolved and Gaon makes new friends that won't manipulated him at all and a future support system for the Kangs leave him forever to rebuilt a broken system all by himself.

Bonus points if the Kang Revolution Group TM listens to everything through the bug and their reactions range from sideyeing Kang Yohan real hard to reevaluating every interaction they had with Kim Gaon to questioning how on earth does Kang Yohan not trust this guy but eats his homemade food.

Elijah has a long conversation that Yohan wishes he could unremember and Yohan ends up asking the ai butler to order a book on anger management.

Yohan and Gaon talk everything out and no betrayals happen and Gaon lives with the Kangs in Switzerland happily ever after

[strawberryfritter12]

guys i think i found a feeder in the wild and i CANNOT stop thinking about it.

i hooked up with this guy i met on tinder like a year ago; we’d been harmlessly flirting for a while but recently he suggested that we should meet up.

long story short, we finished off two bottles of wine while he made me this gourmet meal with bruschetta and pesto from scratch?? more details under the cut but holy shit it was the hottest fucking thing ive ever experienced..

okay, before i even got there, while we would text and say what we wanted to do with each other, he kept saying he wanted to kiss my tummy. so obvs i was like 🤨 but i ignored it because maybe it was just a cute thing idk. then he asked me to send him a PICTURE of my tummy, TWICE.

i send him one of me in a mating press with my thighs pressed against my chest so that my belly was spilled out in between them and he said it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen, again to which i was like 🤨

THEN i told him not to cook to much and that i wasn’t gonna eat much because i wanted to look my best for him. he immediately was like you shouldn’t care about that. so i asked for clarification and he said “a full tummy just means you liked the food i cooked for you.” so AGAIN i was like 🤨🤨🤨

and this was all before i even got there. as soon as i arrive, he gives me a plate and asks me how much bruschetta i want, i tell him 1 piece and he immediately gives me three and was like “i cooked a lot.” and gave some bullshit answer about how he always manages to cook wayy too much food. (it was fucking delicious so ofc i ate it all)

so we’re chatting and drinking and he finishes the pasta, and lets me pick what bowl i want. i pick the one with less in it of course, and before i can walk away, he adds another massive spoonful of pasta to mine. so i give him a look and he just smiles all proud of himself so at this point im asking myself… “how many coincidences need to occur in a 24hr period for them to not be coincidences any more.”

so now we’re sitting on the couch, continuing to eat and i’m started to get full. and he’s joking about how i totally have to eat the whole bowl because he made so much. and he’s not being pushy about it, but he keeps mentioning me finishing the whole bowl.

we start making out when i have like half of my bowl left (now we’re both properly drunk) and he tells me to finish the bowl. he goes “i’m not going to force feed you or anything” (and again i was like 🤨🤨🤨 i would NOT mind but wtf do you know about force feeding???)

and of course i turn into a submissive puddle whenever im drunk, so i eat the whole bowl while hes watching me and now im fully stuffed. and im biting my lip because im obviously turned on but im trying to keep it under wraps because youve gotta know your audience and whatever.

so we start making out again and he puts his hand on my belly. i shy away because im still insecure about it around people who aren’t blatantly into chubby girls AND THIS MAN-

PULLS ME BACK, kisses me deeply and fully grabs my overstuffed belly and goes “you’re so fucking pretty. say it. say you’re pretty.” so i do and then he goes “say you have a pretty tummy.”

and that’s when i lose it and we fuck and it’s GREAT and fuck i wish i wasn’t so drunk so i could remember more of the smaller details 💀 but he was just loving up on my belly the WHOLE time and hey-

i get it. a lot of the stuff in the beginning, he could have just been trying to be nice and sweet. reassuring and kind. no kinky thoughts what so ever. but encouraging me to eat more, and rubbing my belly while i’m obviously pushing it up into your hands as we moan into each others mouths????

how many coincidences need to happen in 24hrs for it not to be a coincidence anymore 💀 anyways, we’re still talking. i really really want to see him again, so i def will update. but im fighting demons to not ask him if he is apart of the community. maybe not a full blown feeder but maybe an encourager?? AT LEAST an admirer??

idk anyways this got away from me lmao, but i just had to report the hookup from my dreams 🫡

[coveredinsweetpea]

A/n: I let the whore out for this one 🤭 and I'm not even ashamed? I wanted to make it more filthy but I decided to not push it 😬 but lemme know if you liked this one!!! I'd love to write more!! Summary: just the story of perv!bouncer!Eddie x dumb!ice-cream vendor!reader and the little white lie he used in order to get you where he wanted you. (KINKY) 4.6k Warnings: so first off, perv!Eddie (he's a bit of a meanie) and dumb!reader, ok? He takes advantage of you, oopsie. Humiliation, degradation, lying and gaslighting, pet names, groping, very strong D/s vibes although not established, spit kink, a hint of dubcon? (only if you squint). Needless to say, 18+!! (also I wrote this in one go don't @ me if it's shitty)

You shouldn't have worn heels - it was late at night, you were running late and while the rain had stopped, the mud still managed to splash its way up to your ankles. And come to think of it, the skirt hadn’t been that good of an idea either, not for the metal concert you were attending at least, but you were two blocks away and it was too late to turn back now.

Before entering the venue, you stopped at the corner, fixed your hair and your shoes with a napkin you found around your purse, and prayed to the gods that even though the concert should have already started, the bouncer would still be there to give you a ticket and allow you inside.

“Eddie!” you exclaimed relieved. He was just about to stand up from his little booth when you burst inside the building, and his eyes widened when he realized who you were.

While it truly hadn’t been that long since you last saw each other, it surely felt like it. The last time you saw him was at his graduation, one week after you finished junior year. Currently, almost two years had passed since you yourself were done with school.

“Y/n, wow. I haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?”

“Good, good, I’m good” you huffed, getting ready to fish the money for the ticket out of your purse. “You work here?”

“Yeah. I’m a bartender but something came up and our guy had to leave for a bit. I’m just covering for him.”

“Oh, ok. Cool”

“Did you come for the concert? It’s about to start”

“Yeah, mhm. I know I’m a bit late.” you said, picking out the dollars out of your purse one by one. When you decided your bag should be cute and fit your outfit rather than actually be useful, you didn’t imagine you’d have to embarrass yourself like this. “Here’s 7 dollars-” you mumbled handing him the money, “Wait, I have three more, just give me a second”

“Y/n…” Eddie said as he hesitated to take it from you. “It’s 30 dollars.”

“30 what?” you gasped. “I thought it was 10”

“It was 10, until like an hour ago. You should’ve bought it in advance, tickets are always more expensive at the door”

“You must be kidding me” you cried, “I can’t pay 30$ for a concert of a band I barely even heard about”

“Then don’t” Eddie chuckled, “It’s not that big of a deal, it’s only going to last one hour tops”

“Yeah but my friend likes the vocalist. I promised her I’d be there”

“Then pay?”

Instead of going back to explaining why you really didn’t feel like doing that, you straightened your back and grinned. “Eddie…”

“I’m not interested," he laughed in a heartbeat, fully aware of the tactics you might want to try on him.

“Free ice cream for the whole month!” you belted, grabbing his shoulder to help you get your point across. “You know you can’t say no to that”

“I never even bought ice cream from your shop, Y/n, no”

“Two months!”

“Baby girl, buy the ticket or wait for the concert to end. I can’t just let you in”

“Yes, you can” you scoffed, stomping your foot against the floor. “Since when do you care about the rules?”

“Since my job is at stake, sweetheart”

“Who’s gonna know? Right, no one. So pleeeeease, Eddie! Pretty please with a tiny and sweet cherry on top?”

He was thinking about it, it was obvious the wheels were turning. His eyes traveled along the length of your body as he licked his lips, and that gave you hope. But unfortunately, when he looked back up into your eyes, he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t”

“You can” you pouted, “You just don’t want to”

Eddie tapped his chin, “I guess that’s true. There’s nothing in it for me, so…”

“Asshole!” you giggled and hit his side. “Just tell me what you want, you got it”

“Anything I want?”

“Anything!”

“Anything, anything?” Eddie laughed.

“Just say it, you jerk”

But he didn’t really say it. What he did however was lean behind his little desk and then stand back up with a small camera in his hand. With one eyebrow raised, he motioned with his head to one of the small back rooms to the side, and that should’ve been your cue to at least try offering him ice cream again. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this" you nervously giggled as you placed your purse on one of the chairs you found laying around. More things crossed your mind while you took your jacket off but you kept quiet, only turning around to face Eddie when you were left in your tank top and skirt. "This is stupid. I'm being stupid, right?"

"It's just a little bit of fun" he smiled, moving the camera from one hand to the other. "You absolutely don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable"

"Comfortable getting naked for a stranger to take pictures of me?" you laughed in disbelief.

"Are you?"

His raised eyebrow and the confidence he had made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. "Don't hold this over my head, ok?"

"It's just a few pictures, Y/n, no big deal"

"I know" you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "But I don't want you to think I'm a slut or something. I don't do stuff like this"

"There's a beginning for everything, sweetheart. What if you end up loving it and want to take more?"

"Yeah, right" you rolled your eyes and felt a very strong urge to look anywhere else but at him. "Ok, how do you want them?"

He thought about it for a second. "Take your top off, we'll see from there"

The little bit of conscious thinking still present inside your mind had a very hard time accepting just how fast your hands worked to remove your shirt. The second that piece of clothing went over your head, your cheeks started burning and a very painful but familiar feeling awakened in your core. Half naked and maybe a little bit confused, you turned to look at Eddie - who was grinning from ear to ear, getting ready to snap the picture. 

"Say cheese!"

You didn't say it, but you did straighten your back, smiled, and even put on a cute pose with your hands beside your cheeks. 

"You've done this before?" Eddie laughed after taking the picture as he waited for it to slip out of the device.

"No, why?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "It's a nice picture"

"Let me see" you said and bubbled over to him, looking at the picture as it exited the camera. "Oh, yeah. You're right! It really is cute"

"Told you, sweetheart" Eddie grinned and grabbed your chin.

You instinctually followed and tilted your head up to look at him, shame spreading across your body as you reveled in his little words of praise. "What next?"

"Bend over that desk over there"

Without as little as a hint of hesitation, you walked over to the desk, planted your chest on top of it and pushed your skirt up over your ass. 

"See why I'd think you've done this before?" he laughed and slapped your ass. "I didn't even tell you to lift your skirt"

"You were about to anyway, I'm just ahead of you"

"Such a good, little girl" 

As much as you hated to admit, the way he groped your ass, and his fingers - rough and digging into your skin, it all made you squirm under his touch. You remained motionless and sat there quietly, only your feet wobbling a bit from the uncomfortable position as you allowed him to do his thing. "Can I take these off?" Eddie asked, his pointer finger already hooked behind the little piece of fabric that covered your cunt. 

"Yeah, mhm" you nodded eagerly. "Do what you want"

Maybe you shouldn't have said that. But a part of you forgot about the concert and was too focused on Eddie's touch, on his presence behind you, the fact that you couldn't see him making all your senses go off the rails. 

But a deal was a deal and Eddie wasn't about to break it… that much. After pushing your underwear to the side, the cold air hit your already heated and sensitive core. "Can I see how wet you are, doll?"

You nodded. 

And his finger slipped right in, knuckle deep, his big, silver ring barely visible between your damp, puffy folds. 

"How about two?"

"...ok"

"Three? Can you take three?" Eddie asked, slipping his fingers inside without wasting time to hear your answer. 

A soft moan broke past your lips and your back arched the way he was filling you up, little tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Eddie" you cried.

"Yeah, puppy?" 

But only a grunt escaped your throat as you let your forehead fall against the desk. 

When he didn't get an answer from you, he just chuckled and the next thing you heard was the sound of the camera going off. 

"Cute" Eddie said, retracting his hand from your pussy. 

The sudden feeling of emptiness made you whine, "That's all?"

"What? Did you want more?"

"I- I thought-" you mumbled, turning around to face him, "I thought you were gonna, I don't know…"

"Do you want me to, doll?"

The way the words almost slipped out of your mouth was pathetic. But you managed to control yourself, and just pushed yourself up and shook your head. "No" you lied. And he could tell. 

"You sure, kitten?"

"Yeah, no. Just take the next pic"

"Ok, last one, sweetheart. Can you get on your knees for me?"

Still visibly disappointed with how he left you hanging, you wordlessly kneeled in front of him. Your hands flew up to grip his thighs and your head fell back, your eyes on his. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that, puppy. You're so good, you know that?" Eddie said, nonchalantly licking your juices off his fingers. "And you taste so sweet, baby"

"Thank you" you weakly smiled as he caressed your cheek. "What, um… what do I do now?"

"Open wide for me, just like that. Can you stay like this for a bit?" Eddie commanded. 

All you could do was nod and follow him with your stare, your heart nearly beating out of your chest when he lowered himself in front of you and grabbed your chin. 

"Do you like this?" 

Yes. No. Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut for a second then then, much to his absolute pleasure, nodded yes. 

The sheer embarrassment you felt from not being able to answer him as your mouth hung open made the pressure between your legs grow even more unbearable. You wanted him to do something, anything, touch, or at least talk to you, but he just left you there, hanging pathetically and waiting. 

"How about this for the last picture?" Eddie questioned and then shoved his fingers into your mouth. Ring deep and with no warning, he forced your jaw open as he pushed his fingers as far as they could go, making your eyes snap wide open in shock. 

"Easy, sweetheart. Stay still for me, ok? Don't fight it"

But it was impossible, with your airway partially blocked and your gag reflex threatening to act up, your hands found his wrist and squeezed as all you could do was look up into his eyes. 

"Do you like being like this, angel? All good and dumb for me?" 

Your answer came in the form of a blink, your eyebrows also arching upwards, before a cough broke in the back of your throat.

"Easy, doll. Slow down, stop fighting it. Relax, you can do it, you can do it, baby" but he was not helping you, instead pushing down harder onto your tongue, making your eyes water from the lack of oxygen. 

But still, you didn't try to fight him, to pry his hand away or to even distance yourself. You just stood there, choking on his fingers, painfully awaiting the moment he'd figure you'd had enough. 

While he didn't let you off easily, when your throat constricted around his fingers again, he finally retracted his hand. Drunk on the so dearly needed breath of fresh air that rushed down your throat, you fell forward, your cheek against his thigh as you struggled to regain your composure. 

"So good for me, puppy. You listen so well" Eddie cooed, brushing your hair as you refused to pull away from your leg. 

"Eddie…" you pouted, "You didn't take the picture"

"That's ok, doll. How are you? Are you good?"

Still unwilling to move, you nodded against his leg. "Yep"

"What do you want to do next, sweetheart? You can choose for the last picture"

"I don't wanna choose" you shook your head, "Just tell me what to do"

"Is there nothing you want, angel? Not even one thing that crossed that pretty, little head of yours?"

"No"

"Then open up for me again, sweetheart" 

Lazily, you shuffled to the side and settled back into your position on your knees in front of him. This time, he only pried your mouth open a little bit, much for the aesthetic of it all, his fingers on your tongue and his heavy rings against your bottom lip. 

When he brought the camera up, you looked directly into the lens, eyes wide and soft, as you were all but drooling. The way you squirmed once you heard the click of the camera was probably pathetic, but he enjoyed it and you wanted more.

"That's enough" Eddie said, placing the device to the side and squatting down in front of you. "Can you swallow for me?"

You blinked in confusion but burned with enthusiasm, almost moaning out loud when you saw him tower over you and spit down onto your awaiting tongue. 

You didn't question it, didn't even flinch, you just closed your mouth and swallowed as he told you. 

Once done, Eddie helped you up and waited for you to change. Back out at his little security desk, you waited patiently for him to put the yellow bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you"

"Pleasure doing business with you, doll"

Despite rolling your eyes, you couldn't also hide the way your lips curled at the little pet name, suddenly getting to you in a way half an hour ago you couldn't have even imagined. 

"Come with me to the bar, I'll fix you something to drink. On the house" 

"Where was this generosity before?" you teased and stepped inside as he held the door open for you. 

"Don't push it," he playfully threatened. Once inside, Eddie grabbed your hand and guided you back behind the bar. "What do you want to drink, sweetheart?"

You knew what you wanted, but the annoyed looks of the people impatiently waiting their turn distracted you. Eddie noticed it in a heartbeat, the distress in your eyes saying it all. 

"Fuck them" he scoffed, raising his middle finger in their direction as he shielded you with his body. "Just tell me what you feel like drinking"

"Um, a screwdriver, please"

"Coming right up" he said and got to work, only to have you follow him closely like a lost puppy. Too many pairs of judgemental eyes still followed your every move, and without Eddie's attention on you, they felt even more intrusive than before. 

"Eddie, I want to pay for it" you said as you opened your purse, "I feel bad"

"I'm not taking your money, Y/n"

"They're looking at me as if I've committed a crime. I'm not going out there with my free drink that I didn't even have to wait for. Just take my money, Eddie, please!"

That sounded like it pissed him off. Not you, though. They did. You sounded genuinely worried, and he didn't like that. After he finished making your drink, Eddie placed it in front of you and then turned to face the customers. "Before you all get your panties in a bunch, she didn't cut to the front, you're waiting to get served by my colleague, I haven't even started my shift. And even if she had cut in front of you, that would've been fine too, because I said so. If any of you even looks at her the wrong way, you're getting kicked out and banned. Thank you!"

Despite his rant having done its job perfectly since no one dared comment or even keep staring, you barely found it in you to look at him. "Eddie… you didn't have to do that"

"If anyone bothers you, come find me" he said, as if he hadn't even heard you. He just grabbed your glass and placed it between your hands, "Go enjoy the concert, sweetheart"

"Thank you" you meekly said.

"No problem, doll" he grinned and slapped your ass as you turned to walk away. 

Luckily enough with the soundcheck and stage preparations, you managed to find your friends before the second song even started. 

While the music wasn't necessarily your favorite, you still danced your soul out and used the little breaks between songs to listen to your friend vent and fangirl over the vocalist. Tall, long hair and a leather jacket - another thing whose appeal you didn't think you'd see any time soon. 

But the whole thing turned out to be a blast, no one interrupting your dancing sessions and by the time the concert was over, you were all spent, barely able to maintain your balance on your aching feet. 

After collapsing in the nearest booth you found available, one friend who made the happiest choice of the night regarding the shoes and chose a pair of sneakers, sacrificed herself and made her way to the bar while you all waited for her at the table. 

Mostly, the conversation circled around everyone's surprise with how enjoyable the concert actually was. A few other topics had been touched, such as whether they'd party at this bar or not, or if any of the members were single, but when the subject of the price rolled around, you felt personally attacked. 

Without explaining, you excused yourself from the table and stomped your way to the bar, walking behind it like the place belonged to you.

"Eddie, I need to talk to you"

"Not now, sweetheart. I'm a bit busy" he hurriedly spoke, unable to even look at you as he balanced 7 shot glasses between his hands. 

"Now, Eddie!"

"It's gonna have to wait, have a seat" he huffed and dragged a stool over to his side of the bar. "Wait" 

The only thing that kept you from making a scene right then and there was the number of people that were waiting for their drinks. And while you would've very gladly given Eddie a hard time, those people had nothing wrong. So, with a pout and a frown on your face, you sat down and proceeded to wait. 

"What's wrong? Can you tell me what happened?" Eddie eventually said in between orders, still visibly busy and not giving you all the attention you required.

"No" you crossed your arms, "Not like this"

"Did something happen?" he questioned, sounding genuinely worried. He threw the towel in his hand over his shoulder and leaned closer, softly touching your thigh as he spoke. "Tell me if-"

"I'll hit you" you snapped and shoved him. "Take a break"

And that was what he did. As soon as he got a little window of time, he asked his colleague to cover for him and then guided you out from behind the bar, and over to a more secluded corner.

"Ok, what happ-"

"Asshole!" you slapped his cheek - as hard as you could but nowhere near hard enough to do any real damage. "Fuck you!"

"Whoa!" Eddie gasped as he recoiled from the blow, instantly grabbing your wrist to stop you from delivering another blow. "What the hell happened?"

"30 dollars!? You lied to me!"

"Oh, that…"

"Yes! That! You're a fucking asshole!"

"Hey, now. Don't go there" Eddie calmly said, arms going up in a defensive position despite still holding onto your hand. "It was just a bit of fun. You had fun too, didn't you?"

"That's not the point"

"You didn't deny it!"

"Asshole!" you snapped again, this time using your free hand to hit his side. But he grabbed onto this wrist too, pulling you closer to him despite your protests. "Eddie, let me go!"

"No, you're gonna hit me again"

"Yes, I am. You lied to me"

"Ok, I lied" he raised his shoulders and rolled his eyes, "So what? We both had some fun, and you got in for free and also got a free drink. I think it's fair"

"No, it's not fair!" you tried to free yourself but his grip was iron strong. "It's not fair because it wasn't 30 dollars, you lied!"

"It was still 10 dollars, which you didn't have to pay, now did you?"

"I would've paid 10 dollars!"

"But you didn't. I saved you some money. I think you should just thank me, doll" 

"You're unbelievable" you scoffed, turning your head to the side so that you wouldn't have to look at him. 

Eddie however, had a different idea. As he let your wrists go, he cupped your cheeks into his hands so that you'd face him. Despite the annoyed look on your face, your hands traveled up to his sides, grabbing onto his leather jacket as he held you close. 

"Come on, you can't really be upset with me right now, sweetheart."

"Well, I am," you frowned. 

"I'm sorry, dove. It wasn't my intention. I never meant to upset you"

"You wouldn't have lied if you didn't want to upset me"

"I didn't think you'd find out" he chuckled, which deepened your frown. "Hey, look at me" 

"No" you pouted and turned your head to the side, making Eddie have to lean from left to right multiple times in order to meet your eyes.

"Angel, look at me, come on"

"No, Eddie, leave me alone!" you protested, but the smile was audible in your tone. He knew he got to you. 

"Hey, come on. Look at you, all smiling"

"I'm not smiling!" you said, trying to sound serious, but eventually giggled when you finally looked at him.

"There you go! That's my girl!" Eddie laughed and brought you closer, "You forgive me, doll, right?" he asked, lightly rubbing your chin with his thumb.

"No"

"You're a bad liar, sweetheart. I think you didn't even mind in the first place, did you?"

"I did!"

"Then why were you so wet for me, huh?" he grinned.

"I'm mad you lied to me" you sighed, not showing any signs of wanting to distance yourself from him anymore. "You didn't have to do that"

"How was I supposed to know you'd say yes?"

"You should've asked!"

"I'm sorry, baby. I really am" he said softly and then nudged your forehead with his. "Kiss me to make it better?"

"I don't want to kiss you, Eddie, I'm still upset"

"No, you're not" he laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours a couple of times until you couldn't help it anymore. 

"You're an asshole, you know that?" you shook your head in disbelief, unable to contain your nervous laughter. But despite your words, you were still pressed against him, your hands on his waist and your lips inches away from his. 

"I'm fun, sweetheart. Just kiss me"

"Ok, but you're not going to lie to me again!"

"Never!" he swore, all wide eyed and not at all grinning as he did so. 

But you didn't pay too much attention. That promise, however empty, was enough for you to feel completely content with going in for a full kiss. He welcomed you fully, one of his hands finding your ass in no time, squeezing hard enough to bruise. But it only riled you up further as you clung onto him, breathing him in with every single brush of your tongue against his. 

"Ah! My lipstick!" you whined as you pulled away for air. 

"It looks alright, it didn't smudge, don't worry" Eddie smiled, looking at you in awe as you tried to make sure your lipstick didn't get all over your face. 

"The girls said it's blowjob proof, I guess they were right" you giggled when you saw no color transferred to Eddie's lips or your fingers. "That's 5 dollars well spent" 

"See?" Eddie grabbed your ass as he proudly spoke, "And now, thanks to me, you can get two more. I can even help you try them all out. Multiple times, see if they really are blowjob proof."

"How nice of you" you mocked.

"I know, right?" Eddie chuckled and then kissed your temple. "I have to go back to work now, though. You can hang out with me, if you want"

You were about to follow him, but right before he reached the bar, you tugged his sleeve. "Eddie? Can I ask for a favor?"

He blinked in curiosity. "Sure, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You know I told you I have this friend who likes-"

"Who likes the vocalist, yes, I remember"

"Yeah, well… I was wondering if you could introduce them?"

"Yeah, doll. No problem" Eddie said and looked around, "I think they're still in the back, come with me"

And you did. You followed him wordlessly and reveled in the privilege of walking through the "employees only" door. The dark and sticky corridor Eddie dragged you through had absolutely no reason to make you feel as important as it did, but you loved it. And once outside, in the parking lot you yourself had crossed earlier on your way to the concert, as you and Eddie approached the band's van, you still managed to feel important, as if there was business to attend to.

Even talking to the band you couldn't care less about felt empowering, especially the way each member went to shake your hand as Eddie did the introductions. But despite all of them being nothing but a happy and laid back bunch, you still felt the need to cower behind Eddie as he conversed with the vocalist.

Even though they were all heading inside for some well deserved post concert drinks, Eddie made sure to mention the one fan the man absolutely had to meet. 

"This one?" the vocalist, whose name you found out to be Joe, or Joey, asked, pointing at you.

Your eyes went wide, but Eddie only chuckled. "No, she's with me. It's one of her friends, though. She's inside" 

While the band still had a few minutes worth of organizing to do, you and Eddie headed back towards the bar. 

"I'm with you?" you giggled, almost feeling the need to cover your mouth at how giddy his words made you. 

"Aren't you?" Eddie laughed.

"I guess I am" you smiled and resumed your spot on the chair he had brought for you earlier. "Can I help you with stuff? Or is that allowed? I don't know"

"Everything's allowed, sweetheart, but don't worry. Enjoy yourself, I don't need any help. Sit there and be pretty for me"

"I can do that" you wiggled your legs in the air. "And thank you for speaking to Joey. She's gonna be so happy, I'm never going to hear the end of it"

After sending you a knowing smile, Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead, "Anything for you, sweetheart"

[miharaikko]

My 2024 writing round up

Thank you for the tags to @firenati0n @0npurpose @sophie1973 @clockwrkpendrxgon @kj-bee

I started writing fic this year in May and managed to put out 21 pieces, 19 oneshots and 2 multi-chapters. I would have never imagined myself as a fic writer, considering I barely knew the concept a year ago, but here we are—brain rot so active and ideas overflowing 🤷‍♀️

I’m so thankful to all the people willing to give my little stories a chance. Thank you for all the kudos, comments and overall yelling on twitter and discord. 

And thank you to my Red Umbrella gang. Since meeting y'all in June my life has significantly improved 💕 Can’t wait to see what 2025 brings us! ✨

My AO3: miharaikko My fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue Number of fics posted: 21 Number of Words posted: 91,717

Breakdown under the cut.

MAY

Pearly Gates (M, 5K)  Alex sees Henry across the dance floor and is mesmerized by his ivory skin and the pearl top he is wearing.

JUNE

Love will abide (take things in stride) (E, 15K)  Henry should be getting married tomorrow. Instead, he's at a pub, considering if he should go back to the hotel of a man he just met.

JULY

waging my wars behind my face and above my throat (M, 3K) Henry is having a bad day and Alex helps him through it (part I)

AUGUST

I was already on my way (GA, 1.1K) Henry is having a bad day and Alex helps him through it (part II)

SEPTEMBER

touch my phone (as if it’s your face) (GA, 5.3K) Alex texts the wrong number. It turns out to be the right one in the end.

just you and I (GA, 1K) Slices of life, inspired by Tom Odell's Grow Old with Me

OCTOBER

In the heart of Wales (Yng nghalon Cymru) (GA, 2.8K) Alex and Henry get lost in the heart of Wales

only thing on my grocery list (is your lips) (GA, 2.2K) Henry keeps visiting his local market and trying out new recipes, all for the sake of a cute vendor

more than a game to play (the truth is on my tongue) (E, 2.5K) Being friends with benefits shouldn't matter. But when Henry gets jealous, it starts to matter.

I was cold as a stone (but I found what I'm lookin' for) (GA, 2.6K) Henry retreats to a cabin in the woods for some peace and quiet, but he also finds something else there.

all eyes on you, my magician (all eyes on us) (GA, 3.8K) - collab with tothemoon_andsaturn Henry is a magician, but he is falling under the spell of Alex.

three words, infinite possibilities (GA, 1.8K) Alex figures out that his feelings for Henry are more than he thought.

a beagle's guide to finding love (GA, 5.7K) When David feels like henry could use a new friend, he takes the matter into his own paws.

pink silk ribbon kinky thingy (E, 7.2K) Alex finds a spool of silk ribbon which makes him feels things. Henry helps him process those feelings.

NOVEMBER

saturday night love (GA, 1.3K) A-list actor Henry decides to come out during an SNL sketch. Alex is the SNL regular who gets to kiss him during it.

DECEMBER

Spotify Wrapped - a Series of Unserious Drabbles (M, 2.7K) writings based on my 2024 Spotify Wrapped

a beautiful sight, we're happy tonight (M, 2.8K) - collab with tothemoon_andsaturn Henry takes Alex to visit Wales. The lack of snow doesn't stop Alex from transforming the day into a winter Wonderland.

but if you’re leaving, I gotta know why (M, 4K) Alex overhears a conversation between Henry and Bea and realizes there's a lot more things that he feels for his roommate.

...for so long (M, 6.2K)â Henry is tasked with baking gingerbread and he gets a helping hand from a friend

both your hands (in the holes of my sweater) (M, 6.4K) Henry and Alex lend each other certain clothes items over the years

s'mores (let me taste you some more) (E, 8.8K) Stuck in a cabin due to a storm, Alex and Henry only have marshmallows, crackers and chocolate as supplies. They make the best of it, while also tending to some old wounds.

WIPs & UPCOMING FICS

I've been yapping about these 3 since the moment they each came to mind, but with the collections I took part in, and other smaller ideas that never let my mind, I haven't been able to finish them. But my goal for 2025 is to bring these 3 babies to the world:

Red Wine and Royal Bleu Cheese - vaguely established plot, where Alex visits a winery where he meets Henry

Clay your love on me - Alex is a TikTok potter and Henry is a fan of his live videos

no title yet, but this will be my multi-chaptered Magnum Opus once I manage to write it, based on the following prompt: Friends with benefits (they share a house to split the rent) with detriments (they used to date but broke up for self-sabotaging reasons) with perks (sometimes they spend the night together. it’s fine) with troubles (one of them is moving away. it feels worse than the breakup)

And I also have an upcoming fic for the Wrap It Up exchange.

[sixofpomegranates]

Most of them are Eddie Munson fics since I am going through some severe brain rot because of this spicy golden retriever. Also, how dark shall my recommendations go? I surely have some dark taste in smut but keep it mostly calm for you. Let me know!

The order is random and not indicative of how much I liked them. There is no ranking, just sharing some really good pieces of work so we can all enjoy it!

13 Recommendations || 🐇 = My opinion. || Pink Color = SMUT

Ghostin’ (series) by @munson-blurbs

➢ Summary: Before dying in the Upside Down, Eddie asks Steve to take care of you. The grief coupled with your burgeoning feelings for one another may be too much for you to handle, especially when you get some shocking news.

🐇: Holy shit. This is one of the most impressive pieces of fanfiction I have ever read. It's— I feel speechless and like telling you the entire plot at the same time. It ties in with canon so perfectly, I would legit accept it as my Season 5. This is amazing. I cried, laughed, and am unreasonably invested. No shit. If you only ever read one fanfiction of my recommended ones, it needs to be this! || Still ongoing / Steve Harrington x f!Reader

You, Me, & Steve (one-shot) by @lis-likes-fics

➢ No Summary, so just listen to me describe it: Okay, so, Reader and Eddie are a couple and lately Eddie brings Steve along to everything, causing Reader to think he wants to be with Steve. Turns out our Babygirl is bicurious and Eddie offered that he and Reader be Steve’s first bi experience should she be up for it. She is. Here are the warnings or how I like to call it shopping list: smut, face riding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, deepthroating, praise kink, daddy kink, gay sex, I'm not saying Steve's a sub but Steve's a sub, bottom!Steve, top!Eddie, switch?reader, overstimulation, threesome...

🐇: Listen: I read this fic a couple of months ago and LOST it! I couldn't find it anymore! BUT the way Reader and Eddie gave me MASSIVE bi-panic stuck in my head. THIS is one of my top Eddie x Steve x Reader fics... asdfghjkl. Do yourself a favor and read this kinky piece of porn.

helping hands. (one-shot) by @daddyreid

➢ Summary: you and steve are having some trouble getting you to fit him, so he takes you to his friend eddie, who is happy to help.

🐇: I love when things have vibes. And this had vibes. I would read an entire series like this. It’s a very good one-shot. daddy!steve harrington & dom!eddie. That's it. That's all I have to say. I also have a daddy kink so... Yeah.

Bad Idea (one-shot) by @lunarzstarz

➢ Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact, you turn to your last resort that you know can only end terribly…

🐇: Fuckboy!Eddie can ruin my life. I am in pain but very pleased. I– This– He– The things he said... 💳💥💳💥 // Just read that there will be more parts and I– I just– YES?! This is so good.

as long as you need (one-shot) by @lilacletter

➢ Summary: your hang out with eddie takes a different turn when you confess something big to him. your ex wouldn’t make you cum because he thought you took too long to finish. eddie's reaction of shock and disbelief is the last thing you were expecting. you feel embarrassed for a moment but lucky for you, eddie has a lot of patience and a hidden desire to take care of you.

🐇: Wow. I loved this so much. So sweet. So smutty. So dorky. So perfect. 10/10. Bestfriend!Eddie & friends to lovers have my whole heart.

It's About Time (one-shot) by @eddiethefreakkmunson

➢ Summary: You and your best friend Eddie decide it's time to lose your virginity to each other, after all who is a better choice than the person you love more than anyone else in the world?

🐇: This was so sweet! I have such a weak spot for these tropes! Not to mention that Eddie is so soft through all of this. 100% boyfriend material.

the freak pirate and the slut princess (one-shot) by @mypoisonedvine

➢ Summary: halloween is that special night where you can be anything you want to be... maybe more than the labels everyone else gives you. maybe even more than 'just friends'. (aka, reader has a reputation, eddie's still a virgin, filth ensues)

🐇: This fic lives in my head rent-free. My brain chemistry got rearranged. Get your dose of friends to lovers & virgin!Eddie here! You won't regret it.

I´ll Paint You Mornings Of Gold (one-shot) by @shamevillain

➢ Summary: You’re the most special thing Eddie has in his life, he just wants to make sure you know it.

🐇: Labyrinth aka my favorite movie, spaghetti as candles, Eddie being so in love and high on sugar... Perfection.

Only Lonely (one-shot) by @shamevillain

➢ Summary: Rumors about Eddie Munson have run rampant as long as you can remember. You’ve crossed paths only briefly, but maybe the notorious freak of Hawkins isn’t as bad as you’ve come to believe.

🐇: YOU HAVE TO READ THIS! I lost it a while ago and finding it again was like discovering the lost city of Atlantis for me! The smut rearranged my brain chemistry. I am foaming at the mouth, that how good it was. And Eddie was perfect! Goofy, hot, sweet... 10/10. Seriously. Read it.

—✨The one's that follow are solely Omegaverse—A/O/B one-shots. I have fallen down the Omegaverse – Rabbit Hole. Didn't see myself interested in this. Yet, here I am. Don't judge me. Seriously. I’ll block you.✨—

it happened one night in detention (one-shot) by @mypoisonedvine

➢ Summary: eddie's chances of being an alpha are quite small. your chances of presenting as an omega, especially while still in high school, are almost none. almost.

🐇: I guess it has to do with my size kink and the fact that I am the most submissive bottom you've ever seen, but this? ↑THIS↑ is my jam. // edit: I read the book Heat Haven by Sarah Blue after this on Kindle Unlimited, and yeah, I am still into this. So into this.

I Heard Your Voice and it Carries Me (one-shot) by @cha0ticspacebi

➢ Summary: Like 91% of the population, you were now and would always be a beta. Except when your roommate moves out suddenly and fate connects you with Alpha Eddie Munson. After that, things start to change.

🐇: Don't look at me 🫣! I already told you I fell down a rabbit hole! This was so cute & fluffy, and the well-developed worldbuilding in this one-shot is so good. Don't judge me!

little glass doves (one-shot) by @mysticmunson

➢ No Summary, so enjoy my attempt to describe it: Alpha!Eddie and Omega!Reader are already a couple and recently both presented. Their friends are keeping them now at distance since... Hormones, Ya know?

🐇: No smut, just hinting. But it's so cute.

between four walls (one-shot) by @mysticmunson

➢ Summary: when you disappear from school for a few days, eddie is a bit bewildered, until he has a sneaking suspicion.

🐇: I hope this author never stops feeding my alpha!eddie addiction. This is the spicy brother of “little glass doves.” Stunning.

To the writers of these fics:

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Would I be the asshole if I start hooking up with my hook-up's friend?

Some background info is necessary here. I'm aromantic and I've always been completely open about that and as upfront about what a relationship with me will (and, more importantly, won't) entail. I met this particular guy on a dating website like OKCupid or something like that, I don't remember exactly which one. We got along and were attracted to each other so I sat him down and had my usual talk with him about what he could expect and what he should never expect and whether or not that was a relationship he was okay with having. He said yes, so we started doing basically a FWB thing.

He's incredibly hot and we are very compatible sexually (which is honestly not super common for me tbh lol). The problem is, he often gets clingy and weepy and complains to me about how lonely he is and that he really wants a romantic relationship, complete with things about how no one will ever love him and those types of sayings. I've talked to him about it a few times and asked if he was sure he wanted to keep doing this with me when I will never be able to meet that need. We're also not exclusive at all, so I usually respond to this kind of thing by encouraging him to keep seeing other people/keep putting himself out there/etc and hyping him up and stuff. Every time we talk about it he says he's good to go, that he totally understands my aromanticism and he won't try to push for romance from me, and like I said it's kind of difficult for me to find people who also want the sex I want (I guess I'm kind of kinky and a stone top which in my experience a lot of guys are not into idk) and especially to find people who are interested in sex and dating with no actual romantic feelings or intent. So I've been sticking with him even though he keeps bringing this up and kind of (seemingly) implying that he wants things from me I've told him repeatedly I can't give. I don't want to hurt his feelings by still sleeping with him if he wants love, but I'm basically operating on the assumption that he's a big boy who can make his own decisions and I've been honest with him and understanding, at least as far as I'm concerned.

That's the backstory, now we reach the issue I'm actually asking about. A few days ago, maybe as an early birthday present for me or maybe just coincidentally, this guy had a friend over at the same time as me and we ended up having a threesome. It was great! I really liked the other person involved and we were all compatible and had a lot of fun. They gave me their number on my way out.

So I've been texting with this person, that my long term (I guess, depending on your definition of "long term") hook-up introduced me to via a threesome, and they have asked me if I want to hook up again with just them. Which I totally do. I know I wouldn't be an asshole to start seeing them in addition to the first guy because we're not exclusive and never have been, and I've made myself clear from the beginning that we never would be. My question is would I be the asshole if I started seeing this person that he introduced me to via a threesome, and also stopped having sex with him (I would be open to still being friends who don't have sex, but somehow I doubt he would be very interested in that).

The thing is, this new person is also aromantic, so I know that a non-romantic sexual relationship that stays non-romantic would actually for sure be okay with them. I wouldn't have to worry a) about hurting their feelings because they want something from me I can't give, or b) them repeatedly implying they want more or thought I could change my mind eventually or whatever. But... It just seems like it might be a bit of a dick move when he introduced us for group sex and then to... cut him out of the group, I guess.

So... would I be the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hiya! I don't know if this is appropriate to just come out and ask but I was wondering if you could do a quick adamsapple one shot of that Deadpool x Wolverine au I've been seeing? Maybe the Honda scene? 👀

Maybe adam getting a good dicking down in a car after a full on fight, blood and claws, all that good stuff lol

All good if not! I've never requested a story before but I'm feeling extra thirsty today and I absolutely love your writing 😫😫

My sweet anon, ask and you shall receive! *Cracks knuckles* And thank you!! You're so sweet 🥺

@fanofstuff01 I thought you'd appreciate this too 😁

This Honda Odyssey fucks hard 😎

Adam laid there in the Honda Odyssey with blood all over the place, the car torn to shreds from his fight with Lucifer who was currently tied up with all the seat belts.

Not that that would keep him at bay, Lucifer was already nearly halfway free from his binds.

Adam was panting, fuck he hadn't fought someone that hard in a while.

By the looks of it they won't be getting their deposit back.....

Lucifer got free and smiled at him, laying on his side one hand on his hip. "Well that was kind of fun. Want to have another kind?"

"What?" Adam looked over at him and noticed the bulge in his outfit. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. We just beat the fuck out of each other and now you want to fuck?"

"Do you not?"

Adam thought about it. It has been a while since he's gotten laid. "I didn't say that."

Lucifer brightened with a smile and got on top of him. "Great! I'm glad because you are so adorable and adorably fuckable."

"How romantic." Adam deadpanned with a straight face.

"Awww, don't be that way mister Grumpy pants. Besides, as nice as you look in this fancy yellow suit, it'd like to see what you look like out of it.~" Lucifer purred as he ran a finger down Adams chest to his belly button area.

Adam rolled his eyes but started to undo his belt, no need to take the whole thing off. Most people thought his suit was one piece but it was actually two.

Lucifer watched with hungry eyes, he was so excited to finally get to fuck him. Since he laid eyes on this hunk of eye candy he wanted to be balls deep inside him.

Lucifer worked his own pants down. Adam eyed him. "No underwear?"

Lucifer smiled. "Makes it easier for many things."

Adam wasn't sure he believed him.

When they lost their pants Lucifer leaned down and actually kissed Adam. "Ready to have your world rocked?"

"If you can rock it."

Lucifer took that as a challenge.

He loved challenges.

Lucifer smiled and held his fingers up to Adams mouth. "Open wide for me princess.~"

Adam glared. "Call me princess again and I'll bite them off."

"Ooou, kinky."

Adam took the fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking on them to get them nice and wet. He wasn't naive he knew what had to happen.

Once Lucifer deemed them wet enough he moved them down to tease and open Adam up. He knew he'd be uptight but this just confirmed it.

Adam gasped and squirmed, it felt odd but not unpleasant. He moaned when something was touched inside of him.

Lucifer spit into his free hand and coated his dick with it. When he removed his fingers he placed both hands on the back of Adam's knees and pushed them up to his chest folding him nearly in half. Slowly he slid inside and moaned.

"Fuck." Adam swore as he felt everything. He needed to grab onto something and side of the car door and the next seat over was all he could grab.

But that was nothing compared to when Lucifer started to thrust into him.

"Ahhh!~ Fuck!" Adam looked down and watched as the blonde man's dick pounded into him. "Ah! Shit!~"

Lucifer enjoyed the feeling and the view Adam gave him. He really was perfect wasn't he?

"Fuck baby, we should have done this long ago."

Even though Adam couldn't really talk right now, mentally he agreed. This was some of the best sex he's had in the longest time.

Or ever.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!~"

The motion of their hips rocked the Honda hard, the beat up car squeaking loudly.

"Oh fuck! Please!" Adam begged, he could feel his release nearing.

Lucifer wanted to see him cum untouched just for being a bratty little bitch. So he pounded even harder into Adam who was now nothing more than cries of pleasure and moans until he came.

Lucifer gave a final few thrusts before he finished inside Adam and leaned down. Their breath mingled together before they kissed.

Lucifer grinned as he kissed Adam's face. "So, want to go again?"

Adam smacked his arm.

[arminsumi]

hi to my fav author 🫶 i was wondering if you could do prompt 13? but make it where dilf armin has a lactation kink 🫢 if your comfortable with that. thank you so much and have a great rest of your day

Oh sure thing angel 🤭💕hope i wrote satisfactorily hehe

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💕 ꒱ MILK MDNI

░ 🐬 Dilf!Armin x fem!reader

⚠️Cws; kinky SMUT 🥵🌶️

⚠️💦Smut cws; kinky sex, lactation + breeding + daddy kink, boobie sucking/milk drinking 👀, unprotected sex (creampie), dirty talk, mating press position

As soon as you cooed your newborn to sleep and tucked your kids into bed, Armin eagerly led you into the bedroom with feverish kisses down the hallway.

From the moment the bedroom door snapped shut, Armin was all over you; his hands praising up and down your body like he hadn't touched you in weeks.

"Someone's excited." You giggled teasingly when he put his hot lips on your boob. "Ah, 'Min, 's sensitive after milking, be gentler." you moaned against the top of his head. His hair tickled under your chin as he pulled off while sucking your nipple.

His eyes twinkled when a little bit of your milk squirted out by accident. You giggled embarrassedly, "You sucked too hard, not my fault." you defended immediately, but Armin licked an erotic stripe from under your boob, over your nipple, and latched his lips right back on.

"Hey, 'careful or more's gonna come out." you warned him amusedly. "I don't mind. It t-tastes good." he pulled away to speak, breathing hot against your sensitive nipple. He flicked his tongue against it. All he could think about was how heavy and full your boobs looked.

"What, are you tellin' me that you wanna drink my milk?" you teased. He looked up at you and sensually massaged your boobs. His eyes twinkled a bit when you said that, "Y-yeah, I do..." he blurted out. You raised your brows and laughed breathily, because you thought he was kidding at first.

"Don't laugh, I-I'm serious." Armin said, his whole face was searing with heat. He wasn't sure if he should play it off as a joke. It all depended on your response. "I'm down to try anything with you." you told him.

Oh boy, he pressed you down onto the springy bed so eagerly when you said that. His plush lips latched back onto your nipple, and he sucked gently. Occasionally he pulled away to circle his tongue around it, or come up for a kiss.

He whimpered and gulped down your milk hungrily. "Fuck, angel, your milk tastes really good..." he sighed, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He put his lips on your other tit and tried sucking it for milk, too.

He was so hard against you, it made you wonder how long he had thought about doing this. Probably even back when you were first breastfeeding a few years ago, you remember noticing him paying special attention to your tits back then, as if he wanted something more than just to feel and kiss them.

Armin couldn't help but lay into you after he tasted your milk.

He muffled a moan on your boob when you ruffled his hair. He was so docile and almost submissive until he sunk his heavy cock inside. "Fuck, 'm gonna fuck 'nother baby into those hips." he groaned when he started thrusting into you.

His cock filled you up deliciously, but he got frustrated that he wasn't balls deep inside, so he pushed your legs as far back as he could.

Armin's eyes focused on the sight of his cock stretching you out; he loved seeing your pussy cling to him like that. "Fuck, fuck th-that's so good... that pussy's so fuckin' good, 'makes me wanna cream inside you so bad. You want that? Want daddy to give you some milk, too?" he murmurs against your face.

Armin's thrusts make the bed shake. You can barely stutter out in response, "Yeah, daddy, 'gimme your milk, please." you replied sensually.

He let out a tell-tale groan and stilled inside you.

You couldn't squirm because that tight position he had you had you in. His palms pressed your legs back as much as they could go, but one hand came to hold your ankle when he felt you shaking.

He knew that the feeling of receiving a hot creampie brought you close to cumming yourself, so he thumbed your clit and pressed a hard kiss to your lips.

"C'mon, cum f'me – that's it, let go and enjoy yourself." he murmured, rocking his sensitive cockhead in and out while rubbing a pattern that made your tummy do loopies.

He licked his lips and watched intently as your breasts jiggled while you went through your orgasm. His pale, veiny hands kept a firm hold on your ankles, his dick throbbing as he felt your pussy tighten and untighten convulsively around it.

"God damn," he sighed breathlessly, coming down to give your tits a sloppy kiss, "So delicious, baby, 'gotta let me suck your milk again."

I'm gonna be real I haven't paid much attention to lactation kinks, so I shrugged and thought... booba sucking and milk drinking... hope that's what it's all about 👀

[darnell-la]

Can you do dark!Logan being kinky and baby trapping you?

summary: Logan knew everything in the past, wouldn’t matter once he did his job, so he decided to go on a side mission to fulfill a dream he’s been dreaming about for years.

btw, this story was a bit rushed just like the rest that we will be posting soon. college has been kicking our main authors ass…

DO NOT READ IF CNC/SA TRIGGERS YOU!

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Logan had woken up on a huge hotel bed, with a hand over him. The man was confused, not understanding what was going on until he remembered he was sent back in time.

Logan quickly got dressed, not wanting to wake up the women that were in his bed. His only thought was on y/n. He even remembered offering his room to these two women because he couldn’t have y/n.

Y/n was and still is dating Scott Summers. Logan couldn’t stand it. Scott had confronted Logan once, telling him and everyone how jealous Logan was of him because he had everything the lonely animalistic man wanted.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh when Scott thought he read him like a book. Logan could have any girl Scott wanted. He proved that by reeling in Jean.

Logan wanted y/n before anyone knew who she was. He was the first to see her, the first to talk to her, the first to make her laugh, and the first to make her upset. Logan hated the fact that they didn’t talk as much because of Scott.

“We can’t talk if you’re gonna keep flirting with me, Logan. I’m not Jean, and I’ll never be her,” y/n said years ago at a party after Logan pulled her into a bathroom.

“I know you’re not Jean. You’re better, and he knows that. He knew I wanted you, so he got you first,” Logan tried explaining to y/n, but she ended up leaving after apologizing. It wasn’t her problem or fault that Logan couldn’t commit.

Logan is currently outside of y/n’s house, debating on whether he should go through with this or not. He bought a basket, hoping he could sweet talk his way into her house, maybe even get her to take him and leave Scott.

“Hello?” Y/n asked in her sweet and soft voice as she opened the front door. “Logan- Hey, what are you doing here?” Y/n asked as she opened her door further, seeing a friendly face.

“Hey, just wanted to stop by. It’s been a few months, right?” Logan wanted to confirm to make sure his dates were right. “Yep — I do miss the team, though. Maybe I’ll visit next week,” y/n smiled.

“Could I maybe come in, and put this down?” Logan asked as he lifted the basket that he had put together for a good hour. “Yeah, of course,”

Y/n and Logan talked for a while, catching up on each other, but she couldn’t help but notice how flirty he was. She had told him not too long ago, that he needed to quit with it.

“Logan, it’s nice to meet you and all, but you can’t just come in here- In my house that Scott pays for, and flirt with me — I-I thought you came by to say congratulations on Scott’s sad mistake,” y/n giggled at the end of her sentence.

“Congratulations? To what?” Logan asked. “Didn’t Scott tell you as well as the others that I was pregnant? Well, at least I thought I was. Sadly, I was only two weeks late,”

Logan felt an instant pressure in his head. He’s never known anything about any close pregnancy. If his calculations are right, this would only be the first six months of Scott and y/n dating.

“Are you okay? Logan, hey,” y/n snapped her fingers in Logan’s face to get him back into reality. “You were almost pregnant? How? Why? When- I-“ Logan couldn’t keep himself from thinking.

It’s almost like Scott took no time to try and claim her — To try and claim what was his.

“Relax, I’m not actually pregnant. We’ve had our small talk, and we think it’s better to wait until it’s our one-year anniversary,” y/n smiled as she sat down on the living room couch.

“You haven’t even been with the man for a year, and you already had a pregnancy scare? Are you serious, y/n?” Logan asked in a tone y/n was surprised by. Why was he so upset?

“I mean, we’re around the age people start making a family, so-“ y/n went to continue, ur Logan cut her off with a loud sigh as he rubbed his hands all over his face. He’s never been this stressed in his life.

“You let him breed you? Are you- Fuckin’ hell, Bub,” Logan cussed as y/m scrunched her eyes. “Logan, what is your problem? Scott has been my boyfriend for months. Why do you care if he breeds me?” Y/n could barely repeat the word Logan had used.

The tall man snapped his neck to look at her. He was upset about how she could see how wrong this was. Opening her legs, and letting Scott go in raw within six months?

“You wouldn’t even kiss me when I tried. You wouldn’t touch me. You wouldn’t let me please you — I was willing to keep it slow and only go down on you, but you rejected me? For what? For Scott!?”

“Logan, it’s fine to leave,” y/n got up to show Logan out of her home, but instead of letting her, he pushed her back down on the couch. “No! No more running. I’m fuckin’ tired of this. Are you even happy? Do you seriously see more in him than me!?”

“Logan, please just leave. Scott will be back in half an hour, and-“ y/n tried getting up again, but this time, Logan pushed her down on her back and hovered over her.

“Then he can come home to a pretty sight if you bread right,” Logan growled before he began tugging at y/n’s leggings that he just knew Scott bought for her. All Scott did was buy things Logan would love seeing y/n in.

“Logan- Stop! Get off of me!” Y/n tried fighting, almost forgetting that Logan was a mutant and she wasn’t. He was automatically stronger than him. He didn’t even struggle.

“Gonna take it easy on you for right now, Bub, but when I get back to my future past, I’m gonna give you think kids you want,”

Y/n didn’t know what to say. He was all over the place. She’s never seen anything like this in Logan. She wanted to talk to him and ask him what was going on, but that left her mind when he got her leggings just under her ankles.

“Logan- Stop this! Get off of me, you can’t- You can’t fucking do this!” Y/n cried out, upset that Logan never got the idea. It’s not like y/n never saw anything in him.

Y/n just hated how he wanted women to chase him, and when he never got them to, he pushed until he got what he wanted. Today, he had to do more the seduce a woman with his looks and words.

“I can do whatever I want. Who’s gonna fuckin’ stop me, huh? You? Oh, you can’t lie, Bub. I smell how sweet you are from up here,” Logan chuckled as he pulled himself out of his jeans.

“You know, when I get back, the date will be set back before Scott met you, meaning, I get to have another chance. I could’ve waited to taste you, but as soon as you mentioned Scott impregnated you — God, that pissed me off,”

Logan held his cock as he pushed pushed into her. He knew his length would be the biggest she’d ever taken, and that only made him want to stretch her out more.

“L-Lo!” Y/n screamed as her back automatically arched. “Yeah, that’s it? Haven’t had a good cock since you’ve been with Scott, huh?” Logan asked as he continued pushing his cock through her lips.

“Logan!” Y/n cried loudly as he slammed himself all the way into her. “Take it, baby — I know you can,” Logan took his hands and pushed her waist into the couch, pinning her down so she couldn’t get away.

“Just look at you — You’re soaked and gripping me so tight,” Logan pounded away as y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. She tried telling herself she couldn’t do this, but the way her body reacted made things so difficult.

“I bet you’ll love it when I fill you up, babe — No matter how much you say no, I know you’ll love it. You’ll love me,”

[official-raoulin-the-bibulous]

Glimpse of the Imagination - a Claude Frollo x OC fic

NOTE: This fic was meant to be an RP between me and @frollosversion as Raoulin and Frollo respectively as they have some kinky sex regarding Esmeralda, but the reset happened and I made this by my lonesome lol. The italics represent what is going on with Frollo’s mind as he imagines everything in his alternate state of mind.

I practically worked on this all month while juggling with grad school, so I hope you enjoy this fic under the cut! ^^

“You’ve chosen a magnificent prison, but it’s a prison nonetheless,” Frollo warned Esmeralda as he proceeded to leave the cathedral, “Set one foot outside… and you’re mine.”

With that, the Minister closed the door and ordered that every guard should be by every door in case the Roma woman ever dared to step out. Frollo then silently stepped into his carriage, his mind completely foggy from what had happened a few moments ago at Notre Dame and hours earlier at the Feast of Fools. Will Esmeralda be Frollo’s new lover? Or will Esmeralda be left to rot once Frollo is done with her? Will Esmeralda act like bait and then suddenly switch to humiliate him? And worst of all, will Frollo’s immortal soul be punished for not having one, but two lovers, with one being of the same sex? Frollo nervously looked down at his black pointed leather shoes as the carriage drove back to the Palace of Justice.

Raoulin, meanwhile at the Palace, paced back and forth as he pondered how Frollo was doing at the festival regardless of the cold rain outside. Of all the years attending the Feast of Fools, nothing bad enough occurred to end the topsy-turvy and lustful celebrations so abruptly. Then, Raoulin heard the front door of the Palace open. A small draft whooshed into the palace, making Raoulin’s hat almost fall off. He readjusted it as he walked towards Frollo, who was still appearing to be down. However, Raoulin did not notice.

“Good afternoon, my Lord! How was the festival?” asked Raoulin, smiling and eager to give his partner a kiss.

“Don’t… talk to me right now,” Frollo told Raoulin, raising up his hand toward him.

Just at that moment, Raoulin knew something was troubling his partner. Frollo often felt relieved at every ending to the Feast of Fools because he shan’t deal with peasants until needed again, but not this year’s Feast of Fools. If Frollo’s not feeling well, thought Raoulin, I should talk to him regardless. Frollo climbed up the stairs, but Raoulin pursued, eager to know.

“Well, my dear Lord, why can’t you talk about it?” the Legislator trilled, shrugging his shoulders. “If I’m your partner, you should talk about it to me at least.” Frollo turned around to Raoulin as he reached the top of the stairs, his eyebrows furling slightly.

“Alright, here’s my answer for how the festival went: horrible!” snapped Frollo.

That answer wasn’t enough for Raoulin as Frollo stormed off. “L-Lord Frollo!” Raoulin still followed, albeit more quickly and swiftly this time.

Just as Frollo was about to head into his office, Raoulin shuffled right in front of him and stopped. Frollo snapped his fingers right at Raoulin, but he didn’t flinch.

“Legislator De Caux, what have I told you?” Frollo then punctuated the next sentence, “I. Am. Not. Interested!”

“From the sounds of it, you need to talk…” Raoulin put his finger on Frollo’s chin, and like magic, Frollo yelped softly and shuddered a little, “I know this isn’t your usual upset after attending the festival this year. Please tell me what has been bothering you.”

There was a long pause as Frollo settled down. The memory of him sneaking upon Esmeralda in Notre Dame, taunting her, even smelling her hair. She had not enjoyed it, but Frollo did. So much for her kind, according to him, twisting the truth and clouding his mind with sexual thoughts. But it didn’t matter because Frollo could’ve sworn she hit on him during her performance at the Feast of Fools!

Frollo sighed, knowing there was no other way to hide.

“Fine… Alright,” Frollo says in a tonal voice., “...I have feelings for this… this woman.”

Raoulin’s smirk soon started to grow.

“...Go on…”

“She is… a Roma,” Frollo sputtered out, expecting Raoulin’s mood to shift from sweet to sour. “Esmeralda. That was her name, Esmeralda. I-I-I know what you’re thinking. It’s not normal to lust for vermin like her, especially if she performed at the Feast of Fools. I wholeheartedly agree with that. Raoulin, I know that is not what you expect, but this was the truth.”

Raoulin pondered as Frollo explained about the woman named “The Emerald”. Clearly, he thought, If a woman has such a name meaning a jewel, it means she’s exotic and a jewel that we could own together. My, ‘tis been a while since I’ve fornicated with exotic women. Raoulin then grinned with lust swarming into his head. “You know, My Lord…” he began. “This is somewhat giving me an idea.”

Frollo stood right in place, bewildered.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I’ve had my share with exotic women before,” said Raoulin, “So, it’s practically normal for you to have feelings for Esmeralda.”

“It is?” asked Frollo.

“Of course!” replied Raoulin, “If you have feelings for a mysterious, beautiful woman who travels from place to place and possesses a magical ability to turn you on, then it’s normal. So, how was she like with you?”

Frollo took off his hat and gulped.

“Well… her hair smelled good,” Frollo admitted as he slowly walked toward the door to his room, “I imagined a bit of rope around her gorgeous neck… And then some.”

“Like what?” asked Raoulin as Frollo opened the door.

“Like… making love,” Frollo answered more, stepping back to his bed, “...staring into her eyes as we moan together… just… mmh.” 

“Take off your clothes, my Lord,” told the Legislator.

Frollo sighed deeply. He took off his collar and shoulder pad after placing his hat on the nightstand. Knowing Raoulin according to Frollo, he is a professional at developing such a session so sensual that it opens one new thing about Frollo, or at least revisit something not experienced since he was a young man. Frollo felt his heart pound against his chest as he stripped layer by layer of his outfit. Throughout the afternoon during Esmeralda’s performance at the Festival, Frollo too felt his cock throb, and it grew to be more stiff as Frollo undressed in front of the Legislator. After pulling off his undershirt, Frollo pulled his undergarments down, leaving him bare but the stockings and a twitching erection. He stared right into Raoulin’s eyes, waiting for another direction.

“...Now what?” asked Frollo, softly.

“You wait here,” Raoulin pointed up to Frollo. “I need to get a blindfold.”

Frollo nodded, and Raoulin set off to his room for a good minute or two. Frollo simply stood there, almost stark naked with his cock twitching to his thoughts of the Roma woman. Raoulin then returned, carrying a black piece of cloth, which Frollo assumed was the blindfold.

“Close your eyes, my Lord,” said Raoulin, lending the blindfold to Frollo’s face. “Take deep breaths… and relax…”

Frollo closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles as Raoulin wrapped the blindfold around him. Soon enough, every other sense—sound, smell, touch, and taste—seemed to heighten more than usual. Frollo could hear Raoulin give out soft, dreamy orders and a description of everything surrounding the two of them. Frollo heard Raoulin’s silky voice, saying that once he counted to one, he would be in an alternate state of mind.

“Five…  Your cock is throbbing more eagerly.”

“Four… You sense your room right now slowly fading away.”

“Three… Frollo, you are feeling a soft bed made of the most exotic silks.”

“Two… The blackness behind your eyelids and blindfold fades into a part of the Palace dungeons decorated beautifully.”

“One… You have no control over your body.”

“Zero!”

All the while he gave those commands, Raoulin stripped himself out of his robes to be nude and carried Frollo onto his bed. He gazed at Frollo in the meditative state that he created for him. Frollo had his legs spread out, making his shaft stick out further. His arms were spread out, too. Frollo almost looked like he was sleeping in the most alluring yet innocent way possible, and it worked!

Frollo soon felt someone lightly squeeze his tip, almost like a woman was doing it. He lets out a soft whimper.

“As you lie in this bed, you feel Esmeralda tease your cock,” said Raoulin, slowly sliding his fingers down his lover’s shaft.

“Ahh… Esmeralda,” Frollo muttered, saying the Roma woman’s name.

“Tell me, Frollo,” purred the Legislator, “How are you feeling right now?”

“A-amazing…” the Minister groaned in near-ecstasy.

Indeed, Frollo saw Esmeralda slowly stroke his cock with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She was just as ecstatic as Frollo, yet eager to mount him soon. Frollo saw her crawl a little closer. Esmeralda then mounted him and slid down to Frollo’s base. The Minister moaned as he felt the Roma woman’s vaginal walls squeeze around him, and she moaned as well.

All the while, Raoulin wet his hand and held Frollo’s cock at a tighter grip. Frollo whimpered softly, squirming a little while he envisioned the Roma woman’s warm pussy.

“Hhufff… Esmeralda… Ohhh, God…”

“Mmm…” Raoulin hummed.

“She rides on your treasured cock, moaning your name, ‘Claude! Claude!’”

“Her cunt squeezes you, you can’t last longer but you ride this… very… edge.”

Esmeralda lifts her pussy away from Frollo’s shaft, leaving Frollo with a disappointed whine. Soon, she sinks back on and bounces on it.

Raoulin had crept Frollo’s chance to cum, but he smirked, knowing that he was not done using Frollo yet. Frollo’s cock drooled more of its precum, hungry for more stimulation. The Legislator chuckled lustfully as he enjoyed seeing Frollo whimper and whine in agonizing pleasure. He then stroked Frollo some more, as the precum squished and slipped around at every movement with his hand. Raoulin hummed, as he felt his cock grow, too.

“Hhaahh… I love it when you ride on me and tease…” Frollo sighed with a grin, “Mmmmff, your beautiful teat…”

Esmeralda’s bare breasts were right in front of Frollo’s face. As the Roma woman kept pumping the Minister’s cock, her breasts bounced and jiggled. Frollo gazed at the sight of them but never took any chances to taste her nipples. It was almost like the moment that happened in Notre Dame, except that Frollo only looked at Esmeralda feeling sheer pleasure out of it. She was as if she was supposed to act like it, and her sole existence was to fuck a man like Frollo. And Frollo? He is weak for Esmeralda, and he does not give a damn about it. Frollo moaned along to Esmeralda’s, making a passionate duet for them.

“Good boy~...” praised Raoulin as he let go of Frollo’s shaft, “Now, on your fours and show me how you’re fucking the Roma Woman lying on the bed.”

Under Raoulin’s control, Frollo soon got up and adjusted his body to be on all fours. He pulled the pillow closer to his cock, and guided it as if he was sliding back into Esmeralda. Frollo groaned softly and whined, feeling every inch of his pillow teasing him. It indeed felt like Heaven as he thrust in and out of the pillow.

“Esmeralda… You feel so warm-mmmh…~” moaned Frollo to the fervent Roma, “Aahh, you look so beautiful on your back being used for me. O-oohhoho, I’m getting close…”

“Hold it for a while, old harlot,” Frollo heard a familiar voice.

Raoulin crept up behind, keeping his erection up. The Legislator spat onto his palm and lubed himself. He guided his shaft to Frollo’s muscle ring and slowly slipped in. Frollo felt his ass open wide painfully again and moaned loudly as Raoulin growled like an animal in heat.

“HRR-AH!!! Oohhh, it’s so big! IT HURTS!!!”

“Shhhh,” hushed Raoulin, “M-must you always feel so tight, Frollo? Ah, I love it so much…”

The Minister was too busy in his pleasurable trance. He kept humping the pillow and riding Raoulin’s dick alike. Frollo huffed and whimpered as his teeth soon grabbed the pillow sheet. Raoulin moaned in his exaggerated way, feeling his lover’s anal walls clench him. He whispered sweet, explicit, dirty nothings to Frollo’s ear, narrating what was happening in the Minister’s mind.

Frollo found himself sandwiched between Raoulin and Esmeralda. He both thrust into her and rode on him. Two overwhelming sensations happened at once as Frollo felt them.

“O Maria…” he groaned, “Keep thrusting into me like that! Please, Raoulin~!”

Esmeralda hummed and giggled lustfully, enjoying Frollo’s company with the Legislator. Raoulin slapped his hips against Frollo’s asscheeks, while he took his sweet time grinding inside the alluring Roma. Frollo moaned and whimpered softly close to Esmeralda, letting out small gusts of his breath flow to the side of her ear. Frollo felt a smile creep along his lips. It felt like he simply forgot what he was. Maybe he was meant to both love Raoulin and play with Esmeralda.

Frollo’s cock throbbed harder still as it rubbed against the pillow. “Oh, Christ… I’m so close…!” Raoulin heard his lover bleat out.

“Just keep riding that edge, my Lord,” said Raoulin, “Esmeralda will let you cum eventually.” Frollo’s cock squirmed as it felt the fabric massage along the shaft. More of its precum oozed out. The Minister soon grunted and shuddered his voice, keeping himself on that edge.

Frollo gritted his teeth. He didn’t know when to keep holding or to let go.

“Raoulin!” he cried, “I can’t hold it anymore!”

“Just a few more moments, my Lord,” cooed Raoulin, “Let me and Esmeralda reach the same edge, too.”

Frollo groaned. All he could do was to look at Esmeralda gazing upon him and Raoulin wallowing in pleasure. Small sparks soon crept into her mind. Her eyes soon grew heavy as they rolled up. Esmeralda felt her vaginal walls struggle to open from squeezing the Minister’s cock. Raoulin shut his eyes as his exaggerated moans turned more gruff. Frollo felt Raoulin rapidly increase his speed. As much as Frollo was lost in the pleasure, he soon noticed that both his lover and his Roma slave were reaching the brink of orgasm.

“Frollo, you may–!! Oh!! OOOOHHH, TOTUS FLOREO!!!”

Frollo gasped as he felt Raoulin’s warm fluids spit and flow inside. Frollo bit his lip within the last few seconds of being able to hold back. He strained his whimpers and pants until…

“ESMERALDAAAAAA!!!!!” howled Frollo.

“CLAAAAUDE!!!” the Roma woman shrieked, arching her back and clenching her walls against the Minister’s shaft.

Frollo moaned and wailed as he felt his waves crash upon him. It was intense as the violent waves that may toss the ship enough to sink it into the depths of the sea. At the same time, it felt like he was fired from a catapult. Regardless of what Frollo may have described after, it was a pleasurable feeling like no other. Especially that it’s a feeling made by Esmeralda, Frollo’s own jewel to play with. Frollo collapsed onto her as Raoulin pulled out, leaving a long trail of cum oozing out. He rolled onto his side, finally catching his breath from the orgasm.

“Esmeralda… hhaahhh… That was amazing,” smiled the Minister.

“Indeed you did a great job, my Lord,” Raoulin cooed as he lied down and pulled Frollo and Esmeralda for a cuddle.

Raoulin had already pulled out of Frollo at that point. He also had pulled Frollo close to him, spooning from behind. Raoulin heard a soft joyous sigh from his partner, and smiled, knowing that his method of reassuring those feelings had worked. He stroked Frollo’s messy gray hair. Frollo found himself to be soothed by his lover and master.

“Frollo, when I count from five, you will return to your normal state… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Zero.”

In an instant, Frollo found himself looking at the blindfold covering his eyes. He untied the blindfold in a slow manner. Frollo’s eyes were wide open as if they were stuck like an owl’s. His lip twitched, trying to say something but it turned out to be speechless.

“Did you enjoy it, my Lord?” asked the Legislator, turning the Minister to face him.

“Erm… I suppose so, I must admit,” Frollo chuckled a little. “It was like having a strange yet erotic dream. I… haven’t had those in a while.”

Frollo tried looking for more words that described the alternate state he was in, but to no avail. He sighed.

“What is it?” Raoulin asked again.

“Mary and the saints must have let this fire consume me,” stuttered Frollo, “I don’t know if this is a test but it feels like destiny.”

“Ahh, now that’s the spirit!” Raoulin laughed, scruffing his boyfriend’s hair.

Frollo uttered an unsure yet disgusted “eeugh” as he batted Raoulin’s hand away. He got out of bed, and picked up his standard black robes with the undergarments.

“Raoulin, I just said I do not know!”

“Alright… if you say so, my Lord,” Raoulin shrugged as he watched Frollo get dressed into his robe.

Frollo said nothing. He walked towards the door to open it.

“Where are you going?”

Frollo turned around, clearly annoyed.

“To the large fireplace, Legislator,” he groaned. “I need some time to think about this.” “Okay,” smirked Raoulin, placing his hands behind his head, “I’ll let you have time to decide for yourself. But come back as soon as you make one, you hear, my Lord? I’m still yearning to caress your skin while we cuddle.”

Frollo smiled a little.

“I will, Raoulin…”

Frollo opened the door and walked out, prepared to confront his desires and perhaps to hear any news regarding Esmeralda.

[falciesystemessays]

hey, this one isn't about video games at all, it's about my experience being sexually assaulted a few months ago. i've been thinking recently about a conversation i had with my beloved a while ago, about the person who did it and how i was still making excuses for her. in advance i will be talking about sexual assault and topics adjacent to that, so like, reader beware.

basically, that woman tried to groom me. i'm not gonna call her out by name here because a callout wouldn't accomplish anything meaningful, but she treated my hesitations around kink as a problem to be solved, and said "we'll get there" after i expressed discomfort at something she did during sex. it was kind of terrible, and it has definitely not been fun having a body in the time since then.

the thing is that like, for a long time, like several months, i had been making excuses for her. sure, sex was nonconsensual that time, but i was into it the first time! i should have made my boundaries more clear! i knew she had issues, she had red flags that i was ignoring! and isn't it wrong to hold a transgression like this against a vulnerable trans woman? we need to stick together, you know? i kept making these excuses because i refused to acknowledge that this was something that woman did to me, that i had no agency in the matter because the point of rape is that my agency was taken from me.

and like... i have complexes around sex in general. for literal years, i've felt out of place in queer communities for not being sufficiently edgy, weird, or kinky, and i've always envied people who can live more active lives than me in that regard. i kind of see that kind of perpetually sexual queer lifestyle as an ideal i am perpetually falling behind. but also? when i do try to chase that ideal, i always end up needing to constantly fight, always needing to rise up to do the next thing because someone out there is doing even more than i am and it just... it ruins me. there's this terrible thought that runs through my head that all that is what being queer is, that if i'm not constantly looking for and having really intense sex than i am functionally a poser who talks the talk of being a trans woman without walking the walk. yes i am a self-hating aspec, how did you guess?

but someone like that woman, she gave me the possibility to pursue that kind of life. yeah she was pretty edgy, and full-throatedly embraced kinks that i never want to indulge, but... don't be moralizing, she's a real trans woman. you don't want to be a fake queer, do you? yeah she talks a lot about the callouts she got a few years ago and the insults her exes hurled at her, but you know, trans women tend to get that kind of unfair maligning. you don't want to miss this chance, do you?

of course, then that happened, and all potentials for a better me fell away like sand. it actually took a couple of weeks for me to cut her out of my life, before i finally accepted that she was not going to improve and that her presence in my life does not spark joy.

but i was left thinking, maybe i should have been into it? maybe i should have wanted it. this is what being a real queer is, after all. if you can't handle one evening of irl dubcon then you probably couldn't handle any of the real shit that we do. and it took me a long fuckin time, and a lot of conversations in therapy, with friends, and with my beloved, to realize that what she did wasn't okay, and that it wasn't my fault.

i told my beloved at one point, "i should have listened to her and accepted more about myself. i mean she went through the callout wringer and came out better for it," and my absolute arrow of a beloved told me "did she get better, or did she get haughtier? did she take that opportunity to grow as a person, learn what consent is, and do better for the people around her? or did she decide that everyone else is the problem? that she's better than them, better than you, so she doesn't have to question anything?" and it's like... shit.

in advance, when i say what i am about to say, i am probably not talking about you or anyone you care about. if i am, then whatever, just don't harm anyone, it's fine for me not to like you, whatever. but i do notice this thing, sometimes, with some people, where they assume that any criticism must be unfair maligning. it's the kind of thing that obviously doesn't apply on more than a subcultural level in most cases, but if you already have a following and social capital, it's very effective for maintaining it. just talk about the horrors of callout culture, talk about how minorities like yourself are always scrutinized, and don't forget to quote hot allostatic load. call anyone who criticizes you a puritan.

to be clear, these people will often be right about the state of culture generally. it's true that trans women are often regarded as inherently predatory or deviant! it's true that they're hurt way more than a lot of other people by callouts, even if they are based on nothing or exaggerations of harmless things. but people can use that as a way to immunize themselves from criticism or accountability. indeed, it made me question myself! it made me make excuses for someone who absolutely did not deserve them. but don't think you're immune just because you're not a predator like her or a weakling like me.

[malavera]

18+ From the Window Series: From the Kitchen — Tom Cruise

↳ You’re the young hot neighbor who’s staying with your Aunt for the whole Summer and your Aunt happens to be Tom Cruise’s neighbor and they’re very good friends. You being 26 and still living the life to the fullest, of course you gotta add more spices in life—By being the naughty neighbor towards her Aunt’s 59 year’s old neighbor.

summary: you and your aunt visited Tom on his day off.

warnings: 18+, the big age gap, very kinky, the use of a word ‘kitten’, tom cruise being the sigma person as he is, oral (m receiving), fingerfucking, p in v from the back, fucking on the counter, creampie, basically this part is smut so just brace yourself – minors dni! cuz i suck at warnings.

tagging: @tomsf18 @deanscroissant @moondustfairies @helloitstsyu @call-sign-shark @love2write2626 @back-tooo-black

check out the series!

The breezy Sunday morning made Tom wanted to stay in. He loves enjoying a one breezy day engulfed in the warmth of his home. Other than that, he shouldn't be back on the set in 2 days, might as well spend the time relaxing or do some chores around the house. Despite being Hollywood Royalty, when he gets a chance for a mini break, he'd love to have the house all to himself and excuse his staff at home to go home. He loves doing things by himself, though he needs them around when he's not around to take care of the house.

Coffee is the law. Starting your day without a cup of coffee would be something that Tom believes it’s the most important beverage, aside from water, to start the day. Grabbing the pot to pour the black liquid to his cup, his eyes never leaving his iPad screen flipping through the digital pages. This is one of the routines that Tom does in the morning to keep himself aligned with his ‘chakra’. Tom snorted to himself when he reads a headline of an article that says, Why men over 40’s should not be looking for women under 30’s.

He poured a milk to his cup before stirring the liquid to mix them together. His thumb scrolls down through the article, aiming to read the point. Overall, it says that it’s like watching a 25 year old man being in a relationship with a 15 year old girl. He shrugged to himself, nodding to the point as well as bringing the cup to his mouth.

He agrees.

He couldn’t imagine himself dating a woman who’s not in their 30’s especially in his age. But, a certain someone could make an exception to that article. His whole perspective has gone away once he opens his front door to his neighbor with her young niece, carrying a plate of cookies. Maria greets him with a good morning with a cheery tone laced in her voice, said ‘We never seen you leaving the house and we thought why not share you these cookies that we’ve baked.’

Tom’s lips slightly parted, his eyes were set behind the lovely madam, who’s carrying the plate of cookies, on her particularly, beautiful, hot, young niece who gave him a show… 2 days ago. The corner of her lips pulled into a smirk, her hairs tucked behind her ears, she’s wearing a sundress that ends on her mid thighs despite the breezy weather. Tom snapped back to reality, shifting his attention to Maria.

“That’s very kind of you, thank you. Would you like to come in?” With his 1 billion dollar smile, who wouldn’t accept the sweet gesture. They both stepped in as Tom leads them towards the living room.

“Oh yes! I don’t think I’ve introduced you to my niece… This is, Y/N. She’s staying for the whole summer to help me out with my clothing-line business.”

“I see.” Tom nodded with a teethed smile.

“Show your manners, girl! You’re not 17 anymore. Why should I keep doing this to you?” Maria hissed to her niece’s ears, nothing but a grin plastered on her face.

“You have a lovely home, mister Cruise.”

His heart seemed to skipped a beat when he heard you spoke. With a pursed lips, his smile never leaving his face as he nods a long. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“How was Heather?”

Heather? Who’s Heather? The charmer has left the room. You couldn’t help but become curious to this Heather, is she an important person in his life? Is he seeing someone? You know you have no right to pry, but you just can’t imagine walking into your bedroom looking at your window to find this Heather girl bouncing on top of what’s yours. Your aunt and Tom chatted and laughed here and there for a good 5 minutes before her phone rang as she excused herself out to take the phone call, leaving both of you alone.

“A glass of milk would go with the cookies.” The charmer has returned. Tom’s shoulders tensed a little when he heard you spoke. He watched you push yourself off from his leathered sofa before you bend, a little too much just to grab the plate of cookies from the coffee table, exposing your cleavage.

“I’m gonna warm these up, would you mind showing the Kitchen, mister Cruise?” Your angelic voice seemed to have almost put Tom in a trance. He cleared his throat before he opens his mouth to navigate you through his house. Once you leave the room, your Aunt came back.

“What is she doing?”

“She’s helping me heat up those cookies which, thank you again by the way.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem. Y/N woke up early today, I don’t know if the girl even sleeps but I woke up to the smell of freshly baked cookies. Those are really good, you should definitely try it later by the way, and oh.. She then said she wanted to share those with you but she’s too shy to come over and knock on your door,” Maria chuckled. “So, she asked me to come with her.”

Shy? Tom doesn’t think that it’s the suitable word coming out from you. He doesn’t think that the action that you just pulled, 2 days ago, for him was you being Shy. Tom chuckles to himself, he remembered every detail. He remembered your smooth legs, your rounded ass, your pink plump lips. Best believe, he planned on doing something about what you pulled. But, he stopped himself realizing that he doesn’t know about this young neighbor. Especially, he doesn’t know about her age.

“Oh, Tom? Would you tell Y/N that I’m leaving to run an errand? Tell her to clean up the kitchen later too. I really need to go.”

“It’s no problem, Maria.”

You’ve been in his kitchen for such a long time when Tom came back to the living room. A shattered sound he could heard from the living room and a grunt coming out from your mouth. Tom hurried off towards his Kitchen but forced himself to stop once he sees you bend down on your knees against the tiled floor.

Your ass is on display to him…

No panties.

It was indeed an accident—you accidentally elbowed the bottle of milk which caused it to fall down to the floor. The bottle shattered, some of the milk had splattered to your legs before you got down on your knees trying to wipe them clean using the towel from the stove. You turned your head to your shoulder to find Tom frozen, watching the whole thing.

“I’m so sorry, mister Cruise! It was an accident, I-” You couldn’t finish your sentence before Tom has got you back on your feet as he tugs at your arm. You shrieked when he pushed you against the counter bending your over a little bit.

“What about that stunt you pulled 2 days ago? Was that an accident too?” Tom hissed in your ear, you whimpered but you smirked. Grinding your ass against his front, Tom grunted looking down watching you rubbing your ass like a dog.

Release the girl, Tom.

She’s just a kid, but such a slut—she needs to be punished for what she has done.

She needs to be punished right? What did she do? She spilled your bottle of milk that you could easily get another 5 bottles if you want to. Let her go.

Tom chose to ignore his conscience. His arm circled to wrap around your front, before pulling it down towards your heat. His fingertips grazed against your pussy folds before playing with your clit, his middle finger rubs up and down separating your pussy folds before he went down to tease your hole, soaking his finger.

“You want this, right?” It was a rhetorical question before he shoved one finger inside your cunt, earning a loud gasp. Tom placed his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent through your soft hair. You smell so sweet, and a little hint of apple.

“I know you’ve always wanted this, Kitten.” He thrusts his finger in and out of your cunt, he enjoys listening to your little moans and grunts before he adds another finger.

He curls them inside you resulting a loud moan from you, “Mmhh… Yes, sir.” He takes it that you seemed to enjoy it more like that so he kept doing it. His cock grew hard by each seconds through your moans before he decides to undo his pants using one hand. He groaned in relief once his pants are on the floor, his cock slapping against his abdomen before he spits on his hand and give himself a couple of pumps.

He took out his fingers from your cunt, pushing you more to bend over the counter, placing his hands on your hips before he guides his cock towards your glistening entrance.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy until I cum good.” Tom hissed in your ear before he wraps his hands around your throat and shoved his cock into your cunt. You gasped a choked moan out from your lips, finally living out your dream, feeling his thick cock inside your warm cunt.

A satisfied smile splattered on your face, your eyes rolled back as you listen to him grunt in your ears. He’s not going slow on you, he roughly drills his cock in your pussy sending you to oblivion, literally.

“Tom! I’m just dropping the keys for Y/N.” You shrieked and your eyes widened when you hear your aunt’s heels clicking against the floor in the living room. Tom’s hand went to clasp your mouth, his hips never stop thrusting upwards, almost made you stand on your tippy toes.

“Okay! I’ll let her know.” Tom hollered, pushing himself off from your back to grab your hips. When he aimed his hips at a certain angle, he found the G-spot resulting a muffled shrieked from you.

“Tom, is everything okay?” Tom clasped your mouth, hard.

“Yes, Maria! Everything is fine-” Tom couldn’t finish his sentence when he felt your pussy clenched on his cock.

“Okay, I’m leaving now!”

Tom grunted in relief before he proceed his action, bringing himself to his own release. “Listen up you slut! I’m gonna cum in this pussy, hard and she’s going to swallow everything. Not even a drop. You hear me?” Tom hissed.

“Y-yes.. Sir!” You whimpered.

“Mmh.. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum kitten.. Fuck!” He pressed his hips feeling himself releasing his load to your cunt, giving himself another thrust—his thighs vibrated from the sensation.

“Argh! Fuckkk…” Tom panted, soon he slowly pull out his softening cock. His hand went to cover your pussy by instinct, thinking his cum could be dropping out of it.

Your body feels weak but you pushed yourself off from the counter either way, turning your body to him. A sly smirk on your face before you grab a cookie from the plate. Tom watches as you took a bite from the cookie, your thumb went up to graze the corner of your lips before you chew.

“Have I lived out your fantasy too, Sir?”

[new-berry]

A WIP cull. It really is a couple of fics jammed together and yeah I’ve tried numerous times and after this is just lines of suggestions.

Actually even the warnings are NSFW

@thatbrightblueshine I’ve given the old college try but this is really all the kinky NSFW Cole/Kevin/Ruben/John feminisation kink I mentioned a million years ago.

……

“Hey precious,” the message on his phone sends a cold pulse down his spine. No name, but it’s not like he wouldn’t recognise his voice. The softness that hid steel. It sends a signal to his brain, cold then hot.

“Come see me after the game.l?” Always a request. After all they are a meeting of equals now.

It’s instinctive, ready to type out yes until his hand stills. Conditioned always to sit up and beg for his attention, roll over and show his gratitude for being noticed. When Kevin looked into him, Cole got to look back.

Before this second if he was asked he would have said he would turn up the instant Kevin called him. Only asked for directions not a reason. Not an explanation. Kevin is the reason he’d kept this number even after moving. Maybe a little bit John and a little Ruben, falling into their beds after that night.

Always more he and Kevin went back to each other, he went back again and again. After every game he watched, every training session he was the extra body for.

The only time he didn’t call Kevin first was when West Ham put in the offer. He didn’t didn’t tell him when the trade was close, he didn’t know how to tell Kevin that suddenly it was Chelsea instead. There had been a part of him that thought maybe he should ask his opinion. Football in Europe or a team that seemed to always be rebuilding.

He didn’t. He didn’t know if Kevin could be reasonable about Chelsea. He didn’t want anyone else to make the choice. He forced the move, he forced the trade, he wanted the final decision to be his. He wanted Kevin to ask him to stay.

Sitting there in a room with his agent and his dad it struck him that of all the choices he could make he never considered staying.

Not that Kevin would force him. He’d never forced anything. But Cole didn’t want the thought of his constant warm presence being an excuse to stay. There were moments, Cole knew that he just wanted to please him, to go in and let him make the final call with decisions. A child constantly seeking his approval.

Kevin gave his blessing anyway. He’d been the first person to tell Cole that Chelsea could be his team, that he could wrap it around himself. Cole looked out the plane window, Manchester somewhere below, and wondered if he was only achieving to prove Kevin right, to make him proud again.

For years Kevin had kept his hands to himself. He might brush Cole’s hair aside, or drop a hand on his shoulder. But he waited Cole out, knew about his crush and, just sat with it. He never threw it in Cole’s face. Gently directed him away from a confession.

He’d welcomed Cole into his little circle, him and John, and then him and John and Ruben. At first just being there. Never anything more than that. Cole stared at them, barely hiding his longing, the two, the three wandering out of shared bedrooms sitting too close, next to each other on planes and couches. And Cole just sitting there, watching with his tongue hanging out.

It was a stupid party. The kids getting hazed. They could have made them do karaoke, paid for dinner at a restaurant but at Halloween it was the older players picking the costumes for the kids to wear. Its was fine, a joke they were all in on. He still thought catholic schoolgirl was better than the mermaid costume. It was more Britney Spears than anything else.

His white shirt was tied up in a knot over his stomach but at least it’s not some weird bra with shells for cups. That looked painful. Like it’s going to dig into Phil’s skin and leave marks.

But at least the tail goes all the way down. The pink and grey skirt he has one barely covered his ass, riding right up when he walked.

The girls at school used to roll up their waistbands up, he remembers standing next to a girlfriend, his arm wrapped around her waist, the scratchy fabric bunched over her hips. If he did that he would have been flashing the whole room. It’s enough to be like this. Feeling held in place by three sets of eyes.

John gave a low whistle at how much of his legs are showing, Ruben pulled him into a hug and slid a hand over his ass and the top of his thigh before Cole could react; “didn’t shave though huh?” He murmured in Cole’s ear.

“No I’m not shaving my legs, itches when it grows back.” Cole tries to sound indignant, burning hot where they are pressed side to side, his stomach cold in the room, he knows his voice sounds breathless and soft.

Ruben smirked low, “laser it off then, keep you nice and smooth.” Cole instinctively looked around for Kevin “and how do you know that it itches? Besides,” Ruben pulls him closer for a moment, “we can rub lotion on you.” He let him go before Cole could react, or push him back, or tell him off.

Distracted by Kyle’s wolf whistle, by Ederson and Bernardo having bet if Julian or Phil looked better. John yelling that it’s Cole. Everyone turned to him. Kyle and John badly singing ‘baby one more time.’ He can still feel Ruben.

“I should get part of the praise,” Kevin is just out of Cole’s eyeline, “I picked that one.” They were supposed to be waitresses. It lasted maybe a drink. Most of the costumes are stripped off by now, everyone in hoodies and getting their own drinks.

The girlfriends started drifting in. The shrieks of laughter when they were first seen. It’s just Cole left dressed up, but only dressed up for them now. The rise and fall of the voices on the other side of the door.

The noise fades away. Kevin’s presence has always done that. The din of the world dropping out of focus, losing its importance.

It’s that, Kevin’s voice like a rumble, Ruben and John teasing he didn’t even polish his nails, Kevin’s voice getting him all twisted, posed awkward but hopeful here, the centre of everyone’s attention.

Cole reaches to the side to smooth his skirt down and Kevin grabs his hands at the wrists to tug them away. “Don’t mess with your clothes sweetheart.” He says. His accent is more pronounced than Cole is used to. Cole leans in slightly when Kevin’s breath runs over his face, it didn’t smell like he’s been drinking.

Kevin runs his hand over the front of Cole’s thigh. Ruben insisted on the tights. Even if Cole didn’t shave his legs, even if he’s going to shred them getting them off, Ruben’s sure thick fingers dragging up the soft synthetic fabric on his legs, then his ass, the smooth manicured half moons of his nails.

Cole bites his nails sometimes when he is nervous and Ruben will slap his hand away.

John’s taken the drinks tray off him, Kevin’s eyes are holding him in place, Ruben leaning against the door. The shirt is tied under his pecs. Where his tits would be if he had tits. His stomach still feels cold. Cole bets they can see his chest moving too fast with his breathing.

He turns to John breathless “aren’t I supposed to give you the drinks?” Kevin’s shifted up behind him, hand flat on his stomach, chest almost touching Cole’s back. “If you didn’t do your nails you picked a good colour with your lips,” Cole’s cheeks flame and his tummy feels burning hot inside and out from Kevin’s words and his hand.

Becca and Maria had thought it was hilarious. They gleefully surrounded them. Julian had only really submitted to mascara, the girls complaining his long eyelashes were already unfair.

Cole had been too much of a wimp to fight them off, Phil’s words. Cole thinks he got everything plastered on him. Becca kept trying to put little jewels on Phil’s face, telling him they matched his tail. Making more and more outrageous promises to make Maria and Julian blush.

Cole felt a sick twinge of longing in his stomach as she whispers something, dirty and intimate in his ear that made Phil laugh but his eyes focus on her with intent. How she glued the little bluegreen gems on his cheek that matched the ridiculous mermaid costume.

“I’ll make you keep that bargain,” Phil told her. And their kiss had been soft and sweet.

Cole waved off the rest of the pointy sticks they waved in his face, almost claustrophobic in a desperate cloud of jealousy next to the couples, the make up sitting like a sticky mask over his expression.

Kevin turns him to the couch. Pulling him back so he’s sitting perched on his lap, looking at Ruben and the door. Toes just touching the ground. He’s in tennis shoes, the girls at school used to wear them with their tights. It was either that or bright white trainers, for a moment standing at his closet, fussing like a girl getting ready for a date.

His toes are tapping on the floor. Kevin puts his hand back on his stomach, thumb pressing in gentle reassuring circles.

The drinks he brought in are abandoned somewhere. At that thought there is a clink. Cole’s eyes flip up to John. Not all the drinks are abandoned.

Kevin’s fingers press in a little tighter, his thumb slightly under Cole’s tied up shirt.

Cole shivers, his knee jerking up and down again, toes scuffing in the carpet. Kevin’s soft mild voice soothing the uptick in his heart.

“Don’t panic honey, it’s only me.” Cole kind of feels like he’s conditioned to calm down when he hears Kevin’s voice, but his body still feels hot. “We’re just in here because it’s quieter.” Cole has to lean back slightly to hear him.

It puts him in just the right position to feel Kevin’s breath across his hair. Kevin doesn’t normally lie to him, but Cole is hopefully desperately sure that is a lie.

Cole’s breath feels like it’s catching high up in his throat. Like he wants to giggle or something. Ruben smiles, his normal wide smile showing off his teeth and the crinkles in the corner of his eyes.

John offers the bottle to a Cole who shakes his head, Cole shuffles back m slightly more against Kevin. There is the quick glance of the scruff of his beard across the back of Cole’s neck.

“I’m not having anything either sweetheart.” Kevin calls him something else after, a word Cole doesn’t know, murmured through the rasp of his beard on the back of Cole’s neck.

The hair on Ruben’s face looks softer. Held between their smiles Cole can feel a eager thread of desire worm its way up his breastbone.

Ruben’s still waiting by the door. He rests his hand to the lock and raises one eyebrow “privacy?”

Cole’s trying to decide his answer when Kevin nudges his legs apart draped over his knees, Cole can feel a little stretch in his inner thighs, knows if his teeny little plaid skirt gets pulled up any higher they will see his cock getting hard pushing against his black briefs.

Kevin runs his hands over Cole’s thighs, lightly just over the tights, and it feels more sensitive than usual for some reason.

It’s making Cole shiver and his dick gets harder, Kevin runs his hands inside Cole’s thighs. The hint it could get to his cock. Cole wants to ask him why tonight, but he doesn’t want him to stop, his soft touch back dragging the skirt higher up his legs.

“Cole?” His eyes meet Ruben’s who nods to the door. “Yeah” Cole breathes out. It’s his imagination he could hear the lock clock from here. It would make him just out he feels almost pinned on Kevin’s knees, fluttery and breathless under their eyes.

“You gonna be a sweet little girl?” Cole opens his mouth to answer when Kevin interrupts “of corse she will.”

Cole feels his stomach twist as they speak over him. They had picked the outfits, they picked this get up he’s in. John smiles and reaches his hand out, his fingers are cold from the beer bottle and it’s the chill of his fingers as much as what he does.

Cole swallows around the breath frozen in his mouth. John holds his chest through his shirt gently. His hand curved like Cole actually has tits and not just pecs, and Cole’s feels his arousal burn brighter. “You are gonna be good for us aren’t you?”

Kevin answers for Cole again who’s panting open mouthed staring at John. Turned on instantly how it’s gone from Kevin politely ignoring his crush to being cradled on his lap. “Of course he will. Isn’t that right Cole? You’ll be nothing but the sweetest girl.”

Cole’s never had someone run their fingers over his chest and his nipples like this before. He starts squirming on Kevin’s lap, toes pushing hard into the top of his shoes.

“Your little tittes are sensitive huh?” John puts his big hand into Cole’s shirt and rubs his thumb over his nipple and the skin around it, his hand still cupped like he’s holding some girl's breast.

“You look so cute grinding around,” John goes on. He pinches Coke’s nipple with his fingers, no nails, just a little nip between his finger and thumb and Cole gasps and wriggles back again. Kevin’s hand on his skirt pulling it up.

He can feel Kevi!’s cock, maybe not all the way hard but definitely not soft against his ass.

“You look so pretty love,” John voice gets deeper and he squeezes Cole’s chest. Cole looks up with him, he can feel his jaw dropped down and his eyes staring wide open as well.

“Would look just as pretty wriggling around on someone’s cock.” Cole blinks at him dazed, the sticky mascara makes his eyelids feel heavy. Or maybe Kevin’s hands still rubbing over his thighs and his cock getting hard against his briefs and the tights holding it down more than normal.

Ruben is still leaning against the door, he has a half smile on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Kevin slides his hand under Cole’s skirt, it lights up his nerve endings and Cole grinds back without meaning to, thighs squeezing in and Kevin laughs in his ear and that makes him squirm as much again; “you gonna get nice and wet for me baby? Squeeze your thighs around my waist huh?”

“Can’t.. can’t get wet.” Cole gasps out. “I can get you nice and wet.” Kevin says back. Cole laughs high pitched and disbelieving as Kevin’s hand slides across the inside of his thigh thumb brushing the seam of his briefs.

The tights make everything feel more sensitive, little static shocks over his skin.

“I’m not gonna get wet.” Cole insists and Kevin’s hands start questing under his skirt, Cole looks down to his thick wrist twisting, his whole hand under the skirt groping across his cock and his legs.

John steps closer and Kevin spreads his legs again, his thighs are thicker and make Cole feel almost petite like who a girl would feel on his lap. It pulls on his inner thighs but also feels like it’s stretching the crack of his ass holding him open, like he has got an hole that can get wet for them.

Cole can’t see Ruben now, John filling his view, he scrapes his nails gently over the skin and Cole wriggles without meaning to panting and squirming.

“You’re not used to having you tits played with love?” John’s voice is kind. “You used to kissing?

“Yes,” Cole wants it to sound like he’s scoffing but Kevin runs the heel of his palm slowly over his cock once and he gasps and it comes out uncertain and high pitched.

“Never had a girl squirm so much having her tits touched,” John sounds satisfied and Cole can’t quite keep his eyes open, leaning his head back against Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin keeps one hand on the inside of his leg and sweeps rhe over over Cole’s forehead pushing his hair back and his head back on Kevin’s shoulder.

Cole’s back bows a bit and John makes an admiring sound, “I think you want my mouth on your sweet little nips don’t you darling?”

John puts his hand on the back of the couch and it’s feeling hot and humid, almost trapped between the two of them. John undoes the tied front of his shirt and pushes it to the side. He runs his tongue over Cole’s nipple and all he can think is Jesus fuck Jesus. Girls have never done that to him before and it feels so good.

Kevin still has his head pulled back and he rubs the prickly scruff of his beard over Cole’s neck.

John’s big hand is holding his chest thumb under the nipple he sucks into his mouth. His other hand digs under Cole’s skirt, squeezing his dick.

“Your clit is all fat and ready to come love,” he tells Cole and moves to his other nippple. He sucks it gently and scrapes his teeth over it. There’s no pressure, it doesn’t hurt but Cole jerks pulling against the hands on him and tries to close his legs.

Kevin makes a tut-tut noise and takes his head off Cole’s hair back under his skirt on his legs.

“Don’t get all shy sweetheart, we only want to make our precious girl feel good.”

Cole shakes his head “not a girl.”

“You are ours though.” John laughs at the gotcha and sucks an almost love bite into Cole’s chest.

“You’re ruining your makeup darling,” Cole startles at the words. Ruben sits down next to him and Kevin.

“What? An I?” Cole squeaks when Kevin grabs his cock.

“Darling are they being too rough?” Rubens voice is kind.

“I’m being nice,” John’s voice curves around the protest of his innocence as much as his hand curves around Cole’s pecs. “Love you tell him I’m being nice.” Cole looks up dazed, licking his lips from John to Ruben. His chest feels wet, exposed with his shirt hanging open.

Kevins hand scrapes over the front of his cock fingers peeking through the top of his skirt. The waistband of his tights showing. Kevin’s hand fondled back over his cock almost to his balls.

“Cole?” Ruben prompts “Is he being nice?”

“Yes?” Cole says back.

“Sweetheart you don’t sound sure,” Ruben’s voice is gentle and he turns to the side so he faces Cole. “They haven’t even given you a kiss, of course they aren’t being nice.”

Kevin shifts slightly and Ruben leans in and kisses Cole. He’s gentle and doesn’t use his tongue or push in.

When he pulls back Cole blurts out “your beard is different to Kevin’s.” He cringes back when he says it and all three laugh. “Already comparing kisses darling?” Ruben says “when did you kiss Kevin?”

“She hasn’t kissed me,” Kevin sounds mournful, playacting, and he moves his hands up to grind Cole down on his dick holding him at the hips. Cola groans and grabs him, hands resting over Kevin’s.

“Or me,” Cole looks up and John leans down, he darts his tongue out as soon as their lips touch. “Open up love,” he says, their tongues wet and sliding together, a show for Ruben and Kevin.

“Now I really want a kiss,” Kevin murmurs in his ear,” even more than I want to feel your sweet little pussy on me without these clothes.”

He’s never been that confident really. Always let girls talk to him first, easier if he knew they were already interested. But this is different. The girls would stand under him, look up and let him work it out.

But this, when it’s all being taken, all practised and they all know how to kiss him and touch. It’s overwhelming, but even more it’s the twists in knowing he wants to be overwhelmed. He’s clumsily, trying to shove back into Kevin panting wet into John’s mouth. “Just hold still love,” John tells him. “Let us take care of you.”

Cole’s heard him talk like that before, picking someone up, if he could force his eyes open he’s pretty sure he knows the smile John will be using. He forces his eyes open. Wants that look directed at him.

He doesn’t keep his eyes open long, gaze dragged almost unwittingly to John’s mouth. “Gonna take such good care of you.”

“Don’t worry honey.” Kevin’s touching him more, under his clothes, and abruptly John yanks him up and around, shoves him back down facing Kevin this time, and it’s almost a relief, even knowing they can see him that he’s not watching them watch him.

Kevin fondles his ass and then yanks him down more roughly, their cocks lined up and Cole whimpers and hides his face screwed into Kevin’s neck. His hands are between them twisted into Kevin’s shirt like he’s actually a shy girl.

John pulls the skirt skirt up and says “you should be in sexier knickers.” He yanks them and his tights down, so they are under his ass digging into the skin on the top of his thighs.

“We can get you some,” Ruben’s voice cuts in. “Something red and lacey.”

“Pink, matching stockings.” Kevin’s voice is still rough and Cole shakes a bit the air feels cold but it’s like he can feel them looking at his ass, the skirt drops down and John yanks it back up and tucks it into the waist band. He’s so turned on it’s like his face is on fire.

John rubs his fingers over the seam of Cole’s ass. Ruben murmurs to Kevin and there’s a soft wet noise and there is another finger smearing something cold and slick over him. John’s finger runs over him again and this time his finger is slick when it rubs over his hole and it’s like he is wet and ready for them

Kevin’s hands go back into his ass holding him slightly open and there is a big hand between them finding his tits. Ruben edges closer, licking the side of his neck and nibbling his ear. “Aren’t you going to give Kevin a little kiss?” Cole presses his mouth to the shirt under him and Kevin gently encourages him.

He shakes the lube on John's finger makes it easier each time to slip over his hole, held open by Kevin and John’s fingertip is inside him now. Cole wants it so much he moans loudly trying to push back into John as much as he’s trying to grind into Kevin but feels like he’s melting.

“Our sweet little girl maybe isn’t so innocent.” Ruben sounds soothing. “So loud, maybe you need something to keep you quiet huh? Keep you occupied.”

Cole shivers and hides his face against Kevin’s neck. John slides his fingertip in and out and tells Cole how wet he is. Cole can hear the slippery tacky noise and shivers. “Oh baby don’t like that idea? Your lipstick is getting all messy anyway.” Cole looks up, his head swinging and Ruben points at Kevin’s shirt. There is a smear of the pink lipstick that Becca and Maria had said was perfect on him over the front of Kevin’s shoulder and his neck. Cole licks his lips and they still feel a bit gluey but not as bad as before.

“I’m sure she wants to,” Kevin says “honey you want something in your mouth? Not too scary huh?” Kevin drags his fingers up Cole’s back and like this he can shift further back into John’s finger and it’s all too overwhelming and he whimpers again.

Kevin turns to talk to Ruben, he’s stuck his fingers up against Cole’s mouth, insistently pushing at his lips. He runs them slightly over his tongue and says to John “how much finger you got in her little pussy?”

“Onto the knuckle.” John says back and Cole’s mouth closes down over Ruben’s fingers. He knows that he should shove them away tell them he’s not a girl but being surrounded by them , talking over and around him like he is just something they are having fun with turns him in a way he can’t quite understand.

“Well take care of you sweetheart,” Kevin says. Cole wonders if it is that he can read his mind like in a game but when he sort of comes to he’s whining and drooling a little bit, groaning his hips right into Kevin’s dick.

“So fucking tight on my finger,” John says. “Gonna feel so good on my dick.” Cole sucks in a breath his lips clamping around the finger tips that Ruben has in his mouth.

“So good at sucking here,” Ruben pushes his fingers “Johnny I’m going to see if she can take a little more.” They move in tandem both of them sliding their fingers it in the second knuckle at the same time. John’s reached around, looking over the three of them, his hand slips over Cole’s cock and he arches his back again to give more room. John runs little circles over the head of it like it’s a girls clit and he sobs the loudest sound yet drooling on Ruben’s hand as come dribbles out of his cock onto John’s circling fingers.

“Gotta feel your sweet lips around my cock,” Ruben groans out. Kevin puts his hands on Cole's face his big hands over his jaw and cheeks.

He’s careful not to knock Ruben’s fingers out of Cole’s mouth.

“Your lipstick is gone and your mascara is smeared,” Cole’s nods dumbly, he’s not sure what else the girls put on him, they seemed so little compared to him he had wanted to push them away too firmly.

He blinks blurry eyed at Kevin his face wavering in front of his eyes. “Gonna get you messier,” Kevin Announces with some finality.

John slips his finger out and it’s only the fingers in his mouth that stop him begging for it back. He babbles around Ruben’s fingers and more spit drools out of his mouth.

Kevin’s nudges Ruben away. He gives Cole a deep kiss and Cole can distantly hear clothes rusting and feel Ruben shifting next to them.

“Open your mouth,” Kevin murmurs against Cole’s lips and he opens it without question, Kevin sweeps his tongue in.

Kevin manipulates him over and, oh god, his bare ass is still on Kevin’s lap, hole wet and open feeling, his head down on the couch until Ruben gently picks him up under his chin. His hand is around the base of his cock holding it out and he pulls Cole’s head down. He’s gentle, running his hands through Cole’s hair.

“Take your time darling.” Ruben says. He rubs the top of his dick over Cole’s lips but not between them.

Ruben’s cock is smooth and dry under his mouth. “You want me to tell you want to do honey?” Kevin’s voice cuts through Cole’s he nods not sure where to start. And Ruben hummms and settles into the couch. “There is no rush darling,” he says his voice seems a bit distant, and when Cole looks up Ruben has taken a kiss from Kevin as well.

Kevin runs the palm of his hand over Cole’s ass, fingers grazing along the crack and Coke jerks on his lap. “Too much sweetness?” Kevin keeps his hand still “just stick your tongue out, let Ruben know how good he tastes.”

Cole opens his mouth when Kevin tells him to, he doesn’t even pause stick his tongue up and licks the side of Ruben’s cock. Just because Kevin asked him to, the thought vibrates around in his head and instead of examining it he licks Ruben’s cock again.

Cole’s been given plenty of blow jobs. But he’s never given one. He doubts this is enough for Ruben, not wet enough and amateur. But Ruben just strokes his hair softly and says “that’s good darling, you need Kevin to help you some more?”

And oh, Cole’s stomach twists and he wriggles in Kevin’s lap. Kevin must take that as a yes because he says, “open your mouth sweetheart, suck around the head of his cock. You can do that for me can’t you?”

Cole licks his lips. He moves his tongue in his mouth so it feels wet all inside and presses so soft damp kisses to the top of Ruben’s cock. “Come on baby,” Kevin tells him reassuringly. “You can open your mouth.”

John’s hands are on the top of his legs gently pulling the tights further down. He takes his shoes off and tickles the sole of Cole’s foot. It makes him twist again and Ruben tells John off, breathing hard and talking about teeth. He gets laughed at.

Kevin is keeping his hands gentle, absently groping across his ass, sliding his hands under the waistband of the skirt like he’s reminding Cole he’s still wearing it. Still has it and the white opened shirt covering him except, he shivers, they aren’t covering anything. Pulled up and leaving him exposed, exactly how they want it.

Cole can feel Kevin’s cock though. Pressing into his side even through his jeans and the skirt.

Kevin shifts under his hips and oh, he’s undoing his pants, legs shifting one at a time where he’s kicking his shoes off. Cole slowly closes his mouth around Ruben’s cock. It’s not like a monster sized porn dick, same as him probably, but in his mouth it feels bigger, like it’s taking up space that he needs for his tongue and his teeth.

But it’s space he wants to give to Ruben instead.

“Sweet girl. Doing so good. Tell me it’s your first time darling.” Cole flips his eyes up and Ruben is running his tongue over his bottom lip. Cole just nods bobbing his head on Ruben’s cock without meaning to. And Ruben groans and says “just like that darling, so good for your first time.”

Cole uses his hand to wank off the part of Ruben’s cock he doesnt have in his mouth. He can’t quite get the timing and it’s like a puzzle to solve, working out how much he can get his mouth without gagging.

But if he pushes it a bit his mouth floods with saliva and that makes the slide of his lips and his hand easier.

He thinks it’s John who’s put a finger in him again until Kevin says “god she’s still so tight,” and Cole moans. He’s never had anyone put a finger in him before tonight and now it’s two of them.

Ruben says “going to move you a bit faster okay” Cole looks up, Ruben’s sliding in and out of focus. Cole nods, sucking harder on Ruben’s dick. Ruben holds Cole’s hair pushing him down and pulling him up Kevin slides his finger deeper in, almost feeling the base of his hand. Cole feels like there’s plenty of room in him, it makes his toes curl that he could fit Kevin’s cock in him, like it’s only his hole he needs to open for them.

But then Kevin has two fingers in him, and he can feel that inside him, stretching him.

John’s running a hand up the back of his thighs, the skin on his palms has rough patches.

It’s easy to relax into it, melt across their laps like water, letting them work out the rhythm and listen to them tell him over and over how pretty he looks with his mouth and his ass open.

Kevin’s pressed his second finger in slowly and gently and John says admiring “your glistening wet love, Kevin’s gonna going to get you gaping open and ready for my cock.”

Cole chokes around Ruben’s dick, as he’s pushed further down. Ruben tilts his head by his hair and tells him seriously his voice heavy and thick sounding “your pretty little eyes,” Cole wonders if his mascara is running down his face like Harley Quinn his eyes feel teary. “Swallow a little bit sweetheart, squeeze your mouth around Ruben’s cock like you are around my fingers.” Kevin’s voice is warm and encouraging

Cole nods again, because he can, he wants to try for them, at least, and maybe he gags again the first few times, but he swallows hard around it and it isn’t so bad, feels kind of good in his throat, really. Feels fun and like it’s just there and he doesn’t have to think about his hand and mouth moving at the same time.

Ruben’s fingers are tighter in his hair, his moaning a little bit, swear words between the sweethearts, more words that Cole doesn’t recognise, his hips jerking up. Kevin’s slots his third finger in and Cole has to spit out Ruben’s cock becuase Kevins rubbing inside him and it feels like his twisted up and on fire and before he means to or even warns them he’s coming over Kevin’s thigh and he sobs with his head on Ruben’s leg.

“Gushing come love, did Kevin make you squirt?” John sounds so pleased, delighted even. In the beats of silence between his breath he can hear Kevin’s fingers squelch inside him. After coming it all feels softer and more open.

[starwalkertales]

Fic Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me, @veloursdor!!! That is an interesting one! 😘

So, let's see...

How many works do you have on ao3?

9 at the moment, with one idea in a draft folder -- no idea, if and when I will post it.

2. What's your ao3 word count?

oh gosh, I need a calculator... 246.827, holy shit...

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars -- Obikin, definitely my OTP 😍😍😍 When I was younger, I wrote for Harry Potter (years ago!) and Sherlock

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1 Heal with 590 kudos... definitely my most popular work so far. Thank again to everyone reading it and leving kudos/comments. I love you guys. Oh, in this story, Obi-Wan can't leave Anakin behind after their duel in Episode 6 of Kenobi and gets to helping him out of that suit!

2 Missing with 397 kudos in which Anakin got amnesia and flirty heavily with Obi-Wan after Rako Hardeen incident.

3 What you wish for with 334 kudos in which Obi-Wan touches a Sith holocron and develops some (for Anakin, sexy) Sith-qualities 😉

4 There is passion with 306 kudos, some sex-spice makes Obi-Wan hot for Ani...

5 Krayt's son with 253 kudos, in which Anakin is raised a Sith and meets Jedi Obi-Wan

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes, yes, I always do! I love your comments and the chats that sometimes come with them!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

My fics tend to have a happy ending... I want fluff and happy in my imagination. Life is shitty and hard enough some times...

7. What's the fic your write with the happiest ending?

Mh, all have a happy ending actually. But I think Building Dreams was really fluffy!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Just for one fic; There is passion. One person once bitched about it being Obikin, accusing it of being incest.

Luckily, nearly all other replies are very nice. I love you all fic readers and comment-writers! 😍😍😍

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

I do, not in all fics, though. It's Obikin smut. Mostly not too kinky, but I feel I should venture into that field more often...

10. Do you write cross-overs?

No.🤗

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no. I could translate them on my own, though, but English is more common among readers than my mother tongue.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not with Star Wars. I've done that once, years ago with a Harry Potter fic.

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

Obikin 😍😍😍

15. What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Well, my longest WIP (and also oldest) is What you wish for, but I do hope I will finish it eventually!

16. What are your writing strength?

Oh, I don't know... maybe the readers could tell me, what they like the most? For me it's hard to find time to write, so whenever I am in the mood, I can write pretty much in one sitting, but often, it's hard and it takes hours to finish a page.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Write short sentences. I tend to make them too long and too complicated -- my mother tongue is to blame!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oh, difficult question. It makes it hard to follow and I find it not very elegant to have translations in the notes below. I find it cool though, if you have one part of the dialogue in, say, Huttese, and the other part in basic (English). That way, you can guess the meaning. So, yeah, for Huttese or Mando'a, I like that for half a dialogue. I don't like it much, when I have to scroll down all the way to see translation to know what's going on.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter -- many, many years ago

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Mh, I do love Heal, because I find it fascinating to explore Vader and the suit. But I also loved Tempestas -- in which Anakin (19) traveled back in time to meet Padawan Obi-Wan (25), lots of trouble!

21. What fic would you love to rewrite some day?

Thank you @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart for making up this great question and letting me use it, too ❤

Definetely There is Passion. I love the concept, the whole fic was born from the idea "if you ever had sex with a force sensitive, you simply cannot settle for any non sensitive person", which is really problematic for Ani to enjoy his time with Padmé after Obi... It was only my second fic and I got intimidated by criticism of it containing non-con elements. Now, I would be more confident with the whole topic and hope, I will come back to it some time and rewrite it.

Thank you so much for tagging me, I loved that!!!!

So, no idea: everyone who wants to do this and hasn't already, please be free. You are hereby tagged!

Aaaaaaaaand I am tagging people who liked this 😁 @grapenehifics @underacalicosky @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart @mischievouschan4