#after i started. obviously it sucks here if no one sticks around

[holyviolence]

having the most irritating day at work 😊👍

[minisugakoobies]

Hideaway | KHJ

Pairing: Hongjoong x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB) Genre: smut, crack, strangers to lovers, Frat Bro!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: smoking/edibles, stoner!hongjoong agenda, woosan side pairing, oral fixation (as in the author reader is obsessed with joong's mouth), to be fair it's a very filthy mouth, dry humping, biting/marking, tit pinching/sucking, fingering, hongjoong goes downtown & eats it like a vulture, aka cunnilingus, wet & messy, cum eating, a tiny bit of exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism Word Count: 7.1K Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: When your friend keeps dragging you to frat parties, all you want to do is find a place to hide and get high. You definitely don't expect to meet a man with a devilish smile and an even more wicked tongue.

A/N: Hello I'm back with more Ateez! This one's a very self-indulgent fic about getting high with Hongjoong. It all stemmed from discussions with @kiestrokes about what a gorgeous mouth Joong has 🥴 Lokie, I hope you enjoy what you've wrought 😜💕

Unbeta'd as usual. Like this fic? Want me to keep writing Ateez? Please let me know!

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One hour. That’s all San asked of you. Go to a party with him for one hour, because his crush was going to be there, and he needed your support. As his best friend and roommate, how could you say no? 

Two hours into the party, you’re wishing you’d put your foot down. You’re worn out from art studio this week, where it had been your turn to face group critique. Honestly, after that experience, you really don’t want to be around other people for a while. You long to crash on your couch with a stash of junk food and video games and not move until class on Monday. Instead, you’re holding up a wall in a frat house, watching your best friend dance with Wooyoung, the Alpha Tau Zeta brother who’d caught San’s eye. 

You’re happy for San, truly, but a bit surprised at how quickly things escalated from “OMG he’s so cute, do you think he’d dance with me?” to Wooyoung climbing your friend like the mountain he is. San looks completely lovestruck as the other man wraps his arms around his shoulders, and you sigh, resigned to your fate. 

San had promised that you’d leave together, saying he’d treat you to your favorite waffles at your favorite diner after the party, and you’d agreed, but now that means you’re stuck here for god knows how much longer. You could find him and tell him you changed your mind and you’re gonna go. He’d say okay, but he’d say it with that pout of his, and as long as you’ve known San, that pout has owned your weak ass, so there’s really no point. You’ll just wait.

However, hovering like a third wheel isn’t your idea of a good time, so you decide to find somewhere else to hang out. The room is packed with couples grinding, and you weave around them carefully, trying to avoid the beer sloshing about as a girl beside you really puts her back into it. The kitchen is just as cramped as the living room, a beer pong match taking up most of the space, so you keep wandering, until you come to the foyer, where there’s a staircase to the second floor. Wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the loud music, you start to climb. 

It’s much less crowded upstairs. There are a few people scattered along the hallway, talking in small groups, or heading into the bedrooms, all of which have closed doors. You’re a little afraid of what you might walk in on if you open one, so you keep moving, hoping to find a quiet spot to sit and hide. 

Instead, as you round a corner, you come to a dead end. But to your left, there’s a window that’s cracked ajar, night breeze just teasing you with enticing coolness after the rank humidity of the dance floor. You press your palms to the glass, peeking out. It looks like the window opens onto the roof of the back porch. 

Gently, you lift the sash until you can stick your head out. The roof is flat, not sloped. It’s fairly dark, with only the moon above and the string lights crisscrossing the yard providing a pale glow. And, most blessedly, it is devoid of other people.

As quickly as you can, you shimmy out the window.

The backyard is dotted with kiddie pools still full of jello from the last wrestling tournament. In between the pools, the ground is a squishy mess of colorful gelatin and disgusting mud, which means that there are very few partygoers outside right now, besides a handful that you can hear beneath you, hanging out on the porch. But they can’t see you, so you can live with that. 

Settling with your back pressed to the brick wall, you take a deep breath, relaxing. Even though it’s so late in the fall that the weather is already flirting with winter, it’s a nice night to be outside. The air is crisp, but you’re plenty warm in your sweater and jeans, toes tapping idly inside your boots. The moon plays hide and seek behind some passing clouds while you observe contentedly.

“No one’s supposed to be out here.” 

“Fuck!” You jump, so surprised to hear someone address you. The voice came from the shadows of the opposite corner of the roof, where another window mirrors the one you came through. 

There’s a short burst of laughter, and then someone leans into the light. 

Reddish-orange hair hangs over a dark brow, above eyes scrunched nearly closed in glee, further expressed by a full bottom lip twisting upwards in a smirk. As you will your racing heart to ease off, a guy you’ve never seen before carefully steps across the roof. He’s wearing an oversized t-shirt over a long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans. His shirt doesn’t have any letters on it, but he must be a brother here if he’s trying to tell you what to do. 

He’s almost unfairly gorgeous, this stranger who scared you nearly to death, and he’s laughing at you.

You attempt to recover your cool, leaning back against the wall again. “I didn’t see a sign.”

“It’s kind of unsaid.”

“Well, it kind of needs to be said,” you shoot back a little snappily, annoyed that your peace has been shattered. “You’re out here, too, you know.” 

“I live here.” 

“So that’s fine, then?” 

He grins, a wicked thing that has your neck flaming with sudden heat, and slides further out of the darkness, until he’s about an arms-length away. “Ok if I sit here?” 

“I mean, if unspoken rules don’t stop you, what’s me literally saying ‘no’ gonna do?” 

Another quick ratatat of laughter. “You’re funny.” He drops down beside you, tipping his head back to rest against the wall. 

You don’t say anything to his comment, waiting for him to say something else. Like explain why he’s out here or who he is to tell you where you can’t be or anything. A minute passes, then another. You hear the people on the porch heading back into the party and then there’s only the dull thumping of the music inside and the sound of the crickets chirping in the yard. 

You wonder if you should say something to the stranger, maybe explain why you’re out here, but he seems pretty content to sit quietly, and if he’s happy to remain silent, so are you. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to actually kick you off the roof, so you release the tension in your shoulders, inhaling deeply again, and match his pose, staring up at the sky. 

The wind stirs, brushing your cheek with gentle fingers.

“Not into parties?” 

You glance over when he finally speaks. His profile is striking - sharp jawline, straight nose with just the slightest upturn. It makes you wish you had your sketchbook with you. He’d make a lovely model right now, pretty face lit by the soft luminescence of the moon. 

“It’s not that. Just been a long week. I was planning on a quiet night in. But my roommate had other ideas.” 

“And now you’re stuck here, waiting for them?” 

You nod. The stranger hums. 

“Yeah, I can sympathize. Kinda hard to have a quiet night here, like… all the time.” 

It’s your turn to hum. “But… did you not know what you were signing up for when you joined a fraternity?” 

He laughs again. You’re starting to really like the sound. “Do I need to remind you that you’re not supposed to be out here?”

“Do I need to remind you?” 

“Fair.” 

Another comfortable silence. This is your type of stranger - one who respects the sanctity of quiet moments. After a few more minutes, you decide, fuck it, and reach into your crossbody, pulling out your vape pen. You’re not going to get high high while you wait for San, not the way you had planned to do if you were at home melding with the couch, but you can at least take the edge off. 

But before you do, you hold the pen out to the stranger. “Want a hit?” 

He raises an eyebrow, nods.  

Your gaze lingers maybe a few seconds too long as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece, drawing the smoke into his lungs and holding it there for a few seconds. He hands the pen back with an exhaled thanks. 

You take your turn, tipping your face up to momentarily blot out the stars with smoke. The light cherry flavor hangs on your tongue while you hand the pen back over without asking. The stranger takes another lungful.

“So… do you have a name?” 

“Of course I do,” you reply. Dumb questions get dumb answers. “Do you?”

His lips curl into a bright smile. “I do.” 

Another pass. You check your phone, just to make sure San hasn’t sent you any messages. He hasn’t. He’s probably affixed to Wooyoung’s gorgeous face by now.

“Hongjoong,” the stranger says after another inhale. “I’m Hongjoong.” 

“Nice to meet you, Hongjoong. Thanks for not throwing me off your roof.” 

“Thanks for the tokes.” 

He grins at you again, full teeth, and you can’t help but beam back. He really is rather cute - 

“Hongjoong! Are you out here again?”

One of the brothers you’d seen playing pong earlier has his head out the window behind Hongjoong. 

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s up, ‘Hwa?” 

The other man looks past Hongjoong, squinting into the darkness. “Is someone out there with you? You know no one’s suppo-”

“Seonghwa. What do you need?” Hongjoong’s tone shifts, becoming a little authoritative. 

“You better get in here. Mingi’s trying to get everyone to go streaking again.” 

“So?” Your pen is still in Hongjoong’s hand, heading to his lips as he takes another puff. “He’s always trying to do that. No one ever agrees.” 

“So, I guess he thought the best way to convince everyone was by going first. He’s currently doing naked laps around the beer pong table.” Seonghwa frowns. “It’s really throwing off my game.” 

Hongjoong sighs, an exceptionally weary sound. Rising to his feet, he brushes off his jeans. “I better go put a stop to that.” He glances down at you. “If anyone tries to kick you off here, just tell them I said you have my permission.” 

“And I need that?” 

The smirk returns. And then he has the audacity to wink. Before you can catch your breath, he’s climbing back through the window. 

Silence envelops you again. You lift your pen to your lips one more time before tucking it away. 

The minutes tick by.

When the clouds drifting across the stars start to look like tantalizing wisps of cotton candy, seemingly close enough that you could reach out and grab some, your stomach lets out a growl. Maybe you should go grab San away and tell him it’s time to bounce. You’ve done your time. There’s a perfectly golden waffle just waiting for you to drown with syrup at the diner. 

Besides, you can’t wait out here all night for cute boys who may or may not return. As much as you might want to. 

“Again?” 

Two weeks have come and gone since San dragged you to ATZ. And now here he is, knocking on your bedroom door and giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he informs you that Wooyoung’s invited him to another party tonight. 

“Do you really need me to go? I thought you guys were hitting it off.” The two of them had been exchanging texts like crazy, and had gone on a date last weekend. You hadn’t seen your best friend this giddy in ages. 

“We are. He’s amazing,” San sighs, a faraway look in his eyes. “But I need you there so I have a reason to leave. I don’t want him to think I’m easy.” 

You try, you really, really do, but you can’t stop the laughter that bursts out of you. San has proudly called himself a slut on more than one occasion. In the three years you’ve been besties, you’ve never known him to deny himself some dick. 

“Stop laughing!” San puffs his bottom lip. “I’m serious. I really like him, and I want to take it slow.”

“That’s so sweet,” you coo, pinching his cheeks. He ducks his head with a tiny “aish,” but you know he’s not mad. “But why can’t you just make up a reason not to stay?”

The pout returns. “Because he’s hot and I’m weak. Please, help me out?” 

Sighing, you cross your arms. He’s not the only one without a backbone. “Maybe. What’s in it for me?” 

“I knew you’d ask that.” With a grin, he holds out a small ziploc baggie. “Here.” He tosses it your way. 

It’s a brownie. You grin. “Oh honey, you baked!” 

San returns your smile. “The batch came out a bit stronger than usual, so that’s why it’s just a little square. Half of that is probably enough for you. But if you go with me tonight, I’ll let you have the rest of the pan.” 

And just like that, you find yourself at another party packed full of people. This time, the beer pong table has been replaced with a giant ice luge, with coeds lining up to take their turns slurping jungle juice off the frozen display. You give the luge a wide berth, not wanting the sticky liquid to splash the boots you’re wearing. All the seats in the living room are occupied, and dancers are taking up all the open space left, so again you head upstairs.

Unlike the last time you were here, the roof does not provide you an escape, thanks to the chilly autumn rain that simply won’t let up tonight. It’s like the universe doesn’t want you pulling a Houdini this time. At least you have your brownie with you. You just need to find somewhere to enjoy it while you wait for San. 

The doors to all the rooms on the second floor are closed, so you keep moving, climbing up to the third floor. No one’s in the hallway up here, and there’s a room with the door wide open, so you peek your head in. 

Rows of books line shelves built into the two of the walls, The third has a fireplace, unlit, with photos of the fraternity brothers hanging above the mantle. There’s a rather nice overstuffed couch and a pair of high-backed chairs facing the fireplace. 

“These frat boys live like kings,” you murmur to yourself, creeping forward to examine the portraits. Your eye is immediately drawn to one in particular, a redheaded man with a bright smile, whose photo bears the title “President.” 

“I’m having the strangest sense of déjà vu,” a voice suddenly declares. 

Whirling, you find the same man watching you from the doorway. Tonight, he’s wearing a white shirt decorated with big red hearts, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and a pair of tight jeans. And that sexy smirk of his. 

You frown, clutching your racing heart. “Do you enjoy sneaking up on people like that?”

“Only when they’re somewhere they shouldn’t be.” Hongjoong taps a sign on the door, which declares in extremely big, bold font: ATZ ONLY - KEEP OUT. “It’s clearly stated that this room is off limits. So what’s your excuse tonight?” Though his words are sharp, the gleam in his eye is playful.

Your lips twitch. “That sign probably would’ve worked better if the door had been closed.” You give him an appraising look. “Shouldn’t you be downstairs making sure your brothers keep their clothes on or whatever?” 

While he huffs in amusement, you wander over to one of the walls of books, running your fingers along their spines. They’re all labeled with a year. Grabbing last year’s, you let it fall open to a random page of photos. Wow, some of the brothers appear to be really allergic to shirts - 

Hongjoong snatches the album from your hands, closing it with a snap. “That’s private,” he informs you, slipping the book back into its slot. “And don’t try to change the subject. No one’s allowed in here but myself and my brothers. So come on.” He jerks his head towards the door. 

“Counteroffer,” you say, producing your brownie from your bag. 

Hongjoong pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “What is that?” 

“A brownie.” 

His eyes narrow a little. “Would you say there’s anything special about that brownie?” 

You nod. Hongjoong glances out into the hallway. Then he closes the door. 

“You’re awfully easy to bribe,” you inform him as the two of you settle on the couch, you in one corner, him taking the spot next to you. Carefully, you pull the brownie apart, handing him half. 

“Don’t tell anyone. Can’t have my reputation getting ruined.” He holds his half up. “Cheers.” 

“Cheers,” you giggle, tapping your half against his before taking a bite. 

Hongjoong devours his brownie in mere seconds. A bit of chocolate clings to his lower lip, his tongue flicking out to capture it, and you force yourself to focus on the remainder of your half, so you’re not just sitting there staring openly at his pretty mouth, as much as you’d like to. 

“So, is this your thing? Going to parties just to hide and get high?” 

“Ha, no. Not normally. But my roommate keeps insisting that I come with him.” 

“And where is your roommate now?”

You snort, licking crumbs from your fingertips. “Probably suctioned to Wooyoung’s face.” 

Hongjoong laughs. “Ah, you’re friends with San? He seems like a great guy, from what Woo’s told us.” 

“Woo talks about him?” You can’t wait to tell San. You can hear his bashful giggles now. 

“Yeah. He won’t shut up about him, actually. It’s nice, but it’s also annoying as fuck.” Hongjoong winces. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be so blunt.” 

“No, it’s fine, I get it. I love San, but I can only take so much puppy love before I get nauseous.” 

“Exactly.” Hongjoong grins. He sinks down further into the couch, legs spreading open as he gets more comfortable. 

The two of you are quiet for a moment, long enough for your brain to start asking questions. Is he planning on staying here with you? You’d kinda figured he’d eat the brownie and then go. Shouldn’t he be down at the party, if he’s the president of the frat? 

“You know, you don’t have to babysit me. I’m not gonna do anything in here but melt into the couch for a little while.” 

Hongjoong shrugs. His left hand plays in the rip above the knee in his jeans. “It’s not that I’m afraid you’re gonna do something. It’s just…” he trails off for a few seconds, lost in thought. “I’m not in a party mood tonight. You might not have been trying to hide, but I was.”  

“Oh. Shit. Do you - would you rather that I leave, so you can be alone?” 

He shakes his head. “Nah, you can stay. If you want to. I don’t mind your company.” 

“Oh,” you say again, in surprise. Something flutters in your chest when he looks at you. “Okay.” 

Hongjoong’s fingers return to the tear in his jeans, picking at the strings. “So… do I get to learn your name tonight?”

Oh, right. You’d never actually introduced yourself on the roof. 

He peers at you, clearly waiting for your answer, and the flutter gets stronger. What is it about his gaze that makes you want to tease him? 

“I don’t know,” you sigh, tilting your head as you look at him. “Have you earned it?” 

His eyebrow quirks slightly. “Didn’t know I had to.” 

You merely shrug, biting back a grin. He focuses on the wall opposite the couch, mulling over your words, while you sit beside him, primly arranging your skirt over your tights-covered thighs. The couch is ridiculously cushy and you’re already starting to relax into it. 

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just go downstairs and find San,” he says after a moment. 

“That’s cheating!”

“Oh, does that upset the rule breaker?” He clutches his chest in mock horror, grinning when you laugh. “Excuse the fuck out of me.” 

“I’m not a rule breaker. I just…” you falter for an explanation.

“Don’t care for parties and prefer pot over people.” 

Hongjoong cracks up at the face you make in response to his too correct reading of you. 

“You’re doing a terrible job of earning my name, just for your information,” you sniff, but when he laughs harder, bumping his shoulder into yours, you cave, giggling. He doesn’t move away when the laughter tapers off.

You make a little small talk. The usual stuff - what’s your major, where are you from, etc. He’s a music production major and apparently spends all his time in the studio, on the opposite side of campus from where your art studio is located. No wonder you’ve never seen him around before. 

Eventually the room falls silent again. If it weren’t for the thumping coming through the floor, you could almost forget there are other people in the house. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, ears straining to make out the music drifting from the first floor. It’s only the drums and bass that you can catch, something pulsating and rhythmic. Hypnotic, lulling you further into relaxation. 

That’s when you feel it. That telltale body buzz that starts in your feet and spreads all over. Your thoughts become a little floaty, each one drifting away before you can really grasp them, and you turn to Hongjoong. 

“I think I found the drugs,” you giggle. 

Hongjoong lets out a single “ha” from deep in his chest, and then he hums. You let your head fall back against the couch and close your eyes.

“Oh shit, there they are,” you hear Hongjoong say, with another laugh, and you start to giggle again, and when you look at him, he’s watching you, and you wonder what it would be like to kiss him right now, with his face so close to yours. His lips look very kissable, meant to be nibbled and sucked. You long to, biting your own lip as you fantasize about his taste.  

Hongjoong sighs. “Damn, I feel good. Thank you. You’re officially my favorite trespasser.”

“Is that a long list?” 

His grin widens. “Longer than you’d think.” His eyelids lower a little as he leans closer. The air feels like it’s heating up around you now. Your skin tingles from your high, and it only increases when Hongjoong’s fingers cup your chin. “Can I kiss you?”

“Why?” is what flies out of your mouth in surprise, even though you’re dying to feel his lips on yours.

“Because I like kissing pretty people when I’m high.” 

Heat pools in your belly, and you shift on the couch, reaching for him. As your fingers twist in his shirt, your mouths connect. It’s a slow, wet kiss, tongues warm against each other, rolling over and around. Messy, but neither of you care, both lost in the sensation. 

When his arms wrap around your back, you slip into his lap, straddling his thighs. His head tilts up to greedily chase your mouth, and you tug his bottom lip with your teeth, shivering at the way he groans. His fingers dig into your shoulder blades as he pulls you down on top of him, so there’s no distance between you, just clothing and heat between you.  

Hongjoong nudges your face with his, getting you to turn your head so he can nibble on your earlobe. His hands fondle your ass beneath your skirt, grabbing and pinching the ample flesh through your tights, while his mouth ripples down your cheek and neck, covering your skin in soft kisses, before finding your lips again. 

It’s been too long since you’ve made out with someone like this. The last few people you kissed with all treated it like an annoying chore, something perfunctory that had to be performed in order to get what they really wanted. Hongjoong holds you like you’re something to be slowly explored, something to be savored, not just used. 

“Feeling good?” He leans back for a second, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he peers at you. His face is flushed, lips darkened from your nipping, and the rather fucked out sight of him has you clutching at his shoulders, desperately pulling his mouth back onto yours.

“So good,” you moan when you come up for air, rolling your hips. He feels so amazing underneath you, hard cock bulging obscenely in his jeans, that you can’t help yourself, humping away mindlessly while you kiss, whining slightly when you can’t quite find the right angle to ease the aching in your clit. 

Hongjoong laughs into your mouth, fingers sliding up to grab your hips. “Slow it down, baby,” he whispers, pressing more kisses along your jawline. With his strong grip, he takes control, guiding you back and forth, slower, but more forcefully, his own hips moving to grind himself up into you. “‘M not going anywhere. Take your time.” 

Your whole body shudders at his words. With another pitiful whimper, you snake your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair as your mouth dives for his again. 

Take your time. If he insists. With his encouragement, you lose yourself in the languorous pace he’s set, soaking panties rubbing on the rough denim below, friction building, a wave that never crests, just rolls on and on. You know you could do this for hours, make out and dry hump like this, without coming. It takes you much longer to come when you’re stoned, but the orgasms are so intense that it’s always worth it. 

Your fingers brush over his neck and he shudders beneath you. Intrigued, you lower your mouth to his collarbones, picking a spot exposed by his open shirt, and gently bite down. He groans brokenly, hips jerking upwards, and you lick at the same spot a few times, lazy, slow strokes, before sucking, painting his skin with a love mark. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, bucking again, with renewed urgency. Giggling, you sign your work with a light nuzzle before he grabs your chin, frantically bringing your face to his for more kisses, wet and filthy and so sensual that you feel like you’re nearly going feral with desire. 

“Hongjoong,” you whine, needing more of him, greedy hands lacing into his hair. Your sense of touch is so heightened right now that the strands feel like silk wrapping around your fingertips. 

As you moan again, Hongjoong’s hand travels to your neck, fingers playing there, curling and uncurling. “When you say my name like that, you know what it makes me wanna do?” 

“Wha-what?” Your thighs are starting to get damp, covered in slickness from the sound of his husky voice. You grind down harder, gasping in pleasure when he meets your movements with a powerful thrust of his own.

“Sit you on my cock and fuck you stupid.” He bites his lip, looking down at your chest as it jiggles under your sweater. “Let you ride it. Could you do that for me? Ride it real good?”

“Fuck yes!” There’s no hesitation in your answer. It’s all you want right now, to feel him all over you and inside you. Yes, of course you’d be so good for him, because you know he’d be good to you. Even though you’ve only really just met him, you feel it in your soul. 

“I bet you would. Ride it like a fuckin’ champ. Make it bouncy.” His right hand squeezes your ass, making you squeal into his kiss. 

A dreamlike haze hangs over everything now. You stare open-mouthed while his left hand fondles your breast over your sweater. Then he tugs your top up and your bra down, far enough for the cool air to kiss your exposed skin. His deft fingers pinch your nipple sharply for a few painfully pleasurable seconds before his hot tongue replaces them, and your drug-and-lust-addled brain wonders dumbly for a moment who let out such a shameless mewl before you recognize that it was you.  

Time stretches in that surreal way that it does when you’re high, making every minute feel like an eternity. Hongjoong laves his tongue over your other nipple, sucking the pert bud into his mouth, and you keen, head lolling back while pleasure ripples through you. His tongue is magic. You bet he gives good head. You hope you find out. 

Unfortunately, though, while you’re wondering what his mouth would feel like on your cunt, time has not actually stopped, and there is still a party going on. Which you are rudely reminded of when it suddenly spills over into the room, popping the little bubble that you and Hongjoong have been hiding in.

“Don’t worry, no one’s ever in- oh, shit!” 

A loud curse draws your attention away from Hongjoong’s tongue and to the tall brother standing in the doorway, frozen like a deer. There’s a cute coed holding his hand, peeking around him to see what made him yell. 

“Yunho, what the fuck, man?” Hongjoong groans, a scowl twisting his kiss-swollen lips. “Get out!”

You’re moving sluggishly, brain lagging with arousal and what you’re recognizing is a lot of THC for such a small brownie, but Hongjoong seems to have more of his wits about him, as he carefully lets go of your sweater so you’re covered again. He doesn’t try to slide you from his lap, just places his hands on your waist to keep you steady. 

Tall guy’s sputtering now. “I-I’m sorry, the door wasn’t locked, and - “

“It’s fine, Yun, just go, all right?” Hongjoong glances at you. “You okay?”

If you were sober, you’d probably be horrifically embarrassed to be caught tits-out. Might even run for the door so you could go home and hide for the rest of the weekend or month or year. But between the brownie and the man currently checking in with you, you’re feeling too good right now to really give a shit what anyone else thinks. 

You nod at Hongjoong’s question, beaming happily. A crooked smile spreads across Hongjoong’s face, his thumbs etching tiny circles into your sides. 

“Hongjoong?” Yunho’s basically a statue at this point, completely immovable in the doorway. “I know we’re not supposed to let anyone else in here, but seeing as how you have someone else in here, uh… am I gonna get in trouble for this?”  

“If I say no, will you fuckin’ leave already?” Hongjoong glares at the other man, and it does not escape your attention how sexy he looks when he’s mad. 

“I don’t know. I mean, we’ll leave, but I don’t know if you’re just saying that to get me t-”

“Get out!” 

Your sudden shout snaps Yunho into action. He slams the door shut, leaving you alone with Hongjoong, who is gawking at you with his mouth hanging open. Oops. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.

“Sorry,” you apologize, cringing. “I didn’t mean to shout.” 

“No, that was so hot,” Hongjoong declares, leaning forward to kiss you eagerly. 

“Yeah?” you pant against his lips in surprise.  

He nods, nose jostling yours, and kisses you again, and again, until you’re dizzy, needing oxygen, but you’re unwilling to tear yourself away from his mouth. All you want is to lose yourself in him again, crawl back into that heat from before. 

Just as you feel it starting to happen, he pulls away. 

“We should probably lock the door,” he says, but he doesn’t move. His eyes are studying your face carefully, you realize, looking for any signs of objection. For some reason, that just makes your answer even more affirmative. 

“Good idea,” you reply, slipping off his lap and crossing the room in three quick steps. You shoot him a glance over your shoulder as you twist the lock. Either the pot is slowing his reactions as much as it’s slown yours, or he doesn’t care that you catch him openly staring at your ass. He grips his cock through his jeans, hand flexing as he squeezes slightly. 

His gaze is too intense even from across the room. It makes you shy, has you lowering your head as you return to the couch. His fingers slide under your chin, tilt your face up to meet his ravenous lips as he guides you onto your back. 

Your boots hit the floor one after the other, followed by his sneakers. One of his arms props him up over you. His other hand grips your thigh, spreading your legs apart, allowing him to slot himself in between. He swallows your sigh when his fingers roam inwards, slipping against your core. 

“Damn, baby, did I do all this?” he asks, rubbing at the dampness seeping through the layers of your panties and tights. 

You pluck at the buttons on his shirt, palms skimming over the warm skin that’s revealed beneath. He hisses quietly when you brush over his stomach. Seems it’s not just his neck that’s sensitive. Good to know. 

“Yes,” you nod, squirming slightly when he drops his hand to cup you. His thumb applies a bit of pressure so achingly near your clit that you whine, almost as loudly as you’d yelled before. “Please tell me you’re gonna do something about it.” 

He smirks then, that maddeningly taunting smile of his. The one that tells you not to be fooled by his quiet demeanor. The one that tells you he’s trouble.  “As soon as you tell me your name.” 

His hand drags frustratingly slowly upwards, spreading your slickness as it goes, making you whimper. “Hongjoong!” 

“No, that’s my name.” His fingertips are crawling now, moving closer and closer to the waistband of your tights, one millimeter at a time. 

The anticipation is driving you insane. And it seems you’re not the only one enjoying it, judging by the way he’s rutting his bulge into your thigh.

“Don’t tease,” you complain, pouting. 

“But that’s my favorite part,” he shoots back, grinning madly. Fuck. He’s trouble for sure. 

His fingers trace shapes over your hips, back and forth, long lines that have you huffing in frustration. Then he curls them under the waistband, pulling them down, just the tiniest fraction of an inch, then another, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he looks at you, and then - 

He stops. 

You groan, head tossing back to bounce against the arm of the couch. 

“YN, my name is YN, fuck, I yield!” 

“That didn’t take long,” he gloats. “So desperate for me. I love it.” 

If you weren’t still high, you might be embarrassed. Instead, you’re brazen, whimpering in agreement. You want him, just like he wants you, why bother to hide it? 

He finally releases you from your misery by rolling down all that annoying clothing that separates you from him, tossing it onto the floor. A gentle scrape of his fingernails on your bare skin has you trembling, begging for more of his touch. He obliges, lowering his mouth to leave hot-breathed kisses on your thighs. 

“Y’know what else I like to do when I’m high?” he asks, watching you with hooded eyes. His hands haven’t stopped moving, are languidly pushing your skirt up to your waist. 

“What?”

“Eat pussy.” He licks his lips. “Wanna eat you, baby. Can I?” 

“Please,” you groan, reaching for your skirt, pulling it up as far as you can, baring yourself to him. He grins, fingers spreading you open, and you twitch as the little puffs of his delighted laughter swirl over your sensitive skin. 

Hongjoong flattens his tongue, dragging it up and down a few times. You keen, fingers digging into the wool of your skirt, clutching the material tightly, when he keeps moving up, circling your clit, before he undulates his tongue, making the tiny nub bounce. Then he switches back to licking stripes, pressing the taut muscle more firmly against you with each pass.

You feel like your entire body is pulsating in time with your clit. “Oh my god.” 

“You’re so wet,” he groans happily, lapping without restraint at your pussy, sloppy and loud. “Could fuckin’ drown down here.” 

His mouth. It’s sinful, how good he is with it, the way he kisses your folds and sucks on your clit. Uses it to say the filthiest things, keeping up a running commentary: 

Look at you, dripping all over the place. Such a mess, baby. Let’s see how much wetter you can get.

Could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get my fill. Got me so greedy.

Mmmph, love the way you taste. Bet you’re even sweeter when you come.

You don’t catch every word, given the way he mumbles them into your cunt, but you hear enough to have you babbling in response, chanting his name and praising his skills over and over. 

When your words dissolve into moans, Hongjoong changes it up, adding his fingers to the mix. His mouth seals around your clit while he strokes inside you, warm walls spreading to allow his lithe digits to plunge in and out. Then he thrusts his tongue into your clenching hole, using his fingertips to roll your thrumming nub around, lightly squeezing as he fucks you with his mouth. 

“Hongjoong!” You’re losing your mind, your entire body vibrating with pleasure. “Holy shit, please!” Can’t even finish your sentence, your foggy brain too busy focusing on holding your head up so you can watch him. Drool runs from the corner of your mouth, lips slack as you pant wildly. 

He laughs, popping off your clit with a loud slurp. “Please what?” He nuzzles his face against your thigh, kissing it gently. “What do you need?”

“I - I need…” You break off with a sudden mewl as he presses insistently into that soft spot on your inner walls, like he’s trying to leave an impression of his fingertip. “Oh fuck, right there, don’t stop!” 

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he vows, catching your eye. His face is a mess, hair damp with sweat, a shiny layer of your arousal smeared all over his mouth and chin. His hips keep rolling into the couch beneath him, and his voice wobbles a little as he speaks, but his gaze is unwavering. “Just lie back and let me do my thing. I’ll get you there.” 

He drops his mouth to your cunt again, and keeps his word. 

Time expands again as the tension inside you snaps. Your orgasm pulsates through you, flowing like a wave through your tingling body, wiping away all coherent thought, even turning your vision white for a few long seconds. Hongjoong’s fingers continue to massage your g-spot while his tongue still flutters over your clit, and you slowly come back to yourself, inhaling deeply before sobbing his name. 

He lifts his head momentarily to observe the results of his hard work. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he murmurs, tongue skimming down to lap at your release. Lost in ecstasy, you thread your hand through his hair, tugging his face closer to your cunt, and ride out your high on his tongue, hips bucking erratically. He voices his approval with a guttural moan. 

Like any other time you’re high, you come for several minutes, shaking and twitching, panting and moaning. When your pelvis finally ceases moving and your fingers release their grip on his hair, Hongjoong pulls away. He doesn’t sit up, just lays his cheek on your hip, dark eyes scanning your face. 

“I was right. You taste sweet when you cum.” 

Jesus. That mouth. You start to giggle, flustered by his statement, both embarrassed and pleased, and he joins you, head bouncing slightly on your shaking stomach. Suddenly you’re overwhelmed by the need to feel him on top of you, to let his weight press you down, anchor you to reality, so with frantic hands you guide him back up to your waiting mouth. 

His kisses are slower now, softer. He’s still hard beneath his jeans, grinding into you, but it’s not as desperate as it was when he was humping the couch. You slide your hands down his chest, down his stomach, down to where the buttons on this waistband lay.

Hongjoong ignores your little cry of protest when he suddenly draws away, sitting back on his heels and peering down, glimmering eyes merrily taking in the state of you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he tells you, and you believe him. “I’m glad you broke in here tonight.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. “I didn’t break - you know what? Not important.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, staring pointedly at his crotch. “Don’t you need help with that? I’m more than happy to return the favor.” 

He smirks. “The party’s not over yet. We’ll get there.” Your stomach somersaults at the promise laced into his voice. “But speaking of parties…”

Right. Holy shit, there’s still an entire frat partying right outside these walls. Hongjoong’s unbelievable tongue managed to make you forget that for a while. 

“I should probably go downstairs and check on things,” he finishes with a sigh, buttoning his shirt up halfway.

It’s strange, you’re still basking in the afterglow of your climax, and yet you can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. 

It’s just like when you get really high and then eat an entire convenience store’s worth of snacks. Weed makes you insatiable. Hongjoong just gave you an earth-shattering orgasm and you’re already dying for more. 

Maybe you should thank him and let the moment be what it was. 

“Right. Of course.” Begrudgingly, you let him go of him. He rises slowly, stretching and rolling his neck. “Um. That was great. I guess… I guess I’ll see you around?” 

Hongjoong laughs, gesturing for you to stand. “Come on, you’re coming with me.” 

Your heart pounds a quick beat at his smile. 

“Why?” you inquire. “Worried I’ll learn all of Alpha Tau’s deepest darkest secrets if I stay here alone? Think you need to keep an eye on me?” 

“Nah,” he replies, grabbing your hand. You let him tug you to your feet, let him pull hard enough that you crash into him, your palms landing on his chest while he slings his arm around your back to catch you. “I just want to keep my hands on you.”

© 2023 by minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost. I do not allow translations of my work.

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[roesworks]

my marauder's sex headcannons

james, sirius, and remus x female reader

WORD COUNT : 723

i wanna feed you guys (after literally a year) so enjoy my personal headcannons

james potter -

he is a certified switch. he leans more on the dominant side, but sometimes he just has a need to be told what to do.

when you're on top, without a doubt he is calling you mommy. not to mention, he will whine. he's always whining.

plus he will NEVER SHUT UP.

HE WILL ALWAYS PRAISE YOU.

"you're doing so good f'me, my love."

and he will never hit you or degrade you. he thinks that's just plain mean.

sex should be fun. he does it often so that he can skip out of doing cardio. killing two birds with one stone.

on the aspect of cardio, though, james can last a long time. he could go the entire night if he really wanted to.

"please just one more. one more, i promise."

he's a big guy, so you already KNOW that dick is at LEAST nine inches.

"it won't fit-" "-i'll make it fit."

HE LOVES THE STOMACH BULGE

fucking under the cloak.

while he doesn't like to hit you, he is most definitely leaving accidental bruises from gripping you so hard.

he'd rather grip your arm than the mattress. he loves feeling you.

he's probably the loudest moaner in the entire wizarding world.

he enjoys moaning your name so much that if you didn't cast a silencing charm then everyone in hogwarts would hear him.

he loves your boobs. whether they're big or small, he is most definitely sucking them and leaving them polka dotted by the end of the night.

and literally every night he's with you. sex or not. he's latching his lips onto your nipples and sucking the life out of them like they're lollipops.

he is without a doubt an experimentalist.

like whenever he finds a new position or just a new kinky idea, he's going to bring it up to you.

most of the time, you enjoy it. other times, it's just a one time thing.

he tells you he loves you all the time. it's all part of his 'never-shuts-up' persona.

sirius black -

dom. without a doubt.

"who's pussy is this?" "yours."

he likes making you cry. tears of pleasure are his favorite.

degradation is never out of the question.

and "my little slut."

while that is the case, he will, 'talk you through it' if you will.

"finish for me, baby."

100% getting off to you screaming his name.

he's definitely an ass guy. he likes groping it and hitting it whenever he gets the chance.

he's a little on the smaller side, but he definitely makes up for it in width.

he is very. VERY. loud.

he can last a SOLID three or four rounds.

ngl, he looooves bondage.

lets be real, he keeps a black rope in his nightstand.

he will most DEFINITELY tease you with his wand.

or he'll LITERALLY stick it up there.

honestly, he just likes to tease you in general.

pussy checks in public ALLLL THE TIME.

sometimes if you're wet enough, he will just do it with you on the spot.

"wet already, baby?"

he wants everyone to know that you're his, so he takes measures by leaving hickeys all over you, especially in noticeable places.

LOVES seeing you ride him.

he is 100% stealing james' cloak and doing it with you under it.

remus lupin -

a switch, but much more on the submissive side. so basically a sub.

he will literally get off on getting told what to do. and frankly he prefers being a pillow princess.

he definitely starts off quiet, like a whimper here and there,

and then as he gets more and more comfortable with you, (like around your third time) his whimpers become louder and louder.

he is a SOLID seven inches.

he will do some pretty kinky stuff with you.

like experimenting with candle wax. because he was curious, obviously.

and this guy has a huge thing for period sex. not that you mind it, it helps you forget about your cramps.

the rare times that he's on top, he is the sweetest ever.

"you feel so good."

you've done it in the library a few several times... in the restricted section. nobody has to know that, though.

he loves how you taste and will always tell you that.

your boobs are one of his most favorite things about you.

bite bite bite

and he loves touching you.

anywhere he can get his hands on you he will caress you.

he doesn't really last more than three rounds, but,

there were definitely days where he was so into it that he just couldn't stop.

he loves receiving pleasure and praise soso much.

he's just a sweet boy.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Village Raising (1) | Yandere Platonic Twisted Wonderland

“(Y/n) do you know why I called you in here today?”

“...no.”

You knew why you were here that’s why you wouldn’t look up from your sparkly loafers Vil had gifted you. You knew after that look Deuce gave you when Grim told him your secret that you’d get in trouble. 

Crowley rubbed at his chin in frustration, debating if he should summon the entire staff for a manner such as this. Or perhaps enlist the assistance of the fae in Diasomnia but that came with its own problems. Particularly the problem of their recurring petition for guardianship; saying that they were more fit guardians for you. 

“(Y/n), do you remember the fire faeries that keep the school warm in the winter?”

A smile spread on your face as you recalled giving the sticks to the warm faeries.

“Mmmmh!”

“Well there are many other types of faeries that like to live near the school. Like forest faeries, water faeries…princess faeries.”

He watched as your chubby hands wrung together behind your back. Rocking on your feet while looking side to side.

“...Yeah?”

“Yes. And did you know that the faeries will get really upset if their princess is stolen?”

An obviously guilty pout made its way to your face as you sucked on the inside of your cheek. 

“...I didn’t know that…”

“Yes…they cry and then they’ll start attacking students…so if you do see the princess fairy you’ll bring her to me first okay?”

“...But shouldn’t I give her to the faeries? Why you?”

“Just bring her to me, okay (Y/n)?”

“O-okay.”

“You can leave now.”

He cringed at your immediate departure, not oblivious to the hug he would have usually gotten. Resigning to sadly watch as you trotting out of the office on little legs to your monster companion. 

“That kid’s going to be the death of me.”

___________________________________________

“So how’d it go mini-henchman?”

You crossed your arms and puffed your cheeks.

“Horrible! And it's all your fault!”

“Nyeh?! How’s it my fault that you’re keeping-”

Grim was stopped by your pudgy hands on his snout as you looked suspiciously around the courtyard.

“Shhhh don’t tell anyone else! Meeeek!” 

You pulled your hand away wiping the slobber on your uniform as the monster cat stepped away. Pouting with his head away from you, he flicked his tail disapprovingly.

“Nyah! Release me!”

Glaring at him, you turned your head away as you marched to Ramshackle. Grim let his eye follow you before scampering to meet your steps, looking apologetic as you continued to ignore him. 

“Y-you’re not going to keep it are you?”

Continuing to ignore him you dramatically turned your head away, blindly walking until you bumped into somebody’s legs. Wobbling a little a pair of hands kept you steady to look up at your obstacle. Towering and, for many, intimidating was Malleus Draconia or to you and Yuuka: 

“Tsuno-taro?”

“Horns? Here? In the daytime? That’s awfully weird for you.”

“Hello, little one. For your information, Grim, I do exist outside of the night. I am no vampire.”

“Nyeh!? Coulda fooled me.”

“Tsuno-taro!  You have to let me go I have something to do!” 

Emerald eyes glinted with amusement as he lifted you up into his embrace. 

“Oh, you do now?”

“Yes. So you have to let me go.”

“How about I walk you there, I doubt you’ll feel comfortable walking in those.”

“Mmmm okay.” 

Leaning into his hold you relaxed against his shoulder, yawning as quietly as you could. Noticing, the dragon couldn’t help chuckling to himself.

“Are you perhaps tired little one?”

Snapping up you gave him a stern look, scrunching your face up. 

“No.”

“No? Not even a little bit?”

“Not even a little bit!”

“Ah, I see. Then it won’t mean anything if I–”

The prince brought a finger up to the bridge of your little nose bringing it down slowly, repeating the action a few times. Entranced by the way you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes in tandem, he fought the urge to keep tease you more. He only stopped when your hands swatted at him and slapped your own cheeks.

“No! No! I am’nt tired!”

Malleus let out a rumbling laugh which had you puffing your cheeks once more. 

“I am not. If I was tired I wouldn’t be going to play right now.”

“You are? What will you play?”

“It’s w-ah uh a secret! Yeah, it's a secret so I can’t tell you.”

“Oh?”

“Nope. So don’t bother asking me! Oh or uh-Grim either.”

The monster snorted running ahead to no doubt raid the fridge while Yuu was distracted with their guest. Malleus on the other hand was reluctantly setting you down, further intrigued by this secret of yours.

“Are you sure this secret is safe to play with all by yourself?” 

“Yup! I promised Yuu I wouldn’t interrupt your date this time.”

“Date? I was under the impression this was just ‘a hang out’.” You gave a sly smile as you put your hand on your hips. 

“Mmmh-mmmh that’s what you say now. But on the wedding day, I’ll say this is it.” 

Without another word you skipped into the forest, giggling to yourself as you imagined how cool you’d look on their wedding day. Malleus watched you leave turning to Yuu who was wrestling the cat-monster near the open door. 

“Be back before dinner!”

“Okay!” 

Malleus turned sending another glance over his shoulder. Perhaps you’d need someone to watch over you. Someone so innocent and small couldn’t possibly be expected not to attract unwanted attention. 

___________________________________________

 An orange hue decorated the leaves around you as you crawled into your special place. Going deeper into the dark cave you went into the darkness knowing full-well of the light emitted at the end of it.

“Hello, Sparkle-Fairy!” 

Just as you left her the princess fairy you had dubbed Sparkle-fairy was reclining on the makeshift abode you had made. With only the clear glass bowl you borrowed from Trey completing your ensemble. 

You kneeled down, scooting close as rested your head on your arms no doubt caked with mud and dirt. You tilted your head watching as the fairy did the same before turning away from you. Crowley’s words rang in your head and you did what Yuu had told you to do when you messed up. 

“I sorry for keeping you like this…” The fairy perked up. “I just wanted to be friends.”

You removed the glass from around the makeshift enclosure expecting to see the glowing creature fly right away. But instead, the fairy hovered moving closer to your face. The tinkling sound of the fairy’s native tongue rang in your ears, keeping your attention from the other tinkling voices entering the cave. 

“I don’t know what you’re saying…but I’d love to see your home!”

The princess fairy twinkled happily before blowing a glittery dust in your face. You sneezed and rubbed your nose before involuntarily yawning again. 

Of course with as small and as young as you are it’d take a small amount of fairy dust to put you to sleep. Making you perfectly pliable for what the fairies planned to do. Already snoozing, the fairies would have no trouble carrying off on their princess’ orders. That is if it weren’t for Malleus’ trusted guardian. 

“Now now where are you running off to with our little pup?”

Meat Cleaver in hand the retired general was smiling without reaching his eyes. He hoped that with his weapon unsheathed the fairies would have released you in an instant but it seems the princess was insistent on taking you. Who could blame them? A kiddie as sweet as you would have been a lovely find but he wouldn’t let his pup be taken from him.

Some chopped wings should be a good warning. 

He did just that and they settled you on the ground before his feet, twinkling apologizes all the while. In an instant, they were on their way carrying their injured companion along with them. Lilia smiled at your sleeping form cradling you despite your dirt-covered state, he couldn’t help but smirk at the distant glow of green. 

Young fae nowadays don’t seem to know not to mess with a dragon’s treasure. Let alone Night Raven’s as a whole.

“Yahoo, guess who fell fast asleep while making mud pies?”

“Aww thank goodness. It got so dark out I was so worried if it weren’t for you guys—”

“All in a day's work, prefect.”

“Yes, it was no trouble.”

Ah, Malleus has returned. And so soon. He figured he must have been merciful. Or maybe unusually giving.

_______________________________________

“So these are the fairies who tried to take them?”

“Master Malleus said so! You dare doubt him?!”

“Of course not I just figured the lizard would be so worked up he wouldn’t leave any for the rest of us.”

“You were lucky his mood has been immaculate since he’s fulfilling an invitation from the Ramshackle Prefect.”

“Whatever. Now should we pluck their wings or break their legs.”

“Only this once I’ll be following your lead.”

“Hmm alright then, Eyebrows. Let’s get to work.”

[adrienneleclerc]

Do you think you can do a Carlos sainz jr imagine

Well YN is MMA fighter and I don't know they meet at one of her fights or at the gym however you want to put it I guess so yeah and I was the one who requested the Lewis Hamilton photographer one and I really liked that imagine in this very good so thank you very much xoxo 🇲🇽🫶🥰😘

Let’s see what I can do and I’m so glad you liked how the Lewis Hamilton imagine came out! I was a little worried there for a second

Love At First Fight

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x MMA fighter! Reader

Summary: Carlos meets Y/N at the gym and end up sparring together

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I have the idea in my mind, I can see it happening, can I put it into words? Let’s see. Also, sorry if it’s too short but I think it turned out cute for the prompt. Anyway, MY FIRST CARLOS SAINZ IMAGINE

Now that is is summer break and Carlos has announced he was going to Williams, he decided to go boxing with his trainer at the gym.

“Hola Carlos, ready to begin your session?” His trainer, Emilio asked.

“Of course, let’s get started, cabrón.” Carlos said. Him and Emiliowere doing some basic punching combos, Carlos was practicing his footwork, when he saw a woman walk in and immediately started using a punching bag. Since carlos was distracted, Emilio hit him upside the head.

“Focus, man, i thought you wanted to box today.” Emilio said.

“I do but who is that?” Carlos asked.

“You’re kidding.” The trainer said looking at the woman and back at Carlos. “I think it’s better if you stick to dating models.”

“Her name, cabrón.” Carlos said,

“Her name is Y/N L/N, she is an MMA fighter, she’s the UFC Featherweight champion for 2023.” Emilio said.

“You think I can spar with her?” Carlos asked.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try. L/N!” Emilio shouted, Y/N turned around.

“Gutiérrez, you know better than to shift my name in a public gym, what’s up.” Y/N said, walking towards the two men, taking off her gloves.

“My client here wants to spar with you.” Emilio said.

“Carlos Sainz, nice to meet you.” Carlos said, extending his hand, Y/N shook his hand.

“Think you can go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?” Y/N asked, stepping closer to Carlos so their noses were almost touching.

“Why not? I’ll give you the first shot.” Carlos said, Y/N stepped back, releasing his hand.

“Haha, okay, You’re confident, let’s see how confident you are in the ring.” Y/N said, walking toward the boxing ring they had further into the gym. Carlos was in shock but Emilio pushed him to start walking, Y/N was already inside the ring.

“Alright, I got these two helmets because Y/N would probably kill you since you suck at blocking.” Emilio told Carlos and Y/N snickered. “Y/N blue, you red.” They put on their helmets and Y/N put in her mouth guard. Emilio helped Y/N and Carlos lace up their gloves. “Great, touch gloves, and spar.

Carlos severely underestimated how it would be like to spar Y/N. You know how people feel pretty stupid one they find out Formula 1 is a serious sport and that driving a kart at 300 kilometers an hour isn’t easy? Carlos is feeling really stupid for wanting to spar with a UFC featherweight champion when he only boxes every other week (probably). Y/N was obviously winning, at one point, Y/N was straddling Carlos and had his wrists pinned to the mat until Emilio called time. Carlos winked at Y/N before she got off him and helped him up.

“Gotta hand it to you, pretty boy, you did pretty well for an F1 driver.” Y/N said.

“You know who I am?” Carlos asked.

“Well i obviously had to google you after meeting you since you’re Emilio’s client.” Y/N said,

��Well since I already had you on top of me..” Carlos started and Y/N laughed “..do you want to get lunch right now? I’ll pay.”

“That sounds great, I’ll shower and change so we can go.” Y/N said,

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[animasola86]

Kinktober: A scholar and a pervert

Notes: @kinktober2023 is doing things with my mind! I will never be able to write innocent fluff ever again I fear! >_> But it's still fun to get it all out for once, all those dirty thoughts, holy moly, I should be ashamed but I am so not, absolutely not.

Here, have another piece full of various kinks that I threw together for my (and your) reading pleasure! (I was also heavily inspired by my own (NSFW) headcanons!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Overstimulation, (magical) sex toys, fingering/fisting, breathplay, praising and bondage if you squint. Oh and I might or might not have slipped in (pun intended) a little dp in one hole at the end, whoopsie. (It really is a wild bingo of kinks at this point.)

Word count: 10.3k

Synopsis: Bookworm!Sebastian strikes again and wants to do some experiments on you. Of course you're up for it, even though you have no idea what he has planned.

Last warning: The kinks are strong in this one. Read at your own risk!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

A scholar and a pervert

You're a mess. A whimpering, sweating, shuddering, crying mess. Your hair sticks to your forehead, your lips are swollen and parted, trembling badly, tears wet your flushed cheeks and your eyelids are heavy as you watch the boy kneeling between your spread legs.

He has tied your wrists and ankles to the posts of his bed and all you can do is thrash your head around and buck your hips against the things he is doing to you. Your limbs are twitching uncontrollably, your skin covered in sweat and saliva and so many bruises and bite marks you've long forgotten to count them.

“Sebastian, please...” you whimper, your voice strained and hoarse, your throat hurting from his previous experiments.

He looks up then, his eyes dark, his face a mask of concentration. You shiver deeply when your gazes meet and bite your raw lips once more. “Please what?” he asks gravelly, his low voice almost having the same effect on you as the toy currently lodged between your quivering folds.

As if on cue he grabs it tightly and pushes it deeper. You moan and squirm against your confines, you don't even know what he has shoved into you now. There's been so many different things and most of them you can't even describe.

And it had started so innocently. With his big brown eyes he had asked you if you were up for some experiments. He'd read something and wanted to try it out. Obviously you couldn't say no to him, you never can, not when he's looking at you with those puppy-dog eyes and asks you with that soft, deep voice.

You agreed and now you are tied to his bed, covered in his love bites and driven to orgasm after orgasm as he keeps testing out more and more things on you.

He had started with the usual, the familiar affections, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, then your cheek and jaw and neck, where he began to leave mark after mark, sucking and biting and licking your skin until it was raw and throbbing.

With a wave of his wand your clothes were gone and amidst your surprise, you found yourself on your back, pushed into the mattress, naked and exposed, your arms sprawled and your legs splayed widely – and the moment you wondered what he was doing, he had cast another spell and thick ropes had wound themselves around your wrists and ankles, holding you in place.

Your struggles were quickly silenced by his mouth and for a moment you forgot about the vulnerability of the situation. But then he settled between your legs.

He'd pleasured you so many times before, mostly with his mouth and fingers, that you had grown quite accustomed to his routine – not much he could change up there, now could he? It would still drive you mad with pleasure every time, but it had become a little redundant, at least that must have been his thought process – you would have been fine with just having him suck on your clit and fingering you rapidly until you came so hard he had to wipe your release off of his face.

But he wanted more. Always more. And even though this was about your pleasure, you knew this was mostly for him. He loved seeing you come undone under his touches, he loved turning you into a whimpering, brainless thing that would melt whenever his fingers would so much as graze your skin.

So when he got out this box of toys, you were a little startled. You were used to feeling him inside you, be it his fingers, his tongue or his cock, but seeing those objects he pulled out one after the other caused you to frown deeply. He noticed your doubts, quickly grabbed a long, skinny thing and moved up to lay down beside you, his warm eyes on you.

“Open wide for me,” he said quietly and proceeded to push his finger against your lips. Swallowing hard, you complied and parted your lips. He didn't wait for you to fully open, he already pushed his finger into your mouth and onto your tongue and deeper inside until you felt his fingertip brushing against the back of your throat.

You gagged immediately and he pulled out again, watching you with a curious expression on his freckled face as you struggled through a little cough fit. His hand moved to your throat and caressed it gently until he squeezed it lightly between his thumb and index finger, massaging it with a grip that got firmer with every passing heartbeat.

He stopped when you swallowed against his hand. Tilting his head, he leaned over you, his lips brushing against yours as his eyes fixated yours. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low and vibrating through your very core.

Despite the position you found yourself in, you didn't need long to give him his answer. “Yes,” you whispered, knowing that deep down you would allow him to do anything to you. “I trust you,” you said firmly, definitely not anticipating the things he had in mind for you.

He gave you a smile that immediately erased any doubt that tried to poke through the fog inside your head and a kiss that left you breathless and certainly wanting more.

Once he leaned back, still watching you with warm affection that instantly started the waterworks between your splayed legs, he put his hand on your cheek and caressed it, before slipping his finger back between your lips. Fingers, to be exact, two this time, and they went slowly deeper, pushing and prodding at the back of your throat.

You did your best not to gag again, forcing yourself to focus on his eyes rather than the strange sensation. You couldn't, however, stop the tears from forming inside the corners of your eyes as he tilted your chin up and moved his fingers deeper. Breaking eye contact by squeezing your eyes shut, you whimpered quietly, squirming in your restraints, the ropes cutting into your skin as you did so.

“Shh,” he made, not thinking about removing his fingers. You felt saliva pooling around them, mixing with the tears streaming down your cheeks as it spilled past your quivering lips.

“Mhmpf!” you mumbled against him, trying to kick your legs as you felt your head spinning from lack of oxygen. Finally he released you and you took deep, desperate breaths as you tried to relax, staring up at him almost accusingly. He just watched you, bringing his wet fingers to his lips and letting the tip of his tongue trail along them.

You blushed deeply at the sight and immediately halted your struggles, gulping down the excess saliva. His smirk caused you to shiver. Bringing his fingers back to your face, he caressed your jaw before he leaned down and kissed you softly. You kissed him back hungrily and when he moved away again, you strained your neck to stay close to him, but he denied your feeble request to taste more of him. With a sigh you sank back into the cushions.

“I love how eager you are,” he whispered and watched you closely. “Can you open your pretty mouth once more, love?” he asked and this time, you hesitated, inhaling sharply as you noticed the object in his hand. It had a phallic size and form, smaller and thinner than the only original cock you'd ever seen, but it was still a little intimidating when he pressed its tip against your lips.

It felt firm but had a soft texture, like leather or rubber, and when he pushed it past your lips it tasted a little earthy. You swallowed in anticipation, and opened your mouth wider, your eyes on his concentrated face as he inserted the object deeper and deeper. “Suck on it,” he instructed quietly and you hollowed your cheeks and closed your lips tightly around it, doing what he told you, while he grabbed your chin and tilted it up again, gently pushing it further in.

You felt it hitting the back of your throat and you had to close your eyes, tears falling from your lashes as you fought against your gag reflex. With his hand holding your face, you couldn't really move away, so whenever it got too much, you'd hit your knuckles against the bed post (about the only movement you could make) and he would stop and pull it back out. He kept watching you with interest and kept repeating the same motion for what felt like a long time until you felt you got more and more comfortable with that thing in your mouth.

He started moving it faster and harder against you, the wet noises mixing with your soft whimpers, before he pulled it out completely and let it fall beside your head as he grabbed your face with both hands and pushed his mouth onto yours, not letting you breathe but rewarding you for your efforts with a deep, hungry kiss that made your legs twitch.

“I can't wait to put my cock down your throat,” he whispered gravelly into your mouth, his words and the idea of it making you shiver. “But that's for another time...”

When he leaned back with a smirk, he left you breathless and dishevelled, your lips swollen and trembling, saliva and tears dripping from your chin. He moved his hand over your skin and wiped at it gently, before his hand travelled down your throat and lower, his fingers trailing between your breasts. His dark eyes were on you as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to your chest. You felt your heart beating faster, right against his mouth, the bruises on your neck throbbing in anticipation.

You inhaled deeply, breathing against his touches, as he started leaving a trail of wet kisses on your skin, occasionally sucking and licking, leaving visible marks on you, other times grazing you with his teeth, scraping and nibbling and downright biting you – and you would wince every time, low whimpers falling from your lips.

Then he moved to your breasts. Leaning back to look at you, he grabbed them with firm hands, enveloping them completely in his big palms, squeezing and kneading them until he coaxed a moan out of you. You watched him, almost not daring to breathe as he fondled your chest vigorously. His eyes were always on you, as if he was studying every single twitch you made, not the tiniest reaction went past his attentive stare.

You blushed deeply underneath it, the intensity in his dark eyes was enough to not only make you whimper louder but squirm against him, your unattended centre throbbing in growing need. But he took his time. He usually did, but this time felt particularly slow, almost excruciatingly slow. He was either teasing you or just really wanted to see how far he could push you before you succumbed to your urges and begged him to do more.

While he kept groping your left breast, he moved his mouth to your right and without hesitation started sucking on your nipple. It was already hard from all the things he'd done before, so feeling his tongue poke and circle it, only caused more moans to fall from your sore throat. You thrashed your head back into the pillow and closed your eyes when he teased it with his teeth, a sharp pain jolting through you at the sensation.

When he switched and assaulted your other breast with his mouth, you whined and squirmed beneath him, the tension inside your stomach building and building. Yet he kept his routine, groping and kneading, rolling your nipple between his fingers while he sucked and licked and gnawed on the other.

You strained against the ropes tying you to the bedposts and for a moment, a single moment before your mind became utterly useless, you looked around and noticed that he had drawn the curtains and you could only hope that he had put a silencing charm on them as well, because you knew for a fact that you couldn't hold those noises in. But when your insides convulsed under the constant stimulation of your tender nipples, you didn't care if anyone could hear you.

You could only arch your back, pushing your chest right against his face, as your hips stuttered and you tried to no avail to press your thighs together for that little bit of extra friction that he had denied you by forcing your legs open. So despite the rush settling in your stomach, that feeling of release that was so, so close, it never came, and you wailed loudly when he let go of your breasts and leaned back to look at you.

You were glaring at him and he only smirked wider. “Patience, love,” he whispered and gave you a quick peck to your trembling lips. You then watched him settling back between your legs, his fingers ghosting your skin before he focused on the toys he had brought. More phallic looking objects, in all sizes and lengths and girths, a series of balls tied to a string and other things you couldn't even describe.

You swallowed hard at the sight, but somehow you were indeed eager to see where this was going. Before he picked any of it, you felt his hands rubbing up and down your inner thighs and you moaned softly in response, your legs twitching against his touch. Then you watched him take a very close look at your quivering cunt, and if you weren't in heat and need and almost driven to madness with desire, you'd be embarrassed and slightly humiliated by how closely he looked at you.

But all you wanted was for him to touch you and to your utter surprise he complied. His fingers drew gentle lines over your pelvis until they reached your sex, his thumbs firmly pushing against your lower lips, caressing them with precision. Your breaths were shallow and every touch caused you to shiver deeply. He paused then and tilted his head, still staring at your centre. You'd think he was looking at it for the first time, when in reality he might know it better than you do.

And still he seemed fascinated by it. You could only blush more, the heat travelling down your body warming your skin and causing his marks on you to throb slightly. While he had one hand pressed to your lower stomach, his thumb teasingly close to your clit, you felt his other glide over your folds, gently pushing and squeezing them between his fingers, the wet squelching sound coaxing an embarrassed whimper out of you.

He looked up then and gave you a disarming smile. “Don't be ashamed,” he whispered as he moved his finger right through your wetness, the sound and sensation of it making you flinch. “It's quite impressive to be this wet, you know?” You raised your eyebrows at him and he chuckled softly. “I find it really fascinating how you react to my touches... I only have to do this –” he said and pushed his thumb firmly against that sensitive bundle of nerves – and you could do nothing but moan and buck your hips in response while a deep tremor rushed through your legs. “And you come undone almost instantly.”

You barely registered his words as you were only focused on his voice and its deep vibrations and the effect it had on you. You never told him this, but you could probably come just from hearing his whispers in your ear. The thought alone gave you goosebumps. You should probably mention it to him at some point, if he was already so fascinated by how you reacted to his touches. The things he could do with just his voice... You sighed deeply.

He rubbed your clit again and brought you back to the here and now as you moaned softly once more and licked your lips, trying to breathe evenly through your nose. His eyes were on you still, a mixture of hunger and curiosity, as he continued to move his fingers through your folds, and it was when he moved both hands down and gently put your lower lips between his thumb and forefinger, that you inhaled sharply. He pulled your folds apart and looked right at your entrance.

You felt yourself clenching around nothing as he did so and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he kept your hole exposed to the cold air of the room, watching it with eager eyes. You had to look away at one point, your cheeks burning and your heart thundering inside your quickly rising and falling chest. Even though he knew your body inside and out and you were usually very comfortable around him, it still felt weird having him look so closely, inspecting you like this.

You cried out in surprise when you suddenly felt his warm mouth right on your sensitive skin, his tongue taking a long stroke through your wetness, teasing your entrance and lapping at your clit, and the moan he issued almost drove you over the edge immediately. It didn't take long for you to scratch the almost and replace it with definitely as he kept licking you with a force you hadn't expected.

Your first orgasm rolled over you quite gently, your body accepting the anticipated release with a series of tremors and shudders as the tension within dissipated slowly. You moaned softly, gripping the ropes that held you tightly as it washed over you. At that point you had no idea that you wouldn't come down from this high for a very long time.

With his mouth still pressed to your folds, you felt him move his hands and he blindly grabbed the nearest object he could find before he leaned back and without any hesitation or further preparation pushed the phallic thing right into your still shivering channel. You gasped in irritation and your eyes flew open as you stared down at him, your walls clenching around the cold, hard item. A deep shudder made your legs tremble as he kept pushing it in until it almost disappeared inside you.

Before it did, he pulled it back out, gently moving it in circles, then withdrew it entirely. Instead he used his fingers and quickly slipped two of them in, coaxing more moans out of you. He pushed them knuckles deep into you before he started pumping them hard and fast, using the aftershocks of your last orgasm to give you another one right away.

Thrashing your head into the pillow, your whimpers louder now, he worked his digits against you and the tension built and built – yet before you could embrace the sweet release once more, he pulled out and shoved that object back inside you. You wailed and squirmed against it, your walls tightening around it, pulling it deeper – until you bucked your hips upwards, your eyes squeezed shut, as your trembling orgasm made the thing slip out with a force neither of you seemed to have anticipated.

The object rolled off the bed and disappeared past the curtains. You heard him chuckling and felt his weight leaving the bed, before he returned, settling back between your legs. “I didn't know your pussy could do that,” he whispered and when you looked at him out of half-lidded eyes, you felt your cheeks blush even more. “Fascinating,” he added and returned the item to the box.

He then grabbed the line of balls attached to a string and you watched him with curiosity and slight concern as he cradled the item between his long fingers. You were breathing heavily, your legs still twitching, and he wouldn't let you catch your breath as he proceeded to push the first ball against your wet folds. Not being able to see them disappear inside you, you could feel them being sucked in by your clenching walls, ball after ball, until they filled you up with a pressure you hadn't felt before.

His hand was on your stomach as he gently pushed against your skin and as he did so, he tugged at the string carefully and ball after ball plopped back out of you, your hips stuttering with every single one. You didn't know how many there were, how many he had managed to fit inside you, but when he repeated this motion, you could only lean back and stare at the ceiling, the sensation strangely relaxing.

Your soft moans and whimpers became a constant drone in your empty head so that you could barely hear him when he told you to push them out. You opened your eyes and looked at him, feeling the balls lodged inside your tight channel, pressing against your walls, stretching you, filling you up in a kind of comforting way. “What?” you breathed quietly.

“Push them out,” he repeated and gently tugged at the string again, but left it to you to get them out of your quivering cunt. You frowned at him and bucked your hips as you deliberately clenched your walls around them and with a deep moan you managed to make them move within you. His smile grew on his face as you felt the pressure lessening and the balls slipping out of you one by one. “Well done,” he whispered and you swallowed at that.

His praises always caught you quite off guard, but not as much as his fingers as they plunged back into you and you moaned loudly at the sensation. Somehow he was moving deeper and you realized he had angled his hand to drive his digits into you a little past his knuckles. You felt him caressing your walls from the inside, gently pushing and prodding, and when he spread his fingers, you flinched and whimpered, only to be calmed down by his hand still on your stomach, rubbing in soothing circles.

You watched him breathlessly, biting your lip as you arched your neck to take a better look at what he was doing, and when you saw how he removed his fingers to push them further together and press his thumb against his palm, you realized he was about to push his entire hand into you. You gasped and squirmed against him, not quite believing his big hand would fit into you, but he shushed you and continued as you tensed against your restraints.

He was concentrated and carefully pushed his fingertips past your clenching entrance, really trying to make his hand as narrow as possible as he entered you. You whimpered more, your breaths erratic, the tension on your tight skin unbelievably firm, almost painfully so. He kept pushing and when it got too much, you thrashed your head back into the pillow and surrendered to it, knowing you couldn't stop him anyway.

“Does it hurt?” you heard him whisper and you could only nod, whining quietly.

Yet instead of pulling back out, he kept going, slowly pushing his hand further in, his knuckles being the widest part really stretching your sensitive skin. As he noticed your struggle, you felt him lower his free hand to move it to your clit, and as he began to rub it in tight circles, you felt your centre relaxing slightly and indeed he managed to push his hand past his knuckles and from there it seemed as if your channel was sucking him in on its own.

You held your breath at the pressure within and squeezed your eyes shut, beads of sweats running down your temples. “Look at me,” you then heard him whisper and because you couldn't deny him anything, you opened your eyes and watched him, your face a mask of exertion and pain, your lips trembling. “Look at my hand,” he then said and looked down first – and when you did you could only see his wrist sticking out between your folds. The sight made you gasp deeply as more and more tremors rushed through your body.

Yet it was when he started moving his fingers inside you, gently unfolding them against your soft flesh, that you cried out and unconsciously jerked your hips against his hand – only making the sensation worse. Tears started streaming down your cheeks and you stared at him pleadingly, tossing against the ropes holding you in place, but he didn't budge. Instead he moved his hand slightly, pushing even deeper, even though you felt as if he was already prodding your cervix with his fingertips.

You had always admired his long, slender fingers and what they could do to you, but you never imagined having his entire hand shoved inside you as if you were a fucking puppet – yet he did move you like one as he started pushing and teasing, each movement of his fingers coaxing either a shrill sound out of you or making your limbs twitch. You felt your stomach tensing up and when he started turning his hand slightly, you completely lost it.

Thrashing about as much as you could against the ropes, you fought against the intrusion with all you had. It was too much, it felt too much, he was filling you up in ways nobody should be filled up, and it got even worse when he began to move his hand in and out in tiny movements, pulling back to his knuckles and sinking back in until his wrist was hugged by your folds again, and you moaned and groaned and whimpered, your body quickly overwhelmed by the sensation.

Your head was spinning and your breaths rapid puffs that didn't get any air into your lungs. Your heart was racing, thundering against your chest, ready to burst right through your ribs while your pelvis felt as if it was cracked open from the inside.

“Please...” you whimpered helplessly, your voice barely a hoarse whisper.

But he kept going, moving his hand faster and faster, and your walls clenched around him, so tight it hurt, and each subtle brush of a finger caused you to moan and shriek, your hips stuttering, and you felt something growing within you that wasn't pleasure. It was panic. Despite the stimulation, you felt as if he would never be able to get his hand back out, how could that possibly work, it didn't seem right, it all felt too tight and narrow, and in your frenzy, you cried out again and again, more and more sweat covering your bare body.

“Sebastian! Please! Get it out!” you shrieked and thrashed your head against the pillow, whining desperately as the tremors jolted through your body. And suddenly he did and it just worked, he slipped out without any problem, and the sudden loss of him felt almost as bad as when he had been inside your tight walls.

You whimpered softly, your hips twitching, your walls still trying to clench back to their normal state. A cold breeze passed over your skin as you lay there, breathing heavily, completely deliriously at this point. You felt him shifting against you and then his hands were on your face and you didn't know if it was the sweat and tears on your cheeks or your own juices coating his fingers. He brushed his lips against yours softly, causing you to open your eyes lazily.

“It's alright,” he whispered soothingly. “It's all good now. You did so well...”

He rewarded you with another soft kiss and you just leaned into it, too exhausted and shaken to deepen it and just grateful for the break. But you somehow knew that he wasn't done with you yet.

“Do you want to feel good again?” he asked you, watching you closely as his breath ghosted your trembling lips. You wanted to tell him that despite the discomfort you had just experienced, you still felt good, the pleasure was coursing through your nerves way more intense than the pain had done. But you couldn't word it, so you just said: “Yes...”

He smiled and gave you a quick peck, before leaning back again, once more settling between your splayed legs. You watched out of tired eyes how he rummaged through the items lying on the bed and you wondered what he would choose next. After having his hand stretching your insides, you felt that nothing could top that, and indeed he didn't go for the biggest item, but the smallest: an egg-shaped thing on a string.

You felt his hand on your stomach, gently caressing your skin and the tension beneath, while his other hand weighed the object carefully, before he put it to your wet folds. It was surprisingly warm and felt almost comforting against your quivering cunt. He moved it through your wetness and then pushed it past your entrance with one swift nudge of his thumb until it disappeared inside, swallowed by your tight warmth. You shivered slightly, unable to react any differently with your body still mainly out of order.

Then you watched him raise the other end of the string and heard him mumble something under his breath – and once he was done, you flinched so badly, you almost jumped off the bed if you weren't tied by your wrists and ankles. Your body convulsed in shock as you felt the little item inside you vibrating vigorously, your walls clenching around it as it seemed to move on its own, its thrumming motion taking it places you had no idea were this sensitive. You moaned and cried, immediately back to being stimulated out of your mind.

Squirming more and more with the little egg lodged inside you, you bucked your hips and this time, Sebastian held you down as he pushed your pelvis into the bed, watching you with dark eyes and a curious gaze, and even in your mind-blowing ecstasy you noticed the red splotches on his cheeks and the hunger plastered all over his freckled face. You weren't able to watch him any longer as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body, the little vibrations strong enough to turn those waves into full-on tsunamis as you tried to float above them, hoping not to drown in the sensations.

All your limbs were twitching, your muscles contracting, your walls clenching and unclenching, your heart ready to burst out of your chest. You could barely breathe any more as you gave up fighting it. Bright lights engulfed you, stars danced behind your eyelids, a familiar weightlessness made you forget all the things that had happened up until this point.

Then you heard his voice and he was leaning close enough to whisper into your ear and more and more shivers ran down your spine. “Squirt for me,” you heard him say and you didn't quite know what he meant at first, but then your body reacted all the same as he put his fingers on your clit and rubbed small circles around it, assisting the little vibrating egg in taking you to never-before-experienced heights – and with a force you couldn't control and a shrill shriek you arched your hips off the bed and your release shot out of you, quickly followed by the egg that would have launched into the room as well if it wasn't for the string he was still holding on to.

You slumped back onto the bed, breathing heavily, too exhausted to even open your eyes. He was kissing your earlobe. “Well done,” he whispered and you moaned softly at the sound of his deep voice. His hand trailed up your body, gently teasing and caressing, before he wrapped it around your throat and brought his mouth to your cheek, lapping at your tears. A whimper escaped you and any further noises were silenced as he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you demandingly, not allowing you to even turn your head away to catch your breath.

You felt light-headed quickly, not even breathing through your nose seemed to help, and yet you didn't care. You were still floating on the aftershocks of your orgasm, whichever it was by now, and if you were perfectly honest, you'd die a very happy girl if this would have been the end.

But of course it wasn't. How could you even think that he would be done with you just yet? Well, you didn't think, you couldn't, there was only static in your head, such blissful nothingness that was only penetrated by the occasional lightning bolt jolting through your system whenever he would push any of your buttons. And you had so many to choose from, every inch of your body felt sensitive right now and those regions that normally were the most sensitive were throbbing violently – and when he would brush them, you'd flinch and moan into his mouth.

His free hand was on your breast again, pinching and rolling your hard nipple, as his fingers tightened more and more around your throat, squeezing until you felt your eyelids fluttering. Gasping deeply, trying to get air into your lungs, you stared at him, your mouth open and your lips sore and swollen and trembling, and he would only release you when your eyes threatened to roll into the back of your head.

“Breathe,” he commanded and you did, taking quick, heavy breaths, almost wheezing as you tried to fill your lungs again. “Easy, easy,” he whispered and gently caressed your bruised throat. “Slow breaths... in... and out...” he gave you the tempo and you slowly fell into his rhythm, watching him closely as you did so.

Calming down eventually, you even managed to give him a soft smile. You saw him lick his lips and stare at your mouth, before he dove in again and kissed you passionately, throwing breathing calmly to the wind immediately. You whimpered quietly as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and pressed it against yours. You could barely reply the motion and so he pulled your tongue between his lips and sucked gently on it, coaxing more sounds out of your throat as you shivered against him.

He was still somewhat hovering above you, propped on one elbow, his body too far away to feel the heat rush through him. You felt the urge to touch him grow bigger and bigger and your hands twitched helplessly in their confines. All you could think about was the need to feel his soft locks between your fingers or his warm skin beneath them or his firm muscles tensing against your touch, you wanted to feel his weight on you, pushing you into the mattress, giving you another reason to become breathless – but none of this was going to happen, because it didn't look like he would untie you anytime soon.

Luckily he kept at least kissing you for quite a while, his lips sucking on yours, his tongue invading your mouth and licking as far as he could reach, and even though your lips felt raw and swollen, you never wanted it to end, in spite (or maybe because) of the lack of oxygen that left you feeling light-headed. When he would lean back, his heavy breaths hit your shivering lips and you opened your eyes to watch him, taking in with a feeling of glee and satisfaction that he was just as breathless as you.

He stared at you with dark eyes and an intensity that made your legs shake, the hunger for you evident in his gaze. Despite the heated kiss, you felt rather relaxed again – and just realizing that seemed to make him move again. He was back between your legs and without warning grabbed your cunt and pushed two fingers inside, quickly curling them inside you as he pushed his thumb against your clit and his fingertips against that sweet spot right beneath – and you immediately arched your hips against the touch and moaned loudly, any thought about being relaxed quickly out of the window once more.

He held you like that for a moment, his hand like a claw around your pleasure points, and just this motion made you shudder and shiver all over again. His free hand moved over his toy collection and he grabbed a particularly big and long one, yet instead of shoving it into your hole, he brought it up to your lips and pushed it against them.

“Open,” he just said, his voice even lower than before. You did so with hesitation, the tip of that thing really bore resemblance to a cock, and when he slipped it past your bruised lips, you whimpered deeply. “Use your tongue,” he commanded and you started moving your tongue around the object as he shoved it in and out of your mouth, the wet noises mixing with the slight squelching of his hand still gripped around your cunt.

Once your saliva coated the soft rubbery surface of the object, he pulled it out and moved it down between your legs and swiftly exchanged his fingers with it as he pushed it past your tight entrance with a little bit of struggle. You moaned and whimpered, squirming against the intrusion, shuddering deeply as he kept going until it was all the way in and barely poking out of you. He left it in there and removed his hand and you watched in growing displeasure how he stood up from the bed and moved one of the curtains aside.

“Hold that for me, will you?” he whispered and gave you a sly smirk. “Don't lose it like the other one, okay?”

You swallowed and nodded quickly, then watched him disappear from your view. You were left alone on the bed, tied to its posts, a thick immobile thing wedged into your centre and you didn't dare move, nor accidentally clench your walls around it in fear of pushing it out like you had done before. Every passing heartbeat made that harder as you felt it stretching you and the thought alone made you want to buck your hips. Gritting your teeth, you stared up at the ceiling and waited.

While you did, other thoughts flooded your clouded mind. Where did he go? Did he leave me here? What if his room mates come back and find me like this? What if... You stopped yourself before that train of thought could become any more horrifying. Sighing deeply, you looked around and noticed the red, raw skin around your wrists and you winced as you moved them. Suddenly you missed being overstimulated out of your mind, it had made everything so much more tolerable.

“Sebastian?” you whispered quietly, despite knowing that he probably wouldn't be able to hear you. More time passed and you didn't know whether it was minutes or hours, it certainly felt too long for comfort.

Just as you were starting to lose your mind over your situation, several things happened at once. The first, most notable thing was the object lodged inside you – it started humming, lowly vibrating, and you gasped sharply. You felt it moving within you and you had the urge to put your hands on it to keep it in – and as you thought that, you felt the pressure on your wrists lessening and then your hands were free.

You didn't really have time to enjoy your new freedom as you quickly moved your shaking hands down and pressed them between your legs, moaning louder as you kept the thrumming thing deep inside you, thrashing your head back as it hit all the sweet spots while your walls clenched tightly around it, its vibrations causing tremors to rush through your entire body.

If only you could press your thighs together as well. You kicked your legs as they started twitching badly and just like what happened to your wrists, the ropes around your ankles loosened – and not a second too soon. As the tension became almost unbearable, you rolled onto your side, your hands firmly pressed onto your wet folds as you clenched your thighs around them and frantically rocked back and forth, moaning loudly as you rode your high and the vibrating object inside you with everything you had and what was given to you.

Wave after wave crashed over you and you whimpered tiredly into the bedding as you curved yourself into the fetal position, still shuddering deeply as the thing never stopped thrumming, yet you couldn't bring yourself to let it go. It felt too good as it filled you up completely, fitting into you so perfectly, an almost familiar feeling as you thought about it.

“Already done with your new toy?” you then heard Sebastian's voice and you looked up almost panicked, because you were without your confines and pleasuring yourself without him being there, but he didn't seem to mind. “I thought you'd like that one...”

You finally saw him at the foot of the bed as he came through the curtain and climbed back onto the bed, his hands on your hips as he gently rolled you around again until you were lying on your back once more. Prying your thighs apart, he then grabbed your hands and rested them on the bed beside you, before he firmly gripped the thrumming toy and pulled it out of you, coaxing a deep moan and several shivers out of you.

As he did so, you saw a thick liquid oozing out of the tip of the object, now really bearing resemblance to a cock – and weirdly enough you suddenly recognized it. “It worked then,” he said quietly and smiled at you. You watched him with a frown before he brought the thing closer to your face, you saw it throbbing and twitching, more and more cum-like substance dripping down its veined shaft.

“Do you like a taste?” he asked – and without hesitation you sat up and raised your shaking hands to cradle the item between your fingers before you gave it a hearty lick. He watched you intently, curiosity back in his warm gaze, yet when your tongue made contact with the toy, you saw him flinching slightly. He took a shuddering breath and licked his lips. “Feels nice,” he whispered.

You stared at him. “You can... feel that?” you asked with your voice hoarse and feeble.

“It's my cock, of course I can feel it,” he said with a chuckle.

Your eyes went wider. “What do you mean, your cock? Did you –” Your gaze wandered to his groin and you heard him laugh.

“No! It's just a simple spell, like a cloning spell with some extra enchantments,” he explained and gently took one of your hands and brought it to the front of his trousers. “See? It's still there,” he said and you could feel his hard length through the fabric – just like you could feel it in your hand, only that it was detached from his body.

Either your mind was still clouded from having too many orgasms or this was both one of the weirdest and yet best ideas you'd ever heard. “Can I... keep it?” you whispered, holding onto the item carefully.

He chuckled deeply. “Only if you keep it well hidden in your dorm room, it is quite sensitive, you know?”

“Is it... always... connected to you?”

“I could lift the spell, but why not live a little dangerously, eh?” he said with a wink. “I trust you won't prank me with it...”

You watched him with your cheeks flushed, his words immediately creating several scenarios how you could use this thing against him – yet in the end your mind always came back to cradling it between your legs when you were alone at night. The thought of having a piece of him with you at all times sounded like a dream. “You can trust me,” you whispered and gave your new favourite toy a soft peck on the head. “I will take good care of it...”

“I'm sure you will,” he said softly and leaned over you to kiss your damp forehead. “How do you feel, by the way?”

You inhaled deeply and watched him, having momentarily suppressed the state of your body. You didn't feel bad, though you just knew that you would be sore for days after having your muscles constantly assaulted like this. Smiling tiredly at him, you said: “I feel good, properly satisfied.”

He narrowed his eyes at that and tilted his head. “Hmm, not what I wanted to hear,” he said with a smirk and in a swift motion he grabbed the toy out of your hand and shoved it back into your cunt without giving you any chance of objection. You moaned deeply and even more so when you saw him inhaling sharply as well. You could only imagine what this must feel like for him.

He then placed his hands on your waist and pushed you slightly up the bed, giving him more room to settle between your legs once more. You saw him waving his wand and out of nowhere came new ropes to wind around your wrists and ankles and tie you back to the bedposts. You squirmed against them, falling into your whining demeanour as you felt your body returning to its overwhelmed and vulnerable condition all over again.

“Sebastian, please...” you whimpered, straining your wrists and bucking your hips, but he only looked at you darkly, pushing lazily against the object wedged between your folds as it started to slip out slightly.

“Please what?” he muttered, chewing on his lips as he watched you.

“I... I want to feel you,” you breathed, barely able to word your needs as the tension started to build up once more. “All of you...”

He smirked at that and tilted his head. When he moved, he pressed his knee right against your centre – and you shrieked in a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure as the toy slipped deeper, pushing right against your cervix, making your head spin, but the sensation was overpowered by his mouth colliding hard with yours as he kissed you deeply, his own moans slipping past his tongue as he forced it into your mouth.

You wanted to throw your arms around his neck and just hold onto him, but all you could manage to do was a weak twitching of your fingers as they sat forgotten in their confines once more. With his thrumming cock-toy deep inside you, his kiss quickly drove you over the edge as well. Moaning and whimpering against him, you bucked your hips into his knee and took whatever little friction it could give you to push you higher and higher.

As your walls fluttered wildly, the tension inside your stomach burst into a million little pieces of light and you saw stars dancing behind your eyelids as you thrashed your head into the pillow. He never stopped kissing you, his mouth holding yours captive and your shared heavy breaths made you both feel light-headed quickly.

Only after your body ceased shuddering would he finally move. You lay on the bed completely spent, breathless and slightly sore, sweat covering your skin and burning in the bruises he had given you, your hair sticking to your forehead, your lips raw and trembling, your cheeks tear-soaked and flushed, and even though you were a mess and barely able to function any more, he was not done with you still.

“There's one more thing I want to try,” he told you and you felt him shifting against you. You heard the rustle of clothes and then you felt his fingers at your entrance, gently prying the object out of the tight grip of your cunt. You whimpered softly, barely fighting anything any more. When it left your throbbing channel, you missed it already, its warmth and thickness had been almost comforting to you.

Yet you didn't have to miss it long as he suddenly pushed the real thing into you and you moaned deeply as your eyes flew open. He had moved your pelvis up and his thighs beneath yours as he knelt between your legs, one hand on your waist as he guided himself deeper, the other gripping the toy firmly. You watched him out of half-lidded eyes, your breath hitching in your throat as it occurred to you what he might be planning.

You squirmed in your restraints, your stomach immediately tensing up even more, as he moved the hand holding the cock-toy closer to where your bodies were connected. Your breaths were shallow, your walls clenching up in anticipation.

He looked at you then, his gaze dark and hungry, his lips trembling slightly. “This will be interesting,” he said quietly and winked at you, then without further warning pushed the head of the toy between your stretched entrance and his length. You cried out and watched him moan deeply, the pressure on your sensitive skin almost as bad as when he had forced his hand inside you, yet the toy was more forgiving and softer than his knuckles and slipped into your tight space surprisingly fast.

The pain and pressure of the double penetration was still there though and you writhed and whimpered, arching your back into the mattress, trying to ease the sensation of two cocks wedged into your tight channel as your sensitive skin strained around them. He seemed to feel almost as overwhelmed as you as he halted his movements and let the toy rest for a while, only having managed to push its crown in. While you wailed quietly, your body shuddering in constant tremors, you held your breath and watched him as he took a few deep breaths before he continued pushing the object further.

You whimpered louder, feeling so full already it was almost painful. You could feel him stretching you more and more and when the toy was fully wedged in there, you felt his body shuddering against yours. His hands found your waist and he gripped it with shaking fingers. Again you wished you could hold onto him, experience this pain together, comfort each other through it, but your hands were still out of order.

“You are so... tight...” you heard him mumble, his voice low and gravelly. “Damn, so fucking tight...” He kept muttering under his breath, breathing loudly through his nose as you watched him, suddenly more interested in watching him than focusing on your own discomfort. It came back to you when he started moving his hips against you.

A shrill shriek escaped you. It wasn't the constant clenching of your walls as he stretched you, it was the strain on your entrance that made you cry out in pain. “Try to... relax...” he urged you through laboured breaths. But you couldn't, it felt impossible to relax in a situation like this. He seemed to realize that and moved one of his hands down to rub at your clit roughly. You wailed and thrashed your head into the pillow, but despite the not so gentle touch it helped in easing the pressure.

As he kept moving against you, the toy and his cock scraping against your walls and each other, you were quickly overwhelmed by the feeling – yet it started to grow on you. Having two of the same thing inside you felt like nothing you had ever felt before, it was both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying to think about, having your cunt stretched like this – then again it was double the sensation you normally had when he filled you with his girth, it was just more of him, you had to remind yourself as he slowly picked up his pace and slammed his hips firmer into yours.

Your moans mixed with his and the vice-like grip of his hands on your waist kept you from squirming too much, forcing you to just feel him moving within you, feel him building up that tension that coiled inside your stomach, feel him pushing himself to his limits for a change. His groans and grunts grew louder and as you focused on him instead of the constant stretch that would drive you insane otherwise, you watched him come undone right in front of you.

You usually didn't get to see him like this as he always pushed you to your limits before he took care of his own pleasure. And as you were just a whimpering mess whenever he would do that, it never gave you the chance to watch him become a mess as well. Even if this meant that his experiment wasn't as pleasurable to you, it seemed to work wonders on him and you revelled in the sight of him.

Now it was his hair that stuck to his damp forehead, his flushed cheeks and his trembling lips as he worked his hips against you, staring down at you in laboured concentration. You wanted to touch him so badly again, run your hands over his cheeks, down his chest, ease his rapid heartbeat with soothing circles of your palms, wipe his hair out of his eyes and dig your fingers through his locks – but alas your hands were –

You moved them and suddenly the ropes were gone. Too surprised to wonder how that happened, you followed the images in your head and moved your hands to lie on his. He looked up equally surprised, too exerted to give you any other facial expression. You slipped your fingers between his, easing his grip on your waist and forcing him to focus on you, and he complied, interlocking his hands with yours as he kept thrusting hard and fast against you.

You bit your lip, still fighting the pain of the sensation, yet with your hands free you were able to feel him more and better, and following a whim, you pulled his hands towards you, causing him to shift against you as he leaned over you.

And suddenly you felt his entire weight on you, knocking all the air out of your lungs as he pushed you into the mattress, which also meant that his cock and the toy slipped even deeper into you, filling you up so badly that a pained scream escaped you. He quickly muffled it by smashing his mouth against yours. You cried soundless tears through his comforting kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you held onto him desperately, hoping it would end soon.

Soon was a relative term because in this new position it seemed easier for him to move. He moaned into your mouth as he fell into a steady rhythm. With the toy wedged between your walls and his cock, he was only able to move his hips in tiny, rapid snaps, yet the constant friction and pressure quickly got him to where he wanted – and surprisingly enough you as well.

As you felt him (and his enchanted toy) twitching inside you, his jerky movements quickening, you felt your walls tightening around both intruders, the tension in your stomach coiling up painfully, but when he gave you that one final thrust, pushing his entire body into it as he buried his balls in your folds, hitting your cervix with eerie precision, you arched your head back and cried out in what could only be pleasure as he had finally managed to push away the pain.

Your muscles contracted and you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands gripping his hair forcefully as you moaned through your release – and at the same time he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close as his entire body shuddered deeply, both of his cocks spilling their seed deep inside of you. His warmth was overwhelming and with double the amount of cum pumping into you, you quickly felt it spilling out – and you didn't ask yourself how anything could fit past the strained skin of your entrance.

Your body seemed to be capable of a lot of things you had never anticipated, as this evening and his consistent experiments had shown you. In your haze you couldn't even remember all the things he had stuffed you and pleasured you with, even though it would probably be your body that would remember more than your clouded mind. With all the strain and pressure it had to endure and the marks and bites he had left on your skin, with how your muscles ached from the constant spasms, you could be lucky if you were able to leave this bed any time soon.

Not that you necessarily wanted that. Lying beneath him, smothered by his body, impaled by his throbbing cocks, you didn't feel the need to be anywhere else. You were with him, double the amount of him even, you could feel him, warm and heavy and comforting, his hair between your fingers and his mouth pressed to yours as he kissed you lazily while both of you came down from your highs slowly.

His breaths eased against you and your own shuddering ebbed away, but only until he shifted on top of you again, causing you to wince. You grabbed his face and looked at him. “Don't move,” you whispered.

He raised his eyebrows. “Doesn't this hurt you?”

“It's a good hurt,” you replied quietly, which earned you a shaking of his head and a frantic kiss.

“You shouldn't be in pain like this,” he breathed against your lips. “I never meant to... cause you pain...”

“I know you didn't,” you said softly, your thumbs caressing his flushed cheeks. “But it's okay. I can handle it.” You chuckled softly. “If your experiments have shown you anything then it's that I can definitely handle whatever you throw my way.”

He smiled almost shyly. “You certainly did, I am really impressed,” he whispered, pushing his lips to yours once more. “And I am... grateful that you indulge me like this... that's not something anyone would do.”

“Well, I'm not anyone, I'm your person, and like I told you many times before: you can do anything to me.”

He chuckled at your words. “Careful what you wish for, love,” he teased and kissed your cheek, before he started moving against you once more.

You fought the urge to cry out and pressed your lips together, breathing loudly through your nose. He watched you, yet he continued to shift his hips back and slowly pulled out of the tight fit of your cunt. When the pressure lessened almost immediately once at least one of him was out, you inhaled deeply, then watched with your heart thundering inside your chest how he poked at the toy still lodged in your clenching walls.

He leaned back on his knees, his fingers pushing past the mess he had left inside you to retrieve the object, but your walls didn't seem to want to part from it just yet. “Help me out a little?” he asked quietly and with a smirk, and you complied, albeit reluctantly, bucking your hips upwards and deliberately clenching and unclenching to push the toy out.

But it wouldn't budge. “Just... leave it in,” you suggested with your cheeks burning.

“I don't think that's a good idea,” he said a little breathlessly, still prodding his fingers into you but he only seemed to push it further in.

“Perhaps I don't want to let go yet,” you whispered. “Perhaps I want to keep that part of you with me...”

He stared at you and blinked slowly, before he looked down at his seed seeping out of your hole. More or less reluctantly he stilled his attempts of pulling the toy out and leaned back more, inhaling deeply. As he still considered your words, he turned to your ankles and freed them from the rope with a flick of his finger. You remained lying there, motionless, with only the occasional twitch jolting through your thighs.

“That... might be the sweetest and the most perverted thing you ever said,” he eventually replied and there was a sly glint in his dark eyes. You laughed at that and reached your arms out to him, beckoning him closer. As he lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms, he chuckled. “And I thought I was the pervert here...”

“You still are,” you said and smirked at him as you snuggled against him. “But I fear that you had a bad influence on me.”

“Oh certainly,” he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, his hand trailing over the marks and bruises he had left on your skin. “And I might regret giving you this toy after all...”

“Aww, but why? I told you I'll take good care of it. I'll keep it warm and cosy and carry it with me everywhere –” you started until his look of surprise and indignation caused you to laugh out loud. “What? You don't believe me? Just imagine it for a moment: as I walk through the hallways, hurrying to my next class, I'll always have you with me, wedged inside, my walls embracing you lovingly. Sitting might be interesting, but I'm certainly up for the challenge.”

“Alright, now that is the most perverted thing you ever said!” he exclaimed and shook his head, kissing your jaw. “And I don't believe a word you're saying, you won't even make out with me in public!”

“That's not true, I made out with you in public countless times, I just don't want anyone else to see my pussy, okay? You have it easy with that convenient flap in your breeches while I have to expose myself to everyone around – and I really don't want to scar a first-year for life, you know?”

He chuckled deeply, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through you. “But traversing the halls with my cock wedged between your legs is okay?”

“Well, it's just your cock, not as conspicuous as if your whole body would be attached to it,” you smirked. “Easy to hide under my skirt.”

He groaned as you shifted your hips, your walls clenching tightly around the aforementioned toy. “Oh what have I done?” he mumbled and sighed deeply.

“Created a monster,” you whispered and leaned closer to kiss him softly, chuckling against him.

End notes:

And on that last sentence let me tell you that this motherfucker of a pixel boy truly created a monster in me – I mean look at all the smut I've written, each piece more and more deranged I feel like. Don't get me wrong, I feel very lucky to have this constant muse around me and I've certainly written more in these last months than I've written in literally more than a decade so I am very grateful for that!

But come on, how am I supposed to go back to writing fluff? Just fluff? I don't think I can go back to that. And I hope that you, dear reader, won't mind the filth I'm producing. This fandom is a constant source of inspiration and my outlet for things I never even considered letting out before, but here we are, writing smut after smut.

So Kinktober continues, even though I've already put so many different kinks into the three pieces I wrote for it, but I'm sure I'll find more to explore soon. You just wait, my mind is a deep and dirty well of even dirtier ideas.

[ masterlist ]

Previous Kinktober submissions:

Pleasant dreams... and tentacles (somnophilia, tentacles)

It is that time again (breeding kink)

The horny ghost (voyeurism, masturbation, spectrophilia)

It belongs to me (deepthroating, semi-public)

A Filthy Fantasy (1/2) (cnc, bondage, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial)

A Filthy Fantasy (2/2) (threesome, oral/vaginal/anal)

[dragonmama76]

Working on part 2 of Beginnings, but until then here’s a small interlude. You can read the first bit here Part One

“Are you excited to start high school?” Steve feels like every lame adult he’s ever known, but he’s been wanting to have this conversation for a while now, preferably before his gang of nerds walk unprepared into his alma mater.

“I mean, sure.” Dustin says. “They have an amazing media lab and the AP science teachers are supposed to be really good. It’s never too early to think about college! Uh, sorry Steve.”

“Alright, shut it. If I had a brain like yours maybe I’d be in college now.” Steve rolls his eyes affectionately.

“And I heard Nancy say there’s an after-school club for D&D, so that might be okay. I mean, it won’t be as good without Will there but…” Mike trails off, a frown settling on his face.

“Yeah, okay I guess your demons and dingbats thing could be good.” Steve feels vaguely uneasy. Something to do with that club...it probably doesn't matter.

“Well, I’m also trying out for the basketball team.” Lucas adds softly.

“My man!!” Steve grins and holds his hand up for a high five. “I’m around if you want to get some practice in before tryouts. And I've got an in with the coach if you want me to put in a good word for you.”

“Nice! I'm always up for more practice!" Lucas grins back matching Steve's enthusiasm.

"And nepotism," retorts Dustin.

"Okay, brain boy. I don't know what that is, but it sounds gross and we don't have it." Steve smirks and cocks his head before remembering this was supposed to be a serious conversation.

"Anyway...I just wanted to talk to you guys about sticking together and always having each-other's backs." Steve starts and Dustin, of course interrupts, "Obviously, Steve. Who do you think we are?"

"No, man, I know. It's just that it can be pretty intimidating and the bullying can be...more intense than what you're used to in Middle School." Steve conceeds.

"Like you'd know anything about being bullied!" snorts Mike, "You were the bully."

"Uh...well." Steve doesn't want to scare the kids, but he does want them to be prepared. "I was kind of an asshole for a while..."

"Ya think?" Dustin chimes in.

"Shut up and let me talk!" Steve says in his best mom voice. "I had to learn to be harder in school. My freshman year this older kid made me his target and it was pretty awful. It got so bad I didn't even want to go to school half the time."

"That really sucks, man." Lucas gives Steve a supportive look.

"Aw, what, did he call you names? Make fun of your hair?" Mike sneers. He can't help but run his mouth sometimes. He likes Steve well enough, but not like Dustin and Lucas do and he can't stand how they worship him sometimes. Steve isn't that great.

"Dude. He pulled a knife on me for like, no reason. I was fourteen."

"Woah" Dustin just exhales. "So like, is high school....dangerous?" All three boys are seriously paying attention now, eyes wide.

"Nah, not normally. Anyway, it got better once I was deep in with the guys on the basketball team. So I'm just saying. Find a group that has your back. And you guys look out for other kids too, all right? And tell ME if anyone bothers you. I've got a bat that can sort them out."

"Dude....you can't just nailbat a teenager." Dustin snorts.

"I dunno, squirt," Steve ruffles Dustin's hair and he yelps ducking away, "If I find out anyone is messing with you guys....well, maybe not the nail bat, but just...promise to tell me okay? I don't want anyone of you going through what I did."

"We promise." They all chime dutifully.

"Hellfire!" Mike shouts as they all turn to look at him like he's got three heads. "What?" he says, "That's the name of the club."

"Hellfire." Steve mutters. Why does that name make his stomach hurt? He'll probably remember later. Meanwhile he's glad his twerps are going to have a good support system when they start school.

Read Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Tag list (ask if you want to be tagged for the full part 2) @swimmingbirdrunningrock @phirex22 @lilpomelito @thaliaisalesbian

[lunamochii]

ageup!Lo’ak&Neteyam x fem!human reader

Their first time seeing you in a bikini, obviously they were taken back. Seeing you without you usual clothes, seeing your skin. It made them feel something. Throughout their life they are surrounded by omatikaya women but you… you’re different.

content warning; just a little intimate moment, implied threesome.

Lo’ak told you that at the end of the forest there’s a ocean. He knows you love the sea, you always mention it. Him and his brother always listen to your rambling that the river isn’t enough for you

“Who do you want to ride with?”

Neteyam ask as he form tsaheylu with his ikran, he heard Lo’ak scoff

“Obviously me, right ma Y/N?”

The older one rolled his eyes and they turn to look at you who is still checking your bag, Lo’ak instructed his ikran to nudge you to get your attention

“Oh! Sorry guys, Just making sure I bring the exact clothes I’ll be wearing! Can I ride with you Lo’ak?”

The younger one smirk and cheered sticking his tongue out towards his brother. Neteyam just scoff ignoring his brother. Lo’ak help you get on, placing his big hand against your stomach as the three of you took off

The moment you got off, you ran through the sand if not for the mask you’re wearing, you would have love to feel the sea water on your face. You were full of envy when Spider, your so called brother, told you that he once went to the ocean with Lo’ak knowing you’ve always loves to see it. It was introduced to you when Max was teaching about you things, not your fault for growing up here in Pandora. Well, the story Norm told you about ‘Earth’ and how that’s where you and Spider supposed to live, you didn’t really like the thought of it. You love it here, more peaceful and everything never fail to amaze you.

Plus you have Lo’ak and Neteyam. What’s there to ask for more?

“Hey! You two turn around! I’m gonna go change”

“Please, we are used to seeing women now”

Lo’ak reasoned but you just raised your eyebrows at him, you smirk and started unbuttoning your polo. You stare at the two of them and they were looking at you intently

“If stares could kill, I will be laying dead now.”

“Tsk. Just get it done”

Lo’ak responded and went to sit on a rock as he averted his gaze to the sand. Watching little crabs crawl. As for Neteyam, his eyes never left you. He watch you as you took off your polo and revealing a black cloth, good enough to cover your chest and then his eyes followed your hands when you took off your shorts, his eyes went back up and saw you now only wearing a black underwear

“W-What are you wearing?” He manage to blurt out

“Hm? This is called bikini! I found it from Norm’s magazine! I decided to make this since it will be easier to swim in these”

After putting your clothes on your back, you moved the little box which helped you breath through your mask. You jog up towards Lo’ak and put your hands on his lap and he immediately look at you. His jaw dropping

“Do you like it?! I know you like it!”

You beam and Lo’ak rolled his eyes as he lifted you up effortlessly and settling you on his lap, you blush feeling how your bodies are close together

“You look sexy, wouldn’t want anyone see you in this. This is for our eyes only.”

Lo’ak whispered on your ear and kiss you on your neck, you felt other hand wrapping around your waist and place a kiss on your shoulder

“Yeah, your too pretty and sexy to be seen by them.”

You almost let out a moan when Neteyam suck on your skin. If you let this go on, you will end up on their own pace again!

“Guys! Please! Can we enjoy the ocean first? Isn’t that why we went here?”

Lo’ak and Neteyam look at each other and bursted to laughter as Neteyam hoisted you up and place you on his shoulders, your legs dangling at each side of his shoulders. He scream before running towards the water with Lo’ak following behind and laughing

Well, they have to let you have this day to you. You were practically worshiping their cock days ago, begging that they would take you here and who are they to deny their woman’s needs? A good girl like you deserves a good reward.

[luvzpagie]

juju fluff?

LATE NIGHT — J.W

𝜗𝜚 ➵ this is so short i’m exhausted yall

“baby! you said you were gonna go easy” a small pout on your face formed. it was around one in the morning, and you had come with juju do her late night “workout”.

which turned into a mini game against each other, obviously she had the upper hand in this one, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from at least trying to win!

“i am, maybe you just suck” juju said while sticking her tongue out at you.

you put your hand over your chest, gasping like you took offense to her words. “you literally have an advantage, you like do this living” you whined, ju just shrugged.

you playfully snatched the ball from her, dribbling it a couple times.

you get in position to shoot the ball, you jump up to shoot but before it could get any farther..

“get that shit outta here” your girlfriend yells as she blocks the ball.

you rolled eyes as your pout got bigger, you crossed your arms as you started to walk out the court.

“i’m done” you huffed.

you hear juju calling out your name, you ignore her and proceed to leaving.

“oh my gosh- she can’t be serious” juju mumbled to herself, going after you.

“don’t be a sore loser baby” she jogged up behind you grabbing your arm, turning you around before you could walk out, juju’s hands landed on your waist pulling you in for a kiss.

“there? does that make you feeling better for losing”

you look at her as a smile starts to creep on your face, as you tilt your head.

“i mean i guess.. maybe another one would me feel even better”.

[ghosttotheparty]

exhibit a (detective mongomery)

ao3 more songwriter!eddie can be found here more songwriting/poetry; mildly nsfw bc eddie is eddie

***

Jeff has a theory.

Gareth agrees with the theory, though he's less confident about it, and Ian disagrees, though he's expressed that there's a chance Jeff may be right.

The theory is that Eddie fucking Munson has a boyfriend.

And Jeff has evidence.

EXHIBIT A: THE RING

Jeff notices that one of Eddie's rings is missing one day.

Granted, it's not the most concrete of evidence, because Eddie is Eddie, so Jeff assumes that he forgot it. Dropped it between his bed and his bedside table and just couldn't be assed to fish it out or to move his furniture. Maybe he was fidgeting with it in the car and dropped it to the ground and forgot about it by the time he got to Gareth's.

So he doesn't say anything.

But the next time he sees him, he isn't wearing it again.

So maybe he dropped it in a crack in a porch and couldn't reach it.

But if that were the case, Jeff feels like Eddie would have complained about it by now. Eddie once proclaimed that bitching is one of his favorite hobbies, along with getting stoned and sucking dick (at the same time or not, which he clarified after Ian questioned it), and the last time he misplaced a ring, he wouldn't shut up about it for three days until Wayne found it in the laundry basket. But maybe Eddie is just maturing. (Hah.)

They're in Jeff's living room, bantering and fucking around, the music from Jeff's record player low so they can hear each other, and as Eddie is watching Gareth and Ian bicker like he's watching a tennis match (not that he'd ever watch a tennis match), looking back and forth and back and forth, Jeff sees him reach for his ring finger, fingers poised to twist it around the way he usually does. The ring isn't there, obviously, and Eddie glances down like he's forgotten, and then a brief smile flashes across his face for a moment before he looks up and shouts that Ian is right, and Gareth, shut the fuck up.

And Jeff wonders.

EXHIBIT B: THE BASKETBALL

Eddie and Wayne live in a new apartment in town. (New being relative. It's a little run-down, with creaky floors and squeaky doors, but it's new to them.) Eddie's room is smaller than it was in the trailer, but Wayne has his own room in the apartment now, with an actual bed instead of a pull-out sofa.

Eddie's room is practically the same. Messy and covered in posters and tapestries and cut-out photos from magazines. His desk is covered in D&D pamphlets and character sheets, messy sketches of characters that he started and forgot about, uncapped pens and markers that must be dry by now. There are clothes covering the floor, hiding the fuzzy rug, and the blankets of his bed are always cast aside, almost falling off the bed because apparently Eddie throws them aside in the morning (or afternoon, depending on the day).

Eddie is searching for the weed he was supposed to bring to Ian's, and Jeff is waiting, leaning against the doorframe, watching as he rummages through some drawers.

"I swear I have it."

"I believe you," Jeff says dryly. "There's gotta be weed in here somewhere." Eddie shoots him a look, sticking out his tongue. He keeps rambling, I thought I fucking put it in here, I don't know how I get all these drawers confused, there aren't even that many, Jesus Christ, and Jeff looks around the room. There's a new poster of Bowie on the wall near his window. Jeff eyes it. It's not really Eddie's style, but Jeff's heard Eddie talk about how hot he is.

He looks at his blankets as Eddie rummages through another drawer. His bed wasn't raised when they were in the trailer, but he has a new bedframe, and now he has boxes and bags and a pizza box and... Is that a basketball?

Jeff looks at Eddie, who has his back to him, groaning as he tosses things aside onto the floor, and he steps to the side, tilting his head to see the orange ball that's partially hidden by a striped blanket that's falling off the bed. Jeff raises an eyebrow.

Eddie Munson has never voluntarily played a sport in his life. Jeff knows it. Gareth and Ian know it. The queen of England knows it. There is no reason for there to be a basketball in his bedroom. Unless it's someone else's. Someone he hasn't mentioned to them.

"Got it!"

Eddie stands, holding up the baggie triumphantly, grinning as he turns to Jeff.

"You really to stop losing illicit substances."

"'S fine," Eddie says, swaying to turn off the light. Jeff glances at the basketball one more time before following him out of the room.

"You're gonna get in trouble one of these days."

"Nah," Eddie says easily, still grinning, and he turns to face Jeff, walking backwards and spreading his arms like a challenge. "I'm immune, baby."

Jeff rolls his eyes, fighting a smile.

"What have I said about calling me baby?"

"Oh my god, it's a general term, I'm not calling you baby, it's just--"

EXHIBIT C: THE EXCUSES

"I forgot I need to help Wayne sort out some boxes before he leaves for work," Eddie says, swinging his guitar over his back. He's still a little out of breath, his hair falling from where it's tied up, exposing the scar around his neck. He won't talk about it. They don't ask. "I'll see you guys later."

"You guys aren't done unpacking?" Gareth asks before he guzzles some water.

"You know Wayne," Eddie says. "He'd put off unpacking for five more years if I didn't volunteer to help."

He's cheerful, going around and smacking loud kisses to their cheeks. Ian grins when he gets to him. He's always liked the affection that Eddie gives out so freely.

"Have you noticed he's been doing that a lot lately?" Ian asks as Eddie's van is pulling out of Gareth's driveway. Eddie rolls his window down and flips them the bird. They do it back. He cackles.

"God, yes," Jeff says, grateful he's not the only one.

"Doing what?" Gareth asks.

"'I have to help Wayne unpack,'" Ian repeats. "'I said I'd help old man Cooper fix his A/C. Henderson needs a ride to an appointment. Little Sinclair is going to the salon and her mom can't take her.'"

Gareth stares at him.

"How can you remember that all word for word but you don't remember when my birthday is?"

"...July--"

"No."

"Fuck. I don't know, my brain's weird. Anyway, he's been doing it a lot lately."

"Yeah," Jeff says, smiling after watching the interaction. (Gareth's birthday is in June.) "I mean, it's not like it's every time we hang out, so I'm not, like, offended or anything, but it's more often than he used to."

Gareth pauses as he spins his drumsticks, holding the door open for them to go inside.

"Do you think it has to do with... everything?"

Everything is code for Eddie going missing and being framed for three murders.

"I don't know," Jeff sighs, swinging open the fridge and finding a bottle of soda before he passes it to Ian. "He seems to have actual stuff to do, like with Erica and Dustin, but if he is lying, I mean... He's gotta have a reason to, right?"

Ian cracks open the soda, leaning against the counter.

"And if it has to do with everything, then, like... I don't know. I don't wanna, like. Pry."

"Yeah," Gareth says.

Jeff agrees. Eddie's been keeping quiet about the whole thing ever since he got discharged from the hospital. He's lost his memory, doesn't remember a lot of what happened, but they've seen him get lost in space, seen him breathe so shallowly it barely looks like he's breathing at all. These episodes (Jeff doesn't know what else to call them) sometimes last a few minutes. The first one was after they played Master of Puppets together for the first time. Eddie had learned it himself on guitar, but when they played it all together in Gareth's garage, he played for about fifteen seconds before he stopped abruptly, his eyes wide and trained on some spot on the ground. It scared the shit out of all of them.

He snapped out of it after a minute, blinking and startling and looking around at them gathered around them, and he was suddenly pale and shivering and holding his side like he had a cramp from running, and when they worriedly asked what happened, he just said in a rough voice I don't really like that song. He left after Jeff forced a bottle of water into his hands.

He's covered in scars. He has a skin graft on his chest, and when they asked about it, about what the fuck is going on? he just shrugged and said, "You know how much I paid for that zombie head?" in reference to the tattoo that's mostly covered in scar tissue now.

He doesn't want to tell. So they don't ask.

"Do you guys think..." Jeff hesitates, sipping his own soda, hopping up on the counter next to where Ian is leaning. "Do you guys think he might be seeing someone?"

They blink at him.

"Why the fuck would we think he might be seeing someone?" Ian asks, almost smiling.

"He..." Jeff hesitates again, realising how dumb the ring and basketball seem. Eddie loses shit. Maybe he forgot. Lucas plays basketball, and Jeff knows he and Eddie are pretty close now. Maybe he just convinced Eddie to help him practice. "I don't know."

But Gareth is nodding, staring at the ground, frowning.

"No, I can see that."

"You can?" Ian says.

"I mean, he's probably not, but it kinda makes sense. He's been ditching more lately, he's all smiley all the time. Et cetera."

"I don't know," Ian says, grimacing, but Jeff nods.

"He's smiling so much," he says, pointing at Gareth with his bottle. "Especially, like, in the past few weeks."

"Right?"

"Maybe he's just recovering," Ian says.

Oh.

Gareth and Jeff look at each other, wincing.

"Maybe."

"Maybe."

EXHIBIT D: THE HUMMING

Jeff leans back in his desk chair, lifting his legs up onto his desk, pulling his comic book closer to his face. He should probably get his eyes checked.

Eddie is laying upside down on Jeff's bed, his head hanging off as he draws in a notebook. (Jeff's never understood how he does it; his head hanging off the edge of the bed, holding up a notebook in front of his face, drawing without a care in the world.) It's quiet.

Jeff flips the page of his comic book, careful not to bend the pages, but as he's looking at the first panel, he hears the distinct, low rumble of Eddie's voice. He looks up, thinking for a split second that Eddie is speaking to him, but he's just humming. He does that a lot. He doesn't even notice himself doing it.

Jeff looks back at the comic book, listening, but he pauses again, looking up at the wall in front of himself as he furrows his brows, listening closer until he recognizes the song. He doesn't know the name of it, but he's pretty sure it's by Tears for Fears.

Tears for fucking fears.

Jeff looks at Eddie, who's still drawing, the notebook wavering as he looks at it, and after another minute, he moves, rolling over and shifting to lay on his stomach, setting the notebook down in front of himself. His brows are furrowed in focus, lips pouting a little bit, but he doesn't stop humming, and Jeff narrows his eyes.

He doesn't know anyone that listens to Tears for Fears. Maybe Dustin, but Eddie would probably, definitely tell him to shut it off because he has a musical superiority complex. (Jeff has no idea what Lucas listens to, and Mike probably listens to the same stuff as Eddie. Ian and Gareth both like rock and metal, and Erica probably listens to Cyndi Lauper or something.)

But here Eddie is, about a minute into a Tears for Fears song that Jeff can't even name, humming softly, happily to himself.

And Jeff wonders who the fuck Eddie is allowing to listen to, is tolerating listening to, Tears for Fears in Eddie's presence. And often enough that Eddie apparently knows the words.

It happens again the next week while they're all at Gareth's house, sitting in the kitchen and helping Gareth's mom make dinner. Jeff is peeling carrots, passing them to Eddie to chop, and Mrs Emerson's radio is playing, sitting on the windowsill. It's just on some Top 40s type station, which Eddie tolerates for Mrs Emerson because she tolerates their band practice in her garage.

The song fades out and there's a moment of quiet static, accompanied by Eddie's knife on the cutting board, the smooth sounds of the peeler, the clinking of the dishes that Gareth is putting away, the clicking of the stove turning on as Ian follows Mrs Emerson's directions. The next song starts, and Jeff passes the naked carrot to Eddie, pushing the peels to the side where he's collecting them to give to Gareth's dog.

He pauses the peeling when he hears Eddie's low hum, under his breath, and he stares at the carrot, listening before he slowly turns to look at him. He's just chopping the carrots, as easily as he always does, scooping them onto the knife and pouring them into the salad bowl next to him, humming and humming.

His voice is lower than the singer's voice, and it harmonizes nicely, but Jeff doesn't know what to think.

He glances over his shoulder across the kitchen, catching Ian's eye as he's mixing something in a bowl, also frozen and staring at Eddie.

Toto? Ian mouths at Jeff, looking more confused than he's ever looked, and Jeff shrugs, wide-eyed. Gareth leans up next to Ian, staring at Eddie's back intently before he looks at Jeff and mouths What the fuck?

Jeff shrugs again.

They don't say anything.

Eddie never notices that he's humming.

Jeff can't stop thinking about it, about what kind of person Eddie would listen to pop music for. He has a boyfriend. There's no way it can be anyone else.

EXHIBIT E: THE SONG LYRICS

Eddie is the main songwriter of the band. They all trust him with it all, and add their own bits and pieces when they play all together, like a drum solo for Gareth, and his lyrics changed a bit when he came back after everything.

His words were more intense, less literal. One lyric sings about the sky turning red, and the silhouettes of monsters. One song was called Batshit, about demon bats with steak knife tails. One sings about a girl with curly hair and a sawed-off shotgun, and another girl with vodka bottles and a lighter.

Save the world, save my life, Get your guns, I'll get my knife. Cut the shit, ignore the scythe And blow that shit to pieces

He sings about carnivorous flowers and flickering lights, about floating girls and broken bones, about blood-stained ceilings and sneakers and a bottomless lake.

Oh, it's a nightmare I'm living God, the world's flipped inside out There's spiders in my veins I feed them coffee and self-doubt

And then after a while, the vibes shift. He still sings about it all, about the fantasy, nightmarish world that comes up time and time again, but then he shows up with lyrics about a boy.

A boy. No one by name, or by description, almost just the idea of a boy rather than an actual one. When they ask who the lyrics are about, he gives them a Who knows? shrug, and Jeff's suspicions might as well be confirmed.

Some are sexual, very Eddie-esque, about lungs filled with smoke and mouths filled with cock, about the taste of sin on his tongue and hair tangled in rings. About being roughed up and cuffed up, the bite of metal around wrists, about being watched and known. Something about if they knew what we knew, they wouldn't care at all.

Others are sweeter, which just confirms Jeff's suspicions even more. Some sing about soft hair and sparkly eyes, about going stargazing by staring at his skin.

Kiss me 'til I'm flushed all red I wanna be your favorite color, baby

Eddie smiles while they go through the lyrics all together, his cheeks pink, but they still don't say anything.

EXHIBIT F: THE HICKEY

"Afternoon, fellas," Eddie says brightly, hopping into the room, dropping his bag on the ground next to where Ian is sitting and headbutting him affectionately. Ian beams. "How we doing?"

They talk as he gets sorted, finding his place on Gareth's bed between Ian and Gareth, laying on his back so his head is hanging over the edge, upside down, his hair falling. It almost touches the ground. He laughs at something Gareth says, but Jeff doesn't hear it, because from where he's sitting he has the perfect view of Eddie's neck.

Hence he has the perfect view of the purplish-red bruise above the collar of his t-shirt, and Jeff finally can't stop himself.

"Eddie."

"Hm?"

He turns his head to look at him, and the second their eyes meet, Jeff knows he knows. Eddie's eyes widen, and he slowly reaches to his shirt collar, pulling it up (down?) so it covers the bruise.

"Is there something you want to share with us?"

"...No?"

"What's going on?" Gareth asks, watching them.

"Eddie has a hickey."

"Jeff!"

"You wore a loose t-shirt, did you think we weren't gonna see it?"

Eddie just groans obnoxiously, throwing his arms up to cover his face, and Jeff grins when he sees how red he is. Ian laughs, reaching out to poke at his legs, ignoring the way Eddie is kicking at him.

"Eddie-e-e," Gareth sings. "Who is it?"

"It's no one, fuck off."

"Edmund. Edward. Eduardo."

"Oh my god."

He pushes himself to sit up, avoiding their eyes, and he sits at the edge of the bed, turning a little to make sure Jeff can see him too.

"Okay," he says, huffing. "I..."

"Who is it?" Gareth prompts. Jeff is beaming. He loves being right.

"I can't... I can't give you a name, he's not... out." Eddie's looking down at his lap.

"Okay," Gareth says, still waiting. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"...Yeah."

"Is he the reason you listen to Toto and shit now?" Jeff says, and Eddie looks up at him, his hair flying.

"I don't listen to Toto and shit," he says defensively. "He listens to Toto and shit and I allow it because I love him--"

Ian and Gareth let out identical shouts, and Jeff's eyes and grin widen. Eddie turns redder, rolling his eyes to the ceiling and covering his face.

"You love him?" Gareth says loudly, reaching out to rustle his hair. "Love?"

"Shut up," Eddie groans, but he's starting to smile under his hands as they all laugh.

"Why?" Ian asks.

"Why do I love him?"

"Yeah."

Eddie sighs heavily, rolling over the edge of the bed and falling to the ground with a heavy thud that makes them laugh again. He lies on his back, laying starfished on the ground and looking at the ceiling, eyes wide and dreamy.

"He's just... He's so great. He's beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. And funny as hell, even though he doesn't even try to be. And he's... kind. Like really, genuinely kind, and-- and selfless. He loves his friends, he'd do anything for them." He pauses, his smile faltering for a moment, tilting his head. "He makes me feel safe."

They're all quiet. Eddie hasn't gushed about any of his crushes in ages, not since Steve Harrington graduated. (And, God, wasn't that a time. Eddie was bitter about it, about how much he liked him, but every time someone brought him up, Eddie would turn into a blushing, smiling mess. Embarrassing.)

"Was he involved in everything?" Ian asks softly, and Eddie swallows, blinking at the ceiling, his face going a little blank. That happens every time it comes up. Everything. He'll zone out or look distant, and his voice will become a little empty in a way that makes Jeff feel sick.

"Yeah," Eddie says, blinking again. He takes a deep breath, and he looks like he's trying to stay there, in his body. "He's... He's the reason I'm alive."

They're quiet.

"Shit," Gareth says succinctly.

"Yeah."

"He's good to you?" Jeff asks.

Eddie sighs, smiling again.

"He's so good to me. He listens to me talk nonstop about D&D and shit even though he doesn't know anything about it, and he asks me questions, and he shows me stuff that he likes and he always looks so excited that I just... Like. Can't help but like it too."

"Is the basketball his?"

Eddie lifts his head, squinting at him.

"You saw that?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, it's his."

"Did you give him your ring?"

"Jesus, are you a fucking detective?"

Jeff grins. Eddie lays his head back down.

"Yeah, I gave it to him."

"Wait," Gareth says, leaning over the edge of the bed, looking at Eddie. "I didn't see the hickey, lemme see."

"Absolutely not."

"Lemme see-e-e..."

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It's Friday night at the Hideout. They've been getting bigger crowds since Eddie's charges were dropped, metalheads and weirdos coming from across the state to see Eddie Munson live on stage, with his wild hair and scarred neck.

They're nearing the end of their setlist, pausing to drink water, grinning and laughing across the stage. Eddie is having a blast. He hasn't stopped beaming, even as he sings about hell and a house on fire. Jeff wonders if his face is sore from smiling.

The next song is called Midas. Jeff assumes it's about Eddie's boyfriend. It's heavy, bold and screamy. It makes Eddie's voice rough, but he doesn't seem to care at all.

Would you let me kneel at your feet and press my lips to your ring? Would it bring you a spark of joy? Will your smile make the clouds sing?

Jeff looks into the crowd, squinting in the blinding fluorescent lights, and he feels fucking alive here, like the music is coursing through his veins, like every shout from the crowd is rejuvenating him. His eyes scan the front row, looking at the girls with dark makeup and the boys will long hair, at the leather jackets and denim vests and pins that flash under the lights and-- Is that Steve fucking Harrington?

Jeff almost falters, but he looks away from the boy, keeps playing, pretends he isn't there, but he can't help but look back by the next verse, his propped up as he plays. It sure looks like Harrington, complete with the floppy hair, but there's no way Steve Harrington is in the front row of a metal show, wearing a battle vest and smiling. The lights are flashing, running over the crowd like water, and Jeff can't see clearly, and it can't be.

My man with his holy touch Won't you turn my heart to gold? Press your hands into my chest My heart is yours to hold

Eddie's voice is breaking, and Jeff glances at him, curious if he's seen the Steve look-alike in the front row, the Steve look-alike that seems to be beaming up at him, wide-eyed, but Eddie's eyes are squeezed shut as he sings and strums his guitar.

Take my hand baby, make me yours My beautiful king Midas They'll tell us gold's a sin, but They can't stop what's inside us

Jeff's ears are ringing when it's all over, when they get off the stage to talk with some people. (It feels weird to call them fans. They aren't fans, Corroded Coffin isn't big enough to have fans.) Some people that work at the Hideout are moving the equipment, taking the drums and guitars and amps, and Jeff is sitting at the edge of the stage, talking with a girl that sat toward the back of the bar. She's holding a beer bottle, and she has a beautiful smile, but even as she talks to him, he can't help but realise that Eddie is nowhere in sight.

So he excuses himself politely, slipping past her and finding his way backstage, looking around until he opens a door, and Eddie has his back to the wall, holding a boy against himself. A boy with bare, scar-covered arms, wearing a denim vest, with floppy brown hair that's twisted around Eddie's fingers as Eddie groans loudly because the boy is slipping a leg between Eddie's, and it's nearly filthy, the sounds they're making, because they're licking into each other's mouths, groaning and whining and murmuring and Jeff can't look away.

"Fuck, Stevie," Eddie chokes as the boy buries his face in Eddie's neck, and--

"Oh my god."

Eddie and Steve part with startled shouts, detaching and stumbling as they both flush red and look at Jeff with wide eyes.

"Jeff, why?" Eddie says loudly, breathing hard.

"Uh." He blinks. "You're the one making out in a public place."

"Oh, Jesus." Eddie bends over, taking a deep breath, groaning. Steve is staring at Jeff, wide-eyed and terrified, and Jeff takes a moment to take him in. He's wearing eyeliner, smudged and dark around his eyes (sparkly eyes), and his hair is touselled, longer than it was in high school. He's wearing a black shirt under the battle best, and oh, that's Eddie's vest. His jeans are light blue and fitted, and his hands are shaking, and he has the same scar around his neck that Eddie has. Jeff's body is consumed with curiosity and confusion, but it doesn't matter, because Steve is shaking, and Eddie is taking his hand, squeezing.

"Jeff, can you keep your mouth shut about this?" Eddie asks, his eyes imploring, begging, and Jeff nods.

"I saw nothing," he says. "I don't even know where I am, I was just trying to find the bathroom."

Steve cracks a smile, and he's totally Eddie's type.

"Oh," Jeff says, blinking. "King Midas."

Steve's cheeks flush with color again, and Jeff says, "Oh, right, sorry," before he turns on his heal and walks out.

"Where'd you go?" Ian asks when he gets out to Eddie's van.

"Bathroom."

"Where's Eddie?"

"No idea, I couldn't find him. Dumbass probably got lost."

He's always been good at lying.

Eddie comes out after another ten minutes, looking a little touseled but no more so than he does after most gigs. He apologizes, and jokes that he got lost, and Gareth and Ian laugh. Eddie hops in the front seat, asks if they want to go to his place for drinks, and they all say yes. As they're headed to his apartment, crossing the parking lot, Eddie lingers back and speaks quietly to Jeff.

"He's, uhm. Gonna meet us at my place."

"I thought you guys were keeping this quiet."

"We are, mostly, he just... His best friend knows about us. And you know--"

"Sorry about that, by the way."

"No, it's..." Eddie shakes his head. "Not your fault, we were fully making out in a public place, we just, uhm."

"Were worked up," Jeff finished for him, and in the light of the streetlights above them, Eddie flushes red.

"...Yeah."

Jeff snickers and pokes at him.

"So he wants to... meet the guys?"

"Yeah. I talk about you a lot, so he said he trusts you guys if I do, and I do, so."

Jeff nods, smiling.

"He's pretty cool."

"He's a prep, Jeff, he's adorable."

"I cannot believe your type is normies."

"Shut up."

When Steve shows up, he lets himself in. He has a key.

"Hi."

Ian and Gareth both look up at him from where they're sitting on the sofa, glancing him up and down, recognizing him, questioning him, wondering.

"Hi?"

"So, uhm..." Eddie goes to stand next to Steve, his eyes shining at him like he's asking something silently, and Steve nods a little bit, taking a breath. "Ian, Gareth, Jeff. Steve." He gestures to all of them, and Steve waves awkwardly. Jeff sees Eddie's ring on his finger.

"Hi," Ian and Gareth say again. Jeff lifts his chin up at him, smiling when their eyes meet.

"Uh." Eddie pauses, gesturing to Steve again. "...Boyfriend."

Ian and Gareth both blink, and Jeff grins, watching the gears turn in their head.

"Oh," Ian says. "Cool."

Gareth stares for a second before,

"I cannot believe you got with your high school crush after high school."

Steve beams.

He ends up going to Eddie's room and coming back in Eddie's clothes, in a sweater and some sweatpants, and they sit on the floor together as the guys ask them questions. They skirt their way around some of them, without even glancing at each other to figure out what the other will say, It's like they're perfectly in tune with each other. Eddie plays with Steve's fingers while they all talk.

Jeff can tell that Ian and Gareth are also surprised but are keeping it under wraps. Surprised that King Steve is the boy Eddie was talking about when he described his boyfriend's kindness, selflessness, bravery, when he said He makes me feel safe, but even now it's obvious that it's true. Eddie leans up against him and holds his arm, gazes at him and kisses his shoulder for no reason. He's in love.

Jeff tells Eddie later all the clues he gave without meaning, and he realises the Bowie poster was a clue after hearing Steve humming Heroes. Oh well. He was still right.

[samaraannhan20]

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Imagine: I'm Off to Save the Queen

A/n: this imagine is inspired by this tik tok, enjoy!

Warnings: mitchell!reader, age gap, deployment, I think that's it

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“Baby,” I hear from somewhere in my room as I begin to slowly emerge from slumber. 

“Mmm,” I mumble, wanting Bradley to know I am semi-awake, but not fully awake. 

“Hey, you said you wanted to get up by now,” he tells me, sitting down on the edge of our bed. I reach out my hand, allowing him to take it and gently rub circles into the top of it..

“I lied,” I say, snuggling further into the blankets. 

“Honey, you have to take me to base in a few hours for deployment. Don’t you want to get up so we can have brunch one more time before I leave?” he asks me, and I sigh heavily before sitting up. 

“Okay, I’m up,” I say, and lean over and give Bradley a gentle kiss, before turning and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing. “Wanna take one last shower together?” I ask, holding my hand out for him to take. 

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“Okay. We have the stuff for french toast, pancakes, or waffles. Bacon is an obvious must. Do you want eggs?” Bradley asks me as he stands in front of the fridge, starting to grab items. 

“I want french toast please. No eggs, but yes bacon. Obviously. Can you hand me the strawberries? I can cut some up for our toast.” He laughs and hands me the case of strawberries, and I cross over to the sink to wash them off. We work in tandem and silence for a few minutes, occasionally laughing when I cut a strawberry and pop a piece in my mouth, or in his mouth. 

“I’m going to miss this,” I say, stopping cutting in order to turn and look at bradley. 

“Me too honey,” he says, also pausing what he was doing to look at me. “But if you really think about it, this is one of the shorter deployments I’ve been on. Only five weeks and I’ll be back.”

“I know, but that's still five weeks where  I’ll be going to sleep and waking up alone. Plus, when I’m working with my mom I won’t be able to look forward to you coming to the bar,” I respond, stepping to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“I know,” he starts, and kisses me on the forehead before pulling away to get back to cooking breakfast. “But I’ll call you anytime I get phone time. And who knows, the mission could get moved up and it could only be three or four weeks. Plus, if you get really lonely you could go stay with your parents and sister.”

I pick up the knife and start cutting strawberries again and then after a moment of silence I laugh and say, “or I could go kidnap my sister and make her stay here.”

“Or you could do that,” he replies and we both chuckle.  We work together in silence, and after I finish cutting strawberries I grab whipping cream out of the fridge and head over to our mixer and start the process of making whipped cream. I hear him grab plates out of the cabinet and set them at our seats on the other side of the island as I watch the mixer. I turn for a second and watch him as he grabs serving spoons and a fork for the strawberries, whipped cream, and french toast, before turning back to watch the whipped cream. After a minute or two, I feel Bradley come stand behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, resting his chin on the top of my head after kissing the top of my head. “Can I have a taste of that?” he asks just as I stop the mixer, and I laugh. 

“In two seconds it will be on top of your french toast,” I say, turning in his arms to look at him.

“Yeah but I want to sample it first,” he says, and I chuckle under my breath. I turn slightly and stick my finger into the whipped cream, and then turn back to him and hold my finger out. He stares into my eyes as he grabs my wrist and brings it up to his mouth, taking my finger into his mouth and sucking the whipped cream off. He pulls my finger out of his mouth with a small pop, and then leans down and kisses me intensely.

“Brads,” I say when we pull apart, both breathing heavily. “We need to eat our breakfast. It’s going to get cold.”

“I would say I don’t care, but it’s our last meal together, we should eat,” he replies, before pulling me in for another kiss, lifting me, and from what I hear the bowl with whipped cream in it, and carrying me over to the other side of the island, setting me down in a seat. 

“Strong,” I say with a laugh when he pulls away, and he just smiles down at me. 

“You know it baby.” He turns and opens a drawer, grabbing a spoon and some silverware for us, before coming over and sitting next to me. He stabs a piece of french toast and places it on my plate, before adding another one, and then putting 3 on his plate. 

“Hey Roo,” I say after a few minutes of chewing and small talk. 

“Yeah sweetheart?” he says around a mouthful of food, looking up at me from his plate. I laugh when I notice the whipped cream on the side of his mouth, and stretch my hand out to wipe it off. When I’m done I lean forward and give him a kiss, and then pull back to ask him my question.

“Can we make a tik-tok today? I saw this one the other day that was sad, but I loved it, and I want to recreate it with you.”

“It’s sad?” he asks, looking at me with a questioning look. 

“Yeah, but it’s fitting for our situation. Here, I’ll show you,” I tell him, and cross over to him, sitting on his lap and pulling the app up on my phone. I watch the video once, and then show it to him, and watch his face as it morphs from laughter, from knowing the sound is from Bluey, which is the show I turn on when I have anxiety, to sadness as it starts over again and he really begins to realize what I’m asking of him. 

“Baby, you do know that this is going to make you even more sad than you currently are, correct?” he asks as the video ends. 

“Yes, but then I’ll be able to watch it while you’re gone, along with the other videos we have made together at this point. And my students love Bluey, so I can show it to them and they will enjoy it, not realizing that it is sad, and their joy might make me feel better.”

“Okay. We can make it after we finish breakfast and I get dressed in my khaki,” he responds, and then we sit there and eat our breakfast making small talk throughout. 

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“Okay, my phone is set up and ready,” I say as I wipe tears off my cheeks after we listened to it a few times and practiced. “Do you remember your lines?”

“Yeah honey. Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks me one more time, reaching over and wiping another tear off my cheek.

“Yes. I do. Let’s do it before we have to leave,” I say, and reach out in front of me to start the timer. As soon as the countdown finished Bradley starts mouthing his first line. 

“I’m off to guard the queen. That’s my job.”

“Ooh, I’ll come too,” I mouth my first line as another tear falls down my face. 

“No, you can’t guard the queen,” he mouths, and I see the first tear fall down his face. 

“Why not?”

“You’re not good at it.”

“I am. Really, I am,” I say out loud, my voice cracking as I say it. 

“No, you better stay home,” he says this part out loud, following my lead, and I lay my head on his shoulder before mouthing my next line. 

“But I’m a guard, just like you.”

“Yes, but you’re not a proper guard like me,” he mouths, quieting again. 

“Oh, okay then,” I whisper, before turning burying my head in his neck. The sound stops shortly after, meaning the video ended, and we both sit there silently with our arms wrapped around each other and my face buried in his neck, both of us with silent tears streaming down our faces. 

“How come it never gets easier?” I say after a few minutes of us sitting in silence. 

“I remember one time when I was young my mom and I were at your mom’s house one time when your dad was deployed. She had just found out she was pregnant with you, and she was crying because he had to leave again. I remember my mom told her this. She said ‘Pen, it doesn't get any easier because you fall for him a little more with every passing day.’ And I believe that goes with us as well. We spend every night together, and we learn new things about each other everyday. Even if it’s small things. It never gets easier because the closer we get the deeper we love,” he says, and then presses a kiss to my forehead. “It’s just five weeks,” he says after a moment. 

“That’s true. Last year you were gone for like 6 months at one time. That was awful. Spent a lot of time with my parents. And Nat,” I say with a small laugh, finally unburrowing myself from him. “I guess we probably need to go soon.”

“Yeah, probably. Were you going to post that before we left?” he asks, nodding to where my phone sits because we haven’t moved it since we stopped filming. 

“No, not today. Maybe tomorrow. I want to keep it just for myself, at least until you’re actually gone. I feel like if I posted it now my phone would be blowing up the entire rest of the time we had today, because everyone is a sucker for a good military story,” I say with a small chuckle, before grabbing my phone and standing up. “One last smoothie run and stop at Hard Deck?” 

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“Okay guys. You are the last class I haven’t played this for yet,” I say a week later to the last class that I had yet to show the video of Bradley and I. “You guys love Bluey right?” I ask, and a chorus of yes’s and cheers erupt. “And you remember my fiance Lieutenant Bradshaw, right?” 

“Yeah, he came on career day,” one of my students says, and I laugh.

“That’s right he did. Well he had to go away for a little bit but before he left we made this video together. Do you guys want to see it?” I ask, and they all cheer. I get them to quiet down and then I press play. 

“I love you,” I whisper as the video comes to an end.

[mysoginichumiliatord]

Inspection

You had a hard day at work today, the bossy lady has been all over you today, asking one planning after another, requesting updates here, revision there and complete upheaval on few. You have left the office way more late than usual and hit the traffic.

It was bad today, horrendous, it is raining, an incredible amount of water was pouring from the sky, everybody was slow, nervous and not always very cautious.

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With all the fuss at work and the dreadful traffic, you forgot it was Tuesday, the day where most of the evening is dedicated to the inspection of the piece of meat you are.

Obviously, I conduct random quick inspections but once a week, a more throughout assessment of your grooming and the cleanness of your holes is performed. It is unfortunate that I needed to go to such extreme, but if I don’t supervise you closely, everything falls apart, and you neglect to take care of yourself.

You are exhausted and was hoping for a quiet evening, crush and cozy in the sofa in your warm dressing gown, a glass of wine and watching trash shows to empty your head.

But you are my slave, and it is your purpose and your duty to obey and serve and, instead, of relaxing comfortably at my side in the sofa, you present yourself to me.

You are standing, still in your work clothes. As a natural submissive, you want to blend in your environment and be less visible and remarkable as possible. For work you are always wearing bland garments. Yes, you mix match every day, trying to have a different look. You are in a mostly women staffed workplace after all and they attention to how everyone else is wearing every day. Colleagues are prone to judge others on their outfits. It is not that I particularly enjoy seeing you in jeans and jumpers or in a very plain dress, but I know that you will not be able to manage anything else for work.

You get on your knees now

We start by the hands, looking at the nails, the nail polish, making sure it is still correct, and the nails are well taking care of. Any flaw, any evidence of wearing or chipping is sanctioned by a slap on your face. We continue by your hair; they need to be smooth and silky for work and smell nicely, any deviation for that is also sanctioned by a slap on your face.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, need to make sure it is all clean and ready to lick or suck anything I would tell you to lick or suck. I usually take the opportunity to spit a couple of times in your mouth.

You remove your sneakers and socks. Feet are inspected like any other part of your body, my body in fact. Toenails need to be well groomed, and you wish that your feet are not too smelly, or you face will slapped again.

You remove your jumper and your bra, and get back on your knees, head down. You know that the position accentuates your fat belly, makes it more prominent. You are ashamed of it. I grab some skin in my hand, making a fat roll, make you look in my eyes and tell you what a disgusting fat pig you are. Look at that fat? So ugly and unattractive. Slapping your face again for being so fat.

You put your intertwined hands behind your neck, also pushing your head a bit backward, offering of better view of your chest and your arm pits. You know they need to be well shaved or your face will be slapped again.

Let’s move to your tits and nipples, nipples are hard as usual, I like the face you make when I start to pinch and twist them. The grim you make from that pain…

Time to remove your jeans and panties, you are naked now, back on your knees in front of me, you need to stand up on your knees, so I get a better view you your cunt. It needs to be well shaved or waxed, the skin around it needs to be smooth and pleasant at the touch. You have sometimes trouble to maintain it that way. Any, rough touch or appearance will get you some additional slaps on your face and on your exposed tits.

I open the cunt a bit, exposing the inner labia, grab them between 2 fingers, pinch, twist and stretch them, making sure it is painful, and looking in your teary eyes with delight.

I slide 2 fingers in your cunt, it is dripping wet, the marvelous effect of the humiliation of the inspection on you. Are you not ashamed of getting excited so much by being treated like that? Yes, you are, you know you are pathetic, but you can help it.

You turn around now, head down ass up, you open your ass cheeks with your hands to give me a better view of your cunt and your asshole. Another, painful stretching of your labia, your cunt is becoming more and more juicy by the minute now.

Open your ass cheek more sub, I want to see if there no hair left around your asshole, you know that a sub like you need to have her asshole devoid of hair. Oooohhh but I can see few that you have neglected to shave sub, that’s disgusting and unhygienic. You know what is waiting for you sub. The tweezers. You turn you head around, and try to plead, you know it is painful, and you really hate it. I will not cede. You will go and grab the tweezers in the bathroom on your four and bring them to.

You take your position back, head down, ass up, cheeks open, and I start removing one by one the few hairs that you have neglected to shave correctly. Each removal being accompanied by pain and screams and tears.

When none are left, I slide my finger deep in your asshole, my finger is rotating to open it slowly and you moan. Such an anal whore.

[cowpokeomens]

Good morning I saw this post and it rotted all three of my remaining brain cells because

Word gets around to you that sweet Matty is a virgin, and by no means are you one to take that lightly! But :-/ you know as well as I do about his MCE, and you just wanna take the horse for a ride 😔🫶 and he’s been flirting with you for months now in his own weird passive-aggressive mean way! So it’s not like your feelings aren’t reciprocated! It’s fine! You’re fine! Nothing morally corrupt to see here! So yeah just imagine your shorts get shorter as the months get warmer :-/ you ditch the hoodies for crop tops, then you ditch those for bralettes because “it’s sooooo hot Matty what the hell is up with this weather??” And you know you’re getting under his skin with the way his hands linger on you, at the small of your back, direct skin to skin, as he guides you in front of him somewhere busy; the way his eyes are absolutely lingering on your legs in your tiny little shorts :-/ you laugh at his jokes with your chest because you know it makes your tits bounce :-/ you press your whole body against him in a way that never mattered when you wore hoodies and sweatpants, but makes him shove you off now with pink cheeks. It all comes to a head when you’re getting ready to go out with some gal pals. He’s hanging out at your place while you get ready; once you’re done with your makeup and changed into your clothes, you do a little twirl to show him your outfit- which is absolutely lingerie and a mini skirt :-/ your fishnets have a few suggestive holes ripped in them, the boots you wear elongate your legs without having you teetering on a heel precariously :-/ Matt sighs, which makes you genuinely frown. You ask “What is it, Matty?” To which he responds “I dunno, it seems like you’re dressing really… provocative lately.” And you try not to focus on how that hurts because he is right after all!!! And you’re gonna respond when he mumbles “it’s distracting.” And oop! Wrong thing to say Matty! Because you drop your eyelashes and walk over to him slowly, sitting so close to him you’re practically on his lap. “Distracting? How?” It sounds innocent enough, right? No ulterior motives here! And his cheeks are sooooo pink omg baby is soooo flustered by your proximity and your question and your everything. But he’s nothing if not honest! So he says “it’s just, like, I’m straight edge, right? So the idea is that you avoid…. Promiscuous sex. But like-“ he pauses and you nod to encourage him, sensing something big is coming, “I’m just not sure what constitutes as ‘promiscuous’ if that makes sense? Like do you have to be married? Do you just have to really care about the other person? What are the parameters?” And you can’t help but tuck a little piece of hair behind his ear, thinking before you respond. “I think,” you begin slowly, “that sex is a natural part of being alive. It’s fine if you don’t want to have it, it’s fine if you do what to have it. But it seems unfair for some straight-edge higher being to decide what the ‘healthy’ limit looks like, because that limit will be different for everyone.” And his wee shoulders relax a bit which makes you fight back the urge to beam with pride but then he says “I’ve never- I haven’t like, done it before. What if I’m not good? What if no one wants to stick around because I suck at it?” And your little heart just breaks because :-( Matty :-( so you tell him that anyone who only cares about sex obviously has different priorities and isn’t worth keeping around! And then you can’t fight the urge to say “but. If you want to practice. I’m always here for you < 3” hehehehehehe and his eyes get all wide bc?? You’re so hot?? And he just admitted he’s a virgin?? And you offered to fuck him??? And maybe :-/ maybe you offer to take some of the edge off for him :-// maybe he just needs to relax :-/// and he seems perfectly willing to hear you out so you slide onto to floor between his knees and his breath hitches as you start to palm at him where he’s absolutely chubbed up and you were right- Monster Cock Energy! Yippee!

Anyways! You pull his cock out and it’s so pretty and pink and you want it in your mouth so you flutter your eyelashes and ask if you can suck on it and he stares at you open-mouthed for a minute before saying “it doesn’t. It doesn’t count, right? Because I’m not fucking you. So it doesn’t count.” And you nod because that’s what he needs right now and reassure him that no, it doesn’t count, Matty :-) what you don’t say virginity is a social construct that you can hit reset on whenever you want bc it’s not real but that’s a conversation for another time bc right now Matt’s cock is in your mouth and it’s hot and heavy on your tongue and you think he might actually pull a muscle with how hard he tenses up :-/ he’s soooo vocal ugh never learned that men are supposed to be stoic and silent so he’s moaning so so so prettily and clawing at the cushion underneath him as you take him deeper and deeper and when he hits the back of your throat he’s gargling out shit like “holy fuck, oh my god, you’re perfect, you’re so hot and perfect and I’ve thought about this for weeks now-“ and you’d be bashful if you hadn’t been so intentional in your seduction! Oops! He’d manage to get a hand into your hair and it’s over from there, once he gets a taste of fucking your mouth he’ll never recover I fear! It’s wet and messy and there’s lipstick all over your face and mascara running down your cheeks and his thrusts are erratic and fast until he finally cums with a loud, breathy moan, pulling you down to the base and keeping you there for a solid 10 seconds as he shakes through his orgasm :-/ doesn’t hesitate to pull you right into his lap to kiss you deeply, smearing cum and lipstick all over himself now too :-/ anyways that’s all I just wanted to share thanks for letting me have the conch bye!

[iheartjameshetfield]

dude idk if you got my first req bc the PAGE RELOADED BUT IM SENDING IT AGAIN JUST IN CASE.

giving virgin!james head for the first time!!! the noises he would make omg omg omg. and when you let him fuck your face?? he would be so fucking drunk on the feel of your mouth. squirming n moaning and oh oh oh maybe you are laying down and he straddles your face to have you suck him that way?!/?: i need him. bad.

i almost started crying when i saw this request bc hello virgin subby james is the love of my life <33

you wanted to suck him off so bad, which obviously made him very excited. but when you agreed for him to straddle your face when you suck him off??? fuck he could’ve busted his load right then and there.

this mf eagerly takes a seat on your face, carefully placing his knees at the side of your head. he would be a little awkward, not knowing what to do and scared of suffocating you from this position. this was his first blowjob, so you wanted to be mind blowing for him (literally mind blowing)

you start stroking his semi-hard dick, sticking your tongue out to repeatedly lick the tip, already causing him to shudder as you enjoy the feeling of him hardening even more under your touch. you take just the head in your mouth and you start bopping your head, your hand swirling around the base. when your mouth inches further down on him, james’ eyes widen, his dream finally coming true. you use your spit and precum as a lubricant to make it even more enjoyable for him, obsessing over how vocal he’s being

you take his whole dick in your mouth, your head lifting off the pillow as you try your best not to gag when you stay still, your nose touching the trail of hair on his stomach. james’ moans get louder at this action, so you decide to repeat it a couple more times, causing him to whine as he throws his head back.

you start to swirl your tongue around his head again before pulling away, placing kisses on his pretty dick while you stroke his base, giving it a squeeze here and there. you place your last kiss directly on his tip, smearing the precum with your lips and tongue before delving into him again.

his panting gets heavier and heavier and when he looks down, seeing your plush lips wrapped around his pretty cock, it sends him into a frenzy, whining and moaning while he tries to resist the urge to fuck your face.

“oh fuck you look so pretty.” his eyebrows fuse together longingly as he brings one hand down to stroke your cheek before bringing it to your head, gripping your hair. as much as he tried, he couldn’t. he couldn’t stop himself from sending a strong thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag. he stop immediately when you gag, afraid of hurting you but you pat his thigh as a sign of encouragement, wanting this to be the best first blowjob anyone can ever get.

“your mouth feels so good, holy shit.” he brings up his elbow to rest it against the headboard of the bed as he looks down to see you giving him the sweetest puppy eyes ever. when he gets comfortable thrusting himself into your mouth, he speeds his actions up, using you only for his pleasure. after all, you told him he can.

he starts to mercilessly piston his hips into your face, finding the wet sounds coming from your mouth and the repeated gagging unbelievably arousing, driving him feral.

“i’m sorry,” he would heave over you whenever he makes you gag. “shit, i’m so sorry. you just feel so fucking good, oh god. i’m sorry.” he repeats his apologies like a prayer.

he uses the hand gripping your hair as leverage to shove you down on him, meeting his hips half way as he thrusts into you. when you feel him twitch inside your mouth, you want to help him increase his feeling of pleasure, so you start to hum and moan around him, the vibrations making him gasp.

“fuck. fuck i’m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard shit.” he warns you, trying to pull your head away just in case you didn’t want to swallow. but you did, oh god, you needed him to. even if you didn’t want to at first, seeing him so happy, having the time of his life with your mouth, you would change your mind if it makes him even happier.

“i’m cumming! oh, oh god. holy…oh, fuck!” he screams, being more vocal than ever as he shoves his dick down your throat, staying still as he finishes in your mouth. you feel his balls against your chin, his tip restricting around your throat as his hot liquid runs down it. you try your best to help get every last drop, using your tongue to suck him dry. he stays this way until he finishes completely, which took a while considering how much he came.

you were starting to run out of oxygen, choking and gagging as you tap his thigh as a sign for him to pull away. he mutters an apology, getting up from you completely before resting his body on top of you.

he holds himself up with one arm to look at you, obsessing over your pink lips as much as you were obsessing over his flushed face and hazy eyes. he notices a little bit of cum and spit dribbling down from the corner of your chin, so he sticks his tongue out, licking it off until he reaches your mouth, giving you the most passionate kiss.

“thank you.” he mumbles against your hot skin when he pulls away, panting from the lack of oxygen from your previous actions. “thank you so fuckin’ much.”

he would be so fucking loud and vocal i cannot stress this enough. i wish i was the first person to give him a blowjob, it would’ve been the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. i mean, just look at him??

[gojo-mochi]

mmm softy for your LOVELY event gimme that vampire! sabo pleaseee🙏🏼 he’s my gentleman 🥹 even tho he bites when I don’t behave BSBEJEJBDBDB—

CW: Fem!Reader wearing a dress, blood sucking (of course), bit of manipulation and dub-con but reader is into it, P/V, sort of voyeurism?, Vampire!Sabo, Part of my Kinktober event!

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A/N: I don't know what happened at the end of this.. I blacked out.. Blame sabo.. 

Realizing your cup was empty you went to the bar area in the kitchen to refill, knowing that you won’t survive this party without some sort of vice. You shuffle pass dancing and drunk bodies, reaching the kitchen with minimum damage. You huff out, rolling back your shoulders and stretching a little, happy to finally have some breathing room. There were a few others also in the kitchen, some trying to flirt (unsuccessfully) and others coming and going to refill their drink of choice. 

The usual suspects were there, the plastic tub full of a bright color liquid mixture, various cheap bottles of vodka and tequila laying around, and… wine? Was there someone really drinking wine at this party? Yes there was, and he was in a very historial looking vampire outfit as well. Slightly curly blonde hair underneath a black top hat with goggles around the middle, a long black coat with the inner lining being a dark red color and the iconic high collar, a ruffled white satin poet blouse underneath the coat, and all finished with a dark blue high-waisted pants and high buckled boots to match. 

Not to mention, the obvious fangs poking out from his pretty pale lips that completed this whole outfit. He swirls around some dark red colored liquid in his wine glass as well, his tongue delicately sticking out just a little as he goes to drink his wine. Obviously it's just wine, no one would be insane enough to bring and drink actual blood just for a costume party right? That you want to believe at least, not realizing that you've been openly ogling at this man all this time. 

Only when your eyes came back up to his face did you realize that he was also staring directly at you, his lips tugs back into a charming smile, his gloved hands; ‘Holy shit, he’s wearing black gloves too?! That just added to his hotness factor.’  reaches two fingers out to you, pointing at you once then motioning to himself in a “Come hither” fashion. You crushed the red solo cup in your hand as you felt butterflies fly up from your stomach at this simple gesture. Your body moved automatically soon after, like it was under a spell. 

Stepping right up to the blonde vampire, his hand now cupping your chin so you were forced to stare deeply in his red eyes.. ‘Wait red…? I thought he had dark brown eyes…..?’ Your thoughts slowly start to slip away from you, only to slam back in when you hear a polished and low voice whisper to you. “And who might you be, my delectable little snack?” Your eyes widen and you step back away from the stranger. Your head spins a little, causing your body to sway back right in the arms of the stranger. 

“Easy there, can’t have you passing out on me already. I didn’t even get to do anything fun yet.” He chuckles, his hands smoothing over your shoulders and resting on the small of your back. You felt oddly safe in this position, usually by now you would have grabbed the nearest bottle and tried to smash over the guy’s head. Instead you just wanted to snuggle deeper, inhaling his scent of wine, a bite of leather, and something coppery at the end. You glance up when he brushes some hair away from your face, his eyes seemingly back to normal now… he smiles wide at you, showing off his very pearly white fangs. 

“Well, are you going to tell me your name, pretty one? Or would you rather prefer to be called ‘My little snack’ this whole night, hmm?” His tone was light and airy, with a hint of mischief behind it. Feeling back to normal now yourself, you decide to have a little fun with this stranger. “Isn’t it rude to ask for someone else's name when you haven’t even told me your name first?” You tutted back, feeling bold, poking at his fluffy shirt collar, accidentally feeling up how much muscle he was hiding underneath. 

He laughs quite loudly, wiping away some tears, his smile only getting wider as he apologizes to you. “Ah forgive me, the name’s Sabo.” He gingerly takes your hand in his and plants a kiss on the top of your hand, letting his fangs graze over your skin for a bit. You shudder at the feeling of his fangs almost breaking into your skin, the sensation made your skin burn even though Sabo felt strangely cold. Was it normal for a person's lips to be that freezing cold you wondered. 

Pushing down the thought when Sabo tugs on your wrist as he awaits for your answer, you slip away from him. Twirling around and turning your head back towards him, a playful grin on your own face. “Ah sorry, Sabo. I still think you gotta work a bit more if you wanna know my name~” Sabo’s eyes twinkle, he drowns the remaining drink in his wine glass and sets it away, licking his lips and chuckling at your cute antics. “Oh~? And what do you have in mind for me to do, my little snack?” The way he said snack made you pause for a bit, thinking that he really meant it literally. 

Still you press on, finally finding something fun to do at this party and you didn’t want it to end so fast. You danced around the kitchen counter, back to the crowd of dancing bodies; “Give me a five minute head start, I’ll go hide somewhere in the mansion and you have to come find me. Let's say… thirty-minute timer?” You purr out, not letting him answer before you went and disappeared in the crowd. Your heart beats wildly as you think of places to hide from Sabo.

Weaving through the crowd as you make your way to the stairs, going up to the second floor of the mansion and picking an empty room to hide in. After opening a few doors that were already occupied, some of them even asked you if you wanted to join in the fun. You went to sit on the bed in the empty room you chose, giggling to yourself like a schoolgirl. Kicking your feet out as you await for Sabo, wondering if he would find you in this huge mansion during the time limit. Maybe you would be nice after the time limit was up and give Sabo your name anyway. 

This game was only a fun way to tease him after all, it's not like you didn’t find the man attractive, charming, and curiously alluring in a sense that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him at first look. So you waited, tapping away at your phone and watching the time tick by. What you didn’t know was that Sabo knew where you were this whole time, his eyes never leaving your body as you left him alone in the kitchen. He did wait five minutes, using his powers to track down your scent among all the others in the party. It was quite easy, since your scent was the most delicious thing he ever smelt so far. 

As soon as the five minutes were over he moved silently and swiftly, erasing his presence completely from the other party goers as he followed your scent upstairs. His anger flaring up a bit as that scumbag tried to invite you in, but he held firm, he could deal with that guy later. He didn’t want to ruin this fun game you made for him after all. He watched as you found a room to hide in, softly sighing and smiling at your cuteness. If he had a beating heart he bet it would be beating for you right now. 

Ignoring the other drunk and horny people on the floor, Sabo opened a window and flew out to the air. Making sure his presence was still erased and hidden as he flew around to the window of your room. Floating in the air as he watches you giggle to yourself, oh how precious you were. So innocent and unaware of his true nature, of the trap you put yourself into. So he waits and watches as you play around on your phone, your eyes and body twitching around, looking at the door, awaiting for his arrival. 

His breathing gets faster and faster as time ticks by, he didn’t want to show up too early, but his hunger was growing deeper and deeper by the second as well. The blood he brought to the party tasted like sewer spill as soon as he caught a whiff of your scent on his tongue. Some drool threatened to leak out as he continued on watching you, still he wanted to make a dramatic entrance, waiting til the last minute of the countdown to open the window without a sound. 

Your eyes were glued to the door so you didn't notice Sabo sneaking up behind you, his hands coming to hold your waist and grasp on your throat lightly. Only to come up over your mouth to muffle your startled scream. “Hey! Hey, it’s just me!” He pulls you closer, his grip on you tighter a bit, his voice going at a lower tone, his eyes flicking back to that strange color once more. “Calm down now, shush…shush….good girl.” Your body forcibly relaxes, flopping backwards into Sabo’s arms and chest. His hand now stroking at your head like one would on a pet. 

Soothingly rubbing at your scalp, as the spell on you wears off. Your eyes blinking as your mind pieces itself back together to the present once again. “Sabo..? Sabo..! What the-!” You scramble off of him, clutching a hand over your racing heart. “How the hell did you-?! I mean! I was looking at the door this whole time?!” Awwww~ You looked like a scared little rabbit, it was honestly quite cute. The way you think your little glare would deter him in any way. 

His fangs seem even bigger and sharper than before as he openly laughs at you, his gloved hand coming up to cover some of this laughter as he throws his head back. “Surprised! Did you miss me while I was gone~?” He laughs out once more, closing the distance between you two. “Now that I won the game, I should get my prize right~?” He lifted up your chin with one finger, his dazzling smile made your stomach flip. Your breath hitches in your throat as his scent was heavier and overwhelming you now. 

You gulped down your fear and stared right back at him; “I think you cheated somehow. There’s no way I wouldn’t notice you coming in here!” You cross your arms and huff, your mind is reeling trying to make sense of what just happened, desperately trying to ignore the lingering voice in the back of your mind saying, “Maybe he’s not human..”  Sabo's face drops at your reaction, his fingers grasp on to your throat now, squeezing on it enough to restrict your airway. 

A low growl escapes his throat as a choked gasp leaves yours. “Little snack… I think the games are over now, you shouldn’t test my patience like that.” He leans in over your shoulder, loosening his grip on your throat so you could speak. “Sa-Sabo?” You squeaked out, only for Sabo to shush you, exhaling his cold breath over your pulse point. “I think you deserve a punishment for not following thru on your word.” You didn’t have the chance to question what he meant as he promptly sank his fangs into your neck. 

Blood gushing out in rapid successions, all quickly lapped away by Sabo, his freezing tongue sort of soothes the searing pain that you felt as your blood was being sucked away. Sabo groaned loudly, the timbre of it sending shockwaves down your core, your taste was the sweetest syrup that ever graced his tongue. Your hands dug into his biceps as he kept on draining you, small stifle gasps of pleas fell from your lips but Sabo was too gone to hear them. Your taste was divine and he wanted… no he needed more, only when he heard a soft whimper of his name did he finally let go. 

Retracting his fangs, licking at the small puncture he left, pressing his bloodied lips on your cheek as he smiles cheekily at you. “Ah… maybe that punishment was a bit too much.” He chuckles out, rubbing the back of his head, his other arm coming down to swoop around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, my little snack.” You were still recovering from the sudden blood loss when Sabo lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his own waist as he started to walk to the window. His arm on your back pushing you close to his chest. 

When he stepped one foot on the windowsill, the cold night air hitting your face, only then did you start to scream and thrash around in his arms. “Sabo! I’m sorry for not telling you my name! But that doesn't mean you can just drop me off the second floor like this!” Your arms were nearly choking him out from how hard you were squeezing him. He still laughed at you though, your struggling did little to hinder him, his second foot coming up on the windowsill now. 

You closed your eyes shut and waited for your impending doom and fall, waiting and waiting… and nothing. No fall, no crushing of bones, no cartoonish splat sound, just the silent night air blowing softly on your skin. You peek your eyes open to find Sabo happily smiling at you, looking down you see the party goers mingling about. No idea that two people were flying up above them. “Liking the view?” Sabo muses out, winking at you. 

If you weren't terrified of him dropping you, you would smack him upside the head for that comment. “How are we even up here? Oh my god, I didn’t drink that much did I? Maybe my drink was spiked? Yeah, that’s it, my drink was spiked and I've probably just passed out somewhere and this is all a dream!” You mumble, as Sabo hums and nod along with your reasoning. “Would you count this as a nightmare then~?” One of his hands goes down to slip under your dress, caressing your inner thigh. Finding and thumbing at the wet spot on your panties. 

“Already wet for me? I knew you were the one for me, my little snack~” He goes to lick at your neck wound, lapping at some of the blood that was drying up around it. Your body pushes closer to Sabo, your legs tighten around his waist, his fingers pushing your panties to the side and slipping one inside of you. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion, the contrast between the cold chilly air and your body heating up from Sabo’s actions was almost enough to send you over the edge from just his fingers fucking you. 

The texture of his leather gloves inside you was something new and foreign, his lengthy fingers reaching into places that yours could never. Curling up in a tight bowling ball grip as soon as he finds that one spot that made you arch your back and chest into his. All your fear of being high in the air and the sheer absurdity of the situation being washed away by the amount of pleasure you were feeling right now. 

“Sabooooo..nghhhh…oh fu-fuck..”

Just as you were reaching that peak, Sabo pulled his fingers out, his gloved soaked and glossy with your arousal. You tug on his fluffy ruffled collar with a pout and a whine at the loss of your high and his fingers. “Now~ Now~, Don’t pout, I’m still a little mad at your actions earlier so take this as a lighter punishment, my dear~” He pokes at your lips with one of his fingers, you still pout but open for him nevertheless. The bitter earthy taste of leather with your own slick made you gag a bit, Sabo cooed at that, withdrawing his finger and putting it in his own mouth. 

“Mmm~ I think your blood still tastes sweeter but I don’t mind this taste either.” With a careful hand holding your ass up, he unbuckled his pants and zipper, pulling it down just enough with his boxer to spring out his leaking cock. Tapping it against your inner thigh and smearing some precum on the inside of your dress. Tilting his head a bit down to capture your lips in a silky kiss, just barely brushing over your lips, smooth and almost comforting in a sense. A kiss that would be shared between new lovers just starting a relationship. 

Sabo’s eyes flashes red as he looks down at you, rubbing his nose with yours so cutely that you almost forgot that he was still slapping his cock on your thigh, rubbing the head against his fold in a silent request for entrance. “Well, my dear? Are you going to turn this dream into a wet one? Or should I just let you go now?” You huff out, deciding to give in, whether due to horniess or just because you were too tired to figure out what was going on. “Are you going to drop me from this height if I say no?” You said jokingly, but Sabo could smell the tinge of fear in your voice. 

He swiftly kisses you once more, lingering for a bit longer. “Never! I am nothing but a gentleman!” You pull on his cheek, “Gentleman my ass..” You muttered, still grinding your hips forward, pushing his tip in you just a bit. “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me like a Gentleman too?” Sabo hisses out, feeling your searing warmth on his weirdly cold cock. “Only if you want me to, my dear snack.” He grunts, slowly pushing his length all the way in. “Stop calling m-me a snack and I might let you..” Your breath hitches, as your body tries to adjust to Sabo’s girth and length.

He snaps his hip up, fully pushing all the way inside. Making you choke and gasp like a fish out of water. “Well~ If someone wasn’t a sore loser and told me their name when I won their little game, I wouldn't have to call you that then.” He was struggling not to stutter as your warmth and your tight pussy was making him go wild. Buried still inside you, his cock was twitching to life from all much your pussy was clenching down on him. “Y/N… please say m-my name at least..when you fuck me..” You blubbered out, eventually adjusting to his size and the position you were in. “Y/N… what a sweet name…” Sabo sighs against your lips, fully kissing you this time, slipping his tongue in and exploring your mouth. 

His hands on your ass, making you bounce up and down on his cock, the moonlight in the sky illuminating over both of you. The sounds of squelching and smacking lost in the autumn’s winds and the droning of the party still going on underneath you. It was a bizarre feeling, Sabo’s frigid tongue and cock, being warmed up by your own body. Not to mention, that you were being fucked in the sky as well, above a sea of people who if look up would see you being railed by this supposedly hot blonde vampire guy. 

Who was extremely good at fucking you also, so you didn’t really care that much at the moment. Not well his cock was ramming straight into that sweet spot everytime. Making you see double stars along with the one already in the sky. “Nghhh-fwuaaa-Sa-Sabo!”  You were basically being used as a fucktoy at this point, leaving Sabo to just keep bouncing up and down. Your thighs shaking and useless, the only thing you can do with moan and whimper as he fucks you. 

“Good…So fucking good..y/n.. My darling--hngg-fu-fuck..” 

He stops for a moment, halting his thrusting as he was fully inside you. A hand slipping around to your stomach, pressing on the bulge he made. “You feel this? You feel me inside you, hmm~?” You whined as he pressed down on it, not being able to squirm away from the feeling. “Sabooooo..” You cry out, snaking your hand into his hair and grabbing hold. He giggles a bit, enjoying your gentle cries and how your meager attempt to grind your hips down on him, he brushes a thumb once more over the bulge, enjoying the sight and imprinting it in his mind. 

“Hope you’re ready for this~” He muses out, already pulling his cock out only to slam it back in with a harsh snarl ripping from his throat. Wet smacks echoed within the wind, you tug on tighter to his blonde locks as you feel the coil in your stomach soon snapping. “Hahh-Ahh! Fu-Fuck! Sabo! Sabo! I-I’m gonna-!” He grunts, biting down on the other side of your neck, marking that spot too, sucking in the sweet honeyed crimson liquid flowing out. “Cum for me, hahhhh, cream on my cock, sweet one.” 

You didn’t know if he was using his powers on you again since you instantly came, your thighs shaking and twitching, as you let out a sweet wail. Sabo followed shortly after, releasing his white seed inside of you. In the hazy mist of pleasure, you quietly wonder if you could even get pregnant from a vampire. Flopping your head down on his shoulder with a sigh, your body relaxing itself from all the tension. Sabo pops his fangs away from your neck, double checking to make sure you weren’t going to bleed to death first before he pulls out, patting your panties down too as to keep all his cream inside of you. You shiver and try to grab at his wrist to stop him, but he just pats your cheek in return. “We wouldn't want the people down below to be hit with that, and be caught up here, wouldn't we?” he cooed at you. 

You whined again, having no strength to fight back, ultimately agreeing with him. Nestling your head on the crook on his neck, your limbs giving out on you, relying on Sabo to keep on carrying you at this point. “Good girl~ Now let’s get you home, yeah? To a better mansion…” And with that being the last thing you hear, slowly drifting off to sleep as you get carried away in the dead of night. 

[mha-cuties-pls]

jealous!Dabi x reader headcannons

Pairing: Dabi x reader | words: n/a | Rating: M | genre: smut

A/N: My first take at doing new-style headcannons (I’ve never done the whole description!character thing but I’m out here tryna learn so pls don’t hesitate to give me pointers or feedback 😌)

jealous!Dabi who can’t help but mark your skin in every obvious place, making sure he’s the jealous one next time he sees your beautiful skin covered bruises and bite marks from Dabi Smirking, Dabi watched over your shoulder, in between sucking your sweet spots and jawline, to see the guy who had just tried picking you up retreat to the other side of the club; But not without a dismayed look on his face after he realized what happened, which was all the more satisfying for Dabi

jealous!Dabi grabbing you, motivated by his anger toward another guy for even having the nerve to look at you the way he did, and sticking his tongue down your throat immediately as a show of dominance

jealous!Dabi grabbing your ass from under your skirt in public, and especially during meetings with The League just to make sure they all know who you belong to

jealous!Dabi smashing your head into the pillow in front of you as he pounds into you from behind, relishing in the screams you let out each time he pumps in and out of you “That’s it, babygirl.” Dabi cooed, holding your face securely against the pillow with his hand that was basically as big as your head. Your muffled cries and screams increased with each thrust as you could feel him going harder, faster, and deeper each time. “Take Daddy’s cock like the good little cumslut you are.”

jealous!Dabi tying your wrists with rope to the headboard upon finding you masturbating one night when he came home early from a mission “Such a little whore you couldn’t wait for me to get home so you had to be a bad little girl and start without me?” A ferocious look burned behind his bright eyes as he stared down at you like you were prey. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, ____.” He shook his head, ripping your shirt open down the middle aggressively and putting his face so close to yours, your noses touch. “You know what happens to bad girls, ____.” Then, he slid a piece of duct tape over your mouth, and the anticipation for what was to come sent you reeling, eyes wide as you stared back at him helplessly. “They get punished.”

jealous!Dabi catching you steal a fleeting glance of another guy, instantly dragging you somewhere that was secluded (but not exactly private) and fucking you mercilessly “Scream louder for me, babygirl.” He breathed into your ear, hand closing even tighter around your neck as he held you against the brick wall of the nearest alley. “I want him to hear you if he’s still around.”

jealous!Dabi who finally lets his facade crack just a bit, when he finally opens up to you after you’re laying on the floor, out of breath, and covered in his spit and cum After he pulled out, you continued to lay where you were, your mind playing a delicious recap of what just went down while your body regained strength after being used and fucked so hard. Dabi, though, obviously not quite finished, hunched over you, and grabbed your face. “You know I can’t stand to see other guys looking at you like that.” As he stared down at you, you could see the adoration in his eyes. “Especially when I know what they’re thinking about doing to my little whore.”

jealous!Dabi who throws you onto your back as soon as you two are alone, spreading your legs and crawling between them with a hungry look in his eyes “Such a pretty pussy you have baby.” He coos before licking an agonizingly slow stripe down your slick folds. Your cheeks burn bright red at his exclamation, and you sheepishly began to close your knees in embarrassment from being so exposed. Dabi was quick to stop you, however, and placed his hands on each of your knees, pushing your legs wide open for him once more. “Dont even think about hiding, baby. This is my pussy and I’ll eat it all I want.”