#and new material for the spank bank

[jesuistrestriste]

Sweet angel college!era Art enrolling in a medical study to make a few extra bucks who suddenly finds himself needing to give a sperm sample in front of pretty nursing student reader while she watches...

Thoughts?

he’d be sooo nervous and squirmy in his seat. he understands that she has to watch him to ensure there’s no sample contamination, and he consented to it, but now he feels.. clammy. and flushed. and a lil too turned on.

he tries to keep his eyes on his dick as he strokes himself and does his best to be quick and quiet about milking himself into the tiny plastic sample cup— but he feels her presence, and he feels her eyes on his moving hand. she’s not even doing anything. in fact, she’s just doing her job. but god, she’s hot. and she doesn’t seem too disappointed in the show he’s unintentionally putting on.

it sends wave after wave of hot blood filtering in through his veins and down into his throbbing cock; and he can’t help but cry out softly as he shudders forward and pours ropes into the cup, his sneakers squeaking on the floor as his heels dig in and his eyes squeeze shut..

after he’s done, left a sweaty and trembling mess in the chair, the sweet nurse smiles softly and takes the cup from him with a gloved hand.

“perfect,” she says kindly and gently, grabbing the cap from the counter and screwing it on top, “only took two minutes!”

art tries not to sink further into embarrassment than he already has.. hanging his head and covering his forehead with his palm. blonde curls shielding his eyes from hers.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader

Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕

TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror

PT.2

Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.

He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.

"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.

"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.

As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.

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When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.

"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.

"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.

The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.

"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.

His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?

"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."

"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.

"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."

Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.

"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.

"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.

His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.

"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.

You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.

"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.

"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."

Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.

"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.

"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.

"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.

Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.

"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.

You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.

"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.

"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.

His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.

"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.

"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.

"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.

Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.

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What if reader was a new classmate and months went by before bakugou even noticed them? Maybe noticed them for the first time while training one day or something and he became infatuated with reader (NSFW please! I <3 your writing!)

oooooh this is a great prompt, thank you for sending it in!! and thank you so much, it makes my day when someone compliments my writing! 🔥✨

Cruel Compulsions

『 ♡ 』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ senior year of UA | aged to 18 | infatuated & pining bakugo ꒱ ⇢ as a new transfer from a neighboring hero academy to UA, class 3A welcomes you with open arms. you fit in with the class seamlessly, with the exception of one person - katsuki bakugo. he doesn't give you the time of day, ignoring you any chance he gets since he views you as an "outsider." at least, that's what he projects and not how he truly feels.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ 18+ MDNI Smut; masturbation, dirty/lewd thoughts, wet dreams, first-time handjob, first kiss (bakugo) | obsessively infatuated, mutual pining, hidden feelings, avoidant but horny bakugo, mean/aggressive toward reader's attention, awkward confession, sexually-forward and comfortable reader, friends to friends with benefits, fluffy ending ꒰ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~2.4k ꒱ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

Bakugo's in the school locker room after the day's training sessions, left forearm against the wall of the shower to hold himself upright with his head hung under the water's stream. His mind is swimming in a sea of dirty thoughts as his right hand fists his dick - your body floating in the aforementioned sea.

He couldn't help it, you're gorgeous and beautiful spank bank material without even trying.

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You surprised everyone when UA announced your transfer so late in the hero course. He immediately had judgements before meeting you. How did you manage to transfer during senior year from another academy? Would you need special privileges to catch up to the classes' progress? You were probably some rich bitch who had daddy's money buy your spot in the program.

That all crumbled the moment you walked through the door of class 3As homeroom, Aizawa introducing you to the class on a random Wednesday in the summer.

"Treat her with respect. She's a top student from her previous academy and can kick just as much ass as the rest of you."

Bakugo's heart stuttered in his chest, hypnotized by the way your bare thighs complimented the uniform skirt you're forced to wear. Your button up didn't leave much to the imagination in terms of your luscious figure, the front buttons ever so slightly strained over your chest to contain your breasts. His face was hot as he ogled you, unknowingly drinking in your features to commit them to memory. The feeling was foreign as he'd never been so attracted, let alone infatuated, with anyone.

It had been months since your transfer and Bakugo couldn't bring himself to have a conversation with you without wanting to explode, no pun intended. His palms would drip with sweat, ready to ignite at the slightest touch if you asked him a question or greeted him in passing. He'd gotten into the habit of averting his gaze, turning his back to you or simply removing himself from your space if you got too close.

"Don't worry about him," Midoriya commented regularly about his best friend's behavior towards you. "He's not much of a people person. He'll warm up to you when he's ready!"

Months of endless wet dreams, steamy thoughts and longing stares. Wherever you went, you clouded his vision and blocked out the rest of the world. He didn't understand why he was so enamored with you. He just...was. He kept telling himself it wasn't an obsession, just a stupid ass crush that will pass with time.

News flash - it didn't.

He - the Katsuki Bakugo - didn't have the courage to ask you out.

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The training period was at the end of the school day, thankfully, and most of the others preferred to head back to their dorms to shower, leaving Bakugo alone in the locker room. He was free to moan and groan in peace, the steam of the hot water only adding to his shameless delight.

"Nngh, it's...not...fair," he moans to himself, barely above a whisper. His grip tightens around his cock, hand slipping and sliding at a brutal pace, eyes screwed shut to watch the raunchy movie play in his mind. Your lying in his bed, remnants of sweat from sparring across your bare tits and stomach. Your UA track jacket is splayed beneath you, the only other article of clothing being a pair of pink lace panties covering your center.

Why pink? He didn't know, you just seemed like the kind of girl to wear lacy underwear - well, he wished you were the type of girl who wore sexy panties, especially if it was just for him.

Your lips were parted in anticipation, flush creeping up your chest and neck as it settled across your cheeks.

"Katsuki, please...," you begged, fluttering your eyes up at him. It didn't take much for him to crumble, swiping your panties to the side and thrusting deep into your soaked pussy.

Like clockwork, Bakugo explodes, covering his hand in spend before getting to imagine fucking you. He can never make it to touching you in any of his dreams, you're always just out of reach or he finishes, cutting the scenario short. He rinses the evidence down the drain and turns the water temperature ice cold.

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The next day, Bakugo sluggishly made his way to homeroom, running a few minutes later than usual. He rounded the corner on the third floor when he practically bumps into you, startling himself.

"Oh! Morning Bakugo, how are you?" you ask, a pleasant smile gracing your lips. He stares at them, assuming you'd just applied lip gloss with the way they shine under the hallway lights.

"Fine." Bakugo turns his eyes to the floor, stuffing his hands into his pockets nervously. There's a pause between the conversation and his first instinct is to shove past you and bolt for homeroom, but he doesn't.

"Can I ask you something?" you say as you grab his forearm to take him away from the stairwell. He recoils at your touch, ripping his arm from your grasp.

"Sorry, I shouldn't...forget it."

You're turning to head down the hallway when his anxiety quiets for a split second, allowing him to speak to you for the first time in months.

"No, wait...'m sorry. What is it?"

Bakugo's eyes haven't left the tiles on the floor, but something is telling him what you wanted to ask was important. You don't turn to face him when your shoulders droop.

"You're always running from or actively avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?" There's a sadness in your voice that makes his heart drop into his stomach. He was an asshole for not thinking how his actions would affect you, too focused on running away like a fucking coward instead of treating you like a person.

"No. You didn't do anythin' wrong," he mumbles, tapping his foot restlessly.

"Then why the hell can you not even stand to be around me?! You're the only person in the whole class who acts like I have the plague."

'Shit, shit, fuck! What do I even say?' Bakugo thinks to himself, thoughts racing to find some kind of excuse. The words bubble up in his throat faster than he can stop them from spilling out.

"It's 'cause I like you!"

Uh oh.

You whip your whole body around to face him, eyes wide with an eyebrow cocked in confusion. "...What?"

His mind is screaming 'run!,' but his body won't move.

Shaking your head, you start to laugh, relishing in the ridiculousness of the situation. He liked you, but had a case of the "eww cooties!" bullshit? Oh, if only you knew.

"I'm not gonna talk about this here, I'll come by your dorm after classes today. Okay?"

Bakugo finally meets your gaze, gritting his teeth to prevent any other unwanted confessions. "...'kay."

You give him a wave and head off toward the 3A homeroom down the hall, leaving him with his thoughts.

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After class, you keep your promise and head to the fourth floor of the dormitories to Bakugo's room. One tap of your knuckles and the door swings open.

"Hey, still free to talk?" You ask, giving him a second chance to shoo you away.

"Yeah, come in." It was taking everything in him not to dart into the hallway and run until he couldn't anymore. He shuts the door behind you quietly. The latch barely clicks when he feels your hand on his bicep, your grip catching him off guard and causing him to stumble into the wall. Your body is suddenly in his personal bubble, chest pressed against his when your lips crash on to his.

'Is this really fucking happening?'

A surprised groan escapes Bakugo between the kiss, his hands flexing at his sides to keep himself together. He can feel the excess sweat begin to stain his palms.

You pull back with a smack of your lips. "Better?"

His mind was completely blank while simultaneously running at mach speed. How do you look so...stunning, all the time? He could feel the stickiness of your lip gloss on his lips - it tasted better than he imagined it would, a faint cherry flavor dancing on his tongue.

"Earth to Bakugooo!" you call, waving a hand in front of his face.

Bakugo violently shivers, his nerves catching up with the emotions flowing through his whole body.

'Don't be a fucking coward, Katsuki. Just do it!' He screams internally, urging himself to make a goddamn move.

"Oh shit, was that your first kiss?!" you yell, not able to fathom that he had never been kissed. "I'm sorry, I assumed -"

He grabs the back of your head, diving in to capture your lips once more. Time slows to a crawl as Bakugo maps out every inch of your mouth, savoring every second of the moment. Your lips are much softer and plush than he dreamed they would be, and if you weren't holding on to him, he was convinced he'd float away into the stratosphere. You can feel the sweat on his palms drip against the nape of your neck, but it doesn’t bother you. It’s warm, a honey-like consistency seeping into the fabric of your uniform.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against your own.

"I would have assumed someone as hot as yourself would have a body count by now," you tease, tracing a light circle over his exposed collarbone.

"Shut up," he whispers shakily. "Was never interested in that shit."

"Fair enough, but right now, your body is telling me a different story."

You let your hand trail down his body, brushing against his clothed erection. Bakugo's entire body stiffens, all the muscles in his body turning to stone at the featherlight touch of your fingers.

"Tell me to stop and I will."

"No."

The answer is immediate, a growl swallowed by your mouths colliding once again. Your fingers trace the outline of the tent in his slacks a second time before mindlessly fumbling with his belt. His hands are occupied with grabbing your hair and waist to pull you as close as possible, all precaution on his side melting like putty in your hands. The adrenaline rush of it all was fueling the fire churning in his guts, practically high off your affection and you’ve barely touched him.

The belt clasp flops to each side as you maneuver your way through the buttons and zipper expertly.

'How the fuck is this happening right now?'

Your hand swiftly pulls at his slacks, enough to allow room to squeeze through the waistband of his boxers, your delicate fingers wrapping around his dick. It's throbbing, painfully so, and burning hot to the touch. Between sloppy kisses, Bakugo gasps as if it’s his last breath on earth, trembling beneath your palm. You thumb over the tip, using the pre-spend to glide your hand over his shaft. The moan that is coaxed out of him is deep and voracious, hungry for more of your touch. A lightning bolt strikes through your core, his ecstasy fueling your own desire as you continue to clash tongues with him.

“Your moans are so fucking hot, Katsuki,” you pant between kisses. “Way hotter than I ever dreamed they’d be.”

Oh god, you used his name. You’ve never said it before. And the first he’s hearing it is…like this? Bakugo’s rocketing toward orgasm at the thought of potentially hearing it again.

And again. And again.

Sparks are flying in his abdomen, an entire Fourth of July fireworks show erupting as he squirms beneath you. He’s interchangeably moaning and whining into your mouth, shuddering uncontrollably.

“Fuck, ‘m-mmph!”

He attempts to silence himself as he spills out all over your hand and in his boxers, endless ropes of white pouring out of him. You remove your hand from his pants, placing a peck to his cheek and walking into his bathroom.

What. The. Fuck!?

Bakugo’s in the afterglow of his orgasm, awestruck as he slouched against the wall trying to catch his breath. His chest heaved and thighs quivered - the fact that he was still standing was a miracle.

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The two of you sat in silence on his bed, waiting for the other to start the conversation. He took a deep breath, turning to face you with blushing cheeks.

“I…never, fuck, sorry. I’m fuckin’ nervous,” Bakugo begins to explain, trying to compose himself. You tenderly slip your fingers in his, intertwining them in an awkward hold. It calms his nerves enough to continue.

“I didn’t understand this feelin’ at all. You show up outta nowhere and…knocked me on my ass. I’ve never experienced anythin’ like this and I…didn’t handle it well.”

“It’s alright, water under the bridge. For the record, I always thought you were hot,” you giggle, shooting him a wink. “You just kept running and didn’t let me hit on you.”

Of course Bakugo was his own worst enemy in this situation. He could see that clearly now as opposed to his previous blindness by a fierce case of infatuation. He smirked, finally letting his walls come down - brick by brick.

“I settled for kissing Kaminari one night instead.”

Your comment makes him choke on his own spit, sputtering out, “Y’kissed Dunceface?! When?!”

That gets you cackling, removing your hand from his as you fall back onto his bed. You’re holding your sides while Bakugo’s crossing his arms, nose to the ceiling at your reaction.

“Hah! It was months ago and only once. He cried after.”

Now he’s laughing, breaking his stoic facade. He’s somewhat taken aback by his own laughter, silently acknowledging how easy communicating with you turned out to be. You return to sitting upright and sigh.

“I’m sorry, too, for jumping you like that. We don’t have to talk about it, either.”

Bakugo fidgets with the hem of the comforter on his bed. “I said I didn’t want ya to stop, so don’t apologize.”

You smile, a rosy tint appearing on the apples of your cheeks. “I like you, Katsuki. I’m okay with doing this - no labels, fast or slow - while we get to know each other. No pressure, though. We could never talk again if that’s what you wanted.”

“I obviously like you too, idiot. Just be patient with me. ‘S all I ask of ya.”

“Deal!”

Bakugo leans over and kisses you, soft and slow, a way of him saying thank you. He’s unabashedly on cloud nine, glowing with newfound confidence, all thanks to you.

Did that stop his raunchy and taunting wet dreams in the coming months? Not even a little. He just has a better solution to his growing salacious appetite - you.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — thank you again @bakubae-by for the prompt! 😊 tags; @slayfics

[whoreforjisung]

Pervy Neighbor Jisung Pt.2 ✨

Content/tags/warnings: smut / jisungxfem reader / perv!jisung / reader is a little bit of a perv too / masturbation(m,f) / “noona” / mentions of other members / drug use / panty stealing / cum eating / switch!jisung / switch!reader / mutual pining

Word Count: 4.2k

a/n: Since a lot of people seemed to enjoy my first one-shot, I decided to continue the story in multiple parts! Constructive criticism as well as requests are welcome! Next part will include the house-warming party 👀

Not proofread, all characters are only used for the purpose of face-claims and do not reflect real-life actions and behaviors of people involved

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It’s been almost a month since you moved in, and Jisung has, quite frankly, run out of material. As much as he adored that picture he snapped through your window of your delectable ass presenting itself to him, there were only so many scenarios he could logistically work with- his favorite being one of the first he conjured up, with you inviting him over during a yoga session on your balcony. He was especially fond of that one.

In fact, he had already run through them all several times, and as a man with a creative inclination, he needed new imaginary canvases to paint even more indecent imagery with. He really didn’t know how he ended up in this situation. Sure, he was always a man who thought more with the head between his legs than the one atop his shoulders, but he was never one to actively display such depraved behavior- that was, until you invaded his mind. You were akin to a captivating siren luring him out to the vast depths of the sea that was his lust for you, and he wasn’t quite sure that he wanted to resist your entrancing melody.

There were a few minor complications preventing him from reaching his goals, though. The first being how the hell he would successfully obtain fresh aids for his newfound private pastime. In order to give himself more inspiration to work with, he needed to get closer to you. Normally, he would not see this as an issue at all, as he was rather confident in his physical appearance and charisma. The second- and most debilitating issue, however, lies in your surely abhorrent first impression of him. A visceral chill creeps up his spine at the mere thought of what your current opinion of him must be.

After he fucked his frustrations into his fist every night to thoughts of you, he stared at his ceiling making mental diagrams of different approaches he could take for you to nudge him over to your good side. He may have doomed himself from the first day with his thoughtless and downright rude behavior, but he was determined to rectify the misunderstanding he had perpetuated.

Luckily for Jisung, his ever-reliable mate, Felix, had already taken the first steps for him- by adding you on various social media outlets. He had been mindlessly scrolling when you stood out in the crowd of faces in his suggested friends page. It may not seem like much, but the best possible starting point had practically fallen right into his lap. He now had access to your name, interests, dislikes, music taste, and friends list- conveniently right at his fingertips to educate himself with whenever he desired. Not to mention, one mouth-watering, jaw-dropping, boner-popping display of your gorgeously-proportioned body, clad in a slutty little powder blue string bikini- just for him. It was certainly claiming it’s spot at the top the spank bank for later. He’ll have to send Felix something as a token of his appreciation for that one.

Through his frequent investigations of your treasure trove of publicly accessible information, he learned that you are, in fact, one year older than him- that was going to do wonders for his little “noona” kink. His suspicions of you being an artist were correct, much to his delight, as he’s naturally attracted to creative minds. Your taste in music also aligns surprisingly well with his own. You have more tattoos than he originally thought- which he finds incredibly hot. In your bikini pic, he spotted a dazzling silver gem nestled above your belly button- also sexy. It made him wonder if you have more piercings in places hidden under the skimpy garment- he really hoped you did. One crucial piece of information he couldn’t deduce from his research, though, was your relationship status. If you were in a relationship, it couldn’t be a happy one. There was no indication of you having a partner on any of your platforms, so he decided it was unlikely.

Now that he learned as much as he possibly could about you without direct contact, he needed to find a way to repair your skewed perception of him. He could go with his original plan of just knocking on your door, introducing himself, and apologizing, but that seemed a tad bit more risky than he was comfortable with. Since you were apparently acquainted with Felix, maybe he could convince him to act as his wingman? No, he didn’t want to come across as desperate- even if he absolutely was. Maybe Miroh? The two of you were already friends on the game thanks to him assisting you with your S-Class Dungeon victory. He could help you through the slightly more daunting Levanter or Circus stages next. And then what? Just send “hey, by the way, I’m your new neighbor.”? You would wonder how he knew who you were, and instantly be creeped out- rightfully so. He’ll still help you through more dungeons anonymously though. The intense adrenaline rush he gets from it, along with the blood that rushes straight to his junk when you cutely beg him for help- is addictive.

Your bikini pic sufficed to tide Jisung over for another week and a half, shamelessly painting your image on his phone screen white at least once, sometimes twice, or even three times a day. During this time, he strolled the market he had discovered you frequented and gained some helpful intel- you were a bit closer to Felix than he originally thought, even stopping by the various stands he often helped out with to chat or drop off food for him. A few times, Jisung thought about coming up to him while you were there to introduce himself. Ultimately, he decided it would be best for you to naturally stumble upon them hanging out together. So, he cleverly plotted to join his friend with his market volunteering for the next month or so. The first week was a bust, since you seemed to be avoiding Felix with him in the picture now. Regardless, he didn’t let it discourage him, and attentively remained loyal to his plan.

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When you told Felix about how you didn’t host a house-warming party, as you didn’t really know anyone in the area yet, he offered to throw you one to introduce you to his friends. As he got to know you better, he knew you would fit right in with his friend group. When you agreed, he gave you descriptions of his seven closest friends. You were already briefly introduced to Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, but he threw in a few more names you didn’t recognize. Among the unrecognizable names, you tried to pick out the one that could belong to your neighbor, the boy you had spotted curled up on the couch in Minho’s study. Based on his descriptions, it couldn’t have been Jeongin- the youngest of the group, or Jisung- the affectionately-dubbed “babygirl” in Felix’s words. That left you with Chris, his fellow Australian mate, and the eldest. However, his description didn’t match your neighbor either.

When you set out for the market a few days later to deliver Felix some extra sugar cookies you had baked that morning, you saw him again. He was engaged in a conversation with your friend as they appeared to be working one of the fresh fruits and vegetable stalls together. You weren’t close enough to make out what was being discussed between the two, but your attention was drawn to the brunette’s body language. You observed the two friends for a few minutes, as your neighbor cycled through a series of cutesy expressions, excited little jumps, and exaggerated hand movements directed toward Felix. You were dumbfounded by how he candidly resembled a completely different person to the one you had briefly encountered over a month ago. This guy seemed to have an energetic and charismatic personality- an immensely stark contrast to the insolent and crude introduction you were given. You decided to return home with the cookies still in hand, not quite ready to approach yet.

Later that night, you were still hung up on thoughts about your neighbor. You originally thought he really was just an asshole, but the glimpse of him you saw at Minho’s place, as well as the market, had you reconsidering. You wanted to find out more about him. If he did behave differently to you specifically, why was he so callous? You were sure his outburst was the first time you saw him, so it’s not like you did anything to personally upset him. Frustrated, you navigated towards Felix’s social media in the hopes of finding his profile to learn more about him.

To say the man had a lot of followers would be an understatement. He was clearly very popular, and you began to lose hope of finding your neighbor amongst them. You couldn’t spot him in any of the group selfies on Felix’s page either. An imaginary lightbulb illuminated itself in your head as you realized you could just text Felix, asking him to send you all of his friend’s profiles. It wouldn’t be weird, since you’d be meeting them all soon at your house-warming party anyway. While waiting for him to reply, you opened the jar perched on your nightstand, containing a handful of special gummies, popped one in your mouth, and walked to the nearby convenience store to replenish your snack supply.

On your way back home, your phone lit up with the notification of Felix’s reply as you started to feel the effects of the gummy take hold. Immediately after closing your door and kicking your shoes off, you reclined yourself on the sofa, your bag of snacks within arm’s reach, and opened your chat with Felix. Sure enough, he sent you links to seven profiles with each of their names attached. Chris was first, with his feed mostly consisting of himself on late-night walks around town, pictures of his dog, and gym selfies. You immediately noticed how fit he was, with a killer face to match, and began to wonder if all of Felix’s friends were as absurdly attractive as he was. The next profile, Minho’s, caught you off guard to say the least. There were barely any pictures of him, and the ones that were posted usually distorted his face with the most outlandish filters you could imagine. The rest of his feed was overflowing with pictures of his three adorable cats, as well as several unappetizing close-ups of what appeared to be food. You were definitely intrigued, and were looking forward to getting to know him better. The next link directed you to Changbin’s page. While you did briefly meet him in person already, you were too overwhelmed by the utter chaos unfolding in Minho’s apartment to really take in his physique. He was a total gym rat- his feed plastered with pictures showcasing his enormous muscles to prove it. What really surprised you, though, was the sheer amount of dance covers he posted featuring popular k-pop girl group songs. The man knew how to shake it, and you were pleasantly surprised by the way he didn’t lock himself into his masculine side, despite his appearance. Moving on to Hyunjin, you probably spent around an hour admiring the captivating artwork he posted. As an artist yourself, you were enamored by his abstract and romantic style. Equally as captivating, were his features. He was a fashion model, and clearly had the looks for it. You couldn’t spot a single flaw on his perfectly sculpted face.

When you returned to Felix’s links and opened the next one- Jisung’s, you immediately recognized the doe-eyed brunette in the profile picture as your neighbor. Felix had described him to you as the mood-maker of the group, with his hilarious personality and exaggeratedly cute behavior impossible to resist. You had thought Jisung was one of the least likely to be the person in question, so this discovery was very jarring. Even more so, however, was the duality he displayed with his selfies. The most recent upload featuring a cute pose- big, round eyes, puffy cheeks, and pouty lips. As you scrolled down to the next, you were met with a completely different vibe. His head was tilted back, as if he was looking down at you, with sultry siren eyes, his chain necklace dangling from perfect teeth, and the neckline of a loose-fitting white t-shirt exposing his gorgeously-tanned neck and collarbones. You scrolled back and forth between the two pictures, in absolute awe at the fact that they both displayed the same person.

As you continued scrolling, his occupation as a music producer and songwriter was revealed. He uploaded several aesthetic pictures with his own work serving as background music, and you had to admit- he definitely had talent. Each instrumental perfectly encapsulated the vibe of the picture it was paired with, and he definitely knew what he was doing from a production standpoint. The real shock came when you stumbled upon his singing and rapping videos, though. He really could do it all. He perfectly rode every beat with his flow, topping it off with impeccable enunciation. The most impressive (and admittedly attractive) aspect was his ability to effortlessly switch the tone of his voice, going from an insanely high register to a low, raspy one instantaneously. This skill clearly also carried over to his singing- his higher vocals incredibly stable, and his raspy, low tone shamefully had you feeling some type of way. You decided to blame that on the effects of the gummy.

You lingered on Jisung’s profile for longer than you would have liked to admit, especially the pictures displaying his surprisingly flirty and cocky persona. There was one picture in particular, that had your imagination running wild. His eyes were shrouded in black eyeliner, looking straight into the camera, with his lips slightly parted and his tongue protruding toward the corner of his mouth. His thumb nestled just below his bottom lip- complete with black nail polish. It gave off the vibe of him looking up at you from between your thighs, after mercilessly coaxing multiple orgasms out of you with his seemingly skilled tongue, and lazily wiping the remnants of your release off his chin.

To be honest, you’ve been attempting to ignore the persistent throbbing in your core since you first started exploring his feed, but that last picture completely abolished all resolve you were desperately clinging to. Your right hand had been absentmindedly tracing light circles up and down your thigh for the last ten minutes, slowly drawing increasingly closer to your aching heat. Your own hand became Jisung’s in your imagination when you scrolled to a photo of his, wrapped around the neck of an electric guitar. The caption read “Guitar isn’t the only thing my hands are skilled with, ladies… ;)” The little shit knew exactly what he was doing, which, was oddly attractive to you. Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts. With your middle finger nestled between your folds, you gasped at the contact.

Your heightened senses due to the gummy amplified the intensity of every touch, the pleasure increasing tenfold. To say you were soaked would be an understatement. The back of your hand was immediately coated with your arousal, as it sandwiched itself between your needy cunt and completely drenched panties. The lewd sounds caused by your wetness, along with the humiliation that washed over you as you realized you were still on the couch in your living room, only served to turn you on even more. As your middle finger breached your entrance, soon followed by your ring finger, you pictured Jisung’s pretty fingers slowly pumping you instead. Black fingernails becoming a clouded shade as your juices coat them, dripping over his silver rings. You wondered if you would be able to feel them as his fingers pushed in and out, or when they bumped up against your swollen clit as he curled his fingers upwards, relentlessly pounding your sweet spot. When you added his tongue into the picture- sloppily lapping anywhere his hand didn’t obstruct, occasionally dragging along your inner thighs and hungrily licking your arousal that had reached there, you let go. You couldn’t control the spasming of your legs, as well as the obscenely load moan that escaped past your lips, as you lost yourself in the most intense orgasm you have felt in ages. After a few minutes of regaining your composure, you washed up and crawled into bed. You were looking forward to getting to know Jisung better.

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The next week Jisung helped Felix at the market, you finally made your appearance. He had his back turned to the bustling foot traffic, tediously deboning a massive chunk of raw tuna when his ears (and dick) involuntarily perked up at the sound of your sweet voice. “Hey Felix! How’s it going today?” You cheerfully approached, prompting the brunette to wonder how his name would sound as it rolled off your lips. “Hey yourself! Its a little slow today, but should pick up around lunch. This is my friend Jisung I was telling you about!” The blond returned, gesturing towards him. Felix told you about him? He wondered what you had heard, and how it made you feel, but quickly shook his thoughts away before he could get lost in them. This was finally his chance to reintroduce himself, and he was not gonna fuck it up this time. He swiped his hands across the front of his apron as he turned towards you, offering what he hoped was a charming smile.

“I would give you a handshake, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want fish smell on your hands. Sorry we kinda got off on the wrong foot there, it’s great to meet you!” He mustered up his best approach as he shot you an apologetic look, nervously cradling the back of his neck with his right hand.

“Oh, no worries! Felix told me you were really nice, so I figured you were just having a bad day. It’s nice to meet you too!” you replied. It took everything in his power to not grab his friend’s stupidly-lovable face and plant a big, fat kiss on his freckle-covered cheek right then and there. The man was, quite literally, doing all of the hard work for him.

After exchanging your greetings, you moved onto the next stall on your list. Meanwhile, Jisung attempted to burn your approximate waist-to-hip ratio into his memory- for a more realistic point of view of him taking you from behind, of course. His mesmerized focus was abruptly interrupted by his friend landing a friendly smack to his ass, signaling for him to get back to work.

Later that night, he was working on a new song when his phone exploded with notifications from his group chat with his friends. Felix had sent a text notifying everyone about a house-warming party he was hosting for a friend. When his eyes swept across your name, he immediately felt himself tighten in his joggers. He had basically pavloved himself into suffering automatic erections at the slightest thought of you with the recent frequency of his jerking off. To say he was ecstatic would be an understatement as he skimmed through the rest of the messages. He was invited to your place. Of course, his friends would be there too, but actually seeing the inside of your living space, as well as being so physically close to you- would add a whole new level of realism to his sinful fantasies. His usual view of you was from the distance of his own apartment, obstructed by two windows when you weren’t on your balcony. Your appearance at the market today was the closest he’s gotten so far.

Maybe if he played his cards right, he could sneak off into your bathroom, find out what shampoo and body wash you used, and purchase the same. Adding the element of your scent to his late-night sessions could be fun. The more he thought about it, the more depravity overtook him. What if he didn’t stop there? What if he snuck into your bedroom? Found a pair of panties to shove in his pocket and later shove into his face as he climaxes, or found your toys you use to get yourself off when you should be using him.

Still seated in front of his computer, he slightly reclined the chair back as he pulled down his waistband and teased his leaking tip slowly, his mind brewing up his latest creation. He was at your party with his friends. You were distracted by replenishing snacks, Changbin and Seungmin were engaged in a heated debate while the others focused on playing a game on your TV. He took advantage of the distractions and made his move, heading towards your bathroom. He passed the door as he embarked on his real mission- to find your bedroom. After one unsuccessful attempt opening the door to reveal a storage closet, he finally found it.

Once he shut the door behind him, he allowed himself a few seconds to take in his surroundings. When his eyes locked onto the door to your closet slightly ajar, he crossed the room and opened it further. Your laundry basket sat on the floor, powder blue lace thong placed neatly on top. He picked up the garment, intending to relocate it to his pocket, but his hand moved faster than his brain, bringing it up to his face instead. Once he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, there was no hope for him. He shifted to the edge of your bed, uncrumpling your panties and flattening them out neatly on your mattress. He quickly released his swollen cock, laying it on top of your thong as he used the pad of his thumb to apply light pressure. His hips slowly thrusted, grinding his greedy dick between the dainty lace and his calloused thumb, the contrast of textures driving him crazy. As he increased his pace, he wrapped the lace around his whole circumference and replaced the tip of his thumb with his entire hand, amplifying the pressure. The sight of his tan cock peeking through the blue lace, along with the filthiness of his actions, had him biting his bottom lip for dear life to contain his moans threatening to escape.

He did the same in real life. As his thighs started quivering, he threw his head back against the headrest of his seat. His efforts to bite back his noises failed, however, as he couldn’t contain the loud moan that forced its way through his clenched teeth when his hand grazed over a particularly sensitive spot. Feeling his orgasm approaching, he released his grip completely, twitching at the sudden loss of contact. He wasn’t going to cum yet, not when the highlight of his fantasy had yet to play out. He collected himself for a moment before engrossing himself in his scene again.

He began to panic as his hips started twitching. Soft, needy moans and incoherent mumbling rolling off of his drool-covered lips. He needed to cum, but had nothing to release into. He was so lost in his pleasure that he couldn’t stop as the sound of your door creaking open penetrated through his panting and the wet sounds of his spit and precum-coated cock. He locked eyes with your shocked expression as he blew his hot load all over your panties and bed.

“N-Noona.. I-“ you cut him off with a strong slap to his left cheek. His weak legs not able to support him as his knees buckled collapsed to the floor, the side of his face landing dangerously close to the wet spot he had created on your bed. You stood behind him, forcefully grabbing him by his hair and shoving his face directly into the mess.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you. If you’re going to be a filthy pervert, the least you can do is clean up after yourself.” You spat, further rubbing his face into his own cum. He stuck his tongue out, catching his release on it as your grip on his hair controlled him. When you heard his muffled moans you kneeled down, your face now level with his when you tugged his head upwards. “Are you seriously getting off on this you sick fuck?” You pushed him with his back now flush against the side of your bed. “Oh my god, you’re fucking hard again!” Another slap to his cheek, this time the left. You both looked down as the pain from your slap caused his length to jerk violently, a pathetic bead of precum seeping from the tip and rolling down his shaft. You caught it with your finger, bringing your digit to his mouth and shoving it in. He hungrily sucked it off, a deep moan bellowing from his chest. Withdrawing your hand from his mouth and reaching behind his head, you clutched onto the cum-soaked panties, tilted his head upwards, and shoved them in his mouth.

Jisung groaned as he twitched in his hand, shooting his release all over himself and his keyboard, dripping down between the keys. He had been putting off cleaning the damned thing for weeks, and sighed as he slumped further down in the chair. Thanks to you, he wouldn’t be able to procrastinate any longer.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 144 🔞

Prompt: Secret OnlyFans Account

Tags: Watching porn, reference to the pandemic, unprotected sex (it’s me y��all), daddy kink, Kevin is exactly the whiny bottom you expect (said lovingly), pet names

A/N: I hope you enjoy Sangyeon’s username. Likes, reblogs, & comments welcome & encouraged.

Network(s): @tbz-network

Kevin needed new material. New material for his spank bank, specifically. He sighed as he scrolled through the free previews on his porn site of choice. A very toned torso and thighs caught his attention. The man wasn’t showing his face, just completely naked with one hand wrapped around his cock and the other resting on his thigh. He wasn’t making much noise to the point Kevin wondered if he needed to check his speakers. He preferred them loud. Whatever, call him a cliche. There was a ring on the man’s right index finger that looked familiar. The light periodically caught it when he’d buck his hips. But it was the soft “fuck” in English that made Kevin freeze. He paused the video and tried to zoom in on the ring. It only made it blurry, but it was enough. It appeared to match the one on Kevin’s own right hand. He glanced at the username - Daddy LoveLee. He slammed his laptop shut and power walked to the leader’s room.

“What?” Sangyeon asked when he opened the door to Kevin pounding on it.

“Do you have an OnlyFans account?” Kevin hissed. Sangyeon slapped his hand over Kevin’s mouth and pulled him into the room.

“How did you know that?” he demanded.

“I’m a dude. I watch porn,” Kevin replied.

“Yes, but how did you find me?” Sangyeon pressed.

“I was just scrolling. It came up on the free previews,” Kevin told him.

“Oh god,” Sangyeon put his head in his hands.

“You forgot to take off your ring. And I recognized your voice,” Kevin continued.

“I only speak English on there…I mean…shit,” Sangyeon stared at him.

“Who taught you most of your English?” Kevin asked.

“Fair,” Sangyeon sighed. “Don’t tell anyone?”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Though if you ever want to have a guest appearance, I’m happy to do it,” Kevin smirked. Sangyeon’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

“I’d bottom for you, if you ever wanted to mix things up,” he shrugged. “I would, of course, expect a cut of the profits from that video.”

“You already see the profits from it. Every time I pay for dinner or drinks,” Sangyeon told him.

“How long have you had it?” Kevin asked.

“Since 2020. Money was tight because of the pandemic and I knew how I looked naked so I set it up. It was profitable pretty much from the outset. Now I’m in the top 1%,” Sangyeon replied.

“You’re the second to last one of us I would’ve expected to do that,” Kevin said.

“Who’s the last?” Sangyeon asked.

“Really?” Kevin raised an eyebrow.

“Younghoon,” they said in unison.

“Did you mean what you said? About going on the channel?” Sangyeon questioned.

“I did,” Kevin nodded.

“You’d let me fuck you and post it on the Internet?” Sangyeon continued.

“Yes, if you insist on spelling it out,” Kevin said. “I’ve always thought about trying porn and why not have it be my leader railing me? I have to warn you though, I’m loud.”

“Let me see what my subscribers think and if they’re up for it then we’ll do it,” Sangyeon replied.

“Show them a couple pictures of my abs and they’ll agree,” Kevin stepped closer to Sangyeon and kissed him. Sangyeon leaned into the kiss, walking Kevin back toward his bed.

“How about a test run?” Sangyeon suggested when they parted, his body firmly on top of Kevin’s.

“You want to fuck me for free?” Kevin teased.

“I think you want to be fucked for free,” Sangyeon smirked. This wasn’t a side of Sangyeon that Kevin saw often. He was cocky and self assured when they were filming content or playing a game he knew he’d win, but rarely when they were in the dorms just being themselves. Of course, that was before Kevin discovered his secret.

“And if it’s no good then I rescind my offer,” Kevin snarked back.

“I doubt that. I’ve seen the guys you bring home when you’re not fucking Jacob. You’ll be begging for me to fuck you every night,” Sangyeon nipped at Kevin’s jaw.

“What are you implying?” Kevin asked, enjoying Sangyeon’s weight on him a little too much.

“That you settle and now that I know you’re interested, you don’t have to,” the elder replied. Kevin knew it was true. He was more annoyed that Sangyeon clocked him on it.

“Fine, show me how you got to 1%,” Kevin said.

“Take off your clothes,” Sangyeon sat up.

“Yes Daddy,” it came out far more whiny and far less snarky than Kevin interned.

“Good boy,” Sangyeon grinned as he pulled off his shirt. Kevin whined at the pet name. Sangyeon smirked.

“I knew that would work on you,” he said, shucking off his sweats and underwear.

“You…you…are stereotyping me,” Kevin huffed as he got undressed.

“Was I wrong?” Sangyeon taunted, getting the lube out from next to the bed. Kevin tried to glare, but he knew it looked pathetic rather than annoyed. “So tell me darling, when’s the last time you took a dick?”

“Last week,” Kevin admitted. “But you don’t have to take forever to prep me. I like it when it burns a little.”

“You like when Daddy’s rough with you?” Sangyeon held Kevin’s chin between his index finger and thumb.

“I’ll tell you if I can’t,” Kevin replied, getting uncomfortably hot and hard from Sangyeon staring at him.

“Good, now on your front,” he instructed.

“You’re gonna take me from behind?” Kevin asked.

“If I’m gonna fuck you in front of a camera then yes, I’m gonna take you from behind. Viewers love to watch a useless cock bouncing while you’re being fucked,” Sangyeon hissed in his ear. Kevin swallowed hard.

“Okay,” he breathed.

“Unless you’re too embarrassed,” Sangyeon suggested.

“I’m not embarrassed! I just…haven’t been taken from behind in a while,” Kevin replied. The truth was he’d never been taken from behind. All his partners, especially Jacob, wanted to see his face when they were fucking him. Something about Sangyeon taking him from behind made it seem more illicit, more dangerous. It was hot.

“You’ll like it,” he felt Sangyeon smile next to his ear. Then he reached down between Kevin’s asscheeks and lubed his hole. He quickly prepped him then had Kevin face down, ass up on his bed. “Ready?”

“Yes Daddy,” Kevin whined. He felt the dull pop of a cockhead in his entrance. Damn Sangyeon was thick. He could tell in the video and he’d seen Sangyeon’s dick more times than he could count, but feeling his thick cock push into him was something even his wildest dreams couldn’t conjure. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” Sangyeon asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Kevin panted.

“I can wait,” Sangyeon replied.

“No, no keep going,” Kevin insisted.

“Okay,” Sangyeon agreed and bottomed out. This was easily the biggest dick he’d ever taken. Part of him hated that he now knew what two of his elder bandmates’ cocks felt like in his ass, but the whore part of him didn’t care. Sangyeon grabbed onto Kevin’s hips and fucked into him hard. Kevin buried his face in the sheets to muffle his moans. He had no idea if any of the others were home, but he didn’t want to expose himself just yet. The leader wasn’t showing him any mercy as he fucked into Kevin like he was a toy.

“Daddy…” Kevin whined.

“Yes baby?” Sangyeon asked.

“Touch me,” he said.

“Nope, you’re coming only on my dick. Subscribers love that too,” Sangyeon admonished. Kevin had no one to blame but himself. He was the one who suggested it in the first place. Sangyeon was gonna fuck him like a porn star not like a casual hookup or, god forbid, a boyfriend. As he gripped the sheets, he found he didn’t mind. Kevin didn’t know if minutes, hours, or years passed before he felt that distinctive heat in his hips.

“I’m gonna come,” he panted.

“Good,” Sangyeon said, changing the angle of Kevin’s hips so he was grazing his prostate. Kevin almost choked on his own spit as he came all over the bed. Sangyeon pulled out and Kevin felt hot come land all over his back. Part of him wished Sangyeon had come inside him, but that didn’t make for a good show. Kevin fell forward when he finished, careful to avoid the wet spot he’d created. He flopped on his back and looked up at Sangyeon. The older man lied down next to him and weaved their fingers together.

“So, still wanna be my guest star?” he grinned.

“Yeah,” Kevin smiled back.

“Good,” Sangyeon kissed him softly. “You need a shower.”

“God, I know,” Kevin laughed a little.

A few weeks later when they were waiting at a music show, Kevin’s phone dinged.

Transfer request: 675 million won

Then a message popped up.

Sangyeon: Your half of the video. Wanna make it permanent?

Kevin looked across the room at Sangyeon. The older man caught his eye and smiled.

Kevin: When do we start?

[viceroywrites]

private show

part one of three - henchman 21 x camstar!reader

ao3 ver here

Gary ends up stumbling upon your profile on a camstar website 24 had mentioned to him. He quickly becomes your most loyal viewer and top tipper.

So why not reward him with a private show?

(Set during Season 3/Pre-Two Ton 21)

cw: smut ahead includes the following: reader is a sex worker/camstar, usage of sex toys. 18+ only, minors dni.

To say Gary’s romantic life was non-existent was the understatement of the year.

Becoming a henchman at the age of 15 and his only social interactions being hanging out with 24 around the cocoon, it made sense why. There were little to no opportunities to meet someone outside of the Guild world since being a henchman was a 24/7 job. Gary hadn’t even told his mom that he was a henchman - how was he supposed to break that news to a potential girlfriend. The only romance Gary experienced nowadays was a one-sided pining crush on his boss’ now-wife, Sheila.

Somehow during one of his and 24’s hangouts, 24 had mentioned a particular cam model website that he perused every so often when the two had gotten into a discussion about what material they use to “relieve themselves.” Out of sheer curiosity, Gary looked into the site the following evening, clicking through cam model after model. About to call it quits and fall back on his classic spank bank material, his eyes widen at the sight of you, quickly clicking on your photo to tune into your live. 

He can already feel the material of his pajama pants tighten despite it looking like he arrived at the very end of your stream, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat as you were wrapped up in a fuzzy robe. Gary’s hand drifts lower, palming his thick bulge through his pants, your voice a bit raspy after what he assumed was an intense cam session, adding to the allure. Unlike the other models who seemed like they had a rehearsed script of moans and dirty talk, you spoke casually to your chat, answering questions casually. 

“No, guys, no matter how much you tip, I’m not going another round. Are you trying to kill me?” You chuckle, watching as the comments stream in. Your eyes scan over the sea of comments, playfully responding to a few of your regular viewers who often tipped generously. Gary watched in want, almost longing for your attention as your soft laughter sent shivers down his spine, continuing to stroke himself through his pajama pants. You let out a yawn, the fatigue slowly hitting you. “Alright, I’m about to knock out, guys. Any last words before I end the live?”

Gary’s not sure if it was pure horniness or a longing to get a sliver of your attention that drove his hands to reach up, pausing their ministrations as his fingers type out a response. 

‘Dude, I came in just 3 minutes ago but you’re actually stunning.’ - guest account

Your eyebrows raise at the guest comment since most guest accounts just pop in quietly, and then dip. Your lips curl into a tired grin, realizing whoever this commenter is came in late, but still stuck around just to hear you ramble for the last 3 minutes.

“Why thank you, mysterious guest commenter! Sorry to hear you missed the fun. I promise you I look better without the robe but you’ll just have to tune in next time to see, won’t you?” You reply with a wink. Gary stares at his screen in awe, shocked that you noticed his comment amidst the sea of responses spamming you for a response. “Oh fuck…” He whines, stroking his cock with renewed vigor through the fabric as his mind drifts to the thought of your soft skin underneath the robe.

“Good night everyone! Thanks for tuning in!” You say, blowing one final kiss to the camera which Gary groans at, cumming prematurely right as the screen cuts to black. Staring back at his reflection, he curses, glancing down at his now ruined pajama pants, “Oh dude, I just washed these!” 

After quickly changing his pants and boxers, Gary finds himself snooping through your profile. He figures out through your bio that you typically are live two times a week - once on Wednesday nights and once on Saturdays. Despite just cumming, he feels his erection begin to grow again as he clicks through your gallery, seeing photos of you in different states of undress from lingerie to topless but no full nudity. 

In a matter of seconds, Gary finds himself creating a profile with the username Viceroy and follows your profile, eager for your next live.

–

Over the span of the last few months, Gary had become a regular on your stream, joining right on time and usually being one of the first people to leave a comment with a small tip. He had set a reminder on his phone so he knew when you were going live, dropping whatever task he was doing as long as he wasn’t on an arch with the Monarch to go watch. 

His new found obsession with you was no secret as it became a common topic of conversation with his best friend.

“Dude, you should totally ask for a private show. I mean you’ve tipped on every single live and you’re a moderator for her chat! She’s totally into you.” 24 said excitedly as they both exited the lunchroom after enjoying Wednesday’s buffalo wings.

“Oh god no! I’m totally fine watching them through a screen, thank you very much. Besides, if she took one look at me, she’d run for the hills.” Gary sighed, reaching down to cup his stomach. 

“Aw, come on, dude, don’t get all self-deprecating on me. Total mood killer.” 24 nudges his friend’s side, hoping to lighten the mood, “You never know, some girls love chubby guys, they say they’re better to cuddle with.”

“She did say during a live that she prefers guys with a little more weight to them.. Maybe I might have a shot.” Gary perks up, the pair making their way down the long purple hallway back to their rooms. He feels his cell phone vibrating in the pocket of his henchman uniform, fishing it out. A notification flashes on his screen, indicating that you’re about to go live. 

“Oh dude, she’s live. I gotta go!”

Just as they round the corner, they run into the Monarch who stops them in their tracks, “21, 24, I need you both bright and early tomorrow to do some reconnaissance at Venture’s gay little summer camp he’s hosting.”

“Didn’t your wife say you weren’t allowed to arch Venture anymore?” 24 questioned with Gary chiming in while checking his phone, antsy to get back to his room, “Yeah, she’ll probably notice 24 and I are missing and she’ll know right away where we are.”

“Hmm, you’re right. Maybe I get those lousy moppets of hers to do it for me. Though even speaking to those two gives me the creeps.” Malcolm shudders with his henchman nodding in agreement.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you ask us to do these things all the time, I mean you have 100 other henchmen right?” 24 comments to which Malcolm shakes his head, “No way, most of the henchmen that are ranked above you haven’t even been here for a year. You and 21 are my most loyal men, considering you two stuck around and didn’t ditch me for Monstroso. You know how this whole operation works.” 

Seeing the time continue to tick away, Gary interrupts their conversation, “Sorry boss, I really gotta go! See ya later! ” He scurries off, leaving the two behind.

“Where the hell is he running off to?” The Monarch says in confusion.

“Oh, he got super into this camstar website I told him about and he watches this one model on there religiously.” 24 replies casually.

“Dude! Why did you tell him that?” Gary’s voice echoes down the hallway, picking up what 24 said right before he ran out of ear shot.

“What the hell was I supposed to say? Your mom was calling? That’s even more embarrassing, might as well tell him the truth.” 24 yelled to which Malcolm pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“I can’t believe you two are my most capable men.”

-

You had just started your live stream, making sure your ring lights surrounding your bed were properly set up before sitting back on the edge of the bed.

You look over the comments, greeting each person as they came into the room and left a tip. Though in reality, you were anxiously waiting for a particular someone - Viceroy.

He started popping into your lives in the last few months, leaving small but consistent tips and attending every single live with a few exceptions here and there. What made him stand out from the rest of the crowd was his sweet yet dorky nature. Most people, even your top tippers, would keep the conversation purely sexual or casual. At some point in the live show, Viceroy always left a sweet message, either wishing you a good night, or asking you if you’ve watched any of the shows he recommended.

The dynamic that you had with him did not go unnoticed by your other viewers who either got green-eyed with envy and tried to catch your attention with more generous tips or encouraged the banter between you two. 

After a few instances of some viewers getting a bit too jealous and becoming aggressive in their comments, you had decided it would be best to get a chat moderator and you found yourself naturally gravitating towards his profile, sending him a private message and asking if he would mind managing the chat moving forward.

Outside of that, you two only interacted during lives which had your curiosity peaking each time you went live. 

What was he like behind the screen?

What were his interests and hobbies?

What did he do for a living?

What did he look like?

You admittedly did some stalking on his profile which resulted in no answer to your many questions, his profile blank outside of his age and a profile picture of a yellow butterfly.

‘Guess he’s running late, I’ll get started then.’ You think to yourself as it has been a good 3 minutes of waiting and your audience was getting antsy, wondering when you were going to start.

“Alright guys, which toy should I use today?” You ask with a smile, reaching behind you to grab two objects - a vibrant yellow dildo in your right hand and a pink vibrator in your left.

“I know the vibrator’s a classic on my streams but I figured I’d throw in another option.” You say as you watch the comments flood in, requesting their choice while also throwing in other suggestions for other toys.

‘Let’s go with the classic!’

‘How about that rose toy you used a few weeks ago?’

‘Yellow dildo!’

“Looks like the yellow dildo has won!” You try to say enthusiastically though there’s a hint of disappointment as Viceroy has yet to log in. You let out a deep breath, trying to push down the feeling to get through the rest of the stream. 

“Let’s get started, shall we?” You say with a smile, slowly dragging up the material of your oversized shirt to reveal your bare chest to the camera.

-

“Oh, please don’t end early today!” Gary groans, pulling down the hood of his henchman costume as he scrambles to grab his old laptop. His fingers immediately fly to click on the bookmarked page he had for your profile and his jaw almost hits the floor at the sight that greets him, scrambling to grab his wired headphones as your sighs and moans begin to play from the speaker. 

Your legs are spread, back against the headboard with a few pillows propped up against your lower back and head for extra comfort. Sweat begins to bead at your forehead, your head thrown back in pleasure as the tip of your dildo presses deeper. In between your trembling thighs, your juices cause the yellow toy to glisten each time it glides out of you. You’re completely exposed to the camera, the audience seeing how the toy stretches you out.

Your toes curl as your free hand that was cupping your breast slides down to rub your sensitive clit. Your eyes flutter open to scan over your chat, your lips breaking out into a lazy grin at the sight of the familiar username popping up on screen.

‘So sorry I’m late! New toy?’ - Viceroy

You immediately perked up at the sight of his comment. You let out a shaky chuckle, continuing to pleasure yourself, replying to Gary’s comment immediately. “Yeah, it’s new. Hope you like it though you could have voted on it if you came in earlier.” You tease before shifting your attention to the other comments in the chat. 

To say that Gary liked it was an understatement as he whipped off the utility belt of his henchman costume, pushing the pants down. His cock was already erect at the sight. Something about seeing the yellow dildo - a color that he donned daily - gliding in and out of you turning him on even more. His fingers wrap around the base of the shaft, beginning to slowly stroke as he tries to keep in tempo with you. 

‘I was here on time!’

‘Dude, you always get her attention.’

‘Potential collab in the future between Viceroy and you? That’d be pretty hot.’

Your lips curl in amusement at the comments, “Now, now, behave everyone. You’ve all got my attention.” You assure your viewers though you can’t deny in your head that the thought of having Viceroy in the same room as you - despite not knowing anything about his appearance - caused you to clench tighter around the toy that is stretching you out. “Mm, collab with Viceroy, huh?” You say breathlessly, your voice hitching as you feel your first orgasm of the night slowly building. “Well, what do you think, Viceroy? Would you be up for it?”

Meanwhile, on his side of the screen, Gary's eyes roam over your body, wishing he could replace the toy between your thighs with his fingers, tongue, cock - anything to just get a taste of you.“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Gary groans, his hand picking up the pace. He feels his length throb as you call out his username, eyes widening at your proposal that he has only ever imagined in his wildest fantasies. His free hand fumbles across the keyboard, typing out an eager yet short response, sending a small tip attached to it.

‘With you? Absolutely.’ - Viceroy

After seeing Viceroy’s comment, you bite down on your lower lip. Typically, your cam sessions were strictly business for you - strip, seduce your audience, pleasure yourself, banter and then log off. However, you can’t ignore the skip of your heartbeat at this stranger’s comment and your mind begins to drift, imagining the dildo that is filling you up is Viceroy’s cock. Your toes curl as you suddenly pick up the pace and you shakily reply, “Well, maybe we can make that happen.”

“Oh god yes, please, please..” Gary pleads, having a vice grip around the base of his shaft as he attempts to hold off his fast approaching orgasm. He tried his best to pace himself during your cam sessions, having one too many instances where he got too eager and ended up cumming only a few minutes into your stream. His free hand clumsily reaches over to his nightstand, fumbling to grab a few tissues as he tries to time his orgasm with yours, the fantasy of filling you to the brim with his seed usually running through his head.

Your sighs, whimpers and moans were a symphony to his ears as his hand began to move again, sensing that your own orgasm was approaching. Gary hated to admit it but over the course of these last few months, he had memorized every little movement, twitch, shift in pitch of your voice that indicated when you were getting close. To put it bluntly, he was obsessed.

“Oh fuck…’ Your breath hitched, the tip of your dildo brushing against a particular spot that made your eyes roll back in ecstasy. Your body felt like mush, melting into the sheets, as you continued to imagine Viceroy’s body on top of yours, the thought of large hands digging into your skin as he thrusts mercilessly into you. “I’m close..” You whimper out, your vision getting blurry that you can barely make out the flurry of comments and tips that flood the chat.

However, you’re able to make out one simple command out of all of them.

‘Please cum for me.’ - Viceroy

The knot in your stomach suddenly releases as the white hot sensation of your orgasm hits you, practically causing you to gasp and cry out in ecstasy. Your free hand grips the sheets tightly, riding out the intensity of it. Your chest heaves up and down, catching your breath. You slowly pull the dildo out of you, revealing the sticky mess you had created. Sitting up, you give the audience a playful grin, deciding to rile them up - particularly Viceroy - one last time. Your lips part, your tongue laying flat against the plastic as you taste your own juices. Your tongue glides up and down slowly, eyes gazing seductively at the camera while you lap up the remnants of your cum. 

Watching you give your dildo a blowjob was driving Gary crazy, trying to envision his fingers focusing in on his swollen tip were your lips suctioned tightly around him. He can’t hold back any longer, gasping out your name as his sticky, white load splashes onto the keyboard, the tissues he had tried to prepare long forgotten by his thick thigh. “Oh gross, now the keys are all sticky...” He whines, grabbing the tissues and trying to wipe off the cum. Realizing the tissues weren’t going to cut it, he reluctantly steps away to retrieve some wipes that he kept in his bedside drawer.

Preoccupied with cleaning his mess as he meticulously runs the wipe over each key, hoping he wasn’t accidentally typing out some random strings of characters into chat, Gary’s gaze looks up to see you, having slid your shirt back on, signing off for the evening. “Huh, she usually sticks around for a bit longer to chat… must be tired.” He comments to himself, tossing the wipes into the waste bin. With ‘Stream Ended’ flashing on his screen, Gary is about to close out of the tab but he pauses at the sight of a notification in his inbox.

“What could that be?” He wonders, clicking on the notification in curiosity. Gary’s eyes widen as he sees your username, quickly opening the message. He nearly faints on the spot. He thought you were joking, simply bantering with him through the screen like you do with everyone else. Never in his wildest dreams could he have predicted the message that was on the screen:

‘So I wasn’t joking about that collaboration… but I figured, since you’ve been so loyal to me these past few months, how about a private session first? I’d love to put a face to your username, Viceroy.’ 

[rustboxstarr]

ANGSTY blurb but happy ending.

Eddie x bsf!Reader

Cw: love confession 🥰, talk of porn haha, character death, weed, Eddie being rly fragile physically from the upside down.

When you deliver Wayne the news that Eddie passed, not telling him about the upside down you both clear out his room.

When you show up with heavy shoulders and tears prickling your eyes you find Wayne nursing a beer on the couch, multiple cans littering the coffee table. Wayne looks up at you with sad eyes and greets you.

For about an hour you sit and talk about Eddie, grazing the surface of how deeply his death hit you both finally you slap your knees and stand up taking a deep breath ready to tackle Eddies room.

“Alright kid” Wayne looks up at you, making no attempt to stand himself “this is what we’re gonna do, you’re gonna take that duffel bag, and you’re gonna go in first and take out all the weird shit you know he wouldn’t want me to see and then we’ll get started” Wayne manages a timid smile and a chuckle as you nod your head.

He can hear your broken sniffles and dampened sobs but smiles everytime he hears simple laughs at the stupid things you find.

Jesus Eddie how many pornos does a man need?? You think to yourself as you check under his bed to find two stacks, mostly featuring heavy metal.

You frown confused as you open his bedside table to find lube, tissues, some more magazines and.. pictures of you?? Pictures you knew he’d taken but never seen before.

Quite a few taken in particularly loose and small clothing, some you didn’t even realise he had taken with your back to him. Then it hit you no fuckin way was he like jerking off to these Jesus Christ. But as you continue to ponder over the photos the possibility of him maybe having a little crush on you crosses your mind. I mean you wouldn’t be jerking of to pictures of your best friend unless you liked them right? Normal porn would suffice otherwise wouldn’t it??

All this time you had been harbouring a bit so small crush on him and he felt the same way? You consider telling him, confronting him and maybe both admit your feelings untill you realise you can’t. Because he’s dead.

Occupying yourself with rooting through the rest of his stuff you distract yourself from thinking further on what could have been or the fact that Eddie wasn’t around anymore.

20 minutes later you walk out with the duffel bag filled with porn, weed, a ridiculous amount of bongs and some other things that were hidden from view that you thought might be embarrassing for Wayne to find.

Wayne tells you to take anything you want but obviously leave some for him so you end up walking with about half of Eddies room to your car, listening to a mixtape he’d labeled feeling the blues like some wimp, the name making you laugh but the music making you wallow in sadness as you drive home.

(Skipping ahead lolz sorry)

You had been told by Owens that Eddie had passed, everybody had mourned him, there was a funeral and everything, until suddenly almost two months after the whole endeavour a military van slowed outside of Steve’s house in the middle of the night to drop off a beaten, bruised, still slightly bleeding and limping Eddie.

Steve called you that night shouting at you to come over and by morning you were crying and laughing with a fragile Eddie in your arms.

It was 3 am and you were sprawled out on the couch, sat comfortably against the pillows while Eddies head rested in your lap, Steve asleep on the recliner next to the tv.

“So Munson” Eddie looked up at you as you whispered his name “you know me and Wayne went through your room” his eyes widened slightly as you spoke “don’t worry he didn’t see anything, he sent me in first” you chuckled as he relaxed “but dude! What normal human being needs that much spank bank material?!” You whisper shouted.

He chuckled embarrassed “hey you can’t say shit you have like so many sexy books on your self” you sneered at him “and under your bed” he grinned. “That’s normal, what isn’t however is the amount of pictures of your best friend hidden under dirty magazines” you raised your eyebrows.

Eddie sputtered “wha- I, I hadn’t- I didn’t get a chance to put them up” he explained “Mm sure” you couldn’t fight the smirk pulling at your lips “you’re such a wimp dude, should have just told me you liked me” you said proudly “what so I could embarrass myself and walk off with my tail between my legs?” “Hah! So you admit you’re the devil” you grin widely. Eddie only rolls his eyes “and no, if you would have just told me you would have gotten to hear it back you idiot”

“Yeah sure so funny” he rolled his eyes again turning to look away from you “omg you shithead I’m serious” you bring his attention back to you “also you’re like an actual moron, Robin screaming at how I had a crush on you while she was drunk wasn’t a tip off?”

“She was drunk! And hey you didn’t tell me, you’re a wimp too!” He whisper shouts “this is not about me” you turn away faking being nonchalant.

[frizzycrls]

There was a tentative truce between Lucifer and Alastor ever since the battle. While they certainly weren't friends, they weren't threatening to demolish the hotel or making Charlie worried over the viciousness of their arguments either. Whenever they were forced to speak to each other, they kept their words brief and parted ways as soon as possible. Otherwise they ignored each other's existence.

Well, Alastor did.

Lucifer had started out pretending to not notice the red bastard's presence when they were in the same room. Then Vaggie 'accidentally' brought up the deal Charlie had made with the Radio Demon. The only thing that had stopped him from instantly turning the fucker into a new deerskin rug was the fact that Alastor hadn't been in the hotel at the time so Charlie had long enough to talk him down before he saw the sinner again.

After that, Lucifer watched the man every chance he could, trying to guess at what sort of favor Alastor could want from his daughter. The more he watched, the more oddities he noticed. Like the fact that no matter what degree of hellish inferno it was outside, the demon was covered from neck to toe. Even when wearing the ridiculous costumes he pulled out at the drop of a hat! Don't get him wrong, Lucifer enjoyed a bit of theatrics himself but Alastor was on another level when it came to flair and dramatic gestures. Each costume he pulled out was always a complete ensemble too. When the man committed to a bit, he fully committed to it! Didn't matter if the clothing was masculine or feminine, Alastor owned it and Lucifer had to begrudgingly admit he looked damn good doing it too.

(Don't get him started on the nurse costume. He would deny until the heat death of the universe that it had appeared in his dreams multiple times now.)

Sometimes, Lucifer had to wonder though. The more feminine costumes fit a little too well, the demon moving in them too naturally for it to be an occasional thing worn for a laugh. There were two hypothesis building in his mind and his curiosity was starting to get the best of him.

Alastor was starting to notice too. Or making it clear that he had noticed. Whatever. The point was that the demon had seen the way Lucifer watched him and didn't mind it. In fact, it almost seemed like he was encouraging it. Sideways glances and a teasing smirk were often followed with some exaggerated movement. A graceful twirl as someone attempted to make physical contact with Alastor when a simple sidestep would have done the same. An impossible, spine-breaking backwards bend when Angel Dust claimed to have the best flexibility of the hotel. That had been followed with a full competition between the two sinners and the Radio Demon absolutely won. Angel didn't mind losing, in fact he loudly voiced that was going straight into the spank bank material.

A proclamation that Lucifer was fairly sure a few others agreed with.

Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and started crossing the line they had drawn in the sand, going out of his way to sometimes compliment Alastor. At first, the deer seemed disbelieving, wary like he was waiting to be made into the punchline. Not that Lucifer could blame him, given the general antagonistic nature of their interactions at the start. As time went, Alastor seemed to soak in the compliments, playing it off as arrogant self-assurance though he smiled more genuinely and walked with a bit more pep afterwards. Then he started to seek out the King of Hell, showing off a new set of gloves, asking for his opinion on a particular outfit.

Each time left Lucifer wanting to see what was under the pretty packaging being displayed. Don't get him wrong, he found himself liking Alastor's cunning wit and ambitious nature as well. (When it was being aimed at someone other than himself or Charlie.) However, it was like there was a present being dangled in front of him that he wasn't allowed to unwrap and his fingers itched for the chance to. So he stepped up his methods, bringing little gifts that he had 'randomly found' that he felt worked well with one look or another.

The others eventually noticed. Charlie, of course, was delighted they were getting along. The others were of various opinions. Niffty was full of nearly-rabid glee while Husk wondered if he had been drugged or otherwise mentally altered. Vaggie kept looking at them like she had bitten into a lemon and Angel...

____________

If Angel Dust made one more Sugar Daddy joke, he might just let Alastor deal with him.

Short bit for a potential future story. I had the urge to do a trans-male Al that is fully comfortable with gender nonconformity. Like, he is completely a guy mentally but he likes looking pretty sometimes and loves anything that gets him attention.

Since Ao3 is down, my peeps here get to see it first

[eustassslut]

You asked for yandere kid pirates headcannons? I’ll give you yandere kid pirates headcannons!

♥️Kid uses those collars/bracelets that are put on with a lock and you will never see the key as long as you live because he likes having something on you at all times that he can use to tug you around with using his devil fruit♥️Wire definitely likes to toy with you by coming up behind you and holding a knife to your throat or a gun to your head because even though you both know he’s skilled enough with weapons to not cause any accidental harm he still likes the way you can’t help but shake with fear as to how far he’s planning on going with it♥️Heat seems like someone who would pull a trick such as letting you stay with him when the others are scaring you, but what are you going to give him in exchange for being so kind? He thinks maybe he’d be inclined to let you stay a bit longer in exchange for perhaps just a kiss? Or would you rather him throw you back out to the wolves?♥️You mentioned Killer being one of the people who controls what you wear, and he would probably enjoy dressing you up and style you like his own little doll just so he can order you to sit still while he takes plenty of photos to use as both a shaming tactic as well as new material for his spank bank (though he’d never admit that part out loud)♥️lastly I could see at least one of you getting their Jolly Roger tattooed on you either on an intimate place like a tramp stamp or right above the pubic bone or somewhere that every one can see like the side of the neck or upper back depending on who ultimately makes the best case for their preferred placement♥️

anon, these are delicious headcanons.

TW: drugging, forced dolification, harrassment, knife/trident usage to cause harm and blood

when you're first brought onto the ship, Kid forces you to wear thick metal handcuffs that can only be unlocked with his devil fruit or if you cut your hands off (which he doubts you would do just to get away from them). but as you're around longer and he grows more attached, Kid starts up a collection of handmade necklaces and bracelets for you. the collar you mentioned anon would be silver and has various small red stones, like rubies, intwined within them. if it wasn't a reminder of his cruelty and being trapped on this ship, it would be quite romantic. thus, the collar has to remain on you at all times unless you need to shower (in which case he's there just watching) and the only time he brings out the key is when you're unconscious.

Wire is cruel, arguably more cruel than Kid himself when it comes to his punishments and fantasies. he delights in nothing more than watching the pure terror in your eyes and the way your knees shake as he tortures you. he'll go to drastic measures to get his desired reactions and nothing works better than the panicked pleas that are offered to him the second he holds his trident to your neck, just pricking the skin and trailing small lines of bloods down it. the creepy bastard will respond with just licking up the blood and laughing to himself when you legs give way underneath you and he has to catch you. Wire knows you hate it when he torments you with his weapon collection, but he doesn't really care.

it's easy to overlook the way Heat uses the situation you're trapped in to his advantage. after all, with the way you're so focused on keeping yourself safe around the others it natural that you would underestimate Heat. Heat who is always more kind to you than the others, Heat that tells Wire to knock it off when he's being so cruel to you in front of him, reminds Killer that you need to eat and brings you gifts of things he knows you'd like. it's only fair after all he does that you thank him by accepting his advances. it'll start small, with him asking for a small kiss on the lips but each time you hide out in his room he'll ask for more and more.

the first time Kid deemed you well behaved enough for your own room (fitted with a lock that only they had the keys to and a transponder snail camera in the corner), Killer had forced you over to the large wardrobe in the corner. full of a wide selection clothes that Killer had tailored to fit your measurements which he took whilst you were drugged out. the clothes are expensive either stolen or handmade, things you wouldn't have been able to afford before. but with this new wardrobe and your own space comes rules. one of these being that Killer gets to pick what you wear for the day. so everyday you have to sit pretty in the room and try on every single item handed to you whilst he helps because "you're too weak to do that yourself, give it to me". then you have to let Killer pose you so he can take lots and lots of photos. except, some of those outfits he has you try on are less than appropriate and he delights in the embarrassed, shy looks you give the camera, making a mental note to use those photos later as he gets off. but be careful, if you don't listen to him, those photos could end up anywhere and with anyone.

now for the tattoo of the Jolly Roger, i think it would be suggested by either Kid or Wire. they're the only two who would originally dream up some way to permanently mark you as theirs and give you a reminder of your new life. for Wire, it would be a way of torturing you with a permanent reminder. for Kid, it would because of his possessiveness and a need to mark you for others who may want to look at you to long. but since Wire and Kid would bring the idea to the table, Heat and Killer would take it upon themselves to choose the spot. they'd be torn between choosing your back or your hip, wanting the tattoo to be in a spot where they can choose if people see it or not. eventually they'd probably choose one of your hips and pick an area where it won't hurt as much or risk leaving permanent damage (Heat's request). i can see Wire originally wanting you to be awake for it, but Killer having absolutely none of that since he doesn't want to deal with you struggling and potentially ruining it. so you'd probably get drugged with Heat sitting beside you the entire time, holding your hand and reassuring you that you'll be fine.

[milk-crater]

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Pairing/wrestler: Adamjf

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MB, I couldn't fit the 'bruises' part in but I was inspired. I hope you like this! *** “Hi, doll,” Max drawled, then realized maybe that wasn’t the best way to greet a tombstone. Well, whatever, no one else was visiting the graveyard today: too hot. The Florida heat meant Max’s balls were threatening to evaporate in his three-piece suit. Maybe he should have dressed-down, but it’s not every day you visit the grave of one of your heroes. Heroes and chief spank-bank material bank in the day, but Max didn’t want to dwell on that, not when he was standing by the guy’s grave.

“I brought you flowers.” Max laid the bouquet of roses by the grave. Again, maybe an odd choice, but Max had immediately been drawn to them when he stopped by the florists. “Anyway, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Maxwell Jacob Friedman, and I’m the best wrestler in the world.”

Adam Cole’s grave sat still before him. Around him the different Florida wildlife croaked and chirped, totally undercutting the somber mood.

“You know, when I was younger I dreamed about the two of us. That we’d met in the ring and do something special,” Max said. “I’m in this new company, All Elite Wrestling. It’s run by your old buds, those dweebs the Young Bucks. Oh, and Kenny Omega and Cody Rhodes.” Shortly after signing with AEW Cody had told Max that no matter, do not ask Kenny or the Young Bucks about Adam Cole. “I know you’re a big fan, but he was their close, personal friend, and his death hit them all very hard,” Cody had said, with that pompous gravitas of a teacher who wants to impart a life lesson but also be your best bud. Max had just snorted. He was supposed to feel sorry for them? At least they had known Adam, had been his friend. Max would never have that.

The unfairness of it all hit Max, not for the first time. He scrunched up his face, trying to keep tears from forming.

“Who dies from drinking an expired energy drink?” Max spat out. “What the hell? Why’d you have to have such a weak constitution? If we’d met I just know we could have been...” Rivals? Lovers? Friends? Maybe Max didn’t know after all.

Max rolled his neck, controlled his breathing.

“Well, whatever. It’s way too fucking hot out here, so I’m going to split.” He turned to go, then cast one look over his shoulder at the grave. “I’ll drop by again next time I’m in Florida. And I’ll have a fucking championship belt around my waist to show you.”    

[reincarnatedonthefirst]

Client Recap

Grab a beer and get ready for this long-ass post. I don’t think I even want to proof-read this one.

I had an amazing session with Long Island tonight. I’ve never had such an interesting and fun session with a client before.

We had our role-play session tonight. I was nervous because he asked me to choose the role play scenario this time and I wasn’t sure he would enjoy it. For the first 10 minutes of the session, I don’t think he was that turned on. But, after I made him take his pants off, I think he started to enjoy himself.

I think I did a decent job of choosing a role-play scenario that he would find arousing. However, I don’t think the role I chose to play had a connection for him, emotionally. I want to do a better job of finding roles that encompass the power dynamic he is looking for.

But maybe the actual roles are less important and it’s more about actually playing out the power dynamic no matter the type of character either of us plays.

Another regret I have for the session is using a particular prop. I think I overestimated the usefulness of the prop in the session.

I think he was generally intrigued by the prop. He even took time off to hunt down the prop in a sex shop. I didn’t expect him to even go that far because, at first, because he didn’t seem interested in using it. But, for whatever reason, he changed his mind.

Anyhow, after the end of the session, he gave me his honest feedback about the prop and he said he could have done without it. I should have never brought it up in the first place. Even when he told me he was going to find and buy the prop, I realized my mistake.

Part of suggesting the prop was to demonstrate my “expertise” in BDSM. But in reality, I don’t really understand how this prop is typically used. If I had, I would have realized that the prop was inappropriate for this role play scenario. I didn’t even know how to operate the darned thing in real life. Embarrassing.

I never want to let my ego create a pitfall like that for me again. I often allow my ego to create foibles for me. This is something I want to work on. I want to be an earnest and humble person.

Anyhow, I started to push the right buttons as the session went on (and by “buttons“, I mean the client’s buttons). I do feel accomplished in this session because I finally successfully had us engage in an activity that he’s wanted to since our last role play session.

I apologize for being vague. I don’t particularly like being “vulgar” and I don’t want to create too much spank-bank material for lurking men.

In this case, I handled him in just the right way. I put to use what I had learned on the internet as well as what I had learned from experience. It went well! He responded as I learned he would.

The first time he made this activity request, I think that both of us were tentative about engaging. He didn’t want to be hurt and I didn’t want to look foolish and inexperienced. But I finally went through with it. I don’t think he saw it coming. But, in hindsight, I should have probably told him to expect it. It is possible that he got a little nervous before we began. He may have been concerned I would hurt him. For our next role-play, I need to discuss activities he may not be prepared for.

Anyhow, he enjoyed it, and I hope we have reached a new level of trust.

My least favorite part of the session was using the vibrator. He asked me to bring a vibrator because he’s one of those guys that likes to give women an orgasm in any way possible. I don’t know if it has something to do with being submissive or their age (I find that older men are more interested in pleasing women than younger men).

The vibrator wasn’t was comfortable to use. All I felt was irritated. Even at the lowest setting it was uncomfortable. So, needless to say, I had to fake an orgasm to move the session along. He was working hard for that orgasm and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

What happened next was the more fun and interesting part of the session for me. As we lay next to one another, he broke character in our role play.

He started confessing that he fantasizes about me when I am not around. He told me that he masturbated in the bathroom at work while thinking about me the other day. I had no idea I had made this sort of impression on him. I knew he enjoyed our sessions. We have good chemistry. But hearing that the memory of me and our sessions was enough to get him off made me high.

Talk about a power trip!

Anyhow, while I was drunk off this ego-boost, I got ready to “close out” the session.

While I was on top, I leaned in close to his ear for some dirty talk (whispering in his ear is one of his buttons). He is one of those guys that likes to draw out the pleasure of penetration so, if he feels like he is coming to the edge, he slows down the pace.

We got close at the very beginning and then he asked me to slow down. Then he came closer to orgasm again and straight out told me to stop moving altogether. He said “don’t even talk” (the whispering in his ear would have drawn him closer). But he couldn’t hold back and he started the motion again (“I just can’t help myself!!!” 😂😂😂). Man, that shit was fun. He couldn’t see it but I was leaning over and smiling from ear to ear, while he wriggled in ecstasy beneath me.

After he calmed down, he said “that was amazing” and thanked me.

He tipped me once at the beginning of the session and then tipped me at the end as well. He tipped exactly 40%. From now on, he will get preferential treatment. He’s a dream client. We have good chemistry, he is stylish (stylish men turn me on!), attractive, has a wonderful smile, pleasant, intelligent, and he tips well.

However, I am a little intimated by him because he’s so frank while also being very kind. I envy people who are more honest than I am without being brutal.

White men have no need to hold back because many of them are privileged enough to be not be affected by other people’s opinion of them. Therefore, I think they’re sometimes able to develop better social skills than others. They have so much freedom to be exactly who they are, without apology, and that leaves a lot of room for personal growth. Anyhow, that’s my perspective on why white men are often so honest without apology.

Fuck… In general, I think our “relationship” has reached a new level. We enjoy one another. I might be in trouble.

[spookitapes]

-double trouble.

summary | levi's ackerman has been acting weird. everyone can notice the difference in him, even connie the gas station clerk near levi's house was in shock from the smile gracing the usually grim ackerman's face. 30 minutes later he heads out for a smoke break and spots the town's dealer bending the pastor's daughter over his all black 2021 camaro zl1, all while the sheriff's son and connie's co-worker– eren jaeger, stands on the other side of the hood harshly fucking his fist with a lit blunt going in the other. 

pairing | plug!levi x pastor's daughter!black!fem!reader x gas station clerk!sheriff's son!eren ft. gas station clerk!connie 

warnings/cw | smut, angst, fluff, switch reader (first time topping), switch levi, dom eren, mfm poly relationship, mxm, fxm, drug usage (weed), double penetration, anal, dirty talk, fingering, nipple sucking, doggy style, riding big dick, secret relationship, cockwarming, recording sex, fucking in public, getting caught/voyeurism/exhibitionism, humiliation, praise, degradation, minor blood kink, face slapping (once or twice), oral(m receiving), jealous!eren, jealous!levi, bratty!reader

wordcount | 5.8k 

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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"what flavor you want, baby?" levi asks as he puts the car in park in front of the familiar mini-mart. 

"mmm surprise me! i heard they came out with a few new limited edition flavors in the white owls, but you know i will never complain if you get a game, love. just get whatever sounds good," you lean over and kiss him quickly before he gets out to purchase the rillos and grab eren from his shift. 

you've all been so reckless lately, but it's been sooo worth it. levi and eren hate having to keep the relationship a secret, but you remind them constantly of the hostility between all of your families. even in your twenties, your father forbids you from being seen with either of the men. he tries to beat it in your head that you have a reputation to uphold, that you can't allow yourself to be seen with 'criminal junkies' like levi or a 'piece of shit dropout' like eren. that you can't get caught up in that lifestyle…and you've always followed the rules– until you were old enough to sneak around and not get caught. it all started with you hitting up levi for a 3.5, wanting to try smoking after finally moving into your own place– far, far away from your parent's prying eyes…which is why they definitely didn't know about your roommate or more importantly, your choice in a roommate– eren. 

after searching for months and months around town for an affordable house for rent, you find a place that reaches all your requirements, with the exception you'd have to share the house with someone else. but you kind of liked the idea of a roomie, especially after walking in and being graced with the sight of eren jaeger half-naked and dripping wet in your brand-new living room. your eyes bulging out of your head as you try to commit the image to memory foreveeer.

of course your thirsty ass don't even notice him smirking at you checking him out, basking under your gaze and letting you get your spank bank material before he got an idea. his hands start to slide down to the towel hanging around his waist, your eyes following them but redirecting to the water droplets rolling down his lower stomach and past his vline until your eyes got even wider– turning your body around and letting apologies fly past your lips. your horny lil gremlin on the inside was cussing you out for turning around before getting a glimpse of the gorgeous man's cock, especially when he was the one stripping like that for free…you subconsciously start biting your lip, thinking of how the imprint was rather..large..like that thang was heavy and long— and oh my god why are you thinking of eren's most likely pretty dick ?! you don't even get to keep debating with yourself before you feel a presence behind you, pulling you back into his frame as he closes the door. you don't dare move, just relish in the feeling of his dick pressing up against your ass. oh yeah, he's big. 

eren just chuckles to himself, turning you around before speaking,

"your room is the one by the patio doors, across from the fridge, angel."

"don't call me that, jaeger," you scoff. quickly backing yourself out of his personal space. 

"i remember you liking it before or what? correct me if im wrong, angel, go right ahead."

you just roll your eyes and give him a little huff before storming off to find your room. he knows what that name means between you two. how he use to call you that back in school, well before he dropped out. before he ran away and had the whole town looking for him and that's including you. he left you without a word, without a trace if he was alive. the weeks of heartache turned into months of grieving, but you weren't grieving his life: you were grieving your relationship, your time spent on him, and the time you'll never get to waste on him. the walls you let down, and the bricks you'd have to pick back up to rebuild that barrier around your heart. 

eren was your first love. the first boy to ever really– see you. he's your first kiss and the first person to make you get butterflies in your tummy. the first boy to call you beautiful and stay up all night on the phone just to hear your voice. you wanted to believe you had a strong wall rebuilt when he finally came back, but you didn't. not when you saw his long hair and tattoos– you just find him more attractive, but the sad angry look adorning his face made the hardened shell around your heart start to crack..and it starts chipping away a little more every time you see him around town. you want to see his beautiful smile again, even if was from a distance, but you still knew better than to be the first one to reconcile..so you two haven't talked since the whole ordeal went down, just the glances exchanged in passing from time to time. who are you kidding it's not glancing, you two be staring at each other from across the street like no one's business. 

when you're finally in the comfort of your room, finding it rather quickly, you start unpacking trying to destress…but that doesn't work. your nerves are shot and you're mad at yourself for letting eren get you that flustered like you're a teenager again. it's infuriating and making your brain hurt, so what do you decide on? levi. 

only problem is, you don't have a car..and levi very famously is not mobile this late. you're not taking another taxi at this time of night, so you suck up your pride in favor of mind-numbing bliss and go to ask eren for a ride. your palms start sweating as you twist the doorknob, and you slowly inch toward the living room where you left your ex. you spot him and freeze, but he quickly notices you and pauses the tv.

"what's up with you, y/n? thought you were gonna go pout in your room?" 

"god, you're such an ass, eren..but i'll bite back my insults for now because, uh..i actually need to ask you a favor."

"go head and ask then."

"can you please take me to levi's place? i'll smoke you out and buy us milkshakes after?" 

eren can't help but give in to the hopeful look in your eyes, pleading for him to take you. so he sighs and runs a hand through his semi-dried locks before standing up and stretching. 

"go get your fucking shoes on and hurry up then," he pushes you by the head as he walks by, making you stumble back a little. 

you flip him off behind his back while the smile on your face grows, yeah he's still whipped…and let's just say you two ended up smoking with levi, which turned into getting cross-faded, and that led to you three learning a lot about each other and each other's bodies oop. 

now it's six months later and you're officially all dating..after a lot of confusion and fucking and hiding feelings and more fucking..and ever since that first night, when they took your virginity, you've been dickmatized. every chance you get you're sucking or fucking one or both of them. hell, you even blew levi on the way to the mini-mart, swallowing his cum at the red light beside the gas station while rob zombie blasts through his speakers. he still hasn't told you about the lil drop of him that rests just on the corner of your mouth, in his mind, it'll be a nice little 'just got off of work snack' for eren. 

the ding of the automatic doors opening and closing alerts you, and just as you start getting impatient you see your men walking toward the car. you can't hide your excitement as you hop into the backseat to attack eren with kisses as soon as his door closes. his giggles fill the space as the engine roars to life and he tells levi to just pull around back. he's had a rough day and he just needs to smoke real quick and then they'll head home. so levi complies, stopping right out of view of the security camera where eren instructs him. 

"baby come sit with us, pleeassseee. know you like sitting up there, but wanna be close to you," your bottom lip juts out as your eyes get that look in them. 

"fine, but don't act like a bratty fucking slut. wait till we get back home or i'll drag you inside and fuck you right over the counter so connie can watch you cry for my cock and ruin that precious reputation along with that makeup of yours, understand?" 

"better listen to him sweetpea, sounds serious," eren chimes in as he finishes breaking the rillo open, dumping the guts out. "can i see the weed, babe?"

levi hands eren the bag before stepping out of the car, walking around to get on the other side of you in the backseat. you throw your legs across vi's lap, snuggling into eren's side while he rolls the blunt. 

"lev and i missed you soooo much," you release a big sigh you didn't realize you were holding in. "know it was only a 10-hour shift but i don't care..missed you so so much."

eren looks at you, wrapped up in his side all cozy and looking at him with those needy little eyes. he knows you missed him because he missed you and levi ten times more. he never hated going to his shifts more than when he finally had a reason to stay at home all day. 

"missed you guys, too. so so much, sweetpea. thought of you all day and even watched that pretty video levi sent me earlier of him edging you on break. you ever get to cum today, baby doll?"

"n-no." you barely whimper it out, and the duo in the car barely catch it.

"cause she was being a fucking bratty whore. you want me to tell him don't you? want me to tell him the nasty shit you do to get a rise out of me when he's not there? huh, sweetpea?" there's a special venom that attaches to the pet name when it spits out of levi's lips. 

the tears start to fill your eyes, you know now that he's brought it up eren's gonna find out. you can get away with a lot more when it comes to levi, not that he doesn't punish you..but you know better than to act up like that around eren. know better than to act like that without him there, too, but sometimes your pussy thinks waaaaay before your brain. 

"p-please don't lev! wh-why'd you even have to bring that up- what the fuck did you do?" eren's booming voice cuts you off. the now lit blunt going between his lips as he awaits a response from you..but you can't say anything, not when it comes to this. levi knows that, that's why he speaks up just as you let your tears fall; all while never breaking eye contact with ren. 

"locked herself in the bedroom and used the wand while screaming out connie's name. begging for him and saying how we can't fuck her like he can– not even close. when i got in she didn't even stop, just stared me in the eyes as she slide her fingers in our cunt. like she fucking owns it." he starts growling out his words near the end. eren cocks an eyebrow at you, taking one last puff before passing it to you. 

"so here's what's gonna happen, doll. you're gonna hit on that till you feel good, then your gonna suck this cock, kay? after you suck me dry imma have lev fuck you over the hood while daddy watches. after he cums in your greedy lil pussy i'm gonna make you take us both in this backseat. we're not going home till all your holes have been filled, baby."

you can't help the wet patch that grows in your panties, nodding your head while taking a drag, but next thing you know you're coughing. scrambling to catch your breath as eren's hand lands on your cheek, fingers moving down to lightly grip your neck.

"nah lemme hear you say it, bitch."

"i-i'm sorry! i'm sorry, wasn't thinking daddy! promise i'll behave..i'll be a good girl for you both, promise!" your thighs are clenching as he kisses your lips and releases your neck before bringing the blunt back to your lips.

"now go back to work so you can get to sucking my cock."

the weed levi gets is always good, but this shit is goooood! within a few deep inhales your mind is fuzzy, vision a little slowed as you pass it to levi and get eren's dick out while turning fully towards him. ass in the air facing levi as your front goes down to eye level with eren's cock. god he really does have a pretty dick, long and veiny with a prince albert piercing to compliment it. the sight always makes your mouth water, immediately giving him kitten licks on his tip and sucking up his precum. 

"don't you dare fucking tease me. now do it right before i fuck your throat, whore." with that, he shoves your head down to take more of his dick. you get the memo and apologize with a mouth full of cock before putting that work in. deepthroating him while keeping eye contact, playing with his balls. the groans leaving him are fueling you, making you bob your head faster, twirling your tongue around his shaft. you're interrupted by a moan when you feel levi scrunching your skirt up to your stomach from behind you, fingers playing with your soaked panties. you pull off eren's dick as the fingers push your panties aside and into your pussy. the pitiful sounds breaking into a scream when levi lets the blunt's cherry rest against your ass for a second.

"keep sucking and don't come back up unless it's to kiss lev with my cum in your fucking mouth, you understand me, y/n?" the look in his eyes is enough to convince you alone, so you say "yes sir 'm sorry!" before diving back down to gag on his cock like it's a sport. slurping on his balls until he's about to cum and then your favorite– using your tongue to play with his piercing until he's whimpering, and when he does finally cum you make sure not to swallow it all. coming up and reaching for levi, kissing him so hard and right in front of ren as he watches you push his cum into your boyfriend's mouth. levi's moaning and pulling you closer to bully his tongue into your mouth, making sure he gets every last drop from you..even sucking on your tongue before pulling away. 

"get the fuck out, can't take it anymore needa fuck you- can we, babe? please– gotta let me fuck her," levi starts whining. 

"go head darlin," eren's laughing under his breath at the needy tone of lev's voice, "bend her over and give her that pounding she's been craving."

with the permission, you're being pulled from the car, ass out and all with your skirt still up around your tummy. the cold night air nipping at your exposed skin, but the car's still warm as levi bends you over it, heating you up a little before he's ripping the drenched cloth from between your legs off your body. he lowers his body on top of yours, gripping your hair and forcing your head back to look at him. 

"you know i'll buy you as many pairs as your heart desires, so be a good girl don't give me no shit for these ones." letting out a huff before you open your mouth to scold him, you're interrupted by your own balled up torn panties being shoved down your throat as he slams your front back down onto the car. "you know for someone who spends so much time swallowing dick, you really do talk too much."

you're about to start throwing your hands back behind you, land a slap to the man who just humiliated you to the point your slick's running down your thighs..but that's when you hear eren's door open and close. counting the steps he takes before he's in your vision, right in front of you on the other side of the hood you're currently bent over. he looks so good, dick still hard and standing up out of his black jeans and boxers. the chain with you and levi's initials engraved near the clasp dangles from his neck, levi sporting a twinning bracelet adorning you and eren's initials, and that leaves you with an anklet that has tiny dangling letters– e & l, to match. you don't get to admire him long before levi's slapping your ass, positioning you to arch your back a little more before he slides into your pussy. he's going so slow, making you feel every inch of his heavenly thick dick. while eren's is a little longer, levi's cock is so wide it always ends the same way: your legs shaking with him between your legs.

"don't even think of fucking cumming without permission," his mouth is against your ear, biting at the lobe as he starts slamming his hips into your ass at a fast pace. the ambient sounds of the city are being drowned out by the slapping of skin and the noises leaving your mouths. you look back up at eren to find him fisting his cock while he keeps smoking, the hazy look taking over his eyes as he smiles at you. he reaches forward, taking the panties from your mouth to stuff them in his back pocket. 

"f-fuck sir, keep fucking me, please don't stop– pleasedontfuckingstooop!" your minds going numb, already starting to get cock drunk off the abuse your cunt's taking. the pitch of your voice is getting higher with each mindless babble you let slip from your lips. "im so wet sir, a-all for you! it-it's all over my t-thighs baby, FUUCKK!" 

"yeah i know you love this dick, baby, but don't worry i love this pussy even more. you think i don't know my pussy's weeping?" he's cruelly laughing at you as his thrusts get harder, "baby it's all over you? i'm fucking covered in it, this fucking dick is dripping in you. don't gotta tell me, love– i know, i know you're just a slutty little thing who needs her small brains fucked out her head, yeah?"

you're nodding along with him, agreeing as you rock your hips back to meet his. you're so caught up in the pleasure that you don't notice the sound of the back door of the mini-mart opening, connie stepping out for his smoke break. since it's pretty late and slowing down, he knows it's about time for the store's dead zone of no customers. now he's stuck in place, taking it all in as your moans float through the night to awaken his cock. his eyes meet with eren's, as the tattooed man takes one last drag from the roach before throwing it down and stomping it out on the asphalt. he doesn't alert you, and lets you keep acting like a slut while he makes eye contact with his boyfriend, who was already fucking into you harder under connie's gaze. like they're talking telepathically, the shared looks turn into smirks spreading on each other of your boyfriends' faces that read the same. 

"looks like you got yourself an audience, doll." 

your body gets stiff as your hips stutter to a stop. your mind racing on who it could be. you should be appalled. should be scrambling to cover your body and hiding your face so you aren't recognizable, but you don't. you should be sobbing over the reputation you've been taught to protect so hard, but you don't...and you definitely don't miss the way you tighten up at the thought of someone watching you…levi doesn't miss it either, and he sure as hell isn't letting you get away with it. 

"oh- naughty fucking s-slut! yeah she likes being watched, ren..can feel this slutty pussy squeezing me ever since you told her." levi's letting out uncontrollable sounds now, lost in your tight little pussy. he's pulling one of your legs up onto the hood, giving connie a clear view of your pussy getting dogged. it's getting too much for him, slipping his hand down his pants to relieve some of the pressure of his swollen dick against the confines. 

"nah, i want you to look at him. fucking looking at him, y/n!" eren's fucking his fist at the same intense pace that levi's slamming into you, the anger burning in his irises growing as he thinks of your words spoken about springer when he wasn't around. "look at your lil boyfriend while you get your guts rearranged."

you crane your neck back, trying to get a view of the person watching you get your back blown and you're met with none other than your ex-classmate and old youth group leader– connie springer. your eyes go wide at the sight, his hand down his pants while his chest heaves up and down looking at you in such a vulnerable state. you get so hot under his gaze, at the thought of him getting off to seeing you like this– all pliant and slutty for your daddies. you can't help it when you cum on command as your eyes lock for the first time, legs shaking and screams ripping from your lungs into the dark night as you disobey the very man who allowed you this pleasure. you keep squirming around even after levi stops his thrusts, frozen in place, in shock that you're actually cumming without asking first. the dumbfounded look is mirrored when he glances up to see his boyfriend's expression as his hips come to a stop in his own fist. 

you're so delirious, so drunk on the euphoria of levi's dick in your guts that you don't even notice the tension rising. just start throwing your ass back against your man, nails digging into his arms caging you down. but before you know it he's pulling out and turning you around, eyes on fire from you going against his orders. 

"w-wait daddy 'm s-sorry! im so so- AHHH VI, S-STOP!" your pleas are cut off by the cries you let out, body jolting from the harsh smacks landing on your pussy. quick and right after each other, not giving you any time to breathe. you just keep crying, trying to squirm away from his hits, but also trying to grind into his hand. it's a battle of pain and pleasure that's making your pussy leak more than you ever thought possible.

"get her ass in the car, i'm recruiting a cameraman first," eren walks to the other side of the car while tucking his dick back in his pants and squishing your cheeks together. he sucks on his teeth while watching the tears flow down your face before kissing you on the lips and letting go, slapping you just enough to have your eyes rolling into the back of your head. levi's beckoning you into the vehicle as ren makes his way towards connie.

"ayo springer," eren walks up as connie starts to light his cigarette, "i got a proposition for you…"

you're busy getting your clothes stripped off while levi tugs you onto his lap, his hands going back to tear your grey crop top off so he can get his lips on your beautiful brown nipples. he loves sucking on his baby's buds; wants to secretly get you pregnant soooo bad, to see you get all round and your tits fill up, wants to massage and suck the milk out of them when you're sore and need relief. you're grinding against levi's thigh now that your skirt's off your body, grinding hard. that familiar coil tightening in your tummy again. the only thing left on your body being the chains wrapped around your waist, eren's personal fave accessory of yours.

"g-gonna cum v-vi! can i cum, daddy? pleasplease lemme 'm sorry for cumming earlier— couldn't help it! you're t-too big..too fucking big daddy.…fuuuccckkk 'm gonna cummm!" right as you're about to reach your high, the doors open and levi stops your hips with a death grip from his hands. 

you're too far gone at this point, not even caring that connie's now seeing you fully naked and an absolute mess all over levi's lap. It's quite the sight: your cream all over his pants from your lil humping sesh and the prettiest tears in your eyes as you keep struggling in his grip. eren runs his hands over your body in levi's hold as you start whining out for them to touch you, subconsciously playing with the chains around your center.

"don't miss the angle because you're too busy beating your dick to my girl, springer!" eren threatens as he hands him his phone open to the camera, "and don't forget the flash like a fucking idiot!"

the blinding light of eren's flash flickers on before the count down for the video starts. you feel your pussy throbbing at the idea of connie recording you getting put in place…in the back of the mini-mart no less. it spurs you further as your hands head for lev's still-undone pants.

"gon' get your wish, baby. now suck on lev's cock while i prep this pretty lil hole to take me," he's manhandling you into the position he wants before you can even think of moving yourself. you find yourself ass up again tonight, thrusting back towards eren to grind on his reclothed dick. 

"mmph-daddy pl-pleath! wov when you mmm– fuck my a-ass!" you try to get out around levi's thick tip that's slowly disappearing into your mouth already. 

"fuuck– you're so  fucking nasty, huh baby? wanna put on a show for springer and the camera like a dirty little slut, don' you?" he's landing slaps to your ass that have you moaning around your other boyfriend's dick. sending him to thrust up into your mouth as whimpers fly past his trembling lips-

"o-ooooh fuuuuckk, mmm gonna cum down your fuck throat. gon' paint that shit– and better not waste a single drop, m'kay baby? fuuucckkk fuckfuckfuck!" he starts getting teary-eyed when you start playing with his balls. sinking into subspace as you milk his cock— while staring right into connie's eyes. "r-rennn baby can icanicanidaddypleeaasse!" the tears are falling now, levi's eyes starting to cross as he teters on the edge.

"come here– kiss me and you can cum baby. can cum all down her throat if you lemme feel your lips, haven't got a kiss from you since this morning,"

 levi doesn't miss the pout in his boyfriend's voice as he immediately shoots forward and pulls eren into a messy, nasty kiss. the movement making you take even more of his cock down your throat, your choking sounds music to your lovers' ears as they swat spit over your body. eren takes this time to break away to bring two of his fingers up for levi to suck and choke on. fucking his throat with his fingers as he cums down yours with beautiful muffled sounds of pleasure floating from around ren's fingers. you cockwarm levi down your throat as eren pushes one finger into your ass, whines coming from your mouth and overstimulating levi, but it fuels eren. fuels him to fuck your ass a little harder with his finger so you make those perfect lil noises round vi's dick and get him to keep crying those pretty tears of pleasure he loves so much. 

your fucking yourself back onto his fingers when he slips a second one in, trying to beg him to just fuck you already with your actions. brain too fuzzy and throat too full to express yourself with words. you feel lev's dick start to get hard again in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to get him fully erect again. levi's digging his fingernails into his palms so hard it's leaving behind crescent imprints, but eren's breaking point is seeing him bite his lip so hard it draws blood. he's pulling his fingers from your ass before leaning down to spit the hole and manhandling you to get off lev's dick. a popping sound filling the space of the car as your mouth leaves his cock, and your back hits his chest before he's giving you an order—

"now ride his fucking dick till i decide you deserve mine, too." he ends his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass, making you jump a little as a moan escapes you. 

"yes sir," it's whispered as you climb onto levi's lap, reaching to put his tip at your entrance.

"now ride him like a real slut. he's all subby for you, love. don't you wanna make sir feel good? wanna take care of him?"

that sparks something inside you. seeing your boyfriend's cloudy eyes, more tears brimming behind the red cheeks and quivering hands dangling in the air because he doesn't know where to put them. 

"it's okay, sir. you can touch me– gimmie you hands, baby. touch me ju-just like that, sir!" you bring your hands to guide his to your chest, letting him take over after he starts groping your breasts. "yeah keep touching me, don't stop, vi-gon' ride you now!"

you sink your hips down, taking him balls deep till his pubes brush against your clit making you pick up your pace. you keep taking him all the way out before slamming all the way back down, wanting to see levi break– but from you this time. never took control and they're giving you an opportunity to.. especially on camera so you could play it back when you're missing your boys. 

"yeah baby, just lemme fuck myself for you! gon fuck this dick till your cumming in me and filling me up, sir~"

the sounds leaving levi's mouth are straight out of a porno— and you're getting the most of the power trip. taking his hands and holding them to the roof as you get on your tip toes to really start riding your man. leaning forward to lick the blood dripping down his chin, tracing its path with your tongue, and sucking his bottom lip one into your mouth while alternating between dropping down and swirling your hips..till you fly a little too close to the sun. you see him on the edge, hips starting to rut up to meet you as his sounds get higher and higher like yours before you nut. you're spelling your name on his dick when levi's legs start shaking at the last letter, so without a second thought, you're pulling up off him. before you can react you're being pulled back down onto his lap. dick bullying up into you as he starts jackhammering into you from underneath. the way he's hitting you so deep has you howling and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, digging your head in his neck as your screams fill up his ear. 

"nah fuc-fucking look at me, bitch! think you gon' edge me? think you're ready for that, sweetpea?" when you don't look at him he's growling and letting one of his hands tangle into your hair as he yanks you back to look at him. you've never seen him so mad, eyes set hard and glaring at you. "you ever try that shit again and i won't let you cum for a week– no a month! make you watch me and daddy fuck every day while you're tied up. gonna play with your princess parts till you're crying from your eyes and this little pussy, but won't let you have any cock or let you cum. you want that, y/n?"

"n-noo! c-can't do that s-sir! can't do it! w-won't survive without y-your dicks– will die if you don't fuck me, if you don't gimme that fucking dick, baby!" you're crying your own tears now, pussy leaking while you fuck down to meet his hips. "won't ever d-do it ever again, baby! nevereverrrr siirrr– fuckkkk right there- right fuckinthereeee!" you start slurring your words, pussy getting ready to burst all on his dick. 

both men are chuckling at you, watching as you release your juices all over lev. the sounds leaving you have connie getting his dick back out, making sure not to fuck up the visual of what he's filming in the process. eren's heart just bout thumps out his chest when you grind down on levi slowly, looking back at him with that lost look twinkling in your eyes.

"c-can you fuck my ass now, daddy? ha-have i earned it yet?" 

he just groans before pulling you back toward him a little, changing the angle of levi's cock in you as he puts his lips on yours. he moves closer behind you, sliding a hand down to play with your clit as he positions his dick at your puckering hole. he doesn't make you wait long as he inches himself in, gasping with you as he feels levi's cock rubbing up against his between the thin layer of skin separating them. his pace starts slow, but as you start bouncing harder on levi, the harsher he gets in return. you're so– full. can't even talk, just let out animalistic noises as you all fall into a rhythm. your eyes find their way back to connie's as the sound of his wet fist keeps fucking his cock despite the multiple loads leaking around the base of his dick and all over himself. this time it's connie that's cumming from the eye contact, as you watch him pull another heavy load from his red and irritated cock. 

it doesn't take long before you're all three close to cumming, always getting your nut faster when you fuck like this. it's like your bodies are puzzle pieces that match up, connecting and fitting perfectly. it makes you feel better than the drugs ever could, being this close with your lovers. the light-headed feeling starts taking over your brain as your begs to cum start pouring out shortly after. 

"hold on baby," eren's placing a kiss to your hairline before he's making levi look into his eyes. "y-you close, lev, huh baby? you gettin close pretty boy?" 

"uh-huhhh daddy, gonna breed this pretty lil slut, but not till you tell me to!" 

"can we all try and cum together? gon let you get your nut, don't worry loves. just wan' do it together, okay? now fucking cum! cum one more time for me so we can go home and do this all fucking over again!"

the words bubbling up in your throat don't make it out as the electric feeling of your pussy getting ready to orgasm bubbles up, again. your toes curl as the thursts stop inside you and the feeling of hot cum battering up your insides floods your senses. the feeling making you cream all over them, screaming into the night as your back arches into eren's back, your tit going into levi's mouth once again. you all lay there for a second after the camera's turned off, the only thing being heard are the pants of all four of you filling up the camaro. 

"tell anyone about this and i'll fucking kill you, springer," eren huffs out while regaining his breath and taking his phone back from his grasp. 

"yeah keep your damn mouth shut or you're dead, baldy." levi chimes in, sending him a glare while petting your back trying to calm you down from the pounding you just endured. 

"now get the fuck out," eren demands, a smirk returning to his face. "by my count you got about 15 angry customers waiting on you inside, playboy."

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this is only my second work so feedback is greatly welcomed and appreciated !! < 333

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

"Polaroids" 2022 Riddler x reader

Inspired by the polaroids in Issue 5 of Riddler: Year One :) You find and encourage your boyfriend's (Edward) photo collection post-movie. This one does go a little darker towards the end so pay attention to trigger warnings and stay safe, my darlings!

TW: Smut, stalking/villanous behavior, Edward Nashton is a creep

When you first discovered your boyfriend's polaroids, they had fallen out of his old notebooks. You'd merely been trying to move them, you didn't mean- But you were enraptured by the pictures. Him smiling with his thumb up, test shots, his old rat cage. These were all before the flood, before you had started seeing him.

Before he went to Arkham.

People judged you, dating Edward Nashton, the Riddler. But where others saw a horrific terrorist, you saw someone in pain, sick, deserving of help and light. Maybe some small part of you knew it had been a bad idea but... Eddie was so sweet.

When you mention the photos, Edward seems nervous. Then he looks through them and mentions how he had enjoyed recon and taking those photos. He was surprised you found those, given most of it including his camera had been taken by police following his arrest.

He looked sad at the mention of losing his camera. It'd be nice to get something high end again or even another polaroid type... So you manage to find a green one and several rolls of film to go with it. Instant printing! You frame it as a gift for being such a wonderful partner- He flushes and immediately moves to take a photo of your smiling face.

Now when he goes on his "walks" at night when you're asleep you'll find a small stack of polaroids in the morning. Some grim, depicting corruption around the city. Habits die hard, you suppose. Others are shots of things that just caught his attention. You, for example. Every once in a while you'll find a photo where you were asleep, a serene look on your face.

Then there's the pictures where you were least expecting it, him coming up to kiss your face and you hear the click of the camera. You joke that he could have done this with his cellphone. He argues that holding the photo in his hand gives it something... special.

You know what else would be special...? Photos of you in states of undress. Lingerie. Maybe even photos of him touching you? Inside of you- His cock halfway in, slightly blurred photo with another of your face flushed under him. He has this shaky smile on his face, sweat dripping down his temple as he takes those. You wonder if he's getting closer to cumming just by doing this.

Those are going to go to his very private photo collection that only you two know where it is. If you ever go to look back at them, you'll see he's made notes about how amazing you are and little hearts along the margins.

It might be a little embarrassing but it comes from a loving place. If you ever have to be away for a while he can look back on your image until you return. Plus proper spank bank material he can enjoy when you're not around or not in the mood. He always wants to think of you, remembering your moans as his fist pumps over his hard dick. He'd get a little less private if he thought you'd be okay with it. Maybe even something on stream...?

But the pictures are more than enough. A little thing between the two of you.

Which is why you're surprised when you find another box of photos shoved all the way to the back of his closet, behind the saucy ones. Just like the very first photos, you weren't looking for anything. Edward for all his quirks, was never the type to forbid you from looking at things. In fact, there were times he seemed too open about his criminal past and the things you would still find.

At first this new box of photos looked like other normal ones he'd taken. Pictures of you in your daily life... but something seemed weird about them. When was this? When was the last time you wore that shirt? Why does it seem like the quality of the photos is lower like it's an older camera... or zoomed in from a far distance...

When you get to the photos of you sleeping in this box you recognize your old apartment. Long before you knew him. Or, least, you thought he didn't know you. When you manage to find a date on one of them, it's months before the Riddler murders began and the flooding of Gotham.

You're quick to shove the photos back in the box and shove it far into the closet.

What do you do now...?

[massivematsus]

How it’s going: Jyushimatsu WG Headcanons

Jyushimatsu, ever the athletic one, saw his twins snowballing weight gain and became worried that when he inevitably followed in their chubby footsteps his mobility would suffer. No more running, no more baseball. Dejected, he went to Dekapan with his problem and ended up drinking a bottle of medicine that made it so he would never become truly immobile, no matter how much weight he gained. Emboldened by his new ability, Jyushimatsu let go and became a huge slob, actively gaining the most of the brothers despite continuing to exercise.

Jyushimatsu is just fucking fat. Like, every part of him became massive. Blob like, one might say. Big tits, triple chin, bulging belly, tree trunk thighs, huge ass, bloated limbs. Once Jyushimatsu does something he goes all the way, to an almost inhuman degree. Deciding that his weight gain was inevitable set in motion his own snowballing obesity, ballooning him into becoming a big old butterball. His brothers often find excuses to grope his obscene body, mostly out of curiosity and for some of them, spank bank material. Jyushimatsu doesn’t mind. He kinda enjoyed getting this fat. Now to find out just how huge he can get.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

https://x.com/discussingfilm/status/1726686396537303097?s=46

New Colin Zabel spank bank material just dropped

a win for the tweam.

[lilyvandersteen]

Home Away From Home Chapter 3: A Helping Hand

Chapter summary:

Kurt and Blaine meet again at Hummel's Tires and Lube, and later on at Scandals. Sebastian takes his scumbag behaviour up another notch.

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage!

You can also read this story on AO3.

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Chapter 3: A Helping Hand

“Inspector Hummel?”

Kurt, who’d been showing his father’s new employee Spencer the ropes, and who found himself half under a car at the moment, was so startled that he banged his head into the car and cursed.

He knew that voice. That was Anderson, he was sure of it.

Kurt had expected to see Anderson again, obviously.

He’d put the biweekly inspections on his schedule, and he’d been pleasantly surprised to receive a spreadsheet from Anderson with the planning for all the work that had to be done.

He’d been happy to hear through the grapevine that Anderson was not cutting corners. He had hired tradesmen with good reputations, he chose quality materials and he seemed just as concerned about the safety and comfort of his guests as Kurt was.

It seemed like Artie’s optimism had been justified, so Kurt was looking forward to seeing the hotel again, and having Anderson proudly show him all the improvements that had been made.

Only, this wasn’t the Lima Quality Inn, nor was it a scheduled meeting, so Kurt felt at a disadvantage.

Why did the guy have to turn up at his dad’s auto shop just when Kurt was there, looking a mess in dirty overalls, with oily hands and with hair that probably resembled a rat’s nest by now?

Kurt suppressed a sigh and rolled out from under the car, handing the spanner to Spencer and telling him to carry on as Kurt had shown him.

Then he turned to his new client.

“Anderson. How can I help you?”

He’d probably get a scolding from his dad for being so gruff to a client, but seriously, the guy was unabashedly gaping at Kurt, which made him feel more than a little self-conscious.

Two guys joined Anderson, and one of them, who was tall and blond, elbowed him. “Getting new material for your spank bank, Blaine? Better pick your jaw up from the floor, or Mr. Sexy here will think you’re as stupid as you look right now.”

Anderson shut his mouth with a snap. The tips of his ears flamed red, and he looked down.

Feeling embarrassed too? Well, that made Kurt feel better at once.

He had no idea if Blondie was right about Anderson being turned on by Kurt’s scruffiness, but he liked the suggestion.

He leaned against the car he’d been working on, grinning at how flustered Anderson was, and admiring the beauty of his lashes.

It took Anderson a while to collect himself, and when he started explaining what he needed Kurt’s help with, he was so incoherent that his friends had to take over.

“I… um… The car… The tires… One of them…”

Blondie sighed. “Ugh, Blaine, you’re impossible when you get a crush. Seriously, get a grip!”

Anderson shot his friend a glare, but it didn’t have the slightest effect. Kurt suppressed a smirk and focussed on Blondie, who was prattling on a mile a minute.

“Anyway, Blaine called us here to go look at some buildings together, so we drove down, but five miles from here, the tire pressure light started blinking. So I guess there’s a problem with one of the tires. Don’t know which one, though.”

Some buildings?

“Are you thinking of buying another hotel?” Kurt asked Anderson as he accompanied him and his friends to their car.

Blaine frowned. “What? Oh! No… No. It’s… Something else my brother bought. Abandoned factory buildings. 500 acres. I have to decide what to do with them.”

Kurt whistled low. “Wow. If that’s where I think it is, better take a bodyguard with you. The squatters living there won’t like being ousted, and they’re tough guys.”

Anderson’s eyes went wide.

“Tell you what,” Kurt continued, “I’ll call Puck and Jake, and ask if they can go with you. They know a few of those squatters. They can help you out.”

“Puck? The handyman?” Anderson asked.

“Oh, you know him? So much the better. Jake’s his brother. Well, half-brother.”

Anderson nodded. “Okay. Thanks, I’ll give Puck a call straight away.”

He sent Kurt a shy smile, then dropped his eyes again, whipped his phone out and strode off.

“He’s got it bad,” Blondie said conversationally. “Why did he call you Inspector? Is that a BDSM thing?”

Kurt whipped his head around to look at Blondie. He was pretty sure his mouth had fallen open and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets, but really, who on earth would mention stuff like that in a casual conversation with a total stranger?

“Jeff!” the other guy hissed.

“What?”

Kurt, who’d been so taken aback that he hadn’t known what to say, now snorted at Jeff’s innocent, what-on-earth-did-I-do-wrong expression, and got a blinding grin in return.

“I like you,” said Jeff. “You’re not as much of an asshole as you seemed at first.”

His friend face-palmed and groaned.

Jeff quirked an eyebrow. “What? Hot Inspector Guy here isn’t offended, are you?”

Kurt grinned at him and shook his head.

Jeff clapped his friend on the shoulder. “See? Relax, Nick!”

Then he turned to Kurt again. “You’re all right in my book. Blaine has crushed on worse people. Tell you what, you fix my tires and I’ll give you my personal stamp of approval.”

Now Kurt laughed outright.

Jeff grinned again and held out his hand to shake. “Deal?”

Kurt shook hands. “Deal. Though I’m not dating Anderson, for the record. And he called me Inspector Hummel because that’s my job. I’m a hotel inspector.”

He gestured at the cars surrounding them. “This is just me helping my dad out.”

Barely an hour later, the car had two new tires, and Puck and Jake had turned up to accompany Anderson and his friends to the industrial buildings.

As they drove off, Kurt found himself wondering what on earth Anderson planned to do with that area. He had to have something in mind already. But what?

K&B

That night, he headed to Scandals in the hopes of finding someone he could hook up with.

He’d told Jeff the truth. He wasn’t involved with Anderson. They’d never so much as shook hands, even. But Kurt couldn’t deny that he was interested.

Everything about Anderson drew him in. His smile. His butterscotch eyes with those long come-hither lashes. His compact but perfectly proportioned body. The way he dressed like he came straight out of a 1950s sitcom.

Kurt caught himself humming the I Love Lucy theme song and smiling, and cursed.

He couldn’t give in to this. He couldn’t!

He was an inspector, with all the duties and responsibilities that entailed, and he had to keep a proper distance from the hotel managers he had to deal with.

Even when they were young and attractive and charming, and had a smile that made his stomach flutter.

That was why Kurt was looking for some relief. If he was lucky, he’d find some random guy at Scandals to let off steam with, so that he would stop thinking about Anderson in ways that were completely inappropriate.

And Jeff hadn’t helped matters by putting the seed in Kurt’s head for a few spicier scenarios than he’d pictured Anderson and himself in so far.

Anderson would look so good kneeling with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. Or better yet, with his hands bound to the headboard of Kurt’s bed and a blindfold over his eyes, naked and strung out, waiting and wanting.

Kurt felt a stirring in his groin and groaned. No. No, no, no. He had to get Anderson out of his head. And the quicker the better.

He drove onto Scandals’ parking lot and strode toward the bar with a scowl on his face. This had to work. It had to.

I have to conquer this.

He headed straight for the barman and ordered a beer. Then, he sat down on a bar stool and let his eyes rove the room.

All he saw at first glance were the regulars, who were always to be found here on Saturday night. There seemed to be quite a crowd on the dance floor, though, so maybe he’d find someone new there.

All right, then, dancing it is, as soon as I’ve finished my beer.

On the dance floor, he let all the stress from the work week flow out of him and just moved to the music for a while, his eyes closed and a smile playing on his lips. Ah, that felt good!

Occasionally, he felt another body move against his. Sometimes, that was purely accidental, he was sure, and sometimes, it felt purposeful, someone grinding up on him. Each time, he fluidly slid away from the contact, without so much as opening his eyes. He wasn’t quite ready for his hook-up yet. Moreover, HE wanted to choose the right person, not fall in with someone else’s wishes.

When the music changed from pop to rave, he left the dance floor and ordered another drink.

However, he didn’t get round to drinking it, because at that very moment, he saw a guy dragging another, who seemed drugged or half-asleep, off to the men’s room.

“Oh, no, you won’t,” he hissed, and he stalked after them both, his fury only intensifying when he noticed the one pulling the other along was Smythe.

He blocked Smythe from entering the men’s room and yelled at him, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well, well, if it isn’t Inspector Stick-up-His-Ass,” Smythe slurred. “Inspecting lavatories now, are you?”

“Let that guy go!” Kurt ordered. “What did you do, slip something into his drink?”

Smythe shrugged, his smirk growing sharky. “And what if I did? He’s got the perkiest ass I’ve seen in years, and I want in it.”

Kurt’s wrath boiled over, and before he knew it, he’d punched Smythe in the face. The guy toppled backwards, the back of his head hitting the wall, and he slumped onto the floor, unconscious.

Kurt’s attention shifted to the drugged guy Smythe had brought along, who, Kurt now saw, was none other than Anderson, dressed in an ugly black and mustard yellow outfit.

Anderson leaned against the wall, his eyes half-lidded, staring blankly ahead.

Kurt waved a hand in front of Anderson’s face, trying to get his attention.

It took a while for Anderson’s eyes to focus on him, and even then, he seemed to look through Kurt rather than at him.

“Anderson? Are you all right?”

Anderson didn’t say a word.

“Did you come here with your friends? Jeff and Nick?”

“Jeff,” Anderson parroted. “Wanna dance.”

“Okay… Let’s go back to the dance floor and find Jeff.”

“Jeff,” said Anderson again, dreamily, but he made no move to follow Kurt.

“Come along now,” Kurt told him, holding out his hand for Anderson to take. “Let’s go to Jeff.”

Anderson looked at him with wide eyes. “Jeff.”

Kurt grabbed Anderson’s hand, gently tugging him back to the dance floor, where he found Jeff and Nick and explained to them what had happened.

They thanked him for coming to Anderson’s rescue, and quickly left the bar holding Anderson between them.

Kurt watched them go, sighed and went to settle his tab. Time for him to go home, too.