#banging his groin with his fist

[maybemeursault]

look okay it's bad to erase marvin's canonical sexuality and the fact that She Likes Men but i literally genuinely with all my heart think that she is a trans woman

[bbyquokka]

00:05 (bc)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | bang chan x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, dom chan, pet names, exhibitionist (?), masturbation (m), some dom/sub dynamics, semi proof-read.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1.0k ~ (1,002)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | just a small smth for @oshimee to celebrate it being our 2 yr friendversary today 🥳🩷

m.list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“god. look at you. dressed all pretty for me.” chan groans softly. he adjusts himself in his office chair, his trousers feeling a little too tight for comfort.

his hand squeezes his aching cock. a low and deep moan flutters past his lips. his eyes look at you up and down, flickering from your face, to your chest and down to your groin. his tongue licks his lips slowly, teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip.

he slouches a little in the chair, palm still squeezing and palming himself. he beckons you forward with two of his fingers. you oblige, like a puppet on a string.

you stand in front of him, gaze locked on him the whole time. it makes you both shiver with anticipation and lust.

“kneel.” you kneel in front of him. he looks down at you and groans at the sight. “that’s it. sit pretty for me, darling.” 

you sit patiently, awaiting for his next move and/or command. his head tilts to the side as he continues to eye you up and down like you're his prey. his palming becoming a little rougher and the obvious tent growing and growing with each passing second.

moans and guttural groans flutter from chans lips. they tickle your ears and make your core tingle. you shuffle a little on the spot but keep your eyes on chan.

“watch me.” his fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his trousers. he lifts his hips up slightly to pull the clothing down his thigh and lets them rest just below his knees. 

his famous black calvin klein underwear hugs him tightly, straining at the groan. you can see his cock visibly twitch from time to time as chan palms himself, occasionally wrapping his hand around his clothed length and very slowly stroking himself.

“that’s it. keep watching me, pretty.” your eyes flicker from his face to his hands to his cock. chan’s eyes are half lidded and hazy, lips slightly parted to let his moans freefall past his lips. 

his body tingles with excitement. his stomach bubbles with lust. he feels like he is about to burst from how excited he is and having you watch him just heightens everything for him.

“i love it when you watch me, yn. just having your pretty eyes on me makes me so fucking excited.” he growls, hand roughly squeezing his cock which causes him to moan.

his legs widen. his thighs visible tensing. you ball your hands up into small fists, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. you want to touch. you want to feel. you want to feel the heat radiating from his penis. you want to hear him succumb to you. those moans and groans you're so used to hearing are an indication that he is melting because of you and you need to hear them.

chan lifts his hips up once again to pull down his boxer shorts. they join his trousers as chan stutters a little. his penis bounces out of their restraints. the room is hot to you but to chan (specifically his penis) it's cool which causes him to groan a little.

his cock is thick and veiny. the tip is a beautiful red and glistening with pre-cum. it throbs involuntarily from time to time. as you gaze at his thick cock, chan's hand comes into vision to wrap around his base.

he squeezes it a few times, a smirk on his lips as he watches you fixate and watch. it gets him off having his loved one watch him and be well behaved. it excites him; it hungers him. it's an insatiable hunger that grows and grows to the point where he feels fear.

“come closer.” he instructs. his voice is low and hoarse from all the panting and groaning. you shuffle between his legs, head resting on his inner thigh. “good pup.” 

his free hand makes it's way into your hair. his fingers gently caresses you scalp and tangle around the strands of hair. he's gentle at first but he tugs and it's a rough tug. a tug that causes your eyes to close suddenly and pain to shoot from your scalp. 

chan smirks. he's loving this and it's evident in the way his hand is now caressing and stroking his thick cock. it's slow, languid, almost lazy, strokes at first. he wants to take his time and soak in everything around him but when he hears your soft whimpers of pain and a few tears pricking the outer corners of your eyes, his hand involuntarily speeds up.

“oh fuck… oh god–hng!!” chan's butt cheeks tense several times as he bucks into his hand. the hand that's in your hair has fallen to the base of your neck where his thumb strokes the skin.

his head is now tilted to the side, eyes shut and teeth sunken into his bottom lip. guttural moans free fall constantly from his lips and back of his throat.

“s-so good. oh fuck, yn… don't stop..” you swallow and watch him, eyes flickering from his hand to his face. his cock grows harder and hotter, balls tensing. his pre-cum free flows from his slit and is occasionally smeared on his angry head with the pad of chan's thumb.

“... close.. so close.” his eyes struggle to open to look at you. he is met with your gaze that's looking up at him. you look so innocent and sweet that he wants to taint you.

with that thought in mind, his hips buck and body tenses. you feel his thighs tense against your head. chan stuttering and moaning as ropes of cum shoot out and onto his hand and clothed covered chest, staining his clothing.

his cock twitches with each release, chan's hand slowing down and occasionally rotating at the tip to help him with his high. once calm, he hums a little and looks at you.

“eat. and make sure you don't leave a single drop behind.”

[pinkaditty]

Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 4

honestly? i can't believe i got this far.

a/n: well. here we are! pt 4! enjoy the sinostra ghouls at long last. i included actual parts of the japanese constitution and im hoping that hasn't broken any laws?? idk if they can put the laws as lines in a game i can put them in fictional writing i hope.

quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults.

summary: part 4 of the "Who's Passing NNN?" Tokyo Debunker series. I hope y'all enjoy this one!!! i actually wrote more than i thought i would.

cw: men suffering while jerking off, my favorite thing. MINORS DNI!!!!!!! once again never proofread (sorry)!!!

Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken

(almost done with hotarubi... loving haku jorking it. obscuary after hotarubi!)

Sinostra: 

Taiga Hoshibami: Fail

He didn’t fail intentionally. As little as he’s into romance, he has to jack off every now and again. Unfortunately, the stars aligned wrong for him and he lost NNN. Not that he cared, anyway.

Later. The word echoed in his mind as he tried to focus on the cards in front of him. Later. Later, later, later! Now was, quite possibly, the worst time for a boner to distract him. He growls in displeasure and everyone else at the table flinches, as though he’d pounce anytime soon. But he could care less about them. He couldn’t even comprehend the cards in his hand, his vision swimming as most of his focus (and blood) shot straight to his groin. He runs a hand through his hair, angrily gripping a fistful of it, forcing his attention to the slight stinging of his scalp instead, allowing himself to redirect it to the cards. 

Oh, a Royal Flush. Good, he didn’t have to care anymore. 

When the dealer asks for remaining bets, he lazily pushes his entire stack of chips towards the center. “Raise,” he gurgles out, before plopping his head back into his hand, angrily gripping at his hair as his erection continued to grow. The dealer, despite being shocked, continued through the remaining bets. As he did, Taiga continued pulling at his roots, trying to focus on the soft stinging. Unfortunately, the more he did it, the more relaxing it felt, sending gentle shivers down his spine… Which went straight to his cock, now at full mast. He angrily bangs his hand down on the table, staring at the cards as though their existence peeved him. Everyone at the table flinched again, watching him carefully before continuing the game. 

When it comes time to show off the cards, Taiga carelessly tosses his onto the table, eliciting a shocked gasp from the dealer and disappointed groans from the other players. As satisfying as this win should be, he doesn’t even stay to drink in the victory or collect his chips. He sits up from the table and stalks off angrily, hoping his stiff walking and obvious blush wasn’t a dead giveaway to the heat in his groin that only grew warmer. 

Romeo Lucci: Pass (Miserably)

He passes for clout. He made a bet with Rui regarding which of them could last all throughout November, and he wasn’t going to lose. He is, however, almost as miserable as Leo is. He’s got an ego to fill, and jacking himself off helps that.

He was having one hell of a time going through all these documents. His useless, blundering thoughtless hooligan of a boss was far too caught up gambling to review the mission documents, so it was up to him, or else he’d never hear the end of it from that damned prick of a ghoul freshman. Romeo sighs and leans back into the couch, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes. He couldn’t focus on anything. This odd feeling had been swimming in his head all day. He couldn’t tell if he was sleepy, hungry, thirsty… some other kind of ‘-y’, maybe? Maybe he really was hungry… There was an odd feeling stirring in his abdomen, after all. He chuckled in a dismissive ‘As if!’ kind of way when the word ‘horny’ came to mind. Yea, as if. 

That is, until the thought inadvertently shifts some of his focus to his length, which had been progressively hardening. 

He stiffens immediately, gripping the documents in his hand tightly. He clenches his jaw and looks around himself, despite knowing he’s in the Sinostra VIP room alone. He glances down at his crotch, noticing his length pressing into his uniform slacks. Unbelievable. What was worse was, that now that all his attention was on it, he couldn’t tear it away. Even as he tried to stare at and absorb the information on the damned mission documents, his cock continued to twitch, unwilling to go down. He stares at the documents until his vision is swimming, unable to absorb any of the information as his erection grew taller and prouder. When he finally gives up, shamefully checking to ensure he’s really alone, he pulls out his cock, his face burning with embarrassment, and bites his glove with one hand to muffle the noise. Before he knows it, he’s going fast, his eyes rolling back, his hips jerking forward, his breathing growing heavier. When he finally finishes, he spurts his release across whatever’s in front of him, panting heavily, his head thrown back into the cushion of his favorite chair, his eyes rolling into his head. He sighs and carefully shifts, surveying the inevitable mess in front of him.

His cum was splattered all over the documents he was supposed to go over. His face burns with anger and shame. This was all that… blundering, thoughtless hooligan’s fault..!

Ritsu Shinjo: Pass

Yes, he jacks it. I believe that. I also think he is more than capable of going a month without it. He’s ambitious enough to make it happen. That said, he didn’t learn about the competition until later, and despite finding it frivolous, decides to participate. 

He was studying the Compendium of Laws once again, brushing up on his knowledge some more during his downtime in his dorm room. Or, at least, he should be. When he wakes up out of his trance, he’s staring up at the ceiling, his mouth half open in a moan, his hand gently palming himself through his pants. He quickly pulls his hand back, his face burning with embarrassment. He had to focus on studying. It’d already been long enough since he’d had a proper refresher of the laws of Japan. He throws himself back into it, holding his hands behind his back, putting his full concentration into rereading the page before him. 

The Japanese Constitution, Chapter III, Article 13… He read along in his head, blinking carefully, attempting to pour all his focus into this. Article 14… And it works, for a while, before he realizes the words are slipping through his mind again. He finds himself on Article 17, despite not remembering what Article 15 and 16 were. He snaps back to attention and finds his hands on his thighs, his right thumb creeping rather close to his clothed erection, heavy and tucked against his right thigh. He curses himself, and after a moment of indecision, bites his lip and reluctantly unbuttons his pants. Carefully pushing one hand inside, he leans over the Compendium again, gently taking hold of himself. Something about this felt… wrong. But he had no choice if he wanted to focus. 

He starts stroking himself, hoping that relieving some pressure would help him focus better. 

Article 15… He moans, interrupting his focus. The people have the inalienable right… He groans, his body lurching forward as his hand moves a little faster. He grits his teeth and keeps reading. …To elect and dismiss… A needy whine escapes him, and he goes faster, bucking his hips forward. …Their chosen officials… Almost there. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut, not bothering to read anymore. His hand moves faster across his cock, and his shoulders shake as he releases, his seed dripping onto his pants. He huffs out a sigh and collapses, his cheek laid against the page he was reading.

a/n: this was so much longer than i intended lol these r actually my least fav ghouls. ritsu and romeo are the yapping team that piss me the fuck off (most of the time) and taiga is just odd. what's even funnier is that this is the house i was placed in during the tokyo debunker personality test...

anyways! note that i absolutely adore comments, reblogs, and likes!!! please tell me how much you enjoyed reading my work!! it's what keeps me writing!

final note that i've recently discovered a haru stan in my following and now im encouraged to finish writing the 'dry humping with haru sagara' fic that's sitting in my 20 pg google doc of unfinished tokyo debunker works. also @cupcakesmoothie i hope u like this bc u mentioned this is ur fav house, i also find ur tags funny

[linos-luna]

My Baby (Pt. 5) 🥀🔪

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader (ft. Lee Know)

♡ (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt 7) (Pt. 8) (pt 9) (pt. 10)

Warnings: Yandere, obsessive behavior, blood

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Chan was almost there. Couldn’t wait to see his baby again. He was ready to take you home, to go back to how things were.

~~~~ 🧸

Minho was starting to wake up, noticing that you were nuzzled into his chest, behind you was jeongyeon. She was also sleeping, exhausted from the night before. Minho slowly started drifting off again while holding you when he was suddenly pulled off the bed, falling to the floor.

He looked up to see Chan standing over him, obviously very pissed. “How dare you touch what’s mine!”

The commotion woke you and jeongyeon up. You nearly shrieked at the sight of your boyfriend and jeongyeon quickly covered your mouth.

Minho tried getting up, only to get a kick to the stomach causing him to fall back.

“Hi babygirl.” Chan said with what sounded like a sigh of relief.

“Get out!” Jeongyeon yelled.

You got out of jeongyeon’s grasp and go to Minho, who’s still on the floor.

“I will. Once I have my baby.” He replied while holding his hand out to you. “I know you miss me babygirl.”

You only stare at his hand, tears forming as jeongyeon worriedly looked at you.

“I know you miss daddy…” Chan says with a pout. “You were such a good girl… for almost a year! Then I don’t know what happened…”

“A year?” You look at him confused.

“You were such a good girl…” Chan sighed.

“You’re a fuckin psycho!” Jeongyeon yelled. “You forced her!”

Minho got up and you held on tight to his arm. This only enraged Chan some more.

“Y/n! You get off that man and come here! Right now!”

Jeongyeon took the opportunity to kick Chan in the back of the knees, causing him to topple over.

He grabbed onto jeongyeon, making her fall as well. They wrestled for a moment but Chan, being much bigger, got the better of her. He pulled a pocket knife out and without thinking you grabbed it by the blade to stop him.

Chan was surprised by your strength while jeongyeon managed to roll to the side.

Minho delivered a punch to Chan as you struggled and jeongyeon was able to get up and pull you away, running out, soon followed by Minho.

“Wait!” You stop suddenly, not even acknowledging your bloody hand. “What does he mean by a year?”

“Y/n! Not right now!” Jeongyeon said frustrated.

“He said I was good for a year! W-what does that mean?!”

“It means you were with him for a year.” Minho said while lifting you over his shoulder.

“What are you talking about?! I was only with him for 2 months?” You yelled as he put you in the back seat of his car. Jeongyeon got in next to you.

“Y/n…” jeongyeon sighed. “You were with him for almost a year.”

“I feel like I would’ve remembered that…?”

“I think it was only those two months before leaving that you… realized what was happening...” Jeongyeon said, looking at Minho who had just gotten in and started the car. “You may have disassociated…”

“W-what? N-no… no way I was gone for that long!” Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you looked around helplessly.

As Minho started backing up the car there was a thud on the window. It was Chan; he had run up and hit the window with his fists.

“Get out of the car, babygirl!”

Minho was ready to start driving when you suddenly shouted.

“Stop!”

Everyone froze and you got out of the car.

“I-I… I love you Channie…” you said while holding his hand.

“I know.” He said said with a sigh of relief.

“And… and I miss you…” you say while rubbing his cheek with your bloody hand. “But… you stole a year of my life.”

“Babygirl, I just wanted to—.”

You suddenly gave him a hug while your friends looked in shock.

“Bye Channie…”

“What?”

Before he could say anything else you kneed him in the groin and pushed him when he bent over in pain.

Minho and jeongyeon were just as shocked as he was.

“B-baby?!”

“You stole a year of my life!” You kicked him in the stomach before getting back in the car. It took a minute for Minho to snap out of his amazement and he started driving.

~~~~ 🧸

Once away, Minho drove for his house while jeongyeon looked at your hand.

“God y/n… it’s gonna get infected.” She said while holding your wrist. You stayed quiet.

Once at his house, they brought you inside to bandage your wound and you took a deep breath.

“Y/n…” Minho said after throwing away some bloody tissues. “That must’ve been hard…”

“It was… but…”

Before you could even finish, you quickly gave him a tight hug while crying and practically burying your face in his chest.

He rubbed your back and you looked at him with teary eyes.

He kissed your forehead but you suddenly kissed his lips. He was surprised but didn’t mind, especially when it was longer than a simple peck.

“Hey! Let’s not do all that.” Jeongyeon interrupted. She had her phone in hand and looked worried. “I think Dahyun is in trouble…”

———— 🧸

Meanwhile, Chan laid there on the ground as flashing police lights were coming closer. Jeongyeon must’ve called them. He was doubled over in pain while tears started forming. “What have they done to my baby…”

[bossbtch1]

HI! I just wanna say I lovee ur stories, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader shadow play smut, with content.

I loved the other one u did... but I'm a sucker for smut 😭😌

Hey there! So, in the previous story, there's smut involved (dark story). But maybe the shadow play in the last scene isn't cutting it. No worries, here's another scenario for you! Thanks for the request, it's been a blast to write. It's weirdly amusing, I don't know why, but I hope you enjoy it! 😄

Summary : Loki sought revenge after you left him in prison, tormenting you with shadows and magic. Strangely, you found yourself caught between arousal and fear, oblivious to the fact that it was him all along.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic

Trigger Warnings: Masturbating, Fingering, Dubious Consent, Magic

Words : 3.2k (shortest fic I've ever written lol)

A/N : Well, that shadow scene had us all on a chokehold, and, of course, I couldn't resist writing another one for it. Thank you @holabicth for the request once again!

The door closed behind Loki with a quiet thud. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Loki said, stepping towards the cell that was holding you. "A little mortal, lost in a big, bad world."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not bothering to move from where you were sitting, cross-legged, against the wall. "You're one to talk." You retorted, raising an eyebrow at him. "Considering you're in the exact same predicament."

"Am I now?" Loki asked, raising his own eyebrow in response. He took another step closer to your cell, looking down at you. You were still sitting there, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Because it seems to me, that if I wanted to, I could easily just-" Loki paused as he suddenly appeared inside of your cell, standing in front of you. "Leave."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, yeah. Big deal. You can teleport. Congrats." You muttered, moving to stand up.

Loki put his foot out and kicked your shoulder, forcing you to stay sitting on the floor. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Loki asked, bending over slightly to look at you.

You turned your head to the side to glare up at him, and then brought your fist forward to hit him right in the groin. Loki gasped, taking a step back, and then groaned in pain, leaning forward slightly. You were surprised he didn’t see that coming or it was really him instead of some kind of projection.

"Yeah, I said you're a fucking dickhead." You snapped, using the wall to help you stand. Loki groaned in response, still doubled over in pain. You walked around him and stepped out of the cell, turning around to face him. "Have fun rotting away in there." You smirked, waving at him as the cell's walls started to close in around him.

Loki's head shot up as the walls moved closer. "No! Wait!" He shouted, but it was too late. The walls closed in on him, making him press up against the glass.

You sighed and shook your head, turning around to head for the elevator. "Y/N!" Loki shouted, his voice slightly muffled by the cell walls. "You can't leave me like this!"

"And why not?" You asked, not even bothering to turn around. You reached the elevator and stepped inside, pushing the button for the lobby.

"Because, if you leave me here, I'll die!" Loki shouted, his hands and face pressing against the glass.

"And why should that concern me?" You asked, pausing the doors from closing.

Loki groaned and banged on the glass, "You will pay for this!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "Bye! Have fun rotting away, dickhead!" With an almost nonchalant wave, you watched as the elevator doors slowly closed, leaving him alone in the dimly lit cell.

The dull hum of the descending elevator mingled with Loki's muffled protests, creating a haunting symphony of abandonment as you left him behind.

You were heading towards the door, ready to get out of this place, when you stopped. 'Should I really just leave him here?' You thought to yourself, sighing as you turned around. 'Oh, fuck it. Might as well make the most of this.'

Years after what happened you managed to escape from that prison, you were a free woman and no one could hold you back, even though they were trying. You had your freedom, and no one could take it away. You moved to a new country, changed your identity to make you unrecognizable and it worked. No one had recognized you.

Life was good, and started your life anew, forgetting all about your past. You were finally happy, and everything was going great.

But it felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

One night when you were sleeping, you were dreaming of making out with a guy, his face was blurry so you didn't know who it was. His hands were touching all the right places, and you were getting into the moment, his lips felt amazing against yours. But then he was kissing your neck and you realized you could feel everything, the warmth of his tongue, the roughness of his stubble, the tickle of his breath.

His hand moved lower to your collarbone and down to your breast, and you were enjoying it. The guy seemed to know what he was doing, when suddenly, he squeezed a little harder, causing you to moan in surprise. It felt so real, that you were starting to think that you weren't dreaming, and that someone was in your room, touching you.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" The guy whispered and bit your earlobe making you shiver.

That made your eyes shot open and you sat up in shock. Looking around, you saw no one there. Your room was pitch black, except for a small ray of light coming from under the door. You must have been dreaming. But it felt so real. "Did I dream it or someone is really here?" You wondered, but couldn't find anything.

You looked down and saw that you were sweating and you could see your hardened nipples poking through your tank top. You saw your tank top was ridden up just like the guy did in your dream.

You pulled your shirt back down, and laid down again. The whole time you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was touching you. It felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

Even though, you were panicking, your mind drifted to the man in your dream. How he knew your name, and how hot he sounded. You didn't understand how a dream could be so vivid and detailed.

You were getting turned on, the feeling of his lips on yours, and the way his hands were on your body. You didn't even know who this guy was, and you were already starting to masturbate. you felt embarrassed thinking about what you were dreaming about, and how wet you were. You didn't even know what time it was, but you felt like you needed to take care of yourself before you went back to sleep.

You started to slide your hands up and down your body, the feeling of his lips and stubble still lingering on your neck. You were so wet, the only thing that could satisfy right now was your fingers.

"Mmmm..." You moaned, as you imagined his face looking down at you, while his hands were touching you.

You were close to an orgasm, and you felt like you were going crazy. The pleasure felt unreal.

"Ohhhh... fuck," You whispered as you came.

You laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. You felt exhausted, but you couldn’t go back to sleep. You felt weird and confused, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. You shrugged it off, maybe it was nothing, and just got up from the bed, ready to start the day.

You didn't realize that this was only the beginning of the things that will happen, and that everything was only getting started.

"What a fucking asshole!" You grumbled angrily, kicking a trashcan, which sent the garbage flying. It didn't help that a group of kids were watching you and laughing at your anger.

"What did the trashcan ever do to you?" One kid asked, his friends giggling in the background. You turned your glare towards them, and the kids stopped laughing. They slowly backed away and ran off, not wanting to face your wrath.

You sighed and shook your head, turning back to the sidewalk. You were supposed to be at work, but you were late and had a pretty good excuse, a.k.a. the fact that some asshole had decided to break into your house and steal your car.

"Stupid car. Stupid, fucking asshole." You muttered, continuing to walk down the street. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." You groaned and shook your head, running your hands through your hair.

You stopped and looked at the building across the street. 'Maybe I can call someone to pick me up? Like my parents?' You thought to yourself, shaking your head and laughing. "They probably won't answer anyway. Because I’m dead to them.’ You muttered, sighing as you crossed the street, heading for the building.

At work, you were still mad about your car being stolen, and were wondering how long it would take for the police to notice and return it to you. You couldn’t focus on your job. "Y/N, get back to work!" Mr. D's stern voice cut through your thoughts, and you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the cereal box in your hands. Sighing heavily, you nodded in acknowledgment.

"Sorry, Mr. D. Won't happen again," you mumbled, mustering a forced smile.

It had been couple of days since your car got stolen and you hadn’t received any information from the police, making you taking the bus from getting and going off from work. You were always late because of the traffic and your boss wasn't happy that you were late, and even threatened to fire you if you were late again. It wasn't your fault though, but no one would listen. You were pissed off and wanted to punch someone.

Days had passed since the incident, and the absence of any information from the police gnawed at your patience. Forced to rely on buses to commute, you found yourself consistently late due to the unpredictability of traffic. Your boss, oblivious to your tardiness, had threatened to fire you if you were late again.

It wasn't your fault, you were a victim of circumstances beyond your control. The injustice of it all made your blood boil, and the temptation to vent your frustration physically lingered at the edges of your consciousness. Yet, you held back, knowing that punching someone wouldn't solve anything.

As you continued stacking cans on the shelves, the rhythm of your movements betrayed the underlying tension. Each clink of metal against metal mirrored the ticking clock, a constant reminder of the stolen moments and the stolen car that dangled over your daily existence.

Suddenly, you slammed a can onto the shelf, drawing the attention of everyone around. Some flinched, eyes turning towards you. "Sorry, sorry. Just having a rough day. No need to look at me like that." you apologized, and the customers resumed their activities.

Your daily routine had become a struggle since the loss of your car. Apologies became a routine, just like the late hours you now kept. Affording a new vehicle was out of the question. The bus stop was distant from your apartment, pushing you to discover a shortcut through a creepy alley a couple of days ago. You didn't trust the alley, but you had no choice, you a quicker route home.

So, there you were, standing outside the alley, contemplating if it was a good idea or not. It was scary and dark, and you didn't know what was in there. You gulped and stepped into the alley, deciding to just suck it up and go through. You didn't want to walk all the way to your apartment building, and this was faster.

"Fuck it" you muttered to yourself, you prepared taser gun and pepper spray, and slowly walked into the alley. You were tense, and felt your heart beat faster, but you told yourself that everything would be alright. The alley wasn't very long, so you were relieved, but that feeling quickly left when you heard a sound behind you.

Turning around, you saw only homeless people, nothing out of the ordinary. "Probably just rats or something," you thought, attempting to calm your nerves. The rest of the walk remained uneventful. As you exited the alley, you sighed in relief, continuing your journey towards the apartment building.

You walked through that alley a couple more times since that day, and nothing unusual ever happened, but today, you felt as if someone was watching you, so you decided to look behind you.

But no one was in sight, not even the homeless people. You found it a bit odd but decided to ignore it and focusing on getting home. "Probably imagining it, it's nothing." You muttered to yourself, as you kept walking faster.  You clenched your taser gun tightly, ready to use it in case something did happen.

You heard footsteps approaching but when you turned around there was no one. You froze, your breath caught in your throat. You clenched your taser gun, the only weapon you had with you, and quickened your pace.

You heard it again, it sounded closer, but still far away. You slowly turned around, trying to keep calm, but you couldn't. The noise started again, this time closer, and louder. You spun around, holding the gun up and ready to fire. But no one was there.

Suddenly you were being pulled back and slammed into the wall behind you, and then you were being choked. Your eyes widened as you struggled against the grip, your hands pulling at the hand around your neck.

Your hands were suddenly being stretched apart, the gun falling out of your grip and clattering to the ground. Your legs flailed, your lungs desperate for air, but the hand stayed firm. No one was there, you didn't know what was happening. You were scared, no one was there, you didn’t know who or what attacked you.

Your vision started to fade, and everything was starting to get darker and darker. Right before everything faded away, the grip on your throat was released. You were coughing and gasping for air. You were still bound against the wall, not knowing what was going on. You looked around, and saw no one, no one except shadows on the wall.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice hoarse from the lack of air. There was no response, and you felt like someone was there, but you didn't see anyone. "This isn't funny!" You spoke to whoever or something. You didn't believe in ghost, never did. You didn't think you were going crazy. You just assumed it was just your mind playing tricks on you, making you hallucinate.

"Show yourself!" You growled, trying to act tough. Still no response. "Fuck off. Leave me alone!" You grumbled, and kicked the wall behind you, but your legs hit nothing. Your brows furrowed, and you were confused. But you could feel something restraining you, and it was solid. You tried moving again, but the invisible force held you tightly.

As realization dawned, you discerned the silhouette of a shadow adorned with menacing horns that clung to you. "What the fuck!" you exclaimed.

"To make you mine." A deep voice spoke, echoing throughout the alley. You felt shivers down your spine, and fear creeped its way inside of you. You didn't understand what was happening. Your breathing was ragged, and you felt yourself become panicked.

Then you felt something caressing your legs as if a hand was slowly travelling up the length of them. You tried to struggle but the bounds held you tight, you were completely powerless. Your breath hitched when you felt fingers brush against the skin between your thighs and up.

Your legs were being forced open, "Ah! What are you doing!?" You shouted, not knowing what was happening as a finger slowly rubbed against your pussy.

"Stop!" You shouted, still struggling against the binds. But the thing didn't listen and was suddenly rubbed your clit, your hips involuntarily jerked at the sensation, and a small moan escaped your mouth.

"W-What is happening?" You whimpered, the fear mixed with pleasure was overwhelming. Your head fell back against the wall and a louder moan left your lips, you wanted to stop it, but you couldn't, and it felt too good.

You tried to focus on anything but the sensations, and you heard someone whisper something, but you couldn't understand what was being said. You tried to listen, but it was useless. The hand between your legs slipped into your panties and started to rub at your folds. The pleasure was too intense, and you cried out, your whole body trembling.

"Fuck." You breathed, and tried to control your breathing, but it was hard. Your whole body was shaking, and your mind was blank. You couldn't believe you were getting turned on by being assaulted by an unknown entity, but you were. "No! Stop it!" You struggled, the thing didn't stop.

You felt the shadow enter you as if a finger inserted itself into you, "Ah!" You moaned, you could feel the finger moving inside you, thrusting in and out of you. "N-no, stop."

The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp. Your moans filled the empty alley, the sound of your moans echoed off the walls, but the pleasure you were feeling was great.

Then the fingers were removed, and then a hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. You gasped and tried to pull the hand away, but the hand was unmovable. The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp.

Fuck, why did a shadow could make you feel so good? The fingers kept moving in and out of you and a third joined, stretching you further. You were feeling too good, too aroused. You didn't even try to get away from it anymore. You couldn't believe you were turned on by a ghost or whatever this shadow-like creature.

"Yes! Yes! Ah!" You moaned. Your body felt hot, really hot. Your heart was racing, pounding against your chest, it was a good thing that no one could see you like this, getting fingered by a ghost.

You moaned again as the fingers thrusting in and out of you increased in speed, they were going fast. You wanted to scream, shout, moan, but you were only able to do one of them. "Yes! Ah! YES!" You screamed as your climax neared, "F-faster! Fuck me faster! Make me come!"

The fingers kept moving in and out of your dripping entrance and they increased their pace, fucking you faster and faster, your screams were louder.

"Yes! I'm cumming!" You screamed and arched your back as your orgasm hit, your juices ran down to your thighs, the fingers slowed down, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Then the fingers were gone, the sensation disappeared. The shadow finally released its grip, and you collapsed to the ground. You were left there, breathing hard, and confused. “What the fuck was that?” You talked to yourself.

While still trying to make sense of what just happened, you noticed two feet in front of you. Looking up, your eyes met Loki's. Suddenly, he seized your hair, compelling you to stand. "You!" you hissed, but he remained silent, his grip tightening.

A smirk played on his lips, and his eyes glowed with an unsettling green hue. Frustration and anger welled up within you as you attempted to retaliate, yet his hand held you firmly. "All this time, it was you, wasn't it? You were the one who assaulted me while I was sleeping, weren’t you?" you spat, your glare fixed on him.

He offered no response, only a sinister smirk, and then everything went black.

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The Flayed

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 4.3K

warnings: cursing, panic attacks from byers/going off on everyone, blood/fighting. i think we good!

summary: the pits of hell.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG - The Byers Harrington Story-

yall, steve and byers relationship is going through it, im sorry. also feel like my writing is inconsistent for these next few chapters (idk just me?)

@alecmores​ my lovely friend🌟

series masterlist / steve harrington

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You were sure your voice was gonna give out with the volume of your screams. The room that was now confirmed to be an elevator was moving at such a fast speed that you worried you’d hit the ceiling when it reached the bottom.

“Steve!” Calling for your boyfriend with tears flooding your eyes.

This is why you didn’t want to do this. Why you shouldn’t have gotten involved and just called the government. Now you have two children with you in a dangerous environment not knowing what was on the other side. Stupid fucking Russians had to ruin your night cause of their stupid system. 

“Shit! Shit!” “We’re going down! We’re going down!” Steve and Dustin shouted over the noise. And you're pretty sure you’re just sobbing through the screams at this point. Robin shouted to Steve, “Yeah, no shit, Harrington!”

Dustin was smashing his hands into the buttons, but nothing was helping. “Why don’t these buttons work?!” Erica ran to his side, the two of them pressing the same buttons and yelling at each other.

Your fingers were curled tight around a metal table as you hyperventilate. Everything and everyone was just making your panic worse and you feared passing out. The elevator hit the ground hard and everyone lost their foot, falling to the floor with boxes following. Your head hit the bottom of the table and you winced in pain.

You could hear Steve groan, “Oh! My groin. It fell on my groin.” Then he called for Dustin to move a box.

You heard shuffling and Robin asking if everyone was okay, but you could only hear your loud breathing and feel the fast beating of your heart. Palms hit the metal floor as you panted and silently cried, messy hair hiding your face in a curtain.

“(Y/n)? Hey, baby…” The voices sounded as if they were underwater. Garbled and unclear, barely able to understand it’s Steve just from the pet name. A hand falls to your back, trying to use repetitive motions as a way to calm you down.

“Baby, it’s Steve. Dustin, Erica, and Robin are with us. Everyone is okay. We’re safe.” He spoke low and close to your ear.

“We don’t know if-“ “Shut it, Henderson!”

Your hearing got clearer and your breathing slowly evened out, body slightly shook as you managed to push yourself off the floor and shrug Steve’s hands away. Fingernails curled into your palm as you glared at Steve. His eyes were droopy and sad, arms limp at his side, but you needed to get this out.

“We are not safe, Steve. Not even close. We are in a Russian elevator that no one besides us knows about, so they wouldn’t know where to look. We have two underage children in our care to keep safe, which, they or we shouldn’t even be here in the first place! I have said, we should just take this to the authorities! That’s their job! We work in a fucking ice cream shop making five bucks an hour! But you and Dustin, along with Robin, wanted to be nosy American heroes, and Erica just took this as a reason to get free ice cream.” Arms flailing and voice cracking. “I should be home watching Jeopardy on the couch with you or Will. I haven’t heard from Jonathan or my mom all day, who knows if Will's home alone when he shouldn’t be since the last time that happened, he got sucked into the fucking Upside Down!”

You pound your fist into the walls, hurling more words under your breath. You ignored the sting to your wrist as you kept banging and banging, eyes blurry and voice straining. You only stopped when arms wrapped you from behind, they pinned your biceps down and dragged you away from the wall. You struggled against their hold until you gave up, not fighting just letting your emotions get the better of you. 

“I can’t- I can’t do this again. I just can’t.” Legs turn to jelly as you let gravity drag you back to the floor. You just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep into a coma.

Steve, you knew it was him holding you, he fell with you. Your back was pulled to his chest as he shushed you, trying to calm you like a baby. His hand pushed your head towards his neck and you shifted so you leaned on your side, starchy uniform wrinkling in your grip. “I can’t keep… doing this.”

Steve took a deep breath, “I know, baby. I know. We just gotta stick together and we’ll be safe.” He pressed his face into your hair, his eyes closing as he hugged you tighter. He never wants to see you break like this, and he’ll do everything to keep you from cracking further.

“Uh… just so you nerds are aware, I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s. And Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat.”

“I don’t care about Tina!” Steve yelled as he moved his hands over your ears. With his mouth close they barely muffled his screaming at Erica. “Or Uncle Jack’s party! Your moms not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”

Your ears were uncovered and took in the silence that followed so much yelling. Dustin and Robin are the only two just watching and standing back. Steve kept your head pushed to his neck, his chin digging into your scalp as his palm rubbed your bicep up and down. 

“Hey,” You turned to Dustin. His voice was low and even as he addressed the room. “Why don’t we just climb our way out?” Pointed upward to a square cut into the ceiling.

Steve pulled the both of you off the floor and kissed your salty cheeks. He squatted so Dustin could climb onto his shoulder and push the hatch open. With help from Steve, Dustin was pushed up and then Steve used a table for leverage.

You, Robin, and Erica just looked up and waited for anything. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, pretending it was Steve grounding you.

“Steve!” Robin yelled, “What’s it look like? Can we climb?”

There was thumping and then Dustin’s head popped in with a strained smile. “Uh…”

“Uh, what? Can we climb?” Erica demanded.

“No. We can’t climb, we’re too far down.” Dustin groaned.

You dropped your head. “Son of a bitch,” mumbled under your breath. Steve climbed back in and sighed as he leaned against the wall.

-

“Code red. I repeat, code red. Does anyone copy?”

You could hear Dustin’s voice bouncing off the thick walls from above. He asked for his walkie and said he was gonna try to get some help. He’s been repeating code red for about five minutes now.

“We are innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found they will torture and kill us.” That was a new one. And if anyone heard that, they would probably think it was a dumb prank.

Steve climbed atop a table and poked his head through the hole. “Hey!” He called to Dustin, “Gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery.”

Dustin’s voice was muffled and you could only hear Steve’s reply, “What do you think, Petey the mall cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?” He shimmied up back to the roof.

You, having nothing to do and wanting to distract yourself, you started stacking and organizing the boxes. Lend a helping hand to the Russians, cause why not? Robin tried pushing different buttons to get the door open or the elevator working again hopefully. And Erica was off to the side sitting down, messing with the container Robin stuffed in her bag.

Then there was a sound and a smell, your nose wrinkling. You heard Robin scuff followed by, “Can you redirect your stream, please?” You looked at the wall and you groaned.

Loud banging filled the silence and you promptly spun to see Erica hitting the green liquid against metal tubs. You rushed to her side and yanked the unknown substance from her tiny hands. “Hey, hey! Be careful, careful, careful! We don’t even know what this is.”

She rolled her eyes, “Exactly. It could be useful.” Robin walked over, “Useful how?”

Erica started a little rant. “We could survive down here a long time without food, but if the human body doesn’t get water it will die.”

“I know that, little miss know-it-all. But I hate to break it to you, but this is not water. Not even close.” Your attitude is starting to match Erica’s.

She shrugged, “No, but it’s a liquid. And if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink.”

You heard Robin scuff and then a distant noise. An electronic whirring. Robin walked to the door and Erica yanked the liquid back when you were distracted. The both of you watched as Robin set her ear to the door and then pushed away to the tables. She climbed up and motioned with her hands to follow.

“We’ve got company.”

Robin went up first and then you made Erica go next, helping her small frame reach the hatch for someone to grab her. You can hear the noise getting closer. You stood on your tiptoes to get as close to the top, fingers stretched to the point of cracking. You weren’t good at pull-ups so you know this is gonna be a difficult task. Luckily, Steve came forward and grabbed your arms tight, and helped pull you upward. You fell into his arms as Dustin closed the lid, and now was the waiting game.

The elevator thudded then stopped meaning it was opened and then you heard two Russian men speaking, their feet shuffling back and forth a few times. Steve looked down into the opening allowing light, you should see the shadows moving. Everyone was tense, keeping as still as possible to not give away the position. Steve held a finger to his lips then he tilted his head slightly in the direction of Erica, who was holding her container of liquid goo.

Steve curled his fingers in a ‘give me’ motion and she slowly handed it off. The two men walked out of the room and now you just waited until they drove away. That whirring noise grew distant and it was followed by the heavy door falling.

Steve yanked the hatch open and climbed down, the door getting closer to sealing back up. He slid on the ground and with the bottom vertical he jammed it open. “Let’s go,” you usher Erica down first. Her backpack was thrown to Steve and pushed through the door.

She crawled on the floor with Steve’s “Go, go, go,” And her “I’m going.” in response.

Dustin dropped second. “Henderson. Go, go.” Steve gave him a push. You urged Robin next, her legs in the air before you pushed them down. You didn’t bother to argue with Steve about who was next since he would insist on you. You shuffled under with Dustin and Robin yanking you out of the way so Steve could hurry as the glass was breaking.

You grabbed his uniform and tugged at him, Robin helping with her grunts of, “Come on, Steve, let’s go!” He rolled his body into yours and both of you watched as the glass gave out and the green goo sizzled the floor and door.

You sighed as you hugged Steve tight and he did as well. You heard Robin ask, “Still wanna drink that?” And you knew it was at Erica. Despite the moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from planting kisses on the side of Steve’s face, your body went through slight shudders of panic. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” Whispered into his hot skin.

He pushed himself off your body and held his hands out to help you from the floor. His eyes zigzagged everywhere, “Not hurt or anything?” You confirmed your intact state and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Holy mother of God.” Dustin’s voice broke the silence. You and Steve broke apart and everyone turned to see what stunned Dustin Henderson. A giant tunnel is what. “Well…hope you guys are in good shape.” He took your hand and pulled you with him as he tapped Dustin on the chest, “Looking at you, roast beef.”

-

You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking. Could’ve been fifteen minutes or a full hour already. It just went on and on forever, the fluorescent lighting hurting your eyes and causing your headache to worsen. Steve kept your hands intertwined, something bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving reassuring kisses on our cracked skin.

“I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive.” Dustin with his wandering gaze and scientific mind. Steve countered Dustin’s remark, “What are you talking about? It’s a total fire hazard. There are no stairs, there’s no exit, there’s just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.” 

And you agreed with him in your head, ears tingling at the deep sound of Steve’s voice bouncing off the walls and almost wrapping you in a warm blanket. Messily as you walked you landed a kiss on his clothed shoulder, just wishing to take a moment and hug him like a bear.

Erica’s high-pitched voice spoke, “They’re Commies. You don’t pay people, they cut corners.” You genuinely wonder if she’s learning this from school or something she does as a hobby.

“To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking,” Robin mentioned. “Think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting cargo.” And she was right about that.

“It all comes into the mall like any old delivery.” “And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody’s the wiser.” Dustin and Robin finished each other’s sentences.

“Wait… so you think they built this whole mall so they could transport that green poison?” You leaned forward a bit to see everyone’s thinking faces. Dustin twisted his mouth, “I seriously doubt it’s something as boring as poison. It’s gotta be much more valuable, like promethium or something.”

“What the hell is Promethium?” Steve blurted.

“It’s what Victor Stone’s dad used to make Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components.” Robin casually mentioned. You couldn’t help the gasp that followed, “You read comics? Robin, why am I just now hearing about this?” She just shrugged, but you saw her hidden smile.

“You’re all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill.” Erica had to ruin the moment.

Steve was quick to come to his defense, “No, no, no. No, don’t lump me in with them. I’m not a nerd, all right?” The simple comment made you slip your hand from his out of pettiness. Steve whipped his head towards you and tried to grab it back, but you just crossed your arms and kept walking.

You heard light chuckles from the others. “Why so sensitive, Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child?” Robin’s snarky comment was followed by Dustin’s, “With you dating (Y/n), you’re a nerd by association. She’s got a good knowledge of comics and Star Wars.”

“I know that. I’m just saying I don’t know jack shit about Prometheus.” You dropped your arms and you felt Steve’s hitting yours twice before you took the innovation of holding hands again. “Promethium.” Dustin fixed Steve’s miss pronunciation. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure, but whatever. All I’m saying is, it’s probably being used to make something.”

“Or power something.” You quickly throw it out there. “Like a nuclear weapon?” Dustin asked. You shrugged even if he couldn’t see, “Totally, they are Russia and they usually are up to something sketchy.”

“Walking towards a nuclear weapon. That’s great. That’d be great.” Steve used his sarcasm as his defense. He squeezed your hand three times.

“But if they’re building something, why here?” Robin pointed out, “I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places. At the very best, we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s our very…” She trailed off as she and Erica continued forward. At the same time, Steve pulled the both of you to a stop with Dustin.

“You think the Russians know?” Steve turned to Dustin. “About-” Dustin didn’t need to finish, the three of you knew what he was gonna say. “They could,” Steve pointed out. “So it’s connected?” You asked while huddling closer to the boys.

Dustin shook his head, “Maybe.” “How?” You were confused about how a government on the other side of the world could know about your shit town and its supernatural connection.

“I don’t know, but it’s…” “Possible.” The three of you whispered. Your headache was worsening by the second.

“I’m sorry,” You looked up and saw Robin and Erica further up the tunnel and turned around, “Is there something you’d like to share with the class? (Y/n)?” You could only open and close your mouth, nothing coming out.

The sound of static hissing followed by a man’s voice speaking what sounds to be Russian drew everyone’s attention. Erica dropped her backpack and pulled the walkie out as you all huddled on the ground. Robin pulled the antenna out and listened to the voice. She then translated what was being relaid.

“A trip to China sounds nice. If you tread lightly. It’s the code.”

Dustin pointed at the walkie in her hands, “Wherever that broadcast is coming from-” “It’s close. And if there’s one thing we know about that signal…”

“It can reach the surface.” You finished with an air of hopefulness. Robin looked up with a smile then to your group, “Let’s go,” and you continued your walking.

-

You walked for what you assumed to be about thirty minutes before voices and loud noises got closer. Steve pulled your group into a corner behind a giant metal container and waited for the coast to be clear of any workers passing by. He peeked his head out and when he assessed the scene he moved forward and pulled you with him, “Clear, come on, Let’s go.” And everyone stuck close together.

“Okay, that was close.” “Too close.”

“Relax,” Steve stopped Robin and Dustin’s complaining, “Relax, no one saw…” His steps came to a halt and your jaw was metaphorically on the ground.

The room in front of you was filled with workers. Scientists, guards, drivers, and some people you can’t identify are dressed in red full-body suits. A female voice was speaking Russian on the intercom and you forgot you were in the open until you were almost spotted by an armed guard.

“Shit!” You yanked Steve with you to hide behind a red box, everyone tucked behind. “Jesus!” Steve muttered.

“Red Dawn.” Dustin referring to a movie that came out last year.

“I saw it.” And you just thought Erica meant the movie until she followed up with, "First floor, northwest.”

“Saw what?” Steve asked. “The comms room.” She sounded exasperated.

Steve scrunched his brows, “You saw the comms room? From here?” She nodded.

“Are you sure?” You couldn’t help questioning. You wouldn’t be able to tell which room was which. “Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.”

“That could be a hundred different things,” Dustin argued. You looked in the direction Erica said and squinted your eyes to see anything, you only saw a closed door and faint movement through the slender window.

“I’ll take those odds.” Robin firmly stated. You couldn’t help the sigh as you closed your eyes. This was crazy, this was crazy, this was crazy. “This is crazy.” A slip of your tongue.

“Well, would you rather be stuck out here or trying to get help?” Erica sassed. And you knew she was right, you still didn’t like the slim odds against the five of you.

“All right.” Steve whispered as he laid out the plan, “We’re going to move fast, we’re going to stay low. Okay?”

Steve went first then you followed, copying his actions and following his rules. One by one, like ducks in a row. You moved then stopped, and waited for people to pass before moving again to the nearest hiding spot. Just one more stop before the door you held your breath, not wanting to make a single sound before reaching safety. Eyes on the door and watching as a man in a lab coat leaves the room, door wide open and swinging closed.

“Let’s go.” Steve moved forward and caught the door just before it closed. He ushered everyone in before him. His back was to the room so it took him a second longer to realize that it wasn’t empty, a Russian guard was at the controls.

You pulled the kids behind you, arms out to the sides to block them. The guard just stared at everyone then moved his right hand towards his hip, his gun. You stiffened with your eyes widening. Robin moved forward and started shouting in Russian.

“Tread lightly! Tread lightly!” The man was confused, replying, but you didn’t understand him and Robin wasn’t planning on translating. “Silver cat… Silver cat.” She waved a hand behind her.

Everyone was tense. Eyes move everywhere from person to person or looking for something within the room as a weapon. You didn’t try to look at Steve, worried that might cause a bad reaction.

The guard shook his head, speaking more words that went in one ear and out the other. Robin turned to you with a worried look then back. She took another step closer, “China?” The man just scoffs and grabs his gun.

Steve’s yells fill the small room. He charges forward and shoves the man into the control counsel. With numb fingers, you tug Robin at the back of her shirt and closer to you. Your eyes watch as the man throws Steve off him and into a table and he groans from the impact. He throws a swing and Steve leaned back and avoids getting punched in the cheek, but he’s grabbed by his shirt and thrown into another table face first.

“Steve!” Your voice coming back to you. The guard grips the back of the Scoop's shirt, but Steve elbows him in the stomach. The guard stumbles away, allowing Steve to grab the walkie from the main counsel and throw it hand to hand before smacking the Russian in the face. He hits a table and then lands on the floor with a loud thud. 

You stare at the unconscious man before your eyes travel to Steve, who’s panting and running a hand through the front of his hair. Body moving on auto-pilot, your feet carry you towards Steve. Hands are shaky as they hold his biceps while you look over his face, warm brown eyes dart back and forth. You feel rather than see, Steve’s fingers curling into your belt loops and tugging you closer.

“Dude!” Dustin’s loud voice caused Steve to look his way, “You did it! You won a fight!” Steve looked to the floor and you saw the faint smile pulling his lips, “Jeez…”

“Please don’t do that again,” You couldn’t help the whisper. Steve’s brows furrowed at your words, “Well if I didn’t…” You stopped him with your hands on his cheeks, “No, I- I know. I just… I don’t want you getting hurt.” Thumb swiping over the apple of his cheek. His eyes and body melted just a touch, but now wasn’t the time to let his guard down. He only kissed your forehead and a reassuring smile before focusing back on the task at hand.

“You want to walk all the way back?” Erica’s loud shout made you step away from Steve reluctantly.

She and Dustin held a stand-off. “Well, we can hang out for a little bit, relax, have a picnic maybe.” And you can hear where Steve’s developing more of his sarcasm. Erica countered, “Have a picnic? We came here for a radio.”

“This plan is way better. If I knew Steve could knock out a Russian, that would’ve been our plan in the first place.”

“Steve is not fighting anymore Russians.” You stopped Dustin from potentially putting Steve in any harm. He just rolled his eyes and Erica scoffed, you were getting so tired of these kids and their growing attitude.

“Look I’m just saying-” “Guys.”

Robin’s voice stopped whatever Dustin was gonna say. She stood in a doorway that led to some stairs going up. “There’s something up there.” Pointing a finger over her shoulder.

You were the last one up the stairs and through the door. Steve closed it slowly and quietly behind you and when you turned to the room, you felt your blood run cold.

Slow, timid steps guided you to the glass openings in the wall. You leaned in, nose almost tapping the window as your glued eyes took in the sight before you. Steve stood behind you, his back pressed close and his face over your shoulder, while Dustin was on your left.

“Holy shit.” And holy shit was right.

A room of white button-ups and lab coats, people moving about or messing with buttons and dials. A glowing white light caused your eyes to squint, its noises were faint, but the walls rumbled with power. Whatever these Russians were doing, they were powering up a giant device that was pointed at the wall. It was causing a riff to open slowly, red and orange, and without having seen it before you know where this leads.

“The Upside Down,” was all you could whisper.

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[its-in-the-woods]

Chapter four, Life's Too Short

Chapter one , two, three <- if you missed it.

Cooper howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean

Post end of season 1

No beta.. I tried to edit 🫠

Ninety five percent written just tweaking

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

There will be canonically typical violence and eventually smut

There's lots of bl00d and g0re in this one

+18 only - MDN

Slow burn sorta kinda

Please be nice this my first fic in almost a decade 🫣

Will eventually post on AO3 once I can get access... or where suggested 🤷🏻‍♂�� Like please tell me I am old and don't know things anymore.

Lucy was running, her oversized boots felt like weights on her feet. The thing was huge and unnervingly fast. Cooper yelled and ran, which made everything worse. Cooper had never run, not with her anyway. A stream of curses had come out of his mouth as the great horned beast tore after them. They had been walking through a particularly rough patch of rocky desert when Dogmeat started to bark. How they hadn’t noticed until it was almost on top of them was shocking.

They had both felt it before seeing it, the heavy footsteps of the great beast shaking the pebbles around them. Her heart had started to pound in her ears. Adrenaline spiked as she tried to keep up with Coop's long legs. Dogmeat was well ahead of them running towards what looked like a small cave. 

“Get in the cave!” Cooper shouted as he slid to the side of the rocky outcrop, Turning around he leveled his shotgun at the beast firing two rounds into it. 

Lucy didn’t have to look back to know they had connected, the creature's howls of rage rang over the wasteland. It would surely draw a lot of unwanted attention. She slid as she came to the entrance of the small cave grabbing her weapon and she fired off a couple of rounds. The bullets bounced off its bony skin. 

“Aim for its underbelly,” Coop roared, backing up so that he was closer to her reloading faster than she could blink.

She did as she was told and hit just under its neck a stream of blood burst out as it continued to lumber towards them. Coop hit it in the groin and the thing screeched hesitating to step forward. Lucy took the chance and lobbed a grenade at it.

“Grenade” She screamed, grabbing the Ghoul by the back of his duster and dragging him down. 

There was a loud bang as the grenade hit the ground and exploded raining sand, rocks, and debris over them. The creature's howls cut off as it was blown back. The two companions scrambled back upright, Lucy aiming where it should have been standing.

The creature had been split up from its midsection legs splayed out in unnatural angles as whatever passed for guts covered the sandy floor. Lucy had somehow hit the creature right between its legs and split it in two. 

“Heck yah,” Lucy cried, pumping her fist in the air with a shout. She turned to see Coop slide down the wall, a bloody streak left behind. “Oh no,” 

A large chunk of bone stuck into Cooper’s right side. It had passed right through the front and was poking out the back. As thick as her fist and about as long as Lucy’s arm.

“Fuck.” Coop coughed, “That hurts.” 

Lucy felt her stomach drop, as the man looked back at her. His eyes unfocused and head bobbing back and forth.

“We got move, Lucy,” the Ghoul huffed, he tried to pick himself up but his right arm was hanging there like a limp noodle.

She immediately went around and helped the man up, and could feel his heart jamming away under her. This was not good. 

“There-” Cooper swallowed “There will be more.”

He was leaning heavily on her. The thought of more of those monsters coming after filled her with fear. She needed to try and move them as quickly as possible. 

“We can hide in the caves.” Lucy gasped out trying to steady herself under his weight.

“No. Leave me here.” He grunted, eyes rolling slightly as the pain pulsed. Blood had already started to stain his jacket. 

“I am not leaving you.” Lucy gritted out and started to haul him away. He was barely moving, but he was moving. 

“Fresh meat.” The man sputtered. 

Lucy could hear off in the distance the howls of another one of those creatures, followed shortly by a second and third. Her heart was hammering so hard in her ears that she could barely think. Looking around frantically she saw, in the distance, what looked like a concrete building. She hitched up the Ghoul slapping his face to get him moving. They were never gonna make it.

“Bluecap,” The Ghoul growled at her, stumbling and coughing. 

She opened the saddle bag ruffling through the extensive amount of meds and finding a blue capped auto dispensing needle. Pulling off the end she stabbed it directly into his thickly scared neck draining it swiftly. She felt his left hand clench as the drugs worked into his system. They began to move at a bit faster pace. The screeching seemingly moved at impossible speeds. The creatures had to be right behind them.  

Light caught her attention, between her heart and breath she hadn't heard them. Off to her left she saw the faint sight of a camp. 

“Fresh meat” She whispered, lowering Coop beneath an old hollow cactus. Glancing around she couldn’t see any of the creatures, yet the noise of them was close. She looked at dog meat. “Watch him.”

She grabbed the shotgun and machete kicking her heavy boots off as she took off towards the camp as quiet as a mouse.

They had camped up on a small ridge, there was little cover but Lucy had always been good at hiding. Moving quietly came second nature. Her toes burnt in the still-hot sand, but she barely noticed, one singular mission numbing any other feeling. One person stood facing towards the thundering sound of a storm moving in. Another crouched smothering out the flames of an old fire. Two others tended to the large beast attached to a wooden cart. A bag with a red cross on the front sat on the end of the cart.

Lucy crept slowly up behind the cactus, her eyes darting everywhere. 

A scream exploded from the person standing watch as Dogmeat ripped into his calf tearing away at the flesh. Just as soon as she had bitten the dog was gone. All the travelers turned to stare at the man as he screamed clutching his calf. 

Lucy took the opening, firing a shot at the one closest to her blowing open his hip. She pumped, reloaded, rolled, lined up, and hit the man closest to the wagon. Dogmeat flew in and latched herself onto the last traveler's face wrenching their neck around. It was chaos as Lucy darted in. She hit the man closest to her, chopping off his arm as he screamed.

A blast hit her back. She let out a yelp and slid behind the cart crawling underneath she swung her machete at the back of the other traveler’s knees. Blood spurted as she crawled back out. The man with the hip wound shot at her hitting her thighs. She turned and fired into his gut and his scream echoed into the night as he dropped the gun. Turning she cut the tack on the beast and slapped its backside it let out a long bellow as it took off into the night.

The screams would haunt her dreams but it didn't matter. Lucy grabbed the red cross bag, the clicking of glass reassuring her it would hopefully have what she needed. Needing to move quickly she ignored the men begging her to end their lives as she ran back to Cooper.

Cooper had slumped over his chest barely moving. She grabbed another blue vial and shot it into him. A croak of a gasp came out, his eyes opening barely pupils blown wide. She grabbed his good arm and helped him to his feet. He groaned as she bumped the wound. Grabbing their bags she handed the Dogmeat the cloth bag.

“Carry.” She stated and was surprised to see the dog grab it without hesitation. Looping ahead of them in easy bounds. Lucy gritted her teeth and made her body move. The bird shot in her back screaming as she held up her companion. Her suit was soaking in blood, the wound on her thigh making her vision go blurry. To add to the chaos a storm was moving and light was disappearing fast.

“Not letting your dumb self die because of me” 

The walk felt like it took hours, her whole body trembling with effort to keep the heavy man upright. Once at the door, she grabbed the handle trying to turn it. It was locked. A wretched sob cried out of her throat. Lucy's head pressed against the door. Prickle of the storm tingled over her.

“Of course. Of course, it's locked.” 

She dropped Cooper, his body limp against the sand. The idea of just laying down beside him darkened her thoughts. It be so easy to just lie down. Forget everything and just fade into the blackness around her. A crackle of thunder spurred her forward.

Screams in the not too far distance echoed across the valley. The beast had found ‘fresh meat’, her eyes barely making out the hulking forms as it tore into the travelers. She dug around into her bag and pulled out a nail file and bobby pin. The first couple of tries had her trembling hands breaking the nail file. Wiping snot and other fluids from her face she worked to calm herself. Even as the screams behind her turned to slurping-sucking noises.

A click. And the door opened. Lucy sobbed as Dogmeat bounced in looking back waiting for her. She chucked the bags into the dark. Crawling over she grabbed Cooper under his arms and dragged him inside. Closing and locking the door behind her.

It was completely black inside the building. Lucy fumbled for a flare, striking it to look at where they were. It looked like an old office rows of defunct dusty computers went on as far as she could see. While filing cabinets covered the wall. Several skeletons dotted the place, otherwise it was empty. Feeling somewhat safe she leaned the Ghoul against the wall. First, she needed to get the piece of shrapnel out of him. She tried to get his jacket off but it was stuck just as much as the bone lodged into him. Taking a few deep breaths she pushed him so his back was more or less turned to her.

“This gonna hurt,” she whispered into the dark. Grabbing a hold of the end of the bone she pulled back. A wet sucking sound made her stomach turn. It was hard to get a grip on the thing. Placing a foot on the Ghoul's back she grabbed it with both hands and pulled. A wet pop rang out and she tumbled onto her backside with the offending piece in her hands. She took a brief moment to celebrate which was immediately crushed by the amount of blood oozing from the hole. The flare flickered and she lit another, grabbing the meds out of the bag. Removing his duster vest and shirt so she could get a look at the large hole that passed right through him. She grabbed stim-packs, the blue-capped meds, and another vial she recognized as med-x. Flicking the caps off she jabbed all three near the hole. She was just grateful his thick skin didn't break the needles.

She counted out loud, “One, two, three, four,-” 

Ten seconds later, tears were flowing again. She took off her poncho balling it up to press against the wound, trying to stem the flow of ooze leaking out. 

“You're not dying on me.” She yelled at him grabbing a stimpack and two more vials she jabbed them in, counting down. But nothing, the hole was just as big and bleeding.

She rests his head against her chest quiet sobs leaving from her chapped lips. Her hands rubbed over his chest desperately hoping for a heartbeat. Ghouls were supposed to be hard to kill. Unless you took their head off they should heal. But here he was. Her Ghoul, still dripping blood. She rests her head against the concrete wall. Defeat made her eyelids heavy, everything smelt like the sour smell of blood. The pulsing pain of her wounds made it hard to even move. 

What was she going to do now? She was alone. No one was coming to save her. She looked over at her revolver, one shot at the temples and this nightmare would be gone. Lucy was so tired. So tired and so alone. Dogmeat came over and lay beside her whining and licking at her hand.

Chapter five

I am not sorry for the cliffhanger.. I promise it be worth it!

Yes I made up some meds, I know they are not canon behave thyself

promise the next chapter will be out tomorrow!

[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

Seven

Sheriff Hassan x Reader (Midnight Mass)

Summary: Hassan comes home to a saucy surprise.

Word count: 1,837

Warnings: MATURE 18+. Masturbation. Cockwarming and edging mix? I suppose? P in V. Creampie. Unprotected diddling (always use protection).

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It wasn't the first thing that Hassan expected to see when he walked through the door, but he'd be remiss to say he wasn't completely entranced from the moment he laid eyes on you, dropping his keys to the floor with a loud jingle. Given how his day had gone - too slow at first, then too much by the time he had to break up yet another public bout of bickering between Bev Keane and another beleaguered citizen of Crockett - he would say that not only was it a surprise, but an absolute goddamn gift to the grumpy sheriff.

His gaze shifts from the sly expression on your pretty face to the generously bare skin of your body; tits uncovered, nipples hard in the slight draft of the house, the soft swath of skin that is your tummy leading down to the thatch of hair that adorns your mouthwatering cunt, to the legs he's traveled up and down countless times with his soft lips. The only thing you wear is your confidence, bordering on arrogance as you step toward the living room, beckoning him forward with a crook of your pointer finger.

"Come on, big boy," you say, turning around.

Hassan can't help himself, staring at your plush backside for a moment before shedding his coat, dropping it on the floor as he follows your direction. The pressure in his groin builds as he watches your hips sway, each of your cheeks jiggling so perfectly with every step you take.

You stop before the couch, curling your fist into the front of his denim button-down.

"Strip," you demand.

Who is he to deny you? Especially when you greeted him at the door like that. At once, his fingers fumble at the top buttons, pulling the shirt off entirely without bothering with the rest. The white t-shirt he wears beneath it goes too, baring his hairy, heaving chest. With how his heart pounds, he's surprised he can't see it banging against his ribs in a bid for freedom. Then, like he couldn't do it quickly enough, he rips open his belt buckle, his jeans' button flying off into the middle of the room somewhere before his fly releases. He kicks off his shoes before nearly jumping out of his pants. It's barely a relief on his throbbing cock, that has the room to breath now, but only fills with that much more arousal instead.

"Sit," you instruct, pointing at the couch.

Hassan doesn't give it a second thought as he plants himself onto the cushion, awaiting your next instruction with obedience. His hand curls around his thick erection, pumping up and down until a bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip. At this rate, he's almost terrified that he'll come like a virgin teenager the moment he gets himself inside you.

"Hands off," you say, swatting his hand away.

"But-" he begins, the first word he's uttered since he got home, but you cut him off, wrapping your hand around his cock instead.

You lower yourself, one leg on either side of his lap; you nestle his cock between your soaking lips, gently grinding up and down along its underside.

"You don't get to come yet," you say, lips so close to his he can practically taste them. "You understand?"

Hassan nods, his brow furrowed in an even mix of frustration and ecstasy.

"Good," you murmur, finally pressing your lips against his.

He gasps into your mouth the moment you notch him into your heat, slowly swallowing every inch of his cock into your cunt. You settle on his lap, breasts lifting with a deep, even breath as you adjust around him.

"I want you to watch me," you tell him, darting your tongue over his lips before leaning back.

Your one hand steadies your body, grabbing hold of Hassan's knee, as your other finds its way down between your legs, fingers gliding over your clit.

"Oh, fuck," you sigh, your eyes fixing on his.

He can feel the pressure you apply to yourself from inside you, as he hopes and prays that you lose yourself enough to start grinding your hips. His desperation for movement grows the longer he stares, the longer he watches your tits gently bounce with your quickening breaths.

Still, you don't move your hips. You only quicken the pace on your clit, deepening the pressure. The sounds that spill past your lips are a true indication, as he well knows, of how close you are to your climax. And, he assumes, the closer you are to yours, the closer he is to his own.

"Fuck!" you shout seconds later as the silky walls of your pussy grip his cock, pulsating around him in an orgasm.

You slow down for a moment as he sits forward.

"Now," he states, grabbing your waist, intent on moving you up and down his needy erection, but you stop him.

"Hands off, I said," you tell him firmly, placing his hands down beside him. You pull back with a smile. "I want you to pick a number between one and ten, Hassan."

He looks at you, confused, as he says, "Seven?"

"Good. That's how many orgasms I need before you can come."

"No, no, no, no," he says. "I change my answer to one."

"Too late," you laugh, pushing him back by his shoulder until he's settled against the couch again. "Just watch, baby. Enjoy. Six more to go."

He knows it won't take long, but with his aching cock nestled inside you it's difficult to remember that. All he can think about is how you're using him, how your pretty pretty cunt hugs him tight.

You reach down though and begin your pleasure again.

He tries to breathe through it, to manage himself better as you play with your clit, but the closer you get to your second climax, the more he thinks about how you look just like that for him when he fucks you on his desk at the general store. He's almost whimpering by the time you come again.

Leading up to the third, your legs begin to tremble, and all he can think about is how you tremble for his mouth when he eats you out on this very couch. The thought of you wrapping your legs around his head tingles through his body and into his cock.

The moans spill from your mouth on your way to the fourth, unbridled and claiming all the airspace around the two of you. He's certain anyone could hear you as they walked by, and he's even more certain that that very fact only helps you get off.

He's reminded of the time on the ferry to the mainland as you build up to the fifth. The way you found a little tucked away spot where no one could see as he fucked you over the railing. Just remembering the way his cum soaked you panties all the way back to the island that day makes him yearn to see it pouring out of you now.

By the sixth, you're getting sloppier, sweat dripping down your supple skin. He looks down to where your bodies join, gritting his teeth at the sight of your arousal shining over the hairy base of his cock. He's certain, at this point, that he won't ever get a thrust in by the time he comes, anyway, almost resigning himself to the role of fuck-toy as your pussy grips him once more.

"Oh, fuck!" you nearly shout, your hand gripping his leg. "Fuck, Hassan. I - oh, god. Fucking hell."

Your body begins to go limp, and you slump forward against Hassan's broad chest, nuzzling your face into his neck.

"What are you doing, baby?" he says, a small bit of panic licking at his insides as he wraps his arms around you.

"I can't," you claim, your body shaking in his hold. "I can't do it."

He cradles your face in his hand, bringing it close to his before kissing you.

"Yes, you can," he insists.

"No," you whimper.

"Yes," he counters. "You remember our record?"

"Fourteen," you laugh. "You just want to show off about it now."

"Exactly," he laughs back. "You could take fourteen. This is just half that. Now, put those fingers on that pretty little clit, and give me one more."

You laugh, tightening around him and not helping the possible premature blowing of his load, but you do as he says; you press your fingers to your clit, your legs twitching with every pass. He keeps a hold on your face, gazing into your eyes.

"Go on, then," he says, "that's my baby. Come around this cock one more time."

"Ah, Hassan," you moan.

"That's it. That's right. One more and then I'm gonna fuck you hard. You have no idea what you've been doing to me all this time, baby. No idea how much I wanna fill you up with cum. God, I need to fuck you."

"Say it again," you implore, squirming on his lap.

"I need," he says slowly, staring into your eyes as if stripping your soul bare, "to fuck you. I need to come inside this pussy, I need to fill you up."

Your hand quickens, and Hassan can practically feel it; your cunt tightens up, like a spring waiting to be released, as your sordid whines rent the air. You're so close, so close...

"Come for me," he demands quietly, and you do; he gasps as your pussy bursts around him, your slick soaking his cock as you gasp.

Not a second later does Hassan have his arms around you, flipping you onto your back as he takes a knee on the side of the couch. His hands press your hips into the cushions as his hips enter into a rhythm seven orgasms in the making. He's using your body the same way you used his, seeking out his relief by pounding into you, desperate for his own release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he mutters way too quickly.

It's one, two, three more thrusts before he stills, his cock pumping his spend into you as he groans.

He lowers himself down, scooping you into his arms as he flips you one more time; he lays on his back, cock still sheathed in your warmth, as you lay on his stomach.

The moments that follow are silent as he gently strokes your arm, kissing the top of your head as you nestle once more against his chest.

"Baby?" he hears you say.

"Yeah?" he answers.

"That was hot," you giggle. "We should do that more often.

Hassan laughs, too. "Oh, if you tease me like that again, I swear, I'm out the door."

"You would never."

"Try me," he smiles, holding you just a smidge tighter. "That was evil."

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself."

Hassan pretends to think on it for a moment, an exaggerated "hmmm" vibrating through his chest.

"I mean... you're not wrong."

[strawberry-seob]

Make Me Yours ✩ ykh x kjs

🔥pairing: keeho x jongseob

🔥rating: 18+, !!!MDNI!!!

🔥 summary: keeho won't stop fucking around. jongseob can't admit that he wants him all to himself.

🔥warnings: toxic situationship, unhealthy relationship dynamic, minor violence (a single punch to the face), jongseob treats keeho like a cheater but he didn't technically cheat, minor injury, rough kissing, rough sex, hate sex, anal sex, anal fingering, top kim jongseob, bottom yoon keeho

🔥word count: 2.4k

🔥a/n: hi guys! sorry i've been gone so long, the twitter mob came for me and i had to deactivate my main and it's just been so much of a mess that i've had a hard time sitting down and writing much. but this was one piece i was able to finish and polish after it sat in my drafts for a while. it's been written in collaboration with my bff leepace <3 we threw the first part of this together during a game of frantic fanfic and i cleaned it up and wrote the rest of it! they also wrote one with the same exact process, so please check out their works to read theirs (it's also a keeseob hatefuck fic!!)

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"You fucking dick ," Jongseob spat, glaring at Keeho through his overgrown bangs. Keeho didn't respond, just smiled back, his eyes sly, calculating, sizing up the younger man. The air in Jongseob’s bedroom was stiflingly hot, the afternoon sun beating through the windows and coating everything in an angry orange glow.

"What, nothing to say for yourself? That’s a first," Jongseob said, a hint of hurt behind his eyes. Keeho's expression faltered just for a moment, then snapped back to his usual arrogant smirk.

"What do you want me to do, apologize for sleeping with Intak? You and I never agreed to be exclusive. You knew that, going into this."

Jongseob stepped back, as if Keeho's words had physically pushed him. He knew Keeho was right, and yet when his thoughts drifted to picturing the older man with someone else, Jongseob's vision blurred with rage. He didn't care if they weren’t exclusive. He wanted Keeho all to himself. 

"I know we never agreed to anything,” Jongseob mumbled sullenly, “but I do want you to apologize."

Keeho scoffed, clearly holding back laughter. " Apologize? For what? If you were so obsessed with me, you should have just told me. It's not my fault you're such a baby and still can't express your feelings like an adult. Just like always.”

crack!

Jongseob's fist flew before he realized what he was doing, and within a split second, it was connecting with the left side of Keeho's face, nearly knocking the man completely off balance. 

He knew he should apologize, knew that Keeho could call the cops right then and there and get him arrested for assault, but instead, Keeho just hissed, clutching his cheek, and looked back at him with a wicked grin. 

"See, now that's what I'm talking about, pretty boy."

"I told you to stop calling me that," Jongseob growled.

It was like Keeho didn't hear him, not even slightly phased by his angry pleas. It had always been like this. Jongseob never seemed to learn.

"But I thought you knew I like it when you toss me around," Keeho said, quieter now, his voice just above a whisper.

Gritting his teeth, Jongseob couldn't keep the blood from rushing towards his groin when Keeho spoke to him like this. And it didn't help when Keeho came closer to him to take one of his hands into his own, placing Jongseob's hand on top of where he had struck him moments earlier.

"Listen kid, I actually am sorry for hurting you. I know you probably don't believe it, but that wasn't my intention," Keeho said, his voice surprisingly softer than before.

Jongseob scowled, but maintained eye contact with Keeho, not moving his hand from where Keeho had placed it on his cheek. 

Keeho looked at Jongseob's lips, then back up to his eyes, still full of pent-up rage that was begging to be released.

"Let me make it up to you?" Keeho asked, dropping Jongseob's hand. 

But Jongseob crossed his arms and frowned, eyes leaving Keeho’s to stare at the cluttered floor. "No. I think we're done. I'm tired of this,” he said, voice shaky with anger. “I'm tired of you not being mine." 

Jongseob's eyes widened with panic as shame washed over him, mixing him with the overwhelming heat to render him a sweaty mess.

"I mean. That's not what I--" 

"Yours?" Keeho asked seductively. "You want me all to yourself, huh?"

Jongseob rolled his eyes and sighed loudly in defeat. "Yes, you fucking idiot! God, why are you so dense?"

Keeho ignored the younger man's scolding and leaned in further, looking slightly down into his eyes. "Alright. Make me yours, then."

Darkness flashed in Jongseob’s eyes for just a split second before he reached out to grab the fabric of Keeho’s shirt, yanking him towards himself and into a kiss, as he forced Keeho’s mouth open with a hunger that was both indelicate and angry. Despite the fact that Keeho was taller and stronger than Jongseob, he gave in to Jongseob’s rage, allowing his mouth to be ruined by the messy kiss, the younger’s sharp fang poking into the soft flesh of Keeho’s bottom lip.

Jongseob shoved Keeho away suddenly, looking like he’d just been in a trance, and Keeho caught a glimpse of desperate vulnerability on his face before it turned back to the scowl from before.

“ Fuck you ,” Jongseob hissed, voice dripping with resentment. He ran an exasperated hand through his messy blonde hair, which was slightly damp with sweat. “Fuck you, and fuck this. I’m not falling for this bullshit again.”

Keeho scoffed, unable to stifle bitter laughter. “Falling for what ? Like I said, if you want to be exclusive, all you have to do is say so.”

Jongseob stomped towards Keeho, even though the only reason Keeho was steps away from him was because Jongseob had shoved him backwards.

“What I want, ” Jongseob began, pointing a finger sharply against Keeho’s chest, his voice shaking, “...is for you to stop being such a fucking whore.”

Keeho bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, because something in him relished the ability to get Jongseob so riled up like this. He could feel himself getting hard in his pants, his ability to think clearly slipping away with each passing moment. He put a hand on his hip and cocked his head to the side, his gaze piercing into Jongseob.

“Make me,” Keeho said with an obnoxious smirk.

And that was all it took for the tension built up inside of Jongseob to snap, overflowing with anger, resentment, and lust as he grabbed Keeho’s collar and yanked him into another painful kiss, all teeth and tongue and imprecision, before shoving him away and starting to undo the older man’s belt buckle. 

The clank of Keeho’s belt hitting the floor was nearly muffled by the heat of the sweltering room. Jongseob’s heartbeat rang in his ears as he unbuttoned Keeho’s pants, jerked them down his hips along with his boxers, and spun him around before shoving him forward onto the bed. 

Keeho laughed as his face hit the wrinkled sheets of Jongseob’s bed, the comforter all tangled and messy, shoved off to the side unceremoniously. “That’s more like it,” Keeho teased, before yelping at the sharp blow from Jongseob’s open palm to his ass. 

“Shut it,” Jongseob said through gritted teeth as he pulled himself out of his baggy jeans and began to stroke himself hurriedly. “Get yourself ready. Hurry up,” Jongseob ordered as Keeho spit on his hand and reached back obediently to open himself up, his fingers rushed and sloppy. 

In no time, Keeho was a whimpering mess, asshole swallowing three of his fingers as Jongseob stroked his own cock with one hand and palmed at Keeho’s ass with the other, selfishly enjoying the view. 

Keeho had scarcely pulled his fingers out of himself before he heard Jongseob tear open a condom wrapper. The younger man let out a quiet grunt as he stroked a mess of lube onto himself and pressed the throbbing head of his cock against Keeho’s hole. He took a breath before pushing his hips forward and sighed loudly as the head popped past Keeho’s entrance and began to slide in. 

Jongseob sunk into Keeho’s heat inch by inch before his hips met the soft flesh of Keeho’s ass. He held onto Keeho’s hips for leverage as he waited. As angry as Jongseob was, he still didn’t want to hurt Keeho. Not like this, at least. 

And so he remained there as motionless as possible, the tender skin of his hips starting to stick to Keeho’s, the damp hair itchy on the back of his neck, with nothing but the sound of their labored breathing filling the room. That, and low buzz of traffic outside.

Keeho cleared his voice, and before he even said anything, before he even needed to say anything, Jongseob was pulling back and slamming into him with enough force to nearly knock Keeho’s arms off balance. He braced himself as Jongseob quickened his pace, his hips aching with the pressure of the man’s fingertips pressing into him for leverage. 

Keeho started to whine from the brutal pace that Jongseob had set, the sensation simultaneously heavenly and entirely overwhelming. Suddenly, the back of his head stung and it took him a split second before he realized that Jongseob had a fistful of his dark hair, roughly pulling his head upwards and backwards. Keeho couldn’t help crying out, the pain mingling with pleasure.

“You’re such… a fucking… slut,” Jongseob growled in between thrusts, his voice punctuated by the loud, angry slap of his hips against Keeho’s ass.

“Yeah,” Keeho responded, voice strained with effort and pain, “you like it, though.”

“Shut up, god,” Jongseob replied, voice low and strained as he let go of Keeho’s hair to shove a couple fingers in Keeho’s mouth. Keeho nearly choked at the awkward angle, sucking the younger’s fingers, wondering briefly when the last time was that he’d washed his hands. 

After several seconds, Jongseob removed his fingers and went back to his desperate effort to fuck the brattiness out of Keeho. Little did he know how hopeless it would be.

Mid thrust, as Jongseob pulled back, Keeho timed his movements perfectly so that he jutted his hips forward, Jongseob’s dick coming out of his ass entirely as he made a confused noise and stumbled forward against Keeho.

Keeho flipped around onto his back and manhandled Jongseob onto himself, reaching down to line Jongseob’s dick up against his ass again and start guiding him back inside. 

“Hngh–what are you–” Jongseob complained as he slid back into Keeho with an exasperated sigh. Keeho pulled his own shirt over his head before reaching for Jongseob’s hem and helping him off with his, too. 

Perfect, Keeho thought, trying to make eye contact despite Jongseob’s obvious avoidance. Right where I want you . Naked, vulnerable, wide open. 

Keeho knew that Jongseob couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Not like this.

Jongseob hooked his arms under each of Keeho’s legs to gain better access and went back to work, his pace much less punishing at this angle, each thrust eliciting a breathy moan from the older man. He couldn’t help but eventually look down at Keeho’s face, and as much as he hated it, the sight took his breath away. Keeho’s lids were heavy as he looked up at Jongseob, and his bangs were glued to his forehead in a sweaty mess. His cheeks were flushed, lips slightly parted, and he could nearly see the lust surging through Jongseob’s body. 

Jongseob hated how helpless he was against Keeho, and the way he never got the last word in, even when he knew he was right. Hated the constant attitude, the gaslighting, and the fact that despite it all, Jongseob kept coming back. Every single time.

A swollen bruise had begun to bloom on Keeho’s flushed cheek, with angry shades of red and light purple, and Jongseob released one of Keeho’s legs to touch it with his thumb, cradling Keeho’s face. He pressed on it lightly, and Keeho winced, sucking air through his teeth with a scowl. 

“I’m– ahh! -- sorry. I’m sorry,” Keeho said breathlessly, and Jongseob quickened his pace and leaned down to bury his face in the crook of Keeho’s neck.

“Don’t,” Jongseob replied, voice muffled against Keeho’s sweaty skin.

“If–you want me,” Keeho said, “then I’m yours.”

Jongseob brought his face up to look at Keeho’s, his eyes stinging with angry, unshed tears that he didn’t dare allow to fall. He searched Keeho’s face and kicked himself inwardly for the way he felt his resolve slipping. 

“I told you, I’m done with your shit,” Jongseob responded, anger burning in his chest and pleasure coursing through his dick as he continued fucking Keeho, the emotions mingling so chaotically that he could barely see straight.

Keeho didn’t respond, just grabbed the back of Jongseob’s head and pulled him into a kiss that was different from the ones they’d had just minutes before. Jongseob’s mouth was more pliant this time, licking into Keeho’s mouth immediately. And even though he fought for dominance in the kiss, there was something more to it. Something subtle and unnameable. 

Keeho felt Jongseob’s breathing speed up, felt him let out small moans against his mouth and he knew he had to be close. So Keeho pulled away from the kiss to suck marks into Jongseob’s neck, biting and sucking against the sensitive skin until Jongseob came with a strangled moan. And as Jongseob pulled out and immediately walked to the bathroom to clean himself up, Keeho jerked himself off unceremoniously for several seconds more before coming all over his own stomach. 

Jongseob came out of the bathroom and pitched a rag at Keeho. It landed right on his stomach in the sticky mess, and Keeho laughed quietly as he wiped himself up. 

“The fuck are you laughing at?” Jongseob asked, his voice bitter and angry yet again.

“Nothing,” Keeho responded quietly, clearly holding back.

Unspoken words hung heavy in the thick, hot air as they both put their sweaty clothes back on. 

Keeho sat on the edge of Jongseob’s bed and stared up at him. Jongseob simply leaned against the wall and scrolled on his phone, looking distracted and bored, but Keeho knew he was anything but.

Keeho stood up and walked over to Jongseob, positioning himself so that they were standing face to face. Jongseob sighed and stuffed his phone back in his pocket, crossed his arms, and finally looked up at Keeho. Keeho noted the way Jongseob chewed on his lower lip. He only ever did that when he was nervous. 

Keeho placed his hands gingerly on Jongseob’s hips, and rubbed his sides lightly before bringing a hand up to Jongseob’s hair and beginning to tuck a lock behind his ear but Jongseob swatted his hand away. 

“You can go, now,” Jongseob said, voice monotone. Keeho rolled his eyes and scoffed, smiling wickedly. “Jongseob, come on–”

“I want you to leave,” Jongseob interrupted, voice wavering and Keeho swore he saw wetness in the corners of his eyes.

“Okay, fine, fine,” Keeho replied, holding his hands up in surrender, “I’ll go.”

And so he did. 

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A week passed. Two weeks. Then three, and as Keeho laid in bed, face lit up by his phone screen, a notification from a familiar name caught his eye.

Jongseob: hey, u up?

Keeho smiled, shot back a response, and rolled out of bed to put on his jacket and start heading towards the door.

And that night, as Jongseob fucked him under the covers, Keeho got another chance to apologize to him again and again.

[neteyamsullysgf]

Matched up.

Neteyam x Metkayina fem reader

warnings- arranged marriage (sort of forced at first), parents yelling at reader, mention of war violence and death.

After the war on the Metkayinan ocean the sky people where all dead that attacked us. I turned 18 a few weeks after the battle. But war is not over and tensions are high against the sully family. My people (the Metkayinan people) are constantly arguing about the sully family. If they are responsible for the war, if they should stay or leave. So my mother and the sully parents offered me two options.

“Y/n!” My mother Ronal calls as I am walking on the cool sand as eclipse starts. “Yes?” I ask confused as I walk towards her in the family hut to see my father Tonowari and Jake and Neytiri. I walk in slowly confused because the last thing my mother would do is spend time with the sully family especially since the hate and racism against the sully family. “yes mother?” I ask looking down at the floor of my family’s hut. “Y/n L/n… I see you” Jake and Neytiri say in sink. “I see you too” I say as I bow down as I look at Jake and Neytiri. “My daughter… listen to my words” tonowari says. I am still confused but I nod my head. “We cannot have our own people fighting with the sully family when the sky people are hunting us down.” My father says slowly looking at my reactions. “I agree but why am I here?” I ask looking at my mother as well. “we prepose you and Jake and Neytiris oldest son…” Ronal says as she reads the room.

“wh- what?” I ask stuttering through my words in shock. Neytiri looks at my parents in disbelief and disgust with her eyebrows pushed together in anger. “he will do it for the tribe” Jake says strongly as Neytiri whips her head to look at Jake. Neytiri grabs jakes arm as she says “ma Jake… this is up to neteyam and y/n”. “It’s for the clans Neytiri.” Jake says clenching his jaw. Neytiri sighs as she walks out of my family’s hut. “I’m sorry for my matés behavior” Jake says looking at my parents. My father just nods his head slowly in forgiveness,

“Y/n just think about it” my father says to me as I stare into his eyes as my eyes water. I nodd my head as I walk into my room shared with Amoung. Surprisingly he’s home and not terrorizing the “weird kids”. Amoung look up at me to see me crying. “what happened?” Amoung asks as he quickly jumps up from his cot. “mom and dad set me up to mate with neteyam” I say crying hysterically. Amoungs face changes as he clenches his fists. “fucking neteyam set it up huh?” he says as he starts walking towards the exit of the hut. I grab his arm as i try to stop him. “I’ll take care of him y/n” Amoung says as he pulls his arm forward making me loss my grip on his hand. “no!” I sobbed as I see him start to run towards the sullys tent.

My father and mother look at me disappointed as jake starts jogging after Amoung. “What did you do now my daughter!” my father asks sternly. As I ignore his words as I look in his eyes for a moment as I quickly run behind Jake and Amoung pretty far ahead of me. I hear my father yell “stay back dear. For the baby.”

I see Amoung get into the sullys hut as I sprint faster to him. I start losing my breath though running and crying so hard a few minutes ago. I hear bangs and clay pots being shattered in a struggle as I make it to the hut right after Jake sully. I see Amoung on top of neteyam beating neteyam down on the hut floor. I rush over as I try to push Amoung off Amoung raise his hand up to me in a fist getting ready to punch as neteyam kicks him in the groin as amoungs hand falls down with the same of the rest of his body.

Flash backs flooding my mind as I scoot back my body still sitting on the floor as I push with my feet getting away from the violence. Memory’s of when a soldier kept me hostage with Loak and Tuk with a gun to my head. When Loaks sea brother smashes his sea body on the war boat the restraints  are cut by Loak. Soldier comes up to me as she starts to draw her gun as I hit it out of her hands in the water. She pulls her knife as I do the same. She starts to attack as I quickly jump behind her as I wrap my legs around her neck as I cut her throat with one swipe. Her body starts to fall slowly as I fall off her as blood is left on my legs and hands. The first time I killed anything but an animal.

I quickly turn my head as I look over to hear “y/n! Let’s go!” Loak calls as he is about to escape the sinking ship as a gun man approaches and is getting ready to shoot as neteyam pushes Loak in the water as gun shots go off.

Neteyam was hit straight to the Chest. Not where he was actually shot on the left shoulder. Barely missing his vital organs. The ptsd changed the outcome of the flashbacks.

“Y/n… shh it’s okay. It’s just your memorys.” Neteyam says quietly as you snap back to reality as you scream frantically looking around to see jake sully and my father scolding and screaming at Amoung outside of the hut. “Look what you did to your sister and her future mate!” father yells.

The panic attack worsened after I heard the scolding. I knew Amoung didn’t mean to. He paused as he saw my face.

“no no!” I scream as I start rocking my body back and forth trying to soothe myself from the flashbacks. “shh it’s okay” neteyam says as he quickly moves his body to hold you in his arms. My breathing slows as I feel comforted by his touch. I slowly start to nudge myself closer to him. Neteyam wraps his hands over my waist as he pulls me into his lap. I follow his direction as I sit the closest possible to him. I bring my head to rest in the crook of his neck.

My breath starts to go back to normal as neteyam glides his finger tips through my hair soothing me. My body pressed against his as I feel his heart beat pounding. “did you get a flash back too?” I whisper to neteyam still with my head down on his neck with tears every once and awhile falling onto his chest. “no” Neteyam whispers back as he runs his fingers through my lose curly hair. “what happened then.” I ask quietly as I put my hand over his chest. “your heart is fast neteyam” I whisper as I pull my head out of the crook of his neck. We look at each other as his hand reaches up to my face as he holds my face as he whips away my tears from my cheeks. “I was scared for you y/n” neteyam says as one of his own tears runs down his face. “no don’t. Don’t cry” I say as a tear slips down my face as I smile slightly.

“can I um. Can I tell you something y/n” neteyam asks in a whisper. “yea of course neteyam” I say as I whip away his tear. “iv liked you ever since you healed and took care of me for weeks after I was shot y/n” neteyam says as he search’s my eyes for an answer. I see the anxiety in his eyes as he begins to talk faster as he struggles through his words. “I didn’t want to set up the mating y/n. I just want you for you. Not for the clans.” Neteyam says out of breath. “Do- do you feel the same for me?” He asks anxiously.

I bring my arm to where neteyam was shot his left shoulder. I rub my thumb slowly aross the scarred gun shot. “of course. I want to be yours. I don’t think I’ve ever released how much I love you till now neteyam.” I say with a smile as neteyam wraps his hands around my waist as he brings me even closer to his body as our lips meet. He kisses me softly and lovingly. Not like the boys who just wanted to mate with me for the status of being the next leader. We brake the kiss in the need for air as we gulp for air as i kiss his scar over and over. “my memory’s where about when you where shot. But this time you where shot in the heart neteyam” I say in between kisses. “shh it’s okay. I’m here, I’m never leaving you y/n”

A/N: First EVER post. Hopefully you guys like it and hopefully someone actually sees this. also let me know if I forgot any warnings and feel free to send recommendations for stories or writing or whatever!

[bbyquokka]

4:30 pm (lmh)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lee minho x fem reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, consensual somno, penetration (p in v), oral sex (f rec), clit stimulation, messy pussy eating, pussy drunk minho, spit play, grinding, squirting–if i missed any lmk!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1.2k ~ (1,265)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | the ending is kinda cringe but i didn't know how to end it! osabddjab! also, hugeee ty to @bintificreads for helping me with the warnings (and for the reassurance!)

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the mattress dips behind you. the bed frame squeaking a little due to the sudden weight. the scent of heavy aftershave hitting your nostrils as an attempt to cover up the smell of sweat but it’s a scent you know all too well.

“are you sleeping?” his breath fans against your cheek gently, the tips of his hair tickling your cheeks. you hum a little as a response before nuzzling in the pillow.

it's been a rough day for him and all he needs is something (or someone) to take his stress out on to so when he sees that silver necklace hanging around your neck that gives him consent, does he feel his cock twitch and excitement start to bubble in his stomach.

he swallows a little as he scans your body. his hands curled up into fists from the surging feeling of excitement. you're curled up in a ball, hand under your pillow, duvet covering half your body and showing off that flesh he so badly wants to taint with love bites and cum. 

“you're so pretty..” he whispers. you feel his soft and plump lips kissing your neck, suckling and biting gently before trailing up to your ear. he kisses and blows on the shell, causing you to shiver and groan softly. 

“i'm sorry, pretty. i just need a few minutes, i promise.” he pulls the duvet off you, satisfied to see you in flimsy panties. you feel the weight shift from behind to below you, your legs being slowly opened. his fingers sinking into your inner thighs, tongue licking his lips hungrily as he comes face to face with your core.

he glances up at you before taking a deep breath in and shakily letting it out. he leans in to kiss and mark your inner thighs, lips trailing closer and closer to your groin. you shuffle a little, humming softly before reaching down and itching your inner thigh from where his hair has tickled.

he lets out a soft laugh before trailing his fingertips up and down your folds through your panties. he applies a little bit more pressure on your clit, your body stirring as he slowly rubs your clit. pleasure starts to slowly spread throughout your body, traveling up your arms and legs only to be met in the pit of your stomach.

your lips part a little, allowing you to let out shaky and small breaths. minho traps his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you. he rubs and teases your clit and entrance whilst watching you squirm and pant a little.

he slides your panties to the side. his breath hitching in his throat at the sight and scent of you. he's missed this, missed you and now you're all his for the taking. he closes his eyes briefly to allow himself a few minutes to calm down before pressing the pad of his finger against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

your chest rises fast as minho teases your clit. he rubs in circles and side to side, occasionally dipping his fingers into your entrance to gather some of your wetness to use as lubricant.

“m-minho..” you moan out softly. he presses his lips together in a thin line, his penis now straining against his sweatpants. he pushes his bangs away from his eyes before rubbing up and down your puffy folds with two fingers, coating the skin and his fingers thoroughly in your wetness.

“you have such a pretty cunt yn.” he mumbles to himself, eyes fixated on the way your entrance throbs. “it's to be expected though. you are pretty through and through. makes me want to taint you so badly..”

he glances up at you for a brief second. convinced that you're still somewhat asleep, he grabs the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs. discarding them on the floor, he shuffles closer to your core.

“so perfect, so pretty and it's all mine.” he hooks your legs over his arms, hands on top of your thighs to squeeze the soft and plump flesh. he flicks his tongue out, flicking your clit with the very tip. 

you groan, back arching up off the bed at the feeling. minho's eyes flutter close as he presses his tongue against your clit and swipes, giving it slow and long licks. he nibbles and sucks on the bud, teeth and tongue grazing over it delicately as his fingers sink into your flesh.

so caught up in the sensation, he doesn't notice you waking up. only when he hears his name does he glance up does he realise.

“you're awake.” he says for a brief second before his tongue is back on your clit, lapping away at it.

“yea–fuck!” you groan. you reach down and bury your fingers in his hair. you feel his tongue lick between your puffy folds before diving into your entrance. he laps at your juices, humming and rutting against the mattress as your taste and scent overpowers his senses.

he pulls away for a split second to gather some spit in his mouth. he spits on your pussy before rubbing your clit side to side at a fast pace. you tug on his roots, the pleasure overwhelming you at a fast rate.

he buries his face deep between your legs as he messily eats you out. spit and juices coat his lips and chin. his nose bumping against your clit. you grind on his face slowly, bruises slowly forming on your thighs from his tight grip. teeth nibbling on your clit. he occasionally pulls away to kiss and mark your inner thighs before the need to be attached to your pussy overwhelming him.

“love this pussy. want more of it. fuck, i want more!” minho shakily moans. the lust overpowering him, making him shake and babble. he goes several minutes without breath just to eat your cunt, purposely depriving himself of oxygen. his tongue diving in and out of your entrance, nose and fingers rubbing your sensitive clit.

his mind slowly clouding over. scenes heightening due to your taste, sound and smell. 

your legs threaten to close around his head, which they do, trapping him in between your legs. within a matter of minutes, however, your legs are forced back open. minho's lustful eyes gazing at you, his bangs covering them just slightly.

“minho.. so much. i might end up cumming if you carry on.” you pant heavily. the burning knot in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“do it. cum on my face. give me everything, yn. i want it.” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut. you shake, orgasm fast approaching and which one final swipe of the tongue, your orgasm hits. 

your thighs shake as your juices coat minho's face. he pulls away briefly to watch you squirt out onto the sheets. he licks his lips as your pussy throbs and pulsates, minho licking his lips before diving back between your legs and licking the juices off your skin and entrance.

“m-min! b-baby!” you gently push him away due to oversensitivity. he allows it but only because he kneels up between your legs, pulls his sweatpants down and grabs your thighs, pulling you down and closer to him.

he grabs the base of his dick, rubbing your entrance with the tip before penetrating you. he groans at the warmth and wetness, but most of all; the tightness.

“you're going to be good for me and milk me dry, yeah?” he instructs. “i'm going to breed, taint and corrupt you.”

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[delaber]

The Massage (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Despite the ache in his thigh, Bucky has been avoiding the new massage therapist for quite some time now.

Note: Okay, so due to an unnecessarily hot gif (and I mean unnecessarily hot), the original post with this story was unfortunately put in tumblr jail last night. This is a repost of that story. Please help me by spreading this fic even if you've already reblogged the original. I'd appreciate it immensely ❤️

Warnings: Smut, smut, and purely smut - with a plot! Pining, teasing, edging, Bucky is highly stimulated from his massage. Slight age kink and with a fluffy ending.

Words: 6.1K

For five months, Bucky has avoided coming here like the plague. He has made up excuses, hid in his bedroom, tried ordering all sorts of remedies online, and has even resorted to massaging the aching thigh himself, but of course Sam - the rat - had eventually had enough of his moaning and complaining, and had told on Bucky first chance he got.

Bucky knows that his annoyance towards Sam is uncalled for - that his thigh has become a nuisance, a reliability that is keeping him from performing as well in the field as he used to, but even though he has long since realised that the strain in the muscle will feel a lot better after just a few rounds of professional massage, he's still been praying every night for it to go away on its own just to avoid finding himself in exactly the situation he's in now: visiting the in-house massage therapist who also happens to have his heart beating a little faster every time she smiles at him. You.

He knows there's no way out, that he eventually has to knock on the door in front of him and step inside your office, but his heart is racing like crazy in his chest and the jump from the window right next to him might not result in a particularly comfortable landing but it will definitely be more comfortable than the hell he surely will release upon himself when he feels your touch. It's a professional setting and the things he wants to do to you are fucking far from professional! He shouldn't even be having these thoughts; you're friends - colleagues even - and he's so much older than you. It's... creepy.

"It's just an hour, it's just an hour," he closes his eyes and breathes hard, hopes it's enough to calm himself down and forget about all the wonderful self-relief sessions he's had with you painted on the back of his eyelids. "- you can behave yourself for one hour..." he sighs and reluctantly releases the tense muscles of his right arm so the closed fist falls forwards and hits the door in front of him with a bang much louder than intended.

For a second, everything goes quiet.

He hopes it's because you have forgotten all about the appointment Sam fixed between you a few days prior, but then he hears shuffling on the other side of the wall, and it doesn't take long before the door with your name written on it swings open and reveals your bright smile that immediately warms up his abdomen.

"Bucky!" you exclaim happily and make room for him in the doorway, "come on in!"

"Thanks..." he mumbles more grumpily than intended and steps inside the dimly lit room that smells like flowers, warm citrus and that massage oil that has made your fingers more softer-looking than anything he's ever set his eyes on before. It's a setup for failure.

"I'm so happy you're here! I was wondering when you'd finally stop by," you chirp happily from behind him and even though he can hear the question in your voice, he's not about to answer why he hasn't sought your help sooner. "Sam tells me you pulled a muscle in your groin a couple of months back."

"Yeah," he clears his throat and avoids looking you directly in the eye, "it's no big deal, it'll heal..."

"I kinda figured you'd say something like that," you happily tilt your head to the side and search his face, "why don't you strip down to your underwear and I'll take a look at what I can do to help you."

Oh doll, you can do so much to help me! He clears his throat and bites back the unwelcome thought as he quickly pulls off his shirt and jeans.

"Okay, so tell me," you smile at him when he sits down on the massage bed and spreads his legs out to the sides so you have easier access to the affected area. "- exactly where is the pain located?"

Ready to get this whole ordeal done and over with, he quickly points to the area on his inner thigh that feels as if someone's plunging a knife deep into the tissue every time he takes a step forwards. "Right here - but it's really not a big deal. You don't have to do this."

"It's my job," you chuckle sweetly before you direct your gaze down to the area surrounding his groin.

Immediately, Bucky can feel his face grow hot as your beautiful eyes visually inspect the skin right below the hem of his boxer shorts, and he has to keep himself from instinctively closing his legs shut in silent embarrassment.

"Hmm, you do look a bit tense..." you scrunch up your nose in concentration and the warmth in his stomach deepens. You're way too cute for your own good. " - I think I'd like to start off by loosing up the muscles around your hipbone. Could you turn around and lie down on your stomach please?" you ask and look up into his eyes with a cute little gaze. He's never had you this up close before and it's definitely doing something bad to him.

"Yep," he croaks and immediately turns around so his burning face meets the hole in the mattress below him.

He can hear you squeeze out a gentle amount of massage oil from a tube next to the bed and you heat it up by rubbing it between your hands while he with closed fists and hypervigilant senses braces himself for the inevitable touch.

"Alright, Barnes. I'm gonna start touching you gently now," you say in a soft, professional tone and he cannot help but squeeze his eyes shut. "- don't worry, it'll feel good."

"Yeah," he clears his throat and desperately focuses on his jumping nerves to try and get them under control. Your words of comfort are not exactly reassuring when 'feeling good' is exactly what he's worried about...

"Here we go," you conclude in a quiet sing-song voice right before you gently put your hands on his upper thigh and start running your fingers over the tight bundle of painful muscles. It hurts at first but after just a few seconds of your fingers on his skin, he can feel the tightness slowly disappearing.

Professionally, you massage the aching tissue deeper and deeper, and Bucky feels how his jaw slowly eases up in time with the tension of his thigh. Your fingers are dancing over his lower half, squeezing the tight muscles and caressing his skin, and it doesn't take long before your warm fingers and the citrus in the air send his protective parades crumbling. Suddenly, his thigh doesn't really hurt anymore and he's so relaxed that he let's go of the tension in his shoulders too and his eyes automatically close shut without warning. A slow song is playing soothingly from somewhere in the room and while your fingers are working magic on his tissue, he feels himself disappear into it.

Your hands are slowly moving from the middle of his leg to the area right underneath the hem of his boxers, and your oily fingers suddenly slip down to his inner thigh where they warmly start kneading the skin.

You move his leg a little out to the side and briefly press in on a point near his crotch that has him soaring! Sweetheart, it feels so good, he almost groans and melts into the mattress when he suddenly feels a stray finger touch an even more sensitive area on his already burning skin. Ah fuck! He has to stop himself from whimpering as your warm palms soothe his sore muscles while the soft pad from your stray finger gently rubs and touches the sensitive spot on his gracilis muscle right where it attaches to the back of his pelvis. Shit, he feels amazing! He just wants your soft, oily hands to stay on him forever! Just wants them to rub and tug and slip further and further down between his thighs until they eventually slip inside his boxers and feel the warm, pulsing area where he really wants your touch! And if he's lucky, you might just ask him to flip around onto his back so you can climb on top of him in your cute little uniform and pull back the skin at the tip of his cock with your hands. Or your mouth. Or your glistening, tight, wet pussy. Fuck!

He hisses.

Involuntarily, and because he's so relaxed, he's accidentally managed to excite himself a little too much and now there's nothing he can do to stop it! He wants to - but oh God he can't! So when he feels the blood rush from his stomach and down to the only region he does not want it right now, he can only lie there and panic in silence.

He feels himself grow hard in time with his blurring vision and he wants to tell you to stop your motions, to let go of him and leave the room pronto, but how the hell is he supposed to do that without giving himself and his treacherous dick away? You can never know the effect you have on him! You're so sweet, and so young and innocent, and he's almost fucking forty! Fuck, he's sweating like crazy!

Blissfully unaware of the inner battle going on inside Bucky's head, you keep massaging his thigh heavenly, and even though he tries so hard to think of something else - anything else! - he can only think of the soft touch you're providing... Your hands are so warm and so oily and he's growing harder and harder by the second while your innocent fingers dance only mere inches away from his not so innocent erection.

Fuck, fuck, fuck what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

"Barnes, are you okay?" You ask him gently and slow down your movements so your hands almost come to a halt when you feel him tensing up, "- do you want me to ease up a little?"

"No, no, it's fine," he breathes and feels a fresh surge of blood streaming down to his crotch when your fingers stroke his thigh affectionately to get him to relax. As long as he stays on his front, it shouldn't be an issue. He has time to make the raging boner go away before you ask him to turn around.

"Okay, good. Let me know if you need a break," you hum and touch him gently while he thinks of baseball, of cold cups of coffee and stale crackers, of Sam's oldie slippers and the stain on the floor below him - anything to try and control the relentless erection that is pulsing and screaming and begging to be touched!

But no matter how hard he tries, his erection won't calm down. Not when you're touching him so sweetly.

"Alright Barnes," you say after a few of his panicked minutes and slowly take a step backwards. "Could you turn around for me please?"

Fuck...

He opens his eyes and fixates his gaze on the stain below him as his face heats up. "T-turn around?" he gulps and feels how his entire body suddenly seems to be impatiently pulsing along with the prominent erection.

"Yeah, I'd like to take a look at your groin now that we've loosened your muscles up a bit."

Jesus fucking Christ, he's sweating balls! How's he ever going to recover from this?

"You know what? It already feels better thanks!" he tries and hopes he sounds convincing and not too panicked.

"Yes, well you've been lying down for twenty minutes," you chuckle, "- it'll come back as soon as you start moving, trust me."

"I can always come back tomorrow if it acts up again."

"We both know you won't..."

"No, I promise. It already feels so much better!"

"Barnes, what's wrong?"

Fuck, there's truly no way out...

"Sweetheart," he clenches his eyes shut and prepares himself for your terrible reaction to what he's about to confess, "I have a bit of a - uh - a... problem..."

"A problem? What kind of problem?" you sound concerned, and if it hadn't been for the horrible situation he's in, his chest would've probably swelled with pride that you care for him.

"It's a - uhm, shit - it's a... guy's problem."

"Oh?" You become quiet for half a second and he can practically hear how the gears in your head turn until the penny suddenly drops. "Oh!" you let go of him as if you've been scorched by fire and he suddenly feels so much worse. Poor woman.

"Yep," his voice is thick and awkward, and he wishes he had jumped out the window when he still had the chance. Now he's gonna scare you away for good and it's all Sam's fault!

"Hey - hey, it's okay," you reassure him softly and put a hand down between his shoulder blades when his entire body goes rigid with shame. "Barnes, it's a perfectly normal reaction to a massage in that area! Please don't feel embarrassed about it - you're not the first client in here who's been experiencing a problem. Sometimes it just happens."

He feels a weird pang of jealousy when he thinks about how your sweet, innocent hands have made some of his male friends at the compound as raging horny as he is right now. He doesn't have the heart to tell you that it doesn't have anything to do with the massage itself and everything to do with the person who's giving it.

"Come on, just turn around for me, okay? I won't hold it against you. I know it's nothing personal."

But it is, he thinks to himself before he with a tight-lipped smile and clenched jaw turns around on the massage table. He knows you well enough to know that you won't let him go before you've looked at his thigh.

He gulps when he sees how tightly his boxers are draped over his hips and the massive erection is standing like a fucking pole vaulter in the air between you. "Jesus fuck, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," you smile professionally while looking anywhere than directly at his embarrassing vulnerability. "Maybe it's better if you sit?"

"Yeah, yeah maybe," he sighs in defeat and swings his legs over the side of the mattress as he pathetically tries to readjust himself so the erection tucked inside his grey boxers does not look as prominent as it did while lying down.

"You good?" you ask when he stops shuffling and he quickly nods in return. "Good - you wanna continue?"

Not really. "Yeah, whatever."

"Alright," you step over to him and professionally fix your gaze on his thigh, "could you spread your legs apart a little?"

"Sure," he does as he's told while clearing his throat, pretty sure that his entire face is currently a mixture between plum- and beet-coloured.

"Let me know if it's too much, okay?" you smile reassuringly and slowly reach your hands forwards.

"Mm-hmm," he clenches his jaw shut to avoid involuntary sounds when your small fingers finally touch his thigh again and you quickly resume your massage with a professional expression slapped across your face.

Carefully, you move the hem of his boxers a little upwards and squeeze out a gentle amount of massage oil into the palm of your hand before you make the mistake of looking him deep in the eye as your fingers find his skin again. The look you're sending him is giving him goosebumps and you gulp and briefly look away when he involuntarily hisses at the touch.

"Barnes, you - uh - you want a towel or something?" You ask and he can practically hear the discomfort in your voice.

More embarrassed than he's ever been, he looks down at himself and notices how the entire front of his boxers is now soaked in pre-cum. "Oh god!" He instinctively pulls his hand over to cover up the huge wet stain and feels how his ears grow impossibly warm. "Fuck, I am so, so sorry."

"It's okay," you hand him a small white towel to cover himself with.

"God, I'm so fucking embarrassed," he drops the cloth down into his groin and wishes he could disappear down into the mattress instead of facing this absolute hellish nightmare! "You must think I'm such a creep..."

"No it's alright," you smile sheepishly and start working on his thigh again, clearly feigning a professional attitude.

He sighs. He cannot believe he's doing this to you.

"Barnes don't worry, okay? I know you're a nice guy."

"Still..." he clenches his eyes shut as your small fingers find one of the sensitive spots on his inner thigh underneath the hem of his boxers and has to lock his jaw to avoid giving out a groan.

He can hear how you chuckle lightly from behind the stars that are blinking on the back of his eyelids.

"I'm glad you're amused."

"Sorry, sorry," you snigger softly, "I've just never seen you this discomposed before. I'll be quick so we can get you back to your room to take care of it," you joke to diffuse the tension.

"Yeah, thanks," he gulps and feels how yet another drop of precum leaves his leaking head when you press in on the spot again. He's so turned on he can feel his nostrils dilating, his thighs shaking, and he just wants to fucking reach inside his underwear and fuck his fist until he comes! God, this is so much worse than anything he could've ever imagined! He's going to kill Sam for this!

"Wow, you're really having a hard time," you smile a little to yourself as you steal a glance up at his pained expression.

"Give me a break, sweetheart," he groans with eyes snapped shut in embarrassment, "Your lubed-up hands are basically on my crotch and let's be honest," he gulps and slowly opens his eyes again, "- you're not exactly displeasing to look at."

Your eyes widen slightly at his confession before a proud smile tugs the corners of your mouth upwards. "What Barnes?" you chuckle proudly to yourself, "- you like the way I look?"

"Come on, don't pretend you don't notice half the guys here staring at you."

"Okay you got me there," you laugh sweetly and direct your attention back to your steady working hands, "I have noticed a few stray glances here and there - I just haven't noticed any from you, so yeah, I'm a bit surprised."

"Well, you can take this as confirmation that I like looking at you too," he awkwardly points to the throbbing erection between you. He figures it's better to discuss the elephant in the room instead of ignoring it. Maybe you can have a laugh about it later...

God, he hopes so.

"Hey, come on," you tilt your head to the side when you see his pained expression, "stop beating yourself up. It's a relaxed atmosphere in here and with the aromas and the music, I understand that some guys let go. It's completely normal."

"No, sweetheart, it's not," he sighs. "I don't know. At least not for me."

"It's not?" You chuckle while still working on his thigh.

"This has never happened before, I swear."

"So the fear of getting an accidental erection isn't the reason why you've avoided coming here?"

"No, sweetheart," he sighs and adjusts himself on the mattress, "it's not."

"So -" you bite your lower lip and fix your gaze on an undefined spot on his thigh to avoid his eye. "- if I understand you correctly; what you're basically saying is that you're hard because of, well, me?"

"Yep," he sucks in a breath of air when he feels your movements still and he braces himself for the angry rejection before he looks over at you. You're staring at him wide-eyed and doe-like with your mouth hanging a little open, not sure how to respond to his confession.

"I'm sorry," he croaks, "you must think I'm a total asshole..."

"No, no, no, not at all..."  you shake your head and clear your throat while sending him a nervous glance. "I think you're quite cute, actually..."

His mind goes completely blank. He's been called many things in his life, but never that.

"...cute?"

"Yeah," you nod quietly. "I - uhm - I guess I've been having this teensy tiny crush on you so - uhm - yeah," you smile, all flustered, "- you know."

"You have a crush on me?"

"Yeah," you scrunch up your nose and lick your lips. "I mean... look at you," you gesture to nothing in particular, and he can feel his chest go all warm with pride as you look him over.

"So you're not freaked out?"

"No, no not at all," you admit with a shake of your head. "You've been driving me up the wall for ages, you know."

"I - I have?"

"Yeah..." you nod, "I've actually been hoping you'd stop by here so I'd have an excuse to, you know, touch you," you admit and now it's your turn to look embarrassed. "It's wildly unprofessional, I know."

"No, no you're good. You're being very professional about... this," he nods while pointing to his crotch. "I swear, if I wasn't so insanely attracted to you, I wouldn't be so... bothered."

"Yeah, you do look a bit flushed," you give him a crooked smile.

"I know..."

"So..." you bite your lower lip again and move in close enough for him to hear your heartbeat, to suddenly smell that you're aroused too and it's driving him absolutely insane! "...I have a crush on you," you stroke his thigh affectionately, "- and you have a crush on me."

He nods and scoots a little closer to you, careful not to scare your hand away from its close proximity to his crotch. "What are we gonna do about that?" he pants and puts a hand to your face, stroking your cheek and hoping to dear God that you'll let him kiss you.

"I don't know," you whisper and lean in close, stopping with your lips mere inches from his and with huge doe eyes staring straight at him.

"My god," he groans and runs his thumb over your cheek again, "you are beautiful," he whispers and slowly moves his face until his lips finally come into contact with yours.

The kiss starts off slowly. Bucky is careful not to pressure you into anything and simply just concentrates on the feeling of your impossibly soft lips on top of his. It's pillowy and wet, sensual and sexy and he's strung along, never wanting to let go of you.

"Peach," he whispers when your mouth strays away from his and starts moving down his jaw and throat. "Peach, you don't have to do this. Please don't feel pressured into anything just because I'm excited okay?"

"I'm excited too," you whisper and carefully place your hand on the tight bulge at the apex of his thighs so a bolt of lightening shocks through him. "- my excitement is just not as visible as yours," you place a wet kiss on top of his jugular. "You don't have to go back to your room to take care of this, you know," you bite back a smile as you stroke over his tight balls so his Adam's apple bounces uncomfortably in his throat.

"Sweetheart," he pants, not sure if this is really happening or if the sudden rush of blood to his crotch has him imagining things.

"I can help you..." you say quietly and move your palm over him so he gives out an involuntary groan.

"Doll," he sucks in some air and stutters his hips upwards, silently begging for more.

You understand his cue, and you lean in close so you can lick the shell of his ear as your fingers find their way underneath his waistband. As soon as your oily fingers come into contact with his burning skin, he can no longer hold back the moan that's been sitting on the edge of his throat for a good half hour now and he once again stutters his hips upwards when you close your fist around him and start stroking him slowly.

"Sweetheart," he groans against your skin and you give out a noticeable shudder when his hands snake under your shirt so he can caress the soft skin of your stomach. "Oh my God!" he whines and runs his nails over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You like this?" you whisper and tug his earlobe between your teeth.

"Fuck yes! I've been thinking about touching you since the first time I saw you."

"Yeah?" You pant against him and reach down to cup his balls with one hand while the other continuously strokes up and down his veiny shaft. "Been thinking of me all wet and naked for you?"

"Fuck," he whimpers and finds your pebbled nipples underneath your shirt and roll them between his fingers. "Yes."

"What have you been thinking about?"

"Your mouth," he breathes and pinches your nipples between his fingertips, "your slutty little mouth. All wet and tight for me."

"My mouth?" you giggle against him and gently bite down on his earlobe so he gasps loudly, "want me to make your little fantasy come true?"

"Oh god, yes doll! Please," he whimpers and you immediately drop to the floor between his open thighs, sitting on your knees and strutting your ass as you grab him by the root, rubbing his cock over your cheek and lips as he whines above you.

"Is this what you wanted?" you send him a wide-eyed look while your pink tongue finally pushes past your plump lips and lick the underside of his almost purple head.

"Fuck! Yes, yes doll! Please suck me" He hisses and feels his toes buzz when your tongue slowly runs over the slit at the tip, "ah baby!" he groans and watches how you flatten your tongue and wetly licks him all over his leaking head. "Please put me in your mouth, please!"

"I like you begging," you pant and lick him from root to tip, ending the long lap by closing your lips fully around him.

"Oh god, oh fuck," he shoots his head backwards, never looking away from the angel between his legs. Spit and precum is running down the side of his shaft and he swears, he's never felt this amazing before. He's about to explode just looking at you!

"Mmh," you hum around him, sending beautiful vibrations through his cock and all the way down to his balls.

"Look at you," he groans sinfully and notices how you clench your thighs together when he reaches forwards and strokes your cheek, "such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Are you getting all wet as you suck my cock?"

"Mmh," you nod with a muffled confirmation as your plump lips slide from base to tip and back down again.

"Ah - shit doll," he hisses while completely giving himself into you as he grabs your chin and strokes you affectionately.

"Mmh, Bucky," you whisper his name so sweetly and move your face so you can lap at his balls.

He throws his head backwards as your tongue stroke over the tight skin while your hand pumps him slowly. "Jesus fuck sweetheart," he moans and puts a finger under your chin forcing you to look back up at him. "Get up here. Now!"

Excitedly, you give him a hard suck before your let go of him with a soft pop and obediently oblige his command by climbing up on the mattress next to him.

"Mmh, look at what you're doing to me," he chuckles and leans in close so he can finally taste your lips again. Immediately, your tongue is inside his mouth and it's so wet and so warm that he grows even harder even though he didn't think it possible.

His hand snakes under your shirt again and you give out a small whine when he pulls it over your head.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he pushes your breasts out of your bra and starts toying with your nipples. "It's crazy," he mumbles as he lies you down on the mattress and sucks your perky nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around the bud.

Immediately, you arch your back and give out a sinful moan that reverberates through the dimly lit room and vibrates around his tighter than ever balls.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers against your skin and moves to the other nipple while his hand finds your panties underneath your white skirt. "God, you're already so wet for me," he whimpers and pushes his fingers underneath the hem of the soaked fabric so he can touch your warm skin.

"All for you," you arch your back and moan when he pushes two fingers inside of you, moving them rhythmically so they squelch and squeeze around your g-spot. You whimper and close your eyes, enjoying the sensations he's sending through your body, the tingle of warm flames that lick at the bottom of your spine.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he repeats and licks your neck, "You deserve it."

"I want you inside of me," you moan and tug at his hair, the sensation deliciously toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

"You want me to fuck you?" He whispers and drags his teeth over your collarbone while his fingers pulsate inside of you.

"Yes!" You whine and pull at his hair again as a particularly loud moan escapes you.

"Oh sweetheart," he groans when his fingers slide out of you to the tune of a disappointed little whimper falling from your open mouth. "Don't worry, I'll fill you up," he kisses your collarbone and looks down between your sweating bodies as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself half inside, giving himself a second to get used to the tightness that you provide. "Oh god," he whispers and pushes himself a little further inside, "fuck you're so sexy!"

"Fuck me, Bucky," you reach up and caress his chin as you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass and pushing him closer to you.

Suddenly, he's buried to the hilt. "Fuck me," he whispers and starts moving rhythmically to the sound of you squelching around him. "You are so fucking sexy!" He bites your nipples again, moving his hips slowly, sensually. "It's been so goddamn frustrating pretending that I'm not attracted to you when all I've been wanting to do is fuck you in every possible position around the compound."

"Yeah, think of what the others would say if they knew about this."

He gives out a whimper and can feel himself twitching inside of you at the thought before he starts rutting his hips faster, his hips snapping relentlessly into yours.

"You like that?" You smile naughtily and grab his ass, "you like that you're not supposed to fuck me?"

"Yes," he admits with a grunt and rolls his hips sensually, desperate for more friction.

"You like that I'm so young?" You clench tightly around him. "Wow, imagine what Sam would say! He would be so angry, you know that!"

"Fuck!" He gasps and falls forwards so his metal hand lands beside your head. He's close now, he can feel how every muscle of his body tenses up and he knows he just needs a few more snaps of his hips and he's coming - so he pulls out.

Panting relentlessly, he looks down at his throbbing dick, concentrating hard on not cumming all over the beautiful woman in front of him who's still whining and begging for his touch. "Not yet, not yet, not yet," he pants to himself and takes a deep breath before looking back at you. "Shit, you are so beautiful," he licks his lips and fixates his glance on your tiny fingers disappearing inside yourself.

Without thinking, he immediately falls to his knees on the floor beside the mattress and starts planting small, peppery kisses to the insides of your legs. You're soaking wet, moist all the way down your thighs, and he scratches his beard along the soft skin as he pushes your small fingers away, instead introducing his own digits and tongue to your swollen clit. "Mmh, baby," he mumbles against your wet skin and licks you all the way from hole to clit, giving the latter a hard suck that have you trembling above him.

You're tugging at his hair with one hand, pinching your nipples with the other as you arch your back and moan his name in time with the fingers he's thrusting in and out of you while lapping at your sex.

"Bucky, I'm so close," you whimper with eyes closed, your chest rising and falling in steady beats underneath your soaked nipples.

"Come for me," he whispers against your skin and ruts his hips into nothing while his fingers and tongue are working you expertly.

Your moans are rising in pitch and he can feel how you clench more and more around his fingers until it's so tight he's almost pushed out of you. "Bucky!" You half-moan,  half-scream as you fall over the edge burying your fingers in his hair and - oh God, he's cumming too!

Without even being touched, cum is shooting out of him and pattering all over the linoleum flooring below his knees while his fingers and tongue are buried inside of you, and you pull so sweetly at his hair in desperation.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He grunts and ruts his hips into thin air as he keeps cumming even after you've released your hard grip around his hair. "Oh my god," he shoots back his head and can feel a drop of sweat trickling down his temple when he finally comes down from his high again. "Oh shit, oh fuck! Sweetheart, I - I just came all over your floor."

"It's okay," you smile blissfully and remove your fingers from his scalp, "I'll clean it up before... shit, SAM!" your sit up straight, eyes wide with horror. "Shit!" you hiss again and immediately scramble to the floor, looking at your watch and collecting your clothes from all over the room. "I have Sam coming for a massage in three minutes!"

"Not the kind of massage I just had, I hope" Bucky sniggers and quickly wipes up his cum with the towel he'd used to cover his erection.

"Don't worry, those are reserved just for you," you chuckle and pull your shirt over your head.

"I sure hope so," Bucky smiles boyishly and dresses quickly, stealing several glances over at you as you fix your makeup in the mirror in the corner. "Does - does Sam get erections when he's here?" he asks. He cannot help himself, he has to know. The thought alone has his guts squeeze uncomfortably at his insides.

"Are you kidding me? Sam sees me as a little sister, he would never!"

"Yeah, true," Bucky chuckles in relief and pulls on his shoes, "...Hey, uh, I don't know about you, but I really enjoyed this."

"Me too," you turn around and smile blissfully at him, "very much."

"You wanna - you wanna do it again?"

"Yeah," you snigger and lean your hip against the table he had you naked upon no more than a couple of minutes ago, "yeah, I wanna do this again! I think maybe fixing your thigh is gonna be a long process!"

"Yeah?" He smiles broadly at the joking expression you're wearing, "Same time tomorrow then?"

"God, yes! Can't wait," you laugh and give out a happy sigh as you cutely bite your lower lip. "Now run along before Sam comes barging in!" you chuckle, "I thought you wanted to keep this secret."

"Yeah... at least for a little while," he shrugs and feels his head go dizzy when you smile broadly at him.

"See you later, Barnes."

"See you sweetheart," he chuckles and winks at you before he's out the door.

As soon as he steps into the cold hallway, he's met by a sour looking Sam who's occupying one of the chairs outside your office, his arms crossed firmly around his chest as he angrily stares at Bucky. "How long have you been here?"

"I came ten minutes early," Sam hisses through gritted teeth and Bucky can almost see the angry fumes radiating from his friend's scalp. "- what the hell was that?"

"What?"

"Bucky, you better not be doing what I think you just did in there!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Man, what the hell is the matter with you?" Sam stands up, his angry vein already popping threateningly above his temple.

"What? You're the one who said I should go see her!"

"Yeah! For a massage!"

"I did get a massage!"

"Jesus Christ, Bucky! You're old enough to be her granddad!"

Weirdly enough, it just turns him on even more.

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[moxfirefly]

Welcome back! Could I suggest 28 and 1 for Raphael please?

The Raphael train arrives, there’s so many request for him and I’m starting with this one.

touching foreheads

feeling for each other in the dark

The security alarms were still blaring by the time your nerves had settled and regardless of knowing that the guys were inside, it still didn’t shake the unease.

Working in a tech company had its benefits but suddenly being targeted for probably possessing hardware that bad guys could take advantage of was definitely not one of those pros. Hence the lockdown, the blaring sirens and now the darkened office you had been barricaded inside for the last two hours. Donnie had clearly cut the power as well as the cameras so they could get inside.

Raphael was the one that had you more worried in retrospect. You could already picture the beat down he must be dishing out to these fools, but it didn’t help to know that his anger could cloud his judgment and therefore land him in a position were he was hurt or worse…

You shook your head, clutching your phone to your chest. Donnie would give you the say so soon for sure, tell you to exit through whatever intricate escape route he hatched and soon enough you could be with Raphael.

A hard thud and something metal connecting with a nearby desk startled you. The anxiety spiked, had one of the criminals found your office? It was too dark for you to try and find an object to defend yourself. Tucking your phone back into your pocket you covered your mouth for fear of making a sound. Raph had taught you some basic defense moves, don’t stick your thumb into the fist, make sure you don’t break a wrist, aim for the throat or groin. You could do this.

But what if they had a gun?

It took too much of your resolve to not whimper. The idea alone made you shudder, there was no way this could end up being your fate.

“Baby? Baby, its alright, come out” Raphael’s voice was above a whisper but it was by far the greatest sound you had heard all evening. “It’s fucking dark, I don’t wanna accidentally kick ya, come out” You heard hesitant steps and what you assumed was his shell bump into the copier machine. You crawled out from under the desk and took a shuddering breath. “Raph I can’t see shit, just hold out your hand” You had your extended, trying to feel from something hopefully resembled scales.

In the shuffle and banging you were able to grab a hand, a very large and familiar hand and before you could let every emotion crash and wash away, you felt his forehead press against your own. “Ya alright? They hurt ya? Do anything?” You shook your head while still pressed against his own to each of his questions. Raph sighed in relief, the fact that you were warm and against him, breathing and safe.

When the police scanner had picked up what was happening he had sworn his ears had failed him, the name of your company, the word ‘hostages’.

He had almost driven the truck himself to get here.

He pulled you in closer, kissing you roughly to make sure this wasn’t some dream. Just as he felt lips react against his own, the all to familiar taste of the coffee you had had just before this insanity and the scent of your perfume that led him here…

Did he allow his heart to stop beating so quickly.

[waka-chan-out]

for the prompt event could you do kiyoomi and 20 (shut your mouth or i will)? please and thank you~

also congrats on 300 followers!!

300 Follower Event

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Prompt 20: “Shut your mouth or I will.”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.2k

content warning: established relationship, sakusa is a slightly injured asshole, angry flirting, brat!reader, rough oral (m. receiving), ~swallowing~, diiiiirty talk, degradation!!!, a little praise, hair pulling, dacryphilia if you squint

this prompt is so so perfect for him thank you so much for the request !!

“Omi, are you alright?”

Kiyoomi set his face back into a neutral expression.

“Of course. Just tired.”

You kept staring at him skeptically. He was always weird about things that happened in practice, especially that had to do with his body. You were not only his partner, but a trainer for his team, and he tried desperately hard not to worry you.

When he thought you weren’t looking, he readjusted on the couch, wincing.

“Kiyoomi, show me.”

“What?”

“What hurts?”

“It’s really nothing.”

“Okay. Then why don’t you show me the jump you learned in practice today?”

“I’m fine.”

You glared at him.

“You are not fine. Come here.”

He rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. He looked like an old man. He tried to mask his groan, but the strained way his body moved spoke volumes. He came to a stop in front of you and shrugged.

“What do you want me to say? I’m just a little sore today.”

“That’s not just sore, Omi. Can you do a half squat for me?”

He clenched his jaw and did as you asked.

“Does that help? I’m fine.”

You shook your head.

“Lift up your knees. One at a time.”

He lifted his right leg with no issue, but as soon as his left leg raised off the ground he winced.

“Okay. Back down.” You left him standing with a frustrated look on his face as you grabbed things from the kitchen. You returned and knelt in front of him.

“I think you pulled your groin. Not a huge deal right now, but you’ll have to rest for a few days.”

You wrapped an ice pack around his upper thigh and did your best to fix it in place with some gauze. You held out a bottle of pain killers and he snatched it from your hands.

“Omi, if you hadn’t stopped practicing when you did you could have done something much worse to this leg.”

“Well, I stopped.”

“Thank goodness you did because otherwise we might be down a spiker.”

You took hold of his leg and stretched it to the side. He hissed and jerked out of your grasp.

“I just don’t understand why you never tell me about stuff like this,” you said.

He sighed.

“I don’t have to tell you everything.”

You stopped moving him and stared up at him.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I understand how my body works.”

“I never said you didn’t. You just apparently don’t listen when it tells you something’s wrong.”

“Stop nagging me about this, alright? I’m fine.”

“Yeah? Fuck off and ruin your own career with a stupid injury, then.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that.”

“What are you going to do about it, Kiyoomi? I’m talking to you the same way you were just talking to me.”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look at him. A startledlaugh slipped from your lips. His eyes were serious, dark, and full of heat. His voice was practically a growl when he spoke.

“Shut your mouth or I will.”

You scoffed.

“Promise?”

His jaw set into a frustrated frown and he exhaled heavily. It was so easy to get a rise out of him. Even if it was mostly play, it gave you a little rush knowing you pissed him off and were going to face the consequences.

“You going to keep acting like a brat?”

“Probably. Unless you make me stop.”

His eyes were cold as he raised an eyebrow.

“Open,” he said. The command was simple, firm, and made it so easy to obey. You were sure you were still smiling with your eyes as you followed his instructions.

“Good girl,” he said. He maintained eye contact with you as he pulled down the waistband of his sweats and tugged your head forward. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock all too eagerly for how much frustration was running through your body.

He leaned his head back and groaned.

“That’s better, isn’t it? Can’t talk back when you’ve got my cock down your throat, can you?”

You let out a small hum as he guided your head, pushing a little deeper every time.

“Is this why you like being a brat? So I’ll give you what you want and use your mouth?”

He held your head down for a second and you gagged. Your eyes were watery when you looked up at him. He met the expression with a smug smile.

“God, you look good like this.” He reached down with his free hand and wiped the tears from under your eyes. “So pretty when you’re crying.”

He pulled you off of him and let you have a moment to catch your breath. You gasped in air and wiped at your mouth, then looked up at him with a small smile.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself more,” you said. The words sounded a little rough running through your used mouth.

“Why don’t I show you what my hips can still do, huh? Get back here.” You tried not to smile as you sat back up to face him. He gathered your hair in his hand. “Relax, baby. Let me use you.” He nudged you forward and you opened your mouth obediently. He pushed into your mouth, testing your boundaries by hitting as far back as he could without making you choke. Then he drew back his hips and began thrusting into your mouth.

It was messy and made such lewd noises, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Kiyoomi’s face. His eyes were drawn shut, dark bangs falling across his face with every movement. His lips were parted to let small groans and mumbled curses through.

“God, you feel fucking good.” He opened his eyes and looked down at you. With the way his brows furrowed, he must have seen some lingering disobedience on your face.

“What a brat. You still gonna be making that face when I’m coming down your throat?” He stopped moving and pushed his hips farther against your face, making you gag.

“Didn’t think so. You like this too much. Like getting put in your place. Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut as he continued, going slightly faster but not as deep. It felt like your whole face was wet, from tears and the rough way he was fucking into your mouth.

“Gonna make me come,” he groaned. “You gonna be good and swallow?” He looked down at you and let out an amused sound. “Can’t say yes like this, can you? But you want to. Want to be my good girl. Oh, fuck.” He pressed into your mouth as he came, hips twitching as his hold in your hair grew tighter. You felt him spill over your tongue and swallowed as best as you could with him still sitting comfortably in your mouth.

He let out one last ragged breath before releasing you, staggering back a step and tucking himself back into his sweats. You sank down onto your ankles and wiped your face. It was hard to catch your breath, but every inhale felt good.

You ran a hand through your hair and laughed as you glanced over at Kiyoomi. He frowned.

“What?” he snapped. You sighed.

“You knocked off your ice pack.”

He glanced down and saw the gauze settled around his ankle, then the ice pack sitting behind him. He huffed a laugh and rubbed his eyes.

“I’ll get a new one.”

You smiled to yourself as he wandered into the kitchen, happy that he finally gave in. He was too easy.

[nerd-at-sea5]

mad max

alternate title, i read ‘runaway max’ and is experiencing feelings-

other alt title, max getting into a fight -> max going to a safe place -> safe place is not so safe -> oh fuck.

I GOT MY GENDER HCS

they/them robin and max, he/they jonathan, he/him steve, they/she el, canon everyone else

cw-abuse, suicidal ideation, blood, suicide, drug addiction, alcoholism

seriously. this is dark.

max’s back hit the doorway as they tripped backwards, trying their best to flatten themself against it as they watched-frozen, while neil slid off his belt and wrapped it around his hand.

they watched their mother’s mouth thin, stepping away into the kitchen, watched billy on the floor with a cut lip and red cheek.

it felt like all their emotions were draining out of their body as they saw the belt come down, hit after hit after hit after hit.

only when billy was shaking on the floor in a small pool of his own blood did max feel their legs again, stumbling backwards onto the floor and racing up the stairs on their hands and knees before crawling into their room and sobbing.

sobbing until they couldn’t anymore because their throat was raw and their face was red, until their pillows were soaked, until their eyes and nose were puffy.

until max felt so drained of everything, emotion, tears, will to fight back-that they just lie there, wishing for something to be poured into them, to fill them up a little bit.

that was just under two years ago.

today, nancy dropped them off with a concerned look and a warm hug before heading back to robin’s house.

today, max was home after dark, and was praying-even if they thought religion was stupid-that neil and their mother were both asleep.

they reached the second to last stair before the bedroom door opened and he stepped out.

max scrambled back down the stairs and balled their fists.

“get back up here.”

they stood, shaking ever so slightly. “no.”

“what did you say to me?”

“i-i said no. you’re not my dad.”

neil stalked down the stairs, ending right next to max and coming so close that they could smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath.

“say that again.”

ever so slowly, a little bit of rage dripped onto max.

“i said you’re not my goddamn father, neil.” saying it out loud felt like invisible forces were shoving him back-even if he didn’t move.

then it felt like slow motion, watching his fist pull back and then get bigger and bigger until max’s right cheek erupted in pain, the force sending them back into the wall as another blow came.

all control left, the rage poured into max, filling and overflowing them with red hot fire and fury.

kicking out franticly with their legs, a flashback to lucas’ knee digging into billy’s groin as max’s red sneakers slammed into neil’s, watching him fall over and yell, bounding over him and into their room-slamming the lock shut.

max dropped to their stomach, wiping blood from their eyebrow-maybe nose, maybe both-they couldn’t tell-and grabbed their backpack from under the bed, throwing in a first aid kit and skate kit, other essentials throwing it in-comics, favorite books-walkman and tapes.

they were struggling to open the window when the banging started-fear replaced anger, as if it froze in a flash, holding their skateboard like a sword, hearing the splintering of wood and their mother’s scared tone-it all made max want to curl up and die. curl up and never be seen again.

there was a crack, and neil fell through the door, screaming curses. max yelled, slammed their board into the window as it cracked and-without looking down or hesitating, jumped out.

they could feel their pants rip in the knee when they landed, knew that their arm was bleeding badly, and while wiping their now bleeding nose and eyebrow and they ran, slinging their backpack over their shoulder and skating away as fast as possible-max thanked adrenaline. thank god they didn’t feel pain yet.

robin was closest-just 4 blocks to the video store, and another 3 to robin.

almost there. almost-

“ROBIN-! ROBIN HELP!!”

max screamed, still three houses away, now running with their skateboard, pounding on robin’s front door-falling through when steve opened it, laying on their back while jonathen’s jaw dropped above them.

“holy shit.”

max closed their eyes chest heaving while the boys took in their injuries, “can i stay here for the night?”

they woke up two hours later on robin’s couch, nancy wheeler sitting next to them holding a needle, “hey i just finished, take it easy ok?”

max nodded slowly, taking note of the hushed whispers coming from robin and steve in the room over, the dull twinge in their ribs, right leg, left arm, and the right side of their face.

“thanks, nancy...”

the older girl gave max a soft smile, “how did this happen?”

max let out their breath, and nancy listened-her face a mask of calm, arm never leaving max’s shoulder.

“you’re not going back there. ever. ok?”

“thank you.” and a small smile dug it’s way up to max’s face.

and so they got the couch-dubbed theirs by robin and the little sign they put up as a joke-an attempt to make max smile.

the party came round soon enough, bursting through the door-with mike and nancy’s parents out on a date and joyce working late, robin suggested her house.

el was the first to notice, plopping themself next to max and pressing a kiss to their cheek.

lucas was second, “why is max here?”

steve rubbed the back of his neck and max swallowed dryly, “well. they...uh. because they can, it’s no biggie.”

he raised an eyebrow as will sat down and opened his book, now mike joining in, to the plummet of max’s stomach, “why? it’s not fair-robin’s house is cooler because their parents are never home, so why can’t we stay here all the time.”

they watched robin’s eye flick to their girlfriend as nancy sighed, jerking her head slightly ‘look, he’s a dick-i’m sorry.’ “max is special privileges now, ‘kay nerd?”

dustin snicked, and mike’s face turned red, now glaring at max.

“what makes you so special now?”

some part of max wished he would shup up on his own, they knew he’d never really liked them, but god could mike wheeler shut his fucking mouth for one goddamn second?

“doesn't matter.” came the reply with a shrug, standing up to the disappointed sign of eleven as her head slipped off max’s shoulder. “sorry.”

“yeah, it does matter. why are you the favorite? it’s bullshit.”

nancy groaned, “mike, lay off ok?”

he wheeled on his sister, “no! just ‘cause you hang around here all the time doesn't mean that they can-it’s just unfair. max gets special shit all the time. robin’s always giving them tapes for free-steve with ice cream, i’m sick of it! why don’t we all get it the same?”

max’s fists clenched from being the couch, what the hell gave him the right to question it?

will put his book down, and dustin put a hand on mike’s shoulder, “dude, c’mon it’s not a big deal.”

lucas shrugged, “i’m curious as well but really. leave them alone.”

mike glared at them, “go on-what makes you so special. and don’t say your brother kicking it.”

and that’s when the bucket cracked, and all of it-every last drop came spilling onto max, running into them, heating them-they heard static and saw blurry-like crying but without the water.

until they heard billy’s voice blasting in their ears. “mad max. all right, then.”

they swung at mike. hit him in the left eye and sent him down to his butt-it felt good. great even.

“i’m so fucking special huh? special that my step-dad hits me? or that every cent i get is taken so yeah, i get free stuff-stuff that steve uses from his salary to pay for, and robin too. i’m not fucking special, mike. i’m at the end of my rope. and i don’t even have enough of it left to make a proper goddamn noose if i wanted to-which, fuck-i really do want right now!”

max grabbed his collar, the sounds of everyone’s protests droned out in the static. raising their fist again, “so fuck you.”

robin’s voice cut through, “MAX.”

and they froze, not out of choice, but out of force. looking up wildly as their vision tunneled to eleven, blood slowly trickling down her face, hand extended as max was frozen in place.

their chest constricted, “lemme go!”

the other shook their head, “i can’t.”

max fought as hard as they could, willing every inch of their body to move, to change to shift-but still. nothing.

“el-please.” their voice breaking, pleading desperately-was it that everyone they loved destined to hurt them?

their father left, turned to drugs and drinks-mother only a shell of who she once was, billy with his fists and harsh words-and now.

now eleven standing in front of them, lucas’s panicked face matched with dustin as the two boys moved out of view. will next to el, hand on shoulder-maybe encouragement or disappointment max could not tell.

and will, bloody on their feet, steve and nancy with him. jonathan out of view, robin next to max-concern and worry.

“lemme go-el!”

“what happens...?”

“i don’t know!” max yelled, pain rushing through them, “i don’t-just please let go of me-i thought you actually cared about me and wouldn’t try to hurt me the moment i fuck up! please!”

the redhead watched her face falter, felt the sting of wood on their knees, watched eleven move forward-before max turned and ran to the stairs, scaling them two at a time, crawling out of robin’s bedroom window onto the roof and running to the edge, staring at the rocks below.

go, go, go, go. the mantra repeating over and over in their head, urging them to move-goddamnit jump you’ve done it a thousand times.

“MAX STOP-” was robin’s panicked and pleading voice, as max turning-already falling.

“no, no-SHIT. NANCY, STEVE-help. max.... max it’s ok just a secon-.”

dark.

[miss-smutty]

Workout - Part 2

A/N- Part 2 of @swaggysposts request is here! Finally! 🥵🥵

Summary- You catch the eye of your hunky, personal trainer neighbor but you weren't quite prepared for the kind of workout he was about to give you.

Word count- 1,510

Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you

Warnings- Swearing, smut, smut and more smut 👀🥵

18+ only!!

Posted: 9th June 2021

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld

Tagging you guys too @darklydeliciousdesires @skyfullofsong123

Part 1

"I told you I'd make you cum in your pants didn't I?" He leans back on his heels looking proud of himself. Admiring his handiwork. Your legs relaxing, leaving you quivering on the mat in front of him.

"You're not finished yet." You say breathlessly after taking a moment to compose yourself. You give your hand to him so he can pull you up, your legs still shaky, pretending not to notice his arms bulging. Can't polish his ego too much can you?

Before you make it to the house he stops you, pulling you back by your hand and into his hard, sticky chest. Looking up at him through your lashes, his huge stature towering over you. Seeing him this close you realise how tall he really is and wide, his shoulders so thick. The muscles so prominent it makes you feel weak.

You suddenly feel shy, like you haven't just been shamelessly flirting and practically fucking right in the middle of your lawn. The manliness that oozing from him makes your shy, girly nature take over. The dominance of his aura completely outweighing yours and you wouldn't have it any other way. You're not going to fight him for it, you are quite happy for him to wear the trousers. Actually no you're not, you'd rather have him completely naked.

Chris picks you up by your ass, squeezing your cheeks playfully and plants you down on the outdoor table on your patio. Tugging at the waistband of your tight yoga pants until you get the hint and lean back on your hands. Watching him pulling down your pants an inch and realising you're wearing nothing underneath. He has to stop a minute to gather his thoughts, biting his fist, his cock twitching.

"Fuck, if I'd have known you weren't wearing underwear we wouldn't have made it this far. I'd have fucked you right there on the grass." He can't resist reaching his hands into the gap above your pants, teasing your slit with his index and middle finger while his thumb rubs expertly at your clit. No fumbling, no searching just straight to your bundle of nerves like some sort of clit master. 

The animalistic nature takes over him and he pulls your pants off in one tug, almost pulling you off of the table. Your adrenaline spiking at the thrill of having those enormous hands gripping at your thighs, pulling them apart. Spreading them wide, wide enough for him to stand in-between. The swell of his cock pressing against your burning heat, soaking his shorts in your juices.

Bruise like Imprints left on your thighs from the tight grip of his restraint, when he lets go and caresses your face gently. The change in pressure making you moan into his mouth as his lips finally find yours. His tongue fighting yours for dominance and winning, letting him take control of your mouth. Letting his tongue massage yours in the most delicious way possible, his teeth hanging on to your bottom lip and pulling gently. A smile appearing on his lips at the way you moan for him.

You whine when he pulls away from you, reaching out for him as he begins to kneel before you. Your hands fall by your sides, gripping the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white as his tongue meets your slick folds. Holding your legs open by the knees as his thick tongue laps at your wetness, his thumb pulling back the hood to expose your clit to the tip of his tongue. Your body convulsing around him as he continues lapping and circling. Screaming with pleasure when his thumb increases the pressure on your swollen clit and your pussy clenches around his thick digits. Curling them upwards to find your spot, stroking it gently with the pads of his fingers until your pussy pulses with release, dripping over his fingers. Smiling hungrily, as he watches you coming undone, his fingers savagely fucking you while you ride out your orgasm. Another one building immediately, writhing with sensitivity as he continues stroking your walls, hitting your spot repeatedly. All the while staring into your eyes with lust, waiting eagerly for you cum for him again. The look in his eyes is too much, a gutteral moan leave your lips as the gripping sensation rises through you, gushing all over him once more.

"Fuck." He groans, his teeth gritted with arousal. His cock straining against the fabric of his shorts as he stands, gripping your ass in the palm of his hands and pulling you into his stomach. Lifting you from the table and back towards the house. You wrap your legs around his back, eyes blown with arousal. Desperate for more, longing to feel his thick cock stretching your walls.

Your back presses against the wall with need, all sense of restraint forgotten as his hands explore your body. One hand gripping your ass as the other tugs at your sports bra, the tight fabric clinging to your skin. He grunts with frustration like a wild animal, biting at your bottom lip. Your mind is swimming with lust, coherence fading fast.

"Take it off." He demands, his forehead resting against yours, panting heavily against each other. Holding your body up while you pull the bra from your head, his eyes alighting when he see your tits bounce free. Bending his neck to take a nipple between his lip and bottom teeth, biting gently until they harden beneath him. Biting and sucking, grasping your breast in his hand, thrusting his hips into your wanting pussy.

You reach down between you, cupping your hands against his bulging cock. "Take it off." You repeat his words to him making him groan, immediately dropping your unstable legs to the floor. Pulling his shorts off with desperate need, your eyes widening when you see the girth of his long, smooth cock.

He wastes no time picking you back up again, straightening your back against the wall while he guides his throbbing cock to your entrance. Gathering your slick on his length making you writhe with need. The tip pressing against your opening, teasing. He gives you an inch, only an inch and watches your face contort as you arch your back away from the wall. Pushing yourself onto his cock, desperate for more, frowning like a brat.

Finally he gives you what you want, easing in his full length until he's balls deep. Moaning loudly at the feel of his girthy cock stretching your walls completely, moulding around his length perfectly. Then he's slamming into you with full force, your head banging against the wall with every thrust. Fingernails digging into your ass cheeks while he grips on to them tightly, holding you up, pulling you back, pushing you forward. You were like his ragdoll, the way he handled you and you were loving every minute of it. You always knew, with those muscles he'd be able to throw you around the bedroom.

You're both panting so heavily, your hands desperately clinging to his shoulders, nails breaking skin. You're almost beyond your limits of arousal, you don't think you've ever felt this amount of pleasure all at the same time. Your pussy pulsing, twitching around his cock. Your third orgasm about to erupt and Chris doesn't even look like he's even nearly ready to cum yet. 

You come apart around his cock, your body languid and spent when he pulls out, admiring your juice plastered on his length before pulling you over to your kitchen table. Pressing you gently down and spreading your legs apart quickly, a look of anguish on his face, the need to cum becoming too much for him. Your body is like liquid, your muscles loose, your mind empty. 

A sharp slap to the ass awakens your senses, a new found need sparking through your veins as your pussy clenches. Your clit swollen and sensitive when he spanks you again and catches it with his fingers. Desire pooling down your legs.

"Touch your toes again baby." Chris leans over and whispers into your ear gruffly. You gather up the last of your strength and follow his command. Folding you in half and lining his cock up again. Both of your bodies covered in sweat, sliding against each other as he thrusts into you vigorously. The tightness almost unbearable, the blood going to your head making the pleasure even more intense. Your ass slapping against his groin making the most delicious sounds. Chris groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he grips on to your hips and finally lets go. Shooting his warm load deep inside of you.

You'rer silent, panting, breathless when he lifts you up and into his arms. A lust filled grin on his face while he holds you against his body, the rhythms of your heart beats in sync. 

"If I knew this was the kind of workout you gave I'd have asked for your help alot sooner." You laugh against him, burying your face into his chest.