#burst musically out of his bubble and jam out

[ediewentmissing]

Hiii!! Could you write an angst/fluff eddie fic based on a bad habit of mine? 😬 I have this habit of using things like using the bathroom or eating as a reward for finishing a task 🥴 I won’t use the bathroom even if I have to go bad until I finish an assignment or something. I’d love to know how he would react to reader doing that 🫶

this is such an adorable thought. i wish i could’ve done this better but i have a shit ton of work to do so i had to smash this out in 10 minutes 😭 so sorry for the lack of quality here but hope it’s up to standard ❤️

you’re scribbling away at your desk, filling out an important stack of sheets for mr. higgins to review tomorrow. your wrist aches from writing and your stomach is growling at you for not feeding it.

you look over at your alarm clock on your bedside table. 1 PM. shit. you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday night’s dinner. you look back at the incomplete papers miserably and continue jotting.

“hey, sweets!” eddie bursts through your bedroom door. he flashes you a smile and stands in front of you, rocking excitedly back and forth on his feet, hiding something behind his back.

you giggle at him, “what have u got hidden back there?”

“well, y’know that vinyl at camelot that you were obsessing about?”

“appetite for destruction?” you ask, “yeah, i remember. why?”

he pulls the shiny new vinyl from behind him, waving it in both hands, “i brought it!”

“eddie! i told you not to!” you laugh as he hands it over, “it was expensive!”

“hm, well i may or may not have done a massive deal with one of the tiger’s basketball players and earned a fuck-ton of cash,” he smiles, “so how ‘bout we get up and dance…” he wiggles his brows, “and relax for a bit, yeah?” he holds out his hands to lift u up from the seat at your desk.

“yeah, that sounds good,” you wave his hands away, “but i’ve gotta get this done. maybe later, ‘kay?”

“later?” he frowns, “you’ve never said later to music before, babe. what’s up? have you miraculously decided that music isn’t good enough for you anymore?” he crosses his arms.

“no, music is life, and as much as i love the idea of jamming out, i have to get this done. shoo, shoo,” you wave a hand at him, but of course he doesn’t plan on going anywhere.

“what are you doing that so important, huh?” he questions, leaning over your shoulder to take a look at the important work in question. “wait, wait, wait,” he says confused, “weren’t you doing this this morning, like, before i left?”

you nod timidly, and his mouth opens to protest, but you speak quickly, “yes, but it’s really important! it needs to be done, eds!”

“okay! okay!” he puts his hands up, mock surrendering, “well have you taken a break since you started?”

“uh…” you hesitate.

“have you eaten?” he asks, concerned. you don’t say anything. “right, that’s it,” he claps his hands together and hauls you up from your seat, “i’m going to make you a signature gourmet eddie munson special. extra special for an extra special lady, yeah?” he smiles as he drags you down the hallway to the living area.

“now sit,” he says, promptly pushing your shoulders down so you sit on the springy sofa in front of the tv. he turns it on. “watch,” he points to the tv, “relax,” he pulls your feet up to rest on the coffee table, “got it?”

you nod, closing your eyes and lolling your head back on the couch, finally relaxing. “mhmm… i can’t feel my butt.”

“probably because you’ve been sitting on that same fucking chair all day,” he chuckles from the kitchen. you can hear food bubbling.

after a couple minutes he comes back with a bowl, setting it down beside your feet, “there ya go, babe.”

you pick it up and giggle, “is your ‘signature gourmet eddie munson special’ really spaghetti?”

“ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, “canned spaghetti,” he says, as if it makes it even more special.

you’re about to eat it before you stop the forkful of spaghetti from entering your mouth. “hang on. since when did we have canned spaghetti?”

“dunno,” he shrugs, “found it at the back of the cupboard.”

“at the back of the cupboard?” you repeat, “pass me the can.” he gives you a confused look before darting to the kitchen to grab the empty can from the counter.

he passes it to you and you read it aloud, “use by the fifteenth of april, 1984… eddie your supposedly ‘gourmet food’ is expired by three years.”

[enquiringangel]

Do you think the Boys have any long-term goals? Things that requite years to learn like languages, instruments, maybe mechanics? Do you ever think they'd leave Santa Carla - or what might MAKE them leave?

Santa Carla is home, it’s like this nexus where all these dispossessed teens are drawn together and where they made a family. It’s comforting and familiar and it’s the stage where they act out their performance of eternal youth. In the movie I get the impression that they very much live in the moment. Like, almost aggressively so. It’s like they are caught in a bubble of time where the past is meaningless and the future doesn’t exist. To an extent I think they are all avoiding the deeper implications of potentially living forever.

If something—say, the events of the movie—were to come along and burst the bubble, I think there would be a lot of navel-gazing going on. Which is something I will be exploring in my David Lives AU ;-)

So Big long-term goals: no. Leaving Santa Carla? Yes possibly, if there was a drastic shake-up to their way of unlife. During the events of the movie they’re kind of stuck since I can’t see Max allowing them to go wandering.

But despite all that meta talk they would get bored if they did the same thing over and over again, so they have made an attempt to keep stuff interesting.

Languages - I feel like they would go through periods of being really into this, listening to teaching cassettes and attempting to practice on native speakers and on each other, but also fallow periods where they drop it for ages and pick it up again later. I can see Paul wanting to learn French because it’s a romance language and he thought that it would be sexy. But he got unexpectedly into it and started learning other languages from there. He’s also the most willing to accost random humans to practice speaking with them, whereas Dwayne’s collection of half-learned languages is mostly written word focused. This is in comparison to David whose linguistic skills are pretty abysmal. (There is some very rusty Gaelic knocking around in that noggin’ though.) Marko is usually Paul’s guinea pig so he picks up a fair bit from him.

Instrument-wise Paul is the most musical but he taught the others to play guitar. (As a child he was made to learn violin. There is one gathering dust in the cave somewhere.) Marko is tone deaf and cannot tell the difference between notes of music to save his life. Dwayne is passable but lacks interest to commit to it, though he taught himself to play piano. David picked up the most from Paul’s instruction and is fairly good, actually. Sometimes Paul gets him to come and jam.

For a very brief time, there was a drum set down in the cave. Very brief.

Mechanics-wise they are all interested in things that go vroom vroom but Dwayne and David are the most mechanically minded. They strip engines down together and reassemble them. Dwayne is more handy at fixing stuff but David can look at a car and know all the specs for that make and model. Sometimes he steals them to take them for test drives and rate their performance. In the cave there is a pile of tattered and soggy car magazines sandwiched between old editions of playboy and men’s ‘physique magazines’.

Marko is always knee-deep in some art project or another, which may or may not get abandoned before it is finished. He once tried to build a model of the hotel in its heyday using matchsticks.

Also Dwayne once introduced Marko to the theories of the Behaviorist B. F. Skinner, whose work in operant conditioning included training pigeons. One of the things they were taught to do was play ping-pong. Marko took a look at the wild birds hanging out in the hotel and immediately decided to try it.

[jmagnabo92]

A Dream Come True - Ch 5

Ch 5 - Finally Home

Trevor finally arrives home and sees his parents (where they can see him) and Trevor and Jeremy have an important conversation about the future.

AO3

***

The rest of the three-and-a-half-hour journey was focused on playing car games and him fighting with his brother over the music since Jeremy is very into country music, while Trevor’s very into jam bands.  Finally, though, Trevor begins to recognize the neighborhood and everything around him.  

           He sits up excitedly.  “Guys, guys!  Wake up!”

           Flower and Sass both groan.  “What?”

           “We’re almost there!” Trevor says, excitedly to laughter from his brother.

           “You’re like an excitable puppy,” Jeremy teases.

           “You’d be excited, too, if you hadn’t been home in twenty-two years,” Trevor counters.  “I almost can’t believe it.”

           “Well, believe it, T, because you’re finally home,” Jeremy says, as they pull into the driveway.  

           The car’s barely in park before Trevor’s getting out of it.  He can’t help looking up at his childhood home and feeling the overwhelming sense of peace.  He’s home, exactly where he’s meant to be, and it feels so good.  

           He doesn’t have more than thirty seconds to bask in being home before the door opens and there is his mom.  Despite seeing him on facetime and chatting while he was still a ghost, she looks like she can’t believe what she’s seeing and she’s holding back tears.  

           Happy tears, he’s sure.

           Just like with Jeremy, he doesn’t hesitate to go running to her and within a minute he’s hugging his mom for the first time in twenty-two and a half years.  He can’t believe it.  

           She smells like home, and she does that thing with one hand in his hair, and he almost doesn’t want to let go, but a clearing of a throat and he lets go to look at his dad, who’s clearly looking for a hug, too. Despite everything that happened when they found his body, he doesn’t hesitate to hug his dad.  Because it doesn’t matter anymore – he’s home.  

           He hears the sounds of the other three coming up the walkway and lets go.  

           His parents turn to greet Jeremy, who’d been at an art show in Chicago when Trevor had texted him and then turned to Flower and Sass, uncertain on how to greet them.

           Flower jumps in, first.

           “I’m Flower, well, Susan, but I haven’t gone by that name in a long time,” she shakes her head.  “It’s nice to meet you in person – well, it’s nice for you to be able to see us – I have to say that I really enjoyed your visit when you came to get Trevor’s body, particularly that the whole the parent trap thing worked.  It was really a sight to see –”  

           Before she could go into details, Trevor covers her mouth with his hand.  “Flower, what did we talk about, yesterday?”

           He sees her eyes widen in understanding as Jeremy and Sass burst out laughing, while it takes a few second for his mom and dad to put the pieces together.  As soon as they do, Lenny looks stunned and away, while Esther blushes and looks appalled.

           Trevor removes his hand, and Flower says, “I’m so sorry – I’ve been dead fifty years, it’s, uh, easy to forget the effects of what I’m saying on other people.  We’ve kind of lived in a bubble and all of the ghosts just let me say whatever I wanted because I died high as a kite – in fact, I made people high when they walked through me.”

           The effect of her words causes everyone to start laughing and forget the awkward moment.  

           “It’s nice to meet you, too, Flower,” Esther says, offering her a hug, which she accepts, before turning to Sass.  “And you must be – uh, something with an S.”

           “Sasappis,” Sass says, offering her a hand.  “But almost everyone calls me ‘Sass’.”

           “Well, come in, come in.  We’re excited to have you all here, even for a few days,” Esther says.  “How was the ride?”

           “We spent the whole time arguing about who’s music we were listening to,” Trevor states.

           “The driver always picks the music,” Jeremy counters.

           “I wanted to be the driver, but you wouldn’t let me.”

           “You haven’t driven in twenty-two years, why do you think that I’d let you drive us home?”

           “Not true – I drove yesterday.”

           “Yeah, to town in the middle of nowhere.”

           “And nothing happened, right, Flower?”

           Flower shakes her head.  “I’m staying out of this.”

           “Probably a good call,” Sass offers before looking around.  “Your home is really nice.”

           “Thank you, why don’t I show you around while these two argue about driving and music as if they couldn’t find anything more ridiculous to argue about when they’ve only been reunited for about sixteen hours.”

           She levels a look at both of them, and they immediately cease their arguing and say, “Sorry, mom.”

***

           Esther still followed through with showing them around the house, telling stories about the boys and family events, and throughout the whole thing she kept touching his arm as if worried that he would suddenly disappear, which made sense given how surreal it all was.  Eventually though, she offered to let them settle into their rooms – he and Jeremy would be sharing as always while she makes lunch.

           “So, how are you feeling?” Jeremy asks, leaning against the doorway as Trevor drops his bag at the base of the dresser.  

           “Honestly, it feels so surreal.  Just when I wanted an out the most – well, since that first year – I suddenly wake up alive?  And now, I’m here and I never thought I’d get to see it, again.  Be here with mom and dad and you…”

Trevor stops.  He doesn’t have the words to explain what’s going through his mind right now.  What he’s feeling as he stands in his childhood bedroom with his twin brother, whose now twenty-two years older than him…

“It’s overwhelming,” Jeremy states.  “It’d be weird if it wasn’t.  I mean, I’m overwhelmed just looking at you.”

“It’s just –”

“I know.”

Trevor shakes his head as he sits on the bed, running his hand on the blanket.  “It’s a dream come, J, and that’s exactly why it feels like I’m going to wake up in a nightmare.”

“It’s real, T.  As hard as it is to believe – this is real, and I promise you, it’s going to get easier the longer you’re alive.”

Trevor nods.  “I know it’s just – stupid – to dwell too much, you know?  Like I should just be happy that I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever wanted for the last twenty-two years, but I’m afraid.”

“You can’t let fear guide you,” Jeremy offers, as he sits beside him.  “Do you remember the first time one of my paintings was selected for a gallery opening?”

Trevor nods.  “I was fresh out of Penn; you had chosen to paint over college and Dad was furious because he didn’t think focusing on your painting was a worthwhile pursuit.”

Jeremy hums.  “Yeah, but you were the one insisting that I had to follow my passion – that I was good and that I couldn’t let my fear of failure stop me.”

“I did say that.”

“And I didn’t let it control me – I did that opening and every one after that because of you,” Jeremy states.  “I know this is terrifying – you basically have to start over at thirty-one in a world that has changed a lot in twenty-two years and that’s not going to be easy, but we’re here for you and we’re happy to help you through it.”

Trevor smiles.  “I know.  I just – I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean – I spent years leaning into the douchey finance frat bro for most of my adult life – even as a ghost, I just… kept it up.  But I’m not that guy –”

“Of course you’re not, you never were, and it makes me hate Ari even more.”

“It’s not Ari’s fault that I gave into peer pressure.”

Jeremy gives him a look.  “The man threw your dead body in the lake and didn’t tell anyone for twenty-two years and you’re still defending him?!”

“I’m not defending him; I’m just saying I am responsible for my own choices.”

“Are you – are you really?”

“Yes, really.”

“You know what I think?”

“That I’m still incapable of blaming him for my bad choices because they’re my bad choices, J.”

“I know that they’re your choices, T, but you really don’t think he had any effect on them at all?”

“I’m not saying that, J – I’m saying – I don’t know what I’m saying just that I guess… Ari did impact my life – it’s impossible that he didn’t.  I spent so much time with him that of course he did, but that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t be held responsible for my dumbass decisions.”

Jeremy nods.  “I get that, I do.  And I suppose that I shouldn’t just blame him, but it does make it easier at times.”

Trevor laughs.  “Ultimately, if there’s one thing I’ve learned since I was a ghost, it’s that it’s no one’s fault, but ours.  Our fault that we died so suddenly, our fault that we made mistakes or dumbass decisions, and our fault that we’re stuck here.  We may not know what it is that kept us around – we haven’t quite figured that out, but we all know there’s a reason that we’re ghosts or were ghosts.”

“That makes sense.”

“And regardless of if he’s the reason I started acting that way in life – I can’t really blame him after I died – I literally kept it up and used the dumbest reason possible to explain why I wasn’t wearing pants or underwear instead of just telling the truth and –”

“What’s this about no pants or underwear?” Lenny asks from the doorway.

Trevor groans.  “I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”

“I’m still not sure why you told me,” Jeremy states.

“I didn’t!  You asked when you showed up at my work pretending to be me why Pinkus gave you my pants and underwear and so I explained…”

“Your boyfriend took your pants before you died?” Lenny questions.

“No – that’s not – Pinkus wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well, neither was –”

“Will you stop?” Trevor asks.  Neither of his parents knew about Ari and that was for the best.  Then he looks at his dad.  “It’s a long story.”

“You’re going to tell us, right?”

“No – no, I think that’s a bad idea.”

“Nah, I think they deserve to know how you died without your pants.”

“No, no one needs to know –”

“Oh!  I can tell the story,” Flower says, excitedly appearing by the door.  “It all started when someone wanted to get high –”

“I was not high, Flower.”

“What do you call what happens when you do coke, then?” Flower questions.  “Would it help if I said you were drunk instead?”

“No!  It would help if you did not tell my dad about my death and if you do, don’t do it incorrectly!”

“I’m correct so far!”

“That is not why were there – we were there to celebrate Pinkus’ promotion –”

“And play with Woodstone’s secret drug drawer.”

“Yeah, but –”

“Oh!  Are we talking Trevor’s death because I would love to tell the story, again.  Are you at the mixing two pills to make green part or the pants part?” Sass asks, joining Flower and Lenny in the doorway.

“We’re at no point in the story because we are not telling that story.”

“Oh, come on!  It’ll be fun.”

“No, it won’t!”

“It will be for us.”

“Oy gevalt, I hate you both.”

Flower skips into the room and sits beside him on the bed.  She throws an arm around his shoulders and says, “No, you don’t – you told me so, yesterday.  I believe your exact words were ‘let me preface this by saying – you know I love you –’ and then I don’t remember the rest.”

Trevor laughs, “You mean, you don’t remember the important part of the conversation?”

“Maybe,” Flower teases.

Trevor rolls his eyes.  “You still suck right now.”

“Yeah, well I’ve been told I do it well,” Flower jokes.

The Lefkowitz men all laugh, while Sass looks confused.  “I don’t get it.”

Trevor shares a look with Flower.  “Think we should let that cat out of the bag?”

Flower laughs, “It was your favorite joke – think it’s up to you.”

Knowing how Sass is when he doesn’t have information he wants, Trevor says, “You know how everyone called ascending ‘getting sucked off’ except me, Pete, and Flower?”

At this Lenny and Jeremy start laughing, apparently understanding where this was going.  

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Well, we never mentioned it, but there’s a reason I always laughed.”  He clears his throat.  “It’s because it’s a slang phrase for a man or woman giving a man a blow job.  Since you’re sucking on it.”

Sass’ eyes grow wide in horror.

“And ‘going down on us’ – well, that’s the term for eating a woman out,” Trevor explains.  “That’s why I was always laughing whenever it came up.  It was just so funny – I mean, you literally once said that you would love to see the big guy get sucked off…”

“It’s much funnier when it’s meant to be innocent, and it absolutely isn’t.”  Flower bursts out laughing.  “It was especially funny hearing Isaac or Hetty say it.”

Trevor grins and nods.  Hearing prim and proper Hetty saying it had really made the joke a thousand times better.

“It was one of those little things that kept me going.”

“You have to be kidding me right now,” Sass states.

“No, really – that’s why I was always laughing.”

Sass groans.  “Oh!  That’s why Sam always made that face whenever – why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because it was hilarious – every time one of you said it, I got a laugh, and it was worth it.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Says the guy that wants to tell my family about how I died.”

“Fair point.”

“However, I would like to know the story,” Lenny states.  

“Why would you want to know that?”

“Well, we’ve spent twenty-two years wondering what happened to you and …”

Trevor glances at Jeremy, who shrugs.  “Don’t you think that mom and dad deserve to know?”

“I guess.”

[theunbrokenspell]

The Kisser (5)

He reached and gently touched her cheek. She was smiling, her mouth closed, her eyes inverted crescent moons in the week dashboard light.

He made no further moves, just studying her face with a curious smile on his, so she leaned and kissed his mouth softly, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, done.

She pulled away only far enough so that their lips were almost touching, but not quite. It was impossible to keep breathing through her nose; she lay her head on his shoulder as their mouths met again, this time under the threat of a dam bursting, one she felt in her heart and in her stomach and rushing up her inner thighs.

She reached with her tongue and licked his lips, and probed deeper into his open mouth. He wasn't like so many other guys that she'd kissed in her youth, including Dan; his tongue was at first hard to find, almost playing hide-and-go-seek until it finally relented and, very teasingly, touched hers. The shock of it forced a quiet moan from her depths, one she couldn't keep from escaping, one that sounded like a question, curious and hungry.

Their mouths locked for a long moment, mouths open wide, jaws stretched, their cheeks bubbling as their tongues played, their heads steady, unmoving, their breath as one. It was she who broke the kiss, because it was she who was at the very cliff-edge of an orgasm. Her hand had come around and had grasped the back of his head; she eased up on her grip of it and forced herself to focus on his hair, unnaturally bleached blond from the sun and surf, with slight, long waves to it.

She giggled under her breath.

"What?" he whispered, their lips glancing.

"Waves," she managed to get out. "Surfing. Waves."

She giggled again.

He gazed at her, confused and amused.

She moved her hand from his cheek to his shoulders, then to his chest as their lips met again. Again, the curious and hungry question; again the passion of a steady lip-lock; but this time she pulled back and, her tongue extended, their lips just touching, gazed at him, watching his reaction, her effect on him. It had always been a secret kink with her: her voyeuristic tendencies: the desire to watch a lover react to what she was doing to him. Jams kept his eyes closed as their tongues swirled about one another. She sucked on his tongue, smacking sounds overtaking the trip-hop and the low whir of the Jeep's heater, which suddenly seemed very hot.

Jams' chest was rock hard, the nipple under his t-shirt and her hand like a pebble. She ground her palm into it and sucked on his lower lip, eliciting an almost silent groan, a deep whisper, really, from the bottom of his throat.

"I'm getting hot, Jams," she whispered. "You mind?"

Without taking his attention off her, he turned the engine off, keeping the music on. "No coat. No phone," he said, chuckling. "And you were hot way before you got into this Jeep."

She groaned. "You're a cheese ball."

His arm was wrapped securely about her trim waist; he moved it up, his forearm grazing her boob, the sensation causing her to close her eyes.

"Teenagers," he said.

"You were one like five minutes ago," she said with a playful grin.

"That kinda turns you on, doesn't it?"

She kissed his lips, licked the lower, pulling back a thin line of saliva. "Uh-huh."

"Wanna crawl into the back seat?"

She leaned her forehead into his cheek. "Can I be 18 forever?" She gazed up at him to answer his question: "Of course."

Without waiting, she crawled between their two seats into the back one, which was of the old bench style made back in the day. She got comfortable as he did the same, and laughed as he struggled due to his size. He managed to get his left leg over eventually, and crashed against the seat back next to her, making the entire vehicle quake laterally for a moment.

He caught his breath and turned his head, then shifted so that he was facing her fully. He wrapped his arm around her again, this time pulling her into his hip. His smile remained, but now it was colored with serious intent, and it was expressed in the kiss he gave her. She arched her back and pressed as hard as she could into the sum of his large, muscular body, her hand once again clutching at the back of his head, their mouths hungry for one another.

He emptied the kiss many hazy minutes later, bringing his mouth to her neck, to her ear, to her collarbone as his hand grabbed her hip, then reached for her lower back. Maggie pressed into him with abandon; she could plainly feel his erection under his jeans, solid and, well, much larger than Dan's. Like a teenaged girl, she felt for a moment a sense of terror and loss of control coupled with an almost painful curious lust to experience more.

Jams kissed her chest just above the angled line of her bra, the lace-accented seam just visible through her shirt, and took in a deep breath of sea air. Their mouths met again as she reached for his hard ass, brazenly and without further thought, pressing him into her torso, wanting him to thrust into her, to feel that thing insist on more. She was so close to cumming, such a startling fact, because achieving orgasm by means of anything other than her own fingers or a dildo under her direct control wasn't the easiest or fastest thing in the world. But here she was, trembling like a schoolgirl, moaning her question, her hunger, into his mouth, his jeans-covered tool seemingly harder with every insistent thrust of her hips. She wrapped a leg around him and pushed him back and straddled him fully, their mouths never parting, and felt as he fed a hand down the back of her denims, touching her undies and pushing further so he could grab as much ass as he could.

"Wow ..." he whispered. "I have to confess something," he said. "I kind of have a thing for ... panties. And yours feel ... really amazing."

"Really," she giggled. The confession made her even hotter. Dan didn't care about things like underwear or lingerie; in the early days of their marriage, when sex was still frequent, he once said, "What's the point of it? It's just gonna come off anyway."

"Really," he said after another long bout between their tongues, between frantic neck kisses, ears, chests, her clothed breasts, her diamond-hard nipples. The rod under her core pressed hard against her, protesting the layers separating it from its prize. She pressed down on it, finding the sweet spot, and bit her upper lip when his mouth found her breast and, through her bra and t-shirt, began biting on the stiff nipple denting both.

Cumming. She was actually cumming. It wasn't even an hour since they parked here, and she wasn't even half naked! He didn't allow her full freedom of movement; he held her ass with one hand; with the other he gripped her hip almost painfully, sawing back and forth, up and down, with exquisite mindful minimalism coupled with total intent, only letting the waves of her ecstasy release slowly, a scorching geyser pulsing under his control. She kissed him madly, moaning, even squeaking, gripping his hard pecs, her hair cascading over the sides of his face, her breath ragged.

"Jesus!" she gasped, her mouth wide, her eyes closed, her face flushed. "Oh ... J-J-Je-sus!"

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Last edited 05/22/24

[A young woman is given a candle by a vendor at a Renaissance fair, and her life is changed forever.]

Copyright © 2023, 2024 by SMdM. All rights reserved, kissers.

[tardytothepardy]

These last few days have been very Dorothy-centric, but that’s probably due to the fact that I have more of a plan for her than for her brothers. At any rate, here’s the breakdown:

Dorothy met a stray dog named Doris, and they seemed to have a pretty good connection, enough that I think they’re friends right now? 

Idk. But Doris isn’t in the household, because it’s already chock-full of Sims just bouncing off of each other and clipping their way through the furniture. 

In the last post, I mentioned how I was searching for a potential Sim to be Dorothy’s partner (at least while she’s a teen, I don’t plan on this Sim being her forever partner; I just find that really weird), and she did! His name is Liam Barbour, and he lives with his mom, Tracey, in Oasis Springs. How exotic. As their relationship was growing, I saw that little roommate offer thingy, and I tried to have Liam ask her to move in with him and his mom (they have a huge spare bedroom), but she declined, saying something along the lines of “There are people in my household that depend on me”, which I thought was dumb. I mean, yeah, Nick and Kris are children, but Sans, Papyrus, Grim, and Tiffany are all more than capable of taking care of Nick and Kris, especially when one considers the fact that those two are taking pretty good care of themselves on their own.

But anyway.

My initial plan with her moving in with Liam is that she could bring Doris along with her, because he has the animal aspiration, and I was considering giving Dorothy the “dog lover” trait once she grew up. Instead she’s still haphazardly smooshed into the tiny house along with everyone else. (Not a literal tiny house, like the stuff pack, it’s just way too small for 8 Sims, but I refuse to move them out to a larger lot because I’m clingy) 

As of today, Dorothy and Liam are officially dating, and it took many days of breaking curfew (set at 9pm) to do it. Her responsibility took a hit, but it’s fine.

(this is just a collection of pictures showing their relationship, because it’d just be ridiculous to put all of them separately, especially because I don’t even have many great shots to showcase.)

Speaking of responsibility, I managed to drop Dorothy’s grade down to a C. She wasn’t the most pleased about it, but to me it makes sense. She does have other things going on in her life, like Doris. 

I’ve had Papyrus, Sans, Nick, and Tiffany all working on things. Papyrus is working on writing another song on his violin, and I discovered today (with mild horror) that he only has three skills. Sure, his violin skill is maxed, but I still think he should have a wider range of musical talent, because he really does have that kind of spare time. I gave him a guitar for a reason.

 With Sans, I’ve been having him be kind of an asshole, as he has to have two people dislike him for his aspiration, so that’s always nice. Nick’s been working on his Llama Scout thing, but not too hard, because then he won’t have anything to do as a teen. (It’s really weird thinking about him as a teen) Tiffany recently got promoted to C-Lister, which is level 3 of the Entertainment Career. Before I know it, she’s gonna be a comedian, which is just what she wants, currently. 

Finally, back to Dorothy, I gave her a minor (yet majorly ridiculous) re-vamp to her wardrobe:

If I could have her eating an autumn salad, I would. (I know that’s a thing in The Sims 3, but I’m trying my half-heartedness to maintain a fall aesthetic with her, as a child of a scarecrow.)

[soleilnomoon]

Hi hi Kaia! Just wanna say, that soft nsfw Kidd fic you wrote legit just made me want to cry 😭😭 Soft Kidd is something I didn’t know I needed, you wrote him so well tbh! Following that note, if it’s alright could I ask for a nsfw request for Kidd but with a reader smoler than him? In my own headcanon I like he’d def have a size kink and be damn teaser because he’s like 7ft tall👀 lool If not, no worries! Thank you either way!

awww i’m glad you liked it, i had so much fun writing it (who knew i needed soft kid in my life like hello 😭👋🏾). also yes yes yes yes, a billion times yes, i gotchu  ♥️ the way that man lives rent free in my head is unreal 🥵

2.3k words, fem reader, nsfw (it's kid, idk what to tell u), 18+ mdni pls, a little playful banter, some alcohol, other cute stuff includes spitting, size kink (reader is short), clothes ripping (what can i say), kid being a general menace; i tried to keep it short but *washes hands*

you know better than to distract him while he’s in the middle of a project, but you have very little self preservation when it comes to eustass kid. it’s late at night when you find him tinkering away in his workshop; with his music blasting, head bobbing along as he wordlessly mouths the lyrics to the song, you walk in undetected. even as you close the door, he doesn’t turn around — and while, you should make sure to lock it, you don’t bother. everyone for the most part is asleep or far enough away that you’re not worried about being interrupted.

this is your first mistake for the night.

sauntering around like the mischievous cat you are, you loosely hold a bottle of rum in your hand; you picked it up on the last island the ship docked at, someone gifting you the whole thing as thanks for assisting them. you unscrew the cap and take a big swig, the dark liquid flooding your senses as it glides down your throat with ease. one of the smoothest drinks you’ve had in a while, if you do say so yourself. 

the thing is, while you might think you’re being stealthy, kid has been aware of your presence this whole time. he’d be a shit captain, otherwise, right? still, his curiosity rivals yours, and he wants to see what you’re up to. pretending to jam to the music, kid catches you sidling up to him and smirks to himself, but purposely keeps his focus on the wrench in his hand. the smile on your face is evidence enough of your misdeeds — that you truly believe you’ve gotten away with infiltrating kid’s space, but before you can announce yourself, kid bursts your bubble quickly.

“you’re shit at sneaking around, y’know that right?” he turns his head, tilting it a bit, features morphed to denote a faux-bored expression. he leans his elbow on the worktable, and props his head up with his large hand.

mouth open — because, how else are you to react to him saying that? — words jumble around in your mouth, and you start stuttering. before you can make more of a fool of yourself, you jab a finger at him, hitting his chest on your first attempt. amusement blooms onto his face with ease, disrupting the game he wanted to play with you. 

“shut up, you’re the worst,” you say before pouting at him, brows furrowed as a wave of childishness takes over you. “now i don’t even want to share this with you.” he drops his gaze down to the bottle in your hand but grabs it before you can step away.

“rum? really.” he’s a scotch kind of man, with gin and vodka being suitable alternatives. you know that he’s not into rum like that, but you figured you’d ask him to try this brand for fun. now all you feel is residual embarrassment; cheeks burning, you lunge your arm out to grab it, wanting to just go sit somewhere on the deck and drink alone, but kid doesn’t let you. instead, he pops the cap off, tosses it somewhere and drinks from the bottle. 

you blink several times, watching in shock as he drinks for longer than you think he will. “kid!” you yank on the bottle, annoyance building slowly as you struggle to take it back from him. “don’t drink it all,” you whine helplessly, not wanting your big brute of a captain to ruin your night. kid acquiesces, leaning back in his chair, dark orange hair falling messily over his forehead, eyes drifting down your body, drinking in the sight of you. despite the rum being a bit sweeter than he’s used to, the quality of it impresses him, but he won’t say that. not yet.

ignoring the way your body reacts to his heated looks, you pick up where you left off, taking another swig of the rum, swaying to the music that carries around the room — the notes wrapping around you, coasting along your skin as you hum along. he watches you, amusement never dwindling, tongue running along his bottom lip before he decides that enough is enough. 

“c’mere, you’re drinking it wrong,” he says, voice dripping with intent, as he pulls you to him and plucking the bottle away from you again and setting it down. for safekeeping. before you’re even able to protest, before you’re able to fuss at him over pestering you like this, kid’s hand drifts lower and grabs onto your ass playfully. you smack his chest, face burning, thighs pressing closely together, an ache shooting through you faster than you can stop it. 

before you know it, he has you seated on top of the table, whatever he was working on is momentarily forgotten and haphazardly pushed aside. you lean back on your hands, head tilted as kid stands in between your legs, anticipation crawling down your arms, wrapping itself around your chest with familiarity. breathing slowed, long lashes fluttering as you fix your eyes on him, a little tipsy and giggly, but mostly drunk off of him and his presence. “i’m waiting,” you say, voice lilting, words coasting and caressing him softly. he almost asks you what exactly you’re waiting for, the way you inadvertently short-circuited his mind for a brief second made him forget why he took the rum from you in the first place.

he reminds himself to focus, to not lose to you, because losing is absolutely unacceptable, obviously.

“open,” he instructs, and you don’t have to ask him for clarification; on command, your lips part and you leave your mouth open for him. the corners of his lips twitch as he pours more rum into your mouth; some of the tawny liquid spilling down your lips and onto your chin. you don’t mind it though, completely mesmerized by the experience, entirely too giddy over the way he hulks over you like that. his height used to intimidate you, until you wiggled your way into his life and the two of you gradually became closer; now, you can’t get enough of it.

kid places the bottle down again, fully prepared to ignore it as he leans closer and runs his tongue along your skin, lapping up the runaway drops of rum, until your lips meet. when kid kisses you, it’s as if time stops and then speeds up. it starts off short — his lips pecking yours once, twice, tongue swiping against your lips, demanding entrance. on your next exhale, he pushes closer, your breasts pressing against him through your thin shirt, nipples hardening on impact.

if it were up to him, he’d drink the remainder of the rum from your mouth. you taste sweet, forbidden, and hypnotic — plush lips inviting him to nip them needlessly, sparking a small flame deep within your abdomen that slowly spreads to the rest of your body. with shaky hands, you tug on his clothes, wanting to feel his skin on yours sooner rather than later; and kid obliges, also helping you with your own clothes, ripping your shirt accidentally through the haze of lust.

“whoops,” he says, laughing darkly at your annoyed expression. you don’t believe for a second that it was completely accidental, but kid likes pushing your buttons anyway, so did it really matter what the truth was?

sensing a retort building inside of you, he kisses you again, hand roaming along your soft body, liking the way you feel against him; all that softness will be the death of him, he’s sure of it.

likewise, you get lost in his kisses, small hands gliding along the hard planes of his body, the dips, sharp ridges of his muscles, only make your hunger that much more intolerable. you whine against his lips, your pussy wet from the sloppy kisses you exchange, his own cock hardening excitedly, precum spilling down the thick head as it leans against your stomach.

“kid,” you breathe, lips ghosting his, “just fuck me already, damn it.” the need you have for him might actually make you lose your mind at the rate he’s going. normally, you’re the one telling him to slow down — but for some reason, it’s like your body is entirely too eager. maybe it’s the rum, or maybe you’ve just fallen deeper inside whatever trap he’s laid out for you tonight. you’re not sure, and you don’t actually care to know the answer; so you forget about it, focusing on getting kid to move.

it’s laughable, the way you’re begging him, when he knows once he gets started, you’re going to sing an entirely different tune. he runs his finger — thick, rough, impatient — between the folds of your pussy, admiring the way your arousal drips onto his skin, before plunging the finger inside of you without warning. you arch your back, mouth falling open at the intrusion, panting lightly when he inserts another finger shortly after. nails digging into his skin, your hips moving forward, as if his fingers are controlling your movements, a small voice in the back of your head reminding you that you’re playing with a fire that’s much too big for you to handle.

you ignore it; when it comes to eustass kid, your self-preservation goes right out the window.

plunging his fingers in and out of you recklessly, your head spinning from all of the rum, the kissing, and him — you maybe consider that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. “w-wait, kid slow down,” your voice barely audible, drowning behind your moans and the music that’s still blasting through the room. when he finally does manage to pull his fingers out, you only have a brief moment of reprieve before he’s rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy, positioning it right in front of your entrance, he winks at your wary expression, making you even more suspicious of his motives. another complaint lodges in the back of your throat, stuck when kid pushes his cock inside of you, his girth ripping a loud moan out of you.

kid, meanwhile, is floating above the clouds, thoroughly enjoying your pussy’s feeble attempts at strangling him — those attempts do work, by the way, he’s just prideful and stubborn. snapping his hips against yours, kid pushes his cock into you deeply; the pain is worth it, though. it’s terribly addicting, the way he pulls back and thrusts into you harder, his balls slapping against your skin from the devastating pace he’s set. 

“kid, fuck, wait, wait,” you breath comes out in small pants, eyelids fluttering from the rough way that kid is fucking you. this is what you wanted, though, isn’t it? to tease him and let him have his way? if kid wasn’t so used to your subtle tricks, he’d actually be concerned. but he knows how much you like how rough he is, he knows how you like him to hold you firmly, so you can feel the full brunt of his thrusts, and he knows that no matter what, you’ll still ask him to fuck you like this again, and again, and again.

and he’s right. you can’t deny it; even if you wanted to you wouldn’t. when his hips meet yours, you wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to completely lose yourself in him, sweat already gliding down your neck, onto your clavicle, breasts bouncing against him.

“that’s it,” he coos, none-to-kindly, his tone dark, sinister, mocking, “see how well you’re taking me?” he shifts and pushes you down onto the table, your back arching off of it as he drives into you repeatedly, his thrusts turning your body into something helpless and pitiful, your words unintelligible, voice hoarse as you call his name out. he pulls out of you suddenly, much to your displeasure, folding your legs against your chest and instructing you to hold onto the backs of your thighs.

your pussy is a pretty sight to see, so naturally he slaps it hard before spitting on it. he’s so romantic, isn’t he?

you can barely think as his cock invades your pussy all over again — your warm, plush walls closing in around his length, as he angles his hips in a way that has your toes curling and a bit of drool creeping out of your mouth. it’s so tragically embarrassing, except you can’t be bothered to feel any bit of shame right now. 

with each brutal thrust, you find yourself teetering on the edge, ecstasy coloring any logic you have left in your mind, and when he kisses you again, tongue caressing yours hotly, an orgasm crashes into you. kid groans against your lips, thrusting fervently, strokes sloppier and shorter, wanting to hold out but finding himself unable to. if there’s one thing he knows, it’s that your pussy is absolutely lethal when provoked. it’s not often that you squirt, but when you do it drives him wild. “oh fuck, look at how much of a mess you’ve made.” his laughter should grate your nerves, but it doesn’t, it only makes you want to cover your face, because you hate how good he makes you feel. although, his laughter is short-lived; he powers into you, his own orgasm finding him much quicker than he anticipates, his cum is thick and hot, dripping out of you when he pulls out, spilling down onto the wooden surface of the table.

both of you sort of stay quiet, trying to catch your breaths; he runs a hand through his hair, feeling properly refreshed, almost as if a bit of weight has been lifted from his shoulders. you drop your legs, struggle to sit up, and look at him accusingly. “you’re such a damn beast,” but there isn’t a hint of venom or malice behind your words. if anything, you almost sound impressed. he chuckles at your act and just kisses you to keep you quiet.

[cutesuki--bakugou]

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Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal), Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Spanking / Whipping (with a drumstick), Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 10,418 

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Tags: @lady-bakuhoe​, @gallickingun​, @mirakumiruku​, @wakaoujisenhime​, @sunnieskies02​, @hisoknen​

Art in banner by me.

This was incredibly frustrating. Finally, after years of admiring and being an incredibly dedicated fan, you were standing in front of your favorite punk rock band. They were just a few feet from you, so close that you could reach out and touch them. How badly you wanted their full and undivided attention was near suffocating, and yet, it was so difficult for you to find the courage to speak at all. You had given them your name after you had been brought backstage for the meet up, which was a perk of the insanely expensive VIP tickets you and your friends had purchased. 

That’s all that you had been able to say. Your friend, however, was absolutely bursting with questions. You were very close to her, but damn, you wished that she would just stop talking long enough for someone else to get a word in. All day you had been brooding over what you wanted to ask, what you wanted to say to these men that had been such a huge part of your life for the last few years. Their music had inspired you, made you cry, pumped you up so much that you’d jump around your room and just jam out. But, more than that, they had saved you. You didn’t know how to explain it, or even how it happened in the first place, but you had truly begun to feel like their existence is what you lived for. 

Was that unhealthy? Probably. But who could blame you? You loved every single one of them. All five men were like your best friends, and you felt so close to them from your time following them on social media and attending their concerts. You knew them like the back of your hand, from birthdays, to favorite food, drinks, hobbies, past or current girlfriends, and you had even found out their personal telephone numbers. Had you ever called them? No, of course not. That would be creepy. 

Midoriya Izuku, the band leader and lead singer, was being the most engaging as far as answering questions. Unlike their punkish attire and aesthetic, he was like sunshine, incredibly friendly and soft with his curly green hair and freckled cheeks. He was adorable, able to make all the little fangirls scream and squeal with his grin and a cheeky wink. 

Todoroki Shouto, lead guitar and backup singer, was the quiet pretty boy of the group, breaking hearts with his intense and piercing stare. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a soft side to him, but more than anything, he was extremely dense, and his genuine confusion was what made him so desirable. 

Kirishima Eijirou, second guitar, was another ray of sunshine amongst the black clothes and punk piercings. He loved to get the crowd riled up, his endless energy and cheery personality infectious. Out of everyone, he was the most openly friendly without a hint of shyness and treated everyone like he had known them forever. 

Kaminari Denki, bass guitar, was the group idiot. He was nice, but often did and said things that could get the group into trouble or make a fool of himself in the public eye. Funny and playful, he could make anyone laugh, either from a joke or from just being a silly fool. 

Although you adored them all, one of them had you in his grip, like your heart had been locked in a vice that grew tighter every time you saw him. The fifth member, Bakugou Katsuki, was your absolute dream man. Rough, arrogant, mean, and foul mouthed, he was the bands second in command, drummer, and backup singer for moments that required his deep and gruff voice. God, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner. Boyfriend. Husband. Whatever! You wanted him so badly that you dreamed about it constantly, picturing yourself in those strong arms or having those calloused hands on your body. Much to your misfortune, he was the most private on social media, so there was still a lot about him that you didn’t know. 

That was one of his most attractive qualities to you. His mystery and his silence. What was he really like? Was he this grumpy and off putting with those close to him? Did he have a gentle side of any kind?

You wanted to know everything about him! But, standing here in front of the entire band, you were frozen, not able to make a squeak. Even your eyes were locked on the floor, unable to look up at them in fear that you would gawk a little too intensely. Or start crying. One of the two would happen, probably. 

Your chance to interact with your heroes was slipping by with each moment, however, and you didn’t know if you’d ever get to have this chance again. What did you want to say? What questions had you thought about? You had a million of them, all you had to do was just say one. Something. Anything! 

“Bakugou-!” 

The name slipped from your lips in a sharp snap, which tapered off at the end with a tremble. Just as the sweet name left your lips, your eyes darted up, catching the confused and irritated crimson glare of the blonde drummer. At first, you were taken aback by his current appearance, still flushed and sweaty from the concert performance. His blonde spiked locks were wild and unruly, bangs stuck to the sweaty skin of his forehead and cheeks. He was so handsome, all messy and hot--

“U-uhm…” Your friend that stood beside you gave you a nudge in the side, though she was unable to pull your gaze away from Bakugou, who’s annoyed snarl made your heart begin to race. “[Name], I was about to ask something else…” 

“What’d you want to say, you damn shitty extra.” Bakugou barked at you, ignoring your friends' whine at being interrupted. “Don’t just bark out my name and then stand there like a fucking moron.” That gruff and demanding voice was intoxicating, making you involuntarily clench your thighs together and clutch at the fabric of your skirt.

“I… I was wanting to know. Uhm,” Your eyes darted across his face and his chest as you tried to think of what you had been wanting to ask him. You couldn’t remember for the life of you, but as your gaze landed on the piercing he had on the bridge of his nose, a thought popped into your head and curiosity flourished instantly. “How many piercings do… do you have?” 

Bakugou’s eyebrow cocked in initial confusion at the question, before returning to its usual furrowed position. “The fuck? That’s kind of personal, ain’t it?” 

“I’ll tell you how many I have.” You weren’t sure if the teasing, flirtatious sound of your voice was purposeful or not, but just hearing yourself made the tips of your ears flush. “Five types… Nine piercings total. I bet you beat me on that, hm?” 

“Tch, that’s fucking nothing, you little punk poser. I have nine types, thirteen total.” Bakugou shoved his hands into the pockets of his loose shorts, pulling the fabric down just enough to show the skin of his left hip and a peak of his boxers. One of the stated piercings gleamed in the light once exposed, and it took all your willpower to not hyper focus on it. “Not like you’ll ever know them all or see them.” 

“I bet I could guess.” “You’d fucking fail, moron-”

“A-ah, let’s not!” Midoriya interrupted, giving a nervous laugh and a wave of his hand to pull your attention off Bakugou. “We’re not here to talk about such personal things, you know! Right, Kacchan?” 

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, giving an annoyed click of his tongue. “I’m not in the mood for this bullshit.” 

“Why?” You once again spoke without thinking. “Because you missed your cue during Collide?” The accusation immediately had Bakugou’s eyes widening in surprise before he scoffed, glaring crimson daggers at you.  

“Well aren’t you just a fucking super fan.” 

“I try to be.” Although you knew that he wasn’t kind to you, the fact that he noticed your extreme interest in the band made your cheeks flush, looking down at the ground between your black combat boots. The t-shirt you had paired with your skirt was your favorite that you owned of the bands merchandise, and just seeing it as you gaze down over your chest made your stomach bubble nervously. Was it really that obvious? Was it weird to him? Did he like it? 

“Ah, well, anyway!” Your friend piped in again, taking a step closer to Midoriya with a sparkle in her eyes. “Deku! Please, tell us about your girlfriend!” 

Midoriya instantly went into his flustered state of rubbing the back of his head, his stuttering and embarrassed gibberish cracking with his exhausted voice, leaving you once again off to the sidelines. With a small, quiet sigh, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, more questions burning on the tip of your tongue. In your down casted vision, you saw Bakugou’s feet shift, and there wasn’t a second thought in your mind about looking up at him. Your gaze immediately locked with his, which was still a dark and threatening glare. 

Your heart instantly skipped a beat, the heat in your cheeks growing hotter. Had he already been looking at you? Why was he glaring so intensely? You didn’t think that he would get upset with the mention of his mistake that you had pointed out, but perhaps he had gotten embarrassed? In truth, you hadn’t meant your statement to be argumentative in any way. You were more concerned about him. Messing up during a performance was a big deal, and though most people might not have noticed, you were curious if it was eating at him or if he just doesn’t care. 

Then, he made a move that you didn’t expect. With a quiet click of his tongue, he began to make his way out of the room, only stopping at the door when Kirishima spoke up. 

“Woah, man, where are you going?” The redhead interrupted Midoriya, who also looked at Bakugou curiously. 

“I work a lot harder than all of you assholes during a show! I’m sick of fucking standing around, and these losers aren’t even interesting. I’ll be in my room.” Before anyone could stop him, the door slammed shut with his exit, and you turned your attention to Midoriya as he sighed. 

“A-aha, I’m sorry about Kacchan! He’s uh… he doesn’t like meetups much.” 

“That’s a shame…” You mumbled under your breath, already missing his presence. You could still feel that glare on you, so threatening and dangerous. This had been your chance to really make yourself stand out from the crowd and show him how genuinely interested you were in him, and you wasted it. You cared about him more than these other women that fawned over him like brainless zombies. You were perfect for him. You knew you were, without a doubt, and you wanted him. 

It was true that the rest of the band members were close to your heart, that you admired all of them as your heroes. But Bakugou… You had just ruined your chance to talk with him and get to know him. 

There wasn’t anything else you could do.

“Is there a bathroom I can use?” Your question once again popped out of your mouth during the middle of a conversation, though instead of stopping it, Kirishima smiled at you sweetly. His kind face and gentle touch to your arm to lead you away from the group so he could talk to you had your heart racing, almost too scared to take a step in fear that you’d trip with how distracted you were by his face. 

“Yeah, babe. Go left down the hall, you’ll see it marked. Don’t get yourself into trouble, m’kay?” 

B-babe? Aahh, why would he call me that? He’s too sweet for his own good. Cheeks flushing, you gave a small nod, thanking him quietly before heading out of the room, taking a final quick glance at the group behind you to catch Kirishima giving you a playful wave. Of course, by the time you stepped outside into the hallway, Bakugou had already vanished. Using what you had remembered of the route to get to this room from backstage, you hadn’t seen anything that was labeled as a changing room for any of the men. So, you went left down the hall as you had originally been instructed, glancing at each door you passed to see if there were any names scribbled on the dry erase board many of them sported. 

Your heart nearly stopped when you finally saw it. Bakugou Katsuki, written in red marker with a shitty doodle of what looked to be a hand holding up the middle finger, along with the words “fuck off”. Before going in, you took a moment to press your ear up against the door, listening closely to see if there were any signs of life. There wasn’t a single sound or hint of movement, so gathering your courage and glancing up and down the hall for danger, you took hold of the doorknob, your heart beginning to race as it moved without resistance. 

With a quiet click, the door opened, not making another sound as you cracked it just enough to look inside. The lights were on, and your suspicions that he hadn’t been inside were confirmed. Feeling a bit discouraged, you considered just going back to the room to finish off your time with the rest of the band. That would probably be enough to satisfy your longing for them, right? The others could be great company, and maybe Bakugou would come back before you left. 

But, deep in your chest, you could feel the need to be with Bakugou alone to talk to him one on one. You wanted his attention more than anything, and you knew that there wasn’t going to be another chance for you to see him this close again any time soon. No, you couldn’t run away. You had already come too far to back out now. What’s the worst he could do? Kick you out? Call security to have you removed? Call you names? Press you up against the wall and threaten you? 

Ah, well, maybe that wasn’t all that bad. You’d probably melt in his hands and collapse on the floor in a blushing puddle of tears if he so much as touched you. 

Gathering your resolve, you pushed yourself on into the room, walking lightly and glancing this way and that to make sure he wasn’t just laying on some furniture or something to take a nap. Feeling confident that he wasn’t in the room, you shut the door behind you with a light click, taking a few timid steps into the room. Almost instantly, you were completely engulfed by the scent of his body spray, which you had only been faintly able to pick up while in the group. It was such a powerful scent, bold and intense, just like him. How quickly just the simple scent of him made your core burning hot was a bit staggering, feeling your knees already growing weak and your chest growing tight. 

This is harder than I thought… Just from smelling him like this I feel like I’m going crazy. And he’s not even in here! I should leave before I get too distracted… But… This is his stuff! 

Beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed being in the presence of Bakugou’s possessions, your teary gaze scanned the room methodically, surprised to see that the room was actually very well kept. With his brash personality, you more expected Bakugou’s personal space to be a wreck, but the only thing that was really out of place was a small pile of clothes tossed aside next to a suitcase. A desire to be close to Bakugou driving you, there wasn’t a moment of hesitation as you made your way towards it, squatting down. Right on top was the tank top he had just been wearing, still soaked with his sweat. It was the most recent thing that had touched his body. It still had his essence all over it. How could you just leave it there? 

Picking it up, you brought the shirt up to your nose, inhaling deeply. It was absolutely delicious, your body quivering from the excitement and adrenaline beginning to pump through your veins. You were actually holding one of Bakugou’s sweaty shirts in your hands, one that he had just performed in! This was absolutely real. It wasn’t a dream!

Becoming overwhelmed with your feelings for him, you flopped back to sit on your butt, spreading your legs open. Since you were wearing fishnet hose with decently large holes, you had direct access to your already soaked pussy, the little lace thong easily moved aside. Now, all that existed to you was the scent wafting off his shirt and your fingers eagerly stroking your sex, alternating between stroking your clit and digging two of your fingers inside you. The cloth of the t-shirt pressed up against your lips and nose, you panted and moaned softly against it, imagining that you were right up against his chest, his fingers teasing your cunt. 

You were so engrossed in your fantasy that you could even hear him taunting you, that deep growl of his voice in your ear. 

“That’s right, babygirl. You like when I finger that slutty pussy, don’t you?” 

“You’re so fucking wet, you little whore. Dripping all for me.” 

“Getting horny just from the smell on my clothes? You dirty fuck.” 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” 

The sudden rattling boom of a familiar yell startled you out of your pleasant daydream, turning your moan into a squeal as you nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, you were met with the wide-eyed shocked crimson glare of your dream man, who was standing halfway in the room, as if he had stopped in his tracks upon seeing you. All you could do was sit there in shock, still holding his shirt up to your face as your other hand tried to pull your skirt down between your legs, as if to hide your sin. 

“I,” Stuttering, you tried to gather yourself, clenching your thighs together tightly. “I, uhm, Bakugou, it’s not- How’d you… get in?” 

His shocked expression contorted into one of confusion, then into annoyance, his brows furrowed deeply as he startled at you. “Are you fucking kidding me? You didn’t lock the door, ya dumb cunt.” Walking the rest of the way inside, he slammed the door shut loudly behind him, startling you again enough to scurry back against the wall, your knees pulled up to your chest protectively. “What the fuck are you even questioning me for? You’re the horny bitch sitting on my floor sniffing my fucking clothes and touching yourself.” Without having to look back at the doorknob, Bakugou gave the little lock a twist, setting the latch firmly in place. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you could only stare at him, your eyes captivated by that fierce glare. How hot he made you only intensified now that he was back in your presence, and more than that, the asshole was even shirtless. His flawless muscular figure made your mouth feel dry, as if any and all liquid your body could produce was pooling between your legs. It was everything you could do not to start touching yourself again, clutching onto his shirt with both hands tightly. “I… I’m sorry. I just… I-” 

“You’re just a damn psycho fan, aren’t ya?” Reaching up to give his hair a quick ruffle, Bakugou started making his way towards you, his ruined and ragged skater shoes squeaking against the smooth wooden floor. “I’m surprised you didn’t rip your shirt off during the fucking concert and throw your bra on stage.” 

“I’m not stupid like those girls… I have dignity. And I don’t want a bunch of other people seeing my tits anyway.” Your voice lowered down to a meek whisper by the time he stood in front of you, both of his hands on his hips, as if he were about to scold you like an angry parent. With him so close, your eyes glanced over every inch of his bare torso, drinking in how absolutely flawless he was. What was even more enticing was the piercings he had so proudly boasted about not long ago, a pair of them placed on his collarbones, nipples, and hips. 

“Tch, dignity?” Bakugou scoffed, a sly smirk crossing his lips. “‘Dignity’, the little slut says, as she sits on the floor in my dressing room fucking herself to the stench on my shirt. Pathetic.” 

“What are… Are you going to kick me out?” 

“There’s a lot that I could do to you,” Bakugou’s smirk turned wicked, his lips curling up to show his gums. “But how about you tell me what the fuck you were doing in here?” 

“I just… I really wanted to get an autograph or picture with you. You’re my,” Your breath caught in your throat, not wanting to let it slip that he was your absolute dream man. “You’re my favorite band member.” 

“Then what are you doing with my clothes?” 

An intense burning suddenly rushed to your cheeks with a new round of embarrassment, and with it came the stinging sensation of tears building up in your eyes. What had you been doing? You had just wanted to talk to him more, to get to know him better, and just spend time with your hero. And yet, you had let yourself get completely overwhelmed by a burning desire for him, one that was just too strong to ignore in the moment of solitude with his possessions. You knew that you had a very intense crush on him, but that bad and that… gross? You had told yourself over and over that you weren’t like the desperate women who would do anything filthy to get his attention, yet here you were, sniffing his clothes and touching yourself. 

“I… I don’t know what I was doing.” Your voice quivered as you avoided looking at him, trying to blink the tears away. “That was really gross of me. I had just… wanted to see you in private. I wasn’t getting a chance to talk to you, to any of you, and… I just wanted my chance.” 

“You wanted your chance, eh?” Bakugou brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were in thought, contemplating his options. “So much that you’d sneak into my room, to wait for me or try to corner me?” 

Swallowing the lump that had grown in your throat, you coward down back against the wall, wishing that you could just shrink away in shame. Your impulses had completely ruined your chances. He had to think you were a total freak by now, he’d never want to even give you the time of day. 

“Ya know,” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, taking a half step closer to you. His posture and presence over you was so aggressive and domineering that you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, only pulling your legs up tighter to your chest to try and get further away from him. “You talk all big, saying that you’re not like those other extras out there that’ll drop their pants in seconds for me. That you have ‘dignity’. But I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re just like those other sluts out there, a stupid whore that is driven by nothing but her cunt.” 

You gave a small shake of your head, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the swirling in your stomach from how he was treating you. You couldn’t believe it was turning you on so much. “No, I… That isn’t what I wanted.” 

“I think it is. You’re disgusting. Nothing but a filthy super fan and a stalker. Why don’t you just admit it?” 

“Because… It’s not true. I love you, but not… It’s not all like that.” 

“If you loved me, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” The change in tone caught you off guard, his voice no longer accusatory and vicious. Instead, his growl was almost soothing, as if he were trying to calm your frantic thoughts of failure. “You’d do anything to stay in the same room as me. To just be able to fucking look at me or get a shitty autograph, hm?” 

“I would… yes.” Your heart racing, you tried to blink away the tears still prickling in your eyes, but they were persistent. “But if you want me to leave, I’ll… do that, too. I shouldn’t have come here like this in the first place…” 

“You regret it?” Bakugou moved his hands back to his hips, his fingers resting against the pristine shape of his hips with such rugged and confident posture. You were so conflicted on your feelings, and that question only made your throat grow tight. Did you regret it? All your actions up to this point had gotten you here, alone in his room with him, and no matter what the interaction was or may end up being, just getting to be here was a dream come true. 

But what would you do? Would you really do anything he asked of you? Anything? In truth, you didn’t think that you had the courage and you would just annoy him until he kicked you out. What would he even want from you in the first place? You weren’t innocent enough to not have noticed the bulge beneath the zipper of his shorts, pressing up into the fabric. Was this entire situation, having you cowering on the floor in front of him like this, actually turning him on? Did he… like you, then? Was he attracted to you? 

“I asked you a question.” Bakugou snapped when you didn’t answer him, leaning forward a bit to glower down at you with that typical snarl. 

“I don’t… I don’t regret it. I just don’t want to upset you.” 

“Aw, don’t want to upset me, eh?” With a click of his tongue, Bakugou’s snarl stretched into a smirk. “Poor little stalker, scared to upset me. Don’t worry, babygirl. Just do what I ask, and you won’t upset me.” 

“Really? You’re not upset?” 

“Not at all, babe. But you have to do what I say. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” The condescending growl of his voice was lost to you, only able to latch on to the pet names and hope of getting back on his good side.

“Yes.” 

“Because you’re not like those other girls. You're my number one fan. Aren’t you?” 

A new burning of heat and tears flared up, unable to stop the happy smile on your lips. “Yes. Yes! I am! I love you so much-”

“Get on your knees.” 

Smile faltering, you were confused by the demand, looking up at Bakugou through your gathered tears. “What?” 

“Get on your fucking knees.” Bakugou snapped again, the gleam in his glare almost… sinister. Still, there was something in you that begged for you to comply, and just like your impulses earlier, you couldn’t ignore it. Squeezing the fabric of his shirt tightly in your hands, you slowly shifted yourself up onto your knees as demanded, though the space between him and the wall was limited. Worried about your face being too close to his crotch, you sat back mostly on your legs, but he was quick to correct you. 

“All the way up on your knees.” 

Nibbling at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself up to be kneeling, your eyes glancing and looking everywhere but at the crotch of his baggy blank punk shorts, which reached his knees and ended in tattered fabric. The chains on both hips rattled lightly as he shifted his weight to his other foot, and that slight sound pulled your eyes to look at them, and thus at his crotch. At this angle, you could truly see how strained he was, the form of his cock clearly visible. The heat in your cheeks grew fiercer just thinking about what was just a few inches from your nose, and what was worse, the smell of him was overwhelming all your senses. He must have just recently reapplied his spray after sweating like mad for hours on end, but even his natural scent was enticing. 

“What are you looking at, babe?” 

Bakugou’s voice broke you out of your stupor, bringing you to look up at his face. “Nothing… Just, well…” Your voice tapered off, unable to find it within you to ask him. He obviously had a boner, but what the hell did that mean?

“Open your mouth. Keep those pretty eyes on my face.” His commands had grown softer, as if he were purring at you to keep you compliant. Opening your mouth as told, you peered up at him through your lashes, tilting your head back a little. The way his smirk grew had your skin tingling, but that isn’t what had all your attention. Your focus was on his hips, listening to the rustling of fabric and watching the movement of his arms through your peripheral vision. “Good girl. Now stick out your tongue. And don’t move.” 

Slowly, your tongue lolled out, and the low groan he gave in satisfaction of your obedience had you opening your mouth wider. As you sat there waiting for him, you could feel the saliva beginning to dribble down your chin and along the length of your tongue, gathering in a slick pool before dripping off the tip of your tongue to the floor. 

Suddenly, you felt a hard and hot presence slap against your tongue, making you squeak and recoil back. Though, before you could get far, your hair was in Bakugou’s fist, yanking you back up into position and peering up at him in shocked fear. He was visibly agitated, but his smirk was still wide, teeth bared. 

“What do you think you’re doing, slut? I said don’t move. You told me you’d do anything I say.” 

Trembling now, you pulled your gaze from his to look at his hips, pressing your lips together tightly as you gazed upon his erect cock. As he held it steady with his free hand, you couldn’t help but take in every detail, from the girth and length, the prominent veins and ridges, and the frenum barbell piercing nestled just under the blushing head. It was truly the most attractive cock you had ever seen in your life, and a fire began to rage in your core as you realized that was what had just hit your tongue. 

Bakugou’s cock… He… He wants me to suck him off? What if I’m not good enough… I shouldn’t! 

You could feel the heat of your essence beginning to dribble down your thighs, your poor excuse for underwear and hose completely soaked through. You could feel the throbbing all the way into your stomach, and it was impossible to deny that you were the horniest you had ever been. But this isn’t what you had expected or wanted to do. Was it? 

“That’s what you said, isn’t it?” Bakugou pulled your head a bit closer, giving you a few rough smacks to the cheek with his impressive cock. “You would do anything for me.” With your lips still tightly closed, he ran the tip of his cock across them, smearing his precum along your skin. “So be a good girl and give my cock a little kiss. Be sweet, now.” 

Although the demand was embarrassing, the pressure of his grip on your hair and his cock literally at your lips made you feel like you truly didn’t have a choice. He was in control of all of this. He could do anything he wanted. He could get you arrested, even. You had to do what he said, not only for your own benefit, but because you adored him. So, you placed a tender kiss right beneath the head, your eyes fluttering closed. Abandoning the t-shirt in your hands, you reached up to softly caress his cock, using your grip to move it up to give you more access to the underside. Your kisses were quite timid at first, but as one lingered against the underside of his shaft, the pulsing you could feel against your lips made your body ache. 

Eventually, your kisses became more passionate, even giving light suckles and little kitten licks, teasing the piercing and the sensitive head. Hearing him groan with the attention pulled your eyes up to look at him, a bit surprised to see that his cheeks were quite flushed, and his smirk had faded. Was he really enjoying this? 

Bracing himself against the wall with his free hand, Bakugou only further crushed you with his overwhelming presence and dominance, making you pause in worry. “Good girl. Now open your fucking mouth.” 

The instant your lips parted wide enough, Bakugou simultaneously pulled your head and pressed his hips forward, shoving his cock into your mouth, the tip stopping at the back of your tongue. Squeaking and groaning in surprise of the forced entry, you clutched on tightly to his thighs, only just having noticed that his shorts had fallen around his feet. His boxers had simply been pushed down out of the way, but the elastic kept them up on his hips for now. You were unable to move, his grip on your hair too tight to pull back. He didn’t want you to do the work? 

“That’s it, baby. Keep that mouth nice and open for my cock. You don’t gag easily do you?” You could hear the feigned concern in the question, and the only answer you could give is a furrow of your brow, new tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “Oh well. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” 

It was then that Bakugou began to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth slow and shallow. You were actually surprised that he started out so cautious, but you could tell that the pleasure was beginning to grow quickly. “Fuck babe, you’re such a good little slut for me.” Ever so slightly, he began to thrust faster and deeper, until the tip of his cock was hitting against the back of your throat. You were lucky that you didn’t have a strong gag reflex, as you knew that anyone who did would have already puked all over him. But you could take it. You could take it for him, to let him have his way with you just to stay with him a little longer. 

Though, you were finding that it was difficult, breathing in through your nose and trying to distract yourself from the burning in your jaw. Each thrust had your nose touching his pelvis and his balls slapping against your chin, which was coated in drool that dripped freely. It was so difficult to handle him, in fact, that you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks, only further displacing your already ruined makeup from crying earlier. You were a mess already, but the fire within you didn’t falter. If not for needing to grip onto his thighs to keep you balanced, you would be touching yourself again, the craving for your own pleasure just as suffocating as the dick in your throat. 

Still, your struggles were worth it. You got to watch Bakugou’s expression, his brow no longer furrowed in anger but in pleasure, his eyes glazed over with the undying need for release. His face was flushed and sweat was already beginning to drip down along his skin, his body still affected by the intense performance he hadn’t finished not even an hour ago. The way his body moved, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your grip on his thighs. He was so gorgeous. 

You had expected him to finish in your mouth, but after some time of fucking your throat raw, he stopped, holding the back of your head as he dug his cock as deep in as he could. You groaned and whined from the pressure, wishing desperately for relief while pushing on his thighs. With his own groan and hiss of pleasure, Bakugou pulled out of your mouth slowly, his smirk returning as he took in the sight of you. “You should see yourself. Filthy. Keep your tongue out.” When he finally removed himself completely, you took in a deep breath, gasping and panting to try and recover from the brutality you had to endure. Your tongue, however, stayed out as he demanded, allowing him to rub the underside of his tip against it. 

“You’re fuckin’ hot, you know that? So fucking sexy. I bet you have a nice tight little pussy, too.” After a few rough slaps of his cock against your tongue, he took a step back, stepping out of his shorts as he did so as well as his shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. “Stand the fuck up.” 

Swallowing hard, you took the moment of getting to your feet to wipe your chin of the mess of liquids, but you didn’t get much time to steady yourself. Snatched by the arm, Bakugou dragged you over a few feet towards the couch, grabbing you once again by the hair and forcing you down over the armrest. The couch was quite tall, so with your upper body pressed into the cushions and your hips snuggly in place against the armrest, you could barely touch the floor with your tiptoes. It was another uncomfortable position, but you ignored the pressure on your belly as your ass was suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room, your skirt flipped up out of the way. 

“Fuck you have a nice ass.” Gripping your backside with both hands firmly, Bakugou squeezed and spread you open, taking in the pleasant view. “What a fucking punk poser you are with these shitty fishnets. They don’t even do shit.” Digging his fingers into the holes along your crotch, he gave a rough yank, ripping the fabric open to give him easy access. “Holy fucking shit, you should see how wet you are, babygirl.” 

You whimpered at the feeling of his thumb stroking along your sex, the slick that coated your skin giving him no resistance. You could feel it, all over your inner thighs and aching cunt, but now your favorite person in the entire world could see it, too. He could see how wet he made you, how getting tossed around by him made you feel. 

I… I didn’t agree to all of this. I know it isn’t right. I didn’t want it to go this far, but… How can I stop him? Why would I stop him? He’s… I love him so much! I want him to touch me, even though I know I shouldn’t--

Your thoughts were cut off by your own gasp, your body tensing and legs bending at the knee involuntarily at the sudden pleasure that rocked through your body. You knew what it was, his tongue hot and eager against your clit as he ate you out. The sounds of him lapping at your cunt and grunting in delight at the taste of you had your mind spinning, the pleasure devouring your body. Not wanting to be heard by anyone outside, you moaned and gasped into the fabric of the couch cushion, digging your nails into it as you did everything you could to not writhe out of his grip. 

You were so sensitive to his touch that you could feel everything, from his nails digging into your hips to the way his tongue piercing slid across your clit. It was as if he knew exactly how to use it to be able to drive you completely insane, the hard metal sending shocks of lightning through your body with each stroke and flick. 

“Ba-Bakugou, ahh-!” You tugged and pulled at the couch cushion in your grip, digging the toes of your boots into the floor. “It’s too much! Wait--!” 

“Too much? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? You can take anything I give you.” As he stood back up, you looked up at him over your shoulder, having to peek through your messy hair to see him. That wicked and excited smirk was back, and you were only able to watch as he gripped your ass in his hands, sliding his cock between your cheeks to coat himself in your essence. “And I know what you want me to give to you. You want my dick inside you, babygirl?” 

Immediately, you stomach rolled nervously, eyes on the tip of his cock and the precum dribbling from it. You were on birth control, there wasn’t necessarily anything risky about that, but there was something else that pricked at the back of your mind. If you did this with him, then you knew that you could never settle for another man. You would want him forever, as you always had, but would you ever get a chance like this again? Would you ever even see him again after today? 

It doesn’t matter… I’ll do it! 

“Yes! Yes, Bakugou, I want you.” You were surprised as he leaned away from you for a moment, though what he was doing was quickly made clear as he came back into full view with a drumstick. The way that it was beaten and chipped told you that it was one he had used that performance, and the other was probably close by, set to be discarded or handed out to fans. 

“And why do you want me?” Bakugou dug the stick into your hose, giving a sharp yank to further rip the delicate fabric and expose more of your ass to him fully. “Just because I’m your favorite of the band?” 

“No!” You couldn’t help but become defensive. “I… I care about you more than that!” You bit down onto your bottom lip as he began to run the tip of the stick across your skin towards your cunt, mind racing with thoughts of what he was going to do with it. You could still feel and see his cock between your cheeks, hot and pulsing, and you were honestly surprised that he could hold out to tease you this long. Just seeing you like this, bent over and so submissive, was enough to keep him going long enough to torture you a bit. 

“You love me? Even though I’ve slapped you, pulled your hair, and fucked your throat until you went hoarse? Even though I have your ass bent over the couch and haven’t given you any more than a few minutes of pleasure?” Suddenly, he brought the stick down hard onto your ass, making you yelp out and tremble beneath him. The pain was so good! You wanted that again, and you received it without having to ask, a moan slipping from your lips. 

“Yes! I’ll love you no matter what you do to me! Always! I love it when you throw me around and use me like this! Please, use me more! I’m your little slut, Bakugou--” You were silenced as he leaned over you, his palm pressing into the side of your face and pushing the hair roughly away from obscuring your flushed and teary features. Now with your full attention, Bakugou smirked, narrowing his eyes at you. 

“No, no, my pet. Call me by my name.” 

The heat that rushed to your face made even his burning palms feel cool, trying to blink the tears away as they rushed down the side of your nose to soak into the couch. Was he being serious? He wanted you to call him by name… by his first name. Something that he never allowed anyone but those close to him to do, and you had seen him on more than one occasion snap at people when they did it. He was huge on respect and feeling dominant over others, so to him, his given name was sacred. 

“Ka… Katsuki…” You couldn’t speak any louder than an airy whisper, though his reaction was enough to tell you that he enjoyed it. Smirk growing, Bakugou sat up from over your back, his fingers curling into your ruined hair as he began to rut his hips against you. His cock stroked slowly against your ass, his tip teasingly pressing into your cunt before slipping up back between your cheeks. 

“Again.” The drumstick still in his free hand, he brought it down hard onto the already abused and welted cheek, right as your voice had begun to leave your lips. 

“Ka-ah! Katsuki!” With another whack, your body instinctively tried to shift away from him, though all it did was off set his cock. His tip slipped into you, making you pause, both from the feeling and from the irritated growl that left his chest. 

“What a naughty little bitch, trying to get me to fuck you before I say so.” 

“N-no, it was just--” 

“-- Well if you want it so fucking bad, I’ll give it to you!” Abandoning your hair and the drumstick, he gripped your hips tightly in both hands, sinking his cock into you with one quick snap of his hips. “I’ll show you who fucking owns you!” 

You didn’t have time to think or respond as he began to fuck you, fast and hard. Already, the pleasure was overwhelming, rolling through your body like electricity. It was perfect, everything you had ever imagined and more. The way he filled you up to the absolute brim, not leaving a single inch of you untouched, had the coil in your core tightening so quickly that you couldn’t even think about how to restrain it. You were going to cum very quickly, and you had never wanted to so badly in your life. 

“How does my cock feel inside you, slut?” 

“G-good,” You struggled to choke out a response behind your moans, which squeaked with surprise as he picked up the pace. “It feels good!” 

“You want to cum all over it, don’t you?” 

“Yes!” 

“Beg for it.” 

At first, you couldn’t even comprehend what he was asking you, your mind growing hazy to everything but the pleasure. “I… please!” You reached back, clutching onto his hand tightly, digging your nails into his skin in hopes that it would keep him latched to you. “Please! Please let me cum, Katsuki! I want to cum all over your cock! I love it!” 

When the pleasure stopped, all you could do was sit there in shock, the emptiness you felt as he pulled out of you making your stomach sink. Had you said the wrong thing? Before you could really ask him, you were grabbed by the elbows and lifted up off the couch, your body flipped so you were sitting on the armrest with your legs now loosely hooked around his hips. In the next moment, his strong arms were around your body, one hooked around your hips to pull them snug against his own while the other supported your upper body. What shocked you more than that was the fierceness of his lips against yours, kissing you with intense passion and aggressiveness that you couldn’t help but to give in. 

Wrapping your arms around his torso, you moaned and gasped softly into the kiss, his hips once again rutting against yours to stroke his length against your clit. For a moment, things seemed to feel different than they had during this entire experience. It wasn’t as if he were using you anymore, doing everything entirely for his own benefit. Instead, his touch was attentive, caressing you and moving your body into position without force. Even the way he kissed you was quick to change, from dominating your mouth to a more tender sweetness. You didn’t ever want it to end, but you allowed it when he pulled away, gazing up into his piercing crimson gaze as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I want to see that pretty face when you cum.” The growl against your lips was teetering on threatening, as if he were warning you to not even think about turning away or hiding your face in his shoulder. “I want to see how good my cock makes you feel, baby. So cum all over it like a good girl.” As he began to sink his cock into you slowly, you couldn’t control your reactions to it, Your eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as he bottomed out inside you, even biting down onto your bottom lip as you whined. 

“Yes, Katsuki--” Your voice hitched as he began to thrust into you again, his cock reaching even deeper inside you that it had been before. “--Please watch my face… See how happy you make me!” 

“That’s right, you slut. That’s because you belong to me, don’t you? You’d do anything for me.” As he fucked you, he relied on your grip on him to keep you up, both of his hands moving to grip your hips again. As the pleasure began to boil, you dug your nails into his back, your voice spiking as he became rougher with the added pain. 

“Yes! Yes, anything! I’ll be your little slut forever, Katsuki! Just please don’t stop!” It was impossible to tear your eyes away from his even if you wanted to, but it was more than just the fact that they were intoxicating. He may have wanted to watch your face for the visual expressions of pleasure, but he didn’t realize that his demand to keep your eyes on him gave away more than he probably had expected to. There was no anger or frustration that you had seen before. Instead, he seemed absolutely overwhelmed with the pleasure himself, just as you were, and the flushing of his cheeks paired with his upwards furrowed brow gave him almost a… desperate look. Like he was pushing himself to make sure he was fucking you as well as he possibly could. 

Was he feeling some self-consciousness about all of this, too? Or regret for pushing you to this, unwillingly at first? You didn’t know, and you knew in the end he wouldn’t tell you if you asked. 

“Fucking hell, babygirl, your pussy is so fucking tight,” Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours again, wrapping his arms back around your waist to hold you closer, both to the edge of the armrest and his body. “You’re the best fuck I’ve had in months. I hope you’re ready for my cum all over that pretty face--” 

“No!” You moved your arms to wrap around his neck instead, one hand pressing against the back of his head with fingers tangled in his hair. “Come inside me! Please, Katsuki, I want you to fill me up! It’s okay--” Your voice cracked with a cry of pleasure, your encouragement pushing him to fuck you harder and deeper. 

“Then cum for me, bitch. Cum all over my cock.” 

With that command, you couldn’t hold the coil still any longer. It shattered with his movements inside you, each rough hit of his tip against your cervix only prolonging your orgasm and sending wave after wave of harsh pleasure through your body. Trembling, you squeezed onto him tightly, clutching a fist full of his hair and kissing him roughly, moaning and sighing softly into the kiss as he didn’t give you a moment to breathe. Within moments after your climax, his thrusts became slower and erratic, before he was finally able to release. 

Groaning and cursing against your lips, Bakugou kept his gaze locked with yours, not giving you any room to move or pull back as he came inside you. How hot it was coating your walls made you shiver, squeezing his hips with your thighs and pulling yourself in closer. It was an incredible high, and as you both came down from it together, you both loosened your grip on each other. 

For a moment, you stayed connected, your head on his shoulder with your forehead pressed against his neck, able to feel his pulse against your skin and his chest heaving against yours. Had all of this really just happened? You were pressed up against your crush, his arms wrapped around you with one large hand stroking up and down your back softly. It was so strange compared to his aggressive demeanor just moments before. You knew that it should have made you happy, but instead, all it did was confuse you, and you felt a new wave of tears rush down your flushed cheeks. 

Able to feel your tears run down his chest, Bakugou gave a click of his tongue, prying you off him with little pressure. In the same moment, he slipped his semi flaccid dick from within your still aching cunt, pulling his boxers back into place to cover himself. “Fucking crying again? Seriously?” 

Steadying yourself on the armrest with your hands, you kept your gaze downcast, squeezing your legs together as you could feel his cum beginning to leak out. “I’m sorry, Bakugou, I just--” 

“--Katsuki!” 

His loud correction made you jump, looking up at his face in shock as he glowered down at you. His cheeks were still flushed red, but you were unsure if it was from the exertion of what you had just done or from something else. Reaching over, Bakugou wiped your cheeks roughly with his thumbs, before giving you a bump to the bottom of your chin, as if telling you to cheer up. “I already fucking told you, psycho fan. Katsuki.” 

“Right. I… should I leave now?” 

Unsure of what to do with yourself, you stared up at Bakugou expectantly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. With another click of his tongue, Bakugou bent over and snatched the forgotten drum stick up off the floor, taking a few steps away towards the vanity that was neatly organized with what you assumed he wore during a performance. Picking up what looked like a marker, Bakugou wrote something on the thick end of the drumstick, before presenting it to you. “Here.” 

Feeling your throat begin to close up as nerves began to take hold of you, it took you a moment to even find the courage to look at the stick, scared of what he might have written on it. Of course, it was probably just his autograph, which he had promised you at the beginning of all this. There wasn’t much time to look at it, though, before Bakugou huffed, shoving it against your chest and forcing you to grab it. “Take the damn thing!” 

Body still feeling quite weak, you squeaked as you fell backwards onto the couch from his push, clutching the drumstick tightly. You could see the tips of Bakugou’s ears flush as he scoffed, pointing towards the door that led out into the hallway. It was… cute. 

“Will you get out! Fuck, you’ve wasted enough of my time for now, go back to your friends!” 

For now…? 

Sitting up, you took a moment to fix your hair and wipe your face again, using the edge of your shirt to help you. “Do I look clean enough?” 

“You look just as fucking hot as you did when I first walked in. Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.” Walking over towards his pile of laundry, Bakugou picked up the shirt he had caught you with, tossing it at you and hitting you in the face. “And take that shit with you! You like it so much; you can have it.” 

Clutching both of your new prized possessions close to your chest, you hopped up like an excited child, smiling wide and squealing as you hopped towards the door. “Aahh, thank you, Katsuki! Thank you! I’m… sorry again for intruding…” 

“Yeah, and I’m sorry for the welts on your ass. Now fuck off!” Bakugou barked again, trying to rush you out for whatever reason. Stepping outside, you couldn’t help but take a moment to lean back against the wall when the door shut, breathing heavily and blushing fiercely. In truth, you weren’t sure what to make of that entire endeavor, thrown into a confusing mix of shame, embarrassment, arousal, and longing. You shouldn’t have done that, and yet, you just didn’t want to leave his side. 

“Got a little lost, didn’t ya, babe?” 

The squeal that left your lips was quickly doused by the t-shirt in your hand, jumping and nearly slamming yourself back against the wall in shock of the unexpected voice. Standing across the hall was Kirishima, whose presence you were surprised you didn’t notice immediately. The mischievous smirk on his lips quickly widened into a pleasant grin, uncrossing his arms and pushing himself off the wall to stand up straight. Had he been waiting for you to come out?

“You skipped the bathroom, you know! It’s down that way. I decided to come look for you before we were forced to call security guards, but I guess Bakugou found you first.” 

“A-ah, sorry! I… saw him go in his room and I just wanted an autograph.” Holding your treasures close to your chest, your stomach rolled nervously as Kirishima leaned in closer, his eyes locked on the visible part of the drumstick. 

“Aahh, I get it! Bakugou can be kind of a jerk, I’m surprised! But uh… if you want to convince anyone else that you were just getting an autograph, you should really go to the bathroom. I’m sure Bakugou didn’t give you a mirror, but you look like you had a real good time.” You could hear the tone in his voice lower from friendly to flirtatious, and you quickly tried to fix your hair. 

“H-he told me I looked fine!” 

“To him you probably do. May I?” Still grinning with a friendly disposition, you glanced at both of Kirishima’s hands as he held them up in an offering of help, before nodding timidly. He began to run his rough fingers through your hair, fixing it back into a state of normalcy with a tender touch that was so opposite to what you had just experienced with Bakugou. “You’re cute. I can see why he was so into you right away.” 

“That isn’t… normal for him?” Your eyes glanced over Kirishima’s exposed muscular arms and sides, the deep cut in the arms of his tank showing all the way to his hips. You thought you saw his smile turn sly out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t be sure. 

“Nah sweetheart. Bakugou might be a lot of things, but he doesn’t go for random chicks.” Seemingly satisfied, Kirishima also used his thumbs to wipe your cheeks and under your eyes. “Such a messy thing.” 

“Thank you, Kirishima… I’m… I’m really sorry for causing you trouble.” Your heartbeat grew heavier as the redhead in front of you didn’t step back, towering over you just as the blonde had. “I’ll go to the restroom and then... Back to the group.” 

With a chuckle, Kirishima nodded, tapping the end of the drumstick a few times. “You do that! I’ll meet you back there, just going to have a few words with our drummer. Careful with this stuff, yeah? Someone might just try to take it.” 

“I will…”

“Go on, then, scoot.” With a nudge, you were pushed forward down the hall gently, only taking a moment to look back at the pleasant smiling man behind you. He was so different from Bakugou and yet they were the closest friends in the band. You knew that Bakugou was going to tell him everything, and you could only hope that it was going to end up a positive conversation. You hated the thought of Kirishima spending the rest of the VIP visit looking at you in disgust, or even the possibility of him putting you down in front of everyone. 

Flustered, you scurried down the hall into the bathroom, slipping into a stall. After pushing down what was left of your hoes and your drenched thong, you plopped to sit, relieving yourself as you held the t-shirt and drumstick close to your chest. Though, it dawned on you that you hadn’t even looked at what Bakugou had written on the stick, so growing curious, you held it with both hands and spun it slowly to look over every inch. The ridges, dents, and splints in the wood were marks of every beat Bakugou had played, a solid crack down the middle representing just how powerful he was. 

In truth, you felt like that drumstick. You were always a splintered person, emotionally broken and splintered off from the world. And yet, Bakugou had touched you with his passion. But did that mean that you were truly broken now? Could you ever be used again by any other person, or would you snap into pieces the instant your heart tried to find its beat again? 

Eyes tearing up, you tried to blink them away, carefully running your finger along the crack until it met with a smudge of black writing. Unlike what you expected, there was no autograph. Instead, the words “Call Me” were scribbled in the black ink, along with a series of numbers. 

Is that… his cell phone number?! It’s different from what I had found… Those must have been fakes.

Reaching down into your boot, you pulled out your phone, having placed it there for safe keeping, though you were surprised it stayed in place the entire time in Bakugou’s room. Without an ounce of hesitation, you created his contact and started a message, sending it so quickly you didn’t even consider the consequences, though his words did ring in your ear loud enough to make you think he was right beside you. 

“Now you better fucking leave, and I expect you to do what I say.”

He said to call him, but… texting is the same, right?

Me 10:45 pm: Katsuki? 

Bakugou 10:47 pm: hey babygirl. ever been to an after party? 

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - July 10th

AFAB!Reader x Yanan x Kang Hyunggu x Adachi Yuto

Word Count: 4814

Contents: dance studio sex, Yanan is an instigator, oral (giving and receiving), fingering (on reader and another member), protected sex, anal (not involving reader)

You and Yuto cheered as Hyunggu finished showing you the choreography he had been working on. He looked a little nervous but a cute grin spread across his face at your encouragement, first meeting you in the mirror and then turning towards you.

“I’m still working on it. I think it’s good but, you know.”

“I know that it’s great!” You said.

“It was really good,” Yuto agreed.

“Yeah, pretty cool,” Yanan added. “Could use more floor grinding though.”

You snorted while Yuto and Hyunggu laughed.

“Yanan, just because it can be sexual doesn’t mean it has to be.” You said.

“Au contraire,” He said. “It makes it much more fun.”

“You just want to see me grind on the floor,” Hyunggu snickered. Yuto and you burst out laughing at the surprised, even impressed, look on Yanan’s face. Quickly however, it melted into a smirk.

“Maybe I do.”

Hyunggu was still giggling as he walked closer. “Maybe I should do something about that.”

Whether Yanan was playing along or actually flirting you didn’t know. There truly was no way to know with him. Either way, he was giving Hyunggu a sultry stare which had Yuto and you leaning on each other as you giggled uncontrollably.

“Be careful what you start,” Yanan said as Hyunggu came within reach.

“I know what I’m doing.” Hyunggu reached down for Yanan’s hands. But Yanan moved too quickly for him, grabbing at his hips and trying to pull him onto his lap.

Hyunggu’s face went red and he stumbled back, falling to the floor as Yuto and you cackled. Yanan chuckled to himself as he stood from the couch, stretching his arms out a little as he looked down at Hyunggu who was still recovering.

“Well as fun as that was, I say it’s about time we get some music going.”

“I’m game,” you said, getting to your feet. 

Yuto followed suit. “Now I’m curious how you’re going to dance.” 

“It’s a treat,” Yanan grinned, wiggling his eyebrows before turning to the sound system. Yuto helped Hyunggu to his feet and you stretched out your arms as if you really knew how to warm up. There wasn’t much of a point to dancing. It was simply for fun, for goofiness. But Hyunggu let you into the studio, and Yanan and Yuto wanted to join. It was a plus to see Hyunggu’s choreo too, he was better than he gave himself credit for being.

The three of you turned your attention to Yanan as a particularly suggestive song started playing on the sound system. Yanan gave you all a suggestive look as he dimmed the lights a bit.

“Yanan if I didn’t know any better I would think you’re trying to start an orgy,” you chuckled.

“I would not put it past him,” Hyunggu said.

“Hey wherever it goes is where it goes,” Yanan chuckled.

You snorted but still started moving to the music. Hyunggu was quick to join in, seemingly recovered and ready to be cheeky again. As Yanan and Yuto started moving to the slow jam Hyunggu put his hands on his knees and threw his ass back. You all let out a laugh at the slow sensual twerk he was attempting but quickly you were joining him, giggling the whole time. Yuto couldn’t stop laughing at the sight while Yanan snickered before pulling Hyunggu up to standing.

Yanan rested his arm over Hyunggu’s shoulder as Hyunggu got closer, dancing up on each other. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Hyunggu kept giggling as you grabbed Yuto’s hand and pulled him up behind you. You swayed your hips, feeling his hand land gently in a sweet touch on your waist. You sunk into a squat as you danced, amused by the surprised look that crossed his face in the mirror.

Your attention went back to Yanan and Hyunggu as Yanan tilted Hyunggu’s face towards his and leaned in. For a moment it seemed that Hyunggu was going to kiss him before his face broke into a smile and he ducked out of the way with a laugh.

You stood back to your feet just before Yanan stole your dance partner. You felt Hyunggu come up behind you, taking your hips. You ground back against him while looking back over your shoulder.

“You’re bold for someone who chickened out on a kiss,” you chuckled.

He giggled into the back of your neck. “Shut up.”

“Oh! Looks like you’re the only chicken.” You said as you caught the sight in front of you. Yanan had been dancing with Yuto, a hand on his hip. But he had pulled him closer and despite the blush on Yuto’s face, he had let his eyes flutter closed as he locked lips with Yanan.

“What?! Awh man,” Hyunggu mumbled as he looked up and took in the sight.

You chuckled at him, swaying your hips a little more as he pouted on your shoulder. Still, he kept dancing with you, grinding against your ass, even if he was a little moody. His hands gripped your hips just a little tighter as he moved to the song, pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck.

Yanan pulled away from his kiss with Yuto looking very satisfied with himself. Yuto clung to him, catching his breath and a little reluctant to let go. Yanan leaned in, murmuring something in his ear. You couldn’t hear it from where you were but you could gather that it had to be suggestive from just how flustered Yuto became.

Yanan managed to get out of his grip, setting his sights on you. You heard Hyunggu let out a small whine as Yanan got closer, not quite ready to let go of you yet.

“Can I cut in for a moment?” Yanan asked.

“Sure,” Hyunggu mumbled. 

“Don’t worry,” Yanan chuckled as he took a hold of your waist, pulling you closer. “I’ll give them back, eventually.”

Hyunggu fully let go of you as Yanan pulled you, wasting no time in kissing you. You let your hands trail up his arms as you leaned into him, letting his tongue past your lips. You had to admit, he was a good kisser.

Yanan’s hands slid down your back and to your ass. You grinned slightly into his kisses as he grabbed at you, pulling you closer against him. And a laugh almost bubbled it’s way out of your throat when he pressed his hips into you and you felt that he was undeniably getting hard.

“You really are trying to start an orgy,” you murmured against his lips.

“I mean I’m banking on you being down, even if the others aren’t.” He replied.

“I’m down,” you hummed, meeting his eyes for a moment before he looked over your shoulder and snorted.

“I don’t think we’ll have trouble getting them involved,” he chuckled.

You spun around and let out a laugh as you caught sight of Yuto and Hyunggu pulling each other closer in the midst of a heated makeout. You felt Yanan wrap his arms around you, pressing against you and grinding subtly against your ass. He leaned his lips near your ear.

“I was hoping this would happen when I left them both frustrated.”

“You are something else, Yanan,” you chuckled.

“I know,” he purred before letting go of you. You followed him as he moved closer to them. The two broke apart, both blushing and flustered once they realized the attention was on them. Yanan let a hand trail down each of their arms.

“What do you say we turn the heat up?” He proposed.

It was almost comical how quickly the two started nodding. Yanan took Yuto’s hand and you wrapped an arm around Hyunggu, leading him to the couch. Yanan took Yuto to the barre that ran along the wall, kissing him and pressing him back against it.

Hyunggu had his bottom lip caught between his teeth as you pushed him back to sit on the couch. You leaned down over him, one hand braced on his thigh and the other landing in his lap. Your lips brushed against his and you smirked, staying just out of reach of a kiss as you started to palm his half hard cock through his sweats.

“You’ve been getting needy,” you murmured.

“Can you blame me?” He mumbled, his voice already a little breathy.

“Not at all,” you gave him the smallest of kisses before sinking to your knees. “Just sit back and enjoy.”

“I can do that,” a ghost of a grin was on his lips as he replied. You smirked up at him as your hands found the waist of his sweats. He lifted his hips, allowing you to pull them down along with his boxers. He sunk back into the couch as you moved between his legs, meeting his gaze as you wrapped a hand around his cock.

He let out a little sigh, but it was overshadowed by Yuto’s low whine. You pumped Hyunggu’s cock as you glanced over at them. Yanan was on his knees, a hand wrapped around Yuto’s cock as he moved his head, taking him into his mouth. Yuto was gripping the barre, knees a little weak as he leaned back into it heavily.

You brought your gaze back to meet Hyunggu’s as you took him into your mouth. The way his face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows knit and mouth hung open in a moan at the sensation had a rush of arousal running through your body, down your spine to your core.

You brought a hand to his thigh, squeezing the soft skin as you moved at a steady pace, hand around the base of his cock getting a little tighter. Hyunggu let out a steady series of moans as you took your time, not moving too fast. His eyes fell shut and his hand traveled to your head, tangling into your hair.

Hyunggu tried to urge you to move a little faster but you kept your pace slow. He let out a whine and you moaned around him in reply. He tried to press his hips towards you but you dug your nails into his thigh before pulling back off his cock.

“I told you to sit back and enjoy.” You teased.

He gripped your hair a little more strongly. “You’re going too slow.”

“I want you to savour it.”

“I’ve savoured enou-” his words broke off into another moan as you took him back into your mouth, humming around him. You moved just a little faster but slow enough to keep him frustrated.

His moans grew more and more whiny and desperate with each passing moment. His hips kept trying to move and each glance up at his face gave you the sight of pleasure on his pretty features.

Yuto’s moans were no better. They were still low but they were growing louder and louder. The tone was filled with so much desperation. And the sounds of your own mouth moving on Hyunggu’s cock were nothing to the sounds Yanan was letting. Lewd, wet sounds and gagging as he took Yuto’s cock into his throat.

You pressed your thighs together, so preoccupied with the sounds filling the studio. The symphony around had tremors running through you and your cunt aching for any kind of attention now.

Your gaze shifted back to Yuto as he shakily pushed Yanan back. From the edges of your view you could make out the smirk on Yanan’s face and the mess his lips had become, a string of saliva still connecting them to Yuto’s cock.

You brought your attention back to Hyunggu, watching the look on his face as you heard Yanan get up. He and Yuto came closer. Yanan sat next to Hyunggu on the couch and wasted no time in slipping his hand under Hyunggu’s shirt while kissing up the side of his neck. Hyunggu let out a particularly needy whine as Yanan started to tease his nipples.

You didn’t notice Yuto was behind you until you felt the gentle touch on your hip and then his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Do you want some attention?” His voice was still breathy but his tone was so sweet as he spoke. You gave him an “mhm” and felt his hand dip down. You let your legs press open a bit as Yuto ran his hand over your inner thigh, squeezing while pressing kisses to your shoulder. He brought it up to your waist before slipping it into the waistband of your shorts. His hand stayed over your panties as he started to rub slowly. 

You let out a moan around Hyunggu’s cock at the pleasurable feeling. Your hips pressed forward into his touch, aching for more of the sparks that shot through your body. The touch was everything you needed in that moment as you listened to Hyunggu’s whines, moving a little faster.

Hyunggu’s whines had climbed higher in his voice. You glanced up at him to see his head had fallen against the back of the couch. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths, Yanan’s hand still under his shirt, teasing his nipples, and lips on his neck.

You wrapped your hand more tightly around his cock, pumping the base faster now. Your hips were rocking into Yuto’s hand and the pleasure rushing through your own body had you moving faster, more desperately as you took Hyunggu as deeply as you could manage into your mouth, his moans only spurring you on more.

“F-Fuck,” Hyunggu’s hands pushed at your head, pushing you back off his cock before he could cum. “O-Okay, I-I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Why don’t we switch positions then?” Yanan murmured.

You all agreed quickly. You moved back to let Hyunggu get up. Yanan took his hand, pulling him around in front of him. Yuto helped you up onto the couch, staying on his knees and shifting closer. His hands ran over your shorts as Hyunggu kneeled in front of Yanan.

“Can I take these off?” He asked sweetly.

“Absolutely,” you hummed, lifting your hips. He pulled off your shorts and panties. You watched as he bit down on his lip while spreading your legs. His eyes flickered up to look at you.

“Can I?”

You grinned down at him, threading your fingers into his hair and pulling him a little closer. His hands found your hips, pulling them closer to the edge of the couch. He kept his gaze looking up at you sweetly while he leaned in, gently running his tongue through your folds with a quiet moan.

“Mmm, just like that,” you hummed. Yuto kept a slow, gentle pace and you let yourself enjoy the sensation while Yanan next to you let out a breathy moan. 

You gazed over, seeing Hyunggu between his legs, already taking a lot of Yanan’s cock into his mouth. His hands were wrapped around the base of Yanan’s cock and his eyes were trained up on Yanan’s, taking in his heated gaze. The sight alone was arousing and had you tightening your hold in Yuto’s hair.

You looked back down at him, feeling him move a little faster as his tongue lapped at your clit. You let out moans of your own, pressing your hips towards him. You could feel and hear every moan that he let out. His eyes had fallen closed and he had one hand squeezing at your thigh while the other trailed closer and closer to your core.

“I want to feel your fingers,” you murmured down to him, knowing he was already thinking the same thing. Yuto gave you a quick gaze, slightly smiling against you as he brought his finger to your entrance, teasing you a little.You keened forwards, hips pressing closer until he dipped his finger inside.

“Mmm fuck yes,” you moaned, letting your eyes slip shut. You rocked your hips forwards as he started to finger you, moving in slow thrusts at first but quickly starting to speed up. His tongue kept its steady movements over your clit and you reveled in the pleasure that was coursing through you, the coil starting to curl in your core.

You felt Yanan’s hand pulling up the edge of your shirt. You looked over at him, finding his heated gaze now trained on you.

“Can I take this off?” He purred.

“Mhm,” you nodded, sitting up a little bit. Yanan reached over and pulled your shirt up over your head. He threw it to the side and before you could tell him to take off his own, he’d captured you in a kiss. 

You gasped at the way he gripped your jaw, pulling you in for a messy kiss, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. Your hands gripped at his shirt, Yuto keeping your hips from moving away from himself too much, eating you out a little more quickly now.

Yanan let his hands shift around your body to undo your bra. You grinned against his lips as you shrugged it off before bringing a hand back to Yuto’s hair, and the other slipped up under Yanan’s shirt.

He let out a breathy moan against your lips that had you feeling smug as you started to tease his nipples. The kisses between you were messy and full of moans but it made it that much hotter as you took in the sounds of both Yuto and Hyunggu going down on you both.

Any smugness was wiped from your system though, and you cursed against his lips, as Yanan pinched one of your nipples between his fingers, rolling it roughly. You pressed your chest closer to him, attention only pulling away as Yuto pressed more fingers into your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, the only thing keeping you close enough to kiss Yanan’s hand on your jaw again. Your head was spinning and the coil in your core had grown tighter and tighter from Yuto’s movements. His fingers were moving faster now, lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as Yanan teased your chest.

You cried out as you fell back against the couch, your orgasm washing over you. Your thighs pressed in around Yuto’s body, his fingers still moving into your dripping core. Yanan pulled his hands away from you, letting you fall away from him as your body trembled until you started to push Yuto back, then pulling him up to kiss you.

“That was so good,” you murmured breathily against his lips, hands holding his cheeks. You felt the couch shift as Yanan stood up.

“I-I’m glad,” even now he seemed a little flustered with the praise.

“You’ll have to do that again for me some time.”

Yuto giggled against your lips, nodding slightly. You kissed him a few more times before letting him pull back as Yanan came closer. He had a few things in his hands but threw a condom at the two of you. 

“Did you just have those?”

“I had one,” he chuckled. “I got the rest from your bag.”

“H-Hey!” You felt heat rising to your cheeks. Yanan rolled his eyes.

“You have them to use them, don’t you?”

You shut your mouth. He was right of course. That was why you had them in your bag. Still, you didn’t need the others to know you kept them in your bag.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. “Why don’t you two have some fun, I’m not quite done with Hyunggu yet.”

You watched as Hyunggu blushed deeply but took Yanan’s hand and got to his feet. Yanan took him over to the barre and you turned your attention back to Yuto. He still looked a little flustered but there was an eagerness to his gaze as well.

“Why don’t you sit down,” you said.

Yuto followed your suggestion. You were a little wobbly getting to your feet but it wasn’t for long. Just enough time to roll the condom onto Yuto while giving him a kiss before you kneeled on the couch, straddling his lap.

His hands found your hips, squeezing them a little as you took his cock in your hand aligning it with your entrance. You gave him another look, seeing the eager grin on his face. You held his gaze as you slowly sunk down on his cock, both of you letting out moans.

“Every part of you feels good,” you moaned against his lips. The way he giggled shyly was too cute and you pressed kisses to his face as you ground your hips down, still so sensitive from your first release.

A whiny moan caught both of your attentions and you gazed over you see Hyunggu holding onto the barre, already panting. His cheek was pressed against the wall and his ass pressed back as Yanan thrust a finger into him, already finding a quick pace. Yanan’s lips left bite marks on Hyunggu’s thighs and ass.

It was starting to work you up again. You savoured the feeling of Yuto’s cock moving inside you and how each movement sent pleasure shooting through your body. The sounds of his low moans mixed with Hyunggu’s whiny ones and breathy ones in the hot air, just making you all feel more and more turned on.

“C-Can you-” Yuto looked at you with heavily lidded eyes, hands squeezing your hips. You grinned at him as he blushed, pretty sure of what he wanted. Your hands came to his shoulders and you braced yourself before coming up and then fucking yourself down on his cock.

“O-Oh god,” He moaned, head falling back against the couch. “P-Please-”

“I’m not gonna stop,” you murmured to him. “This feels so good.”

 The sounds of your own moans were drowned out by Hyunggu whining out Yanan’s name. You gazed over to see his legs trembling a little as Yanan fucked two fingers into his ass. Hyunggu was pressing his ass back as much as he could and letting out yelps and cries as Yanan nipped and bit at his ass.

The more it turned you on the faster you fucked Yuto. His moans stayed low but grew louder as you came down on his cock, shifting your angle just a little until he was hitting just the right spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders,

“So f-fucking good,” your voice faltered as you moaned. “You feel s-so good.”

Yuto panted and moaned in response, squeezing your hips each time you spoke. His hips rocked up to meet you, making the sensation just a little better and you felt the coil slowly starting to curl in your core as your body edged towards it’s second orgasm, close to chasing your high again.

Lewd sounds filled the air. Each time you came down on Yuto’s cock you took in the sounds of skin on skin. The way he moaned a little louder when you came down a little harder. And the sounds of Yanan’s fingers fucking Hyunggu along with his desperate moans and cries of Yanan’s name.

Your legs trembled a little beneath you and you came down fully on his cock before grinding down on him quickly. You clenched around his cock, watching as pleasure contorted his features. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth hung open in a series of moans and pants as you moved your hips.

You leaned down a little on him, your own eyes falling closed as you ground at just the right angle to rub your clit against his body. The feeling was heavenly and your head ended up against his chest as you started to chase your own high.

But your moment was cut short as Hyunggu let out a frustrated whine that drew your attention.

Yanan had pulled away from him and both you and Yuto were looking over at him. Hyunggu pressed his hips back but Yanan stood up, murmuring something to him before pulling him to the couch.

“I think it’s about time to swap.” Yanan grinned as you climbed off of Yuto’s lap. “Yuto, Hyunggu is dying for someone to fuck him.”

Both of them blushed and you held in your giggle at their reactions. Still, Yanan had Hyunggu bend over the arm of the couch, bracing his hands on it before he beckoned Yuto closer. You sat on the other couch arm and watched as Yanan murmured something to Yuto, making him even more flustered, but also giving him a certain fire in his eyes.

Your attention followed Yanan as he sauntered towards you, rolling a condom on. He pulled you up to stand, pressing your hips back against the couch as he kissed you roughly.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he purred.

“I don’t blame you,” you grinned.

“You’re too cocky,” he chuckled.

“I simply match your energy,” you teased.

He pulled back from the near kiss, eyes full of both lust and amusement. “Shut up and bend over.”

You couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips as you did what he said. You braced your hands on the couch, feeling him grind against you. A moan left your lips as his cock ground through your folds. You met Hyunggu’s eyes, nearly close enough to kiss him until Yanan and Yuto pushed into both of you at the same time.

Gasps left your lips and Hyunggu’s arms immediately gave out, chest falling against the couch. Yuto seemed to give him shallow, steady thrusts at first but as soon as Yanan bottomed out he pulled almost fully out before slamming back into you.

“Holy fuck!” you cried, head falling forwards and eyes squeezing shut at the quick bursts of pleasure that shot through your body. Every thought left your head as he fucked you much harder than you were expecting.

The sounds in the studio only made your head spin more. Hyunggu let out a series of broken moans, gasping each time he felt particularly good. His hands reached out, grabbing onto you for some kind of purchase as Yuto started to go faster.

“Y-You’re so tight,” Yuto’s voice was low and breathy and both of you had been so close that you knew he was chasing his own high now. You could hear the way his hips had speed up and he was fucking Hyunggu a little harder.

But it was still nothing to Yanan. His hands gripped your hips strongly, holding you up even as your legs started to tremble. He thrust into you fast and rough. He let out his own groans that just mixed in the feelings inside you, pulling you closer to your edge.

Hyunggu let out a cry of Yuto’s name. You managed to lift your head to see Yuto reaching down to pump Hyunggu’s cock quickly. Hyunggu’s body started to shake and he squeezed his hand around your, face pressed into the couch cushions as he came hard. Yuto kept his hips, moving just a little faster, so close to finishing himself.

You felt one of Yanan’s hands leave your hip. It slid under you and pressed between your legs, quickly rubbing over you clit.

Your own eyes squeezed shut and you screamed out as you came, only barely hearing Yuto’s own moans as he released as well. Your legs fully gave out but Yanan’s hand and the couch under you held you up as he fucked you through your orgasm, through the ocean of bliss rushing through every inch of your body as it shook.

You could barely make the words to express how sensitive you were as he gave you a few final thrusts before stopping with a groan, releasing. You felt the tremor that ran through his body with his hips pressed against your ass.

You felt the couch shifting around but you couldn’t manage to open your eyes. You felt Yanan’s hands on you, much more gentle as he helped you shift around to sit on the couch. You felt your body sliding down as you panted before he sat beside you, pulling your legs across his legs and moving your head to rest on his chest. You could tell Yuto was moving Hyunggu around as well and he was murmuring sweet encouragements to him.

“You doing okay, dude?” Yanan asked gently. His casual words with such a sweet tone made you laugh as you blearily opened your eyes.

“Yeah,” you managed, “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Good,” he said, patting your back. “Glad to hear it.”

You snickered at how awkward he sounded as you snuggled into his chest. Behind you you heard Hyunggu mumbling.

“Are we gonna do this again sometime?”

Yanan and you couldn't contain your laughter.

“I think you need some rest,” Yuto chuckled.

Yanan reached over to ruffle his hair. “I’ll start another orgy for you anytime,” he snickered.

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 5 “Drunken Fart Contest” [Episode List] After one of their usual nights out with their friends, Dave and another bud, Adam, end up being really drunk. Luckily, it was Tim’s turn to be the designated driver, so he’s perfectly able to drive. The two drunk friends, however, are really, really gassy…

Drunken Fart Contest

2:00 a.m. The party was getting out of control, as predicted. Almost everyone was completely drunk or confused. I heard some plates breaking in the kitchen: good thing this is not my house. Whose birthday was again? The music is still loud, playing through some speakers carefully placed in strategic locations of the room as some dizzy guests danced –or, more precisely, staggered to the rhythm of it.

Whatever was going to happen next, I didn’t really care: it was my turn to drive, so I was literally the only sane guy at the party. My pals asked me to take them out of there around 1:30 a.m., but since we were having fun, we lost the track of time. I eventually found both Dave -you know him, and Adam, another friend of mine, around my age as well. They probably had alcohol instead of blood in their veins by far.

“You’re such a cock-blocker!” Adam hissed at me, since I –according to him- ruined every chance with a girl he was hitting on. Too bad this girl passed out 15 minutes ago and my tipsy friend didn’t seem to notice at all. Oh well, it’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

Dave was definitely more collaborative: he had this silly smile drawn on his face, probably because he made out with some hot girl in the other room. His sweat-soaked shirt was partly unbuttoned too, so maybe he was heading second base without even noticing.

“Ok guys, here we go…”

We eventually reached my car, parked just outside the loud house. Some fellow guests were lying on the grass in the front-yard, either laughing or smoking: they were fine, some of them even said ‘hi’ to me as I walked past them. I opened the rear door of the car on and forced Adam to go inside, who muttered something about how I ruined everything with the woman of his dreams. He then tripped and fell in the car, lying on his stomach, looking more like a corpse.

“He’s dead…” Dave simply commented. Not very helpful.

Adam’s place was our first stop. Our houses weren’t really far away from each other, but I tend to drive slowly, especially during weekend nights, for obvious reasons. Adam, still lying on his belly, probably passed out. I checked on him via the rear-view mirror, unwillingly triggering my gay senses: all I could see was his grey skinny jeans sagging, exposing his black underwear, the latter hugging his surprisingly bubbly butt.

I ignored that vision and turned to Dave, my co-pilot and the guy in charge for the music. He was fine, better than my other friend, that’s for sure. We chatted a bit, as he noticed that I was tired, keeping me focused on the street. After a while, however, he chuckled and lowered the volume of the radio, almost setting it to mute.

“I think you’ll like this song more, listen…” he said, with his well-known smirk.

I knew what was going to happen. I was actually surprised that it was only happening now, considering that alcohol always made Dave really gassy. He spread his legs a bit, visibly pushing one out and glanced at me one last time before the “thunder” almost made me swerve.

The sound was loud, even though it was partially muffled by the (lucky) car seat. It was very dry-sounding and manly, almost like a long, enormous morning fart.

“Aw… come on…” Adam muttered, as Dave’s flatulence literally woke him up.

My gassy friend laughed as he leaned a bit. He was basically indirectly farting in my face, not even caring about the presence of our friend. I had to keep my eyes on the road, trying not to admire my friend’s denim-covered ass. The fart lasted around 14 seconds, one of his longest blasts I believe. It was followed by his friendly laughter as he gently patted my shoulder, as if he every time wanted to make sure that he was ok with me, my weird fetish and that I had nothing to worry about; and I always appreciate his gentle mannerisms, despite the rudeness of his manly rips.

The smell hit us all soon, especially because the windows were locked. Bad choice. It was already too disgusting even for me, a nose-killing stench mixed with the already awful aroma from our sweat-soaked shirts.

“You’re disgusting, Dave!” my other friend said from the back seat, trying not to laugh.

“Thanks, Ady! Glad you appreciated!”

Dave leaned a bit again and ripped another loud toot, lasting only a couple of seconds this time. Truly a proud farter, indeed. Adam clapped his hands sarcastically, laughing a bit.

“Sure… really impressive…” he said, still lying on his stomach.

A moment silence, then another fart begun, but it was not from Dave. Maybe it was the dizziness, the alcohol, but Adam started to rip one too. I checked again on him via the rear-mirror and I could see his bubbly butt erupting this extremely loud, high-pitched fart. It started kinda weak, only to become louder and manlier as seconds passed. Dave laughed, knowing that I was living both in a nightmare and in a beautiful dream at the same time, visibly amused by my weird situation. As the blast continued, Adam slowly wiggled his butt left and right, the tone of the fart changing a bit; he laughed as his 12-seconds rip started to fade into silence.

Now it was Dave the one clapping his hands. “Bravo!” he commented, as we all bursted into laughter. I didn’t know if it was because of my boner or the farts, but the car’s temperature seemed to raise a lot so I had no choice but to lower the car windows, also because the smell was getting too unbearable (yes, even for me). I felt the colder wind from outside brushing through my hair, my nostrils still sensing Dave and Adam’s farts.

Seconds passed, but the smell was, strangely enough, still there, all around my face. As I heard my friends’ laughing almost to tears, I understood why; I couldn’t hear it at first because of the sounds of the traffic, but they both started ripping one big fart at the same time the moment I rolled down the window; once I noticed it, I heard the sound too: it was insane, out of this world; two giant farts being ripped at unison. Dave pointed his index finger up as the farts continued, as if he was some kind of orchestra leader, and looked at me with a smirk, knowing that I was enjoying every moment of that gassy jam session.

I didn’t even know how much time passed this time, maybe 20 seconds. They laughed again, finally ending their unusual fart concert and complimented each other. I wish the trip lasted longer. I was ridiculously aroused. Was this a fart-contest? Because I’m pretty sure they’re both won.

Eventually, we arrived to Adam’s place; he was feeling better as he got up on his own, adjusted his hair a bit and patted his hands on our shoulders. “Thanks for the lift, cock-blocker!” he said, punching my shoulder in a friendly manner.

We made sure he got into his house safely and then headed to Dave’s. Only a couple of minutes later, I parked in front of his garage, both listening to some more music from the radio before ending the night-out. We kept chatting about the party, the host’s poor taste in music, but it was getting really late and the we didn’t want to wake up the entire neighbourhood.

“Alright, Tim. See ya tomorrow I guess…”

We bro-fisted, more than aware of how cheesy that was, and he opened the door.

“Oh, by the way…” again that smirk. “I am the fart master…”

He got out of the vehicle and closed the door behind him. Dave then squeezed his butt in loose jeans, almost sagging, through the car window a bit, and proceeded to rip yet another loud fart, this time just for me. I didn’t even time to react as I felt the warm gas engulfing the entire car, the smell becoming once again unbearable; it sounded like a loud chainsaw and lasted about 8 seconds.

My friend was just as surprised as me by the blast’s loudness and quickly got his butt out of my car, as some of the neighbours’ dogs started barking, hilariously annoyed by Dave’s fart.

“Oh my…” we both muttered, laughing.

I immediately started the car as my gassy friend rushed inside the house (this time he didn’t forget his house-keys). As I drove back to my house, I couldn’t help but smile the whole time: my best friends are gassy idiots; and that’s perfect. But Dave… well, he’s the best of all, farts or not. Whether the case, I really should plan a road-trip with him some day. And just thinking about that made my dick aroused again…

End of Episode 5

[noodlepai]

Okay so like, Sam would definitely watch cartoons, shows, movies, just random YouTube videos and listen to music with Eteled 100%, also Austin too if he wants to, Eteled would act natural and enjoy the time they're spending together like daughter and father, while probably lowkey getting excited over seeing his favorite character in one of the things they're watching, while Austin would be deep into it and focused on all the details, and probably wanting to ask if they can watch Scooby Doo again because it's his favorite, Austin and Eteled would both either be a little confused with more modern music or would completely jam out to it, with meme videos they would probably look at Sam and be like "I don't get it..what's that mean?" and would probably fall for all the jokes in the book, maybe less with Austin cause he might catch on after a bit but Eteled is a little quirky so he doesn't always understand till it's too late, and during movies it would probably be mostly horror movies, which sometimes spooks Eteled and makes him jump but his small pride bubble would never let him admit to it, and Austin would just be straight faced or completely bursting out laughing, either at a movie flaw or Eteled mentally pissing himself at a jumpscare, Sam is a champ so they don't ever effect her, and she has to shush them both at times to be able to focus on the film, and if Kyle and Nathan were staying over to watch then they'd both be almost physically pissing themselves at the movie, and probably screaming which would scare the shit out of Eteled and probably make him scream and make Austin laugh harder, and Sam just staring at the TV screen and trying her best to ignore them when they don't stop, if the trio group of Sam, Kyle and Nathan were all mentally connected then Sam would be the one with the braincell, most of the time /lh

[jeonjk1998]

I can offer you drabbles with a storyline where Jungkook looks after her when she's sick. you can still have a birthday script. Or their joint vacation, hiking in the mountains, etc. you just can't imagine how much I love this couple and you who wrote this! I can’t wait for this next story omgggg😭😭😭😭😭💙💙💙💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋ily

You were laying on your boyfriend’s bed, watching one of your favorite TV shows as you pull the blanket up and wrapped it around your shivering body. You sniff as you grabbed another box of tissue paper from the nightstand before letting out another sneeze which made you sigh. God, you hate it when catching a cold but you also felt kinda relief because you’ve been so busy with your assignments this semester that you rarely got to rest.

You were about to get back watching the TV show when you heard a knock on the door which made you turn around. You chuckle when you saw your boyfriend peeking in as he held the door slightly open to check if you were asleep. His lips curve up into a smile when he heard you, knowing you were still up.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asks when he came in, putting his bag aside before placing his huge hand on your forehead to see if your fever has gone down.

“I’m feeling much better, don’t worry.” You sat up straight to take a better look at him which he then just nodded.

“Oh right, I attended your lecture class for you.” Jungkook said as he grabs his bag and pulls out a notebook. “I’ve marked down all the important parts so you don’t have to go through it again.” He said before he sat down across you before handing you the notebook. “You’re lucky that I’ve taken this subject before.” He smiles when he saw you were at loss for words. You didn’t think that he would actually attend your lecture for you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook...” You were at the edge of bursting your tears out when you saw how attentive he is while writing every detail down.

“Am I the best boyfriend or what?” He smiles as you stare at him with your puppy eyes.

“The best.” You said which made him smile even brighter as you engulf him with a hug. “Thank you.” You murmured before pulling away from him.

“You’re welcome.” He chuckles as he softly caresses the back of your head. “Go get some sleep, I’ll wake you up when dinner’s ready.” Jungkook said which made you frown confusingly.

“You’re gonna cook?” You couldn’t believe what you just heard because your boyfriend is literally the clumsiest person when he’s in the kitchen. The only thing that he is good at is baking. “I mean we can just order out.” You suggested which made him scoffed as he couldn’t believe what you just said.

“Are you challenging me right now?” Jungkook asks, staring at you with one of his eyebrows lifted which made you chuckle. 

“No, I’m trying to be considerate.” You smile, trying not to burst his bubbles.

“Well, sucks to be you then.” He smirks before he stood up and left the room which made you smile as you simply shake your head.

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You woke up when you heard noises coming out from the room as you couldn’t believe how late it was since it was very dark outside. You then sat up from the bed as you grab your phone to check on the time before you got up, feeling much better after taking a nap. You then went out and head over to the kitchen to look for your boyfriend. As soon as you stepped out, you heard music blasting out from the kitchen to the hallway. You smile when you saw Jungkook jamming to one of your favorite songs while preparing dinner for the both of you.

“Oh hey, you’re up already? The food is almost done, go and take a seat.” He said as he turns off the music before grabbing the utensils.

“It smells nice, what are you cooking?” You ask as you simply take a seat down.

“Samgyetang, your favorite.” He smiles as he carefully held the soup and set it down on the table which made you gasped in awe as you couldn’t believe how good it looks. 

After Jungkook has done preparing everything, he then went to sit down beside you as he hands you a bowl of rice before he starts filling it up with all the food he has prepared. Your eyes went widened when you notice his left hand was covered with bandages around his fingers. 

“What happened?” You ask as you quickly grab his hand and take a good look at it.

“It’s just a few small cuts, don’t worry.” He said as he simply shoves his hand away before giving you a reassuring smile. 

“Still, you should be careful.” You mumble, eyes still fixing on his hand.

“Well, you can kiss it better if you feel bad.” He smirks teasingly as he leans closer to you which cracked you into a smile before you shift yourself away from him, ignoring what he said. Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle at your flustered reaction as you grab the spoon from the table before taking a sip of the samgyetang that he made for you. Your eyes light up as soon as you get a taste. You were surprised by how good it tastes since Jungkook never cooks and even when he does, it always ended up in the trash can.

“How was it?” Jungkook asks, curiously waiting for your answer.

“It’s really good.” His smile grew even wider when he heard what you just said.

“Really?” He asks again, doubting the words you said as you opt a quick nod before you start digging in again which made him chuckle as he felt somewhat relief seeing that you liked the food he prepared.

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“Thank you for taking care of me today.” You smile as you hugged your boyfriend while he was cleaning the dishes. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?” You asked as you pull yourself away from him which he then just shakes his head.

“I’m almost done.” He said, rinsing his hand before turning around to take a good look at you. 

“Are you feeling better now?” He asks as he simply tugs your hair behind which you then just nodded since you felt much better after taking a nap. “Good, because you still owe me a kiss.” He smirks as you couldn’t help and get flustered by his words. 

“Well, if you don’t mind catching a col-” You were taken aback when he suddenly leans in and steals a kiss from you, catching you off guard.

“I don’t mind.” He smiles as he moves closer to you, backing you up until you hit the countertop, enclosing you in his huge arms. “So can I get another kiss?”

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Notes: This is a short sequel to my previous fic ‘Fall For You’ and if you want to read it here is Part 1 and Part 2! Also, thank you to the person who suggested this drabble to me and I’m so sorry that my writing skill wasn’t as good as it seems since English isn’t my first language so please bear with me 🥺

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Halloween Prank Gone Wrong | Luke Patterson

Request: hi! firstly i love your series & imagines! they are so wonderful! <3 okay secondly can i request a luke patterson x reader where reader is friends with julie and it’s Halloween so Julie decides to prank reader with an ouija board and has the boys behind everything but reader can see them? sorry if this doesn’t make sense ):

Pairing: Luke Patterson x reader, JATP x reader, Julie x Flynn x Reader

Warnings: Use of OUIJA board

Words: 2,239

Songs used: Time Warp - Glee Cast Version 

Y/N: Your name Y/L/N: Your last name Y/M/N: Your mother’s name

You and Julie have been friends since you were both in diapers, along with Carrie. The three of you used to be inseparable, and then even Flynn joined your Squad in Middle School. People used to call you the Los Feliz Four. Then came the worst year of your squad’s year. Julie lost her mom and with it, her love and connection to music, one of the many things that connected the Los Feliz Four. Carrie stopped hanging out with Julie after a humongous fight, and when Flynn picks Julie’s side, you’re stuck between the two fires. You love Julie with all your heart and help her wherever she needs it, but you also still hang out every now and then with Carrie. Though the drama in Dirty Candy sometimes gets a little much. 

On the day of the spirit assembly, you’re on the sidelines, cheering on Dirty Candy and Julie herself when she takes her spot behind the keyboard, starting a song you don’t know. Her voice echoes through the gym, capturing every student’s attention. Even more so when a band flashes onto the stage, joining her into the song. You have to blink a couple of times, to make sure you’re really seeing things correctly. These are three of four boys from Sunset Curve. Your mother used to be the biggest fan of their music back in the 90’s and showed you all of their work. She even told you about Bobby, who now goes by the name of Trevor Wilson and how he used to be part of the band as well. You never told Carrie what you knew. But seeing the boys up there, knowing they died, only means one thing. These are ghosts. The ghosts of a 90’s band. You can’t help but jam along with them, though the song is completely unfamiliar to you. And, once the song is over, you can still see the boys on the side of the stage, talking amongst each other whilst Julie explains the hologram-thing. You witness the dark-haired boy run up the steps and shake his booty, checking if no one can see them. You’re somewhere at the back of the crowd, hidden behind the tallest guy in your class. He can’t see you, but you can see him. You have to ask Julie what’s going on. There needs to be an explanation to this. You don’t know how to tell her you know. It might be weird to just go up there and tell her ‘hey! I know about your ghost band!’. Besides, how fun would it be to know about her secret and catch her in each lie she comes up with as an excuse for their behavior? You hold it out until October. Halloween, to be exact. It’s been hard, trying to keep this from Julie, but it has been fun seeing the boys squirm whenever you looked straight into their eyes as if you could see them. The hardest part was trying not to laugh whenever they said something dumb or funny, but you just about managed. You managed enough for Julie to believe you didn’t know about her ghost band and to come up with a scheme to prank you this Halloween. You didn’t know, at first, since she just asked to hang out on Halloween, watch some horror films and just enjoy the holiday you both loved so much, along with Flynn. The three of you had decided to dress up for your little get together. Dressed as Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls, you make your way to Julie’s garage. To no surprise, finding the boys there too, along with Flynn -- dressed as Buttercup -- and Julie -- dressed as Blossom. “Hey,” you greet as your eyes land on the Ouija Board, surrounded by dozens of candles. “Playing a game, are we?” You already have a hunch what’s going to happen, but decide to play along anyway. “Yes! No better moment than Halloween to break this bad boy out, right?” Flynn exclaims as she sits down on the floor at the coffee table where Julie had set up the board. “Sure,” you agree with a shrug before taking a red cup from Julie. She’d gone all out with decorating the studio with cobwebs and pumpkins and skeletons. She really went to town, even on the beverages and snacks. All of them Halloween-themed. “Are we ready?” Julie asks ominously whilst sitting down next to Flynn and extending her arms, so they’re resting on the plaque in the middle of the board. You bite your bottom lip, trying your hardest not to start laughing at your best friends, and sit down with them. The three boys surround you, placing their hands onto the plaque at the same time you and Flynn do. “It’s really important you keep your hands on the plaque at all times,” Julie warns you and Flynn. It’s really hard to concentrate on the board and not on the extremely cute guy on the opposite side of the table, staring at you with a grin on his face. “Let’s do this,” you state, your eyes flicking from Julie to Flynn, stopping briefly at the lead singer of Sunset Curve. You catch a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but decide to ignore it and focus on Julie and Flynn for now. “O Fortuna, Velut luna, Statu variabilis, Semper crescis, Aut decrescis; Vita detestabilis.” You furrow your eyebrows at Julie’s sudden outburst in Latin. You don’t need much to recognize it though. That’s from O Fortuna by Carmina Burana. The most famous choral number in existence. You feel a little offended Julie thinks you wouldn’t know that. “Are you ghosts out there?” she asks in a menacing voice, trying to build up the tension. You can feel the boy next to you go through you with his shoulder as he pushes against the plaque to slide it over to the ‘yes’. You press your lips together to keep you from laughter, your eyes widening in fake shock. “Who are you?” you ask as you look into the lead singer's eyes, pretending to look ahead into the abyss. The boy now leans forward and starts moving the plaque to the L, then U-K-E. You glance at Julie and Flynn, who exchange glances too. “Were you in a band?” Luke’s eyes widen at this, frantically glancing at his best friends in need of help. The blond one, who’s sitting next to Flynn, cocks his head to the stereo before getting up from his spot and moving to the corner. He presses the play button, a song you recognize as Now or Never by their very own band. You nod your head, impressed by the lengths these boys are going to keep up this prank. “Hey, Luke,” you’re still looking at him instead of Julie or Flynn. “Are your bandmates here too?” “Bro, she knows,” Luke scoffs, which makes you burst out laughing. You can’t handle it anymore. The disappointment in Luke’s face is just too much. “I’m sorry guys, but I can literally see you…” you tell the three guys, leaving them and your two best friends in complete and utter shock, laced with a bit of disgruntlement over their prank failing. “My mother used to be a really big fan of yours. She showed me all of your music and told me about Bobby-slash-Trevor.” Julie’s head snaps up at this. “You knew?” she asks, eyes wide and bewildered at this new information. “Yeah, I never told you or Carrie because one, I didn’t think it mattered, and two, there must be a reason why Bobby hasn’t told his own daughter about his past band.” You shrug, letting your eyes dart over to the boys again. They’re all sat on the floor, frozen in shock. “How do you see us?” the darker-haired boy with the rosy cheeks asks. “I guess my mother being such a fan of Sunset Curve gives me a connection to all of you?” you offer them your best guess. Luke’s eyes widen, clearly realizing something as he gets up from the floor to start pacing the garage. “What’s her name?” he asks, remembering one girl he had a real connection with. “Y/M/N.” He visibly swallows a lump in his throat, and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… Let’s say I know her very well…” Your mind immediately jumps to a conclusion that leaves you a little weirded out. “Remember that one girl our age at the book club we played at?” He directs this question to the boys. “Right! She was the daughter of the hostess!” the brunette, who you’re guessing is Reggie by the way he expresses himself, remembers. “No, you didn’t!” His eyes widen at the sudden realization, he then turns to you. “You’re her daughter?!” You nod your head slowly, trying to comprehend what’s happening. “It doesn’t matter who Luke had a special connection with,” Julie interrupts, “Why didn’t you say anything? It killed me not telling you!” You shrug your shoulders. “I guess I thought it would’ve been weird to just come up to you and say ‘yo, Jules, I can see your ghost band!’ Besides, it was fun seeing these boys squirm whenever I looked at them a little too long.” Your lip turns upwards on one side. “I knew you saw me!” The blonde guy narrows his eyes at you. So, that must be Drama Queen Alex… “Can we just drop it and enjoy the rest of our night together?” you exclaim, raising your hands in defense for ever lying to your best friends. “I heard…” you start, glancing at all three of the boys, “You guys are very good at jamming whatever song is thrown at you.” “Yes! Please! Sing! So I’m not the only one not seeing you!” Flynn groans in frustration, walking through Luke, not realizing he’d gotten up from his seat earlier. “I just stepped through someone, didn’t I?” Julie and you simply nod your head, amused smiles stifled. Luke and Reggie grab their instruments whilst Alex makes his way behind his drum kit. “Y’all know Time Warp, from the Rocky Horror Picture Show?” you ask. As an answer, Alex counts all of you in before the band starts playing and Luke’s voice fills the studio.  “It's astounding, time is fleeting Madness takes its toll But listen closely,” You, having received a microphone from Julie, walk over to the lead singer your mother had a fling with once -- apparently -- and chime into the song.   “Not for very much longer” “I've got to keep control” He shoots you a wink before changing to his head voice to go into the chorus. “I remember doing the time warp Drinking those moments when The blackness would hit me And the void would be calling” Then, all of you join into the post-chorus together, singing at the top of your lungs. “Let's do the time warp again Let's do the time warp again” Reggie then takes the next part whilst all three girls do the choreography from the musical, and alternating lines with Reggie. “It's just a jump to the left” “And then a step to the right” “put your hands on your hips” “You bring your knees in tight But it's the pelvic thrust That really drives you insane Let's do the time warp again! Let's do the time warp again!” You dance your way to Reggie whilst taking the next verse, all while Julie’s behind the keyboard, getting some melodic notes into the jam. “It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me So you can't see me, no not at all In another dimension, with voyeuristic intentions Well-secluded, I see all” Reggie looks into your eyes as he uses his best seductive voice to sing the next line. “With a bit of a mind flip” And then you imitate that tone on your next line. “You're into the time slip” “And nothing can ever be the same” Flynn then takes the next line, dancing in front of Alex’s drum kit, facing him with a wide smile on her face. She’s glad she can see the boys now too. It makes her feel a little less left out. “You're spaced out on sensation” Alex then sings one line before the rest of you join in again for the chorus. “Like you're under sedation” “Let's do the time warp again! Let's do the time warp again!” “It's just a jump to the left” “And then a step to the right” “put your hands on your hips” “You bring your knees in tight But it's the pelvic thrust That really drives you insane Let's do the time warp again! Let's do the time warp again!” The boys play their last chords or hit their last cymbals while Julie plays her last note. All six of you giggling like crazy, oozing happiness and contentment. This is probably the craziest and most fun you’d ever had on Halloween. “Oh, man!” Flynn whines, a pout on her face. You don’t know why at first, but then remember she can’t see the boys like you and Julie can, which sends all of you into a fit of laughter. If your life is going to be this fun and crazy with these boys in your life, you’d never want to die. Or maybe you would, if that meant spending even more time with them. 

Taglist: @hannahhistorian92 @marinettepotterandplagg @thequirkybookaholic @bookdealer5 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @hemmingsness @iainttakingshitfromnobody @ifilwtmfc @angryknightstatesmantrash @kiss-themoongoodbye @rudysbay @thedarkqueenofavalon @caitsymichelle13

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 2

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,024

Warnings: none

A/N: I’m just going to remind you that this sugar daddy fic isn’t about smut. I love smut but it’s not what I’m focusing on here. 

Bucky stood under the glass awning in front of the hotel, the neon green light illuminating the path to the automatic doors. He forced his eyes closed and listened to the sound of rain hitting the glass shelter.

It was just after 6:30 in the morning and he had been standing there for over ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to enter the building. He was sweating, trembling, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Every sound around him seemed amplified; cars honking, people talking or listening to music. It was hell.

He desperately wanted to take a cab ride back to Brooklyn and hide in his apartment. Bucky had a strict routine -get up at six, eat, shave, shower, go for a walk, etc- and he needed it to keep his mind focused and his body healthy. Though lately, his therapist had encouraged him to stray from his routine if he felt like it. And he wanted to, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

Instead he just stood here, stuck between two choices that terrified him. He could go back home and hate himself for taking the ‘easy way out’, or he could take the plunge and enter the building. He had come here on a whim, but now that he was here he felt as if he really needed to see you. He didn’t even know if you were working.

He looked over his shoulder, he could almost see the metaphorical pack of wolves waiting for him. It would be easy to give in and let them take him. He could go back to his old life, his old habits, or he could jump off that metaphorical cliff and hope for the best.

Your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Bucky greeted the receptionist with a smile. He asked if he could have breakfast at the hotel restaurant and she agreed before leading him to the Bar Lounge.

The room was large, with row after row of square tables perfectly aligned. There were a few more private seats close to the bar and an oval buffet in the middle of the room. A woman in a dark grey suit scooped a small portion of scrambled eggs onto her plate next to two slices of toasted white bread. She raised her gaze to his and nodded in greeting.

The swing door that led to the kitchen burst open and Bucky turned his attention to the sound. You were carrying a large tank of orange juice to the buffet table, a pen tucked behind your ear and a piece of paper between your lips. There was a slight furrow between your brows as you set the tank on the table.

Your scuffed boots were gone, replaced by black ballet flats. Your pencil skirt rose up as you stretched to reach the highest part of the buffet. Bucky hastily looked away from your bare legs, not wanting to look like a total creep. Once you were done, you smoothed down your skirt and tucked your white shirt into your skirt.

Your hair was brushed away from your face and your lips were painted red, something dark and empowering, and it contrasted beautifully with your strict, uninspiring uniform, which only intended to erase any sense of individuality.

“Hi, how can I h- Hey, I know you,” you said, approaching him. “You’re Bucky.”

He bashfully looked at his shoes. “Yeah, hi.” He cleared his throat and raised his gaze to yours. “I was hoping to run into you. I, uh, I can’t stop thinking about our talk.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I was rude and brusque, and you were incredibly nice. I really feel like an ass.”

You chuckled. “It’s fine. Honestly, I was nervous, too. You should have seen me –I was a complete mess.”

“Could have fooled me,” he replied with a grin. “Though you did say that meeting me was like choosing between a pack of wolves or jumping off a cliff.”

“Gosh!” You facepalmed. “See? A complete mess!” You gestured to the table behind you. “Have you eaten yet? Sit down, it’s on me.” He opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off. “You paid for the taxi. It’s only fair.”

Amused, he shook his head and followed you to the buffet table. Everything looked and smelled delicious. He spotted several glass cereal dispensers filled with frosted flakes, Cap'n Crunch, Lucky Charms and good old Fruit Loops.

“We also have French toasts, pancakes, croissants, turnovers, omelettes, eggs, four different types of bread with margarine, butter, jam, Nutella, or marmalade,” you said without pausing for a breath, “freshly sliced fruits, a variety of yogurts, granola, oatmeal, orange juice, apple juice, Danish pastries, muffins and a great selection of teas.”

“And that’s it?” Bucky asked, his face breaking into a teasing smile. You liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners right before he smiled.

You pouted your lips while you thought. “Actually no, we also have scrambled eggs –which, frankly, I don’t recommend. They come in a plastic bag and we have to heat them up in the microwave. It’s a little gross. You can try the sausage and bacon though, unless you don’t eat meat.”

“And coffee?” He found your flustered reaction to his teasing absolutely adorable.

“Yes, of course,” you said, biting your bottom lip. “Sorry, I get a little excited sometimes.”

“I understand,” he nodded. “That’s a pretty great buffet, though I’ll stay clear of the scrambled eggs.”

You took a few steps toward the kitchen and turned back to him, a little apologetic cringe on your face. “Um, how do you take your coffee? Expresso, Americano, latte, cappuccino, macchiato, mocha, ristretto-” you paused to take a breath “-or iced coffee?”

A laugh bubbled out of him. He couldn’t help it, you were just too endearing. “Black,” he said, grinning. “I know I’m boring.”

“Oh, no! You’re not boring,” you rushed to say, then realized what he was doing. “Ugh, you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“A little.” His nose scrunched up as he said it.

You went to the kitchen to make his cup of coffee and Bucky began to browse the length of the buffet table. Scooping food onto his plate with only one hand proved more challenging than he expected, and he was glad that the lounge was mostly empty.

He could feel the lady in the grey suit’s eyes on him as he moved around. He set his plate on the bar, removed the glass lid, scooped up two hefty pancakes and stacked them on his plate. They looked pretty fluffy, it wouldn’t be hard to cut them with the edge of a fork. Then he replaced the lid and moved his plate closer to the maple syrup bottle.

He glanced at the woman who hastily looked away as if she hadn’t been staring at him the whole time. Annoyed, he kept looking at her while he poured maple syrup over his pancakes. He hated when people stared at him as if he were a freak. He narrowed his eyes menacingly and grinned to himself when she started fidgeting in her seat.

“You must really love maple syrup.”

Bucky paused at the sound of your voice, his features immediately softened. He looked down at his plate and realised he had drowned his pancakes in a gooey river of maple syrup. He must have spaced out during his staring contest with the business woman.

He had a strange look in his eyes, his expression a mix of confusion and anguish. Finally his eyes found yours and you smiled warmly at him, making him fight back a blink. You pried the bottle out of his rigid hand, and he let you take it.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice weak.

You weren’t sure what he was apologizing for but it wasn’t something you were going to analyse right now. “There’s a cup of coffee waiting for you. Best cup in Manhattan.”

He laughed, the crinkles were back. “You’re an angel.”

Bucky returned to his table and loaded his coffee with three teaspoons of sugar before he took a sip. He had always preferred sweet to savoury, and coffee was way too bitter for him.

There wasn’t much to do in the lounge. The television was behind him, the sound kept to a minimum. The lady in the grey suit left soon after and Bucky watched you clean her table.

You moved back and forth between the main room and the kitchen, going about your work and occasionally shooting him a smile. The food was good, not spectacular, but still better than his usual breakfast –two slices of toasted white bread with butter and a cup of coffee.

“Do you need anything else?” you asked, standing next to his table.

“Company?” he said with a hopeful look. “Please.”

You offered him a pained grimace when he gestured at the seat across from him. “I’m not allowed to sit. Sorry.”

It was hard to resist his puppy dog eyes but you needed to keep your job if you wanted to be able to afford your own place.

“Do you like working here?”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged. “I’m glad I have a job.”

“Sam mentioned you’re an artist.”

You shyly looked around you, you were the only two people in the room now. “I haven’t painted since I got this job,” you revealed. “I’m pretty sure my artist membership card has been cancelled.”

“Nope, those are for life.”

You laughed. “I hope so.”

You looked at each other before he asked, “Do you have any pictures of your work?”

You were genuinely surprised that someone wanted to see your work. Usually people offered a half-hearted ‘oh, that nice. I paint, too, occasionally” and changed the subject. You patted your pockets, searching for your phone, and groaned when you remembered that it was in your locker.

“I don’t have my phone with me but wait-” You took a napkin from the table and started writing. “This is my Instagram. I do a bit of everything, mostly landscapes and portraits.”

Bucky took the piece of paper and, before he could comment, a family of four walked into the lounge area. You apologized to him and walked over to the family, greeting them with a smile and asking them if they had a good night’s sleep.

The children looked like walking zombies until they spotted the cereal bar, and then chaos ensued. More people went down to breakfast and you didn’t have time to chat with him anymore.

He stayed a little longer, watching you help the kids pour cereal and milk into their bowls. A man who didn’t speak English very well asked you a question and you froze, trying to make him understand since you didn’t speak his language. Bucky smiled when you mimed the answer. The man laughed and gave you a thumb’s up.

There was something about you, something soft and caring, that made people at ease. Even when people started complaining that the platter of scrambled eggs was empty, you defused the situation so smoothly that they left with a smile on their face. It was the kind of person you were, kind-hearted and willing to help.

An angel.

When you looked in his direction again, Bucky was gone. You felt a pang of disappointment that he hadn’t said goodbye, but you had been so busy that even if he had been trying to get your attention, chances are you wouldn’t have noticed him.

Pouting exaggeratedly to yourself, you went to his table with your tray and a clean rag to collect the dirty dishes. You moved the unfolded napkin and what you saw underneath made you stop. You blinked, once, twice, three times, certain that you were hallucinating. You scooped up the bills and counted them.

$300

Your eyes were the size of saucers as you ran back to the lobby. You checked outside for Bucky but he was gone. You stood there, under the glass awning, with a bewildered look on your face, still clutching the bills.

Part 3

[ais-for-alex]

Come Dance With Me:

So I don’t remember if I actually posted this one on tumblr or not (I couldn’t seem to find it but tbh I also didn’t look to hard) anyway this is a fluffy little fic I wrote awhile ago about the cubs dancing to country music and it’s one of my favorites so I’m gonna share it again. As always characters belong to @lumosinlove 🥰

***

Finn shivered as he tried fitting the key into his front door, somehow the cold winter air had seemed to seep into his bones while he was out running errands. His fingers fumbled with the key numb from the biting air, he knew he should have worn gloves before he left that morning but he couldn’t be bothered to actually find a pair. When he finally slotted the key in and stepped into the apartment, warmth washed over him making him sigh in relief.

“Honeys I’m home!” he called out to Leo and Logan as he slipped out of his jacket and kicked off his sneakers.

“In here,” Leo’s voice called out from the kitchen. Finn felt a smile creep onto his face, as he padded farther into the apartment. Heading towards the kitchen he could smell the delicious aroma of Leo’s cooking and hear soft music issuing from their speakers. Finn paused leaning against the kitchen doorframe a bubble of warmth bloomed in his chest as he watched Leo sway to the rhythm while stirring a pot on the stove, listening to the soft sound of him humming to the music.

Suddenly Leo glanced over his shoulder and spotted Finn watching him, he grinned before flicking the burner to low and setting his spoon aside then turned and opened his arms in a warm invitation.

Finn couldn’t help but let himself be drawn into Leos warmth his long arms wrapping around him.

“Welcome back baby,” Leo said softly pressing a kiss into his red curls, there was a deeper twang in his voice than usual, it made Finns insides squirm. “Have fun at the DMV?” he asked jokingly.

Finn shuddered lightly and pulled away from Leo a grimace on his face as he leaned back against the counter, “I swear to god I was in that line for three hours just for the lady to hand me a form to sign, at this point I am fully convinced that place is literal hell.”

Leo rolled his eyes and chuckled before turning back to the stove.

“Watcha making?” Finn asked leaning over to peer into the pot the smell making his mouth water.

“Mmm, potato soup. I know, probably not the healthiest choice but it’s freezing outside and I felt like comfort food.”

“Hey, no complaints from me it looks amazing Nutty,” Leo smirked at that and sprinkled cheese into the pot.

“Where’s Lo?” Finn asked jumping up to fully sit on the counter he reached over and snagged piece of bacon from where Leo had left them to cool.

“Hey!” Leo said swatting at his hand, “those are for the soup.”

Finn simply grinned and munched happily on the crispy piece.

“Lo said he’s spending the night at Dumo’s. Apparently Katie got sent home from school sick and wouldn’t stop crying until he came over.”

“I guess it’s just you and me tonight then,” Finn said, watching as Leo covered the pot to let it simmer.

He turned to Finn with a soft look in his baby blue eyes before walking forward and slotting himself between Finns open thighs running his hands up them appreciatively.

“I guess so,” Leo leaned forward and caught Finns Lips in a kiss so sweet he felt like he would melt into a puddle right on the counter. Finn could feel the smile on Leo’s mouth as he slid his fingers into silky blond hair pulling him in closer, his legs wrapping around Leo’s waist.

Suddenly Leo pulled away with a gasp of surprise, leaving Finn to chase his lips, “Ah! I love this song!” Leo said happily as the music shifted to the opening notes of something new. He leaned forward again and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Finns mouth and whispered, “Come dance with me baby?”

Finn nodded grinning and slid down from the counter, “of course I will peanut butter.”

Leo led Finn out into the open center of the kitchen and wrapped an arm around his waist pulling him in close until they were nearly pressed together, his other hand holding Finns as they began to sway together moving in circles to the music. With a sigh Finn closed his eyes and pressed his face into Leo’s neck letting him lead him around their kitchen, he could feel the gentle vibrations as Leo began softly humming to the song.

Suddenly Leo’s voice deep with the twang of his southern accent was crooning in his ear the lyrics of a love song, “There's a difference between ‘miss ya’ and ‘I miss your face’ And there's a difference in ‘what's going on?’ and ‘baby, how was your day?’ Yeah, there's a hell of a difference in saying three words or kinda just meaning two, there's a difference in ‘love ya’ and ‘I love you’ And I wanna be the difference, yeah I do.”

Finn was filled with so much love for this man he felt like his heart would burst, he simply basked in the warmth of Leos palm on his lower back pressing him close, and the feeling of his strong heartbeat against his cheek.

***

Logan was completely content to be tucked under Finns arm as they laughed with the crowd, cheering as James got thrown from the mechanical bull. The flashing lights nearly blinding and the music so loud if felt like it was vibrating his bones.

The team was high with adrenaline from their win against Dallas Logan could feel it buzzing through his veins along with the alcohol from his rum and coke. Everything felt warm and happy and when Finn threw his head back laughing Logan couldn’t help but press his lips to the exposed column of his throat, loving the way he could feel him swallow each sip of his drink.

Somehow despite his height Leo had disappeared into the crowd not long after the team had arrived loud and raucous in celebration. Logan glanced around searching for his tall frame but all he could see was a flood of cowboy hats and denim.

“I’ma get a new drink!” Finn yelled over the music, he held up his glass that was now only filled with ice for emphasis.

Logan nodded and let Finns arm fall from his shoulders, he instead snagged his hand and let Finn lead him through the crowd in the direction of the bar.

“What can I get y’all?” the bartender asked.

“Dark and Stormy for me, want anything Lo?”

Glancing down into his half full glass he shook his head, “Nah, I’m good.”

Finn turned back to relay the info to the bartender, while Logan let his gaze wander over the crowd once again.

“Hey, have you seen Nut at all tonight?” he asked Finn.

“Hmm, he said he was going to the bathroom back when we first got here. Haven’t seen him since,” Finn replied taking his cocktail from the bartender. However, Logan didn’t hear him because his eyes had locked on to a tall figure.

“Lo?” Finn asked following his gaze then letting out a gasp at the sight. Leo had fallen into formation with a massive group of people all following the same steps to the music booming through the bar. Somewhere along the way Leo had acquired a cowboy hat that had blue turquoise stones on it, the smile on his face was wide and bright and made like he was laughing, the flashing lights turned his pale skin blue and pink. Logan watched transfixed as he danced thumbs tucked into his pockets not missing a step.

Suddenly Leos eyes found him standing at the bar with Finn watching and his smile turned sultry as he rolled his body to the beat seemingly putting on a show for his boys. Once the song ended Logan lost sight of Leo in the crowd once more. That is until he felt strong arms wrap around him the heat of Leos body pressed flush against his back.

“Did you like watching me, Tremz?” Leo whispered against the shell of his ear making Logan shiver in his arms, the twang of his accent more prominent than normal.

“Nice hat, Nutter Butter,” Finn said with a smirk leaning forward to catch Leo’s lips in a kiss over Logan’s shoulder. Logan could feel Leo still swaying to the beat of the music his body moving with him almost involuntarily.

“Thanks baby,” he said with a grin when Finn finally pulled away. The music had shifted to something slow and Logan could feel his body relaxing further into Leos arms letting him move him with the rhythm. “Come dance with me, Lo?” he asked leaning down to press a soft kiss behind his ear.

“Oui,” he said sighing at the feel of his lips, “yeah, let’s go.”

Finn grinned watching as they made their way onto the dancefloor amongst the other swaying couples.

Leo chuckled when rather than taking his hand Logan simply wrapped both his arms around Leo’s waist letting the taller man lead them around the floor in circles. Logan sighed and buried his face against Leo’s chest. The two seemed to get lost in the movements, lost in the warmth of each other’s arms, in the lights, in the music until Leo cupped a hand against Logan’s jaw tilting his face upwards to look at him.

Logan’s breath caught at the sight of Leos eyes darker in the dim lighting only the flashing blue and pink casting them in color.

“Don't matter where we've been. No, there ain't no better view. Then you in my arms with my eyes on you. With my eyes on you.” The lyrics fell from his lip only a moment before Leo pressed them against Logan’s.

***

Leo could hear the music pouring from their apartment before he even reached the door, the floor seemed to be vibrating with the bass and in all honesty, he had no idea how someone hadn’t complained about it yet. Slipping through the door Leo kicked off his shoes and plopped the grocery bags he was carrying down on the counter, leaving them to search for the source of the loud music.

The moment he stepped into the living room Leo nearly choked on his laugh at the sight of Finn and Logan. As the music continued to spill from the speakers Logan was passionately lip-syncing into the handle of a broom while Finn was rocking air guitar a dust rag clutched in one hand, he watched as they jammed out to the loud music his face pulling into a bright grin. Somehow neither of them noticed as he slipped into the room that is until he turned the music down just a bit.

“Nutty!” Finn shouted throwing his arms open wide and wrapping him in a tight hug.

Leo kissed his cheek, “what are you guys doing,” he asked amused.

“Well, we were trying to clean,” Logan said gesturing widely with his broom, “but apparently you’ve been holding out on us. Why is your country music so catchy? And why can’t I stop listening to it?”

Leo cackled at his words, “it’s all part of my nefarious plan.”

“What nefarious plan?” Finn asked incredulously.

“Oh wouldn’t you like to know,” Leo smirked.

“Plan or not,” Logan said turning the dial to turn the music back up, “this music slaps! Come dance with us Nutty!” Logan shouted with a grin holding his hands out for Leo to take.

Leo rolled his eyes but smiled and took his hand pulling Logan into a spin, Leo could Feel Finns hands on his hips as they moved to the beat. The three of them moved together limbs tangling as they stumbled around their apartment spinning and twisting to the booming music. They laughed at how absurd they must look but basked in how perfect the moment was anyway.

Leo pulled each of them in for a kiss letting his love pour into each of them through his smile and his lips. As the next song on the playlist began reverberating through their home Leo threw his head back and let the words fall from his lips, “If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be. Baby, just let it be. If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be. Baby, just let it be.”

Leo had every intention of simply letting life be, and if he spent the rest of it just dancing with the men currently pressed on either side of him he was pretty sure that would be as close to perfect as life would ever get.

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[sneezefiction]

dance with me

Bokuto x Reader - Scenario

event request: “Can you do prompt 2. Dance with me for Bokuto?? Congrats btw!”

a/n: i’m always down to write anything for Bokuto, bb. enjoy some fluffy, slow-dancing moments with your fiancé, Bo, for me please, love!!

warnings: mentions of marriage & engagements

wc: 1350

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“Y/n, can you set that down for a minute?” Bokuto’s grin peeks over the top of your paperback book as he pushes it down with his hands.

“But Bo, I’m at the best part!” You whine, pulling it towards your chest, away from his grasp.

He’s leaning over you now, a signature pout adorning his expression. You try not to look up, but you can’t help it.

No.

Not those eyes.

His puppy-dog expression tugs at your heartstrings in the worst way. His eyebrows are knitted together with such sorrow, imploring you to give him your undivided attention.

“For me? Please.” He’s begging. Again, a puppy-dog. 

“I just want to be with you…” His head is tilted, eyes pleading.

You sigh helplessly. So needy.

But you give him a soft smile, gently marking the chapter and setting aside your beloved book for the boy you love even more.

His eyes light up immediately, Bokuto’s smile is beaming at full-force once again. Just as it should be.

“Fine-” 

As soon as he gets verbal confirmation, he’s grabbing you firmly by the underneath of your thighs and lifting you up off the couch causing you to gasp. Your balance is thrown completely off. He laughs as you frantically tuck your legs behind his back and throw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling backward.

With that, you give him a frustrated frown, but the moment his eyes crinkle with mischief, you know you’re in trouble. He squeezes your thighs, tickling you, which forces you to abandon your forced frown and sends you into a bout of bubbling laughter.

A peachy blush forms across his grinning face at the sound of your voice, even though he’s the one who’s supposed to be getting you flustered. Bokuto buries his face into the crook of your neck, drawing your body even closer to his. You tighten your hold around his neck, loving the way his soft, grey hair brushes against your face.

Bokuto is always trying to find new ways to incite that divine sound. 

It’s like music to his ears… 

Music...

“AH MUSIC.” He blurts out, jolting his head back to face you, a flash of excitement glimmering in his golden-yellow eyes.

His sudden movement shouldn’t have startled you since he’s almost never calm for more than a few seconds, but you still haven’t fully adapted to his chaotic tendencies.

“Babe, what?” You question, cocking an eyebrow at his goofy expression. 

“Ahhh, just come with me!” He expresses impatiently.

“Bo, you’re literally carrying me.” You state, but not without a laugh.

So he sets you down gently, allowing your feet to meet the floor before immediately dashing to the next room over, leaving you confused and wondering what your boisterous sweetheart was getting you into this time.

But in all truth, you’ve never loved someone more.

Before Bokuto, you’d always fallen for short-term lovers. “Bad boys,” as Bokuto now cheesily refers to them as.

It was easy to fall for their mysterious, eye-catching personalities and attractive faces. 

They promised you pretty things. Long, steamy nights in dim-lit hotel rooms. Flirty, messy kisses in darkened theaters. Yes, your past boyfriend’s showered you in dirty, devoted promises about what they would do to you.

But it was never about what they would do for you.

You would always end up wishing for more. For something beautiful to happen in the slower, cloudier moments of life. For someone to last longer than the sunny, sensual seconds…

Yet they never stuck around to share the little things. You were always racing against time. Any ounce of conflict or trouble would crumble the already shaky foundation of your relationship.

It was never like that with Bokuto.

It didn’t bother him if you were sick, blowing your nose for 4 days straight or leaning over a toilet seat. He was there. Never leaving you alone except to get groceries or medicine. Holding your hair back and buying you boxes of tissues and cough drops. He would gladly catch a cold for you.

It didn’t matter that you were trapped inside your apartment on your 2 year anniversary, sheets of pouring rain coasting across the window panes, the weather laughing at your attempts to go out. Bokuto was impossible to faze in moments like these. He lit candles across the kitchen counter-tops when the power gave out and wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you concocted a dessert of some sort. You two consumed ungodly amounts of cookie dough that night and shared in celebratory chocolate kisses.

It didn’t change when you were grief-stricken. When you’d locked yourself behind a closet door, sobbing and mourning your most recent loss. He would sit on the opposite side of the door. Waiting for you. Crying with you. That small space under the door? Bokuto used it to feel around for your fingers, linking them together with his digits when he found them. That day, and many times after, he coaxed you out of real and metaphorical closets with loving, gentle words. 

It’s why you chose to set that precious book down today. 

It’s why you let him hold you whenever he’s feeling needy or lonely, a knowing smile etched onto your face.

It’s why you decided to put on that gold-laced engagement ring. Why you accepted his teary-eyed marriage proposal months ago.

Because for so long, you couldn’t see yourself with anyone for more than a couple months at most. It always seemed to end no matter how much effort you put into your side of the relationship.

Yet Bo gave you every reason to believe that he would stick around, making you feel like you always had a place by his side. That you were always wanted. Worthy of a lifelong commitment. 

And whether you liked it or not, he would’ve bugged you until you agreed to marry him, so it’s probably a good thing you accepted the first time around.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts because just as soon as he had raced out of the room, he’s back with a newfound energy, hands full with a massive Bluetooth speaker and a fully-charged phone.

The moment it’s set up, he’s choosing a song. His eyes dash through all of his beloved playlists labeled with strangely specific names. You peer over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the one he’s scrolling through.

The playlist is titled “Dance With Me.”

You burst into another soft fit of giggles over the lovey-dovey name, causing him to turn his head, much like a curious owl.

He had the makings to be a charmer. And a cheeseball.

Both, for sure.

“Y/nnnn, don’t make fun of me! I need to practice for the wedding, don’t I?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you like a schoolboy with a crush.

A smile silently adorns your features.

With the click of a song, your ears are blessed with the melodic flow of R&B, thick with bluesy guitars and lyrical loveliness. A true slow jam, perfect for rocking on heels and leaning into broad shoulders.

You roll your eyes, throwing your arms around his neck for the 2nd time today.

“We’ve still got 8 months til we’re married, baby.” You remind him, your heart jumping at your own words. 

8 short months.

8 months until forever.

Forever with your favorite person.

And it doesn’t scare you. No, the flutters in your stomach are reassuring and brimming with excitement. 

You couldn’t wait.

So you rest your forehead against his, staring deeply into his contemplative orbs.

As you two sway to the beat, you can tell he’s thinking. Pondering that sentence. Cultivating a response. You can feel it in the way his thumbs stroke the sides of your hips in deliberation.

He’s searching your gaze and his own mind. Drawing a conclusion.

You just wait. Swaying to the beat, drinking in his almond, vanilla scent, patiently watching his thought process unfold before you.

“I just wish it were sooner.” He whispers, eyes locked on yours.

Oh.

Oh Bokuto.

You release your hold around his neck, slowly drawing your face away from his and moving your hands toward his features. The slow dancing pauses, his feet subconsciously planting themselves on the floor in curious anticipation of what’s to come.

Your knuckles stroke his cheekbones, causing him to flush slightly. Fingers brush against his jawline, your eyes now concentrated on his lips.

How dare he speak such beautiful things with that mouth. Always so smooth when you least expect it.

You lean in, giving him a soft peck, lingering on his lips for just for a moment. Enough to tease him. Because it’s so unfair of him to say things like that... 

When he knows full well that you would marry him right here, on the spot.

Under the broken chandelier in your dingy apartment’s living room, you would dedicate your whole life to him, vows and all, while twirling to a playlist called “Dance With Me.”

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[chemiste]

Logan and The Diamonds

a/n: aaaaaah to be a rockstar and have harry styles fall in love with you

mah masterlist bitches

The crowed roared. 

The stage shook with excitement. 

You and your girls rose up about of the floor, posed and ready for battle. Standing in the center, you raised your arm up to the sky and yelled into the microphone, “I give you, Logan and the Diamonds!”

The beat dropped and you started the song.

Your band consisted of 5 girls, Bonni, Effy, Pearl, and Tonya, then yourself. Your band had been on the cover of the Rolling Stones, TIME magazine, Vogue, and many others. Logan was your stage name, you were the head of the band, lead singer and a cut-throat song-writer. 

Roughy a year ago you would have been sitting in your cramp dorm room apartment, pouring out lyrics onto any spare piece of paper you had, now here you were, absolutely smashing it on your world tour with your Diamonds.

Bonni and Effy danced together down the middle aisle of the stage, Effy grabbed a flower crown thrown to the stage and slapped it onto her curly head of purple hair. Bonni laughed and started her verse of the song, throwing an arm around her bandmate and swayed. 

Pearl and Tonya were on the right side of the main stage, grinding together. You stood on the left, running a hand through the crowd that was desperate for a simple taste of you and your girls.

Your band was unique in a way not seen for a while. You never wore the same outfit, only coordinating colors, each time different for each performance. 

Tonight was sliver, Bonni had on sliver high-waisted pants and a matching crop top. Effy wore a mini romper, sliver sequins shaking with her every move. Pearl had on sliver eyeshadow and Tonya wore a sliver skirt. You went with a biker jacket, sliver studs engulfed your shoulders and back. Your black jeans were tight against your legs and honestly, you looked fucking hot. You felt it too. 

You and your girls were on fire.

Harry thought so too.

He’d heard of your band a few months ago when he heard Mitch and Sarah jamming out to your song, Devil in the Daylight, during a break at rehearsal. 

After that, his curiosity kept him circling back to your band’s Instagram, keeping up with any news that popped up. Finally, after a few months, he snatched some pit tickets for one of your band’s shows. Sarah and Mitch attended with him as well, and were now laughing and singing to their hearts content, crammed up to the front of the stage.

The song ended and applause followed, the girls moved to different spots on the long runway, waving to screaming fans.

Effy spoke up, “Alight right everyone, you know the drill! Every show we do a surprise cover of a song, I wanna see how fast you can figure this one out.”

 Bonni walked along the left side of the runway, flipping a long dark braid over her shoulder. “This song is from one of the 2015s most iconic bands,” she said.

 Tonya continued, “If most of you are over 15 and haven’t been living under a rock, you deficiently know the band—“ “Maybe even have a favorite,” Pearl added on.

“We all do,” you said, smirking out to the crowd as the yelled answers.

Sarah and Mitch went through bands with each other as Harry watched you and your bandmates scan the crowd. Harry liked your look, it reminded him of a metal head and the aura you gave off was just a confidence that made him want to be with you or even just be you. 

H looked around and took a moment to realize he wasn’t the only one.

People yelled out random bands.

“Mumford and Sons!”

“Fallout Boy!”

“Fifth Harmony!”

“Maroon 5!”

Harry chuckled before throwing all caution to the wind and yelled, “One Direction!”

You head snapped to the area he was in, trying to see who’d said the name.

 “Well, my diamonds, looks like we have a winner! 3, 2, 1 lets go!”

The girls lined up in specific poses as the music started, the crowd roared with excitement finally knowing the song.

You started,

I've got fire for a heart

I'm not scared of the dark

You've never seen it look so easy

I got a river for a soul

And baby, you're a boat

Baby, you're my only reason

Harry’s jaw dropped, as Pearl sang Louis’ part, his eyes stayed trained on you. Your body moved with the song, throwing your head back and swaying to the beat.

All my life

You stood by me

When no one else was ever behind me

All these lights

They can't blind me

With your love, nobody can drag me down

You danced to your girl’s singing, happy to be on stage doing the thing you loved most.

All my life

You stood by me

When no one else was ever behind me

All these lights

They can't blind me

With your love, nobody can drag me down

Harry watched, absolutely amazed by how you just dominated the song, no hesitation. You smirked as you ran a hand through the screaming crowd. Glancing over, you watched as Effy pretended to twerk on Tonya who was laughing hysterically.

I got a fire for a heart

I'm not scared of the dark

You've never seen it look so easy

I got a river for a soul

And baby, you're a boat

Baby, you're my only reason

Bonni sang Niall’s part, walking over to where you stood with a bit of swagger, possibly imitated the man she was singing for. 

You flipped your hair dramatically and leaned an arm on her shoulder while sticking out her tongue. Harry’s eyes stayed trained on your body as you waltzed down the stage, singing into your microphone.

If I didn't have you there would be nothing left (nothing left)

The shell of a man who could never be his best (be his best)

If I didn't have you, I'd never see the sun (see the sun)

You taught me how to be someone

Yeah

The rest of the girls joined you at the edge of the tongue of the stage, basically within feet of Harry and co. Sarah was freaking out, shaking Mitch’s arm with an enthusiasm H hadn’t seen since tour.

All my life

You stood by me

When no one else was ever behind me

All these lights

They can't blind me

With your love nobody can drag me down

Nobody, nobody

Nobody can drag me down

Nobody, nobody

Nobody can drag me

All my life

You stood by me

When no one else was ever behind me

All these lights

They can't blind me

With your love nobody can drag me down

The Diamonds had now each taken a spot along the aisle, Bonni closest to the main stage, then Effy, Pearl, Bonni, and right at the front, you. The former band boy’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what was about to happen.

Nobody, nobody

Nobody can drag me down (down)

Nobody, nobody

Nobody can drag me (down)

Mitch turned to Harry, “Is she about to—“ He nodded, not able to use words.

Nobody, nobody

Here comes the moment of truth.

“Nobody can drag me dooooooowwwnnnn!”

Holy shit.

She was nailing it.

Nobody, nobody

Like a true lead singer, you took few steps forward and slid on your knees to the edge before signing your part again.

“Nobody can drag me dooooooowwwnnnn!”

Nobody, nobody

Slowly, you lifted your head looking up to the nosebleeds. Harry swore a halo from the stage lights lit up atop your head.

“Nobody can drag me down.”

The crowd was silent for a moment before erupting with applause in excitement and energy. The Diamonds and you rounded together for a big hug, relieved your surprise song did well.

Bonni waved to the crowd signaling them to die down, “I’m glad y’all liked it. Actually we all were really pumped for this song cause we all have a favorite in the band!” 

Fans screamed, overjoyed from the news. Effy laughed, “Ya, we all got to sing as our favorites, can you believe that?!”

Oh.

Oh.

I’m her favorite?

You cackled, picking up a lollipop that had been thrown to the stage and pulled the wrapper off, popping it into your mouth.

Harry’s pants got a little bit tighter at the sight.

“Yeah, you guys should’ve seen Logan in the recording studio, I think she about cried when we decided to this song.” Peal said.

Tonya was soon to jump in, “Exactly, this girl fought hard, no one was going to have Harry’s part except her.” H watched as you brought a hand up to cover your face.

“Oh come on guys, stop it…” You whined into the mic while hiding under your hand. Mitch bumped Harry’s shoulder, “Dude, I can’t believe Logan has the hots for you!”

Right as Mitch said that, Harry knew it was too late. 

A few girls beside them looked over to the commotion that a drunken Mitch was making, and promptly freaked at the sight of Harry Styles. Harry groaned slightly as the two girls whispered about the rockstar next to them.

What he wasn’t excepting was what happened next.

“HEY LOGAN, HARRY’S OVER HERE!”

Harry’s jaw dropped open while Sarah bursted out in laughter, fans started talking, loudly, about the man in the crowd.

“Logan! Over here!”

“Harry Styles is at your show!”

“I think he liked your performance!”

“Logan! Logan!”

You were enjoying the lollipop, finishing it and putting the wrapper around the sticky part of the stick when you heard some commotion from the left side of the pit. 

As the girls chatted to fans and each other, you walked closer to the bubbly whispers of the crowd calling your name. 

Harry watched in partial horror as you crouched down on the stage, roughy 5 feet from where he was standing. He watched your face scrunch in confusion, listening to the conglomerated voices trying to tell you something.

You spoke softly into the mic as to not disturb your fellow bandmates from their conversion with the rest of the crowd. 

“What’s wrong guys?” 

A few hyper voices spoke up and Harry saw it on your face the moment you knew. You eyebrows rose ever so slightly and you followed the trail of pointing fingers to him.

When your eyes locked, you knew you were done for.

Fucking— oh my, Harry Styles just watched me basically sell my soul to his song.

And he knows about my crush, damn.

You face flushed with warmth as did Harry’s, a pink tint lighting his cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you raised the mic to your lips.

“Hi Harry.”

<3

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