#god he’s so sexy hot i’m losing my mind

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I swear every summer I become obsessed with a new fictional man and I think this guy is taking the throne this season.

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I’m not jealous (Aaron Hotchner)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aaron was going to show you how not jealous he is.

Rating: Mature 18+ only

Warnings: Jealous Aaron (though he is adamant he isn't), Reader taking advantage of a sweet guy, manhandling, Dom!Aaron, condescending, being called good girl (which made me MELT), Aaron spanks her once, fingering, overstimulation, Aaron is a sweet aftercare guy

Words: 2.9k

Main Masterlist | Criminal Minds Masterlist

Jealousy can be very ugly.

It can also be very hot. And on Aaron Hotchner it was sexy as hell. The way his jaw clenched, his eyes darken, and the air around him just got thick with tension you knew about, but the line was never crossed.

You had feelings for Aaron, everyone in the BAU knew it, he knew it, and he still had yet to decide what, and if, he felt for you.

You always tried to push him, loving the way he seemed so close to losing it only to watch him attempt to reel himself in. Once you had danced with a guy at the bar after a long case and your eyes never left Aaron. No matter how many times the guy dipped his head to kiss (more like slobbered with how drunk he was) your neck, you continued to stare at him, surprised that the glass he was holding didn’t break with the force of his grip, his knuckles already white.

And when you decided you were done with your dance partner, you attempted to leave only to have him get aggressive. You knew you could fit him off if need be, but it was much more satisfying when Aaron strode over and introduced him to that amazing right hook of his.

It was even better when he took you roughly by the waist and led you out of the bar.

In his car, you tried to push a little more, wanting him to finally admit something to you.

“God,” You sigh and brush your hand down his arm, admiring the way they flex under your touch, “You are so hot when you are jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“There is no need to deny the chemistry between us, Aaron. We aren’t on the clock so you aren’t my Unit Chief, and I am not your underling, though I would so love to be under you.” You purr, warmth flooding your as his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, your eyes following the motion longingly.

It would be easier if he would just give in to what was going on between the two of you.

But sadly, that was where the night ended for you.

Aaron took you back to your apartment, walked you up (like the gentleman he was), and left you there all alone.

Over the next few months you tried again and again to prove there was something between you, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Pulling him out of his office for lunch or bringing it to him, just to make sure he would eat. Putting sticky notes on his monitor or his desk with little encouragements and reminders since you knew he could get too far into his own head and needed some help out.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t do things for you.

Bringing you coffee, made just to your liking, at the beginning of the shift or when you run low on your own coffee. He always seemed to know when you needed your fix. He also would save you a seat on the plane, the one next to the window because he knows you like to look out at the clouds during long flights.

“When we land, Y/n, Reid and I will go to the police station to set up. Morgan, you and Emily check out the crime scene.”

Aaron dished out the rest of the orders as the plane started to descend. Honestly after he told you where you were going to be, which of course was with him because he always seemed to think he needed to keep an eye on you, something you couldn’t decide if was out of how similar your skill sets are or because he has a constant need to be near you, you stopped listening.

You were certain that it was both. You knew Aaron wouldn’t sacrifice the case or the people involved just for a romantic feeling towards you.

Once you landed and got to the police station, everything seemed to flash by in a whirlwind.

You barely had any time to focus on anything other than catching the asshole that was killing women.

“You seem to be running into the ground, Agent.”

Officer Danny Grant was such a little cutie and seemed to immediately take a liking to you.

“I’ll rest when we catch this guy.” You reach for your cup of awful cop coffee, even though it was the only thing keeping you going at the moment, but frowned when you found the cup empty.

Cursing, you turn away from the board to get more.

“Here.” Grant offered you another cup, his face a little flushed and a smile on his lips. “I noticed you were low. I don’t know how you take it so I just made it black. If you need any creamer or sugar I can get it for you.”

“Thanks, Grant.” You smiled and took the cup. The warmth of it not only warming your hands, but your heart a little as well. Usually Aaron would bring you coffee, but this case seemed to take a toll on him, which you remind yourself you would have to check on him later. Now that someone else noticed and cared enough to bring you something so small, yet so vital, was sweet.

You take a sip of the black coffee, wishing it was sweeter, but the jolt of bitterness was the wake up you needed.

“I usually like it sweet, but black is fine. It’s just what I need.”

Grant continued to stick to your side, helping with the case whenever he could and bringing you more coffee (this time with a side of sugar). He was actually very helpful and you enjoyed the company of him, conversation and ideas bouncing easily.

Aaron on the other hand didn’t like the attention you were getting from the young, wide eyed officer.

He couldn’t stand the fact that he was distracting you from the case at hand (even though he wasn’t actually), the way you laughed when he said something you deemed funny, but it wasn’t, and the thing he hated the most was the smile you beamed at him when he brought you more coffee.

The smile you usually only gave him. Why were you giving it to this guy? Even when the group went out and you flirted with other men, knowing that it would get a rise out of him (though he would never admit it out loud) you never gave them that kind smile, the one that made your nose scrunch up so adorably.

It would be so easy for Aaron to go over there. He can imagine himself pulling you away from Grant. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you felt pressed against his own body. The amount of nights he had to pull himself away from you, unable to cross that line, the line between boss and subordinate. A line that he’s tiptoed since the first time he saw you.

If only it was that simple to give into you.

A few hours later, you could feel your steam running out and your eyes drooping, no matter how much coffee you drank.

“There hasn’t been any new information.” Aaron’s voice woke you just before your head hit the conference table for the second time that night, “Let’s call it a night and look at this in the morning with fresh eyes.”

“No no,” you whine, failing to lift your eyelids, “I can keep going.”

“Agent Hotchner is right. Come on, let's get you to the hotel.”

Just as Grant reached for you, Aaron was quick to his feet, striding over to you with only a few steps and grabbing your shoulder before Grant could. “I have her.” Aaron lifted you up, one hand resting under both of your legs and the other on your back, smirking at Grant as you wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle into him.

The look of shock on the officer’s face was sickeningly satisfying.

Never would Aaron be this bold, especially in front of others, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn't just let this man touch you. Not after spending all day watching his poor attempts at flirting.

You could, and probably would, be upset with him tomorrow.

Aaron lifted his chin, daring others to say anything as he made his way through the precinct with you tucked in his arms. Once you were outside, you push your face into his neck subconsciously, inhaling his scent and sending a shiver through him, thankful that at least some part of you waited until you were out of sight to get clingy with him.

“You are,” You yawn, lips brushing against his skin,”so hot when you are jealous.”

“I am not jealous.”

All you did was hum in response as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

For the rest of the case you stuck to Grant every chance you got, barely paying Aaron any attention.

He knew you were doing it on purpose. You knew he knew that you knew you were doing it on purpose.

Thankfully the team was able to wrap up the case and it was only one night left before you left.

No more case. No more reason to stay in California. No more Grant.

Aaron wonders if he should be as happy as he was as he pressed the button for your floor on the elevator. He doesn’t have much time to think about it when a minute later the elevator door opens and he sees Grant standing at your door, leaning against the open door with you.

“So now that the case is over, do you want to get dinner before you leave? I’m sure hotel food isn’t as good as a good burger at this little dive I know down the street.”

You giggle at his forwardness. While you do love and want Aaron, turning down a free meal from a cute man before you never see him again couldn’t hurt, right?

“You know a little dive? Is it a ‘California delicacy?’”

Grant leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh absolutely.”

Rage and jealousy flows through Aaron, his jaw and fists clenched. His legs carried him towards you before his brain could catch up.

No more games.

In a flash, Aaron grabbed Grant by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and away from you.

“A Aaron?!” You squeak as the man pushes you into your hotel room, closing and locking the door behind you.

His hands grab your wrists, tugging and trapping them above your head, the air leaving you completely as his lips crash against yours.

The months and months of tension finally exploded within you, arching your hips to meet him, gasping when he grips your wrists tighter in warning.

“You really can’t resist flirting can you?” Aaron’s voice may have been calm, almost bored, but his eyes betrayed the fire, the anger he held. “You just love to rile me up.”

“I thought,” you moan when he moves to kiss your neck, “you weren’t jealous.”

His laugh is condescending, one of his hands snaking down to your side while the other held tight. This was the Aaron Hotchner you wanted, the one you knew he could be if you just pushed right, but now that he was here you didn’t quite know how to handle him.

Not that you would let him know. Not as your body shivers when he rests his hand on your waist, nails digging through the material of your jeans.

“You and I both know I am not. Why be jealous when your body is so truthful with me? It tells me everything,” His smirk widens as he cupped your cunt and you whine, subconsciously grinding against his hand, seeking the dull pleasure you could get through the two layers of fabric separating you, “I need to know. It is an open book for me.”

You want to cry when Aaron withdraws from you, only proving his point further. God you want him. More than absolutely anything.

“Now be a good girl and get on the bed. I want you naked and on all fours by the time I get out of the bathroom.”

“T The bathr…” Your words die on your lips when Aaron gives you a pointed stare, one that has you clenching around nothing, before he walks away from you and into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar, almost as if daring you to disobey him.

As much as you wanted to, just to see what he would do to you, you decided that would be for a different time. Quickly shedding your top and jeans, you obey like the good girl you want to be for him.

You wait for what feels like an eternity, but was probably only five minutes before you could hear Aaron’s footsteps coming out of the bathroom. Instinct has you turning your head to look at him, “Don’t you fucking move.” but his harsh voice has you snapping it back and a shiver running down your spine.

Or was that his fingers that danced along your back? Honestly you didn’t know, but you didn;t have time to ponder it before he splayed his open palm across one of your ass cheeks, drawing back and coming down with a swift smack.

You moan, the sudden motion causing you to fall forward, your arms giving out.

“Just a little taste of what happens when you play with me.” Aaron rubbed the spot where you were sure was going to be slightly red from the force. “But I won’t give you more since you seemed to follow my orders like such a good girl.”

A whine escapes you at his words. You wanted to hear them over and over. To be praised by him over and over. His fingers ghost from your ass straight to your center, pressing and feeling, but never fully sinking into you.

“Oh fuck,” You squirm under his carful attention, “Please. Please Aaron!”

“Please what? How will I know what you want without words?”

You cry as the tip of his finger comes dangerously close to your clit only for him to pull it away just as quickly. You knew what he was doing. He was teasing you just like you had teased him, almost like a form of sick payback, and though he did have the upper hand, you felt like you had already won.

You had him in bed.

“Please touch me, Aaron. I need your hands on me, in me, anything.”

“There we go.” 

The reward for your confession was sweet. His fingers circled your clit, applying the right amount of pressure that had you moaning loudly. Aaron continued to work you, leaving your brain in a haze of pleasure which only intensified when he finally moved to sink one finger into your core.

“Fuck..” Aaron curses, his finger setting a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, admiring the embarrassingly wet noises your cunt makes. “You are so wet.”

You moan when he slides a second finger in, then a third, the stretch burning oh so deliciously.

He’s got you at his mercy, hips rocking back to meet his thrusts, drool pooling on the hotel sheets below you. “Aaron!” You cry, the coil in your gut pushing and pushing you closer to the edge, threatening to break and toss you into a sweet release.

“Let go.”

With his permission, and his fingers brushing that sweet spot that made you see stars, you do.

You scream as your orgasm crashes into you. If the outside could hear you, you didn’t care. All that mattered was Aaron, his name the only thing occupying your mind and the only thing spilling out of your mouth as if it was the only name you knew.

And right now it was.

Aaron continued to thrust his fingers into you, helping you through your orgasm until you tried to pull away from him, but his other hand gripped your waist, pulling you back and onto his fingers.

“Aaron!” You squirmed. It was too much, but you didn’t want him to stop as his fingers expertly stroked and thrust, bringing you to a second orgasm in record time. Tears prick your eyes, your body shaking, feeling weightless and not here.

You didn’t even notice when Aaron carefully turned you on your back, brushing your hair back from your face and kissing your forehead. He treated you like procaline, peppering kisses all over your face until you came back to him. “There’s my girl.”

His girl. The thought had you smiling like a lovesick fool, which was appropriate because you were. No longer were the steel eyes and lustful gaze, but soft brown eyes filled with an adoration you weren’t used to seeing. You swallow and reach for him. Aaron wrapped you in his arms and held you close.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Now what? Was he going to continue? Fuck you? Or, and something you hoped he wouldn’t do, leave you.

Aaron, the ever brilliant profiler he was, could see the war going on in your head before you could speak. He leaned down to kiss you, hand gently rubbing shapes on your upper thigh.

“Don’t worry. I will be right here for more when you wake.”

You feel a little guilty about not returning the favor, but Aaron quickly shuts that down. He grabs the hotel comfort and pulls it up, covering the two of you, tucking you into his chest. Your eyes feel heavy from the force of cumming twice (and Aaron’s skilled fingers) that you couldn’t seem to argue, eyes closing as sleep takes over.

You definitely would make him feel good when you wake up.

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All You Have To Do Is Ask

(Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson)

Summary: Ever since your boyfriend Steve found out that you lost your virginity to your friend Eddie he can’t stop thinking about the two of you together, the fantasies of you and Eddie tangled together running through his mind on repeat. It starts off with just the two of you but when the fantasies start to evolve and Eddie is touching him too, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it. WK:9k (idk how that happened)

Warnings: Modern AU, Everyone’s in their mid 20s, Kinda fuck boy Eddie in the beginning, Steve is having major bipanic, Dom!Eddie, kinda Sub!Steve, Sub!Reader, handjobs, oral (both m & f receiving), facial (Steve cums on readers face), cum eating, unprotected sex, threesome, choking, hair pulling, pining all around, kinda angst because Eddie loves reader and thinks it’s one sided, but it happy endings from me always! I think that’s it? If I missed any please lmk! 18+MNDI

A/N: Okay this one took me forever because I kept changing my mind about how I wanted it and I’m still not obsessed with how it turned out but thank you to my lovely betas @bimbobaggins69 @lilthbunny & @reidsbtch for hyping me up, I probably would’ve scraped this entire idea if it wasn’t for you guys.🖤

It was a hot summer day and Eddie was over at you and Steve’s apartment complex to take advantage of the pool and if he didn’t know any better he would think you were trying to torture him. You were laying on your side on one of the lounge chairs in this little black bikini and no matter how hard he tried to focus on anything else his eyes kept wandering back to the way your tits were squeezed into the top and the way bottoms fit your ass perfectly.

Then there was fucking Eddie, sitting on the chair across from you dramatically telling a story with his hands. He was shirtless and he had pulled his shaggy locks into a low bun. Droplets from it still being wet dripped down his chest and Steve found himself wanting to lick it off, chlorine be damned.

The way the water and sweat made his skin glisten made Steve think about him being sweaty in other situations.

Like you on your hands and knees while Eddie railed you from behind. Eddie between your legs eating your pussy like a man starved. Or you with your mouth stuffed full of Eddie’s cock, drool dripping down your chin from gagging. The scenes have been playing out in his head like a movie he couldn’t seem to stop watching. He was starting to feel like he was losing his mind.

It all started a few weeks ago when Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan came over to you and Steve’s. You were all sitting in the living room having a few drinks and passing around a blunt Eddie brought when the topic of how everyone lost their virginity came up.

Obviously when it came to Nancy’s story, she didn’t go into detail but her bringing it up in any capacity was enough to make Steve feel a little awkward. But that feeling didn’t last long, Eddie’s story brought on a whole different set of emotions.

“I lost mine on my sixteenth birthday, I had just got the van and I took this really awesome girl out to lovers lake. I wasn’t even expecting anything, we had been close friends for a while and I didn’t think she thought of me that way. But she straddled me and told me she wanted to give me her virginity for my birthday. I remember being such a fumbly idiot because I was so surprised but she was so sexy and confident about it. Honestly the best possible way I could’ve lost it.” He looked Steve in the eyes and smirked like he knew something he didn't.

“Oh my god Eddie! You make it sound like it was so romantic we bumped heads the first time we tried to kiss and then you spent almost 5 minutes trying to get my bra off because you were determined to do it yourself ‘for practice’” You giggled and smacked him on the arm.

“Wait… you guys?” Steve felt his mouth go dry because you never told him this, granted he hasn’t told you about how he lost his virginity either, but still, it seems like this would’ve come up considering how often Eddie is around now.

“Still wouldn’t change it for the world princess. You’re forgetting the part where we went back to my trailer and I made you scream my name all night long.”

“Oh my fucking god Eddie… shut up.” You laughed as you took the blunt from his hand to take a pull off of it.

Steve felt his cheeks grow hot, but not for the reason he was expecting. Normally he would feel jealous to some extent that the guy his girlfriend lost her virginity to was sitting in the living room of their shared apartment telling the story like it was the best night of his life but something about the way Eddie was talking made him blush.

“To answer your question Steve, yeah we did, and not just that time.” Eddie took a sip of his beer, a bit of it not making it into his mouth causing it to drip down his chin and for a split second Steve thought about licking it off... Wait what the fuck?

“Were you guys like… together?”

“No honey, we were just friends with benefits, we still went on dates with and saw other people. But neither of us found someone good enough to keep around, until I met you.” You smiled sweetly at him, pushing back a piece of his hair that came out of place.

“Best friends with benefits, thank you very much. But for me I don’t think I’ll ever find someone good enough to keep around, I’m good on all that lovey dovey shit. Speaking of, this has been wonderful my dear friends, but alas, this girl I've been talking to sent me a nude and asked me what I was doing over an hour ago. So I must bid you all farewell.” How bowed, exiting in a typical Eddie fashion, leaving Steve feeling more confused than he ever had in his life.

The night went on without it being mentioned again, but it was all Steve could think about, even as he laid in bed trying to fall asleep he couldn’t shake the visions of you and Eddie tangled together.

The fantasies keep evolving beyond Steve’s control, at first it was just you and Eddie in various states of pleasure. The first fantasies were focused on you, the way your eyes roll in the back of your head when you cum, those sweet little whimpers you make when he hits just the right spot, the way your tits bounce when you ride him… which were his regular fantasies but the only difference being Eddie was the one fucking you instead of him. Then they started to shift, his mind started to focus on the way Eddie’s hands would look on your body, the faces and sounds he might make, what his cock would look like slipping in and out of your tight wet pussy. They shifted again when he started imaging himself there with you, watching Eddie make you fall apart underneath him, maybe even joining in, fucking your face while he has a perfect view of Eddie taking you from behind. But they truly took a turn when he started to imagine how Eddie’s lips might feel against his, if his hands would feel rough against his skin from years of guitar playing, what his dick might feel like inside him and not just you.

But he didn’t think that was something that could ever happen. What if he made you uncomfortable by bringing it up? What if you thought he was weird? What if you didn’t love him anymore? On top of all of that, even if you were okay with it, he wasn’t sure if Eddie even likes guys.

“Hey baby, you okay?” Steve was snapped out of his trance by the sound of your voice, looking over at you with a look that he hoped looked semi composed.

“Huh? Yeah honey, I’m good. Just thinking about how much I love you.”

“I love you too, silly boy. You sure you’re okay? You checked out for a second there.” You sit up next to him on the lounge chair so you can put your head on his shoulder and rub little circles on his bicep with the tips of your fingers.

“Hmm? Yeah, I think I’m just starting to get a little hungry or something, I’m fine baby, I promise.” He smiles at you sweetly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“You wanna head inside soon and get something to eat?”

“Yeah I-“

“God damn.” Eddie groans, cutting Steve off while looking at his phone with wide eyes.

“What? Another nude? You’re such a hoe.” You snort, at this point you were used to him bragging about his exploits even if it did give you a weird feeling you forced yourself to ignore.

“Yeah. This guy just sent me a dick pic and it’s fucking nice. Wanna see it Steve?” He looks Steve directly in the eyes and smirks.

Steve’s eyes grow wide and he tries his best to compose himself before speaking.

“Do I wanna-? What? Why would I? Why would I want to see it?” Despite his best efforts his voice cracks slightly and he internally scolds himself.

“I don’t know.” Eddie shrugs. “Just thought you might be interested is all.”

Steve’s head is spinning, why would Eddie ask him that? Did he know? Was he too obvious? Eddie likes guys?

“I didn’t - uh - I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“You didn’t know that? I feel like it’s common knowledge that Eddie likes to fuck dudes Stevie.” You laugh knowingly at your boyfriend’s reaction. You had noticed that he’s been acting sort of strange lately, not distant, just kind of spacey like he has something on his mind. At first you thought maybe he was thinking about breaking up with you but the amount of times he’s been railing you into the mattress lately said otherwise. Everytime you asked him if he was okay he said everything was fine, but you knew your Stevie and you knew something was up. So you started racking your brain, observing his behavior, and you finally came to a conclusion.

You started to notice the way Steve would look at Eddie when he thought no one noticed, the way his eyes lingered on his hands for just a little too long, and most of all how flustered Eddie made him. After thinking back on it you realized his behavior changed the night he found out that you and Eddie used to fuck. Then it all clicked into place, Steve has a crush on Eddie. You’ve considered bringing it up to him on multiple occasions but you didn’t want to push him to talk about it and freak him out so you just waited to see if he would bring it up himself.

But it’s been weeks now and you can tell it’s starting to really weigh on him. It didn’t help that Eddie was constantly giving him shit and not so subtly flirting with him.

“Yeah Steve, I don’t just like guys though, I love them.”

Eddie’s brown orbs are still boring into Steve’s hazel ones and he feels like he might actually pass out.

“Oh. Well, that’s uh - that’s cool man, good for you.”

“It’s really good for me, Steve. Have you ever thought about it, being with a guy?”

You bite your lip, imagining Steve with a guy, but not just any guy…Eddie. Ever since you picked up on Steve’s little crush you can’t stop thinking about them together, all of you together, really. You didn’t think it would ever really happen, but in this moment, something was shifting.

“Stevie, will you go upstairs and start the sandwiches? Me and Eds will gather up the stuff and meet you up there.” You cupped his face, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah uh - I’ll go do that.” Steve sighed, relieved that you gave him a way out of this conversation, he stood up and placed a kiss on your head before trying to walk off as casually as he could with the slight boner he was starting to sport.

“Edward Munson, what in the hell was that?” You glare at him, but there’s a glint in your eye and a smirk on your lips that tells him you aren’t really upset at all.

“I was just giving him shit babe, don’t be mad at me.” He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“I’m not mad, if anything, I’m intrigued, and a little turned on.”

“Yeah?” His breath picks up and his heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest. It’s one thing teasing Steve but you sitting here telling him it turns you on… well that’s a whole different situation that he’s not sure how to handle. Eddie has gained a lot of confidence since he has last been with you, he feels secure in his ability to be in control and make people want him… but you? You make him feel like he’s a nervous teenager again.

“Yeah.” You nod, biting your lip. “I think it turns Steve on too… he just doesn’t know how to admit it.”

“Well that, I do know. Every time I flirt with him even a little he looks like he’s gonna pass out.” Eddie snorts, his eyes searching your face for any signs that you’re uncomfortable or jealous. But all he sees is lust there and it makes him feel like he’s the one that’s gonna pass out.

“I think… what if… You wanna test something out with me?” Your bare foot reaches out to caress his calf, your eyes are filled with fire and your bottom lip is secured between your teeth.

“What - what did you have in mind?” If it’s what he thinks it is… he might actually lose it.

“I think you know Eddie… but if you want me to lay it out plain and simple I want you and Steve to both fuck me… and each other, while I watch.” Your foot continues to rub little circles along his bare calf and he feels himself growing hard at this small amount of contact alone. He missed the feeling of your skin.

“Do you think he would be fine with that? Or even into it? I don’t want to freak him out or make him think I’m trying to steal his girl or something.” He’s tried really fucking hard to not flirt with you or look at you for too long but if he’s given the go ahead he’s not sure he will be able to hold back.

He doesn’t want to upset Steve, he likes him and not just because he thinks it’s adorable how flustered he gets when he teases him or the way he wants to take a bite out of his peachy little ass but he’s come to really like him as a person and a friend too. But Eddie loves you, he always has, he’s always regretted letting you go, trying his best to fill the void and bury those feelings in person after person. It never worked, he would feel good for a bit but as soon as it was over and sometimes even during his mind would always drift to you.

“He won’t think that… plus it’s not stealing if you share… C’mon Eddie bear… you knowwww you want to.” You giggle as you stand up, turning around to grab your towel off the chair giving Eddie a perfect view of you in your swimsuit from behind. The bottoms sat high on your ass and the way they tightened against you when you bent over made it so he could see the outline of your pussy and he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, I swear.”

You tilt your head over your shoulder to smirk at him, leaning down to grab your bag before walking toward the pool gate.

“You coming?”

“Wait!” He quickly grabbed his towel and ran after you. “You asked me if I wanted to try something, what are we trying exactly?”

“When it happens, you’ll know. Just follow my lead.” You winked at him as you pulled the gate open, leading the way back to your apartment, making sure to swing your hips just a little extra as he trailed behind you.

Once you got inside you decided to take a quick shower to get the sweat and chlorine off of you. It took everything in your power not to let your hand travel between your legs as the warm water cascaded down your body. Your mind ran wild with the thoughts of the two boys just a wall away from you.

You exited the shower feeling pent up, so you decided it was time to put your plan in motion. You dried off before generously applying your favorite lotion all over your body, you take your hair out of the bun you threw it into to keep it dry and fluff it a bit in the mirror happy enough with how it looks since you’re hoping to get it pulled later anyways. You wrap your towel around yourself and walk across the hall into your bedroom without turning your back, but you feel eyes on you. You click the door shut gently, walking over to your dresser to find something sexy but still comfortable.

You decided on your tiniest black spandex shorts with no underwear and a little pink tank top that was thin enough to see the outline of your nipples without a bra. You topped it off with fuzzy black thigh highs and smirked at yourself in the full length mirror. Steve loved it when you wore this outfit.

You take a deep breath, hyping yourself up before exiting the room. When you step into the living area Steve and Eddie are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, both on their phones with three plates sitting in front of them on the coffee table. Eddie had changed back into his jeans but his shirt was off and Steve was still in just his bright red slightly shorter than normal swim trunks. You bite your lip as you walk around the couch and scoot past Eddie, your ass practically swallowing those little shorts stopping in front of his face for just a moment longer than necessary.

“Hi boys, you didn’t have to wait for me to eat.” You say as you plop down between them, your thighs and tits bouncing deliciously in the corner of each of their eyes.

“You know I like to eat with you baby.” Steve leans into you, placing his large hand on the sliver of skin between your sock and your thigh.

“You guys are kind of disgusting, cute, but disgusting.” Eddie says as he picks up his sandwich, taking a large bite.

“Awww don’t be jealous Eddie bear, I’m sure Steve would grab your thigh too, if you ask nicely.”

Eddie inhales a piece of his sandwich, coughing as it hits the back of his throat, he grabs his water off the table and eagerly takes a drink.

“Wha-? Why would I? What?”

“Why would you do that? Because I know you want to…” You place your hand over his, pushing it slightly higher on your thigh as you clench them together.

“I don’t - I mean -“ Steve runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “Why are you being so casual about this?”

“About what honey?” You ask innocently.

“You know what… How did you know? Are you mad? I’m sorry. It’s okay if you don’t-“

“Steve! Calm down. I know you like Eddie because you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are. I caught on about a week ago that you’ve been acting strange ever since you found out Eddie and I slept together. Also no I’m not mad, I already told Eddie it turns me on.” You bring your leg up to rest over his thighs, giving him a perfect view of your pussy in those tight little shorts. If they weren’t black he would be able to see how wet you are.

“You told him? You guys… talked about me?” There was a panicked look in his eyes that you wanted to soothe immediately.

“Yeah we did pretty boy, we talked about how cute you are when you get all flustered… and if you want to put your hand on my thigh, be my guest.” Eddie smirked, patting his large ringed hand against his jean clad thigh. “As long as it’s okay with your lady, that is.”

“Mmm that’s okay with me, as long as I get to touch you too…” Eddie took note of the fact that you just said touch in the general sense this time, nothing about his thigh.

“Yeah - uh - as long as that’s okay with Steve too…” The thought of not just Steve but you touching him was making him squirm.

“Yeah I - um… I think I’d be okay with that, yeah.” Steve sighed, and his grip on your thigh tightened.

“Yeah?” You looked him in the eyes, searching for any signs of doubt but you didn’t find any. Definitely some nervousness, but above all you saw a hunger in him that you’ve never seen before.

“Yeah.” He said more confidently this time.

“Cool.” You smirked as you turned your head towards Eddie, your eyes not leaving his as you brought your hand to rest as high on his thigh as it could be without fully palming his cock. “Eddie.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me.”

He feels like he’s been waiting years to hear you say those words again, because he has and he doesn’t wait another second to take your face in his hands and crash his lips against yours. Your hand leaves his thigh and snakes into his hair like it has many times before, you pull slightly causing him to moan into the kiss. You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip but instead of granting him access you pull away, leaving him to subconsciously chase after your touch.

“Now kiss Steve.” You wrap your hand around the back of his neck and give him this look that makes him feel like he would do anything you asked in that moment, maybe even whenever you wanted. He’s never felt like that about anyone besides you.

You turn your head towards Steve, bringing your other hand to the back of your boyfriend’s neck.

“Would you like that baby? You want Eddie to kiss you, just like you’ve been dreaming about?”

“Uh huh - yeah.” Steve nods dumbly, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this was really happening right now.

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice, he reaches across you to grab Steve’s face and pull his lips into kiss. Steve moans, the kiss feels like letting go of a deep breath he’s been holding for weeks and he wants more more more. His hands come up to Eddie’s shoulders to pull him closer and they’re practically squishing you but as you watch Eddie’s tongue dart into Steve’s mouth you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Your hand snakes between your legs and you start to slowly grind against your palm, watching as Eddie practically devours your boyfriend. Steve is letting out these little whimpers you’ve never heard before and Eddie’s groans are something you don’t even realize you missed. A breathy moan escapes your lips and it causes the boys to break from their kiss, their eyes turning to look at you.

They both groan in unison at the sight of you, your tiny shorts hugging your body just right as you grind against your palm, your tits practically spilling out of that little top, breathy gasps leaving your mouth as your chest rapidly rises up and down.

“Awww it looks like someone’s feeling a little needy? You always were such a needy little slut.” Eddie's hand comes up to your jaw and cups your chin causing you to moan at the same time that Steve’s gaps, his eyes going wide in surprise.

“What? Do you guys not play like that? Does Stevie not know how naughty his little sweetheart really is?”

Steve is speechless, trying and failing to find words, he’s never been this hard in his life.

“Tell him princess, tell him how much of a little cock slut you are.” Eddie’s grip on your chin tightens slightly, causing your lips to pout, using his hand to tilt your head so you’re looking at your very flustered boyfriend.

“I’m a little - fuck - a little cock slut.” No one but Eddie has ever made you feel this way. Steve was rough with you sometimes but he was more of an attentive lover. You never trusted any of your other partners enough to give them this kind of power over you but Eddie immediately had you slipping into that space with him like you never left. His hand leaves your chin only to wrap loosely around your neck and pull you close to his chest.

“You don’t play rough with her pretty boy? She’s really fun like this.”

“I mean I do… just not… like that.” Steve’s eyes are all over the place, Eddie’s hand on your throat, the way his arm is pressed between your tits, Eddie’s bare chest. It was like his fantasy come to life but better.

“You gonna be a good girl for us, huh princess?” Eddie's grip on your throat tightens and it causes your eyes to roll back.

“Mhm.” You nod the best you can against his grip, your head starting to go fuzzy in the best way. Eddie’s hand leaves your throat to leave a harsh slap on your thigh that causes you to yelp.

“Use your words, or have you forgotten everything I taught you?” Eddie’s voice is a growl in your ear but his eyes are still boring directly into Steve’s.

“Yeah, yes, I’ll be a good girl.”

“You hear that Stevie? She’s gonna be a good girl for us, gonna let us play with her just how she likes. I think you’re going to be learning some things about not just yourself but your girl too tonight. You want that, want me to teach you?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Steve’s hand comes down to palm his cock that feels like it’s about to bust out of his shorts.

“Alright. Get on your knees baby, now.”

Eddie releases his grip on your neck, his hands leaving you completely as he backs up to give you space to get up. You slide off the couch and onto your knees, deciding to tease them a little you crawl a few feet forward. Your tiny shirts are gripping your ass, the socks are hugging your thighs just right causing two different groans to sound behind you. You turn around to face them, tucking your legs under you as you sit on your knees with your hands folded in your lap, putting on your best “good girl” face.

You look between the two men, both of their eyes eating up every inch of you. Steve looks like he’s about to combust, his cheeks are flushed and his dick is so hard it looks like it’s about to rip his shorts open at the seams. Eddie’s more calm with a cocky look on his face but the slight dusting of red on his cheeks and the way his pants weren’t looking like they were holding on much better than Steve’s gave you a tiny glimpse of that fumbling teenage boy that you fell for that night in the van.

They were still sitting on opposite ends of the couch and you wanted them closer. You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted them closer to each other or you, but preferably both.

“Okay princess, want me to show your pretty boyfriend how you like to be played with?” Eddie leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his chin coming to rest on top of his folded hands. You wanted to bite his bare shoulders and suck his fingers into your mouth. He was so fucking hot.

“Yes, please sir.” You clench your thighs together and a whimper involuntarily leaves your mouth.

“I will baby, I’ll show him just how you like it. But first I’m gonna teach Steve how to play with me.” Eddie scoots across the couch quickly closing the distance between him and your boyfriend. His hand came to rest on Steve’s bare upper thigh. “You want that, pretty boy?”

“Yeah - yes.” Steve’s chest is rising up and down rapidly as his breath picks up, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows and his dick twitches in his shorts. You could almost cum just looking at him. You watch as Eddie’s other hand comes up to tangle his fingers into Steve’s hair. He pulls Steve close to him, smashing his lips against his in a way that could only be described as hungry, starving even. Steve’s arms wrap around Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer, you see their tongues dart into each other's mouths and god this was hotter than you ever imagined.

Eddie’s hand inches up to palm Steve’s cock and you hear him moan into the kiss. Eddie palms him for a few seconds before grabbing him through the fabric causing Steve to break the kiss and throw his head back. This was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen, and even though you know from your time playing with Eddie that you weren’t supposed to touch yourself without permission, you just couldn’t help yourself.

You slide your hand into your shorts, running your fingers through your wetness before bringing them up to rub circles around your clit. Eddie shoves his hand down Steve’s shorts almost in tandem with you and it only eggs you on more. You tried to hold your moans in as best you as you could, they were so lost in each other they hadn’t even noticed what you were up to.

Eddie has Steve’s shorts pulled down enough for his cock to be on display, fully jerking him off now and the sight causes you to slip up, a small whimper escaping you.

Eddie’s eyes snap toward you and as soon as he catches sight of your hand down your shorts he fucking smirks.

“Aww is somebody getting a little worked up over there? Feeling a little left out?” He mocks pouts at you.

“I mean left out wouldn’t be the right word, I’m kind of enjoying the show if I’m being honest.” You hadn’t stopped rubbing your clit, and Eddie was still jerking Steve off like it was his job. Steve was just focusing on not cumming, between the dynamic that you and Eddie were displaying, your hands down your pants, and the speed Eddie was jerking him off he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Why don’t we give you a front row seat then?” Eddie stands to his feet, leaving an edged Steve sitting on the couch trying to catch his breath. Eddie walks over so he’s standing above you, looking down at you like prey. “Steve, get over here.”

Your eyes dart over to Steve as he walks towards you looking bashful, kicking his shorts off on the way.

“Hey baby.” You smile up at him sweetly, running your hand up his thigh, your other still rubbing tight circles over your clit.

“Hi honey.” He reaches his hand down to cup your face and runs his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “You look so pretty down there… you know I love it when you wear this.” His hand runs down your neck to your shoulder where he tugs lightly on the thin strap of your top.

You clench your hand between your thighs, rocking against it as you make direct eye contact with your boyfriend. You feel a hand in your hair jerking you the opposite direction causing your eyes to snap over to the other man in the room.

“Aren’t you guys sweet? I thought we were playing rough tonight? Also were you given permission to touch yourself?” Your hair is wrapped around his fist and he shakes your head from side to side in a taunting manner. You want him to fucking destroy you.

“No - no sir, I’m sorry.” Your hands movements pause but you don’t remove it from your shorts.

“Fuck.” Steve curses under his breath, you calling Eddie sir was doing things to him he never thought it would. He thinks he might want you to call him that one day.

“I guess you’ll just have to get yourself off while I play with Steve then? Since you wanna touch yourself so bad. You remember the traffic system?”

“Yes. Green is good. Yellow is slow down. Red is stop.” You nod your head the best you can against his grip.

“Good girl. Take your clothes off.” He releases you from his hold and turns to Steve as you hastily remove your clothes, leaving the socks on because you know it drives your boyfriend crazy. “You gonna be good for me too Stevie?” His hand reaches out to run down Steve’s broad chest, stopping just before his cock. Eddie runs the tips of his fingers across Steve’s abdomen and it makes him shiver.

“Yeah, I - uh - I’ll be good…” Steve’s face turns bright red and his breath starts to speed up again. Eddie turns to you with a fire in his eyes, spitting on his hand and bringing it to Steve’s cock, pumping him slowly.

“Okay. So here’s what’s going to happen… me and your pretty boyfriend are gonna get each other off and you don’t get to touch anyone but yourself, and then he’s going to cum on that pretty little face of yours. If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you a treat after.”

He reaches for the button on his pants, unzipping them and pulling them off in one swift motion, his cock springing out directly in your face. It makes you salivate, it’s even prettier than you remember. You want to lean forward and wrap your lips around him, you want them to both shove their cocks in your mouth as far as they will fit. But you also really fucking want them to touch you so you spread your legs further and bring your fingers back to your folds, rubbing your wetness around.

Neither of them seem to notice as Eddie takes Steve’s hand in his free one, spitting on it and bringing it to his cock. Steve lets out a groan, his hips thrusting into Eddie’s hand.

“Traffic system goes for you too, pretty boy.”

Steve nods and Eddie reaches his hand out to grab Steve’s throat, pulling him in to attach their lips. You watch as beads of precum start to drip from both of their tips, their hands jerking each other off in tandem. You reach down to insert two fingers inside yourself, your other hand joining it, continuing to rub circles against your clit.

Their moans and the way they’re grabbing each other is driving you crazy, and as much as you wish their hands were on you too the sight already had you close to the edge.

“Fucking shit, you guys are so hot.” Your moans increase in volume, your fingers speeding up as you rock against them.

Eddie breaks the kiss to look down at you, that damn smirk spreading across his lips.

“Did I say you could talk, slut?” He grips your cheeks, squishing your lips together and you whimper out a no.

“Looks like we’ll just have to shut you up then.”

He lets go of your face and brings his fingers up to Steve’s lips.

“Suck.” Steve eagerly wraps his lips around the digits, sucking greedily.

Eddie looks at him and sticks his tongue out expectantly. It takes Steve a second to catch on, the feeling of Eddie’s thick fingers in his mouth combined with how fast he was jerking his cock clouding his mind. Once he did he brought his own fingers up to Eddie’s mouth, moaning around the curly haired man’s fingers at the feeling of his tongue.

Eddie pulls his fingers from Steve’s mouth, rubbing his slick fingers against your lips. You’re quicker than Steve, taking the hint and immediately sucking his fingers into your mouth. He pulls his head back so Steve’s fingers slip out of his own mouth and your boyfriend is quicker this time, his fingers joining Eddie’s as you take all four digits into your mouth.

The feeling of your mouth being so full, the way they had started kissing loudly again above you, their hips thrusting into echoing others fists, and your own fingers pushed you over the edge. You cum hard, moaning and drooling around their fingers. You lock eyes with Steve as your orgasm crashes over you, your hips rocking against your own fingers as you moan around theirs.

“Good fucking girl, cumming for us like that. Isn’t she a good girl, Steve?” Eddie’s voice comes out a breathy groan, Steve’s hand still wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Yeah - she’s so - fuck, she’s so fucking good.” Looking at your boyfriend you can tell by the way the speed of his hips has picked up as he thrusts into the other man’s hand and the moans leaving his lips that he’s close.

You pull your fingers out of your pussy but continue to run small circles over your clit, feeling sensitive after you just came. You moan around their fingers, drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest. You wrap your lips tighter around them and roll your tongue along the bottoms of the digits causing Steve to let out a loud groan.

“You gonna cum for us baby boy? Come on, cum all over her pretty little face.” Eddie pulls his fingers out of your mouth to grip your jaw and it causes Steve’s to fall from your lips as well. His grip is strong, holding you in place while he continues to send your boyfriend closer and closer to the edge. “Stick your tongue out.”

Steve is a mess, Eddie’s hand is slick with spit and precum against his cock, you’re staring up at him with your tongue sticking out, your eyes are glazed over and Eddie’s hand looks just how he imagined it would on you, you still have drool coating your lips and chin and Steve can’t take it anymore. He cums hard, his cum coats your tongue, dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

“Holy fucking shit.” Steve groans when Eddie’s hand releases his over sensitive cock, his hands coming up to run through his silky locks. Your tongue is still out, more cum starting to slide down onto your chest. Eddie looks at you entranced for a moment before getting down on his knees in front of you, leaning down to run his tongue between your tits, stopping to lick across your chin before sucking your tongue into his mouth, intertwining it with his.

He greedily takes Steve’s cum into his mouth, moaning into the kiss.

“Mmm I just had to find out what pretty boy tastes like.”

Eddie pulls away from you, your face is in his big hands and the look in his eyes is that same one from earlier that almost takes you back to your first time with him. He was looking at you with adoration. Even though he just ate your boyfriend’s cum from your mouth, this somehow felt more intimate.

“You gonna let me fuck you now baby? While Steve watches? Just like all his little fantasies.”

“Yeah, please, please fuck me Eddie.” Your voice came out a whine and you didn’t even have it in yourself to be embarrassed about it, you weren’t above begging at this point.

“Okay, hands and knees, face the couch so Stevie has a good view while I fucking ruin his little princess.”

Steve shuffled towards the couch and took a seat on the middle cousin while you turned towards him on your knees, your back arched and your ass in the air giving Eddie the perfect view of your dripping wet pussy.

“How are you doing baby? Are you good?” You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend, who was still flushed from how hard he came minutes ago, but somehow it looked like he was already getting hard again. Steve had good stamina but this must really be doing it for him.

“Yeah honey, I’m good, great even. You look so fucking sexy. You both do.” You watch Steve’s eyes travel behind you and you can only assume he’s locking eyes with Eddie. What you didn’t see was the flustered look on his face when Steve complimented him for the first time.

You felt large ringed hands grab your ass, spreading it apart, right before you felt Eddie’s tongue dive directly into your pussy. You cry out at the sensation, knowing you would’ve felt forward if it wasn’t for Eddie's strong grip on your ass. His tongue ran circles along your clit before he took it into his mouth, sucking hard. One of his hands leaves your ass and you feel his large fingers circling your entrance before he pushes two deep inside you, immediately curling them just the right way.

“Fuck! Eddie oh my god, that’s so good fuck! That's so good.”

You start rocking back against his fingers as you open your eyes that fell closed to look at Steve, he’s almost fully hard again and he looks fucking feral. His eyes are dark and he’s biting his lip so hard that it looks like he could break the skin. He brings his hand to his cock to run his palm over his shaft, letting out a little groan at the feeling. Eddie continues licking and sucking your clit as his fingers drag against that perfect spot. You were so lost in just how good it felt, the feeling of finally having one of them touching you after waiting for what felt like hours that your orgasm snuck up on you.

“Oh my god - oh my god - I’m cumming I’m cumming fuuuuck.”

Your arms give out causing your face to hit the plush carpet but you’re too lost in pleasure to care. Eddie continues fucking his fingers into you through your high before pulling away. He looks Steve directly in the eyes as he brings his fingers coated in your wetness to his mouth, sucking them clean. You had barely come down from your high when you felt Eddie’s dick run through your folds.

“You taste even better than I remember, do you feel just as good too?” Eddie asked you as he pushed the head of his cock inside you. He pulls it out and pushes it back in a few times before shoving his cock halfway in you in one thrust. “Fuck, you feel even better than I remember.”

You know he is just trying to give you time to adjust but you can’t wait anymore, you need him inside you again. Now. You push back against him, the rest of his cock nestles deep inside you and you moan loudly at the feeling.

“Fuck Eds, you feel so good, please don’t hold back, I want you to ruin me.”

Eddie growls, grabbing onto your hips as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace. You push back up onto your hands so you can look at Steve and he’s fully hard now, his hand wrapped around his cock as he drinks you and Eddie in. His eyes don’t know where to settle, the look on your face, the way your ass jiggles as Eddie’s hands move to grip onto it, Eddie’s hands. He could see the way his cock was slipping in and out of you and the mixture of the sounds of your skin slapping together and the sounds leaving both of you making him crazy.

“This what you wanted Steve? Just wanted to see me ruin your girl?” Eddie’s hands leave your ass, one snaking around to rub your clit and the other yanking you up by your hair so your back was flush against his chest. This new angle had him hitting deeper, his fingers slipped along your dripping pussy in tandem with his thrusts and you felt yourself already getting close again.

“Yeah this is what I wanted, it’s been better than I imagined, fuuuuck.”

You watch as your boyfriend tilts his head down to spit on his cock, his moans getting breathier. Eddie continued to pound into you, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around your throat and your third orgasm of the night hit you light a freight train.

“God damn this pussy is so fucking tight, feels so good when you clench around me like that baby, shit. Can you be a good girl and do it again for me, huh?” Eddie’s voice is rough in your ear and if he kept it up how he was going you were going to be cumming again very soon.

“Yeah - yeah I’ll be - fuuuuck oh my god! I’ll be good, I'll be such a good girl for you and Stevie wanna be your best girl.”

“Turn around, I wanna watch you when you come undone under me again.”

Eddie pulls his cock out of you and scoots back to give you room to turn around. You lay on your back and look up at him, his hair is all over the place, his eyes blown wide, there’s a sheen of sweat on his broad chest that made his tattoos almost shine. He was beautiful, in that moment you realized how much you missed this, missed him. You couldn’t help but think that you didn’t want this to be a one time thing, you wanted more. You wanted them both all the time and you almost felt greedy for it but before you had too much time to linger on those thoughts Eddie was gripping your thighs and throwing them around his hips. He takes his cock in one hand, pushing it deep into your pussy in one thrust. He resumes fucking you as hard and fast as he was before, causing your eyes to roll back.

Meanwhile Steve was going insane, he has a better view of Eddie’s cock now, it’s coated in your cum and sliding so deliciously in and out of you. But his eyes keep traveling back to Eddie’s face, he would hold eye contact with him each time, the moans Steve had been dying to hear for weeks, he was licking and biting his lips and Steve could not stop thinking about them being wrapped around his cock.

“If you want me to suck your cock pretty boy, all you have to do is ask.” Eddie smirks at Steve, he could see the way his eyes kept lingering on his lips and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want his mouth on him.

“Yeah? You sure it’s me that wants it and not you? You did say you loved guys. Prove it.”

Eddie’s thrusts momentarily falter at the tone of the other man’s voice, Steve seemed so nervous before but the way he was looking at him now made him feel like he was gonna bust.

“Come over here then.” He sticks his tongue out, his thrusts picking up again.

Steve stands to his feet, walking over to stand over Eddie. He grabs his cock in his hand and taps it on the metal head's tongue a few times before pushing it into his mouth with a groan. Eddie starts eagerly bobbing his head up and down on Steve’s cock while he continues to pound into you.

“Fuuuuuckkk, oh my god, yeah that’s fucking - that’s so fucking good.” Steve feels like he’s going to cum again already. You’re looking up at him while profanities leave your lips and Eddie’s big brown eyes are locked on Steve’s face. One of his hands comes up to cup Steve’s balls and he loses it. Grabbing two fistfuls of Eddie’s hair and shoving his cock deep into his throat.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, you want that? You seem like you’d be into that.” Eddie nods as best as he can and Steve takes that as the go ahead, thrusting in and out of the other man’s mouth. “You look so good baby, taking Eddie’s dick so good, look at you. Fuck! Yeah that’s so good, fuck, you’re fucking her so good. You guys are so fucking hot.”

“You guys are so hot too fuck. Fuck Eddie you feel so good, just like I remember. I want you to fuck me full, I wanna make you cum.” Eddie’s hand that isn’t on Steve’s balls comes to rub your clit and angle your hips so he’s hitting that perfect stop again. “I’m gonna fucking cum! Shit! Cum with me please please I want you both to cum with me.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” Steve shoves his cock far down Eddie’s throat, causing him to gag and the feeling sends him over the edge, spilling down his throat. Eddie pulls off his cock, turning towards you to grab your jaw.

“Open” You stick your tongue out and he spits Steve’s cum into your mouth, sharing your boyfriend's cum with each other for the second time that night. “Good fucking girl, you’re such a good girl.”

You cum the hardest you have all night, your walls clench around Eddie’s cock and the feeling sends him over the edge. Hot ropes off his cum spilling inside you he fucks you through it until his thrusts falter and he collapses in top of you. After a second rolls off of you onto his back on the ground, the feeling of him slipping out of you makes you feel empty. Steve gets down on the ground next to you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. You turn towards him, letting your fingers tangle into his hair. You get lost in the kiss for a moment and then you hear Eddie shuffle beside you.

You remove your lips from Steve’s to look over at him and he’s already standing up. Grabbing his pants and pulling them up his legs. You watch as he walks toward the chair that his shirt was laying on, and you push yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He pulls his shirt over his head and starts walking towards the door to his shoes.

“Eddie? Where are you going? Are you leaving?” You scramble to your feet, hastily walking over to him.

“Uh - yeah? I don’t wanna linger, I'm sure you guys have shit to do.” He starts pulling his socks on his feet and you rip them from his hands.

“What do you mean linger? You want to leave?” You look at him with your brows knitted together, a pout on your lips and Eddie thinks he would give you just about anything. But you aren’t his, and he can’t stay here and watch you with Steve. Not after that, at least not right now.

“I mean, I figured this was just a one time get it out of your system kinda thing. I don’t usually stick around after hookups.” Eddie shrugged, trying to keep his face nonchalant.

“That’s all this was to you? A hookup? I thought…”

“Was it more than that to you?” His voice came out soft, almost nervous.

“I mean I was hoping we could, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.” You sighed, letting your head drop in frustration. You wanted him to stay.

“We want you to stay. If you want to. It doesn’t have to be a one time thing. I know you both don’t want it to be, and I don’t either. I might not be sneaky but you aren’t either, I see the way you look at each other.” Steve comes up behind you, his hands running up and down your arms, reassuring you with his touch.

“I - what do you even mean? You want me to be like your boy toy or something? I don’t know if I’m up for that.”

Eddie shakes his head, he can’t handle being someone you just fooled around with sometimes. He tried to shove the feelings down for so long but today just proved to him that he couldn’t just pretend he didn’t love you anymore. He also really likes Steve, he could see himself loving him one day and that terrifies him.

“No, I was thinking more like… boyfriend.” Steve wraps his arms around your shoulders pulling your still naked body against his. “That’s what you want, isn’t it baby? You want Eddie around all the time?”

“Yeah but-“

“No buts, I’m not jealous or upset, I know you love me. I want him too, I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t okay with it, if I didn’t want it.” He runs his nose along the side of your throat before bringing his lips up to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“I - uh - yeah, okay. Only if Eddie wants though.. I know he doesn’t do relationships and this is a really weird situation and-“

“Hey. Baby.” Eddie walks up to you now, taking your face in his hands. “You wanna know why I don’t do relationships? You. It’s always been you. Yeah this is a weird situation but if I get to have you? And I get to have a boyfriend with a cute little ass too? Doesn't sound too bad to me…”

“Yeah?” You look at him with a twinkle in your eye, like he hung the stars just for you, he missed you looking at him like that. He wouldn’t mind getting used to it. “How would that even work?”

“Don’t worry about that right now honey, we will figure it out together, okay? For now I think we should all get cleaned up. Take a nice shower, we can DoorDash some food and find a movie on Netflix.” Steve’s voice is soft and sweet, they are both touching you like you might break and their words make you want to cry tears of joy.

“Can I suck you guys off in the shower? When you had your fingers in my mouth I had this thought…”

“You are insatiable, there will be plenty of time for that. For now, let’s just be together. Yeah?” Eddie chuckles, squishing your cheeks playfully before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“So, you’ll stay?” You bring your hands to rest over his, nuzzling your face into his palms.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me too baby.”

“Even if it’s forever?” Steve’s voice comes from behind you and it warms your heart and soul.

“Even then.” Eddie smiles at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

You spend the rest of the night just being together, laughing and kissing, making plans and promises. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful, the beginning of forever, with your boys.

Taggies: @onegirlmanytales @taintedcigs @jamdoughnutmagician @laylaloves-ed 🖤🖤

[crumbledcastle28]

UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH ENOUGH ALREADY PEDRO PLEASE

PEDRO PASCAL FOR CORONA EXTRA

[livelaughlovesubs]

I need to vent amongus Boothill hngg 😩 I've been down bad since the leaks like seven plus months ago hnggg please plEASe 😩

I'm a slut for cowboy characters hnggg I love his drawl literally told my partner before his voice was released if he didn't have an accent then what was the point

Please he's so pretty and shdbdhdh he makes me giggle and kick my feet I know he'd be the Roger Rabbit to his lover (or like Hosier when he tweeted "my girlfriend is made at me I want to die") he's such a devoted hunk of man 😤 listen he's the lock in kinda hoe ya know when he's in a fully committed relationship he's the biggest sluttiest sub, he doesn't half ass his relationships ok

I know a lot of people debate on if he can feel or not with his body but I raise: we literally have VR sensors to detect touch IRL rn so I'd say with some effort absolutely but typically if he's working it's probably best they're not as active

Country boy, I love youuuuuu 😘😘😘😘

I don't care what biology or society says I'm gonna make him my bride and impregnate him even if I have to get Ruan Mei's help (she'd absolutely do it out of curiosity fr fr).

-🐇

Pls, when I first saw leaks of him I thought he was very ugly 💀 I DONT KNOW WHY, I LOOKED AT THOSE LEASK AND WAS LIKE: WTF IS THIS MAN? And all the comments were simping over him, while I sat there thinking, ‘damn, ya’ll simping over such a random ass cowboy? Why.’

Now I’m such a whore for him on god, I came back to the game just for him and have 200 tickets prepared for him 😭😭 mind you before I came back I had zero (cuz I took a break after losing on balde’s banner again) prefarmed all his shit and got artefacts ready for him too. Also build my other characters, grinded till I got to 300 tickets to get an exclusive bronya for him etc etc. How twisted fate is uff.

Anyway, boothill as a slut/ whore is such a hot thought. Him being a teasing bottom, who almost seems like a power bottom would be so sexy. But after I saw his ‘shy’ expression I must say, an inexperienced, all talk no bite and shy boothill is >>>>

HIS BLUSHING FACE IS SOOO CUTE I ALMOST DIED ON THE SPOT, I ALMOST CRIED.

Just imagine him being cheeky, until you touch him, praise him and stroke his hair. How his eyes widen and his lips tremble due to the embarrassment. His body must be overheating again, otherwise he doesn’t have a plausible explanation as to why he feels so hot. Avoiding your gaze at all cost as he put on big airs again, only to squeak and whine when you kiss him so tenderly <33

[arkiliastuff]

Always You

One shot | Noah Sebastian x Female Reader

Warnings : Fluff, a tsundere/upset Reader and a teasy Noah. (I can't deal with this man anymore he's too hot I can't stop thinking about him)

A/N : First of all, I wasn't planning on writting another one shot about Noah soon, but guess what plans changed. Also I didn't expect to be this long again, but how bizarre when it comes to Noah it gets longer...👀 And it turns out I like this fanfic very much 😌 Plus, listening After You by Meg Myers actually helped me a lot in the writting process. Hope you'll enjoy it ! :D

~ The little bean Taglist : @talialovesmiw

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You were walking back from the bar you were at, during the evening. You walked fast, irritated. Noah was a few feet behind you, looking at you with a grin on his face as he loved seeing you pouting and being flustered.

He teased you during the whole party, getting each time closer to your face as you tried to hide it, crimson red. You weren’t able to focus on anything else. You tried to talk to the other guys who were here, enjoying the break of a night party at the bar like you all used to do when they were back from touring. But you couldn’t even have a chat with any of them for more than five seconds. Noah was always by your side, putting an arm on your shoulder, or kept looking at you with his smile killing you each time.

He also knew and felt when you were watching him. While you were pretending to talk with the boys, you saw him in the corner of your eye, flipping his hair back from his face. This was something that always makes you lose your mind. This guy was completely draining every brain cell of your brain, the thought of him never leaving your mind. You were mad at him. He was teasing you way too much. That was unfair. Since he knew you had a crush on him, but tried to hide or deny it in front of him, he kept acting like that. You felt like he was only playing with your feelings and that’s why you were angry.

He knew how handsome he was to you and you were losing it. And so, during the party, you decided to leave because you couldn’t handle Noah anymore. You were about to explode if he went closer to you once more, your lips getting close every time. You were out of breath. You needed fresh air. So you left, telling the guys you were going home. And guess who decided to accompany you? Yes. Him. Noah. When he saw you leaving, he followed you, his stupid grin still on his sexy face. You let out an angry groan to hide how you were so flustered by his presence. And here you were again, walking fast in front of him trying to put some distance, but he quickly caught you up.

“Mad at me, princess ?” He said while walking by your side, still smirking.

You couldn’t take his teasing game anymore. You had to say something, otherwise, you were going to collapse at your feet. That’s the last thing you wanted to show him. Being vulnerable in front of him and admitting his teasy flirting was working so much on you. But you tried to keep it together, your anger helping you to hide a bit longer how you were drawn to him.

“Yes, I am !” You let out, angry.

“Oh? Why? What did I do ?” He said, acting innocently.

“You !!--” You clenched your fist, restraining yourself to punch his beautiful face “You know exactly what you were doing the whole night.”

“Well, you tell me.” He kept smiling.

You inhaled, getting ready for what you were about to say. You stopped walking, in the middle of the road, facing him, still with your red cheeks.

“No matter what I do, trying to talk to the others or even doing nothing, I always think about you. It’s always you. You. Over and over again. It always has been. You’re so selfish, Noah. I can’t get you out of my head. It’s been months since I have a big ass crush on you, and everyone seemed to know it before I told any of them. But you, you didn’t realize it until, God knows when, and now you’re playing with me! And I’m tired of this !! Just tell me what you want already !”

This sounded more like a confession than being angry at him. But you actually wanted to tell him your feelings for a long time. You were madly in love. So much that seeing his perfect face hurted you so much. You didn’t know how you could keep this up when you were hanging out with him and the boys. He was occupying every single one of your thoughts and dreams. You had to tell him at some point. You weren’t planning on getting angry at him. Yet, he really did push you to the edge. Somehow, he seemed to not mind you getting angry at him. He actually loved it. He kept his stupid smirk, like he knew you were giving up on avoiding him or pretending his teasing didn’t affect you. He leaned to your height, looking straight into your eyes.

“Well, I’m glad you only think about me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He said quietly, teasing you once again.

If you weren’t red enough, well you were purplish red, like a tomato about to explode. You felt every inch of your body burning, of anger or desire, or probably both. He had such a hold on you that you knew it was useless to fight or try to struggle with him. He always won and always will. Even if you already lost this battle with him, you tried not to admit your defeat as you crossed your arms against your coat.

“You’re still playing with me, are you? I knew it. You don’t feel anything for me, you just want to see me being madly in love with you to flatten your ego ?” You accused him.

He shook his head, still smiling at you but more genuinely this time.

“I’m teasing you to only see your reactions, pushing you a bit more to the edge, because I love seeing your cute face when you’re angry…” He said softly, still seductively teasing you.

He brushed his thumb on your red hot cheek, his cold gloved touch surprised you.

“... But I’m not playing with you or with your feelings. I will never. You’re too precious to me. I care for you, Y/N. I really do.”

You felt your heart flinch when he spoke your name so softly, his touch and words soothing you that made you uncross your arms.

“I guess, I’m also the one in denial who didn’t want to admit my feelings for you” He kept saying more gently “ Will you forgive me ?”

He put both of his hands on your cheeks, waiting for your answer. Was this real? You weren’t sure anymore as he teased you way too much. So you returned him the favor.

“Well… I’ll forgive you if you really mean what you’re saying to me.” You faked a pout.

He grinned again, loving you being the little brat you were.

“And what if I showed you that I really mean it ?” He said.

“Then do it, before I do it myself.” You said firmly, anticipating what was going to happen.

He smiled as he leaned closer to you, finally meeting your lips. You’ve been waiting for this, for so long. He probably had too, since how he pulled you closer against him, his strong arms caging you, deepening the kiss. This was even better than you expected, despite being in the middle of the street, people passing by behind you. But neither of you paid attention to the surroundings. It was just the two of you. You kept kissing each other until you were both out of breath. But you wanted more, you craved him.You wanted to taste his lips again. And as you stared at his darkened eyes you could tell he wanted to. The only thing that was pushing you back to go further was.. well processing your real first kiss with him. And also your own hesitation to keep going like this. Noah could see the messy blushing look on your face and he couldn’t stop smiling at the sight, with you in his arms, brushing slowly your fingers on his cheek.

“Finally giving up your shell ?” He teased once more.

You rolled your eyes in exasperation.

“And I see you’re not done teasing me, are you ?” You replied back.

“I’m not and I won’t stop. This is just the beginning. I’ll keep teasing you all night, baby.” He smirked.

You blushed at the idea of what he might do, but you forced yourself to not think about it.

“Ugh… Why am I not surprised? I should’ve expected that from you. You’re so annoying.” You pouted, raising your eyebrows.

To his dismay, you left his embrace, infuriated again and turned your back on him.

“That’s it. I’ve had enough. I’m coming home.” You let out, upset and tired of his teasing.

Yet Noah wasn’t done. It took him a few steps to catch you again. He grabbed you lightly by the wrist, stopping you from leaving. Then, he pulled you close to him, holding you from behind with his arms around your waist. Feeling his warmth in your back made you sweat as your body’s heat was increasing quickly.

“What the..? What are you doing ??” You stumbled, blushing again and almost ready to fight him.

“Don’t leave just yet.” He whispered to your ear “Let me hold you for two seconds. Then I’ll walk back home with you."

You expected him to tease you again but he seemed more sincere and serious this time.

“Fine…” You capitulated “But no more teasing, alright ?”

“Hmm.. No promises.” He mouthed, hiding his face in your neck.

You grumbled a bit before releasing the pressure and exasperation of his teasing, actually enjoying the cuddle. His breath was soothing you as he was inhaling the sweet perfume of your hair. Both of you stood in the middle of the road, hearing the cars passing by during this cold night. You were glad Noah was there. Indeed, he was keeping you warm, his huge body covering yours like a blanket. Two seconds had passed but you wanted to stay like this a bit longer, despite the cold getting through your thighs. Noah felt you were shivering and that’s when he decided to break his embrace.

“Come on, let me walk you home. At this rate, you’re going to freeze to death.” He said, gently holding your hand.

His tender touch caught you off guard but you didn’t complain. As long as you could be a little longer with him, that’s all that mattered. You looked at his gloved hands, so big compared to yours intertwined with his. Then you looked at Noah, staring at his profile and how he looked so gorgeous no matter which angle.

“That’s so unfair.” You mumbled in your scarf, hiding your red face.

“What’s unfair ?” He asked, looking at you, amused again.

“You…” You began and continued “You are so unfair. I cannot comprehend how you can be such a teasy fool and be so gentle at the same time ?!”

He smiled, with the kind of smile he always does. The one that showed his perfect teeth and the curve of his cheeks going up, making all of his traits harmonize together. The kind of smile that always made you melt. With that, he let out a soft chuckle, which sounded like a sweet melody to your ears. God, how much you loved seeing his genuine smile on his face and hearing his laugh.

“I guess, it’s just the way I am.” He replied, simply.

You were not really convinced by this answer though.

“You’re just surreal. Like you’re coming out of a dream.” You stated.

“Yet, I’m right here, Y/N. Right next to you.”

Your hand still in his, he gently put the tip of your knuckles to his lips, leaving the sweetest kiss you ever had.

“See? Is that enough to prove it to you ?” He smiled, satisfied to see you red as a traffic light again.

“Um... I guess so…” You stammered, avoiding his gaze, too much flustered for your own good.

The way back to your flat went well somehow. At first, you felt awkward about the silence between the two of you, but seeing that Noah didn’t mind it did ease you. He was enjoying this peaceful moment with you. Even if you were less tense around him, you were still processing what happened. All of his teasy behavior and him admitting his feelings for you was quite a lot to assimilate. You didn’t expect it to be that mutual.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize you had arrived at your front door until Noah told you.

“We’re here.” He spoke softly.

You felt your heart ache when you were about to let go of his hand. He took his time, as he didn’t want to let go either. You remained silent though, not knowing what to say or to do.

“Well… I’ll see you next time. Good night.” He said.

Panic started to rise in your chest, your heart beating so fast, as you saw him about to leave.

What did he mean by “next time” ? He couldn’t leave you like that.  You wanted to see him as much as you could before he went back touring… And God knows when he’ll be back.

Without any other hesitation, you rushed to him and grabbed a piece of his black coat sleeve.

“Wait..! Can’t you stay a bit longer? At least… stay here for the night. You can sleep on my couch and you can go back in the morning. If you want.. of course.” You begged.

You stuttered at your words at the end, not sure if your request was appropriate. You lowered your head, staring at your feet as the embarrassment rose. You kept holding his sleeve, not letting him go this time. Noah turned around and leaned a bit to cup your face so you could look at him.

“Look who’s the needy one this time.” He mused, making you blush “Sure, I’ll stay with you. I’m fine sleeping on the couch.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he accepted your offer. You just nodded at him, smiling nervously as the both of you entered your apartment. You took off your coat and scarf before leaving your boots in the doorway. Noah did the same while following you in your living room. You started to put more cushions, a pillow and a blanket on the couch that you took from your closet. Then, you realized how small your couch was compared to Noah.

“Actually, I’ve realized that it might be better for you to sleep in my bed than here...”

He looked at you, tilting his head on his left, smiling at you.

“Oh ? How interesting. You want me so badly in your bed, huh ? You could have just asked right away, you know.”

You stepped back, waving your hands at him to undo the teasing he was doing to fluster you even more.

“No, no ! Erm.. I just don’t want you to hurt your back or anything… You know what, I’ll sleep on the couch myself."

“Or… If your bed is big enough for the two of us, we can sleep together.” He teased, getting closer to you.

Oh, no. Why did you invite him to your place again ? Right. Because you love him.

“I’ll promise I’ll behave.” he smirked.

Your eyes widened before stepping a little from him, trying to get yourself together.

“Well, you better be ! Or I’m kicking you out of the bed.” You warned him.

“Deal.” He chuckled.

Once you set up your bed with Noah’s help, you went into the bathroom to get changed into more comfortable pajamas. Not like you were nervous about how ridiculous it would look or not like you cared about Noah’s opinion either. He said he wasn’t going to do anything. Yeah, it was better to keep it that way. For now. Too many things happened during this night. You were barely realizing he was here, at your house, sleeping in your bed with you. As you were brushing your teeth, you were overthinking the situation. Come on, get yourself together! But how could you remain calm as the man you’ve always dreamt about was here now ?

You spat your toothpaste before washing your mouth and heading back to your room. Noah was sitting at the edge of it, undressing his black coat and his dark sweater, just to be comfortable in his turtleneck shirt. You never imagined a man could look that good in a turtleneck shirt. Timidly, you cleared your throat, interrupting your own fantasies.

“Sorry, I don’t have any other clothes that would fit you. But I have an extra tooth brush, in the bathroom’s small cabinet, if you want…”

He smiled at you so lovingly, putting his cheek in the palm of his tattooed hand, visibly moved by your concern.

“Worried about my well-being, are we ? How thoughtful of you.” He grinned

“Well.. Yeah..! What about it ?”

“I think it’s adorable.” He said softly, a large smile still curling his lips.

“Oh, shut up and go to the bathroom already !” You gave up.

He stood up and went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth. A few minutes later, he lied down in the bed next to you. You tried to hide your smile in the blanket, as you were getting close to him.

“Happy to see me, here ?” He said, amused to see your happy face.

You nodded shyly as an approval, making him grin again. You got closer to him, facing his covered torso before lifting up your chin to gaze at him.

“So… When are you going back touring ?” You asked.

“In two days. I’ll help everyone get everything packed up tomorrow. Which is why I’ll leave early when the morning comes” He replied quietly.

You felt a bit sad, imagining him leaving already, but that was a thought for later. You rolled a bit more with the blankets, like a sushi.

“Thank you for staying tonight, Noah.” You mumbled after a short silence.

“My pleasure, sweetheart." He responded softly while stucking a strand behind your ear.

His gentle touch made you melt again. You snuggled a bit closer to him feeling his warmth and breathing his cologne. How relaxing it was. Noah wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close to him.

“Goodnight.” He said, leaving soft kisses on your forehead.

As you were going to sleep, you barely heard him. And also you hardly remembered saying “ ‘Love you” to him.

When you woke up, early in the morning, the other side of the bed was empty. You put your hand on the mattress, hardly feeling Noah’s warmth. He left early as he said last night. You couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholic as you stroke the bedsheets to remember his presence. You missed him already. Then, under your touch, you found a piece of clothing, hidden under the blanket. You recognized it. It was Noah’s sweater. The one he was wearing last night. As you were wondering why he left it, your phone buzzed on the nightstand next to you. Curious, you picked it up.

Noah : Thank you for the night, princess. The bed was comfortable with you cuddling me. You can keep the sweater as a souvenir. Love you too.

You let out a small laugh while you read his message, holding his sweater close to you. You could still inhale Noah’s perfume, as if he was still with you.

“Idiot…” You murmured to yourself with a smile.

He sure was a teasy idiot but you loved him so much. It was impossible for you to get him out of your head. And you liked it that way.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Don't Be a Sweat

Pairing: Gamer Yunho x Gamer Fem Reader

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Sub Yunho, dom reader, fem reader and parts but no fem names, cum eating, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), cursing, if its anything I missed pls let me know.

Word count: 4.8K (one day I'll get past 4k lol)

A/N: First sub Fic, I think I did an okay job but let me know if you like it!

Minors dni

Smut under the cut

The door to your best friend’s room opens and you and her walk into it, you both plop down on her bed tired from a long day of socializing. You both decided to do attend a "group date" that the designated match maker of your friend group set up. 3 hours of karaoke with the lamest guys you think you've ever met it was so dreadful and boring, you would have much rather been home streaming yourself playing overwatch or the new PSN free games of the month.

"I know what you're thinking Y/N." Your best friend turned to you and said,

"And what am I think little Ms. Mind reader."

"You're thinking "God those guys sucked I bet they couldn't even beat me in a 1v1 on Minecraft." or something like that." you both laughed.

"Good effort but you can't 1v1 on Minecraft there is no fighting on it, Minecraft is-"

"Ah- spare me the nerdy details I hear enough gamer bullshit with my brother. Anyway, what the hell was she thinking setting us up with that pack of losers of the year." She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh god did you hear the one ranting about all women wanting money." you joined her in her laughing.

"If you're gonna ask me my income you're gonna need to cook and clean blah blah blah go live in the fucking 50s then! Oh, and the one that hounded you when you told him that you're a streamer."

"I bet I could beat you at this! I bet you've never heard of this! Like gag me, literally."

You two started laughing louder at your impressions of the men, they truly were just that pathetic, but to you, every man was.

Being a streamer, you run into your fair share of overly misogynistic incels that hate you just because you like games and have a vagina but in reality they would crumble at your feet if they ever saw you. Hot women that play games make men angry for some reason and you wanted nothing more than to break them down . Beating them after they whine about how you're a terrible and only popular because you're pretty, always made you smile. It was kind of a sick enjoyment you got out of beating them but who care, sweats get no sympathy from you.

Speaking of sweats as you and your best friend were enjoying having a laugh you suddenly heard loud knocking on the door. Your best friend rolled her eyes.

"Ugh What!" she knew exactly who it was.

The bedroom door swung open and in walked your best friends twin brother Yunho. Yunho was also a gamer like you, very tall and handsome but you two have never seen eye to eye. Ever since the day you became friends with BF/N Yunho terrorize you. Calling you names,  embarrassing you in front of guys, making fun of your hair and outfits and just being an all-around bully. Eventually feelings became mutual, and you only put yourself around him to hang out with your friend but other then that you and Yunho couldn’t even have a conversation with out arguing.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to play squads with the guys, and they can barely hear me over you two.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever they will live.” Your best friend said while trying to wave her brother off.

You let out another giggle “You guys can barely shoot straight I’m sure we aren’t the reason you guys are losing, y’all just suck.”

You and BF/N started laughing together again as she slapped your shoulder.

“Ohhh Y/N maybe we should invite Yunhos friends over they are actually kinda hot and a few game like you, you’ll really like the really hot one uhm what’s his name- oh San!”

“Ooouuu, he sounds sexy, maybe we should invite them over.”

“As fucking if, my friends would never date a chick like Y/N.” Yunho rolled his eyes.

“And what the hell kinda chick am I Yunho.” You folded your arms and tilted your head ready to pop off at him.

“The kinda chick who can’t keep a guy even if he was locked in her basement because no one wants her ugly ass.”

“Now I’m ugly? Well, who dyed their hair Blonde just to get a girl that ended up fucking everyone BUT you.”

His ears and face turned red in embarrassment.

“Sis, you told her about that?”

“Yuyu, I had too, I wanted her to feel bad so you guys could talk, and you could finally tell her you like her.”

Boy if his face wasn’t red then it sure was red now, he even tried wiping the embarrassment off.

“What !? As if I would like some girl that spends all her time gaming and talking shit online like a fucking loser. I’d never date someone like her!”

“Good cause it’ll never fucking happen, maybe I should do what BF/N said and fuck your friend just to piss you off!” You stood up at this point, who the hell does he think he is calling you a loser.

“Fuck you Y/N!” He yelled before walking out and slamming the door, thank God Yunho and BF/N moved out and into their shared apartment so their parents didn’t hear the argument.

You plopped back down on the bed.

“God what the fuck is his problem? It’s like he hates my guts for no reason.”

“It’s just like I said Y/N, the boy likes you.” She yawned and stood up to change into her sleeping clothes.

“What? BF/N be serious here.”

She finished getting ready for bed and you got up to change into the shorts and shirt you brought with you to spend the night.

“I am being serious; he’s always liked you that’s why he’s mean to you.”

She got up and turned off the lights and got under the covers, you did too, you two faced each other.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself tomorrow, good night, Y/N.”

“…night.”

You two eventually drifted off to sleep but your mind was still racing, did Yunho really like you? Isn’t that “boy is mean to the girl he likes” trope only in moves and poorly written fan fics? (Girl I’m trying my best)

Around 2am you were woken up by Yunho yelling, he was most likely playing the game with his friend, you could hear him faintly saying “Bro get him” and “Fuck” in the next room. You were going to go back to sleep but decided to see if what your friend said was true because it was slowly eating you up. You got up and walked to the room next door and knocked on his door. You could hear him telling his friends he would be back and then he opened the door. He had on random graphic tee and some grey sweatpants; fuck why does it have to be grey sweatpants. His room was nice, the lights were out but the LED strips around his bed still lit up the room.

“Oh, its you, what do you want?”

“Um, well can I talk to you for a second?”

“I mean I guess…” he walked back over to the gaming chair that was stationed in front of his TV and sat back down.

You decided to sit on his bed on the edge facing the TV and there was a brief awkward silence before he broke it.

“You came to my room just to sit here and stare?”

“No…um…”

“Spit it out dude God, what’s your problem why can’t you be normal?”

Even with you trying to talk to him he just pisses you off.

“I heard you got the new street fighter game, lets play it.”

“What ?”

“Yea let play, loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, no I’m going back to playing with my friends.” He picked up his controller and put his headset back on. You just couldn’t understand why Yunho was so mean to you, what you ever did or why he just woke up and chose to treat you this badly. If what your friend said was true then you needed to find out, tonight! While Yunho continued to play with his friends you took matters into your own hands and snatched his headset and controller.

“What are you-“

“Sorry, Yunho is busy he’ll get back on later.” You said directly into the mic then quit his game mid match.

“Y/N What the fuck is your deal?”

“Shut up.”

He sat quietly while you started up the street fighter game, you tossed him back his controller and grabbed the unoccupied one and turned it on.

“Now like I said, loser has to do what ever the winner says got it?”

“…fine”

“Good.”

You two selected your characters and the match started, 3 rounds, unlimited time. You and Yunho played while making random grunting sounds and shouting one worded taunt but even he couldn’t match up to your acute game skill. The match ended with you as the winner, and you raised your hands in victory.

“That was such BS.”

“Don’t be a sore loser YuYu.”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not a kid any more Y/N.”

“Whatever, since I won you have to do whatever I say now.”

“What do you want me to do.”

“Hmm…for now you have to sit next to me on the bed.” You said in a slightly shaky voice.

He arched his eyebrow but chose not to question it getting up from his gaming chair and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. Your heart started to beat a bit faster, Yunho has never made you feel this way before but with the thought that he may like you in mind it made you feel a bit shy.

“Earth to Y/N, come on let’s go again.”

“Y-yeah okay let’s play.”

Why was this making you so shy, you aren’t that kind of person especially for Yunho, so why is the thought of him liking you driving you crazy. You had zoned out thinking and didn’t realize you were losing, by the time you snapped out of it you had lost the match.

“I thought you were supposed to be some awesome ass gamer, that was terrible.”

“Shut up! What do you want me to do ?”

“How about you play in just your bra from now on.”

You scoffed because you knew that he was doing this to embarrass you, you knew he just wanted to belittle you. Even if he did like you, he was still an ass, and you were determined to finally put him in his place.

“Fine you want to play it like that, say less.”

You took off your night shirt and Yunho looked back at the TV to get ready to play the next round. Round after round Yunho lost to you because you had to show him who’s the top gamer here. You kept his theme of stripping, and he was left playing in just his underwear, his face was red as a tomato, and he was flustered playing. The next round started, and he pulled the ultimate foul move of gaming, pausing to see the move list.

“Come on YuYu don’t be scared of losing.” You laughed at his embarrassment.

He growled lowly. “Shut up, why are we even doing this anyways?”

“I have my reasoning, so come on and lose like a champ.”

Your eyes focused back on the TV and before he could unpause the game to take his loss, a message from one of his gaming friends came up.

xX_CallMeDaddyMin_Xx: Yo, Yunho did you screw that streamer chick your sister is friends with finally lol.

You both read the message and before you both could react another friend sent another message; you realize it’s coming from the group party chat. You disconnected his mic but forgot to leave the party too.

__bl00dy__San__: Yeah, tell her how you always watch her streams, probs jack off to them to lmaooooo.

Before anymore messages could come through, he turned off the TV.

“Ge-Get out I’m going to bed.”

He was a blushing mess, everyone just kept outing his little secrets today, he got under the covers and covered his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so cute when he was shy, and you hated to admit it. You crawled up next to him, now was your chance to get some revenge.

“Come on YuYu, tell me if what they said was true.” You snaked your hand under the covers slowly, trickling down his leg.

“Leave me alone.”

“Do you watch my streams YuYu?”

“Go the hell away Y/N” he said in a muffled shy voice, you needed to tease him more now, this was your area of expertise. Once again you were used to toxic guys trying to come into your streams to harass you, but you had a love for turning those same yelling dickheads to whimpering messes, it gave you so much power, and to finally have that advantage over the same guy that has bullied you for years. You were going to enjoy this way more then you should, and so was he, you reached up and whispered into his ear.

“Why YuYu? Don’t wanna admit you like to watch me stream even though you hate me.”

Your hands reached his V line, you played with the band of his boxers.

“I-I don’t hate you…”

“Oh really? How do I make you feel then YuYu?”

Your hands dived into his boxers, and you found his semi hard length, you started to rub up and down the shaft slowly to really tease him. One thing you hated to admit about Yunho was that he was packing. You grew up seeing him in all kinds of clothing and sometimes would see the outline, but you’d rather choke then admit he had a big dick but now that you’re feeling it it’s undeniable.

His bit back a small moan at the feel of your fingers on him, his mind was racing, the girl he’s been madly in love with since they were snot nosed was in his bed feeling him up, how could he possibly function.

“….you’re okay I guess.” He continued to hide his face in the covers.

“No, no little baby, I need a better answer then that, or do you just want me to stop and leave.” You stopped moving your hands but didn’t take them out of his underwear.

“No…please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to stop YuYu? Am I making you feel good? Is that why you watch my streams? Because I make you feel good baby.”

He didn’t respond so it was time to push these answers out of him, or more so rub them out of him. You gripped the base of his length and started to slowly pump his dick, he let out a soft moan at the sudden friction and it made your clit jump, you needed more and so did he.

“You…you look nice when you’re gaming.”

“Aww thank you baby but I’m asking you how I make you feel, so tell me that.”

Moving your hands up and down his shaft you directed your attention to his tip, pumping it tightly as precum slowly oozed out of it, you spread it over his tip the more you pumped, you wish he wasn’t so shy so you could watch his pretty pink tip be teased right now.

“Do I turn you on Yuyu? When I watch and degrade those guys on my stream does it make your dick throb? Do you wish I was talking to you?”

He could barely focus, the slow stroking on his length made him dizzy because the sensation was so strong.

“How about you let me see you Yuyu, let me see you fall apart for the girl you claimed to hate all these years.”

You pull the cover back and pull his dick out of his boxers, his dick was red and ready to burst, the tan shaft had pretty veins bulging on it, he had some girth, but the length was something to look at.

“Wow Yuyu your dick is so pretty for an asshole.”

He covers his face and looks away from you, he didn’t know rather he wanted to disappear or cum, your teasing was so sexy, but he didn’t envision the first sexual encounter with you going like this, but he wasn’t mad at it either. You started to pump his dick even more and moved down to it. As you pumped his dick faster, he bit down on his lips hard.

“Don’t hide YuYu let me see what you look like when you cum, is that what you want baby? You want to cum for me like a desperate little slut?”

“…yes…please…”

“Please what baby?” You kept a steady pace as your grip tightened a bit.

“…please let me cum for you Y/N.”

You grinned a bit at his begging.

“Show me Yuyu, show me how you touch your self when you watch my streams.”

He was shy but he was desperate, he sat up and you removed your hand from his needy dick, and he replaced it with his own. He avoided your gaze, his whole face was red, and his eyes were low, he wanted to cum for you so bad it was driving him crazy. He started to pump his sensitive cock, throwing his head back onto the LED lit bedframe, breathy moans coming from his plush M shaped wet lips.

“Ah…Y/N…please watch me cum.” He tightly closed his eyes as he could feel his climax steadily approaching.

You had a lustful yet evil smile on your face.

“Of course, baby I’ll watch you stroke your slutty dick all night if you want me too, but I want to see more baby so don’t cum just yet, okay?”

He opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, his climax was right on the horizon and having him hold it only made it worse.

“Please…please let me cum for you Y/N” his grip on his shaft was firm as he continued to fall apart under you gazes.

“Mm well since you ask so nicely and you’re so desperate, go ahead and cum for me Babyboy.”

His moans were soft but got louder as his strokes became faster until his came. He shot hot ropes of cum from his throbbing cock, he continued to pump as it shot out and landed on his legs. His chest puffed in and out as he held his dick in his hands, he tilted his head on the side of the headrest of the bed. You giggled at his fucked-out state.

“You’re actually so cute YuYu.” You gathered up all the cum that came out onto your fingers, his eyes opened to see what your next step was. You put your now cum covered fingers into your mouth and sucked all of it off as he watched.

“Come on Yuyu, I want to play some more.” You sat on your legs and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, when you removed it Yunhos eyes was glued to your 2 mountains. You took it a step further and removed your shorts and underwear. Yunhos breathing spiked again and his softened rod started to rise once again.

“Do you want to touch me Yuyu? Go ahead and touch me wherever you like.”

He eagerly nodded his head and reached out both hands and gripped both your breast, he started to massage them.

“Ah~ that feels so good, touch me more okay Yunho.”

He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, and you moaned even more, your aching cunt became hot as you threw your head back.

“Ca-can I kiss you?” he shyly asked.

“Of course, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute and planted a hot kiss on your lips. You’ve had sex with plenty of guys before and kissed lots of them, but this wasn’t like any kiss you’ve ever had, this kiss had dept and meaning to it, however now that you realized it, this whole moment felt so sensual. His touch on your breast gave you goosebumps and his tongue entering your mouth made you want him even more, you never realized just how much your body yearned for Yunho until now. Your tongues were doing an elaborate dance before he disconnected your mouths.

“Y/N…I need to taste you please…” Before you could even respond he pushed you down and got between your legs.

“You’re such an eager little baby, you want to taste my pretty little pussy that bad?”

He once again nodded eagerly, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to literally eat you. You decided to give him what he is craving, and you spread your legs nice and wide so he could get a nice view, he leaned down and put his face inches away from your soaking cunt, he was so close you could feel the small breaths he was taking.

“It’s so pretty Y/N” Your face got hot at the compliment, one of the rare times he has complimented you and its about your pussy, you felt like melting. He licked one long stripe from your hole to your clit, then flicked his tongue on your nub, your legs flinched to close, and he swiftly brought his hands up to hold your legs open. He was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and this was the last meal he requested. Your back arched and staggered moans started to come from your mouth. He inserted one then two fingers into your hole, your pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around them as he sucked your clit like it was a lollipop. Your hands gripped his newly bleach blonde hair.

“You’re doing so good Yuyu, I’m going to cum on your pretty face if you keep going baby.”

“Please Y/N, please cum on my face, I need more of you.”

He hadn’t even entered you yet and he was already pussy drunk, he kept licking your core like his life depended on it. Your hips started to buck and you grinded down on his face, the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit and his long slender fingers deep inside you, you had reached your limit. You came on his face, your clit throbbed, your hole started to squeeze his finger tightly, you had a firm grip on his hair, and he kept lapping up your juices. Over stimulation started to kick in and it seemed like Yunho had no plans on stopping anytime soon. You tried to push his face away, but he was stronger than you and kept going.

“Yunho! I’m gonna go crazy and wake your sister up, stop!”

He finally released your swollen nub from his lips and took his fingers out of you, he looked up at you with his face covered in your wetness, his eyes looked to pure and sincere yet the entire scene of him still having your legs spread wide was everything but pure.

“I’m sorry…I just need you so bad Y/N…”

“Then hurry up and fuck me Yuyu.”

His eyes gleamed like a kid that just got told he can open his gifts on Christmas eve and not Christmas.

“R-really? Oh my god okay let me grab a condom.” He excitedly got up and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed on condom from the top drawer, and you could swear you saw his invisible golden retriever tail wagging, he was so cute you giggled to yourself. He walked back over as he was tearing open the condom, he fully removed his boxers before getting back between your legs. He rolled the condom all the way down his length and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have too if you don’t want to.”

You reached up to cup the side of his face and smiled warmly at him.

“I want this Yuyu, please take me, I need you just as much as you need me right now.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply and inserted the tip into you. You winced as your pussy began to stretch around his dick. He kept the slower pace as you moaned into his mouth, his length just kept coming, it felt like it was never ending. Once he bottomed out in you, he stopped the kiss.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay baby, I promise.”

He stroked into you once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped deep in you and closed his eyes tightly as he held his position inside of you.

“What’s wrong? I told you I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“I-I know but- I’m not” a rosy blush covered his high cheeks bones yet again and that’s when you put two and two together.

“Yuyu did you…did you cum?”

“…yeah”

He pulled out of you and the condom was filled with his cum, he took the condom off in embarrassment and tossed it into his bedside trash You wanted so badly to tease him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you reached your arms out to invite him in for a hug and he gladly accepted it. He dropped down on your body, and you hugged him tightly, even though he just came his dick was still hard as rock.

“Are you still horny Yuyu?”

“Yea but that was my last condom.”

“So, you are a little slut huh?”

“Not now Y/N” he was still sad that he couldn’t fully experience his first-time having sex with you the way that he wanted too.

“…Are you clean?”

“Of course, what kinda question is that?”

“…well, I am too.”

“What are you saying right now Y/N?” He leaned up to make sure he was understanding exactly what you were saying, and he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m saying…if you want to keep going without a condom…we can…I trust you.”

That was all Yunho had to hear, he leaned back down onto you, and you hugged him again, he reached down and lined himself back up into your entrance and slid his dick back into you. His ear was right by your mouth as you let out a throaty moan, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, pumping into your pussy slowly and deeply. You gripped both his shoulders and drip your nails into them.

“You feel so good inside me Yuyu it’s so deep.”

He started to pump into you deeply, his tip hitting your spot like it was a drum as he drilled into you. He groaned as the over stimulation and his soon approaching climax was rushing forward.

“I’m about to cum Y/N please cum with me.”

You dragged your nails up and down his back leaving red streaks up and down his back as he stroked deeply into you. You started to see stars; you tried your best to moan quietly but you couldn’t the feeling was too amazing. In perfect sync you two came together, you could feel the hot liquid deep inside you, thank God you were on birth control or you’d for sure be good as pregnant.

He still held you tightly and gave no signs of letting go, his dick softened inside of you.

“Yunho pull out so I can wipe up.”

“I want to stay in you forever Y/N, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he said that.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so awful to you, it’s not an excuse but you drive me so crazy, and hearing about that stupid group date my sister dragged you too pissed me off so bad. I want to be the only one taking you out, I want to be the only one seeing you like this…” He kept going, just spilling out all these feelings he had held in for years, you felt like your heart was going to explode. As he was still talking, you pulled him into a kiss.

“I like you too loser.” You kissed him again and he slid out of you, you could feel everything seeping out of you, he reached over to his bed side table and grab a few of the tissues that were in the tissue box. He carefully wiped out your overstuffed pussy and threw the tissues away. He pulled the cover over you both and brought you in too cuddle.

“Yunho, I have to sneak back into your sisters’ room before she wakes up.”

The door swung open, and your best friend stood in the door frame with dark circles under her eyes.

“Too fucking late for that, I’m glad you two worked out your feelings for each other but next time do it quietly and when I’m not fucking home.” She slammed the door as she left, and you and Yunho just laid their giggling with each other.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— MY LOVE WILL NEVER DIE

SUMMARY : part II of heartbreak feels so good. dean hasn’t seen her in two years, but there she is on Halloween this time, and she fulfils one of his most questionable fantasy.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS :  charlie bradbury, daphne castillo (aka. sexy elf girl)

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), p in v, unprotected sex (jail), slapping, angst, fellatio, dirty talk

WORD COUNT : 5.2k

A/N : from Dean’s POV. I’m such a liar! here’s part two after I said there would only be one part, @smellingofpoetry :] XXXXXXX

“Come on, Dean,” Charlie laughed, taking Dean’s hand to tug him into the unnecessarily big house. Dean planted his feet firmly on the icy grass, stopping his best friend from pulling him inside. “You’ve sulked over… it long enough. Try to find someone else here,” she suggested, letting go of Dean’s warmer hand. 

Dean stared at her, her fiery red hair, her somehow soft, blueish eyes, dressed similarly as him in a knight costume. He bit his lip, she knew that he hadn’t seen anyone in the past two years. He was getting grumpier, and grumpier, and as much as she wanted to help him, he didn’t have it in him to find someone else after the mess that was his last breakup. Not after losing the one girl who made him feel like no one else ever did, the one he never saw again after that Christmas night. 

Charlie sighed, but grinned dorkily at Dean anyway. “I’m going in… you, come in when you’re ready… if you’re ready.” She moved forward and hugged him tightly, her comforting hug made him smile. Dean held the back of her head and kissed her temple, letting her go so she could go inside. 

Dean exhaled loudly, a puff of his warm breath escaping visibly into the cold air. Dean shook his arms and body, trying to hype himself up.

“Come on, Dean,” he murmured, “you’ve been doing this for a long time.” He patted his face, now turning hot and pink when a group of girls wolf-whistled at him as they passed by, giggling to each other when he smirked at them. “See? You’ve still got it,” he told himself when they were far away enough to not hear him. “I know what I’m doing, I know what I’m doing.” 

Surely, there’s more than one person who will make him feel the way he felt that night. Someone else who causes explosions when their lips meet. Someone who makes him laugh and makes him feel comfortable about expressing deep inhibitions. 

He couldn’t get her out of his mind. The taste of her. The softness of her skin beneath his hands. Her lips against his. The scent of her skin and her hair. Her words, her voice, and her eyes. The feeling of being inside her, hot, soaked all around him, squeezing as she came. 

It was the best sex he had. In a closet, of all places. In the darkness. God, that woman. She’s haunted every one of his dreams and every fantasy. 

He didn’t dare call her, though, after she gave him her number. He felt bad about it all. He knew women like her, women that didn’t like to be put in situations like those. He didn’t want to put all that on her, even if his intentions were pure… It’s his biggest regret.

Why couldn’t he have met her some other time? Any other day after his breakup? Any other place besides that stupid party?

There’s no point in staying in a cage when the door is wide open for him to escape. He’s been in there waiting for her for long enough… not that she actually made any promises to him. Before he went crazy, he had to fly out, and stop making himself miserable. 

Dean stepped inside the house with Halloween music playing loudly. He could feel it in his stomach, the bass, making his nerves even worse. No alcohol tonight, he’d only feel sick. Besides, he needed to be sober for this to work properly. 

He walked around the antique-like rooms, looking for a girl that reignited that spark in his dimming heart. He talked to a few women, got their names, asked about what they did, what they liked. 

No spark. 

No flutter. 

Not even a little ember. 

Dean groaned loudly when he got to the kitchen, burying his face in his hands, the heel of his palms digging into his eyes. When Dean sighed heavily, fingers sliding down his face, some guy dressed as Jack Sparrow shoved a bottle of scotch into his hand.

“I feel ya, man,” he told Dean sympathetically, patting his shoulder as he pushed past people making out, and humping each other against the kitchen’s counters—shamelessly. 

Things were not going well for him. But they clearly were for Charlie. 

He could hear her distinctly shy laugh nearby. He poured himself some scotch in a glass and drank some of it. He looked around for her, clicking his tongue against his teeth at the burn of alcohol streaming down his throat. 

“Dean!” Charlie shouted, causing him to turn around. She dragged a woman dressed as an angel with her. “No gold?” She asked breathlessly, her cheeks bright red like her lips, and her hair a mess. 

“Nope,” Dean replied, looking at the angel next to her. A sheer, white lingerie dress fell over her curves, white heart stickers on her nipples, white panties, a garter, and high heels. She wore a white halo on her head, her long hair placed in a high ponytail, her skin tan and her lips just as swollen as Charlie’s.

“Hi,” she breathed out, watching him drink the rest of the content in the glass he stole from the cupboards.

“This is Namora,” Charlie informed Dean to break the silence. Dean nodded at Charlie and smiled at her… friend. 

“Dean,” he told Namora casually, who was about to say something else. “I’m… I need to use the restroom,” he told Charlie, placing his cup in her hand. Her smile fell slightly and she let go of Namora when Dean turned around so he could find somewhere to catch his breath. 

Charlie tugged Dean’s shirt, making him stop halfway. He turned to face her, a reassuring smile on both their faces. “Try to have fun anyway, yeah?” She let go of him and Dean nodded, chewing on his lip. She watched him closely, but Namora came up behind her and wrapped her arms around Charlie’s waist, allowing Dean to escape.

Dean found himself walking up the stairs, avoiding couples and girls that hit on him. Groping, tugging him into them, trying and failing to cast spells of desire. He declined bashfully and continued into the hallway, peeking inside rooms for an empty one to rest in.

People were having sex, of course, in the first few, but he found one where there was one girl taking pictures of herself. She puckered her lips and pushed out her chest, her hand resting on her ribcage beneath her breast. 

He was going to shut the door, but he opened it again. Her familiarity made him do a double-take. He stared at her, trying to place a name or a situation to her face. She lowered the phone, turning to face him with a judgemental expression. Look away, was written over the sassy shake of her head. 

It was sexy-elf-girl, but dressed as a sexy Wednesday Addams. 

“Hey,” Dean called out, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. 

She sighed, checking him out after she set her phone down on the bed. She seemed to be reconsidering the attitude she’d given him the closer he got to the light of the lamp. 

“Yes, we can have sex,” she said bluntly. 

Dean’s brows furrowed, and then he laughed shyly, shaking his head. “Sorry,” he declined, but she took it like a champ, and raised a brow at him. “You’re friend, Y/n, is she here? I’m Dean.” Realisation made her smile fade and her eyes became wide. She looked to the side, there was a closed door where the bathroom was—presumably, and Dean instantly knew she was in there. 

His heart jumped at the thought of seeing her again and his breath got caught in his throat. He hoped he was right.  

“Oh,” she said, awkward and short. “Uh,” she hesitated, looking back at Dean who was staring at the door, too. She realised her mistake and cleared her throat so Dean would look at her. 

She didn’t have to say anything for Dean to understand the thoughts running through her head. She was a good friend, Dean gave her that. He sighed and smiled at her halfheartedly. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, “I’ll leave.” Dean turned away from her with the remains of his dignity. 

“Wait!” She called out quietly, groaning out with irritation. He heard the bed squeak, and he looked back at her, and the conflict written over her face as she walked towards him. “it’s embarrassing how… much she’s not into anyone, but you…” She confessed breathily, as if she understood why her friend was so into him. It made him smile, a heated blush blossoming on his face, and his stomach clenched at her words. “Call her,” she advised. 

Dean stared at her to confirm her words and pulled his phone out. She watched him while he tore his gaze from hers, scrolling to where her abandoned, unused contact was. He looked at her through his lashes and she nodded encouragingly. He pressed the call button, and watched it ring a few times. He heard her phone vibrating inside the bathroom, then loud fluttering, and then she opened the door. 

“Daphne, I-” her voice was panicked, but she stopped when she saw Dean, her mouth shutting instantly. 

There she was, wearing that same Zoro costume as before. Is it fate, a sign that he’ll get closure? Or is it a sign that the night will end up the same as the last time? 

“Okay,” Daphne said awkwardly, and laughed nervously. She walked towards Y/n, fixed her hair, and kissed her cheek while mumbling something against her skin. Daphne quickly made her escape, locking the door before she shut it. 

“Dean, I-” 

“Hear me out,” Dean interrupted her, angst in his voice, “please.” He stepped closer, just slightly, testing how comfortable she is with him. When she didn’t move away, instead tilting her head up at him, he stepped even closer. 

“What?” She whispered, shivering at the static shock of his fingertips running down her arm. 

“I… I didn’t call because…” he whispered, staring into her eyes. They were soft, wide as they trailed over his face. Her lips were downturned, her bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout. “Truth is… I thought you were… her. You made me feel things that I hadn’t felt with her, so I almost changed my mind when we were having sex… I kept going, chasing that high, but turned out you were never her, I felt all that for you. I thought I finally found what I spent so long searching for. 

“After finding out I didn’t want to die. I thought to myself, what did I even have? I only had my brother. Which… I’m not saying he’s not enough, but… I wanted what I watched others have. I want more. I want… Something just for me,” Dean confessed, staring earnestly into her confused eyes.

She tilted her head at him, but her eyes were empathetic. Dean realised she had no idea what he was talking about. He’d tell her everything in a heartbeat. Maybe in time less than a heartbeat. About the monsters, the life he lives, and the family business. And he’d bring proof, too, lots of proof, so it didn’t end up being a repeat of what went down between him and Cassie. 

“I mean… I’ve watched stuff on television, I’ve read books… it’s so fucking sappy, but I wanted all of that. You know? The stuff, like… a house, a normal job, pets, hobbies, just having stupid things, even. And then there-there’s the people… the people I meet when I pretend to be normal. They made me realise that I wanted more… more than one night, more than… more than just sex and the ‘adios’ every morning or after the sex…

“I want more than friendships that never last because… everyone dies. I want to escape this life I live. The cycle I’m trapped in… the maze that threatens to kill me. When I’m free, I know I can have it all. I want to have friendships that aren’t compromised by complicated things going on in my life… the betrayals, the death, the sacrifice, and the other shit… I just… want something real. Something that lasts.

“Like the feelings… the feelings I know I can feel… the emotions all of this can make me feel. If I have it, I know they’ll feel differently. I… I want to experience them differently than before… some of them… some of them I might even be feeling for the first time. I know I can find it, too. I know, I knew someone was out there, just for me. And I thought that was Jeralynne, but then… I met you.” His voice trembled, but he didn’t care, he was putting his heart out there for the first time. And there it was, vulnerability, raw emotions he never felt before, it made his stomach clench. 

This was dangerous. 

“And then… then you left and-and I knew how this made you feel. And I couldn’t possibly do that to you, I couldn’t make you feel like a bad person. I never heard from you again and these were one of the worst two years of my life. Knowing you were out there. And I really wanted to call. I wanted to be selfish and just… It was… awful for me to do that. I didn’t mean to ghost you, I-I-I was just trying to spare you from feeling guilty or from thinking that you’re with some-some cheater.” 

She blinked up at him. He didn’t know what she was thinking. She was quiet and he noticed her jaw tick, and then she looked away from him. She looked thoughtful, at least she looked like she was attempting to absorb his words. Maybe it just confused her. Maybe it was too much. 

She turned around and walked away from him. His stomach sank. He watched her with his mouth open in disbelief, hurt. He felt a strange sensation against his fingertips, despair, and an ache in his chest different from the pain he’s felt before. 

She stopped at the door with her hand around the doorknob, then she sighed. Her shoulder fell, her hand dropped to her side. Surrender. She turned to face him again with her back pressed against the door. 

“I know you’re not a cheater, Dean,” she finally spoke, her voice soft. She pushed herself off the door, and made her way to him, way too slowly for his liking. But when she got to him, she wasted no time in pressing the whole front of her soft body against his, one of her hands slipping into his hair, pulling him down. 

So, so close to her lips, he leaned in, but she pulled back. It felt like someone dumped kerosene on his entire body, threw a match on him, lighting him on fire. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, squeezing her waist in his hands, keeping her tightly against his body. His lips tingled, longing to feel hers—all soft, red, and a little dry—against his. 

“Me too,” she murmured. When she kissed him, he felt like the air had been knocked out of him, like all those times monsters had thrown him through walls. Except, this feeling was a thousand times better. 

He’d never been kissed this way. Seriously. Her hands were everywhere, buried in his hair tugging harder and harder until he moaned. And when he opened his mouth to release the sound into her mouth, her tongue found its way to his, tasting and licking until his lungs burned for oxygen. 

She pulled away for a few seconds, lips brushing against his, her breath warm against his wet lips. And then she pushed up on her toes and her hands started to wander, slowly moving down his chest, vaguely copping a feel of his body above the thick layers of his knight costume. Trying to find her way past all the tight clothes, the chains, the belt, the leather, and thick cotton. 

He did the same, groaning when she bit down hard on his lip before trailing wet kisses down his neck. He squeezed her breasts over the leather of her tiny dress, and kneaded her ass, grinding his growing erection against her stomach. He panted loudly, achingly hard, and slipped his fingers into her hair. He held her against his neck as she nibbled and sucked on his pulse. 

His loud moans filled the room and she pulled away once more, shoving him backwards. He stumbled, dazed with lust. He reached for her elbow in confusion, attempting to stabilise himself, but she gave one last push, until he fell back on the bed. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Dean,” she whispered. 

Dean lifted himself up on his elbows, staring dumbly as she unlaced the dress at the top. He inhaled sharply and reached down to tug the lace holding the leather of his trousers around his hips. 

“Neither could I,” he assured her, ridding himself of the belt around his waist. She moaned softly, pulling the leather dress down her body, revealing her bare breasts, the black lace of her panties, a black garter belt holding her stockings around her thighs. 

Dean breathed in sharply, slowly lifting his eyes up her body when she stepped out of the dress and began to walk towards him in those sexy heels of hers. His cock throbbed, twitching under brown leather and nothing else. But instead of touching himself, he succumbed to her dominance, and fisted the sheets at his sides. 

“Yeah?” She teased, the bed dipping on each side of his legs while she slowly moved up his body on her knees.

“Yeah,” Dean responded breathily, nodding vehemently. Dean moved up on the bed, staring into her eyes, and then he dropped his head into impossibly soft pillows. She smiled at him, sexy eyes glued to his face as she slid her hands up his sides. “Please, I need you so bad,” he begged, feeling her fingertips brush against the skin above his hips. 

She curled her fingers into the waistband and pulled down. Dean lifted his hips, breathing as heavily as she was the lower she pulled them down. Inch by inch of his freckled skin was exposed and her lips followed, biting and sucking possessively at his hip bones, the v-line guiding her to his cock.  

His cock bobbed, hitting his stomach and the thick cloth of his tied shirt. He pursed his lips and held back a moan, throwing his head back into the fat pillow as she pulled his boots, and the leather trousers off his legs. 

“You said you had a fantasy you wanted fulfilled,” she stated, moving up his body. She put her fingers around the bar of his cock, and he gasped, her warm breath blowing over the wet tip. “What was it?” She asked, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, collecting his warm precum with a satisfied hum. 

Dean laughed breathlessly, “no, anything but that.” He lifted himself up to admire her, making his shirt slip down his body, and she pouted. She removed her mouth to spit on his cock, she stroked him slowly, twisting her hand up the hard and hot length of his penis. 

“Tell me,” she begged playfully, and then went right back to sucking him off. Her warm, wet mouth smoothly slid up and down his cock, and her hand followed her pretty lips. She hummed softly at the taste of him, teasingly sending delightful vibrations along his dick, and then the head of his cock touched the back of her throat, and she swallowed each time it did. It drove him crazy.

He stared at her lustily, the black mask around her head showing only her eyes, and that black Stetson, the cape thrown over one side of her body. God, she was hot as fuck, but a moan replaced any and all of his dirty words.

She started to go faster, sucking on her way up, tonguing the veins along his cock on the way down. Her hand squeezed tightly the whole time, getting tighter after three sets, and his hips bucked upwards into her skillful mouth. The last straw was when she gently tugged and squeezed his balls. 

He wanted to stop her, but the fantasy of her swallowing his load overpowered his will. His stomach clenched and his balls tightened, but she pulled away before he could climax: no hands, no mouth, just the cold air against his wet cock. Dean whined, squirming at the loss of her warm mouth. 

“Yup, just as I thought, your dick tastes as good as it looks,” she panted, wiping tears from her eyes beneath the mask and from her red cheeks. 

“Please, please,” Dean whispered, sitting up. “Fuck me,” be pleaded, bringing his hand to the back of her neck, gently pulling her forward. She crawled up his body to sit on his thighs, ghosting her lips above his, and his eyes fluttered shut, waiting for her kiss, but he felt her finger instead. 

Dean opened his eyes and frowned. A haze of lust prevented him from thinking straight.

“No,” she smirked, those red lips of hers plump and slick. 

“I have to tell you first?” He asked quietly, settling his hands on her hips, moving his fingers to toy with the hem of her lace panties. She nodded, nuzzling her nose against his flushed cheek.

She brought her hands to his shirt, pulling at the tan laces that kept his shirt closed in the front, slowly she made her way up, undoing the messy knots, giving him time to gain some confidence and courage to confide in her what he had in mind when he said that to her. 

Had he been in his right mind, he’d swoon over the fact that she remembered what he told her. 

She pushed him gently onto his back, pulling the shirt open across his chest. She pouted at the white shirt beneath, and teasingly knotted the lace at the neck of his shirt so it wouldn’t choke him, the fake chainmail resting along his throat. 

Dean’s stomach fluttered and his heart skipped a few beats when she slid her hand from his stomach, up to his chest. The long-sleeved shirt skirted around her wrist, rising higher and higher, so slowly as she patiently waited for him to focus on her request. 

She leaned forward, blew air against his lips with a smile and skipped down to his chest to attach her mouth to his nipple. Dean’s eyes were widened and he gasped, tightening his grip on her hips, her cool finger brushing over his other nipple. Her freehand scratched down his chest, then her soft palm sailed upwards, fingertips dipping into the planes of his muscles. 

She brushed her hand against Dean’s cock occasionally, but he had a feeling it was on purpose. It drove him crazy, his dick bobbed, aching for attention while she worked her hands around, and far away from his pulsing erection. 

“Fuck!” Dean shouted in irritation, giving up. She looked up at him like he was being way too dramatic and moved her mouth to his other nipple. “Fine, fine. Just please fuck me,” he begged, grabbing her underwear and ripping them off her. The black lace fell apart easily. It’s been a while since he’s done that. 

She cursed softly and laughed, reaching down to dispose of her underwear. She planted her hands firmly on his chest, her pussy hovering above his cock. Dean trailed his hands up her sides, taking in the sight of her breasts and then back down, calloused palms moving over the black lace of her garter belt. 

“Tell me,” she sang mischievously. She moved one hand off his chest to place it around his wrist, bringing it away from her hip to the warmth between her legs. “I’m ready for you, Dean. You can feel all this wet… on your cock if you tell me,” she purred, gazing into his eyes as he brushed his fingers through her soaked pussy. 

“Fuck,” Dean muttered. She moaned softly, flattening his palm to grind her pussy against his hand. “Slap me,” he requested, his voice just above a whisper, “that’s what I wanted. Ride my cock and slap me, baby.” 

She froze above him. And he felt so embarrassed for saying that, but he couldn’t take it back. She let go of his hand, blinking curiously at him, and he placed both hands on the bed instead of on her body. 

A surprised gasp slipped past his lips when she slapped him suddenly—no warning. He only felt the sting against his cheek and his face was turned to the side. Then, she lowered her pussy over his cock, sliding up and down apologetically. 

Dean blinked as a blush burned at his face and he looked back at her. She looked at him closely as he rubbed his face with one hand, the other grasped her hip guiding her movements. “That felt real,” Dean chuckled, a soft moan slipping through his throat when she pressed herself down harder against him. 

“Softer?” She asked softly, her hips still rolling back and forth so seductively. Dean looked between them shamelessly, his fingers digging into her hips. 

“No.” 

“Dean, I-” 

“Please,” he whined, bucking up into her slick. His stomach fluttered with excitement, impatiently awaiting her reaction. 

She nodded after a few moments of quiet thinking and lifted herself up slightly, guiding his cock to her entrance. She sank down on him slowly, and his eyes flickered down between her legs as she took every inch of him, and then back up to her face to capture the pleasure that she felt in having him inside her. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” he groaned, reaching down to part her folds and find her already-slick clit with his thumb. She leaned back to give him more access, moaning once she was full with his cock inside her.

“Me too,” she agreed, short of breath. Slowly, she started to lift herself up and down on his length, panting with effort, her pace steadily increasing. Dean could feel her slick dripping down and her walls getting tight around him. “You feel so good,” she praised with a moan.

“You feel even better.” That’s when she looked at him and she hesitated when she saw the look in his eyes, the mischief and his arousal. He felt her walls squeeze him again and then she smacked him across the face on the opposite side. 

He grunted and squirmed, his eyes tearing up at the pain, but she laughed breathlessly. It was a nervous laugh not a sadistic one. He pressed his hand to his hot cheek and screwed his eyes shut, swearing under his breath. Why did he like this?

“Your face is too pretty to slap,” she whispered. She took his hand away from his face as she bounced on his cock faster and slipped her fingers between his instead. She bit her lip, and she leaned forward, attempting to keep her eyes open as her cunt pulsed around him. 

“You’re so wet… I want to put my mouth all over your beautiful body.” Dean removed his hand from between their bodies to cup her breast before he squeezed the flesh. He silently asked her to lean down by opening his mouth slightly. When she did, his tongue swiped up and down her nipple, she responded with a low moan, and a tight grip of his cock. 

“I need you to cum,” Dean pleaded, bending his knees to thrust up into her. She nodded fervently, releasing his hand to plant both of hers on the pillow beneath his head. He could hear the scratch of her nails against the silk and he removed his warm mouth from her breasts and slowly canvassed her body with warm, calloused palms. Kneading, squeezing, digging his blunt nails into her delicate skin.

“That’s right, cum on my cock, sweetheart,” Dean moaned. The bed squeaked with each movement, and the wooden headboard hit the wall loudly, shaking photographs nailed at the top. Dean moaned with her, his cock plunging into her wet cunt filled the room, her skin audibly slapping against his—like an obscene porno. 

She came on his cock with a cry of his name, her velvety heat gushing around him, squeezing to the point of insanity. Dean barely gave her time to recover before pulling her down against his chest, and flipping her onto her back. 

Her Stetson easily fell off her head, and he tugged the mask away from her eyes, staring finally at her breathtaking face. She gasped softly, her body trembling beneath his as he slammed his hand against the wall. “Fill me up, Dean, I need to feel you inside me,” she whispered, gently holding his jaw in her hands.

Dean kissed her deeply, hips pistoning into her wet, pulsing cunt. He lifted her leg, bending her knee, opening her up by holding her thigh to the side. She held her other thigh in a similar position, a loud cry filling the room when he pushed deeper, his cock head pressing into her cervix as his hips stuttered, and finally, he came inside her with a shout of her name. 

A second orgasm rolled through her, whimpering out his name like a praise against his sinful mouth. Shaking from her orgasm, her face twisted in pleasure, Dean pulled away from her sweet lips, wishing he could always remember her face. 

Dean collapsed on top of her, releasing her leg to roll her back on top of him once more, his lips moving all over her face. She laughed, short of breath, her pussy leaking the mixture of their release around him. Dean gripped her hips tightly to keep himself inside her, her stockings brushing against his skin feeling like electricity. 

“That was a pretty bad idea, Dean,” she murmured, lifting her lips to his. “Slapping was,” she cleared up, licking across his teeth before he spoke. 

“I agree,” he chuckled hoarsely, kissing her passionately. She pulled away from his mouth for a breather, lifted herself off him with a moan, her cunt clenching around nothing as more cum dripped out of her. 

“I’m gonna be so sore,” she whined, laying on her back beside him. Dean smiled and turned over on his side to gaze at her. 

She was flushed and enchanting, her eyes sparkling brightly when she looked back at him. Dean played with the little clips from her garter belt, his fingers sailing slowly up her stomach, over her hardened nipple. She shivered and took his hand, placing it flat over her breast. 

“Get used to it,” Dean murmured, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder, “I’ll never get tired of your body.” She smiled brightly at him, turning to face him the same way he was laying on his side. 

“I’ll never tire of your body,” she promised softly, scooting closer to him. “I’ll always love… every… glorious… inch of you,” she said emphatically, kissing his lips as she did. 

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[flowerinjuries]

Hi can you do haechan type of bf like the one you did with mark? Thank u!

i got a few requests to do this so here it is!

haechan as a boyfriend!

the soft side:

at first he’s kind of confusing to you because he’s both really intimidating but also really funny

whenever he looks at you, a chill runs down your spine

you just really want to impress donghyuck, so whenever his eyes meet yours you feel suddenly insecure

this feeling doesn’t last long though as you get to know him!

soon you find out how ridiculously immature he is and how easily he gets your stomach to hurt from laughing so hard

he’s a prankster too

loves to make you think you’re losing your mind

where’d your clean clothes go? you swear you set them on your bed so you could get dressed after your shower

you catch your boyfriend haechan tiptoe into your room with a playful smirk on his lips

of course the son of a bitch stole your clothes just so he’d get the chance to see you walk out of the shower in nothing but a little towel

but when he gives you back your clothes, you wonder where your panties went?

let’s just say haechan has a little stash of souvenirs hidden away from you

anyways.. my mind’s in the gutter..

haechan is a bratty boyfriend

loves to pick ridiculous arguments with you just because he thinks you’re hot when you’re pissed at him

he will laugh at you when you’re trying to be serious with him

he can’t help it.. he barely takes you seriously just because you make him so happy

it’s just a rare occasion for you to see him upset because of something you did

haechan has a big mouth

loves to brag about you to the guys

calls you his angel sent from heaven

he’s your fucking devil though

you’re more reserved than him, so of course you’re gonna blush red and smack him when he blurts out something that was meant to be personal

but at the same time it turns you on when he boasts about you

he only ever has good things to say about you

rubs it in everyone’s face that you’re his and his friends will never find someone as good or hot as you

he just thinks you’re so perfect and he’s so lucky that you reciprocate his love

haechan is very touchy

wants you sitting on his lap all the time

he does not care where you are, you better let him have his hands on you

he compliments you so much that others may think his words have lost their meaning

but not to you two

every sweet word exchanged between you two love birds only makes your hearts flutter more

haechan is just exciting to be around and he makes you feel like a kid with a crush

he will always be your crush

god i love haechan

the not-so-soft side (nsfw/18+):

ok i know this is what you all came here to read

trust me i’m excited to write this.. haechan is so sexy and would 100% fuck his lover better than he’d ever imagine fucking a hookup

he’s really mean though >:(

but when you first got together he was really sweet and took his time

it’s just that he’s so open with you about everything it’s only natural that you two ended up exploring harder kinks together and learned to enjoy it

you two just love and trust each other so much so sex is always fun no matter what’s going on

i’ve previously said i think he’s a switch but for this i’m just gonna write him as a hard dom

((he’s still a switch though shhhh))

sadistic as fuck

he’s so sick in the head

wants to see you cry, scream, and beg for him throughout the entire fuck

his definition of foreplay is torturing you </3

takes it excruciatingly slow

he’s gonna laugh at how pathetic you are for him

hell he might be into knife play since he’s such a sick fuck

you love it though

the shivers you get from the anticipation and the nerves just turn you on beyond belief

he ruins all your lingerie

he’s rich though so he’ll buy you more don’t worry

his hot breath is always whispering gruesome (but sexy) things into your ears

he’s so extreme

“i bet you’d wait in hell for years just to get a chance for me to fuck your wet fucking hole, huh?”

duh

grips your thighs so hard there’s deep purple bruises :(

does not listen to you when you tell him to slow down

he will stop abruptly in the middle of fucking you <3 he’s such a fucking tease it makes you so angry

but he’s the one in charge, sweetheart

he does what he wants with you

you’re just his toy

(but you’re his favorite)

he cums alllll over you

so so messy

makes you lick it up as you make eye contact

if you’re lucky he will praise you

there’s so much i could write…

haechan is just the most mind blowing sex partner there is

but even if he’s wild, he never fails to take care of you for as long as you need afterwards

he does your skincare routine for you and takes you to your favorite drive through

will ramble on about life all night long as you drift asleep in his arms <<<3

i really love hyuck :’)

i hope my anons enjoyed this! as well as all my readers! i appreciate you all :D asks are always open, so please send in requests or any fantasies you have! i’m always in need of writing inspiration!

[cuddlyjongho]

I absolutely love how you write jongho but I'm a few years older than him- is there in any way that you write him with a noona reader (someone who is older/respectful) doesn't have to be smutty I just need him to be flabbergasted by a lady

- raccoon anon

just kiss me already

idol!jongho x fem!reader

warnings: kinda smutty (?), suggestive, make out session

a/n - omg thank you so so much!! i don’t even do this properly, like i’m not a writer or anything i just started to post my thoughts when i was drunk one night lmao! so knowing that people are actually liking what i write is amazing 🥹 this is also my first ever request so it probably won’t be great but i will try my best for you! ❤️

there you were, at the concert you’ve been dreaming of attending for years. you finally get to see your favourite group, which also means you get to see your favourite person, jongho, for the first time too. you managed to get a front row ticket and although you didn’t think you’d get any interactions with ateez you still outdid yourself with your outfit - all black, sophisticated and sexy.

halfway through the concert jongho comes over to your side of the stage. he scans the front row and his eyes finally land on you, the moment you wanted so bad to happen. inside you were dying of excitement but you kept yourself composed and gave him the biggest smile. he smiled back and gave you a quick wink before he ran back to the group to start the choreo for the next song. your heart skipped a beat and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks.

jongho kept glancing over to you for the rest of the concert until they finished the last song, left the stage, and the lights turned back on in the arena. everyone around you was still losing their minds and you just sat there with a big smile on your face in disbelief with the attention you got from jongho.

as everyone was filtering out of the arena you started to get up to go too when a member of staff tapped you on the arm. you looked at them and they said to follow them. you were instantly scared, thinking you had done something wrong. they took you through a couple hallways backstage and then to a door. the member of staff said to go in. so you did just that, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.

as you stepped into the room, your eyes immediately met jongho’s. he got up from the sofa he was seated on and greeted you with a huge gummy smile. “oh my god… is this real?” you ask. he giggles and replies “yes, it is! i actually asked our manager to bring you backstage. i hope that’s okay with you?” “of course it’s okay!!” he giggled again in response. “you really caught my eye in the crowd for some reason, maybe it was because you were so calm and composed, you really stood out from the rest.” he explains. “well, if i had seen you when i was a teenager things would’ve been different, i would’ve been screaming your ears off.” you both laugh, “…but now that i’m in my late 20’s i’ve been enjoying concerts more when i’m relaxed and able to take everything in without just losing my mind”. you both laugh with each other again.

after talking for a little while, you notice that you’re both sitting a lot closer than you were before. you both look at each other, no words spoken… until, “you’re so hot” you accidentally blurt out. jongho then breaks eye contact, looking down at his fidgeting hands and giggling like a teenager with a crush, a rosy red colour creeping up into his cheeks. “please don’t tell me that i’m making THE choi jongho blush right now?!” you say to him. he looks back up at you and says, “is it bad if you are?” “not at all, i just didn’t know i had it in me to get you in this state” you reply.

a few minutes later, you notice him looking down to your lips every so often as you carry on the conversation. you wonder whether you should make a move, or even if he’s thinking about you in that way, but then you think of how he literally got his manager to pick you out of the crowd and bring you backstage for him. it’s not just a chat he wants right? he looks at your lips once again, so you say “with the way you keep looking at my lips it makes it look like you wanna kiss me”. “what if i do?” jongho replies quicker than you could process what he just said.

you suddenly put your arms around his neck and begin to kiss him. he leans into the kiss, putting his hands on your waist. you move closer, not breaking the kiss at all, and end up straddling his lap. you hear him softly moan into the kiss, still not believing you have this effect on him. you pull away, both of you panting for air. he bites his lip, moving his hands to your hips. he pushes you down into his lap, making you aware of what you’re *really* doing to him. you gasp and smirk, leaning in for another deep kiss.

just as both of your hands start roaming around each other’s bodies there’s a loud knocking on the door. “it’s almost time to go back to the hotel, jongho” a voice says. he looks at you and asks, “wanna come back to my hotel room to finish what we started, beautiful?” “fuck yes” you say, making both of you giggle.

let’s just say that it was a long night for you both. and enjoyable one at that.

[paperstorm]

Andy I’m losing my mind, these passages from your tag for 1.10:

They lay on the hood of Carlos’s car, the metal of it warm underneath TK and the sky incredible above them. “It’s beautiful,” TK says.

“You’re beautiful,” Carlos tells him.

TK chuckles. “Shut up.”

And

“I’m gonna call you beautiful, and you’re gonna let me. That’s one,” he says eventually.

TK licks his lips. The ugly voices that always get loud whenever someone compliments him in a way that makes him uncomfortable begin their chatter in the back of his mind. Hot, he can handle. Sexy, no problem. Something like beautiful feels so much more poignant. But he wants this, wants to be honest and wants to be brave enough to let Carlos see him, so he says, “That one’s hard for me. But I’ll try.”

“We’ll work on it,” Carlos says understandingly.

And then this from your newest fic for 3.15???

Carlos draws him into another kiss, whispering, “You’re beautiful,” into it.

TK makes a small noise, and for only a second it seems as if he’s going to argue, or make a joke out of it. But then, instead, he looks up at Carlos through his delicate eyelashes and whispers, “Thank you.”

This growth for TK?? With (yes I counted) TWENTY EIGHT FICS IN BETWEEN????? You are the absolute master on god you need to be writing best selling novels but I’m so happy you’re here with us

Thank you for noticing 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

[exololyunho]

ateez sexy would you rather

so no one asked me to do this but school has been kicking my ass and I haven't written anything in a while so I figured I'd do this and see if it gave me some inspiration

there's not too much smut, but it's my horny thoughts and probably too much information about my preferences but oh well

1. make out with Yeosang or dry hump Yunho?

Dry hump Yunho. No question. I want that man over me, so desperate he can’t even wait until our clothes come off. One of my friends teases me about my size kink and it’s true. I want to be buried under him.

2. Give Mingi a lap dance or have Wooyoung do a sexy dance for you?

Idk but I’m leaning towards giving Mingi a lap dance even though I’ve got no experience. I do love shaking my ass at parties though so I think I could figure it out. Plus, watching him get hard, blushing and panting would be so hot.

3. Tease San under the table at dinner or Jongho tease you under the table?

Jongho teasing would be so hot. He acts like such a little shit sometimes and I think that would add the experience. Alternatively, putting your hand on San’s thigh and sliding it up slowly to rub him over his pants while he tries to stay calm would be so exhilarating.

4. Give hickeys to Yeosang or get hickeys from Seonghwa?

I’d rather get hickeys from Seonghwa. I love hickeys, they're so fun and I love when someone’s got their mouth on my neck. Ugh it’s so hot.

5. praise Hongjoong or receive body worship from Yunho?

Ok for any of these questions that have Yunho in them, I’m probably going to pick him. I’d let that man do anything to me and body worship would absolutely blow my mind. God I can just imagine him kissing my tattoos and moles and all the sweet things he’d say. Fuck. 

6. blindfold Mingi or be blindfolded by San?

While I am a sucker for tall men, I have to pick San here. I think he’d be such a passionate man in bed and not knowing what he was going to do next would absolutely kill me in the best way. With every touch a surprise, it wouldn’t take long for me to lose my mind.

7. sexting with Wooyoung or sending dirty snaps to Seonghwa?

I do not like sending nudes, but sexting in the right scenario is so hot. I’d love to read every dirty thing Wooyoung wants to do to me and tell him exactly what I want to do to him.

8. choke Yeosang or be choked by Jongho?

Easy. I want Jongho to choke me. I damn near lost my mind when I found out his grip strength was nearly 200 lbs. I can just imagine the head rush when he cuts off my bloodflow, the overload of sensations and the dizzy feeling of his hands on me.

9. pull Hongjoong’s hair or Yunho pull your hair?

Again, Yunho. I love it when someone pulls my hair, especially when we’re making out. And his hands are so fucking big. Ugh I want it so bad. 

10. tie up Wooyoung or Jongho tie you up?

Ok this is a close one, but I tend to be more submissive/not take the lead in bed. Tying up Wooyoung would be so hot and I can just imagine him begging, but the idea of Jongho having complete control over me is too good to pass up.

11. beg for Seonghwa or Mingi beg for you?

I think this is one time when I’d like to be in control. Having Mingi begging to cum, to touch me, to do anything would be so hot. Having that control over his pleasure would just be so intoxicating.

12. ride Jongho’s thigh or sit on San’s face?

Ok I am not a little girl and face sitting makes me so anxious, but that’s not the only reason I’d rather ride Jongho’s thigh. His legs are so muscular and imagining straddling his thigh while he guides me along is so fucking hot. Making me cum on his thigh before he’d do anything else is just so fucking hot.

13. dirty talk with Seonghwa or Mingi?

I would say that I’d rather have sex with Mingi over Seonghwa, but it’s so much easier and so much hotter to imagine Seonghwa talking down to me, saying the filthiest things he can come up with.

14. spank Wooyoung or Hongjoong? 

Wooyoung. No question he’d be into it and it would be so hot, having him begging for more and whimpering with every hit.

15. get spanked by Jongho or Yunho?

Fuck I don’t know man. Both? I mean, regardless of who it is, I wouldn't be able to sit for a week. Jongho’s just so strong and his hits would burn perfectly while Yunho’s big ass hands would cover so much area and feel so good.

16. deny San his orgasm or Seonghwa deny you yours?

I’m going to go with Seonghwa as long as he would let me cum eventually. It’s hard for me to finish with partners and if he could get me there eventually I’d be game. Plus I think he’d be so wonderfully mean it would be so hot.

17. have Yeosang as a master or Hongjoong as a pet?

Like I said, I don’t like taking the lead and honestly the perfect solution would be to have Yeosang tell me what to do and when to do it. I also think he’d be so good at it. Just ordering me around like his little plaything and doing as he pleases.

18. touch yourself and make Yunho watch or Mingi touch himself and make you watch? 

I get shy and as much as I want to pick Yunho, I want to watch Mingi do his thing. His head thrown back as he strokes himself and whines for me, begging for more than just his hand.

19. call Hongjoong ‘daddy’ or Seonghwa call you ‘mommy’?

Mommy gives me the ick. And I think Hongjoong would get off on being called ‘daddy’. Like I think he’d groan everytime you said it. I think that would be his preferred name in bed as opposed to like ‘sir’ or ‘master’.

20. receive aftercare from San or give aftercare to Wooyoung?

I would rather receive aftercare from San after he completely ruins me. San to me seems like his stamina would be absolutely ridiculous, round after round, leaving my legs feeling like jelly and nearly unusable.

21. skype sex with Hongjoong or phone sex with Yeosang?

PHONE SEX. I want to hear Yeosang’s heavy breaths and moans in my ear as he touches himself.

22. one night stand with Mingi or friends with benefits with Wooyoung? 

Oh that’s tough. I think one night stand with Mingi. I’ve had one night stands turn into friends with benefits and that would be ideal, but even if it was just one night, I’d love for Mingi to just fuck me dumb, ruining me for anyone else.

23. studio sex with Hongjoong or practice room sex with Yunho? 

As tempting as studio sex is, I pick practice room sex. Ideally, after watching Yunho rehearse maybe ‘Deja Vu’. Practice room sex just feels so desperate and risky, plus all the mirrors would be such a fun little treat.

24. receive nudes from Seonghwa or a sexy video from San?

I am not a fan of seeing penises. So I’ll say both and neither. If the nudes from Seonghwa were of like his bulge in sweatpants or of his torso then I’m in. And if the video from San was like him touching himself over pants or underwear and like groaning them I’m also in.

25. cowgirl position with Jongho or doggystyle position with Yeosang? 

Doggystyle. I love doggy and I think Yeosang would be great. Strong arms holding me, pulling me back on his dick and fucking the shit out of me. 

26. hot tub sex with Mingi or shower sex with Yunho?

As hot as hot tub sex sounds, all I can think about is all the bacteria in that water. Plus shower sex with Yunho feels so indulgent. Especially if it’s to get clean after a round of sex and he just can’t help but be ready to go again.

27. give oral to Yeosang or receive oral from San? 

I love receiving oral. I reciprocate but when given the option, I’d rather receive because I have a bad gag reflex lol. I think San would be such a messy and enthusiastic eater. Just burying his face between my thighs and not letting up until I’m absolutely shaking.

28. Seonghwa cum in your mouth or Wooyoung cum on your face?

I’m a spitter, I don’t swallow lol but I’d rather Seonghwa cum in my mouth. One, it’s really hot to make your partner cum, and two, cum is messy and the last thing I want is cum in my hair.

29. car sex with San or sex under the stars with Yeosang?

I actually thoroughly enjoy car sex. Some of the best sex I've ever had has been in my car. I also think it’s hot. There’s always the threat of being caught and it forces you to be close to your partner at all times. I think San would be creative, trying as many positions as he could while in such a confined space.

30. take Mingi’s virginity or Yunho take yours?

If I was a virgin, I would absolutely let Yunho take my virginity. I just think he’d be so sweet, insisting on giving me all the pleasure he could while also just manhandling me. I almost think he’d get off on having an inexperienced partner.

31. library sex with Wooyoung or movie theatre handjob with Yeosang? 

Movie theater hand job. Like I said, I don’t like being in charge, but there’s something just so intoxicating about tearing your partner to pieces when they’re at your mercy. Yeosang trying to keep quiet while you’re stroking him, teasing him the whole duration of the movie and finally letting him cum during the climax.

32. lazy morning sex with Yunho or late night sex with Jongho?

I vote lazy morning sex. Waking up tangled together and him needing me. It’s soft, it’s intimate, it’s sweet, the fluffiest sex ever.

33. wear a collar for Seonghwa or San wear a collar for you?

Put me in a collar. I like choking and I think Seonghwa would take full advantage of that. Just talking down to me, tugging on the collar, and doing whatever he pleased.

34. rough sex with Hongjoong or romantic sex with Jongho? 

Rough sex with Hongjoong would be fantastic. I’m taller than him and I just want him to climb me like a tree and just do whatever he wants with me. Bonus points if it’s rough because he’s angry.

35. receive anal from Seonghwa or give anal to Mingi?

I have never done or given anal, but I think I’d be more comfortable receiving from Seonghwa. I think he’d be the perfect mix of soft and caring but still firm and just rough enough.

36. suck on Yunho’s fingers or San suck on your fingers? 

I’ll suck on Yunho’s fingers any day of the week. His hands are so big and I would just love to have those fingers in my mouth. Looking up at him as I suck on them, fuck.

38. Hongjoong finger you or give Yeosang a handjob? 

I love getting fingered it’s so good, especially when they know what they’re doing and I definitely think Hongjoong would know what he’s doing. I think that man could have anyone coming in minutes.

37. wall sex with Jongho or mirror sex with Wooyoung? 

Wall sex. I want to see Jongho’s muscles flexing as he holds me up. Just fucking smashing me into the wall as he has his way with me.

39. overstimulate Mingi or be overstimulated by Wooyoung? 

Some part of me really wants to see Mingi cry for me. Just begging as he’s forced to cum until he can’t.

40. Woosan threesome or Seongjoong threesome?

Woosan definitely. I want the two biggest teases to smash me between them. I think it would probably be the most fun threesome ever.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It’s Winter! This story came to me at 4:30 am 🤭

The grocery store was surprisingly empty for a Sunday morning. Brigitte was used to strolling through the busy aisles, bumping into her husband’s coworkers or students of hers. Today, it seemed like no one was around except for 2 giggling girls in the cereal aisle.

Turning the corner, Brigitte was shocked when she got a better look at them. They weren’t teenagers like she had suspected. The giggles were coming from two adult women approximately 10 years younger than herself.

Brigitte pretended to be interested in cereal to get a closer listen to their scandalous conversation.

“He’s so good-looking!” The blonde woman squealed.

“Good looking? That’s an understatement! He’s unbelievably sexy!!! Ugh! I would do anything to get him into my bed!” The redhead added. “I really hope he wins. I wouldn’t mind staring at that gorgeous face for 5 years”

“It would be a dream. Unfortunately, he’s a bit inexperienced” the blonde sighed. “Besides, hot guys statistically never become President”

“Yeah, but I bet Macron isn’t inexperienced where it counts” The redhead blushed when she saw Brigitte.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Madame, my friend and I didn’t see you there. We were just discussing the upcoming election”

Brigitte swallowed. “It’s fine. Have a nice day”

These 2 women had no idea who she was - thank God - so Brigitte quickly exited the aisle, and headed toward the checkout area.

“Cherie, you’re home already!” Emmanuel wasn’t expecting to see his wife so soon. “You were at the market for less than 15 minutes”

He eyed her single bag of groceries suspiciously. Usually, on a Sunday, Brigitte would come home with a minimum of 6 bags filled to the top of food.

She looked over at her young, desirable husband without saying a word. She could see why women made a fuss over him. He was sexy, in excellent shape, and intelligent - not to mention skilled in bed (but only she knew that).

Emmanuel knew something was wrong. “What happened? Why haven’t you acknowledged me?”

“I’m sorry, darling,” Brigitte whispered. “I had a little run-in at the store”

She caught a glimpse of her reaction in the toaster. Unlike her husband, she wasn’t young or fresh looking. The wrinkles around her eyes seemed to get deeper, and more pronounced every month.

Emmanuel’s ears were perked. “What kind of run-in? Did something happen to you?” He was in full protective husband mode. “Did someone hurt you?”

She ignored his questions, instead asking one herself. “Do you love me?”

Stunned, he wasn’t sure what his wife was getting at. “Of course I do. What kind of question is that? Do I not show you enough?”

Brigitte looked down at the kitchen floor. “You do. I just needed to ask”

“That’s a ridiculous question. You’re the only person I will ever love. Look at everything we’ve been through” Emmanuel pointed out. “You’re my best friend, soulmate, and wife”

“And you don’t think I’m too old?”

“Too old? Where is this coming from? Of course, I don’t! Sometimes you act younger than I do!” Emmanuel declared. “Brigitte, what happened at the store to make you ask these crazy things?”

“Nothing… I was just curious”

He knew his wife was withholding information. When she was upset, hurt or sad, Brigitte stayed silent. With some patience, Emmanuel knew she’d eventually come to him and explain everything.

In the meanwhile, he took her into his arms. “I missed you, Cherie”.

She gently pushed him away and turned to her bag of groceries. Was she going to lose him to another woman? What would happen when/if he came President? Women already threw themselves at him. Would he fall for someone new? There was no way to know.

“Brigitte”. She looked up when he called out her name.

“I love you” He assured her. “A lot”

She smiled … and then unpacked the rest of her grocery bag.

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

I do wonder how many times this actually already happened hahaha and I suppose it’s no secret for Brigitte that women fancy her husband 🤭😏

But bless the poor thing for having doubts for a second there and needed a bit of reassuring from Emmanuel 🥰

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[0721am]

αγαπημένε μου Barish

it’s 7th July. one week since the b’day celebration. two more weeks to go!

I'm glad that we were born in the 7th month, on a date divisible by the number 7. this makes us special.💜

we developed a deeper connection because of BTS, and their main significance is 7. this connection was crafted with finesse by the God.

we're really, really special. @thelilacdews 🪻

One history in one person One star in one person 7 billion different worlds Shining with 7 billion lights 7 billion lives, the city's night view Is possibly another city's night Our own dreams, let us shine You We shine brighter than anyone else

i need to talk about “Seven.”

HOLY MOLY, JEON JUNGKOOK! is this man on a mission to melt our hearts with his naked glory and smooth ripped body?

this man really has an affinity to strip tease us. I honestly thought the song will be emotional since it was titled “Seven.”

but, nope.

damn, his body is so hot. so smooth. clean. i wonder how he smells. argh, I’m losing my mind!

loooook at him! gaaaaaaaaaah, so gorgeous, so sexy, so hot. I’m losing my mind. HIS ABS? perfect. HIS FACE? beyond perfection. guess what? his pants are ripped from behind. the man could’ve flashed his ass. such a tease, I swear to God.

ahhhhhhh! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

how are we going to survive this hotness?

in all honesty, I’m happy Jungkook is releasing the album in July. His stuff made our celebration even more special. We’re celebrating two different occasions, and what’s better than this? I hope every July, henceforth, be blessed like this!

14 days to go! 💜

— yours, Teeeee!

[judgedreddthelaw]

Black Female Warlock Guardian x Shiro-4 (18+)

Part 3 B

…….you unintentionally moan loud after you feel his hand traveling down your dress. His fingers traveled in between your thighs, lifting the ends of the fabric pulling it up and then into the sweet spot you so wished for so long to be touched. You feel his finger pushing your panties aside and lightly toying with your clit. While he gradually toys with you, you feel him start to rub against you, feeling him starting to harden. Your eyes roll at the feeling in the front and behind you biting your lip desperately suppressing a moan so Amanda and the other person doesn’t hear you. You start to get hot all over and you’re starting to sweat. You uncontrollably move your hips like you were riding his fingers and his fingers that were just toying your clit accidentally go in your folds when you were grinding. Your panting gradually gets a little loud every 3 seconds, you were feeling good and you were sopping wet at this point. Your pant becomes a slight moan, then pleading whimper “Fuuuuck………

Yes, right there.” His fingers in your folds start to pace a bit faster you can hear your pussy make a sopping noise as he fucks you with his hands. But it’s not enough you can’t help but lean towards the wall with your head, and you start to move your butt back into his hand to fuck yourself faster. You were only able to get 3 hard thrusts before Shiro hand to put his hand against your mouth and lifting your top half of your body back into his, you were staring to get too loud. “I think we take this to the ship.” He whispers in your ear as he keeps finger fucking you now slower pace………..You lay your head back onto him as you were too hypnotized by the feeling. “Please, don’t stop I’m almost…………...lm almost………………fuck I’m almost there I’ll be quiet I promise…………please, I’ll be a good girl.” How you pleaded sent shivers down his exo spine, Shiro had to take a moment not to go over board, he thought. That was until you turn around pulling him against you with your lips finding his plates again even though you thought you couldn’t deepen the kiss somehow he does. The pure satisfaction that you get when you hear him do his own exo version of him making deep rapid breaths like he’s coming undone, “God your so fucking wet right now, can………..can you be quiet if I fuck you with my hand now?” You nod your head rapidly, “I hope so, because bad girls get punished for breaking their promise we wouldn’t want that now do we?” You shook your head and look into his eyes with haziness and swallow saliva forming in your mouth that’s watering because of the sexy tone of his voice. He moves his plates to your neck you feel that light shiver but it feels great since it’s him. Your feeling his hand on the back of your thigh, gripping it then pulling it up so he can get a better angle at your folds. He leans into your body he starts the process again but slowly making you squirm at his touch. You breathe heavy but slowly enjoying the slowness smiling into his neck and kissing. As you kissed his neck you wondered if he really felt it or not so start to slowly lick while kissing, you hear a breathy moan not sure if it’s from that or the fact he loves fingering you. You get a little brave and try to nibble on the “soft” part of the exo neck where you read somewhere in an exo anatomy book there are sensitive areas. There are sensors like nerves in a human, that they can feel, from the soft parts. He makes a noise like a guttural growl “Behave my angel.”, moving his hand and wrist faster to fuck you. Your head whiplashes back as you gasp. You close your mouth and cover it with his shoulder so you aren’t loud, but you’re about to lose your fucking mind. You feel it in your gut, you’re going to cum right here, right now and starting to convulse you clench your legs together around his hand and couldn’t stop the LOUD moan leaving your lips “Oh fuck yes!” You were ready to cum any second now………Shiro halted his movements after your moan. With shock you look at him as he takes out his dripping wet hand away from your wet pussy and wipes it on the inside of the bottom of the shirt he borrowed. “I asked you to be quiet, I guess you broke your promise, this action will not go unpunished………. Now you don’t get to come until I let you.”

You look at him wide eyed unable to breathe. As he backs away from you keeping his optics on your form, he beckons with his finger just as you did to him. “Now, come here.” He softly speaks to you, catching your breath again you slowly follow him up into your ship, you have a feeling your just getting started.

To be continued…….

[gayferrari]

ooo what else was on your rancid f1 fic list?

I love being enabled :3

rancid vibes fic rec list :3

this is probably not as comprehensive as it could be, I'm sure there are many unexplored treasures out there I haven't gotten to yet. But!! all these fics have mildly disturbing to gloriously bad vibes and hit really hard ❤️ I really enjoyed all of these! if u end up liking it them also (general you) please drop the authors a comment.

major warnings noted where stated, pls mind the tags depending on your level of comfort etc etc

a better love deserving of by @sionisjaune. Toto / Lewis. Rated E, 3k. Chose Not To Warn (CNTW)

“I’m going to Ferrari,” says Lewis, his expression flat. Sometimes Toto misses when he was young and hot and angry—before he got used to winning, and then used to losing. Toto also misses when Lewis was too green to even think about fucking with him.

» Dubcon rough sex employee/boss ANGRY fucking. Literally love everything about this.

born and raised for the job by @freeuselandonorris. Toto / Mick. 8k, rated E. No Warnings Apply (NAWA)

A reserve drive wasn’t what he wanted, of course. But it was a plan, a direction of travel. That wasn’t nothing. And there was Toto, who gazed at him and smiled proud.

» Daddy issues go vroom... power imbalance. watersports. crying. undernegotiated kink like whoah :3

but i found i'm bound by anonymous. Oscar / Mark. Rated E, 2k. omegaverse. CNTW.

Oscar shook his head. “Just a little more,” he said. “I earned it, didn’t I? Just control yourself.”

» Oscar lowkey playing mindgames on his much older manager that he's sleeping with is SO sexy. to me.

Caught My Reflection in the Mirror by @kritischetheologie. Seb / Mark. omegaverse. Rated E, 5k. CNTW.

Secretly, Mark has always looked down on everyone who isn’t a beta.

» This fic has everything... rough sex... blackmailing... fisting... hate vibes. In all ways except the literal I am kissing the screen sloppily.

Event Title: MV by @onboardsorasora . Daniel / Max, sponsor Max AU. Rated E, 11k. CNTW.

Everything in Formula 1 came with a price tag and sponsors dropped unserious amounts of money in their sport for the prestige of it all. In all of his years, Peter had never once seen a blank cheque. Until now. The memo section simply said: for Daniel.

» SLAZY DEMANDING ENTITLED SPONSOR MAX. Extremely dubious consent. Daniel Dealing With It. Juicy as fuck.

First by @flawlessassholes. Daniel / girl!Max. Rated E, 7k. CNTW

Daniel Ricciardo deflowers a nineteen-year-old girl named Max Verstappen. That's all.

» I've waxed poetics about this fic already but. In short: thoughtless uncaring sleazeball behaviour... Max with her own agenda but still having to move constrained by *gestures vaguely* the misogyny... excellent ending oh my god

I'm Sorry by n_ico_ando. Michael / Seb. omegaverse. Rated E, 5k. Non-con.

Sebastian, new to F1 (and sex), gets manipulated by his childhood hero into a threesome full of power dynamics.

» This is fully 100% unapologetically dark and terrible (feature not a bug). Additional warnings in the notes!

if i never lied then, baby, you'd be the truth by @blorbocedes. Winner's Room AU. Daniel / Max. Rated E, 4k. CNTW.

Daniel Ricciardo wins Monza 2021, showing everyone who thought he was gone that he never fucking left. When they ask who he wants for the Winner’s Room, the choice is obvious.

» Winner's Room is a trope in Sport RPF where the winner gets to fuck the loser of his choice. You see where this is going. You follow. (Hot. Nasty. Dubcon. Unreliable narrator goes vrooom)

it's not about having someone to love me anymore by @drivestraight Toto / George. omegaverse. Rated E, 11k, CNTW

George is an omega. He kind of hates himself for it.

» Sometimes your boss gaslights you into begging him to fuck you because you hate yourself... just one of those things. This was one of the first fics I read in this fandom and it was Formative. shall we say.

no surprises by anonymous. Pierre / Charles. omegaverse. Rated E, 4k. Non-con.

Pierre is making the most out of an opportunity.

» Charles gets roofied. Pierre has a moment of weakness. I love some character assassination in my F1 RPF, I love dark delusional resentful Pierre, and I love this fic.

the girls i mean by chelem. f/f Lando / Oscar. WAG AU. Rated E, 3.5k. NAWA.

"Is Mark coming?" she asks, while he's still distracted by her tits. Like Lando gives a single flying fuck about Mark Webber.

» The way I am always, always thinking about this fic... It's like if it came straight out of my dreams of what a bad vibes WAG AU could be like, except wittier and hotter.

the price of the prodigy by @saff-rons. Lewis / Max. Rated E, 6.5k, CNTW

In the wake of his 2027 title challenge with Ferrari, Lewis watches as Max struggles to cope with losing. The obvious thing to do here is to take advantage of it.

» This rewired my brain. Lewis being a dick to Max... the mind games... god. I love mess.

When you speak I might bend by @gracinggreyhound. George / Lewis. Rated E, 3k. CNTW.

George swallowed, and recited dutifully. “I’m to be available to all drivers who placed above me in the 2019 championship or are currently placed above me in the 2020 championship, with priority according to placement.”

» FREE USE GEORGE. FREE USE GEORGE. That's it that's the fic.

Self rec corner! I'm gonna casually tackle on my own mildly rancid fics because they fit the theme.

reserve driver gig. James / Logan. Rated E, 2k, CNTW — Casual gaslighting, abuse of workplace authority, boss/employee, the works.

except you ravish me. Charles / Seb, Charles / Bryan, Charles Various. omegaverse. Rated E, 15k, CNTW — The omega Charles chastity belt fic because something something Ferrari purity kink. Fundamentally a fic about being in a TPE relationship with a car company.